#thank you though anon. this was lovely of you to do. i am swooning... how i love him so...

[yayakoishii]

Good evening, how are you? I hope you are well. I really loved your fics with chubby reader (I laughed so hard with Sanji "whoever you're talking about, I agree with Nami. no one is worthy of you") and I wanted to know if your asks are still open? I don't know if you're comfortable writing comedy, but I think it would be funny if Reader was a fighter and Sanji saw her applying the move from this link on some random enemy (https://youtu.be/JgnUVcFx_Tg?si=KY3nrRhF86C91fOV), and asked her to apply it to him (kind of nfsw-ish but no big deal)

Move | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 500~

Genre: Fluff?? Silly?? Drabble

A/n: Hey there anon! I'm doing great, thank you for asking <3 First of all, I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed my fics and I'm sorry for being so late ;-; Do I like comedy? Very much. Am I good at it? ...no. So the best I could manage was this small quick thing which isn't much or even all that funny tbh, but I hope it atleast is enough to bring a smile on your face. That's enough for me ♡

also available on ao3!

"You messed with the wrong bitch!!" You shouted as you swung your leg right into the side of the man. He doubled over and you swung it once more to go right over his head, effectively knocking him out. Behind him, you could see another one of his comrades running towards you.

Using the first guy as a springboard, you jumped on the man, your thighs coming to close around his head. The force and weight forced him to topple backwards and you took the moment to quickly snap his neck and clambered off him. When you turned around, you found that the others were down already thanks to Sanji, who was fighting alongside you.

But right now, the chef was staring at you with an open mouth. You self-consciously patted at your hair and clothes, wondering if something got askew because of the fighting.

"Uh, Sanji?" Your careful murmur of his name jolted the said man out of his thoughts. Sanji immediately leaned in close, just enough to not get into your personal bubble and picked up your hands.

With hearts in his eyes, he requested, "Do it to me."

Huh? You were confused, looking at him in concern.

"Do what?" You asked.

"The move you just did on that guy!"

That was an odd request. Sanji never wanted to fight or even spar with you, despite your insistence so for him to suddenly ask this...

"Are you sure?" You tried to confirm he was serious and if the way he was about to snap his neck with how hard he was nodding was not a confirmation, then you didn't know what was. Still, you didn't want to actually hurt him. "Alright, but I'm not going to hurt you. Let me know if something goes wrong, because you know I'm shit at patching up wounds and I will have to go get Chopper."

"Of course, my sweet," he swooned, swaying on his spot. Still confused, but not wanting to refuse without a valid reason, you backed up a bit to jump on him, smoothly bracketing Sanji's head between your thighs such that his face pressed against your stomach– and oh.

You suddenly realised why he wanted you to pull that move on him.

The blonde chef toppled backwards from the force too and now you were pretty much sitting on his face, both of you blushing heavily. Before you could say anything or move away though, blood spurt out of Sanji's nose and he fainted. You paused and stared at his blissed out face with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment for a few seconds.

"Just for that, I'm not going to call Chopper. Stay conked out, hmph!"

You looked away, cheeks growing redder. He really had the nerve to ask that– shameless! But really, the worst part was that you didn't really mind it. It just felt like Sanji has unknowingly taken advantage of your huge crush on him. The only solace you had was that atleast no one was around to see this. Thinking so, you made to get off when Nami's voice made you freeze.

"Get a room, please, and don't forget to pay me for the bleach my eyes need."

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[stedefxckingbonnet]

So this is gonna be entirely too much info but like. I've fallen into reading your reader x Izzy fics and I LOVE them! I've been going through a hard time with it getting to Christmas and having no family, and the Izzy fics just make me feel lighter. So mostly just thank you thank you thank you!

Now the cheeky bit - is there any way we could get a Male reader x Izzy with a pride and prejudice element. My friend said something about Con O'Neil as Mr Darcy and I damn near swooned. Either like a Colin Firth wet white shirt scene or like anything like the Matthew Macfayden Darcy (The hands! The sopping wet pathetic man!)

If not, that's more than okay! I still love your work so much! And again, thank you so much for it!

Hi, anon! First of all, I completely understand how rough the holidays can be, especially without family around. My heart is truly with you during these times and I hope you can still find joy, peace, and love this winter. If you ever need anything, I am always in your corner. I know I'm just a random writer on Tumblr but I truly do care for you, each and every one of you, for that matter! I'm happy I could even bring you a sliver of joy with my work. Thank you endlessly for reading, and I am sending an abundance of my love your way <3 feel free to message me if you'd like, I'd love to be your friend! My messages are always open, everyone! But if not, that's okay too. I'm just happy to share this with you!

Anyhow, I absolutely lit up at this request—I love Pride & Prejudice! OFMD and P&P intertwining is honestly heavenly, I got so excited to write this that I put a pin on another x reader I was writing (never fear! You will all get this one by the end of the week if finals don't absolutely drain me!). This one is reminiscent of Pride & Prejudice and the vibes it emits, but more so, my own spin on it, as well as twists and turns. Like, Izzy honestly exhibits more of a Lizzie in this one but it's also very clear his actions parallel Darcy. I really, truly hope you enjoy this nonetheless!

Lastly, speaking of the holidays, I'm thinking of writing some holiday headcanons for Izzy or a few x readers regarding the holidays with Izzy! So stay tuned for that! Thank you everyone for your everlasting kind words, understanding, patience, and encouragement with my slight delay with writing in the past week.

My Gem | Izzy x Male Reader

Warnings: slight angst, some strong language, slight enemies to lovers, not so in depth research of 1700's aristocracy (even though I'm a damn dramaturg, but we'll look past that for now), made up my first non-canon canon character because just referring to her as "she" felt inhumane, brief mentions of fake suicide note, kissing

Word count: 2324

Thoughts of the first mate of The Revenge were absolutely consuming you. Devouring you alive, plaguing you—you truly couldn't get him out of your head no matter how hard you tried. Oh, yes, you tried. But there was no use. Daydreams would always swirl in your mind and they would only increase tenfold throughout the course of your days.

You were grateful that you at least didn't have to carry the burden of breathing the same air as Israel Hands anymore. You would even collapse being within ten feet of him, let alone seeing him every single day. Your chest ached even at the mere thought of the man.

To say you were confused by his last actions toward you was an understatement. Confused, embarrassed, miserable, even flattered...You couldn't get Izzy Hands out of your head. You couldn't get his hands out of your head...

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"So you really are doing this, then."

"Yes," you nodded. "I am. I don't belong here—"

"You are a damn great pirate," Izzy almost seethed. "I'll be damned if I believe you really want to go back to that...lavish lifestyle."

You looked slightly frantically behind you in hopes that no one heard Izzy's dig at what was about to be your life again. You hesitantly looked back at Izzy, almost biting your lip in disbelief. "I just need to do this."

"Really? That's all you have to say?"

"What—what else am I supposed to say?"

Silence loomed between the two of you. He nervously fidgeted with the coat that Stede had lent him to disguise himself as an aristocrat. He couldn't wait to toss it back into Bonnet's arms, but he needed this in order to see you off safely, without any suspicions of what you had been up to in your absence from the life you were born into. He knew full well that you were making a mistake, but that you couldn't be convinced of this. His chest ached upon realizing that you wouldn't change your mind, that he wouldn't be able to change your mind.

"Goodbye, Israel."

Instead of responding, Izzy carefully intertwined his fingers with yours as you were about to step up into the carriage. You froze, yet began to melt into his touch, his warmth. You finally met his eyes just as he let go of you, and before you knew it, you were riding off into the distance, Izzy becoming a small speck fading from your sight. Before he began to fade out of view, you caught a glimpse of him flexing his hand by his side as he watched you depart.

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You scoffed as the yellow carnation was pinned to your coat.

"Is something wrong, sir?" one of your dressers inquired, concern washing over his expression.

You almost laughed at such a question, thinking back to all of the late nights you spent studying flowers and their meanings, dying to tell him how this marriage was going to be doomed if you had to wear a yellow carnation. At the last minute, you decided against it, holding your tongue. "Everything is perfect. Thank you."

He nodded, exiting the room as soon as he finished dressing you. You turned toward the mirror, a frown falling onto your lips upon seeing your reflection. You had never dreaded a coming day like you dreaded tomorrow. Before you could internally lament further, a rhythmic knock was heard from your door. Genevieve—future wife. How delightful. It's not like you dreaded it every time she walked into a room, let alone walked over to your side, and it's not like you could tell she dreaded you all the same.

"Yes. Come in," you sighed, plopping down onto your bed. Only, it wouldn't be your bed anymore—you would share it with her, come tomorrow. Your solitude would be interrupted and put on pause forever.

Genevieve quickly rushed in, making sure to shut and lock the door behind her. She fixed her hair a bit as she did so.

"What is it that you want?" you demanded softly, your brows furrowing.

"Hello to you too," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow—"

"That makes two of us, Genevieve! Finally, something we can agree upon," you laughed, falling backwards onto the bed.

"Will you let me finish?" she crossed her arms without realizing it. Once she had in fact realized, an expression of guilt overcame her as she untwisted herself. A guilt you had never once seen her bear. You sent an apologetic look her way. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, nor the rest of our lives together, but I just wanted to say that you are lovely. I don't hate you. I just hate this."

"I don't hate you either," you sat up carefully, your head sort of spinning as you did so. "Far from it. This is just an...unfortunate situation we've found ourselves in."

"Yes," she agreed, carefully placing herself beside you on the edge of the bed. "You know, I would love you, if you were...there's no way to dance around this. I would love you if you were not a man."

"Oh!" you realized, looking over at her, relief crashing over you. "And I would probably love you if you were not a woman, quite honestly."

Genevieve gasped in delight, wrapping her arms around you as she laughed happily. You couldn't help but smile upon her embrace.

"Who is the lucky woman?" you playfully smiled, nudging her shoulder. You watched intently as you watched the pigment of her face turn rosy.

"Well...we've known each other since we were babies," she sighed happily. "But our families have been dear friends since before we were even conceived. It would never work out."

"Take "never" out of your vocabulary this instant!" you exclaimed, shooting up off the bed and onto your two feet.

"What are you planning?" Genevieve tilted her head.

You rushed over to your desk, filing through all that had piled atop it until you found a quill, some ink, and some parchment.

"We can't say you've run away—no, that would give hope that you're still alive and then you would be seeing wanted posters with your face plastered across trees anywhere you go," you sighed. "No. We'll fake your death instead. And you'll run away tonight."

