#and i figured i'd actually write it down somewhere >w>

[dramatisperscnae]

Headcanon - Dick Grayson

I've been noticing in various threads the different levels of contact and comfort Dick has with different people.

Dick is a very tactile man. He's a cuddler by nature. Loves to snuggle. If he likes you, he will invade your space [pending your comfort level; looking at you, Bruce] with casual touches or hugs or leaning over your shoulder or whatever else. The more comfortable he is with you, the more familiar the touches get.

That said, when it comes to accepting touch the rules are...a little different. Dick is far freer with initiating contact than he is the other way around, because if he's the one initiating then he can control how far it goes.

I have said this before, and I will keep saying it because it is important: Dick is a two-time rape survivor [even if he has trouble calling both instances what they are] and has been sexually harassed since basically puberty in one form or another. Several of his 'on-screen' kisses in canon have been without consent, he gets comments nigh-constantly about his body and appearance, and far more people seem more interested in him purely for his looks [or his connection to Bruce Wayne] than for him as a person.

This has resulted in a man who is demisexual and wary of being touched out of sheer self-defense. He does not even begin feeling attraction to someone until he feels secure around them. An easy way to tell if you fall into that category is if he leans against you. Until and unless Dick actually trusts someone enough not to take advantage of that kind of proximity, touch - especially touch not initiated by him - is generally limited to a hand on the shoulder or a brief nudge.

Family, of course, gets a pass; Dick trusts his family implicitly. The Titans, too - especially the four who he grew up with; Wally and Roy and Garth and Donna - he trusts without question. He knows them, he knows they would never take advantage of him or his trust. He'll probably always go still and tense up a bit for a fraction of a second if he's not expecting the touch - like if Tim or Donna hugs him from behind, for example - but it's very hard to notice because he'll immediately relax into it when he realizes who it is.

It is important to note that he was not always like this. Anyone who knew him when he was younger - and especially anyone who knew him before Nightwing, while he was still Robin - would have known a boy [or young man] who was absolutely free with touching and being touched. This is a change that is comparatively recent for him; it began after Mirage took advantage of him, but didn't become truly noticeable until after Catalina and the rooftop in Bludhaven.

[lucy90712]

Is it too late?- Pedri

WC: 3.2k

Pregnant. The two lines on the stick were staring back at me as I looked at them in disbelief. My mind couldn't decide whether to be happy or to have a breakdown so I just stood there emotionless until tears started coming down my face but I couldn't tell you if they were happy tears or not. Part of me is a little bit excited as Pedri and I have been together for a few years now and as much as we haven't spoken too much about having kids we both said we'd like to start a family of our own one day so why not let that day be now. The more I thought about it the more the anxiety faded as I know Pedri will be a great dad and as long as I have him I know we will figure it out together. 

Pedri's not home as he's playing so I have a bit of time to figure out how to tell him. I didn't go to the game as I've been so sick the last few days which is why I took the test in the first place. With it being late I don't have many options and time isn't on my side as it's already half time so I don't have too long until Pedri comes home. My first thought was to tell someone to get their help but I stopped myself as I want Pedri to be the first person to know that we are going to bring life into the world. I really want this moment to be special so after a lot of scrolling through Pinterest I decided to go for something relatively simple but cute at the same time. 

After the game I got everything set up and waited for Pedri downstairs with my surprise hidden waiting for him when he got home. The more time that passed the more nervous I got and I started to wonder if Pedri would be happy at all I mean his career is still taking off and he's always busy will he really want to be tied down by a child. When the door opened those thought went away for a second until I saw Pedri's face and I could tell something was wrong. For a moment I wondered if he somehow knew and wasn't happy but then I remembered that there is no way he could know as I hadn't told a soul yet. Knowing it wasn't that I was suddenly even more nervous than before as it means there's something else that's wrong. What if he's injured again that would just be soul crushing for the both of us.

"Is everything ok babe?" I asked 

"Everything's fine but there's something I need to tell you" he said 

"There's something I need to tell you too" I said nervously 

"Hopefully we are on the same page then because I think we should break up" he said like it was nothing 

"W-what" I questioned 

"I'm sorry y/n but nows just not the time for me to be in a relationship there's too much going on in my life and I don't want something always tying me down" he explained 

"Ok" is all I could reply 

"What were you going to say?" He asked 

"Don't worry about it it's not important now" I said 

"Ok well you can stay here for as long as you need I'm sorry things had to end this way" he said 

No other words left my mouth I just took myself off to our bedroom and locked the door to be alone with my thoughts. Only after I sat down did it really hit me he just broke up with me and I'm pregnant with his child. What do I do now? I have to tell him right but nows surely not the time there's too many emotions and I know Pedri will say we should get back together even though that's clearly not what he wants. Do I even keep the baby I mean can I do this on my own. 

After freaking out for a minute I decided to be sensible and write down all of my worries then figure each of them out. First I decided that I would tell Pedri just not tonight as he needs to know but it doesn't have to be right this second. Then I decided that I could do this myself I have a degree and a good job plus I never actually sold my apartment when I moved in with Pedri a few months ago so I have somewhere to live. The more I thought about it the less daunting it all became sure it will be a lot as pregnancy and becoming a single mother will be hard but I can do it. 

As I'd made my decisions I started to pack all of my things including what I'd made to tell Pedri I was pregnant because as much as it hurts to look at now I want to keep it for the memories a few years down the line. Pedri was nice enough to help me get all of my things in my car and even offered to take some things himself but I refused and I just came back for them after dropping off the first lot of things. By the time I had moved out fully it was the middle of the night and Pedri was in bed so I looked around his house one last time before leaving my keys on the side and getting in my car. On the drive to my apartment I did nothing but cry, all of the tears I had been holding in all came out at once like a river flowing down my face. The tears didn't stop either they continued all night until I physically had no more tears to cry. 

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Text message 

Hey Pedri there is something important I need you to know I know we aren't together anymore but can we meet to talk or at least call it's not something you should find out over text

Not delivered 

Instagram dm

Hey Pedri we really need to talk please text me 

Not delivered 

Snapchat 

Pedri please we need to talk 

Not delivered 

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Pedri's POV

"Where are we going?" Gavi asked as I drove us both to get lunch together 

"There's a cafe not far from here and it's really good so we are going there" I replied 

"Oh I know that one didn't you say that was y/n's favourite place" he said 

"Can we stop talking about y/n we've been broken up for nearly 7 months now" I said getting annoyed 

"Sorry it's just you mention her sometimes and I know Fermin said he saw her around here the other day" he said

"So she still lives here I thought she might go back home" I thought out loud 

"I thought we weren't talking about y/n" he said 

All I did was roll my eyes as I parked the car. He's not wrong though y/n is often on my mind and sometimes I still find myself bringing her up in conversation. It only took a few days before I regretted breaking up with her it was such an awful decision but once I'd done it I couldn't go back she always said once something was done it's done so I knew she'd never take me back. I blocked her on everything so that I wouldn't be reminded of her but that didn't help as my brain couldn't forget and still to this day when I see certain things or go certain places I am reminded of her. 

She was truly everything to me she was there for every good moment but also all of the bad ones. If I didn't have her I have no idea where I'd be now I wouldn't be as strong as I am mentally that's for sure she taught me so much and always encouraged me even on the hardest of days. Everyday I looked forward to coming home and seeing her either making dinner or sat reading a book which she used to love doing in fact I still have one book she gave me insisting I read it and sometimes I am tempted but I have yet to even turn a page on it. Letting her go was such a stupid decision I can't believe I ever thought she was holding me back let alone thinking about it for long enough to actually break up with her. I don't know what was wrong with me but I definitely regret it I don't think I'll ever find a girl like her again but honestly that's what I deserve for being such an idiot. 

Gavi and I went into the cafe and got our food before sitting down at a table in the corner so we were out the way and out of sight from the street and people already in the cafe. We were talking like normal about training until I noticed Gavi staring at something behind me. As I went to turn around to see what he was looking at he stopped me so I assumed it was a girl he liked or someone he didn't want to see. The longer he kept staring the more he looked like he really wanted to say something which had me thinking it wasn't just someone he didn't want to see. 

"What is going on?" I asked 

"Nothing" he replied bluntly 

"I know you are lying just tell me what's going on" I said 

"But you told me not to" he said 

"What the hell do you mean" I said 

"Y/n is stood over there with a friend I assume" he said 

"I don't care mate we can be in the same place I will survive" I quipped 

"It's not just that she looks pregnant well not just looks she has to be pregnant and quite far along too" he finally spat out 

There was nothing he could do to stop me turning around after that and he was right she was stood talking to a friend with a hand on her belly. She was definitely pregnant like about to pop pregnant. That's when the memories of the night we broke up came flooding back she said she had something to tell me but she never told me what it was. It really made me wonder if she was going to tell me she was pregnant because I can imagine after I broke up with her she wouldn't want to tell me and I blocked her afterwards so she'd have no way to reach out. Of course it's possible that she's not as far along as I think and she's with someone else now but I can't help but feel like that's not the case. 

Gavi tried to talk me out of the spiral I had got myself into but it was too late. How could someone forget about the fact that their ex is in the same place visibly pregnant with a baby that could be theirs. I have to know even if the baby is mine or not and if she wants nothing to do with me I would completely understand I just have to know. We did talk about having kids and we both said that we wanted to start a family together one day but what if that day is nearly here and I had no idea. Part of me was hoping it was my baby as I don't think I can handle the thought of her being with someone else that isn't me while I'm still hung up on her. 

Without really thinking I got up and made my way over to y/n Gavi tried to stop me but I didn't listen to him I continued to weave my way around the tables int he cafe until my eyes locked with y/n's. She looked at me and I looked at her before looking down at her bump which was a lot more obvious now even though she was clearly trying to hide it. The friend she was with left and I used that as my chance to make my way over and sit across from her. 

