#say you wanna write a fic

[mochinon-yah]

Would Dr Ratio be like this? Honestly, I haven't meet him in hsr yet, but he seems like an insufferable man lmaoo

"Go ahead, Y/n, finish it."

He smiled somewhat warmly, yet it didn't calm your anxious heart at all. With how he presented himself, you could've believed that he was one of those genius people. Okay, fine, he was smart. But in your defense, you would believe that wholeheartedly if he didn't do stupid stuff like this to you.

"Come on now, Y/n. I believe our frequently 'tutoring session' have brought you some new knowledge, does it not?"

"Well—"

"Ah, of course it did. I was the one who teach you, after all. There's no way you wouldn't be able to understand them."

His once furrowed eyebrows relaxed a bit as he eyed your figure. His stares, always unnerving. It made you uncomfortable on many occasions. Whether it'd be the stares that had always been there, or the fact that he was now assessing you with some kind of test was absolutely outrageous. Why would he — of all people — put so much interest on you?

"In any case, I assure you that even those simpletons could solve this equation, so no need to fret over it like you're not above them. You'll be able to finish it."

"Oh, really now?"

You weren't a genius like him or even near his intellect, no, you were only a normal person who had an average iq! Seriously, by now, you were just tired of him being all bossy with how you do stuff in life. Even the time and limit you do your bath was managed by him! So, how could you not get angry? It was your time to relax down from all his antics. Ugh.

He was being overly insensitive with your boundaries. But despite you always telling him that, he always thought that it was you being a dramatic person you always were and dismiss every other reasons you had.

"Alright, I have some other errands I need to do, so I expect you to finish the test in 30 minutes. I'm giving you a lot more time than usual, aren't I being so nice now?"

"... if only I could say that about you ...."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

You had no choice but to try and finish the test. After all, there was no way out from his stubbornness. He would somehow always know where you were despite you not even telling a single soul about your location. It was scary at first, but now, you just didn't care anymore. In your mind, you just hoped that he wouldn't be as cruel as he would always be.

If this test was not finished in time, you knew that whatever he had planned for you after was not going to be fun.

In the end, though, you did not finish the test.

Time went by too quickly that you didn't notice before he eventually told you oh so nicely. You then ended up getting punished by him. By the end of your punishment, your legs were a little wobbly with how hard he was going. Huft. At least, it felt good when you both did it. Well, except for the fact that he was still teaching you things while going down on you. That part was the most exhausting one.

#reli-writes #cw: implied you doing it with dr ratio #i like his visual so that's why i wrote this TT #but idkkk this is weird waaa #anyway #i just wanna say #in this fic he be teaching sex ed class seriously lmao #like ok man i get it #you wanna share your knowledge anytime anywhere #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr x reader #dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #yandere #yandere hsr #yandere dr ratio #drabble

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

i... wrote a smol fic (っ´▽`*)っ

also!!!!! If you haven't seen it - shoutout to first ever published fic in Ninja Showdown/My Immortal Soul tags - Lustrous Red by @missadmyre !!!

#ninja showdown #my immortal soul #first ninja x chase young #rc9gn first ninja #first ninja #rc9gn #chase young #xiaolin showdown #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn plop plop #well i say smol fic.... but those 4k words felt very long. #i did say i was going to direct my energy into writing >.> and now look at me ive gone insane #no actually dont look at me im just gonna go cry over my 20k words of rough drafts for like dozen ideas that are now going #to haunt my every waking moment like JESUS i woke up today and literally wrote out 1k words of an idea for a modern au for those two TToTT #its literally an au where its a meet cute turned meet violent and first is randy's sorta dad and chase wants to adopt omi #not to mention a different AU where its an epic mystery adventure AAAAAAA someone heeeelppppp meeeee #also. its been a month but im still staring so intently at missadmyre's fic hoping for another crumb. like thank you sm for the food!!!! #ive literally been rereading it several times after i went insane about it on my main blog and im still slurping at it like a starved perso #Ive been collecting my ideas like a dragon but after reading that fic i was like: I WANT TO READ MORE FICS ABOUT THEM #but i dont wanna be a whiny baby&beg others and be annoying about it. So i put on my big person pants and was like f it WE R WRITINg NOW #so i dont care how bad my writing will be. we gonna be balling on those ideas and YES it doesnt make sense im just v rambly rn

[jackstheprinceofhearts]

y'all gotta stop making AI art of book ships... it makes me so mad because there are so many talented artists who show their love and support by working hard to make a great drawing for their favorite book. the thing that actually shows that you care is putting work into it not making a computer do it for you. if you wanna use AI to make art please clarify in the post that it's AI and DONT DO FANART THAT WAY BECAUSE ITS NOT APPRECIATING ANYONE OR ANYTHING BECAUSE YOURE MAKING A COMPUTER DO IT!!!!! there's no love or support in AI art.

stop slandering my favorite ships

#like #guys come on #i know ai is fun to mess around with #but it has no soul to it #please stop making ai drawings of book characters #especially characters like jacks and evangeline #if you wanna show your support but aren't an artist you can do something like write a story or fic #or make a video showing pretty book covers of the book you have #or just say something nice about it #or make memes #or a blog like i did #there's better thinngs to do #tbona #ouabh #jacks prince of hearts #evajacks #the ballad of never after #evangeline fox #jacks x evangeline #caraval #books #stephanie garber #ai art #book ai art #acftl #a curse for true love

[moonshynecybin]

Hi! I have been thinking about Marc and the ways he expresses his anger... giving the cold shoulder... the silent treatment if you will (he will speak ABOUT vale but not TO vale let alone WITH vale)... need your input please....