Genevieve bit her lip concernedly. "Are you sure this will work?"

"I'm certain," you assured her. "Are you able to communicate this plan to your love before midnight?"

"Yes, she is coming to the rehearsal dinner tonight and I'm sure we'll sneak off to the gardens," she nodded.

"Wait—is that why you and Alice go there every time—"

Genevieve's hands flew up to her face, covering it as she giggled.

"My goodness!" you couldn't help but share the laughter. "Wow. I am not surprised, honestly."

"What about you?"

"Have I ever snuck off to a garden to—"

"No!" Genevieve rolled her eyes playfully. "Do you love another?"

"I..." you sighed. "Well, it's complicated."

"I've got time."

"I'm kind of upset with him at the moment. And I'm not sure how he feels about me. And I didn't realize I love him until after I left—"

"One thing at a time!" Genevieve tilted her head back to laugh. She place a hand on your shoulder. "Why does he have you upset?

"He held my hand before I left." you admitted, staring out the window as you spoke. Most days, you would have the curtains closed in order to mask the view of the ocean, as it would only bring you feelings of sorrow and regret.

"And you really question how he feels for you?!"

"Well, he's not like us," you frowned. "Believe me, I'm glad he's not. Though I just don't think he understands what a touch of the hand means to someone like me."

"You may come from different worlds with different values and rules, but holding hands is still an expression of affection wherever you come from," Genevieve pointed out.

"He did wear a fancy ensemble just to see me off safely..."

Once again, Genevieve's laughter filled the room. "You are blind!"

"It's just hard to tell with him!" you protested, laughing along with her. "He's hard to read. He's...very easily irritated."

"Is he like that when he's with you?"

"Less so, but yes," you shrugged. "He is a complicated man."

"But his feelings for you are apparent."

"My god, I need to go!"

"Yes, you do!" she encouraged you, patting you on the back.

"I can't right away. I have to get in contact with someone first, and if both you and I are found missing or dead by morning, it's going to be terribly suspicious—"

"You will find a way. I know it," she assured you. "Let's go and oversee the menu for tonight. I'm starved."

You laughed as she jokingly linked arms with you, leading you out into what you were about to leave behind once again.

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All had gone according to plan—you saw Genevieve and Alice off safely, and falsely mourned your fiancée the next day, and for only a few days after before Stede caught wind of your message. As soon as he had, you scurried to the beach, only bothering to bring a few possessions with you. You hadn't even bothered to leave a note—nothing attached you to the aristocratic life anymore. For good this time.

"Captain!" you exclaimed, almost out of breath. "Thank you. I'm so, so sorry."

"No need to apologize to me," Stede assured you warmly. "Believe me, I get it."

"I wish you warned me—"

"Oh, you wouldn't have listened," he teased. "I do regret having done the same thing you had, but if I hadn't, I never would have gotten closure with Mary and bade farewell to that side of me fully. You had to do the same."

"And you and Blackbeard—he forgave you?"

"We're working on it," Stede laughed. "He has, mostly."

"Do you think Izzy will ever forgive me? How is he?"

"Go see for yourself," Stede suggested kindly. "He's on watch tonight. I'll be in my quarters should you need anything at all."

Before you could thank him again, he vanished into the darkness. You smiled, though you could have swore your heart stopped upon the sight of Izzy Hands. You almost choked on the breath you had taken before gaining the courage to waltz over to him. Before you knew it, you were beside him once again. Izzy jumped upon sensing your presence.

"Jesus fuck," Izzy mumbled.

"Hello to you too."

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, Izzy, I'm happy to see you too!"

"I'm serious—what the fuck? You just up and leave and then you're back. Is this some sort of pattern? How long will your stay be this time, perhaps only a day, maybe two—"

Without much thought, you found your fingers laced between his once again. Izzy's train of thought stopped in its tracks and all he could focus on now was the feeling of warmth that had been yanked away from him ever since you left, and that now, it had been restored. A warmth he thought he would never get to experience again, nor experience at all. Whenever he spent countless days and hours reminiscing upon it, he scolded himself, convincing himself that he should be grateful he got to feel that at least once in his life. It was one more time than he ever expected he would feel it. It should have been enough, but it wasn't even close. His heart began beating out of his chest—what was this feeling he couldn't quite place? He knew it all too well and he was tired of pushing it down to drown. Eventually, you softly removed your hand, and you noticed Izzy's hand flex by his side once again.

"Did it mean something to you? When you held my hand before I left."

"I was giving you a boost onto your ride," he shrugged it off, turning away in hopes that the darkness would hide his smile.

"Right," you laughed. "Izzy, seriously. I have been going crazy. Every single day, wondering if you ever understood what such a gesture meant to me or if it meant absolutely nothing to you."

"Of course it meant something to me, dammit," Izzy sighed. "You are such a fool if you thought for a second that it didn't."

You laughed breathlessly, relief overcoming you instantly as you pressed your forehead against his. The way the moonlight shone upon his face made him even more breathtaking, even more earth-shatteringly beautiful. You couldn't believe what your eyes were allowing you to see, and you couldn't believe how warm you'd felt. You almost swore you'd never shiver once again. Your lips softly grazed his forehead before you pressed another kiss upon his cheek, before resting your forehead against his once again, your eyes fluttering shut, butterflies flying around in your stomach as you reached for his hands once again.

"Mark my words. I will never, ever leave again—"

"Shh," Izzy gently whispered against your lips. "We can talk about it later."

"Later," you nodded gently as finally, your lips collided. Your heart did pirouettes as your lips danced against one another's. In the darkness of your vision, you caught a glimpse of your future aboard The Revenge, with Izzy. You had never seen so clearly, until now, that you had finally found the place you were meant to be after denying it for so long. You had found your family and your lover, and they were all gathered in the same place. This was a luxury that would always beat the fancy balls you attended, the gold-laced coats you wore upon your back, the gems you were gifted often. Izzy was your gem, and he made your life shine brighter than it ever had.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #ofmd season 2 #izzy hands my beloved #ofmd s2 #x reader #izzy hands x reader #fanfic #ofmd izzy hands #pride and prejudice #loosely inspired by pride and prejudice #i'm back bitches #did you miss me i missed you guys #finals are kinda killing me but i'm also getting through it and my winter break is literally in a day #i love you all #i love my mutuals #please request #requests are open #male reader #my first male x reader i hope this was good!

[ladystardust-thinks]

you are in love - t.e.

taron egerton x fem!reader, fluff

request:

Hi hiii! Can I request a fluffly imagine w Taron Egerton where he's simping over the reader during an interview? Thank youu have a nice day!!!

a/n: Aloha! I'm scared of this fic not getting seen by the anon that requested it bc I thought I had kept another ask by them, were they talked about it being neutral, if possible, but turns out I deleted it (😭) so now I don't know if they see it. IF YOU DO PLS SEND ME AN ASK SAYING YOU SAW IT, I AM BEGING. Btw inspired by you are in love by taylor swift, I thought that was obvious though, kinda want to do a part 2 where you keep his shirt and he keeps his word, but it's just an idea

tags/warnings: not proofread at all, wrote it half-drunk idk if it's obvious lmao, language, mention of reader's hair, taron & reader swooning and dying and being obsessed with eachother, she/her pronouns, drinking, casual love confession, third and first person pov, i think that's all.

word count: no word count bc I was bored, but it's pretty long ig

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"I think being unofficially adopted by Elton was inevitable on set. We've just recognised that only one could be the favourite."

She nods slowly and a grin forms on her face. Taron can't form more of a smile. His cheeks were in pain. Three minutes into the interview and still, not able to answer a question. That's a lie, actually. He could answer a lot of questions. What her favourite song is, the amount of summer fruit she eats in wintertime just because they look cute, the color her eyes have when she sits in front of the sun, every tiny little thing, but that'd be useless in a press tour.

His favourite questions though would be the ones he asked her. The ones about music. How much she relates to Vienna, the guitar solo from Killer Queen, what does she think of the cowboy like me lyrics. Anything she could talk about for hours, he could listen to for hours.

"My back hurts." She whispers to him during the commercial break he didn't realize they were in. "What?"

"My back hurts from carrying this interview. Say something. Otherwise I'm going to die the day Jimmy Fallon makes an interesting conversation point." She whisper-shouts and him.

"I mean it's pretty hard to be hated when you don't have a personality, isn't it?"

He shrugs and smiles at her.

"I feel bad, we're sitting here gossiping about our host. But yeah. True."

She giggles thinking of his joke again. He looks at her as he is trying to keep his smile from exploding. As if he'd laugh with all his teeth if he let go. He's looking at every part of her, his eyes following the curves of her hair, her cheeks with their smile lines, because of her wide beams throughout the years. His eyes going all over her, as if he was scanning her, as if he'd been memorising every little one of her characteristics.

"What's wrong with you today, did I turn into a ghost?" She asks him, smiling.

"What?" He laughs slightly.

"You look at me all the time with that dead fish face. As if you're constantly wondering about something."

"I wonder about a lot of things, I'm a very philosophical man."

"I'm pretty sure that's how Freud's mommy issues started."

"Stop it."

"You stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Being so distracted."

"Only when you stop being so distracting."

"I know, I'm gorgeous but get your shit together."

"You are." He turns to look at her and smiles.

Stunned, she pauses a bit, pursing her lips together. As if she wasn't expecting the compliment. As if he didn't look captivated by every little move she made, the fidgeting of her hands or the twitch of her nose when she was confused. She also turns to look at him.

"Thank you." She lets out a breathy laugh.

"You don't look half bad. Actually, no. You don't look quarter bad! I don't even know if that makes sense, but it felt nice to say." She feels something newfound. Something hopeful and surprising all together. She wondered if he could see it in her eyes, though she hoped he couldn't because it felt vulnerable. She wasn't at ease, she was just delighted enough to only fly right over her safety net. Just in case.

***

As a person I have a lot of qualities, whether people would argue if they're good or bad, I did and they were a lot. Sadly, being patient is not one of them. I have to be distracted from everything at anytime and be constantly stimulated. Sitting down on a makeup and hair chair to be Laura's laboratory animal was one of these activities. One that could bore me very easily, but I also loves doing. It makes her happy to try new things and it makes me happy to see it.

Scrolling on tiktok, I land on a clip from last night's interview, with Taron.

'Currently needing someone to look at me like Taron Egerton looks at his co-stars',

read the caption.

"You're a lucky ass girl." Laura howls seeing my screen from over my head.