Your POV

Life is hard enough as it is at the moment with me being 8 months pregnant and doing everything alone the last thing I needed was to see Pedri especially as I was never able to contact him to tell him but there he was stood in front of me. Once my eyes caught his I couldn't look away. I watched as his eyes flitted to my bump which I tried my best to hide but at this point it's literally impossible. There was a few seconds where I was hoping he would think that I'd moved on and was with someone else so wouldn't bother me but as soon as he started walking in my direction I knew that the situation I had been dreading had finally occurred. It's finally time to face the music and tell Pedri everything or as much as he wants to hear as its a lot to take in all at once it took me a long time to accept the situation.

He sat down across from me and we just sat in silence for a while neither of us really knowing how to start this conversation. As Pedri was staring the baby started kicking like crazy it was like she knew her dad was sat across from me and was begging me to tell him. Feeling her kicks made me think about the time Pedri told me he'd love to have a daughter as there isn't many girls in his family and he wanted to spoil her rotten which now was all I could think about as I sat carrying the daughter he wanted. The only thing that could break the intense eye contact between the two of us was my phone vibrating in front us both reminding me of my doctors appointment this afternoon. 

"So how have you been?" Pedri asked finally breaking the silence 

"I've been ok busy with work what about you" I said 

"Yeah I've been ok just got back playing after a few injuries" he said 

"I'm sorry to be so straightforward but I have to know is the baby mine?" He asked 

"Yes the baby is yours I'm really sorry I didn't tell you I was going to tell you the night we broke up then when I tried to reach out but I couldn't I probably should've tried harder but there was a lot going through my mind" I explained 

"Its ok it's my fault that I didn't know I'm sorry I haven't been there to support you" he said 

"Let's not get too hung up on that I know you probably have a lot of questions so just go ahead and ask me anything" I said 

"How about we get out of here and go somewhere more private to talk about everything" he suggested 

I agreed it was best to go somewhere else and Pedri offered to drive us both to his as I didn't bring my car so that's what we did. Pedri was so sweet he helped me into his car after he realised how slow I walk now because of all the extra weight I'm carrying. When we arrived at his place he did his best to make me comfortable but there wasn't much he could do as at this point in pregnancy I'm always uncomfortable. He did get me some water and while he was gone I looked around his place. It hadn't changed at all since the last time I was here he still had all of the pictures of us up and the book I'd given him a while back was still sitting in the coffee table unread. It felt as though nothing had changed while I was sat there which weirdly made me smile. 

The last 7 months since the breakup have been chaotic but still most nights I think about Pedri and how things would be different if we hadn't broken up. I still miss Pedri because as much as he broke my heart I still think he's the love of my life and it's not easy to get over such strong feelings like that especially when you have a constant reminder of that person growing inside you. If I could turn back time and stop the break up I definitely would and honestly if Pedri wanted to get back together I wouldn't hesitate to say yes although I would definitely want to take things slow and work on our issues. 

"So how far along are you?" He asked giving me my water and sitting back down

"I'm 8 months now my due date is the middle of next month" I said 

"And did you find out the gender?" He asked 

"I did we're having a girl just like you said you wanted" I said 

"She's kicking right now if you want to feel" I said 

He nodded his head so I took hold of his hand and placed it on my bump right where I could feel the kicks. It could be the hormones talking but watching the way his eyes lit up and feeling his daughter kick and seeing the bright smile on his face nearly made me cry. The kicks got stronger the longer his hand was on my bump which was cute until they started to really hurt which made Pedri panic when I started to groan at the pain but I reassured him everything was ok. He rubbed his hand over my bump telling our little girl to settle down before taking his hand back off which again melted my heart. 

We still had a lot more discuss so I told him everything and I even gave him an ultrasound picture which I always keep on me. I could tell it was a lot for him to take in but he kept asking questions and listening to everything I said. I was worried that he would be really dismissive and want to pretend that we aren't in this situation and the baby isn't his but he actually seems to really care. After I answered all of his questions and showed him all of the millions of pictures and videos I had we again sat in silence not really knowing where to go next. 

"Do you want to get back together" Pedri suddenly blurted out 

"Sorry that was the wrong way to do that I know I hurt you and I'm really sorry I have regretted it every day since you are the one for me and I realise that now I understand if you don't want to but at least consider it" he said 

"I would love to get back together I have missed you everyday we've been apart but if we are going to give this another go we need to do it slowly and I think we should go to therapy to give our daughter the best environment to grow up in" I said

"I'll do anything you want me to if it means I can have you back" he said 

He leaned in to press a soft kiss to my lips which made me realise just how much I really have missed him and how glad I am to have him back. 

[solomons-poison]

The year is 2024 and I am currently sitting in my bedroom re-reading the Motonari Mouri piece you wrote for me for what seems like ages ago (It's been twelve days xD). First of all, I find it impressive how you were able to summarize the relationship in the game into the first paragraph OAO I'm already on someone else's route (whispers Kanetsugu Naoe :3) but reading that brought back all the memories of when I first played his route (you literally gave me an anime flashback lol).

My fav non dialogue line would have to be 'You tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips, but of course your sharp-eyed lover could see through it'. (Excellent use if micro expressions :D!) Which was then immediately followed by one of my fav dialogue lines ("What ideas do you have growin' in that flower garden of yours, huh?") It also made me laugh out loud because you got his vernacular down pat >w<!

Best moments in my opinion are when each person is showing care towards the other (reassurance/reaffirming boundaries and gratitude/offering an act of service in return). The bathing process was very interesting to digest (I was surprised to see mention of rice water but the more I think on it, the more it makes sense… if that makes sense XD?) Omg, the kiss scene swoons >A<~ Thank you again for writing this Tarren ;w; It was a beautifully intimae (and steamy) snapshot that I would fully believe you if you said it actually happened in a side story or limited event because it was so in character and your writing is more than on par with the OG writers of the game :'> hugs Hope 2024 brings you everything you want in life <3

Lynn I am SOBBING cause your feedback is always so incredibly sweet 😭😭

I am so glad you liked it!! I had to do some research about what people used in place of shampoo in ancient Japan and most resources cited camellia oil and rice water, which I found very interesting! But the reasoning behind it made sense, so I thought I'd incorporate it for a touch of realism lmao.

One of my favorite things to write is expressions, because a person's expression can say a lot about something. And Motonari can be really observant, especially when he's feeling nervous, so I feel like he'd be watching everything carefully out of instinct.

Haha I'm glad you liked the flower garden line. Since it's one of the things he says the most to MC, I figured I had to stick it in there somewhere. I do like Motonari a lot, he is a tough character to warm up to but I did enjoy his route a lot (and your prompt actually put me in the mood to read his route again, I'm currently halfway through!). But sometimes I feel a little shaky on his mannerisms and what he may like or dislike. But I knew touch was his biggest thing that he had difficulty with in his route (asides from general trust issues), so I wanted to give him something fluffy and reassuring.

I'm very happy that you enjoyed it, and thank you as always for your sweet words and taking the time to send me your thoughts about what I wrote, it means so much to me! May you have an amazing 2024 that brings you much good luck and joy!

[purrplegyuu]

Hello! Just wanted to say I love your blog. You inspired meto write my first fanfic ever, but i’m still not confident enough to post it on my acc. Can you please port it? I know it’s not pretty much your style (i can’t write smut yet 😭, makes me feel so weird lol), yet, i would like you to share it. If you don’t want to or if it makes you feel uncomfortable, don’t worry. Thank you so much ��

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Six years. It felt like a lifetime, yet a blink of an eye. Six years of sharing a bed, a life, a last name with Kang Taehyun. Six years of trying. Trying to melt the ice around his heart, trying to be the sunshine he didn't know he craved. But somewhere along the way, my sunshine had dimmed too.

I used to be a kaleidoscope of colors. Clumsy, goofy, my laughter echoing through our small apartment. Now, I was a faded watercolor painting, the vibrancy leached out by the constant winter surrounding me. Taehyun, my stoic, beautiful husband, hadn't meant to do this. His past, a locked vault he guarded fiercely, seeped into our present, chilling the air we breathed.

I tried, oh how I tried, to be his therapist, his cheerleader, his everything. But the weight of his unspoken pain pressed down on me, suffocating my own light. The resentment, a slow, insidious poison, began to cloud my love. "Does he even love me?" the question gnawed at me relentlessly.

Then, one quiet morning, the unthinkable happened. Tears streamed down Taehyun's face, a sight rarer than a summer snowfall, as he spoke. "Seori," his voice rough, a tremor barely contained, "you deserve sunshine. I can't be that for you. Let me go."

The world tilted on its axis. In that moment, the dam holding back my buried emotions burst. Didn't he see how much I loved him? But the words wouldn't come. All I could manage was a choked sob, a silent plea that went unanswered. He left with a final, lingering touch on my cheek, as cold as the goodbye hanging heavy in the air.

The year that followed was a blur of muted grays. The echo of his laughter in our favorite cafe, the scent of his cologne on his side of the bed, everything was a constant reminder of what I'd lost. The resentment had morphed into a crushing loneliness, and a terrible, terrifying truth clawed its way out from the depths of my despair: I did love him. I always had.

One crisp autumn afternoon, I found myself wandering the streets we used to walk hand-in-hand. A familiar figure rounded the corner, his face etched with the same melancholic beauty that had stolen my heart years ago. Taehyun. Time seemed to stand still as our eyes met. A kaleidoscope of emotions flickered across his face – surprise, regret, a flicker of something that might have been hope.

We stood there, a silent conversation passing between us. The years, the unspoken words, the pain, all hung in the air. Then, a single tear escaped his eye, tracing a glistening path down his cheek. It mirrored the tear that escaped mine.