hmm good question.... this got. STUPID long sorry

uhhh marc is, in general, good at keeping his (negative) emotions in check. like i think marc loooooves to think of himself on track as a mature, controlled, and rational dude. above distraction. a killer. a cyborg. idk his dad has talked about how he doesnt really complain much about injury and there's also allll these stories about what a mature kid he was... so i think that when he was young - ESPECIALLY in a racing sense because he was so much younger than most of the people he was competing against - he internalized that in order to do all the stuff he wants to do racing-wise, he reallyyyy has to keep a level head and not well. act his age! and i think that extends to a lot of how he manages his emotions today (at least in a public setting). even in places where im pretty sure hes PISSED (sepang. phillip island 2013.) he just kind of. visibly contains himself. not a confrontational dude in the outright sense he'll clench his jaw and try to work through it.

which is part of what makes his valentino-oriented crazy so interesting. bc people were noticing that marc in 2015 was kind of. being weird. as his and valentino's relationship deteriorated. like they were both outwardly very much like we can keep it on track :) until the big fallout towards the end of the year but uhhhh. well marc has said that vale started pulling back in september of 2014 like he was noticing SOMETHING, and they clashed on track A LOT in 2015, and i think marc sensed vale cooling on him and freaked a lil. hashtag neurotic 22 year old moments. he is my favorite crazy ex girlfriend. like usually he IS good at separating that stuff out and managing his emotions in the racing sense but in assen that year when vale overtook him off track after they made contact he raised a BIG stink with race direction and actually had some uh. not especially chill quotes about it. (it should be noted marc was also flopping for the first time in his motogp career. like in his brain he stopped winning AND vale stopped talking to him he was goin through it) adn all the reporters noticed too they were like. why werent you sucking and fucking in parc ferme. like vale's left turn wrt to spaniard sabotage comes outta nowhere but people WERE noticing that things were changing. i bet marc noticed too. BUT they are not the type of people to talk about these things so they keep it to vague flirting in presscons and escalating on-track tension slash proxy wars waged in race-direction contexts... liek truly you are 22 you are not going to keep your championship title and your hot sports idol bestie is no longer flirting with you on twitter and you COULD just talk to him about that but you'd rather DIE so youre going to ask honda to back you up to race direction about your last race where you DEFINITELY lost bc winning is the ONLY thing thatll make you feel better. even though thatll help convince your hot sports idol that you are engaging in a benedict arnold level betrayal scheme against him. an insane time to be marc marquez. 2015 really kind of is a study on how both of them handle losing: NOT WELL.

and then the thing about sepang is that then the lid is blown clean off and marc spends the ENTIRE race being annoying on purposeeeee. hes so fucking pissed and hurt at valentino that he decides to get under his skin for REALSIES instead of focusing on his race. like idk he probably would have fought hard for the win without the drama that how he works but uh. i think he was being annoying specifically to bite at vale's edges. and part of that is bc marc is naturally and effortlessly annoying. but i think part of it was SPITE. like his team advised him not to speak on anything from that presscon and he didnt, but he can still fuck him over on track. get under his skin. like he cant tell vale to his FACE that he's angry and confused and hurt. but he CAN let him know on that fucking racing line. where he cant be ignored. idk like i cant see marc letting anyone else get under his skin like that.

AND another big ass exception to the marc marquez anger management philosophy is from misano 2019 where vale messes with his qualifying lap. a lovely anon sent me some videos of marc talking to the press and jesus christ i dont think ive ever seen him angrier oh my god. AND the anon also linked the race from that weekend where he won and he celebrated harder than ive seen him celebrate some TITLE wins like he went. notably nuts. the commentators were all like uhhhh. he mustve REALLY wanted to get one over on vale adjfhlkdh... idk if any of this answered your question but his relationship to his emotions fascinates me hes so weirddddd. and its interesting to me that he can shrug off jorge ruining his last race at honda and be friendly but also be like. kind of aloofly pissed at bezz. because of valentino! he can repress the rest of it, but valentino shines through the cracks.

#its interesting bc theres also this tension with him where he keeps all of this tightly controlled and then he also REALLY wants you to know #about it. like in his docuseries hes like okay i know we have to talk about valentino :/ which is CRAZY bc he is producing that series #and its about his comback from injury. he could have EASILY left it out but he wanted to set the record straight #and also pull the punch/make it seem like hes no longer invested by saying he doesnt wanna talk about it #idk i think he was smart to keep his mouth shut in sepang 2015 but it CLEARLY cost him #like i think his own reservedness confines him sometimes and he chafes. and it bubbles out. like marc dont you just wanna go apeshit. #anyways this isnt even my entire marc and anger thesis like i need to go back to grad school lmao #callie speaks #motogp #asks #marc marquez #rosquez #tbh. i should just write some fic. hmm. #long post

[laundrybiscuits]

Will’s looking at him with those tragic eyes, this kid who’s almost as tall as Eddie but seems centuries younger, infinitely more fragile and breakable. And shit, Eddie is not at all prepared to be some kind of queer mentor. He’s barely keeping his head above water with Robin, who doesn’t expect him to be anything other than a peer with a little more experience in his pocket; he’s a piss-poor option for baby Byers, who desperately needs some kindly gay Gandalf in his life. A role model with like, a long-term boyfriend and a city job and one of those yappy purse dogs.

But Eddie’s the only one here, and what else can he do? So he takes a deep breath and prepares to say something really wise and mentor-y. He doesn’t know what it is yet, but it’ll definitely be both appropriate and profound.

“I mean, it worked out for you, right?” says Will.

“Uh,” says Eddie, thrown completely off track. “What?”

“With—” Will flushes, but continues in a low voice. “You know. With Steve, and all.”

“What,” says Eddie again.