I look up and grimace at her.

"You're invading my personal space."

"You are my best friend, I've been invading your personal space since we were 20 and you were crying in the bathroom of a bar because the little umbrellas the cocktails had were 'just too cute'. Get over yourself, he's as cute as the umbrellas, you were thinking it, I said it."

"I- Touché."

Is he?

I mean he's really nice and you'd probably call him charming. And he hears me, which not a lot of people do - including me - anytime i ramble on about... anything.

You could call him cute, yes. He can be funny aswell. It might be the british-ness, I'm not sure. Though, I do enjoy spending time with him.

He's also nice to look at. That sounds weird. He is objectively, and only objectively, really attractive.

"Laura." I say sternly and look up at her through the mirror.

"Mhm..." She's so nonchalant about this. I need some sympathy here!

"You think?" My eyebrows furrow and I tilt my head. I belive I was denying my thoughts more than I was questioning them.

"If you don't, I will. I guarantee you though, I won't be as successful." Her grin makes me frown in thought. At least this is going to be an interesting press tour, isn't it?

***

"I can't say something like that, she'd kill me."

"You smile like an idiot when she talks to you. If she were to kill you she would've already."

"I- I don't think I would mind. I mean, it's from her hands, at least I'd die a happy man."

Richard squints his eyes. "Yes... And you still can't find a way to say that. Uh-huh."

The backstage for their interview had an air, heavier than it needs to be for Taron to process. Variety interview, press event, after-party. That was the schedule for the day, as of 5 minutes prior. Five minutes, in which he felt actually, relaxed. All until we had to shove a 'Confess your immortal passionate love to your co-star (bonus points if she doesn't hate you)' in the To-Do list. Taron thought Richard might, could, maybe, possibly, ever in a million years, be a bit of help.

But he wasn't, he was just being a dick about it, no pun intended. 'Yeah, you're smitten mate.' as if he didn't know that! He didn't need a doctor's diagnosis to tell him he was absolutely and utterly in love. What were the possibilities he wouldn't be? How could anyone not be? He hadn't ever met a more genuine and caring and generous and sweet person in Hollywood. No, fuck Hollywood, his life.

***

Entering the venue hurt him physically. At least that's what it felt like. You cannot judge him, if you had her waving at you from across the room with this wide smile you would've understood. He purses his lips into an upside-down smile he couldn't hold, he would never want to disappoint her like this, but he couldn't wave back of course. He thought he'd faint any moment if he moved. Right, fun. What was he supposed to do, ignore her? Avoid her? That might aswell hurt more. His breath hitched when she began walking over to him. What was wrong with him? He is a confident grown ass man, why does she make him act like that, how does she manage that? Why can she walk in and make the room shine? Why is she so genuinely funny and interesting? How can she be so talented, but at the same time so understanding of others. If it wasn't her Taron wanted to confess to, he'd ask her for advice.

"Thank god you're here! The music is boring, the food is bland and the people are so rich I can't even comprehend if they're talking about their yacht, their Oscar or their villa."

She clearly wasn't doing any better. "Need saving?" he teases and she finds herself chuckling. That's a sweet thought. A nice way to put it. Need a knight to save her from the absolute dread of boredom.

"Yes, Romeo."

"Romeo? I'm flattered."

"You shouldn't be, you die."

"I die in love."

"You die heartbroken, have you read it?"

"Under love's heavy burden do I sink."

"Very well delivered, congratulations."

"Thank you very much."

She smiles and sighes, he's so stupid, it's kind of adorable. What's even more stupid is how stupid he makes her feel. She feels like a fool when she can't come up with a sarcastic comment. She feels like a fool when she notices looking at her and can't even whisper, if ever utter a word. She just smiles. It's annoying.

"Well Romeo and Juliet is pretty fitting, considering you look like you just escaped straight out of some fairytale." He had to gather all his courage and make this compliment, but at least she liked it. No, she loved it. She adored it. It was so adorable, it was so nice. It's a compliment you see being said in books and movies. Made her feel gorgeous, like she was the only one in the room.

"I- Romeo and- Sorry. Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy, not a fairytale." She wasn't sure what else to say and what she did already was supposed to come out way more confident, it didn't. Obviously.

***

I’m not certain how we did so, but we ended up in the backyard of somebody, who knew somebody, who knew somebody who had cheap wine and a good taste in music, but we did. I had a drink in my hand and I was going off about something, but the conversation was changed soon enough. When Taron asked me, how the hell was I single. I looked at him. I squinted and sighed. "Why wouldn't I be? I mean I'm fun and pretty and famous, but who does commitment with a cat lady?! Who would want something long term? Pffft nobody."

I don't think I realised what I was whining on about until I heard him speak up. He said 'Me.' He really said me! It was so foolish, and I was so drunk, but he did say it.

"You."

"Me."

"You're funny."

"Only when I'm joking."

"Fuck. Would you?"

"Would I what?"

"No like, would you actually?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, probably.".

"That's- So you like me?"

"No, I don't think so."

"But-"

"I love you, I believe."

I was just looking at him. I could not function. I thought about the cost of being hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities and cardiac arrest. Saying me too seemed cheaper and more beneficial, so that was what I went with.

"Are you joking?" I let out a breathy laugh, thinking his concerns were ridiculous. "This whole time? Oh my god. I just wasted all this time."

"All this time of what?" He asks and I wonder, how could he not understand? It was so painfully obvious that I wanted him. I craved to hear his laugh and listen to him every day, 'til I would die.

"All this time of not being with you."

His mouth was left a bit agape, but I could see a smile being formed slowly. He just looked at me. With that stupid dead fish face he'd done at first. Laura's gonna love this.

"Could you do me a favour?" I look at him and chuckle.

"What is it?"

"Could you say it again?" I smile, tight lipped.

"I love you."

#taron egerton #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton fluff #taron egerton x reader fluff #taron egerton x fem!reader

[lathalea]

Hey, I'm the anon who was asking why people are writing Thorin with all these modern quips.

Thank you for your answer and your awesome pictures of Thorin!

I sadly think you may have misunderstood where I was coming from, though.

I never am against people being creative..I have no problem with people expanding their minds to come up with so many different ideas and scenarios. The people reblogging from you made me look like a complete heartless jerk saying that people should be free to write whatever they want and I'm just an oppressor, pretty well.

If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.

They are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism. This stuff is more narrow minded than being creative, as we see it in every tv show, movie and video games, even! It's everywhere! But, this is considered creative when this is all we ever see in storytelling? This is why I felt you misunderstood me, and so did everyone else.

If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days.

Hope this helps you understand more where I'm coming from.

(Mandatory Thorin swooning material here.)

Hi again, Anon! 

I’m glad you’ve read my reply. Rest assured, I understood everything very well – including the fact what kind of fanfiction tropes you like the most and the ones you don’t. As for the latter, I simply hope that doesn’t include the Thorin fans who have fun together with me whenever I open Thorin’s Ask Box and reply humbly ask our King Under the Mountain to kindly reply to everyone’s questions.

It’s good to know that you didn’t mean to come off like “a complete heartless jerk”. It happens sometimes that we write certain things under the influence of strong emotions and click “send” before taking a deep breath and re-reading what we wrote. I understand, no worries. But I’m sure you see how your words can be interpreted by others. And I’m certain you know — probably even better than me — that proper wording matters a lot, especially in English. Because it is not my first language, I’ve learned to be ultra careful when putting my thoughts into words here on Tumblr (or anywhere in the Internet) — otherwise I can come off as the aforementioned “complete heartless jerk” and no one wants to be that person, right? 

If anything like this ever happens again, I’d like you to know that you can always drop in to my ask box and clarify further what you had in mind. I will be happy to convey your reasoning to my followers as I’m doing it now.

Anyway, I’m glad that you decided to clarify your thought process and we went from the initial confusion of “strange gender ideologies” to the problem of the Original Female Characters and their portrayal in fanfiction — which is a very interesting issue worthy of a separate discussion (another one I’d love to have). But let’s dive into your ask.

(Just look at his majestic profile!)

“If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.”

(I have skipped the part about the main popculture categories because it’s a separate topic, but I’d love to discuss it with you on another occasion. I think it would be a very interesting exchange of opinions.)

Let’s focus on fanfiction for now, specifically, Thorin fanfiction because I see we both care for this character a lot.

I’m glad that in your ask you decided to challenge the fanfic writers and encourage them to broaden their horizons and try harder! It’s always good to improve. And speaking of improvement, remember when I said “proper wording matters”? I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to offer you a piece of advice I got from a good friend once: I’ve learned that it’s best to avoid categorical statements containing words like “always” or “never” when discussing things in public to avoid being misunderstood or coming off as confrontational. Some of the people who will read this may think that you are either offending fic writers on purpose (which I’m sure is not the case) or have a limited knowledge of fanfiction (and you seem like a well-read person). It is much better to say “It feels to me that many people write fanfic with the same narrow-minded ideas because…” (I’d like to hear your reasoning by the way!) 

Let’s leave dealing in absolutes to the philosophers and theologians, okay? :)

Now, let’s get back to Thorin fanfiction.

(Just look at that hair!)

"If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days."

I must admit I’m a bit sad that you happen to find only this type of Thorin x OFC fics. At the same time, I have to agree with you that there are certain repetitive tropes and traits that make many OCs boring, or worse, make them look like a Mary Sue. In mainstream media, it is very common to portray a female character as “strong” by putting a sword or gun into her hands, but for me, it is much more interesting to see either this type of physically strong character, but marked by flaws or torn by conflict, or a more feminine type of character whose strength that comes from within. At the same time, I realize that this type of character (“badass girl with a sword”) has become very popular and perhaps that is why I get easily bored by it nowadays, because the world of popculture is oversaturated with them, as you said it yourself. But I believe that a good writer can write a character like this and keep me engaged if there is interesting depth to that OC. 

Either way, I totally understand that you may feel tired when seeing this trope, but I also know there are tons and tons of various stories available online though browsing through them may feel like a chore sometimes. But don’t worry, I happen to have read quite a few Thorin fics (it should be clear to you by now that I have no life ;)), and some of them were really good. I have prepared a short list of Thorin fics with interesting protagonists from many different places (ff.net, AO3, Tumblr) — you’ll find it below. I hope that after checking out these stories and reading those stories, you can perhaps feel a bit of relief knowing that there are quite a few interesting female protagonists around.