In that shared vulnerability, a fragile bridge began to form. We didn't need grand gestures or apologies. All it took was the quiet ache of unspoken love, a love that had endured the harshest winter, to remind us that maybe, just maybe, we could rebuild our sunshine together. It wouldn't be easy. The past wouldn't disappear. But with each other, hand in trembling hand, we could start painting our own future, a future filled with the vibrant colors of love, trust, and the promise of a new beginning.

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Thanks!

(Can i be 🌚 or 🌝 anon?)

My god anonnie this is perfect! I don’t understand why wouldn’t you be confident on it? Of course I’m adding this to my blog. I write smut, but i think my style is actually angst, this kind of angsts.

You should really publish it on your own account, it’s amazing. Can i tag you? Or a nickname at least? This way i won’t feel like I’m stealing your art.

And of course you can be 🌚 anonnie, 🌝 is also available, tell me which are you choosing! Love ya, and don’t forget to tell me how do you want me to tag you or your nickname.

[fizz-and-groan]

Oh dear I'd love to hear more about James when you have the time 💕

HELLO I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING

And to start w, James wasn't actually made for kink stuff, he just works so well for it that when I fantasize abt stuff, he's my OC that gets involved the most. He's a typical rp oc (if anyone's interested in an rp or character interaction stuff, kink or otherwise, begging you on my knees to message me). Here's a picrew I made a while back. I've got more actual commissioned art of him but I don't want this getting back to the original artist. He's scruffier and fatter than this, though.

He's a cab driver from Tennessee that's worked really, really hard to be Just Some Guy. Worked as a truck driver early on but got caught w having a fake commercial driver's license. He genuinely likes people, likes talking w folks, and wants to help where he can, but is also really protective of the casual life he's built for himself and doesn't like it disrupted. Has a dog named Dianne that he loves. Loves teasing and fucking around w his friends in a big brother embarrassing you kinda way. Bisexualizes. Most of the time, I write him in either sci-fi, historical, or fantasy settings.

In the context of vore tho, James is absolutely a pred and eating people is a huge inconvenience for him. I feel like he's kinda gotten over the initial horror of eating people, but it still kinda freaks him out (even if it is so, so satisfying to be so full sometimes). He still hasn't figured out how to handle going from being ravenous to being fuller than he ever thought possible. I feel like most of his prey are customers who've gotten dropped off in quiet, out of the way spots, or folks who've given him a hard time. After swallowing them down, he's gotta stagger back to the cab, hope he pushed the seat back (he never does), and drive somewhere private to sleep the meal off for a few hours. Once they've settled down, he'll get back to work with his gut pushed up against his steering wheel. He's got a tendency to underestimate how long it takes for him to digest, leaving him to try and subtly rub his groaning, squirming gut while working. It doesn't help that eating someone gives him real bad gas. It's mostly belching, but all that air's gotta go somewhere.

He tries to play it off to others, though. If someone asks, he'll try to pass it off as a big meal, but if you know, he'll still try and be polite about it. Could really use with some after care, though.

I hope this helps!! It was so, so fun to write this. I've been considering getting into kink writing, or just coming up w more scenarios, so feel free to send something in!

[chris-continues]

Random ideas:

Mermaid knives? 👀

Escape room together with Nai?

Clothing shopping with Nai? Maybe make him try goofy stuff for fun :>

What color wax do u think Nai would use the most for wax seals? I have a wax seal kit and I thought I'd try makin something that would be atleast similar to what Nai would make

Do u think he would ride a motorcycle?

(Sorry if this is alot.....)

Omg I want to answer all of these time for a load of hcs heehehhehheheh

Random Knives HC’s

So I couldn’t come up w much for mermaid au, but escape room Knives will plague my mind since I’ve been to an escape room once and I loved it.

Escape room

-he’d think they’re overpriced and whatever but Vash knows he likes murder mystery stuff.. so he supposes he can indulge him 

-he actually gets kinda into it but tries to hide it LMAO

-Vash will take him again to like celebrate smth (like passing an important exam or getting an internship somewhere he was really looking forward to) and they take you with them

-you get into it too and Vash helps to keep track of clues while you guys solve it

-you’re on his mind even moreso after that- your excited face after you found a clue, or a new lead, or how you peered over his shoulder cautiously to see what puzzle he was solving.. god.

-yeah the pining continues

Clothing shopping

-Nai doesn’t like shopping for brand new things- having to start adulthood far too early in poverty meant that he had to find cheaper ways to access necessities. Such as clothes

-hence why knives loves thrifting. He’s a goodwill god, if I do say so myself

-imagine sifting through racks together and you find a goofy sweater for him. (You suggest he wears it and he scoffs- good naturedly, but with a bit of playful fire nonetheless).

-you find some cute things while he’s looking for whatever he needs- usually not much, however on occasion he needs more professional wear, or he’s looking for Vash

-I do think you’d mostly be sifting through clothes in minimal silence- he brings his headphones to listen to a podcast. You’re listening to the same one, he has excellent taste :)

-you brush forearms as you shop, shuffling beside one another awkwardly in the cramped area of the aisles, faces a bit flushed from your proximity

-guess what? The pining continues

-thrifting is something that brings you both comfort when not outside your home though. It’s a routine that happens in your relationship- when you’re both in a shopping mood, that is. In happenstance, if you feel like spending the day in and Knives has to run errands, he will definitely look for you more. This shirt reminds him of you, or those shoes. You’d like that.

Romantic letters

- @coffinbeananteiku (aka Sam) is the one that came up w/ the wax seal color hcs!

-she mentioned that Knives would overthink the color meanings and end up choosing either black or white (I’ve mentioned it once on my blog I think) but definitely give them a follow! I love her ideas a ton :D

-for my own thoughts? Knives loves the flow of writing in cursive. He almost never does on schoolwork, to make grading easier and neater, and he usually types anyways

-but his handwriting is elegant and direct in its own way, complimenting the utter devotion in his words as he writes to you. It’s easier for him to piece his thoughts out delicately onto the table before placing them onto the paper, sealing it once he’s read it 2-3 times (or more) and leaving it at your doorstep- as is routine for whenever he drops off letters.

Motorcycle?

-BWANAHAJAJAHAHAHAAH *cackles* no of course not/lh

-you think after he lost his only parental figure and his brother having lasting health conditions + the loss of an arm to a car accident, he’d be adamant on nothing as dangerous as a motorcycle

-you are in fact correct in that assumption

-Wolfwood rides a motorcycle though, Vash rides with him. And when Knives caught wind of the news, he was furious. How could Vash be so reckless?

-It’s weeks before Knives fully cools down, but it’s got a lasting effect on him. He needs alone time. For several days. He’s enraged.

-once he finally talks to Vash he’s biting his cheek roughly, hands grasping the arm of the couch tightly. “You do know it’s dangerous, correct?”

-“And I know you care-“

-“I do.”

-it’s a disagreement that Vash knows is plenty reasonable from his brother, and it never fully simmers.

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Oooo requests are open--

Can i maybe request Tsumugi, TToko and Gonta (separate) hcs with an artist s/o who likes to draw things of their likings?

Like bugs (such as butterflies, caterpillars and ladybugs bc oml), characters from Toko's books, Tsumugi's fav characters..

Ofc, if you are uncomfortable with any of those, feel free to ignore my ask/take the character out! Or even if you just don't feel like writing.

Thank you for reading ^_^

pssst...! your writings are amazing, keep up with the great work, and take good care of yourself <3

My requests have been open for days..... Did you get bored with playing with bestie? You would send em lots of asks about pregame stuff oof. The day you sent this in I wasn't feeling up to writing much at all, I felt sick again.

As per usual, since you requested more than one character, the headcanons will be shorter. No biggie right?

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Toko w/ S/O Who Draws Things They Like

- "You a-actually liked my book that much?" "Mhm! You describe you characters so well that I felt confident I could make fan-art for you."

- This is literally the first time she's ever received fan-art so she extremely flustered

- She might not say anything for a few minutes just looking at your art, eyes quickly scanning each part of the image

- "J-just because I l-like your art doesn't mean I'm g-going to let my guard down Y/N!" "Am I still allowed to make you fan-art?"

- You make her really happy whenever you draw for her but she isn't going to act all that grateful at the moment, she will say thank you and hang it up somewhere in her room though

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Tsumugi w/ S/O Who Draws Things They Like

- "You drew this for me?! Thank you!" "I know you said you really liked that character so I figured I'd try drawing them. I'm sorry if it's not accurate enough." "No, no, no! It's perfect really!"

- She's ecstatic, usually most people don't even want to talk to her about her interests so she appreciates the time you put into the artwork you made for her

- She'll go on about what she liked best about that character before saying sorry for getting carried away

- It doesn't matter what your skill level is, she will appreciate any gift that you make for her without any criticism, just pure praise

- She's going to hang it up somewhere she can see it everyday

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Gonta w/ S/O Who Draws Things They Like

- "Oh, Y/N drew this for Gonta? It's very nice." "Of course, I know just how much you love your bugs." "Thank you Y/N."

- Very pleased even if your art isn't all that good, he doesn't understand art all that much to begin with

- Probably tried to draw something you liked as a real "thank you"

- He broke a lot of pencil before he was finished....but you didn't mind, his drawing was cute anyways

- He probably show the drawing to the bug you drew, he likes talking to them

[choptop-sawyer]

Hi again 😎💫 im here to dig at ur brain again bcs i. M. Aaa sorry i just love ur stuff but. I have this kinda rly specific storyline type hc area and I'd love to hear any hcs you might get from it if its at all jr thing. But um I keep sometimes thinking back to the idea of kinda, vaguely growing up in the same area as the Sawyers, being childhood friends (and being stupid 2gether, running arount the countryside, ditching school & playing in corn fields) -

But then having to leave in your late teens to school / whatever (I mean 😎 my sappy ass also thinks abt mutual pining w Bobby but you know...... nearly unrelated.......)