“I mean, sorry if that’s…I know you guys haven’t exactly been telling people, but…you know you can tell me, right?”

“Ahahaha,” says Eddie. “What.”

“I think it’s nice, how you guys managed to move past all the high school stuff and find each other. It’s like—a happy ending, right?”

“Right. I mean, wrong. I mean, whatever you think is going on, it’s not. Jesus christ, Will the Wise, there’s absolutely no way anything would ever be—where are you even getting this? We’re not—we’re not.”

“Sure.” Will rolls his eyes, and Eddie is reluctantly reminded that this kid can be a catty bitch too sometimes. “That’s why he was wearing your Black Sabbath shirt last Tuesday, and why you keep Springsteen in your glove compartment, and why his car is parked in your driveway almost every night. Dude, Dustin doesn’t even bother calling Loch Nora when he’s trying to find Steve now, he just goes straight to your place.”

Laid out like that, it’s a little damning.

“That’s—all out of context,” says Eddie weakly. “And—and Steve is straight, anyway. So. Check and mate, Byers.”

Will lets out an annoyed breath. “I’m sixteen, you know. You don’t have to—look, sorry if I’m pushing too much with this, but…don’t lie to me, okay? Friends don’t lie.”

Eddie’s heard the kids say that last thing every so often, like a mantra or some godawful affirmation. He huffs, shaking his hair out of his face.

“Y’know, that little catchphrase you’ve got isn’t the worst rule in the world, but it’s not the most nuanced, either. Ever heard of discretion, kid?”

“Right,” says Will. “Discretion.” He winks at Eddie, squinching the whole side of his face up like he’s never actually tried winking before, and Eddie is momentarily struck dumb with how terrible the effort is.

Just then, Dustin barrels in talking a mile a minute about some idea he needs Will for immediately, yes right now, Eddie’ll still be here afterwards, come on.

As Eddie watches them go, he awards himself one Gay Gandalf point for effort, and negative five million points for the trouble he can smell coming down the line.

(eta: I am a god damn liar. continuation here.)

#this is not the start of a new fic #it's just an unattached snippet #that last ask got me thinking about how Eddie handles his relationships so I wrote up a quick thing with Will #I'm not saying it WON'T get a continuation someday #or even some kind of intro that would give it literally any context whatsoever #but it definitely won't be any time soon if it does #tbh I think it's a bit of a cliche and idk if I can spin it enough to make it interesting for me to write #fic: young man what do you wanna be

[amugoffandoms]

Woo!! It's time! It's time for the gift exchange!! (@milgram-valentines-exchange) Happy Valentine's Day to @mrcrazyvillainvillainn!! I had such a fun time writing your gift!! Truly gotta let Mahiru and Mikoto be silly and happy! I really hope you enjoy!! I've never written a ship fic for any of the prisoners, so I guess we ball?? (Also, let me know if you want the art without the titles!!) JIAWODJIAOW Anyways, here we go! Please enjoy...

do i dare love you? (i have always loved you)

Is this selfish? This isn’t too much, is it? I just love you so much. How long would this dream go on? I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness~ Do you really think you know what love is? You don’t have to keep it in and hide it away. "I love you", the reason why I'm here This is how "I" will love "you"! --- "To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect." "Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer." (Mikoto Kayano and Mahiru Shiina love each other in the smallest of moments.)

To be honest, Mikoto Kayano didn't know what to expect. Getting a mysterious call out of the blue? Well, ah… That’s sure to scare him.

No, no, everything’s fine. No need to resort to anything crazy. 

Mikoto exhales and splashes some water on his face. Turning off the sink, he looks up at the mirror and flashes himself a smile. 

…ah, okay, that was a little embarrassing. Mikoto laughs to himself as he walks out of the bathroom and back to his desk.

He drums his pen against his desk as he moves his mouse around to turn his computer back on. Placing his head on his hand, he scrolls through emails and emails.

…

It’s just the same emails. “Fix that.” “I liked the original design better; can you do it again?” “The deadline moved. Make sure your designs are ready for–”

Ping!

Mikoto blinks and glances over at his phone. 

New Message: make sure to come soon! 

Right, yeah. Mikoto has to head back home soon. Okay, he should really get a start on his work so he can head home early!

Sitting straight, Mikoto pulls up some designs on his computer and grabs the small stack of papers. 

With one more glance at the ideas given, Mikoto starts designing.

Mikoto leans back in his chair and slumps back. The design… is done! This is where Mikoto pretends to hear a soft achievement noise. Ding!

Anyways, Mikoto exhales and looks at the papers on his desk. The design is nice! One of his finest designs, actually. He flips through the papers and nods to himself, happy with the result. 

In the corner of his eye, he notices his boss and quickly waves him down. The second his boss looks at him with a small smile, Mikoto realizes his desk is an absolute mess. 

Ack–! Why did he leave his energy drink can here? Oh, these papers need to be in a folder–

Right after Mikoto finishes rearranging his desk, his boss finally makes it to his desk.

“Chief! I finished the design you wanted me to make!” Mikoto hands the stack of designs with a small smile. His boss blinks, clearly surprised at how fast Mikoto finished the designs. He flips through the small stack, checking each design.

 

His serious expression seriously doesn’t tell me anything… Mikoto internally groans.

“Good job, Kayano.” His boss places the stack underneath his arm. “These will probably suffice for our client. Do you have other designs that need to be completed?” “Ah, um–” Mikoto looks around at his desk. He doesn’t think he does. “...No…?’

“Oh?” His boss asks, surprised for some reason. Hey, Mikoto knows how to finish his work if it isn’t being constantly changed! “Ah… Alright then… I guess you…” His boss looks around the office. “...Actually, it looks like everyone is preoccupied.”