Here we go (a general warning, many of the fics below contain NSFW scenes):

💕 @technoelfie - check out the Thorin masterlist - stories like The Long Dark and its sequel contain an OFC that is everything but badass, even though she comes from the modern times. And the story is very much canon in all the right places.

💕 Kkolmakov’s fic Me Without You - a perfect example of how you focus on canon, provide the readers with a feminine OC (and Wren, the protagonist, is very far from a classic Mary Sue), and weave an engaging story inspired by Thorin’s works. Check out her other Thorin stories on ff.net, they are full of great ideas! 

💕 @legolasbadass - check out the Heart of Gold fic on AO3! The OC is a very complex character and the story of the secret love between her and Thorin in a restrictive Dwarven society relies heavily on canon. Dania, the protagonist, shows us a quiet, resilient type of feminine strength.

💕 @fizzyxcustard - see Fizzy’s Thorin fics here on Tumblr and A Rose at Twilight on AO3. This is a story about a young woman capturing Thorin’s heart against all odds. Again, far from a typical swashbuckling Mary Sue, it focuses on a rather vulnerable character who gets a chance at a new life.

💕 @middleearthpixie - this very prolific writer has more than just a few longfics under her belt. See the whole list here. Stories like In Time or Where I Belong, among others, contain well-rounded OFCs free from the repetitive traits you mentioned.

💕 @thorinstorieswoman - this blog contains a 2-part longfic where the OC is an elf from Rivendell and the issue of elf-Dwarf animosities is addressed in an interesting way without straying outrageously from canon.

💕 @frosticenow wrote A Thread of Life, a companion piece to my art (yes, I may be biased here) that includes another really interesting OFC, a seamstress, and Thorin falling in love with her. You will find great worldbuilding ideas here too and strong focus on the Dwarven culture!

💕 The Queen by Heloise Durin - the story of how the love between Thorin and Queen Heloise blossomed. It is somewhat inspired by real-life events, as the author admits, and the readers can see that a queen can be a strong female character yet her strength does not come from wielding a sword nor from sassy remarks.

💕 Other writers who are known for Thorin fics are @legolaslovely, @deepestfirefun, @dumbassunderthemountain, @fromthedeskoftheraven, @averil-of-fairlea, @xxbyimm, @i-did-not-mean-to, @shiinata-library, @scariusaquarius, @guardianofrivendell @ruthoakenshield and more (if you’re a Thorin fic writer and you’d like to be added here, please let me know!).

💕 Oh, and if you’re tired of the issues you mentioned, like “feminist OCs” and “badass girl OCs”, feel free to check out @lordoftherazzles stories. The main focus is Bagginshield and this is a ship based solely on canon characters free of those characteristics so maybe it will interest you too? Here is Razzy’s AO3 page.

And if you're searching for a classically feminine OFC whose greatest trait is being passive and ogling Thorin, see my story Springtime at the Lonely Mountain.

I hope you'll like at least some of these stories. Feel free to share your thoughts with me! I’m always eager to discuss fanfiction :)

(Well hello there, handsome king!)

Before I click “send” on this post, I’d like you to ask you something, if you don’t mind. You wrote: “They [fics] are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism.”  

I must admit, I’m a bit confused here. Would you be so kind and please explain to me how Thorin fics you encounter (because I assume you were still talking about stories containing this character here) are filled with Marxism? And if you could provide me with some examples/fic links, that would be great! I must admit I have never encountered a truly Marxist Thorin fic (or Dwarf fic) yet. I’m always on the lookout for fresh worldbuilding ideas and uncommon takes on social and economic issues in fanfiction, especially in stories where Dwarves are the main focus. Revolutionary Dwarves? Labor issues, capitalism and communism as concepts developed by the children of Aule? That would be a very interesting read!

The same goes for “political correctness”, by the way. I remember you mentioned earlier that it bothered you when people inserted modern ideas into Middle Earth fics so I’m guessing this is another example of this issue - please please please feel free to give me some juicy examples! I’d really like to hear your take on things and see how you would rewrite such stories or their elements to fit your tastes better! And apart from removing anachronisms from stories, that’s a great exercise in creative writing. By the way, forgive my curiosity, are you a fanfic writer yourself? If so, I’d love to read your stories if you’re willing to share them with me :) 

All the best,

Lathalea 💙

#thorin oakenshield #lathalea speaks #ask box #thorin #the hobbit #tolkien #fanfiction #thorin x oc #original female character #lotr #fanfic writing #character headcanons #Marxist anon

[genshinlover101]

Hello I hope you’re doing well! I loved the them meeting your parents prompt. Could you do something like that again but with yae miko, Lisa, ningguang, mona, and beidou? If not or if you wanna cut down the characters it’s cool. :)

Her Meeting Your Parents 

Characters: Yae Miko, Lisa, Ningguang, Mona, Beidou x gn!reader

Original request: May I make a request for how they're like bringing them to meet the reader's parents? Thank you~ <3

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah i hope this was good ! I had to repeat some story lines I did in the first one because I see some of these characters acting pretty similar so they’re not as unique as I hoped they’d be. Nevertheless I hope you still enjoy anon <3

Link to Prt. 1 (Not connected, only if you want more)

• Yae Miko being the Guuji of the Narukami Shrine is impressive enough, her high political status swooning your parents on another level. Even if she didn’t hold her meticulous title she probably would just manipulate them into liking her using their deepest insecurities.

• Since Miko was never one to do things the normal way, she’d wanna have some fun while meeting your parents. You’d beg her not to play any of her games with them, but like the fox, she was you knew your words had no meaning to her.

Miko knew she couldn’t walk up to your doorstep empty-handed even though she was the Guuji. She even dressed up for this occassion, picking fresh Sea Ganoderma just for your mother as you two stood behind the door that would open a new future for the two of you. “How do I look hmm?” She asked you adjusting her earrings.

“You look perfect Miko,” you told her. You hadn’t had much time to discuss the battle plan for tonight with you her due to both of your busy schedules, but you trusted Miko enough to be competent enough for such tasks. Your parents must’ve heard the commotion outside, opening the door before you could knock.

“Ahh- Lady Guuji,” your mother answered. A bead of nervous sweat dropping her forehead, she had of course heard the rumors of her unusual cruelty from victims such as the everso popular Thoma. Your father peeking behind your mother in support and in equal mistrust. 

“Good evening, how are you madame?” was all she said, making you relax at the seemingly normal start. She had a wide smile on her face as she handed your mother the blue flowers. Stepping inside as she took her sandals off as lady-like as possible. Looking around your childhood home she was needless to say a little disappointed, not to say she expected much. “My my~ what a... cute little home you seem to have,” she complimented your mother with slight hesitation.

“Why thank you,” she replied, as nice as Miko seemed to be coming off, you could tell the backhandedness of her comments. Elbowing Miko to cut it out before she mentions something out of line. Before she could speak back to you, the smell of freshly fried tofu wafted from the dining table, “I hope you enjoy Fried Tofu, I heard it’s very popular nowadays,” your mother added, hoping to win over the fox lady.

• Back in Sumeru, Lisa was a renowned scholar. Impressive even for the land overseen by the Archon of Wisdom. However, in Mondstadt, Lisa was just your average Librarian. She might’ve even built a reputation for herself for being the crazy witch who chases you if you have an overdue book.

• Though Lisa wasn’t known as the Purple Rose for no reason, she was charming. Regardless of your parent’s misconceptions of her, she was bound to make them come around even if it were at a later date. Her tenacity and refusal to give up were certainly a feat amongst parents.

Lisa was a very voluptuous woman both physically and personality-wise. The sexy woman standing with you behind your childhood home’s door, a smirk on her face as she twirls her hair in between her fingers. You looked nervous, exceptionally so that she was to meet your parents. “You needn’t worry cutie,” she told you. “Don’t you remember who I am? Miss Lisa has everything under control.”

Her words make you increasingly anxious. She always said that whenever she had absolutely no plans, trusting her intuition more than a calculated plan. “See watch this,” she teased you while you gave her a ‘really?’ look. She knocked four times on your door, taking a deep breath. 

Your mother opening the door, Lisa ready to put on the fakest show of her life. “Why hello, how are you love,” she said in a high pitch as she went in for a hug. Your mother played into her embrace acting like they had known each other for ages. “I’ve even brought you something,” she pulled out a box of heart chocolates wrapped in a purple rose. Some caramel flavored, some orange, some dark chocolate. 

It didn’t take much for your mother to be impressed by her womanly charm. “You never told me your lady was a chocolate connoisseur?” Your mother teased you, little did she know you didn’t know either. Rolling your eyes as you found yourself in a certain predicament. Your father standing behind your mother as he too felt the same weird vibe between the two women. 

He made an awkward giggle as he signaled your all to funnel inside the house, regardless of the fake acts and overexcited greetings you could tell Lisa was a master at blending in. She was going to win your mother over whether it was the last thing she did.

• The Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing was all you had to say. It was an honor for your parents to even have a conversation with her beyond annoying small talk. Ningguang didn’t even have to talk in order to impress your parents beyond their imagination.

• Ningguang would be showered in admiration the moment she stepped into your house. She didn’t need any training or housewarming gifts to swoon your parents. She could’ve been a Hilichurl incapable of speech and they’d still grovel on their feet for even a word with her.

Ningguang wore a specially tailored dress just for the occasion, even though she was the Tianquan she wanted to make this moment special because you were involved. You two made it to your front porch, offering your hand to your lady as she took the step up to the ‘welcome home’ mat on the floor. The door swung open to your little humble childhood home without even a knock.

“Welcome Lady TianQuan,” your father said, offering his hand for a strong and firm handshake. “My wife is just down the hall, she’s prepared some home-cooked meals just for you.” he tried to impress her. Your mother always had the best cooking, her stews and soups were to die for.

The smell intoxicated her as she felt a little saturated in the enviroment. Most of the people she conversed with were greedy businessmen and corrupt politicians, not giving them the time of day and rude chit-chat was all she was accustomed to. But your sweet little home was enough for her to get comfy and cozy, a refreshing maternal feeling she got. Her cheeks turned a rosy red. “Don’t mind if I do,” Ningguang said softly.

She set the small but expensive jade present for your parents on the nightstand beside your door, taking off her heels as she made her way into the kitchen, her nose guiding her. Your mother was rambling in her own little world as she was speechless in front of the tall woman. She had always been a humble woman. “Do you mind if I help you prepare the stew? I can mince the onions if you’d like?” Ningguang offered.