Then, later on (Bobbys now Chop Top, Nubbins is..... dead I guess but also >:( maybe not, the family is up to being a mess etc) returning to town to take a break from work or whatever. N meeting up w the family again, i mean, oblivious to the bullshit they get up to but.... yk

This is a bit rambly i should probs have waited to sleep but I can't get the thought of returning to the Sawyer door wearing Bobbys tie dye sweatshirt that hr borrowed u years ago and all the impact of being a former family member bc u were also kind of an outsider or whatever but also the drama of leaving so uwu sksjd

This got so long. All i wanted to ask is: sawyer family headcanons for a childhood friend returning to town after being away for years. Rip.

THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS god I love the image too of just standing in the doorway,, you're not home, you've changed a little bit, but you still fit into some of the old aspects you know so well they fit you and cover you.

Actually this is great because that fic that I swear exists has pretty much the same premise but!!! I can make this one less tragic than that one. 😎

(This is mostly Chop Top n you centric please don't mind)

Also this timeline is all fucky. I think that as soon as Chop came home from Vietnam the Sawyers had basically uprooted themselves and were living in North Texas because of the... Hardesty incident. But like can we pretend that that never happened they r still there in Newt? Just for this. (Hope you like it!)

Chop Top's Childhood Friend Returns

You don't think you would have turned out the way you did without the Sawyers.

They were the main element of your childhood, a mystery that you had to be a part of. A mystery, because they were closed off. Mistrustful. The sickness of small towns carried to the extreme, because they were mostly alone. The loneliness made them more miserable, the misery made them more isolated. A cycle, a legacy.

So it was a a miracle that you were even allowed to be apart of some of it, but you attribute that miracle to Bobby.

He seemed to think you were as much of mystery as what you thought the Sawyers were. Two kids looking through a small window into another world. But he liked that. He liked that you were something different, something new. From beyond that small world of loneliness that lived in the house.

You learned quickly that he had a desire for anything beyond that world. So he'd invite you out with him, when you were kids, to run free in the tall grass, when you got older, to drive with him to places unknown. He had a knack for finding these odd places, and he always brought you along with the music cranked up loud on the radio.

Bobby told you many times that he wanted to see the world. He had this lust for life that went beyond the restlessness of the young. He also said that he wanted to bring you along with him when he saw the world. You didn't ever mention how that always made your heart skip a beat when he said that.

Maybe you should have. But the past is the past and you can't change that.

You knew the other Sawyers too, but Bobby tended to avoid them sometimes. But occasionally, you got to hang out with them.

Nubbins was an enigma. You didn't think Nubbins was his real name. But that's the only one you heard from him, but the name situation was the least confusing thing. He was the most open person you knew. And yet you couldn't understand him, and decided at some point that you wouldn't ever. But he was fun. His energy was infectious, if he was filled with joy, you couldn't help but laugh with him too. That was Nubbins, so absent of any purposeful deceit that he was almost a mirror, you saw yourself around him, sometimes it was uncomfortable, but other times it was fun.

Bubba was the opposite. He seemed to be legitimately wary of you. Bobby once told you that Bubba didn't like to leave the house, ever. He stayed and did the chores. You wondered if he minded, being stuck with all the chores but Bobby said he didn't. It was comforting for him. Always having something set to do. You only saw him once. Nubbins had made him tag along when he needed him to hang some things from a tree. Bones from indeterminate animals, a clock with a nail through it. You don't think Nubbins actually needed Bubba to reach the branches (he climbed pretty well) but he just wanted his little brother to see his work. Bubba didn't make eye contact with you the entire time. He was wholly focused on his task of helping Nubbins. But he was gentle when he helped his brother, careful, and for that you liked him.

Drayton was... well. He was the one Bobby argued with the most. He was his brother, but with how much age between the two, it was almost hard to believe sometimes. Drayton was the one that everybody in Newt knew the most. People liked him well enough, but they said he was odd behind his back. He knew that. You don't think he trusted anything outside the insular world he and his family had existed in for years, and was at odds with Bobby because he didn't get why Bobby wanted anything to do with the world outside.

Oftentimes you would see Bobby after he and Drayton got into it. He'd be fuming, but he'd smile when he saw you. You'd leave with him whenever he came to you. These adventures were the most fun you had when you were there.

The other times you'd go off were when he'd convince you to skip school. Bobby never went himself. He didn't get the idea of all those kids sitting in classrooms for hours, doing nothing but writing and listening. Why do that when you can find things out for yourself? Get into some trouble? In his mind, he was saving you from a very boring thing.

You two knew the area around Newt well. The fields and the flat expanses were the best kind of playground. Your dreams were still set in them. A kind of sunshine filled melancholy.

Bobby told you things in the grass. His dreams yes, but his own thoughts. On music, on late night radio, on movies, on you. He perhaps thought of you as wonderful as voices on the radio, stars on the screen. He never told you that though. But your name was never far from his mouth when Bobby talked about the things he loved.

You and him loved each other as much as two kids who didn't know how to could. He was always on your mind now, with not much tangible objects to remember him with. A photograph taken by Nubbins, your faces blurred because you were laughing. A button, the pin on the back bent. A sweatshirt, which he tie dyed himself, and gave to you one night. The colors were faded. You never did get to return it.

The years away did nothing to lessen thoughts of him. No, they just blurred all together now, and the stream of the sunshine filled melancholy was almost endless. You needed a break. There was only one place you could think of that could help you with that.

So you came back. All things led back to this place eventually. Newt was dying, or dead. Didn't you see somewhere that when a ship went down, it took everything with it? You didn't want to stay for long. But you had to see all of them, you had to know that they were all not these strange figures you had dreamt up.

You went right to the house. You'd never actually been allowed inside, Bobby just always said something along the lines of 'Grandma and Grandpa are napping upstairs' or 'there's a mess' (never mind that he could care less usually about messes.) But you figured he had had a good reason. Maybe he was embarrassed.

When you knocked on the door, your heart was pounding. And that was all. Nothing happened, no indication that anyone was there. You waited, the sweatshirt was too hot but you didn't want to take it off.

Maybe you should come back another time. You were just about to turn around and leave when the door burst open, almost whacking you in the face. And there (you couldn't believe your eyes you couldn't this was a dream) he was.

Bobby had a hammer raised over his head, grinning, he was poised to swing it down, but then he saw you and he felt as if he was in a dream too.

It's been so long. He thought he made you up, a dream to carry him through misery, and you looked the part, even as you stood before him on the doorway. The light of the setting sun shone behind you, heat waves shimmered in the dusk, and you... you.

Facing each other, you stood, just staring. Over head the sky grew colorful, in the fields the grass whispered in the wind. Nothing had changed. Everything had changed. Bobby dropped the hammer and grabbed for your face, and he held it, fingers digging in so tight it hurt.

"H-hey you." He said, and fell to his knees, releasing your face. You numbly touched the marks his fingers left. Bobby still looked like a man who had seen a ghost.

You called his name, and his eyes looked lost, like he hadn't heard it in a long time. He looked up at you, and you could really get a good look at him. His face was leaner, he looked sickly and wiry, but his eyes were just as you remembered. You sank down to the porch to sit with him.

"Fuck... FUCK I didn't... I- I thought ya'd forgotten all about me... uh.. uhm. Fuck! I mean, r-really! Turnin' up out of the blue like you're some kinda... ghost or whatever... WHOA man... like, ya here to return m-my, my sweatshirt? You're wearin' it, you can keep it! You look better in it anyway... heh, fuck." He rambled on and on, hands tensing and twitching as if they were moving to touch you again, just to reaffirm your existence. Did he know how glad you were to see him? Did he know that you hadn't felt right for the longest time being away?

You forgot all about the sweatshirt, the hammer he had raised with a sadistic grin. You reached out and held one of his twitching hands, and he stilled and stopped talking. There was a peace now.

It didn't seem possible for your heart to feel this full. But it was. And by god, if this wasn't the best decision you made in your life to visit your old hometown, if only just for this moment.

Bobby stood, with your hand still in his, pulling you up. He smiled at you, and you knew you still loved him, and in your deepest heart, you knew he loved you too.

But this time around, maybe you and him could love each other right.

[pastelpaperplanes]

I know you said he probably would not have them but I'd love to see your version of some parents for blitzwing.

I caved.

not me actually getting really attached to these two instead of just running w this ask for the fun of it. not me wantingCRYINGFOR these two to work in my AU hrnnggg 🙃👉👈 I will love them respectively from a distance

okay offshoot universe I guess where Blitzwing was the small and sassy seeker son of these two lads—his daddies loved him very much, but really neither know what they were doing despite Firstwatch being experienced, as well literally being a doctor—and being Papi being an absolute train wreck of a soldier, and further disaster of a guardian. We got the one who cleans the scuffs and scrapes, then the one who high-fives and gives a rating 1-10 after dive bombing into trouble; not really sure who was responsible for teaching MANNERS or anything but hey they did their best.

ehh as for personalities, let’s see (under the cut bc I have no self control and I adore them)

Papillon is master male manipulator who surprisingly ended up being bested at his own game of charm and witty one-liners when an old geezer (and sorry excuse for a flightframe) named Firstwatch found his way all to easily into his solitary heart with nothing much but some TLC, honest compliments, and patience.

Firstwatch was a simple aerial cargo hauler for the Uprising before a raid left him critically injured and later discharged from the aerial ranks. That unfortunate injury however left him spending a whole lot of time in the medbay where he later found his true calling as a combat medic. He routinely treated other shell-shocked soldiers, trigger-happy hotheads, and apparently one particular skinny little seeker who couldn’t possibly keep himself out of enough petty fights long enough to NOT sulk in for repairs just about everyday. Eh, ‘treated’ is a strong word—more often than not it was Firstwatch pleading after Papillon to properly clean his wounds before running off and further mangling himself with Firstwatch’s freshly stolen med patches. Those two found themselves dancing in circles for centuries trying to figure out their long-time-coming, but complicated feelings for one another before Papi made the first move.