Mikoto shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Please don’t give him more work. Please don’t give him more work. 

His boss lifts his wrist and looks at his watch. “Hm… It’s seven. Earlier than I would like to let anyone out.” 

Oh, please. Please. Please-!!

His boss sighs. “Alright, Kayano. You may head home early today. I’m only doing this because you’ve got most of your work under control and I unfortunately don’t want to bother your coworkers with giving you their work.” You would anyway, but you seem to be in good spirits today…? “Thank you, Chief!” Mikoto smiles. “Don’t expect this often from me. Have a good night.” His boss turns right around and walks away, going over to a different cubicle. Mikoto watches as his boss walks away and pumps his fist.

Woo! I’m free! Mikoto grins to himself as he packs his stuff into his bag. Standing up, he shuts his computer off and looks around.  To be honest, he feels really bad for his coworkers… 

But, he promised to get home as soon as he could. Mikoto glances at his phone, specifically that one notification.

make sure to come soon!

He doesn’t want to break his promise. So, with a quiet exhale, he walks to the elevator and clicks the button to go down. The elevator doors open.

He walks in.

…

“…oh, I forgot to press the button to the lobby–” Mikoto mumbles as he quickly clicks the button down.

Mikoto hears the key click in the lock and turns the doorknob. As he walks into his apartment, the lights are all out.

“I could’ve sworn I left the lights on…?” Mikoto mumbles as he takes the key out of the lock and shrugs off his coat. He slowly walks through his apartment, fumbling for the lights. 

His hands land on the switch and Mikoto flips the lights on–

Arms wrap around Mikoto’s neck. Something makes Mikoto twitch. “Surprise~!”

Mikoto jumps. 

Mahiru laughs above him as Mikoto lies on the ground, dazed. “Ma– Mappi???” Someone relaxes.

“Hehe~ Did I scare you?” Mahiru giggles, absolutely beaming. “A… a little, yeah!” Mikoto dusts himself off. “I think I hit my head… Ow…”

Mahiru’s laughter immediately stops. “Ah– did I hurt you? Hey, let me see–”  Mahiru quickly kneels on the floor and scoots next to Mikoto. “No, no. I’m okay, I promise– Please don’t worry!” Mikoto gives a weak smile. “Let me just look, okay?” Mahiru says, with a soft voice filled with concern. (Her voice is always soft, but these moments, they're just a little bit more comforting. Maybe it’s Mikoto being too detail-oriented recently, but he’s decided to notice the smaller things.)

Mikoto swallows. “Okay.”

She looks at the back of Mikoto’s head, checking for any bumps or bruises.  The moment is silent as Mahiru looks all over Mikoto’s head for anything and Mikoto sits there, quiet.

To be honest, he doesn’t want to say anything. He doesn’t want to ruin it. It’s… those small moments, right? When you know someone loves you. Those are the moments you want to hold in your hands because they’re so fuzzy and warm. 

“I love you,” Mikoto whispers. 

There’s a pause. Mahiru stops checking his hair. Her hands are still. She’s not moving. 

Did he ruin it? Maybe he should apologize and–

“I love you, too,” Mahiru whispers back.

And, they’re back to silence.

Mahiru scoots back in front of him. “You’re okay. Nothing too bad, okay?” 

She says it with a voice that makes him know she cares: a warm, loving voice. It makes him want to cry just because she loves him. 

And, he loves her. And, he'll make sure she knows that.

“Okay,” Mahiru says, her voice oddly strained. Is… is she about to cry? “Um… Okay, I made some food for you. I– I know you don’t usually like big gestures and I really shouldn’t push myself, but… I think you deserve it, okay?”  “Okay.” Mikoto nods. He stands up and gives a hand to Mahiru, who takes it with a small giggle. “Hehe, this feels like a fairy tale~” She hums.

“Hey, can I…?” “Eh? Do what?” Mahiru asks, with a tilted head. “I mean, whatever it is, I don’t mind~”  

Mikoto places a small kiss on Mahiru’s cheek.  “Ah–!! Hey–! Oh–” She’s red, blushing from ear to ear. 

Mikoto laughs. “That was payback.” “Oh, you-!!” Mahiru has an angry look, but her smile says otherwise. “Fine, fine! That’s fair. Okay, come on, let’s eat~ I don’t want our food to be cold!” Mahiru grabs Mikoto’s hand in hers, trying to drag him over to the table.

Her hands are warm.  Mahiru quickly pauses as she looks at Mikoto and their hands. “Is everything okay…?” Mikoto nods.

“Everything’s perfect.”

Mahiru Shiina fixes the flowers in a bouquet and hands it off to the customer. “Have a good afternoon~” She grins.

As the shopkeeper’s bell rings to show the customer has left, Mahiru sighs and melts into the counter.  “Shiina…? Are you alright?” One of her coworkers asks as they walk over. Mahiru mumbles something into the counter.  “Uh…” They laugh. “Okay, I’m guessing you’re not okay. Um…”

Mahiru keeps her head on the counter as she hears her coworker’s footsteps slowly disappear.

Mahiru sighs. She’s really tired… She wasn’t able to get any sleep last night. She doesn’t even know why. She just couldn’t sleep. A lady like her should be getting her beauty sleep! 

Oh, well… She’ll just have to brave the storm! 

Mahiru quickly lifts her head up and instantly gets hit with a fit of dizziness. 

Ah, that was a bad idea…

As Mahiru quickly blinks away the dizziness, she notices her boss and coworker walking over. 

“I wasn’t doing anything–! I mean, I was doing something, I promise!” Mahiru awkwardly laughs as she waves her hands around defensively. Her boss shakes her head. “Mahiru, you can head home. We don’t expect that many people today, and you seem tired. I can cover whatever is left of your shift.” “Ah, but–” “I’ll pay you for your full shift, alright? Just head home.” “Okay.” Mahiru hesitantly nods and takes off her apron as she heads to the break room to grab her stuff. 