Ningguang fit in well in the tiny house, her warm presence filling the void. Your parents despite their initial nerves seemed to bond well with her, your worries washing away that they might embarrass you or that they’d butt heads.

• Mona might have been a great astrologist’s apprentice, but in Mondstadt, she was quite unknown. She was nothing more than an Astrologer if lucky, just a broke fortune teller to most. Her words often stung like knives if they carried any weight for her status.

• Mona was definitely not someone who you could trust walking blind-sighted into dinner with your parents. You’d have to train her from making any cruel or unusual remarks, it was like trying to tell a stubborn cat what to do. Almost losing faith in her ability to win over your parents altogether.

Mona held her chin up high, you made her solemnly swear not to use any of her astrology ‘things’ on your parents, let alone not say anything out of pocket. She promised you that if she needed to conform to a standard in order to fit in she would, this being one of those times. “Remember to bite your tongue Mona, I don’t want to hear your sneaky remarks to my parents,” You said as you knocked on your door, Mona behind you as she flipped her hair sassily with a pout.

Your mother answered the door with a big grin as she brought you in for a hug. The young woman behind you looking  small and awkward as her foot tapped anxiously on the concrete porch. “Nice to meet you, I’m Mona Megistus,” Mona’s arms were folded, but her hand reached out to shake your mother’s, “A-although, you can just call me Mona.” 

You had your first sigh of relief, she showed a sign of humility, compared to when you first had met her. Your father coming out of the darkness of your home to greet her as well, his large figure towering over Mona’s. Her eye twitched and her smirk turned crooked, she was nothing short of being intimidated. Without her astrology knowing whether someone was bad news was a mystery.

But if it was your father he couldn’t be bad, right? “Pleased to meet you as well s-sir,” she said shakily. She wasn’t prepared to feel so nervous, this was supposed to be another walk in the park. Almost forgetting about the housewarming gift that you had bought her to give to your parents, the small package sitting in her pouch.

You lightly elbowed her in her side, making her squeak a little. Although annoyed, your presence was grounding to her, finding hope in the fact that you were standing right behind her in a time of need. “Mona, my dear we’ve heard much about you,” your mother finally said breaking the awkward silence. Your small nudge was all she needed in order to break the ice, feeling comfortable after realizing if these people had raised you, they must be good people.

• Being the Captain of the Crux was certainly impressive, if they cared enough that is. In Liyue the Crux might’ve been a fascinating dream amongst Children, but to adults who work a 9-5, they were nothing but criminals. Disrespecting the Liyue Qixing every chance they got.

• You would have to teach Beidou a whole bunch of things about basic etiquette. Whether it be table manners, speech, or even how to dress like a lady. If not told otherwise she probably would’ve belched or even picked her nose in front of your parents who expected quite a lot from you.

You were nervous for Beidou to meet your parents, you had even told her she should fake her occupation so they don’t judge her too harshly. She, however, thought it was shameful to hide her legacy. You had to whip her into shape, arms linked as you walked the pathway to your front porch, she was still trying to convince you she was a catch just as she was. “If I don’t be myself now, how will they accept me later?” Beidou argued. 

Your mother who had opened the door prematurely much to your surprise stood at the doorstep, her arms folded sternly as she looked down on the tall woman but lean woman. Her dress was formal and modest, but it didn’t hide her scars and lean body shape. Her mean appearance shocked your poor mother. “My my~ who hurt you, my dear,” she asked Beidou like she was her daughter-in-law already.

Beidou glanced at you sternly with confidence, and then back at your mother as she was ready to state the truth. “I got this fighting monsters that lurk on the sea’s floor,” Beidou had her chin held high, a smirk on her face. She thought that if she cut to the chase, skipped a couple of chapters, they’d accept her faster. Your father creeping behind with an intrigued look on his face.

“A monster? Good celestias, what an imagination you have child.” Your mother gasped as she shooed Beidou in the house quickly. “You’ll have to tell me more over food, it’ll get cold if we wait too long.” Your mother didn’t buy it, but oh archons would she be in a ride, Beidou’s stories could go on for ages.

Your father followed closely behind still interested as he looked Beidou up and down. He wasn’t as skeptical as your mother, her strong figure surely told him that she must’ve done something dangerous to have such strong arms. A firm hand on Beidou’s shoulder as he whispered to her. “My wife isn’t as trusting as me, but I trust you will protect our little one will you not?” His words brought a queasy smile to Beidou’s face.

#yae miko x reader #lisa x reader #ningguang x reader #mona x reader #Beidou x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko #lisa minci #Ningguang #mona megistus #beidou

[finniestoncrane]

Hi for like the third time this week! (this is still the same anon who cannot stop sending you asks about Reeves!Verse Penguin). Your writing has me down so bad for this old man hnnngggg (I promise I will stop cluttering your inbox now!)

But do you have any headcanons for our beloved Oswald? Like, not necessarily romantic ones, but like, how he views himself, random facts about him that you just absolutely hold to be true? As always, absolutely no pressure to answer, I was just curious!

(also, I didn't know there was going to be a spin-off with him??? is this true??)

Thank you for putting up with my endless Daddy Oz asks and for your absolutely wonderful writing!! 💜💜

you're not cluttering anon you're just lovely and sweet and giving me an excuse to think about him every day (even though i do that anyway)

BUT YEAH OK YOU OPENED THE FLOODGATES i have a whole like 2k words of headcanon notes that i keep meaning to find time to organise and write out properly, but i'd love to share my favourites with no particular sort of organisation i am so sorry lmao 💜

he makes his s/o and/or family go for sunday walks together but he calls them the "sunday waddles" because he's a dork

makes pasta like his grandmother used to make to a secret recipe and lets you taste it by licking his finger

insists on recreating the lady and the tramp scene with spaghetti anytime it's on the table in front of you

one of his favourite hobbies is bowling, he has his own specially made ball and matching gloves and shoes and shirt, and he holds your hips while you throw and is very keen to help you play

he'll use so many petnames for people, s/o and friends and goons, that he will forget people's actual names

he's the sweetest around kids, calls himself uncle oz and is always handing them $50 bills

he speaks italian when he's railing you

100% is in charge of the grill at BBQs and has an apron that looks like a tuxedo

he celebrates redundant anniversaries with too many gifts and far too much enthusiasm like the first time he saw you, the first time you spoke to him, the first time you spent the night, the first time you kissed, the first time you took a ride in his car etc.

i've named his kids i'm sorry he has two sons called lorenzo and walden and he calls them lolly and wally (for daddy oz i will be soft enough for kids)

he flirts with EVERYONE. wait staff, bartenders, the guy at the bank, his goons, your mother

you show him an old woman, he's got them swooning and calling him a precious young man while they pinch his cheeks, he is such a charmer

he has dogs. so many dogs. pomeranians and chihuahuas. and they're all named after pasta dishes. he cookes them steak every night and he'll be out on his lawn in the morning with like 10 leashes taking them all for a walk and they all sleep in the bed with him every night

he doesn't think he's particularly handsome but he knows he holds himself well and looks smart all the time

he thought he'd be dead before he hit 40 (shot, cigars, drinking)

he hasn't thrown a punch in action in over a decade because he doesn't need to anymore but he has a punching bag in his garage to keep himself prepared

#finnie writes #kind of and tenuously and it's more like rambling! #anon #friends being friends

[in-omni-scientia]

Every time you and Authority speak with each other there's an Energy... Chemistry, on might say. Ever considered just asking the guy out? (Empathy would probably be cool about it)

ENCYCLOPEDIA — 'Cool about it'? Well, they *have* said before they would support us no matter what we did, but I'd like to draw attention to the fact they've previously shown distress at the prospect of losing us to someone else. AUTHORITY — Sure, whatever, but are we just going to ignore the fact Suggestion exists too? That'd be fucked up to do that to him. COMPOSURE — You guys are boring. I could totally whip up something, anon, just give me some time to gather some inspo. VOLITION — I think maybe we should be taking into account the fact I just *don't* feel that way first and foremost?? No confessions are going to be happening. Not sorry. AUTHORITY — No, the *biggest* fucking issue is that you take fifty goddamn morale damage every time he even LOOKS at you. That's not fucking good to build a relationship on. Manage *that* first before you even consider a FRIENDSHIP, fuckwit. By the way, have you ever considered that in your shit-ass relationship with Empathy, you don't-- VOLITION — No. PERCEPTION — Okay. But, what if-- VOLITION — Nope. ENCYCLOPEDIA — That would be an interesting theoretical to ponder, though. If Au-- VOLITION — My verdict is final, dammit. ENCYCLOPEDIA — Okay.

COMPOSURE [Legendary: Failure] — O, Authority! How, the nonpareil! In time we hate that which we often fear – and fear the flutter of our pages when ye wert near, sir-reverence, we didst… Fie upon’t, foh! Our maltreatments leave a foul taste in our mouth.

VOLITION — What are you doing. AUTHORITY — Oh, for fuck's sake.

COMPOSURE — O me, I cry your worships mercy! Beseech you, sovereign, give’s pardon. What our contempts doth often hurl from us, we wish it ours again… the prevailing prejudices, by revolution lowering, does become the opposite of itself. Byrlady…

VOLITION — ...Hey, wait. Didn't we hear someone-- ENCYCLOPEDIA — What does 'byrlady' mean, Composure?

COMPOSURE — I knoweth not!!!! ⠀⠀Y’wrest’d us from the clammy grips of death with absolute celerity, my lord, and with this hast wrest from us our grip on our wanton feelings. Alack, we do regret our decadence, ‘tis dishonourable to hurt th’heart of sweet Empathy--

VOLITION — Keep Empathy's name out of your fucking mouth. ENCYCLOPEDIA — Also, would you do us the service of not referring to us as a collective, in this instance? I am not regretting any decadence right now for I have not participated in it.

COMPOSURE — --but mine aching heart balance the feather of austerity. ⠀⠀E’en so! The possibility we are doom’d to belove more than beloved oft agnize I, the arm of your companion’s body ye art. But my lungs ‘chill not contain this blaze no longer… thou art the greatest soldier of the world, the heart where mine thoughts did kindle. Made from fire and air, you and I, the other elements left to baser life, and your continued breath alone fans my flame. ⠀⠀Prithee, allow me to be the armourer of your steely heart. I ask no more. In fine, for the love of Love and her soft hours, let’s not confound the time with conference harsh. ⠀⠀Come, sir, come, I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love...