Papillon is a mech of far too many abrasive and snippy words. He’s a bitch by label, and tramp by rumor—though one of which is true and you’d simply have to guess and hope to Primus that he’s had enough fun for the day to spare you some dignity at least. He’s a man eater and he LIKES THE BRAND >:3 But to Firstwatch though, Papi is none other than the most exhausting, nihilistic, difficult, but above all— devastatingly beautiful mecha he’s had the pleasure of meeting.

Papillon had heard all the classic pick up lines and sultry insinuations the world had to offer, but it was something in the way Firstwatch’s large hands slowly and gently released his own after rejecting his self-obligated, abrasive advances that Papi found himself knowing he found a good mech and wanted to become fully invested in wanting to learn to return Firstwatch’s feelings.

These two had a tentative, rocky start, a very happy and fulfilling middle, and uhhh a to-be-determined end >;) Blitzwing’s would have had some cool parents that’s for sure, but somewhere down the line in this offshoot he’d still end up shoving himself into the Triple Changer Procedure!

Again. I’m LOVING these two rn but sadly they are not Blitzwing’s Creators in my the canon CFau, only this specific offshoot ‘What if’ concept ;) still fun to design and write these romances though! I may do more in the future with these two but for now enjoy

[feifood]

may i pls have a hc for aone asking Futakuchi for advice on how to confess? I'd really love it if you would end it with a fluff ♥️ thank you so much. Btw, i always read your works and i think that they are so amazing. They never fail to put a smile on ny face hehe

hello hello anon !! Hope you are doing well -- ofc I’ll do this request for you I’m down for ANY kind of Aone content this man has my entire heart

ALSO thank you sm for your kind words <333 It’s so heartwarming whenever I read stuff like this, I’m so glad you enjoy my works as much as I enjoy writing them hehe

Aone w/ Futakushi as a wingman:

It’s a whole ordeal just getting Aone to admit about his crush to Futakuchi

Futakushi can tell there’s something wrong, he’s learned to work with Aone in a team sport already, so of course he’d be able to sense that the tall middle blocker was just acting a little off lately

Doesn’t take him long to realize that Aone acts off around you

Aone’s gaze lingers on you a little longer than what could be considered normal, he focuses why more when you talk, brings your name up a lot in the very limited conversations that the two guys share with each other

Futakuchi’s the one to bring this up of course

‘So ....... Y/N huh?’ 

Aone just acts clueless because he thought he was being so lowkey about his crush

Futakuchi eventually breaks it to Aone that he was being VERY obvious and that it was honestly weird that you haven’t figured it out yet

Aone doesn’t even need to ask for advice, Futakuchi’s just like ‘don’t worry buddy I’ll help you’ and Aone is just like ???? uh .... sure

Aone wasn’t even planning to confess to you because he just thought he’d never have a chance but Futakuchi’s there to push him past his comfort zone and really get out there

Eventually they settled on a little confession gift, something that Aone knows you’ve been keeping an eye on every time you walk past that one store on your way home.

He basically gets the present the very next day and then starts making this lil card for you basically just confessing

Futakuchi told him to actually hand it to you but Aone’s still working on the whole confrontational thing so he insists that he just put it somewhere he knows you’ll find it

And you do find it !! You see the gift and the note and your heart melts and you look at who signed it and ITS AONE THE LOVE OF OUR LIFE ADHFKJDHFHH AHHHHHHHHH

My bad lost myself there um -- so you find out it’s him yeah and just instant blush instantly flustered 

OBVIOUSLY YOU’RE GOING TO ACCEPT HIS CONFESSION BECAUSE LITERALLY WHO WOULDN’T

Aone’s still kind of in shock till this day every since you’ve expressed mutual feelings

And Futakuchi just walks around with the biggest ego because he was able to successfully set up his best friend with someone 

[eijispumpkin]

Okay this may be a dumb and vague question but idk the answer and I look up to u and your writing abilities and you probably can help. How do you start a writing scene?? I know what happens in the scene I'm writing I know the action and dialogue and all but how do you *start* it? It always feels awkward to write the beginning but there needs to be some sort of lead in, right? Everyone seems to do it differently but yours seem well done so I figured I'd ask - AnonymousNuisance/Butterfly

oh omg thank you for thinking mine are well done!!! and for looking up to me ;w; that’s so flattering, i am honored! thank you ♥

to tell you the truth, i actually also struggle a lot with how to write beginnings. i think it’s just so easy to meander and be boring and just... overdo it or underdo it, or whatever it may be. so actually, i tend to... not start with the exact beginning! especially if it’s a oneshot or a short piece. i just start somewhere in the middle. like, where the action starts, or the main juice of the hurt/comfort scene, or whatever it may be. 

then when i feel like ive gotten a good handle on that part and i know what it looks like and feels like, i go back and think, now how did these characters get here? what do i know about this scenario that the reader needs to know for it to make sense? and then that’s how i craft the beginning/intro. it also gets easier to establish where you wanna pick up a scene with practice!! 

one other trick i sometimes use is visualizing the scene as if it’s a movie. where would the movie scene start? would there be a slow pan in from a dramatic sunset down to a window and someone watching? would it jump right into someone slamming a plate down in anger? would we watch this person walk into their house, or would it start with them sitting on the sofa having just gotten home from work? that kind of thing. 

good luck to you in all of your writing endeavors!! i hope this helps!! <3

[pinkjeanist]

Hello!!! I'd like to request an imagine with Spinner, who has a s/o with a soft and quiet personality, but a badass during a fight (especially if he looks like he's cornered). I apologize for any mistakes! (Also, I love your writing. I've only read two stories so far, but I'm in love 😍). Thank you for your time!

already dead || spinner

a/n: i could have taken a lighter approach to this one, but my brain told me to write the reader as a whole ass murderer, so warnings for murder and blood. i havent written anything like this for bnha yet, but it was actually pretty entertaining, ngl. and thank you so much, im so glad you enjoy my work!!! im sorry if this one got too dark for your tastes, but at least i included some fluff at the beginning??? sorry again in advance!!!!! [masterlist and requests]

desc.: A fight with a rival villain group brings out a side in you Spinner had never seen before. 

w/c: 910

“Do you have that map Shigaraki gave us?” Spinner held out his hand, and you rushed to activate your quirk to release it from your palm. Spinner used to be one of the League members grossed out by the mechanisms of your quirk, but he’d long grown used to it in your time together. It was less weird when compared to how useful it could be; there really was no better way to smuggle and store valuables than within you. As gross as it sounded.

You handed him the map and let him look it over. You gazed out over the city, still breathing with life even in the lateness of the hour. It was rare that the two of you could spend time alone like this, even if he was about to embark on the heavy-lifting of the mission. Still, you slid wordlessly closer and held gently onto his arm. 

Spinner soon handed the map back to you, and you absorbed it back into your palm for safe-keeping. He stood but kept a careful hand on your shoulder as he overlooked the city, plotting. “Wait for me here, alright? If anything happens, you go and get Dabi or Compress or someone to help. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You frowned. “I…I can help.”

His hand cupped your cheek, and you pressed into his touch. “You don’t need to.” 

His snout bumped your forehead, and off he went. You sighed and trailed after him over the buildings not too long after. There was no harm in making sure he was alright, after all.

But in the end, it took all of ten minutes for Spinner to get backed into a corner.

He’d made sure to be as careful as possible when sneaking into the building, but they’d already knew he was coming. They’d chased him just a few blocks before they’d managed to trap him in an alleyway, the only exits being up or passed the onslaught of attackers, and his hands were too badly beaten to be used to scale the walls. It wouldn’t matter if he could use his quirk anyway; they’d just shoot him down.

Even if you had managed to keep up with him, there was no way you’d be able to get help in time. He should have given a better goodbye.

“Step away from him.” His head snapped forward at the familiar sound, and stared in disbelief as he saw you passed the crowd cornering him. You stood with empty hands and an empty expression. You were gonna get yourself killed-

“Who the hell are you?” There was a gun pointed at you now, the only thing keeping it from firing being the sudden mysterious aura around you, digging up intrigue, and Spinner briefly contemplated making a move while they were distracted. But with how badly he was beaten, there was no way he could make it to you in time. 

“I won’t tell you again.” He’d never heard you so confident, nor so utterly terrifying. They stepped closer to you, but you remained planted where you were. “Step away from him.”

All of their guns were on you, now, shouting taunts and jabs in your direction, but as you gazed over the mountain of them to meet his eye, Spinner knew you were unfazed. He’d never seen that look before, and yet, he somehow understood every emotion, every hidden meaning-

Some of the puzzle pieces seemed to start fitting when you reached your hand over your shoulder to the top of your spine, and began to unsheathe a sword from your body. No- a fucking katana.

Everything seemed to happen too fast for Spinner to comprehend. You absorbed their bullets as they began firing in panic, afraid to come anywhere near you, and you set yourself to taking them down one by one. You’d obviously mastered using your weapon and had no problem showcasing your skill, but how long had you been hiding this side of yourself? Just an hour ago, he was convinced you couldn’t kill if you tried. But all this time, you’d been a natural-born terminator. 

No wonder you’d wanted to join the League. You were playing with your food, killing all these men, and you were having fun. That murderous grin on your face couldn’t mean anything else. 

By the time you were done, you were caked in blood- none of which being your own- but you still slouched with how much the fight had taken out of you. Spinner knew excessive use of your quirk fogged your brain and wore you out, so when you finally pushed the bullets out of the various points in your body, you looked as if you were about to collapse. He limped as quick as possible to meet you when you fell to your knees. 

He wrapped his arms around you, and you let yourself fall into his chest with a sigh. “I alerted Shigaraki. Compress should be coming with a car soon enough.” 