When Mahiru returns with her belongings, her coworker hands her a small bouquet with lilyturf, dahlias, forget-me-nots, and red lilies. 

“I know you’ve enjoyed taking these kinds of flowers home recently, so here you are!” As Mahiru opens her mouth to speak, her coworker continues, “And, don’t worry about the charge. I already paid for it.” Mahiru blinks, taking the bouquet and looking at it. “Ah… Oh. Thank you.” Mahiru smiles at the flowers.

“Of course! Now, rest well!”

Mahiru smiles at her coworker before leaving the store, the shopkeeper’s bell ringing behind her.

Mahiru hums as she enters her apartment and quickly walks over to her table near the couch, grabbing water from the kitchen. She places her bag on the floor next to the couch.

Sitting on the couch, she pours some water into a glass vase. Then, she places her bouquet in the vase.

Mahiru looks at the bouquet for a few moments, admiring each flower.

When she yawns, she finally lowers her head on a pillow and slowly…

Closes…

Her eyes…

There’s a smell of food cooking in the air.  She feels warm.

Mahiru slowly blinks the sleepiness from her eyes and looks around. 

…why is there a blanket on her…?  Is someone cooking?

Confused, she pushes herself upright and glances at the kitchen.

Mikoto.

Mikoto is cooking.

“Huh…?” Mahiru blurts out, sleepy and confused. Mikoto looks over at Mahiru. “Oh, hey! You’re awake! Sorry, I tried calling you, but you were asleep. Um, so I let myself in with the spare key!” 

Mahiru glances at her bag on the floor and quickly picks it up. Opening it, she searches for her phone. When she finally finds it, she turns it on and sees the notifications flood her lock screen.

3 Missed Calls

10 New Messages:

hey, mappi ^^!!

i’m off from work so i’m coming to visit!

Ah wait you might be at work

Go back to work!!

i think your door is locked??

hello?

mappi??

i’m letting myself in, ok?

oh dear where’s your key

found it!! Coming in now :D

Mahiru rambles as she stares at the notifications, “Ah– I didn’t realize you were calling. I’m so sorry, please forgive me–”

“Hey, hey. It’s all good!” Mikoto smiles. “You were tired, so I let you sleep. I grabbed a blanket from your closet. Hope that’s okay!”

Mahiru nods and sits there for a moment, not sure what to do.

She glances over at the table, spotting the bouquet. She looks at Mikoto, who has a smile on his face as he tries to cook some soup. 

She knows why she likes getting these flowers.

They remind her of Mikoto.

They remind her of how much she loves him.

She loves him.

“Hey, let me help you, okay~?” Mahiru sings as she hops up and skips over to the kitchen. “No, I’m okay. I can cook, see?” Mahiru looks at the small pot Mikoto is using to cook soup. 

It’s… hm… not the best soup…?

“Just let me help you, alright?” “Alright, alright.” Mikoto, stepping back, raises his hands. “Show me what you want to do.”

Mahiru quickly slides in front of Mikoto and glances at the pot. "Can you wrap your arms around me?"

"Eh–?" Mikoto coughs in shock. "Yeah, yeah– Um…" 

Mikoto quickly wraps her arms around Mahiru and looks over her shoulder as he tries to stir.

“Mhm~” Mahiru hums. “You’re stirring a little too harshly. Relax, okay?”  “Alright.” Mikoto slowly stirs the soup.  “Still too tense. Okay, hold on.” Mahiru places her hands on his. “Okay, now… We’ll do this together, okay?” 

Mikoto is quiet. Mahiru takes that as his yes.

Mahiru, with Mikoto’s hands in hers, slowly stirs the soup. She murmurs some small compliments.

Mahiru lets go of his hands and smiles. “See, you’re doing it now!”  Mikoto breathes a sigh of relief. “Is it better? Honestly, I really couldn’t tell the difference.” “Hmm… Well, I guess there really isn’t.” Mahiru shrugs. “But, I think the amount of quiet, slow care you put into something will show itself." She's made herself learn that love can be soft and strong. Ever since her last boyfriend and she broke up on... amicable terms, she's tried being better. For love, and for who she loves. “I see.” “...I know it really doesn’t make sense. I’m sorry.” Mahiru shakes her head and slides out from in front of Mikoto.

“No, no. It makes sense, I promise.” Mikoto looks over at Mahiru with a smile. “It shows that you care.”

Mahiru smiles back.

After a few moments with Mahiru helping Mikoto cook, they finally eat together at the table. 

“Mappi?” Mikoto fidgets with his spoon. “Hmm?” Mahiru hums, food in her mouth. “Thank you.”

Mahiru blinks and just nods. “Y-yeah, of course…!”

Ah– That was so embarrassing…! Not at all lady-like! I should’ve just…!!

“I really don’t cook often, so that was really helpful. Haha…” Mikoto rubs his neck with a smile. “I mean, I do cook! It’s just… noodles and stuff.” “Well, now you know how to cook one more thing!” Mahiru smiles.

“Yeah.” Mikoto looks at Mahiru with a loving smile on his face.

His smile is so sweet. He even tries to do stuff he’s never done before for me! Ack… My heart can’t take it–!!

I love you.

Mikoto stares at Mahiru before laughing. 

“E-eh?? What did I do??” “Nothing, nothing. I love you, too.” Mikoto grins.

…she said that out loud…

Mahiru is instantly embarrassed. She feels warm again, but she’s not wearing a blanket. “Oh… Ah–”  “Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s sort of cute, I think…?” Mikoto rubs his neck. “Ah– If you say so…!!”