PERCEPTION — Where did that spotlight come from? No, wait, where did those paper roses come from...? COMPOSURE — Thank you, thank you! Oh, you've been such a beautiful audience! PERCEPTION — Wait, Poseur dON'T-- ⠀⠀Oof... COMPOSURE — fffffffffff AUTHORITY — Just because I share a name doesn't mean I'm gonna catch you when you swoon, dickhead! COMPOSURE — You're a *shit* acting partner! AUTHORITY — You're a *shit* skill!

VOLITION — ...Uh. So. What's with the EModS? COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] — Ooh, want an encore with even older Suresne, do we? Of course I will give that to you. Khm, khm... ⠀⠀Lufast ðū mē? Ðū mē scýedest mid frēondsċipe hæfdest, ic eomge-feall-en-- ENCYCLOPEDIA — Quit that. I can accept plagiarising from creative works, but academic texts are where I draw the line. COMPOSURE — Uh. Isn't plagiarising from academic texts all you do, though...?

#contains: txt #author/s: me #contains: answers #skillsposting #ooc: if you noticed any mistakes in the elizabethan and old english portions of this text #then please email me at [email protected]! #ok but seriously there is genuinely no way that old english is correct MINIMUM I couldn't work out how you were supposed to order sentences #<- guy who isn't a linguist and can't even comprehend SVO or whatever shit beyond 'john caught the ball' #btw the old english is *supposed* to be something like #'do you love me?' (loveth thou me?) #'you have tempted me with friendship' (you me tempted with friendship have) <- main part im iffy on #'i have fallen--' (i am fallen) #AND BY THE WAY 70% OF THE EModE IS LIFTED FROM ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA (THE PLAY) #after that rhetoric blog sent the ask abt the portfolio to drama (even if it was bait) im sooo . nervous erhhm

[frecklystars]

I just KNOW the goose boys would protect you like nobody's business

• Driver would hold your hand your hand on late night drives, never initiating at first because he's nervous but Always holding you tight if you want to. He'd always softly ask permission to kiss you, even if it's just a quick smooch on your hand.

• Ken couldn't even IMAGINE hurting you, it's just not something he can comprehend! When he thinks about you it's always sparkles and hearts and holding you tight enough to forget any worries

• Six knows what pain feels like and can't bear to think about you feeling like that, so he's always there to prevent Anything from hurting you (even if that something is just it being too cold outside lol). He knows what flashbacks and old trauma feel like too so he's perfectly equipped to ground you and make sure you feel safe, guiding your breathing, getting you water, and never tiring of any reassurances you need from him. He'd probably insist on teaching you self defense though lol

• Noah's a Southern gentleman, so any chance he gets to help you he LEAPS on, holding the door open, cooking you breakfast, and threatening ANYTHING that might harm you with his shotgun

• Dean is devoted to you like no other, he'd play love songs on his ukulele and dance with you whenever he could. He lives for a chance to make you laugh, it makes his life worth living

Plus not a goose boy but he's too interesting to not mention lol

• Patrick is protective in his own way, he may be violent but NEVER with you. He'd show you off to all his accounting colleagues, holding you close so no one can forget that he's Yours

I'm not the best writer but I hope this helped! And know that you're always loved 💖

-T

HI. THIS MADE ME WEEP PROFUSELY (IN A GOOD WAY) 😭😭

I hope you see my response, I'm sorry I didn't open my inbox for a while, but I am seeing this now and I don't have enough words to properly tell you how much this means to me. I always struggle with feeling unsafe, especially during flashbacks or nightmares or just having bad/scary memories resurface in general. Every day has been so hard. Getting reminders that my F/Os would protect me, getting this... this... this descriptive, beautiful writing about each individual character and HOW they'd protect me?? I just... 😭😭😭😭 wow... anything involving my F/Os has always helped me the most, and this, all of this?? This is just... monumental. I love this so dearly and I will always hold these words very close to my heart ;-;

You didn't even have to do this, but you did it anyway, and that means so much to me. I really appreciate you taking the time to think about this and to type all of this up. Your kindness does not go unnoticed; quite the opposite. This is one of those kindhearted asks that I will think about in the back of my head for a long time.

Driver asking permission to kiss me?? 🥺🥺 holding my hand tightly?? Ken thinking about me with hearts and sparkles slfjsdlfdf... that's so cute...!!!!! and?? and Six?? my husbanddd 😭💖💖💖 Six canonically having cptsd just like me always punches me right in the heart guts. I appreciate that you say he'd want to teach me self defense and make sure I'm safe and that he wouldn't be tired of me constantly asking for reassurance that I'm safe ;w; !!! AND AHH!!! NOAH!!! You're the first person to mention Noah in my inbox!!!!! :D One of my newest baby goose boyfriends!!! Awwww this one is so sweet. The last part about his shotgun made me laugh 😂 AND DEAN,,,ooghhg I'm in shambles. Thank you for mentioning Dean!!! 🥺🥺🥺 I love Dean sooo much. "he lives for a chance to make you laugh, it makes his life worth living" WUHWUHWUHW???? MY GOD??? 😭😭😭💖💘💖💘💕💕 and the idea of him playing for his ukulele just for me makes me swoon... these are all soooo sweet oh my goodness... you're really spoiling me, dearest anon!!!

YOU EVEN MENTIONED PAT.......... 🥺 that is so sweet. my honorary bodyguard-boyfriend-who's-not-my-boyfriend. I appreciate that you reassure me he's violent, but never with me. I do genuinely feel very safe with him (most of the time) he has helped me heal quite a bit!! It's very refreshing to be able to look at a vile, sick, twisted (FICTIONAL) villain and wholeheartedly believe they'd keep me safe at all costs. I feel like my old self again when I ship with him. "He'd show you off to all his accounting colleagues, holding you close so no one can forget that he's Yours" OH BABES I'M OBSESSED WITH THE WAY YOU WROTE THAT SENTENCE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hope you have the best day ever, you deserve it 😭💖💖💖!!!!!!

#anonymous #asks #keepsake #💌💐 #💕♬♪ ♡ I do nothing but think of you - ̗̀💙🔨 ̖́- #💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́- #💕♡☆ I'll always protect you ☆🖤🎆 #💕♡˚₊· Your heart is my home ☆❤️🦢♡˚₊· #💕♬♪ ♡ I fall more in love with you every day (Blue) Valentine - ̗̀💙💌🍦 ̖́- #💕♬♪ Losing you is not an option ☆🔪❤️💥

[i-did-not-mean-to]

For Queen and Country

Well, here goes another one for AU-gust. This time for @jaz-the-bard!

Suprise, surprise...It's the Gondolin OT3 <3

AU Prompt: Fairytale AU

Dialogue Prompt: I don't know how to repay you...

Words: 931

Characters: Maeglin x Tuor x Idril

Warnings: A dangerous promise, a swoon, a quasi-abduction?

English is a foreign language to me, very relevant in this instance, please excuse me if this is all wrong. I've tried!

“Hail, son of Gondolin,” Tuor cried aloud when he finally caught sight of his quarry. “I am come to deliver thee.”

The wretched creature leaning against a dead tree lifted a weary gaze to the young knight striding towards him confidently.

“Who are you?” Suspicion and unexpected belligerence glinted in the dark eyes whose frankness startled and discomfited Tuor.

“Thy kinswoman, the Lady Idril, Princess of Gondolin the Fair, sends me,” Tuor replied frankly, holding aloft the token of favour that noble dame had consigned to his care.

Scoffing, the staggering stranger—lithe and enchantingly delicate in appearance—gave a dismissive wave of his fine-boned hand and collapsed in a sudden swoon.

Upon arriving in a hidden kingdom—led by strange and otherworldly forces—Tuor had promptly been introduced to the most magical of beings to have graced his life yet—Princess Idril. Fair as a clear summer sky and wise as the rivers and oceans that had led him thence, the young woman had ultimately entrusted him with a secret quest that was evidently dear to her very own heart.

Indeed, her beloved kinsman had failed to return to the palace’s safety and her respectful care, and she was much aggrieved.

“He may have been injured,” she had said with a mournful mien but dry eyes. “To put my mind at ease, I’d beg thee to seek my cousin in the wild lands yonder and restore him to his rightful place at my side.”

Eager to be of service to one so lovely, Tuor had promptly taken the necessary steps to ready himself thoroughly for his imminent departure—for he knew not what perils or enemies he might encounter—when the young princess slipped into the chamber he had been graciously allotted by the goodwill of the king, her father.

Even though she had treated him like a cherished and trusted friend from the very beginning, Tuor had been startled and discomfited by this renewed display of intimacy—he had only just made her acquaintance, and he had not been able to fathom why she’d incur the danger of ruining her reputation and drawing her father’s wrath by coming to a man’s chamber unchaperoned.

“Forgive my intrusion,” she had whispered in an enchantingly low, thrumming voice. “If thou wouldst dare this feat and succeed, my hand shall be thine.”

Bowing low over those pale, slender digits, Tuor had made a polite remark about how honourable and admirable one must account the love she bore her erring cousin and accounted himself a fool for not finding a better turn of phrase to express his befuddled, confused thoughts.

Now, as he regarded the self-same kinsman with unadulterated appreciation and amazement, he no longer considered Princess Idril the most selfless and charitable of ladies for evidently no soul—independently of its quality—could have suffered the loss of a being so precious and charming.

“Where do you take me?” Maeglin cried as soon as his heavy lids fluttered open once more to behold the foreboding forest surrounding his uncle’s secret city. “Unhand me anon, fiend!”

Dutifully explaining his mission and his solemn promise of service and duty to the princess in more detail, Tuor believed that he’d finally get the gratitude that was due to him. Surely, he thought, this fey prince would thank him for braving the bleak wilderness and the roaming enemies to carry him home.

“Do not trust the Princess,” Maeglin hissed instead, his beautiful eyes alight with ire. “What corrupting phantasm did she pledge to you?”

Abashed, Tuor confessed, his words halting on account of his tongue being heavy with apprehension now. Just as he had suspected that he had indeed been bespelled by the beautiful lady, he presently felt enchanted by her enraged cousin.

As he looked upon that bewitching face thoughtfully, a sudden change came over the frail-looking young man in his arms—those dark, unfathomable eyes grew soft and appealing, and his hitherto raucous voice turned into warm honey, dripping like poison into Tuor’s ringing ears.

“I shall plight thee my troth,” Maeglin purred seductively, his expressive eyes turning into wells of earnest pleading and corrupting closeness. “Swear thou only that thou wouldst not bid me return to Gondolin to be condemned as a villain and a traitor.”