“That’s the last thing on my mind…” He looked down at your figure, drenched in red and reeking of it, too, and wondered how he hadn’t been able to catch on to this side of you earlier. But he was too tired to wear himself down with such tedious thoughts. “…we’ll unpack all of this later.”

You hummed. Somewhere, police sirens were wailing, but you both knew that your ride would be there sooner. You just needed some damn sleep.

[bigskydreaming]

Two Qs, 1. How do I stop people from assuming I'm ableist n hate me for it if a character I Hate for TONS of petty+ serious reasons just happens to be a disabled character? Like if they were a brain in a jar with a mouthpiece I'd still not be in their vicinity without setting my head on fire it has nothing to do with their body or gender or skills etc. And 2. How do you post a fic w/o fear of some lurker stealing ideas n publishing it as a novel n becoming popular I mean... like CC exists......

Here’s the thing….there’s never ever going to be a person who manages to make it through life without being misconstrued on SOME subject. We have no control over what other people think about us, only on what we put out there for them to perceive and form opinions on. And sometimes those opinions are entirely contrary to what we feel we’re putting out there, and that sucks and can be aggravating as hell, and you might need to vent about that or groan to yourself or a friend or maybe it’ll make you bitter and petty on a subject, but at the end of the day - it doesn’t matter. You can’t ENSURE someone has the opinion about you and what you’re putting out there that you want them to have, and you just gotta find a way to be okay with that.

And there’s really no way around it, you just kinda gotta….figure out a way to make that happen. And its easier said than done, for sure, and its far from a sure thing, I bitch and moan constantly about people getting me wrong on various subjects because hoo boy do I seem to get a lot of people steamed about opinions I don’t actually have lolololol. So like I said, I get it, its frustrating as hell, when you’re absolutely sure the opinion they’re expressing of you is not based on something you’ve actually said or believe.

BUT.

But but but but but.

Before you go raring off to the races getting frustrated and fed up with a person because they seem just determined not to hear what you’re truly trying to say on a subject…..double check, triple check, make crystal fucking clear that you’ve reviewed what you’ve ACTUALLY said - not just what you think you said, not what you meant to say in your head, but rereading back to yourself what you ACTUALLY have said on the subject - and make 100% sure that they’re not picking up on something that YOU YOURSELF DIDN’T PICK UP ON WHEN EXPRESSING AN OPINION.

Because that happens. All the time. To all of us.

And just because we didn’t MEAN to put any ableism or racism or homophobia or sexism in there, that doesn’t mean that some didn’t slip in any way without our realizing not. We all grow up steeped in environments that are chock full of all those things and more, they inform and influence so many more of our opinions and choices and decisions than even we realize. And just because we don’t THINK of ourselves as being any of the above, doesn’t mean that we haven’t at any point expressed certain viewpoints or said certain things or performed certain actions…..that in and of themselves are ableist or racist or homophobic or sexist or transphobic or any of the above or more. 

And just because we didn’t notice it was there didn’t mean it wasn’t there, and THAT could be what they’re picking up on…..and while that one instance of harmful thinking/speech/action isn’t necessarily representative of who you are as a whole…..to someone who only knows you via certain limited interactions, that one instance is a far greater slice of the pie, so there’s no real reason for them NOT to assume that’s representative of you overall, rather than an exception that only slipped through the cracks because you didn’t realize it was there.

So if you genuinely, truly don’t believe you’re ableist in your thinking or opinions and thus don’t want anyone to assume that of you, the only way to really do that is NOT to assume that nothing you say or do is ableist because you know yourself and know that you’re not an ableist person.

Rather, the thing to do is each and every time someone accuses you of that, like….take the time to review what you ACTUALLY said or did that they’re responding to, and double check that its not actually ableist. Reaffirm if only to yourself that you stand by what you said or did and that you said or did it for the right reasons and not what they’re presuming. It really doesn’t cost you that much time or energy to do that check-up on yourself….and the end result is that it doesn’t mean that you’re going to be able to change that person’s mind about you - if you said what you meant to say originally, and after reviewing it still stand by it, chances are, they’re probably interpreting you the way they are for their own reasons, and there’s not much any of us can do about that. 

But at least you can be sure then that no matter what someone else thinks, YOU are comfortable with your reasons for feeling a certain way about certain characters or whomever…….and that ultimately is all that really matters. All that we have control over, and what we have to fall back on even when people are pissing us the hell off because they seem bound and determined to interpret us wrong - and truuuuuuust me, I mean it when I say I get that, lol.

But you gotta do the work. There’s no shorthand, not if you’re genuinely sincere about NOT wanting to be the thing that they think you’re being. None of us can unilaterally just….decide not to be ableist or something like similar, and TRUST that deciding not to be that thing ACTUALLY means that no ableist or similar thinking is ever going to sneak into our opinions or actions regardless. 

So ultimately, my best advice is just to remember to listen just as much as you pay attention to what you say and put out there….because no matter how certain you are of your own nature overall, that doesn’t mean that individual actions and speech can’t get away from you…..and it doesn’t hurt you to be open to being told you did or said something ableist even if unintentionally. Rather, if you genuinely don’t want to be ableist, its to your BENEFIT, to be told when you unintentionally put something ableist into something you said or did or wrote…..so that you can be aware, and thus make sure not to do the same thing again….since if you were already aware of its ableism, you would never have put it in or said it in the first place.

So I mean, I guess its just about…..trust in yourself when you truly believe you’re right, after re-checking your math or the equivalent….but just as important, don’t be afraid to be wrong, if your real priority isn’t being ‘right’ about not being what they think you are, but instead just being or BECOMING ‘better’ than they think you are.

2) As to your second question, just do it, Nike slogan or not. LOL. Sorry, but there is no real means of protecting your ideas because ideas can’t be copyrighted - that’s how someone like CC gets away with what she did. Similar advice to what I just said above…..just trust in your own ingenuity. Don’t focus so much on the importance of having singular ideas or stories that nobody else has anything like, because there’s nothing truly new under the sun….other than execution. Only the way YOU execute an idea and unfold it over the course of an entire story is ever going to be truly unique, because any single idea can be taken in any of a million different directions. And the more you allow your own creativity to be about more than just a single idea or premise you had, the more its going to become distinct as YOUR creativity, YOUR execution of your various ideas, no matter how many other people do stories of similar premises.

‘Real’ writers get ripped off all the time, and it sucks, but its never stopped any that I’ve ever met, because the thing about real writers is they don’t NEED to rip off anyone else’s ideas….because they’ve got more than just one. And anyone who can come up with an idea for a story in the first place, rather than just stealing someone else’s, can come up with a second one, and a third. I truly believe that. There’s no imagination that only has a one-story limit…..just people who lack so much imagination or faith in their own imagination they default to stealing others’ in the first place.

Trust in your own uniqueness as a person and have faith that will imbue your execution of any story idea with enough unique elements or flavor that it’ll still be distinctly yours even if someone else rips off the basic premise. Once you give yourself permission to just….not be afraid of someone ripping you off, because you know that EVEN IF that should happen, you’d be okay because you’d still have other ideas, more stories to write……I PROMISE you, the fear of someone lurking around and waiting to rip you off will vanish completely. It doesn’t mean that such a person won’t still be out there. It doesn’t mean that someone won’t still try and steal one of your ideas somewhere down the line. But it does mean that even if they do, it won’t matter….because unlike them, you’re more than just one single idea.

And if someone actually rips off your execution of an idea, ie plagiarizes your actual story? That’s a different matter, but there are recourses for that. I mean, the mere fact of being able to point to your story existing in some form before they ever brought out their ripped off version of yours means that at the very least, you can torpedo their credibility. The only way to truly LEGALLY be protected in case of actual plagiarism is to copyright something, and you can’t copyright a fanfic for instance, since you don’t own the intellectual property, and you can’t copyright your premise since as I said above, nobody can copyright an idea, so honestly, I really do say and believe you’re better off just….not worrying about it. If it happens, there are ways to address it then, but building it up as an inevitable or even a likely hypothetical usually just acts as a form of self-sabotage convincing us there’s one more reason not to put ourselves and our work out there.

And that is SO much more devastating to your career as a writer or even just a fanwriter, than someone potentially ripping off one story of yours…….because it means you never put ANY stories out there, just for the sake of protecting even just that hypothetical singular one.

[treasure7boys]

This Magic Moment || Park Jihoon

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Type: Fluff {Requested}

Word Count: N/A

Warning: Jihoon is just the sweetest 😭

Description: A night of crying turns out to be the best night of your life

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Another soft sob escaped your lips. The stress of school had finally cracked you and all your bottled up emotions finally spilled over. As you lied on your bed in the dark with your window open, you let your tears spill but tried to remain quiet so you wouldn't wake your parents.

Meanwhile, Jihoon and some of the other trainees were just arriving home from training. They chatted blandly due to their exhaustion as they changed out of their sweaty clothes. "Do you guys hear that?" Yoonbin questioned.

They fell quiet and were then vaguely able to hear your sobs. "It's that Y/N girl next door, right?" Jaehyuk questioned. He looked at Jihoon. "You're friends with her, right Hyung?

Jihoon nodded. "I'll call her," he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Your phone began vibrating at a steady pace, signalling a phone call. Checking the caller id, you saw it was Jihoon. Quickly, you sat up and began wiping your tears away. Pressing the answer button, you tried your best to calm down. "Jihoon," you answered. "Is something wrong?"

"We could hear you crying, Y/N. You don't need to hide it."

Of course, that only made you start crying all over again. Crying was funny like that. Whenever someone familiar appeared, it was like your crying only got worse. Maybe, just maybe, those were also tears of joy.

You sniffled, "It's just stress from school. No need to worry."

Jihoon sighed, only worrying more after you said that. "Hey, let me take you somewhere," he suddenly said.