The two of them continue eating when Mikoto suddenly speaks up again. “Hey, did you mean to make you help me feel like one of those scenes from a movie…?” “E-eh?? No, no, wait– Ah. I really didn’t, I swear!!” Mahiru frantically shakes her head. Mikoto blinks, seeming to realize Mahiru is a little panicked. “Hey, no! I thought it was sweet–!”

Mahiru awkwardly laughs. “I’m glad you do… Um… Maybe I was subconsciously inspired by something…?”

“That’s okay.” Mikoto shrugs. “Everything you do is sweet.”

Mahiru beams. 

“If it’s for you, I’ll make sure it’s worth everything.”

#mug writes #mug draws #milgram #milgram project #mikoto kayano #kayano mikoto #mahiru shiina #shiina mahiru #milgram fanfic #milgramvalentine's2024 #milgram valentine's exchange #we're going to have some afterward notes so let's see uhh #the notes are more detailed on ao3 so you can also check int out there lol #i wanted to have small references to what their crimes were #so you can see John pop in for a moment because he believed Mikoto was about to get attacked but once John realized it was Mahiru he relaxe #I wanted Mahiru and her boyfriend to break up amicably because their relationship is really crucial to Mahiru's character #I think actually beans' break-up fic they wrote was REALLY good and was what I was thinking about when I wrote that #I wanna say that Mahiru and Mikoto are both trying to get better at the things they messed up at #They should go to therapy actually /j #I wrote this before Mikoto's interrogation came out so that marriage question came flying back at me #he probably hasn't accumulated a “track record” yet to make his own business but i'd say mahiru might get him to quit early and go work #elsewhere because of how much his job is putting him through #Mahiru checking Mikoto's hair was supposed to be Mahiru carrying Mikoto to the couch but I didn't know how to write it without making it #awkward so I'm sorry wome #Looking back on it I think I realized that the lines that end both sides of the fic kinda... #go straight back to MILGRAM but trying to be better? #Everything's perfect - Mikoto said his life was fine; that he had done nothing wrong (An unconscious lie) #Here you have Mikoto actually believing he's doing okay; that he's fine and everything is okay #And while work is a hassle at least there's some aspect of his life that he connects to #If it's for you I'll make sure it's worth everything. - Mahiru wants to love perfectly she wants to love because it's the reason she elives

[flieslikeamoron]

Sleight of Hand [Steddie Fic - 19/19]

It took over a year, but IT'S DONE. 140K! Put it on my tombstone! 

Okay, it's long as shit... But what’s it about you say. 

IDK, friend… It’s about two dudes figuring out the hard way that they’re worthy of love. It’s about getting more than you bargained for. It’s about the ways we hide and the lies we tell, and being brave enough to let someone see you, love you. Being brave enough to want and to hope and to try. About inching incompetently toward love. Also a shit ton of fucking. But sometimes the kind of fucking one person in the comments described as “the most emotionally devastating blow job scene I’ve ever read.” It’s a post season 2 AU. It’s my magnum opus. I hope you like it.

TITLE: Sleight of Hand FANDOM: Stranger Things PAIRING: Steve/Eddie RATING: Explicit WORD COUNT: 143K (Complete!) SUMMARY: Steve needs a weed dealer. He gets a bit more than that.

CHAPTER 19 to finish | CHAPTER 1 to start | Playlist

#honestly can't believe i did it #i just wanna say THANKS to everyone who’s commented and reblogged and recced and shared with your friends #would i have finished it without you? #probably not #being done with writing is the best part of writing! #next up is the Schitt’s Creek AU I think #I will at least make the attempt #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie au #my fic #my fic: sleight of hand

[cherrysabbath]

as nice as it is to read eddie comfort i need people to realize not all plus size people are insecure and upset with their bodies !!! some are more proud than others and there’s people who are more neutral on their bodies

#˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ zero thots #this isn’t to say you CANT write about it bc you can !! #write whatever the fuck you want !! you’re the author at the end of the day <3 #reading the stuff about eddie loving on you tho is always a goodie i love those sm #i just wanna read fics where i’m not always sad about my body nor do i want to be fetishized #ʚ☆ɞ eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

several sentences sunday

tagged by @transboybuckley @shitouttabuck

thank you my loves! <3

here's a final teasing snippet of secret fic which should be posted in the next couple of days and this snippet is entirely for nina who asked for snippets as a christmas gift, muah ily <3 (also em, if you don't wanna see anything of this fic yet, then don't read past the readmore asdfghjkl)

It almost feels like he chases the taste of Eddie more than anything these days, more than the smoke that he allows himself to indulge in every now and then, more than the dawn’s air that is crisp and sharp and abrasive in his lungs, more than the floral and raspberry perfume Maddie wears, or that she used to wear at least, the scent of which has long faded from her favorite pink hoodie that she left behind.

Buck isn’t sure what it means, if it means anything, the way he craves the particular brand of Eddie’s warmth and sweetness and ruggedness. The way his tongue gets all thick and heavy just from thinking about it. The way he seems to breathe better than ever, unencumbered and without a fight, when he is with Eddie.

Maybe there’s a name for it, but he doesn’t think he necessarily needs one. He has Eddie, during the day and during the night and during all of the time in between, so what does it matter?

no pressure tagging @elvensorceress @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @diazass @chronicowboy @housewifebuck @captain-hen @athenagranted @bvckandeddie @devirnis @colonoscopys @bucks118 @jeeyuns @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @spotsandsocks @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @buddierights @rogerzsteven @lemonzestywrites @gayedmundodiaz @folk-fae @rewritetheending @spaceprincessem @try-set-me-on-fire and anyone else who wants to share!