Slowing his steps, Tuor gave this new opportunity some thought—in truth, a fantastical, mad inspiration had overcome him, and he had started to dream that he might wed both of them for he could not bear to lose either one’s favour.

“My name is Tuor, son of Huor,” he said slowly, “and I live to serve.”

A sly expression flashed across Maeglin’s handsome face that shone with a mysterious light in the becharming chiaroscuro of the dense canopy.

“If thou wouldst not desist, at least delay!” Maeglin pleaded softly, placing a strong but svelte hand on Tuor’s broad chest. “I am Maeglin, and I would call thee my friend.”

The change of tone and the bewildering intimacy between them halted Tuor completely.

“So be it,” he finally declared in a voice that had grown raspy with emotion. “Come the morn, we shall make for Gondolin, and I shall speak on thy behalf to thy uncle, the king, and thy esteemed cousin.”

“I don’t know how to repay thee,” Maeglin purred in deceiving accents of obedience and surrender.

“Be true to thy word,” Tuor replied sternly, thus betraying that he was more aware of the guiles and deceptions of the fair and the powerful than Maeglin might have thought. “And I shall be true to mine.”

@fellowshipofthefics: Here's the first for this month!!!

Thank you, @jaz-the-bard for giving me th opportunity to write them again!

#og post #FOTFICS AU-gust #fotfics august challenge #Gondolin OT3 #Maeglin x Tuor x Idril #Fairytale AU #I don't know how to repay you #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt

[birthdaycakeplate]

I saw the art you drew for your birthday (though I couldn’t find the uncensored one on twitter do you have a link please?) and I am LOSING MY SHIT OVER MEGATRON and him just…fucking materializing in the doorway ominously and saying hello sweetspark in a tone I can just HEAR makes you think he’s about to kill someone. Like when he asked Sumdac if he was enjoying his new “”chair.”” Both Megs and Blitz are so fucking bad at not acting scary it’s so fucking funny shhdnfnfnfmd

That was the entire vibe of Megatron’s menacing aura. You just totally understand me anon, holy SHIT 🥹🐛💖😭💕✨

LIKE, THAT WAS EXACTLY HIS TONE OF VOICE dhhfjhj YOU FUCKING GET ME DHHHJKK (I haven’t slept, don’t mind this response being everywhere right now, sorry 🙃)

He might as well have said ‘say your prays, Autobot’ and he sort of did, but it was entirely meant to make his mate swoon. It came from a place of dearest affection. I mean Megan is the hopeless romantic type, just War Frame ™ edition

These two skyscraper sized men who want to swaddle their new civil bot boyfriends in loving and kissing, but it requires a sort of docility that they DONT possess is my everything fjkhkhjjj. They have to horrify the little mechs every few seconds of the cycle instead (in a good way of course, bc let’s not pretend Optimus and Bee wouldn’t be with them still, if they hadn’t learned to love how terrifying war mechs can be, and are way too into their scary factor)

((Also thank you for this awesome message))

Anyways, I hate to be a billion layers of stupid, but I am notoriously BAAAAAD with all things digital. I’ve only got a phone to use for all my stuff. SO 👁️👁️

I have this direct link to that page below, but I had to copy it and paste it into a url. I’m so sorry, you deserve better D,: (but feel free to message me again in some way if that doesn’t work and you still want to find my Twitter!! I’m @BirthdayPlating on there)

https://x.com/birthdayplating/status/1731121761868001775?s=46&t=M2hOQR7Y6U_sZQ90hO4l6A

#ask

[astarionposting]

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all your lovely screenshots and overall artistic contribution because you've got such an eye for this, gods *swoons*... Now, while I'm totally in love with Freya/Frey, Lilith (and they're my beloveds lol like every time i see them, how R U NOT ROMANCEABLE AND ACTUALLY IN-GAME??)) but will there be any like mods-listing post about Malenia or genuinely more content on her or is that something to be expected on the Gale blog? .3.

Thank you so much! I’m so soooo happy that you really like them :)

I do plan on doing a mod list for Malenia (I just need to ‘polish’ her up—as in, I need to make some changes before I’m fully satisfied with her design) and more content, but since I am romancing Gale with her, I’ll probably post more content of her on there, but for any mods and random little things, it will be posted on here instead since this is my ‘main’ blog, and not just astarion (even though that is my name, I just don’t wanna change I’m too attached 😭)

I need to get back to posting some Astarion stuff tonight, but then I also have some ideas for Frey and Malenia/Lillith that I’ll try to work on as well and hopefully get posted in a few hours. I would expect a mod list for Malenia by then too since I don’t need to change her much.

Thank you again, anon! I’m always nervous posting content about my ocs because I get in my head and think “no one actually cares” or that it is “annoying”, so it comforts me to know that there are people who care and enjoy my content for them 🥹🥹🥰

#༊*·˚ my asks

[askthedoa]

I... Still can't think of good pickup lines again, but I'm bored. So bored. Idk guys , have increasingly worse platonic flirting lines ... Eventually I'll make one of you swoon again or something, probably

Hey Nikolai

Y'know, you've really raised my standards of people; everyone else seems so boring and bland now, I haven't seen anyone that could compare to you

Hey Fyodor

If I could hear your voice at any point in my day, I'd give up my podcasts because your voice is so much better; simply music to my ears

Hey Sigma

I quite enjoy watching the sunset, it's a shame it takes up such a small part of the day. However, your eyes are just as beautiful to me, mind if I watch them for a few hours?

Ok uuhh I can't think of any for Bram, sorry Bram- love you but it's weirdly hard to think of lines for you in general-

(I don't think these make much sense but that's fine, I wrote these in less than 5 minutes each because I just want something to do lmao)

-your favorite pickup line anon

Nikolai- ehehe exactly! Nobody understands how to be exciting anymore, you get me<3

Fyodor- I am flattered at your attempt to please me, good job.

Sigma-oh! That's a very good line. Though surely eye contact for that long is awkward...but I'm thinking too much into it! Thank you for the compliment.

Bram- Do not fear, your simple praise is enough.

#Oh dear we're a year late to this post!!! (I'll go now) #But ah sorry sorry I completely forgot to answer this #I'm sure inspiration will strike soon if you even care anymore! #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd ask #bsd asks #nikolai answers #sigma answers #fyodor answers #bram answers

[motorcyclebucket]

*screaming* i keep opening messages instead of opening the inbox

Anyways, I have an idea based off of what I do all the time! Ok, so what if the captain reader goes long periods of time between hair cuts. And, like, maybe they were friends w engineer mark since they were children (and maybe their already a couple *wink wink*) and he knows to expect the reader to cut their hair soon. SO, eventually they do, and while all the other crew members reeling, mark's just like 'looks good, cap' and their like 'thanks :D' and kiss him on the cheek or something? and thus, everyone knows that their dating?? :D

I am very fond of friends to lovers, can you tell?? :D

-dragon anon

(i can tell and i love friends to lovers too) 

Pre established relationship!! Woo!!! 

Words: 587

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Mark could hardly believe it was you when you stepped foot onto the ship. You hadn't changed too much, you were definitely taller than when you both were kids, and you had let your hair grow out significantly, reaching just past the back of your shoulders. You had definitely gained some muscle too.

To say you had aged poorly would be the biggest lie he’d ever heard.

When you had told him you would be captaining a ship and didn't know if you would be able to talk to him as often, he only thought it was coincidental that his ship would be getting a captain too. Yeah, he hoped it would be you, but he never expected it to actually be you.

“Welcome to the ship, Capta- (Y/n)? Wait, is it really you?” he asked, stepping closer. You grinned, pulling him into a hug once he got close enough. “Surprise! How’s the best Boyfriend and head engineer doing?” you said, Mark’s face heating up at the compliment. “L-let’s continue on with a t-tour of the ship, yeah?” He said as you released him, chuckling in your success to fluster him. Grabbing his hand, you nodded. “Lead the way!”

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A few weeks had passed since you had gotten to the ship. As usual, even though you found it strange, the crew watched as you walked by, some in awe, some in respect. While usually it would have been just for being the captain that people swooned for (For some odd reason), today was a bit different.

You had cut your hair.

Not too short, it was still long enough to style in almost any way you wished, but it was short enough you could tell you had cut it. As you walked along the ship to check in on the crew and make sure everything was running smoothly. As the crew passed you, they stopped and watched as you walked by, waving and complimenting your haircut as you did.

“Hey, Cap’n! Nice cut-” 

You ducked as Gunther went to smack the back of your head, turning around and walking backwards as he swiped his hand down and snapped his fingers in mock frustration, walking away still smiling. “Sorry, Gunther! You’ll have to try harder than that to get ol’ Cap-”

You fell backwards as you tripped over your own feet, only to be caught by a passing by Mark. You looked up, meeting his gaze. “Well hey there, pretty man,” you said, Mark helping you stand back up. 

“You cut your hair! It looks nice,” He smiled, you doing the same in return. “Aw, thanks babe,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, his smile widening slightly.

“D-did you just kiss Mark on the cheek?!”

You looked over, Celci standing in the doorway as the two of you stood in place in the hallway. Mark moved his hands to cover his face, you looking at her confused. “Why wouldn't I? He’s my boyfriend so-”

“You’re dating Mark?!”

Mark groaned as you furrowed your brows, still confused. “Yeah? I thought everyone already knew that? We’ve been dating since before i was captain-” Your hand was grabbed suddenly as Mark spoke quickly before walking off. “Well, this was a nice chat? C’mon captain, i need you to uh, check the uh, hallway- window- yeah, the hallway window. See you later Celci bye-”

You walked behind Mark, still slightly confused, but not caring too much. As long as Mark was by your side, you couldn't be happier.

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Sorry if its a bit short!

#🐲 anon! #iswm #x reader #iswm x reader #head engineer mark x reader

[nic-214]

apple pie hehehe

Hi anon I see you read my pinned post 😂! I assume you're a different one than before lol okay let's see... hmm... Let's go with a fandom one here since I assume that's what you came for lol

Um ooh since it's John Lennon's birthday let's go with something Reader and John Lennon Related!

It was a nice autumn day when Y/N decided to try and make a nice pie for their boyfriend, John Lennon. Yes thee John Lennon from the Beatles. You somehow managed to swoon the "tough bad boy" into being your boyfriend.