Checking the clock, you saw it was just past midnight. "Where are we going at midnight?" You asked. "Can't you get in trouble."

"We'll be okay. Meet me by the stairwell in 10 minutes."

You didn't get to press him any further because he ended the call. Letting out a sigh, you set your phone down. Your pajamas probably wouldn't be the best outfit to wear out. Slowly, you pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, and then a denim jacket. Shoving your sock clad feet into your white Converse, you shoved a few things you thought you might need into your backpack purse. Checking the time on your phone, you saw that you needed to go.

Quietly, you snuck through the apartment and out the door, locking it behind you after sticking a note to the door. You'd be in totalt trouble of your parents caught you but at least they'd know you weren't kidnapped.

"Hey," you greeted Jihoon at the stairwell.

He saw your eyes were a bit swollen and your nose was a bit pink. Without saying anything, he pulled you into his arms, giving you a comforting hug. Neither of you said anything as you stood there embracing each other.

Eventually, he broke the hug. He smiled at you as he said, "Come on, let's go."

Grabbing your hand, he led the way down the stairs. He held your hand tightly as you two walked somewhere. You still had no idea what was going on and Jihoon still refused to give any details.

"What are we doing here?" You stared up at the YG building. "I don't think I should be here."

He shook his head. "It's fine, now hurry up."

Tugging at your hand, the two of you got into an elevator. He pressed a button, still not releasing your hand. The doors opened and you realized he was taking you to one of their practice rooms.

"Oh, hi, Y/N," Byunggon greeted with a sweet smile. His eyes trailed down to your guys' hands.

You smiled back. "Hi, Oppa," you greeted. You were somewhat close with the boys Jihoon had been training with for a while, especially Yedam.

"Come on," Jihoon whined, once again pulling you along with him.

As he went to open one of the doors, it opened from the other side. "Oh!" Hyunsuk exclaimed, surprised. His surprised expression was soon replaced by a happy one. "Hey, Y/N."

"Hi, Oppa," you smiled. Yedam jogged over and gave you a huge hug. You greeted the other boys as they exited the room. "Jihoon, what are we doing?"

He shut the door behind him. "I called in a little favor," he confessed, turning the lights off. The room was once again lit up by some twinkle lights hanging around the room.

You gasped softly, "Wow."

A victorious smile painted his face. "The guys did this, that's why they were in here. I told them you were upset and asked them for their help."

Your eyes twinkled. "It's beautiful, Jihoon. I cannot believe you guys did this for me."

"Wait, it gets better," he said. He went to unplug the lights, plugging in a lamp. When he turned the lamp on, the room looked as if you were outside looking at the stars. Once again, you were completely in awe. "Let's lay down."

Nodding, you lied down on the practice room floor and Jihoon lied down right next to you. The two of you stared up at the ceiling, feeling at peace with the world. "Sometimes I wish I was a star," you confessed softly. "They light up the dark and people are almost always happy when looking up at the stars. I want to be like a star and bring light during dark times and make people smile."

Jihoon turned his head, looking at your twinkling eyes as you stared up. He smiled, "Well, if that's the case, then you're my star, Y/N."

You blushed slightly. "W-what?"

He nodded as music began to play, figuring out that it was the other boys doing it. It sounded like Yedam or Junkyu's playlist. "You're my star, Y/N," he repeated. "When I'm sad, you always cheer me up. You were there for me when I left YG and you were there when I got back in. Whenever I see you, I can't help but smile. I'd say your wish is already a reality."

A smile immediately appeared on your face. Jihoon's words were probably the sweetest ones you had heard in your life. "Thanks, Jihoon," you said so softly that Jihoon even wondered if you spoke at all. "You're my star, too."

That made him smile even wider. You loved his smile. His smile was one of your favorite things on the planet. The song changed and "As The World Falls Down" by David Bowie began to play. Jihoon stood up and held his hand out to you. "May I have this dance?" He questioned.

Letting out a giggle, you placed your hand in his and he helped you up to your feet. He pulled you in close, causing your heart to beat faster. His hands fell on your hips and your own arms wrapped around his neck. You began slow dancing to the song.

As the song played and the two of you danced, Jihoon couldn't help but feel it was his perfect chance to confess his feelings. "Thanks for tonight, Jihoon. I was really upset earlier but tonight has been the best night I've had in ages," you confessed. He smiled down at you, glad he was able to cheer you up.

Once again, silence fell over you two. All you could think about was how romantic and intimate the whole situation felt. Thinking about Jihoon and you actually being a couple made your heart beat fast again. "I think I'm falling in love with you," Jihoon confessed in such a soft, hushed voice.

Looking up to make eye contact, you couldn't believe your ears. Was Jihoon some kind of mind reader? Your heart was pounding so violently that you could hear it in your ears. Without speaking a single word, you stood on your tip-toes and placed your lips on Jihoon's. He smiled into the innocent kiss, taking it as a good sign.

When you pulled away, Jihoon pulled you in closer and you rested your head on his chest. A content smile painted your face. Once the song ended, you pulled away. Checking the time, you realized you needed to get home. You voiced this to Jihoon and he agreed.

Shutting the lights off, the two of you left. Jihoon's phone began blowing up. "Who is that?" You questioned, worried he was in trouble.

He snickered. "Just Seunghun and them wondering how it went. I kind of planned on confessing to you tonight."

You grinned at the thought of him lying in bed at night trying to think about how to confess to you. "Well, I'm sure they'll be excited to hear the good news."

A smile tugged at his lips and he nodded, feeling as light as air. When you finally got back home, you kissed his cheek good night. He practically floated back home and found all the guys waiting anxiously to hear the news.

As you got into bed, you couldn't help but think about how the horrible night had turned into one you would never forget.

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A/N: Ah, sorry this request took me so long! I had so many ideas and I started writing all of them but none seemed to take. Anyway, this one finally came to mind last night and I just wrote it without questioning my writing skills. I hope it was good and I hope the requester is satisfied 😊 If not, I'll gladly write a different one 💕💕

[jojosthetic-boogaloo]

Hello honey! I'd like to request a matchup if you're not too busy! M, but I don't mind if you don't make a MoodBoard since I know it takes time❣ I'm an Italian girl, I have light brown hair and eyes, my skin is very pale (I get burnt easily during summer!) and I'm 5,5 ft tall. I love drawing and writing, one day I'd love to become either a writer or an animator! Regarding that, I also make small animations sometimes but I'm also very lazy, so I've never made a long one😂 (1/?)

Ahh, Scarlet!! How could I not make you a moodboard when my blog was made known thanks to you my dear! (;w;  ) I’m sorry I took time though, perks of being on finals week! (Don’t worry, I didn’t slack off on my studies!)

Now now, for your matchup, I had two flashes. The stronger one being a blatant, neon sign letter “JOSUKE” and another, a bit more subtle “Abbacchio tho” so! Here ya go sweet bun!

Josuke Higashikata!

He actually met you upon hearing a terrified squeal come from the treshold to the woods that were just about outside Morioh. Alarmed, he quickly set off to find whoever was in danger to help them. 

Imagine his confusion and surprise upon finding you, so early in the morning, with your legs now covered in dirt from falling down and a spider the size of half his palm sitting about half a meter away from you, at which you couldn’t peel your eyes off of, filled with terror.

When you took notice of his presence, he’d already gently rid of the spider, offering you a kind hand to get up. You were surprised to see such a handsome man offer you his help and even saving you from the dreadful spider. A small, first sight crush had nested inside your heart that day.

He asked what you were doing there, and when you answered sincerely that you just happened to be on a stroll and calmly taking pictures to take back home, he couldn’t help the small smile on his lips. He found you exceptionally sweet and gentle, by your words, your mannerisms and your little hobbies. You, as well, had caught his interest.

So when you had to part ways, he seemed to hesitate for a second, waving halfheartedly as he turned around. But not for long, since he turned around back to you once more and sprinted towards the direction you were marching on to quickly ask for a way to keep in contact.

So you did! Tons of texting at all times! Pictures of the beach early in the morning, of the very forest you’d found yourselves in that first day... You even occasionally sent him your WIP art for input! He loved it, always, so he didn’t really count as valid input. He didn’t make a great judge, okay, but how could you be mad at him, honestly, he supported you 100%.

Get ready for that point in a relationship in which it’s accepted to send long audio notes. Because oh boy, is Josuke gonna abuse that new feat with entire songs sung by himself onto his phone, maybe a bit too close for your ear’s comfort and maybe a bit too out of tune as well. You still couldn’t find this a bad trait in him. Your small crush had slowly developed into a big one, and you eagerly awaited waking up in the mornings solely because you knew he’d be typing away his good-morning to you sooner than later. What great way to start your days!

Josuke on his side, had a full on crush on you at this point. He wanted to tell you about it! But it wasn’t so easy since the matter at hand here was, well, you yourself. That was going to be complicated to deal with. So he asked his sweet mom for help!

Tomoko had been giving him a good lighthearted lecture on how to give subtle yet very clear signs to your crush that you like them. And he took it to heart! Next day you met up, he was going to try!

When you spot each other at the end of the street, you can’t help but run and leap into his arms, as he takes you into a strong, tight hug and spins you around while chuckling. When he gets you down to the floor again, you smile brightly at him, asking what you were going to do today.

“The forest we met on!” He stated, leaving you confused. Yet you complied, walking alongside him while exchanging casual chit chat between yourselves. 

Once you got there, you were confused as to why he had just sit down into the body of a fallen tree and patted the seat next to him for you to sit on. What did he plan out? 

Once you sat next to him, you saw him take a deep breath and pull out a small, paper notebook from his pant’s pocket, taking a small pencil he had abandoned in his jacket’s pockets and, after looking directly at you and giving you a small, full of emotion smile; he started writing something down in beautiful, practiced calligraphy.

When you leaned over to read it, you made out a simple, three word quote in the middle of the page.