#sorry to tease you like this em but hey thats what we do #i will say it wont spoil what the fic is about if you wanna peek though #buddie #buddie wip #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #911 #buck x eddie #secret fic #ryan writes #several sentence sunday

[marcobodtlives]

I’ve got a lot of Marco survival fics in the works, but I’m finding that the constant is this:

Floch really doesn’t like how absolutely whipped Jean is for Marco, so, he’s a dick about it.

#if your commanding officer was THAT whipped #you’d be a dick too #floch is just the only soldier willing to be a dick to Jean’s face #because when I say whipped I mean whipped af #Jean is whipped for Marco #I hope some people out there are excited to read this one #floch being a dick about Jean being whipped is just a small component to the story I swear #majority of it is jeanmarco + angst + comfort + (most importantly) TITAN MARCO!!! #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jeanmarco #jean kirschtein #marco bodt #floch forster #or if you wanna be funky: #jean kirstein #marco bott #my writing #my fics #my wips #ao3 fic #or if you really want to you can imagine flock likes Jean and call it: #flojean #ig #but Jean is whipped for Marco so that ain’t going anywhere

[connorboyyy]

So I’ve been getting a lot of love lately on my fics??? 🥹 It makes me so soft and so honored. I wanted to share a bit of what I have going on for anyone else who may be interested 🫶💙

‼️ I’ll update this post as works are completed/new ones are added ‼️

someone to care for — (completed) Connor is a house android gifted to Hank.

Quick tags: Falling in Love, Developing Relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

slow and steady — (completed, human AU) Hank’s a single dad and a homicide detective. Connor gets assigned as his partner. It’s not a perfect fit, lots of tension.

Quick tags: SMUT ‼️ (lots of it), Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst

let them see — (current/ongoing) Markus and Connor were both Carl’s androids and are now in the revolution together. Hank is the detective assigned to their case. Connor and Hank are pulled in by each other despite this and just cant shake it

Quick Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst

yours and mine — (current/ongoing)(Part two of slow and steady) Connor gets assigned to train a new rookie at work. Hank is very jealous. And maybe both their pasts come back to haunt them?

Quick Tags: SMUT ‼️, Jealousy, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

💙 Other WIPs (not yet outlined) include: a human au/modern au Markus/Connor fic, a Hank/Connor zombie apocalypse au, as well as an angsty Hank/Connor request

As usual, I take requests 🫶 if I think I could do it a justice I’ll gladly accept. Don’t hesitate to message me wherever or send an ask if you have something you’d like to see 🫶 (my replies are always broken it seems so if you reply to any of my posts and I don’t answer, just know I see it and I love you for it)

#thank you guys ilysm #I love writing for yall and sharing my silly little stories #please don’t hesitate to message me if you have something you wanna see #or just wanna say hi :) #dbh connor #dbh #detroit become human #dbh hank #hank anderson #hankcon #connor rk800 #hankcon fic #dbh fanfic #hankcon fanfic

[irregularbillcipher]

DO YOU KNOW WHAT SPAWNED YOUR EXISTENCE?

[ID: Two lineless, digital paintings, both with warm, dark gray backgrounds. Both canvases are shaped like exact squares.

Painting one shows an adult Bill Cipher, a bright yellow triangle with a top hat, bow tie, cane, singular eye, and long lashes, reaching out to shake hands with the Axolotl, a pink axolotl with an electric blue tail. Bill is looking at the Axolotl casually, and his outstretched hand is engulfed in blue flames, while the Axolotl is smiling at Bill gently, reaching out to take his hand. There are stylized stars, similar to sparkles, in the top right and bottom lefthand corners of the painting. The painting is textured so that you can see the gray of the canvas very faintly through the brush strokes.

Painting two consists mostly of a short passage from Edwin Abbott Abbot's Flatland, written in light gray over the dark background. The passage is the beginning of chapter 7, and reads as follows:

"7. Concerning Irregular Figures

I for my part have never known and Irregular who was not also what Nature evidently intended him to be-- a hypocrite, a misanthropist, and, up to the limits of his power, a perpetrator of all manner of mischief..."

Below the quote, near the very bottom of the page, is a tiny illustration of a very young Bill Cipher. He is drawn completely in grayscale, and is looking down at the ground angrily, fists clenched. He is wearing a pauper's cap and has bandages wrapped around his rightmost angle, which is noticeably longer and more acute than his other angles.

End ID]

#flatland #flatland: a romance of many dimensions #bill cipher #my url was almost irregularbillcipher for a reason I have… thoughts! #i do wanna say for anyone who hasn't read my fic uh me making bill irregular is not one of those #'what if the oppressed person was the REAL bad guy and went Too Far' type deals. at least that's not my intention #i always like to write bill with a bit of a square in him where he's not too bothered by people Not Having Rights #'till it impacts how people see HIM (and the few people he's grown to care about) #things will get to him sometimes but it's always through a lens of like... himself if that makes sense. he simply does not care about other #he's the living embodiment of 'do you believe in gay rights?' 'i am gay' 'he's dodging the question' but for irregularity #to be fair with whatever the hell is going on with him and kryptos he's also sort of that for gay rights too #... also i have birth defects and just wanted an excuse to write about victorian ableism so i hit bill and kryptos with the disability ray #woe... birth defects be upon ye #anyway this is some old art but i'm still very fond of the bill n frills drawing

[finnpeach]

all I’m asking is for one of you bitches to write a best selling novel with enough cold/sneeze scenes for it to be horny and sexy to this community but wouldn’t make a vanilla suspicious. oh and i want it to be fantasy and a love triangle thank youuuuuuu