And it's his birthday too, it's the least you can do for your cutie pie, Johnny. You sigh dreamily as you gather the ingredients out to make a lovely pie. Nothing fancy and nothing really homemade either. You grab a pie tin from the cabinet choosing the red one, and grab out the canned pie crust from the fridge. You're interrupted by the door opening and closing, well John just figured out his surprise,

"A pie, baby?" He grins those intelligent eyes shine at you as he kisses your cheek,

"Well it was meant to be a surprise." Y/N sighs a bit sadly,

"Well," He squeezes your hands, "Let me help we can be a cute couple baking show!"

You laugh and kiss him, "Alright you've convinced me enough, Johnny let's make a pie together."

John's eyes light up, "Apple pie! My favorite!"

Y/N smiles heading over to the counter, "I know what my strong man likes." You tease

John looks so happy and wraps his arms around Y/N's back, "I love you so much, Y/N."

You smile and butter the dish, "Love you a lot."

John giggles, yes he giggles and helps you flatten the dough into the pie tin. It's a cute ceramic one you got from a flea market when you went with John on tour.

"John can you hand me the sugar?"

John hands you a bottle and you look at it, "Darling thats salt." He grabs another bottle, "That's baking soda."

John finally hands you the right bottle, "You really need your glasses, Johnnycakes." Y/N hums taking the sugar,

John laughs, "I'm a Lennon I don't need glasses."

You give him a look and he smiles shyly, "Yes dear I'll order in a new pair soon."

You smile and kiss his cheek, "Thank you! Now hand me the cinnamon."

He pauses then you pause staring at what he handed you, "That's taco seasoning."

"Oh..." John hands you the right seasoning,

You smile and giggle calling him your dork. You leave to use the bathroom and when you come back you notice something is off about the pie but can't place your finger on it. You glance at John who's fiddling with the radio not a care in the world.

You shake your head and add the cover of dough on top of the pie. You sprinkle cinnamon and sugar on top, John puts it in the oven for you and you start a timer.

You and John cuddle on the couch waiting for the timer to go off. He runs his hand down your side and pulls you closer, "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you."

Y/N blushes and smiles, "Oh John you're the most wonderful boyfriend."

"Well I added extra cinnamon to the pie... But I may have added something else by accident."

You roll your eyes holding back a giggle, "Of course Johnny."

"Sorry love.". John smiles nervously.

The timer goes off and you get up, "Well let's see how bad the pie is." You smile not mad.

John takes your hand and you two walk into the kitchen. You get the pie out and let it cool. It smells heavenly, nothing seems wrong. Y/N cuts a slice and plates it studying it for anything John could have added.

You two scoop a piece off with your forks clanking them together you both take a bite, "S-Spicy!' you cough out,

John agrees with a head nod, "Not too bad though."

You both look at each other and laugh. This is not how you expected to have the birthday pie go but it couldn't be better as the two of you laugh and sit on the floor enjoying the oddly spicy apple pie.

#the beatles #beatles #beatles fanfiction #beatles fic #john lennon x reader #x reader #requests #request #anon #nice anon #bestie #food tw #my writing #writers of tumblr #fanfiction

[dotster001]

hello! congratulations for 1.5k followers! 🎉🎈❤️ it's amazing to see how far you've come, this is a huge milestone! you're a really wonderful writer and i thank you for all content you've wrote!! i hope the best for you and your blog, congrats once again! if it's alright though, may i ask for a type one, romantic matchup for Ensemble Stars? you're free though to ignore this if you want, no pressure whatsoever!

my pronouns are she/her and my sexuality is straight. (although i am currently questioning if i'm demisexual) also, my mbti is infj and zodiac sign is cancer. personality wise, i'm quite reserved and shy. i struggle with social situations, so i tend to mostly be quiet. but when i do interact with people, i'm usually polite and helpful. however, i'm really private, so it takes a while for me to open up. but once i do, i'm more playful, bubbly, snarky. i'll dote on my friends, but i'll also tease them when i'm in the mood.

my strengths are empathy, kindness, and diligence. my friends and family say it's easier for me to absorb emotions, which i use to give comfort and advice to others. they also say i'm hardworking, since i push myself to do my best in my work. but my weaknesses are overthinking, perfectionism, and a bit of a pushover. i have a bad habit of overanalyzing things, along with being a huge perfectionist. i also i find it hard to stand up for myself as i don't like conflict, so it sometimes ends up with me martyring.

my hobbies are reading, playing games, listening to music, and writing. and for my interests, it's musicals, visual novels, books, fandoms, and a little bit of psychology.

i'm really sorry if this was really long, please excuse me. but thank you and congratulations once again! take care and stay safe <3

Event Closed

(okay, since the event was so long ago, what I'm gonna do when I post a matchup is wait twenty four hours before I post anything else (including asks and theories) so that esp the anons see them hopefully. Again, thank you all for your patience, you have no idea how grateful I am 💙)

I match you with Adonis Otogari.

First off, I feel like your shyness would go well with his less communicative nature. In other words, he's not going to push you to open up with himself and others until you are really ready. He wants you to feel safe and secure. That's his highest priority! That said, when you do get comfortable, he really enjoys watching your bubbly, playful, expressive self.

Speaking of protecting you, he's big on making sure you don't become a pushover, especially in situations where he knows you won't be happy. He's always ready to protect others, but with you the drive is so much stronger!!! He'll speak up for you when you won't, and will also push you to take care of yourself! One time you forgot to eat, and he handed you a plate full of barbeque chicken.

You two have such a soft romance, cause he's a soft guy. Quietly sitting next to eachother doing your own things, but holding each other's hands, him resting standing behind you and resting his head on top of yours, making eachother lunches, and leaving each other notes in said lunches. Ah! So sweet!

You like musicals? He likes to perform for those he loves! He'll serenade you for hours with your favorite theatre love songs. All you have to do is ask, and his dulcit tones are all yours. He's nicknamed you his "angel of music"…swoon!

Adonis had been rehearsing for hours with the other members of Undead. Because of Rei's late night schedules, he was pretty sure everyone was asleep except for Undead. But he was getting thirsty and had run out of his water hours ago.

The door opened to the practice room, the white light of the hallway flooding into the room, and you entered, holding a water bottle.

"Hey love," you said, "I figured you'd be out of water by now. Also, I brought you a bagged dinner!"

You handed both of them to him, and he couldn't help the warm smile on his face. He gave you a soft, warm hug.

"You should be asleep, angel," he said.

"Couldn't sleep without you," you said with a pout.

"Well, if you promise to go to bed right after, you can stay."

You vigorously nodded, seating yourself in a corner.

It was another two hours before he finished, and when he looked over at you, you had fallen asleep. The other members of Undead grinned when he scooped you up and carried you off to bed.

He tucked you in, pressed a kiss to your temple, and snuggled in next to you. You were so good for him, angel. Then again, you were so good for eachother.

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2 (honestly, I don’t need a nickname because 1) I’d get confused and 2) I’ve become attached to the title ha ha. I just wish I was clever enough to have started with a nickname 😉).

It’s why I said never say never on my last Emmanuel and the kids story. I’m sure as I go I’ll write more pieces that are with the kids either together or individually. As always, I’m open to prompts if there is something specific anyone wants to see.

Anyways, this piece is a little different from me so I hope you all enjoy it. It’s inspired by how I just can’t get over them holding hands all the time. (I just swoon…)

She loves his hands. She loves a lot of things about him - the colour of his eyes, the warmth of his smile, the way his voice changes when he gets excited about something, the way he loves their family, his kindness, his intelligence, his hair when it’s at its messiest first thing in the morning, the way his three day stubble feels against her skin when he kisses her on the weekends (not the full beard though, that hurt too much and had to go) - but the thing she loves most are his hands. How soft they are when they squeeze her knee, how warm they are when they rest against her back, how perfectly they encase hers when they hold hands.

She loves when he holds her hand when they’re walking, whether it be side by side in their gardens, stopping every so often to literally stop and smell the roses, or side by side down a red carpet. She loves how he always seems to know just when she needs a little extra support, grabbing her hand when she’s the most nervous at an event, or before a speech, or during a photo. She loves how they steady her down a flight of stairs or in moments of shared grief and sorrow. She loves the feeling they leave, long after they’ve moved on, the warmth, the tingling sensation that lingers like a brand, marking her as his, on her lower back, her side, her shoulders, her stomach.

They were sitting side by side in his office, needing to just be together even if they both had to work. He was flipping though a file laying in his lap as he sat in the comfy arm chair, she was in the chair next to him reviewing a file of her own in advance of the next fondation hôpitaux meeting when she felt his hand brush against hers, one of his subtle signs he wanted to hold her hand. Smiling, she flipped her hand upwards for him to grab, her stomach getting full of butterflies when she felt his fingers absentmindedly, automatically entertains with hers.

Shaking her head a little in disbelief she asked aloud a question that had often run through her head, "how is it after so many years you still make me feel like a teenager holding hands with her crush for the first time?"

He looked up from his file at that, and turned to her, a matching smile on his face. "I don’t know," he answered sincerely, squeezing her hand gently, his wordless signal for her to go on.

"I can’t describe it. It’s just," she paused, looking for the words. "Sometimes, when you grab my hand, I feel instantly calm, as if whatever pit was forming in my stomach has disappeared, or what was weighing on my shoulders has evaporated. Other times, it warms me all over, makes me feel safe, loved, cherished. And then, like right now, you intertwine your fingers with mine and suddenly these butterflies gather and all I want to do is giggle like a school girl."

"You know what I feel when you hold my hand?"

"What?"

"Whole. It’s like there’s a part of me that’s missing, like a phantom limb, when you’re beside me and we’re not connected in someway. And then I feel your hand in mine, or at my elbow, or on my back and I breath a little easier because I think ‘there she is. There’s that piece of me that was missing, back in place.’"

"That’s beautiful," she whispered, once again more than a little overwhelmed by the depth of his love.

"You’re beautiful," he replied, sincerely, "so very beautiful inside and out. I am so grateful, and so thankful, for each and every day where you are by my side, loving me, holding my hand."

"I’ll never let go,” she vowed, pulling the hand she was holding up to her lips, pressing a quick, but meaningful kiss to the back of his hand.

Helloooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Even without a nickname, you are special to us ❤️

What a beautiful piece you wrote once again 😍 I feel you, I totally love seeing the hand holding and the little touches 🤧🥰

The way you portrayed Brigitte and Emmanuel’s feeling of the hand touch... what it means to them... so beautiful, so tender and soft and must of all, with so much love! 🥺😍🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

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