#anyways I’m ab to read the second book of th/rone of glass and there better be a cold scene #like the most whump I got was SPOILERS!!!! SPOILERS SPOILERS GUYS!!! was her throwing up bc she got her period and then when she got her #goddamn body thrown around like a rag doll and chaol said get up ❤️🫶❤️❤️❤️❤️ AAAAH RAAAAGGGHH RAAAH RAHH AHRAAAA BARK BARK BARK #Tbh. I thought cain was a love interest there and then we wasn’t and I’m disappointed #bc CAIN WAS SEXY!!!!!!!!! #and celeana is just like. blonde hair blue eyes whatever and Chaol has “chestnut” hair (whatever the fuck that means). like so they’re #basically the same character idk i hate when book characters aren’t like “light hair dark hair” yknow what I mean #like if chaol had black hair. BARK! #anyway that’s my rant. #so can you guys get to writing please and thank you #Oh yeah I wanna finish my Achilles and Patroclus fic I KNOW!!! I KNOW I ALWAYS SAY THAT! #it’s still there

[hungerpunch]

too much public focus on the reader's experience of a fic. too much framing the reader as the expert. the fic is for the writer. the writer is the expert on their work. you don't like it? zip your lil lid and hit the back arrow. it's like. so simple 😐

#the way people get off on like criminalizing trends in writing or #insisting on positioning themselves as the arbiter of quality #you are the reason writers dont wanna write and fandoms die lol #bitch in the gc like someone with manners and move around ! damn #now pls don't construe this as me saying we should not address bias and prejudice in fic. #bc that is not what i am talking about. #y'all do not even leave enough comments to complain like this. what do you do around here. #fandom talk #driveby post

[ruuinxs]

saikechi “back to the old house” by the smiths the line “and you never knew how much i really liked you, because i never really told you”

#IM TRYINT TO BE COOL BUT IM SCREAMING #saiki fits SO many smiths songs but this one is so saikechi #Please and the line and are you still there or have you moved away #SCREAMS #there’s too many bad memories #I wanna write a whole fic about how saiki’s fucking relieved to meet akechi again. Like he’s in love with him #he can finally say everything he didn’t get to before he left without a word #you were my first friend. #you were the only one who treated me like i was meant to be loved. #you taught me how to be a kid. #saiki k #saikechi #they’re in LOVE #saiki wants him sooo bad #akechi wants to treasure him #they’ll kiss #AHHHH #the disastrous life of saiki k #tdlosk #saiki k nonsense #touma akechi #akechi touma

[zushimart]

mdni. trans!scara x gn!reader. modern au. comfort/fluff with a little bit of something else at the end. 568 words.

“hey, you’ve got that look on your face again,” he says, peeking over the top of his computer. the room is quiet and dark, and you’re both sitting on opposite sides of the bed, legs tangled under the blankets. the glow of your screens illuminate your faces.

you frown. “i’m just thinking,” you murmur and he scratches his toenails against your leg. “gross,” you blurt, kicking him. he kicks back harder. 

“you’re thinking too hard. makes you look ugly,” he says, closing his laptop and setting it aside on the nightstand. he crawls over, slotting his body against your side and laying his head atop your shoulder. “need to talk?” he asks. 

you hum, eyes cast to the ceiling. he tugs on your sleeve till you reveal a hand to slide his into. he plays with it. “just sad.” the words are quiet, tired. 

“have you showered?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“no,” you say, “but i don’t want to get up.” 

“take a shower, it’ll make you feel better,” his tone is sharp. he pulls away. 

whining like a petulant kid, your hand clamps around his wrist and drags him back, “nooo, don’t leave meeee. you’re healing.” 

“listen,” he says, snatching himself out of your grip. “if you shower, i’ll watch a movie with you and scratch your head for a little while. i won’t even complain. not even once.” 

“woah,” you say, in awe. “anything else?” 

“more?” he asks, “you’re gonna be ungrateful? i’m giving you the world, here.” 

“no! not ungrateful,” you say, hands sliding up his bare thighs and up into his boxers. his breath hitches and he sits up a little at the touch. “i just… think i know what’ll make me feel better.” 

“you’re perverted,” he spits, but he’s the one spreading his legs when you tap the soft skin of his thighs. “s-shower,” he tries to remind you and himself when you snap the band of his boxers against his hips. “the shower,” he squeaks when your hand palms his clit through the fabric. 

“come with me?” you ask, coating your plea with sugar as if he’s even entertaining saying no with his eyes half-closed in lust like that. he’s obsessed with your blind adoration. “please?” you stretch the syllables far until he sighs a sweet yes, grinding his hips into your hand. “yay!” you cheer, taking away your touch just to hear the uncontrollable whine that crawls up his throat. 

his cheeks burn red and he curses under his breath. “you think you’re funny, don’t you?” he asks, closing his legs to rub his thighs together. 

“i do,” you purr, “now you go first so i can watch you from behind.” he slaps your arm, biting his lip to hide his smirk, but shimmies off the bed anyway and tries not to shiver at the feeling of yours eyes tracing the shape of his body –– he knows you’re thinking… devising plans on what exactly you’ll do to him.

you’re mumbling to yourself like a madman, and he catches a few words like “the showerhead first.” he doesn’t have time to think much on it before your hands find the small of his back and push him through the door with the sound of your sweet voice asking to give you the privilege of undressing him. you’re an eager puppy… his eager puppy. 

#scaramouche x reader #i wanna write more scara fics w dialogue #his voice always comforts me i think #imagining how he'd process a problem for me #while he might not be careful with himself #i think hes definitely careful with the people he's close to #attentive.. #ah hed be sooo attentive #gentle with his urgings and kind with his actions #he doesnt even have to SAY how he feels #you just know that he cares #mnnn lost in the maladaptive daydream