“I love you.”

You gently leaned over and bumped your shoulder in his arm, giving him a timid look with flushed cheeks. “Same here, big boy.” You answered, earning a gentle and simple squeeze from his arm that casually and loosely surrounded your shoulder. 

“I’m damn glad.”

Leone Abbacchio!

Abbacchio just sees you as a very composed, well mannered, down to earth and still very cute person. Exactly the fresh change he needed.

He loves your personality. You have great leadership traits that you just don’t see yourself using to boss anyone around. You have a peculiar presence to yourself, and he admires that.

He loves watching you doodle away, but specifically; he’ll sit next to you when you write, whispering and asking you how it was going and if he could help in any way. He found it endearing when you shook your head and smiled at him in response almost every time.

He’ll take away the spiders for you! He just wants to see you happy and relaxed, no bug will disturb this state.

He just finds it incredibly amusing to see you falter when trying to get somewhere and not figuring out, for the life of you, the correct way. He’ll more than gladly offer you either his guiding hand or his arm for you to hold onto so you can find the correct path together.

As a fellow long haired user, he’ll be delighted if you teach him how to do hairdos or if you let him practice braiding your hair sometimes. 

You’re not delusional when you notice some pictures from your little strolls go missing without explanation. He keeps some extra shots that look similar to ones you already keep and smug them into his own room. Keeping those beautiful pictures with him feels almost like having a lucky charm on him. The peaceful places you visited and immortalized were now what kept his peace of mind.

[akalover19]

Hi! I was wondering If I can ask you to write something about Simone and Ermal's performance. Like Ermal and Fabrizio thinking about each other during the song and then meeting somewhere in a quiet place and sharing their first kiss? It can be a little angsty ;) It's ok if you don't feel like writing it but If you decide to do it, I'd be very grateful ☺Have a nice evening 😄

Hi!Thank you much for this ask! It’s gotten bigger then I expected it to be, but Ihope that will only make it better ;) I really enjoyed writing this and I honestlyam happy with how it turned out. And if you don’t mind, I would like to put iton OA3. I would love to hear your reaction!! 😊

Itwas his turn now to stand on that stage, just like one year ago. Only this timewithout Fabrizio on his left side. It felt weird without him and to seeFabrizio with Niccolò. He watched him playing his guitar, singing his heartout. There’s always something so magical, so mesmerizing to Ermal when he seesFabrizio perform.

Simone’ssong is very beautiful and ever since he heard it for the first time, it madehim think of Fabrizio. But on the other side, every beautiful song makes himthink of Fabrizio. Actually, Fabrizio never leaves him mind. And it’s drivinghim insane. All these thoughts, constantly dwelling on them and spirallingaround them. When really, it’s not that complicated at all. The only thing thereis to it, is acceptance. It took him some time and multiple sleepless nightsfor it, but eventually he came to terms with it. It was very hard at thebeginning, knowing that the feelings he has won’t get returned. That’s why hekeeps them to himself. It’s better like this, he made himself believe. But whatis better? Keeping those feelings to yourself, making them eat you alive? Orconfessing those feelings and risking to loose one of the best persons you havein your live.

Againhe tells himself to shut off his mind as he enters the stage. Just one song,helping out a friend. That’s all. Though as the music started he could feel thetears pressing behind his eyes. Keep it together Ermal, just a few minutes. Hisfirst lines went well, but as the song goes on it’s getting harder to not getemotional. You could already hear it in his voice, breaking at one point. Hetook everything he could to deliver the song at its best. Maybe the emotionadds to the song, making the audience and the public really feel its beauty.

Meanwhilein the backstage area, Fabrizio stares at the screen. One single tear rollsdown his cheek. Overwhelmed by Ermal’s performance, by his angel-like voice andthose stunning close up shots in which every detail of his face was visible. Fabriziofelt like falling in love all over again, only this time even harder. Wordscould not describe how much he admires the curly haired man. He took over mostpart of his heart and mind. If only he knew how he felt. But that will neverhappen. Multiple times throughout the year he tried to tell him, picking up everypiece of courage he could get and opened his mouth to let those words out. Butit never happened once they stood face to face. He would make an excuse and comeup with something else to say or just said nothing, telling him he forgot whathe wanted to say. Of course he didn’t, but he couldn’t bare the pain he had togo through if Ermal reacted badly. So the only solution was to keep quiet and hopethat those feeling will fade away in time. But they never did. It grew strongerthen ever, with this moment reaching its highest point. Confronted by his ownfeelings, Fabrizio grabbed his coat and made his way out through a backdoor,leaning against the wall in this dark, quiet alley. He needed a smoke before hecould face Ermal again. At least no one could see him cry here.    

Ermalgot off the stage, getting greeted by lots of people who congratulated Simoneand him on their great performance. But his mind wanted some peace. Out ofhabit he looked around for Fabrizio, but as he didn’t spot him, he decided toget some fresh air. It would do him good. He knows that somewhere in the backof the building there is a backdoor to an alley. Perfect for some peace andquiet.

As heopens the door the cold air steals the comfortable warmth of the building andhe instantly starts to shiver. It’s dark out here, there’s only a lightattached to the wall. When he looks ahead he sees a dark figure leaning againstthe wall. It looks quite eerie, a figure in a dark alley with no people around.‘’H-hello…?’’ The figure looked up. ‘’Ermal?’’‘’Bizio?! What are you doing out here?’’ He approached Fabrizio, but as hegot closer the tears of the older man immediately struck him. ‘’Are you crying?’’Fabrizio quickly wiped away the tears. ‘’N-no.’’Ermal got closer and looked into his eyes. ‘’You know you can tell me anything,right?’’ Fabrizio looked down again. He wants to tell him so bad and he hateslying to Ermal’s face. But just like those times before, he couldn’t. So likealways, he made up an excuse. ‘’I’m just…justemotional.’’ He said with a deep sigh. ‘’Youknow, thinking about us being here last year and what we have achieved so far. Andnow we are here again, and you just sang with Simone. It’s was really beautifulErmal.’’ He looked up, straight into Ermal’s eyes, and another tear fallsfrom his eye. Ermal reaches his hand out to his cheek and wipes the tear awaywith his thumb.

‘’Sothey’re happy tears?’’ Ermal said in a faint voice, almost making it sound likea whisper. Fabrizio lets out a chuckle and throws his arms around Ermal’s neck.Without hesitating Ermal returns the gesture by wrapping his arms around the man’swaist. Both of their faces buried in each other’s neck with closed eyes. Just likeone year ago, the same place, the same intensity, the same hug. They both gotlost in their embrace, not wanting to let go yet. It’s comfortable, safe and theirbody heat radiates towards one another which conceals them from this chilly Februarynight.

Once theypulled apart with their heads, their bodies stayed close. Still holding eachother, looking into the others eyes. A small smile appears on Fabrizio’s face whichinstantly makes Ermal smile too. That is the effect he has on him. Only a smileis needed to make the pain much more bearable. Fabrizio’s warm hand goes up tohis cheek, slowly caressing it with his thumb. He leans forward and lays a softkiss on Ermal’s cheek.

‘’Thank you for everything this pastyear.’’ Hewhispered as Ermal’s mind was still on this tingling spot on his cheek. Theblue light of the moon reflects in his eyes, making Ermal captivated in thosedeep brown orbs. He can’t look away now, it’s like he’s enchanted under a spell.‘’You don’t have to thank me Bizio, you’ve all done it yourself.’’ ‘’That’s not true. Without you I wouldn’thave made our song. Without you I wouldn’t have won Sanremo, let alone surviveEurovision. Without you I wouldn’t have gotten inspiration nor motivation to workon new music. You take the best out of me Ermal, you are…everyone should bethankful to have you in their life.’’ Ermal just stares at him, his mouthin a slight gape. He can’t believe Fabrizio just said that, it only makes himfall for him even more. ‘’B-bizio.’’ He stutters. ‘’I don’t know what to say,but…Ti voglio bene Bizio.’’

He doesn’thow or when it happened but it feels like their faces are closer than before. Thewarm, damp air that comes out of Fabrizio’s mouth contrasts with the icy skin ofhis cheek. A curl fell from his head, right in front of his eyes. He didn’tmind but Fabrizio apparently did when he put it back behind his ear. They arestanding close, oh so close. Ever so slowly the space between their faces getssmaller and smaller. And once their noses have touched and their faces tiltedto the side, there was no way back.

Theirlips meet in a soft, sweet kiss. It felt a hundred times better then Ermal imaginedit to be. He thought it would make his body fill with electricity and that itwould feel like he could explode of butterflies. Which is partly true, there definitelyare butterflies. But there is also this calmness coming over him like he never experiencedbefore. This feels good, this feel right, this feels amazing. And he isn’tdreaming, this is real.

Gentlytheir lips pull apart, resting their foreheads together. Fabrizio slowly openshis eyes, but saw something he didn’t expect. Now it was Ermal who has a tearrolling down his cheek. Is he sad? Does he regret what just happened? ‘’W-why are you crying?’’ Fabrizioasked carefully as he wiped the tear away, then letting his hand stay on Ermal’scheek. ‘’I’m just…happy.’’ He said and showed a shy smile. Fabrizio feltrelieved and took Ermal in his arms. One hand in his hair, the other one on hisback making circles.

‘’I’m happy too. And I can’t believe wejust kissed. I was so scared Ermal. To loose you, to hurt you if I told you my feelings.Don’t get me wrong, this past year has been amazing, but it was also painful tokeep it all to myself. You don’t know how happy you just made me.’’ ‘’God Bizio, it was so hard for me too. Butnow I wished I did tell you, because then we both wouldn’t have to live in thatlie.’’ ‘’It doesn’t matter now.’’ Fabrizioputs their foreheads together again. ‘’Let’sfocus on the future, not on the past.’’ He said and leaned in for another kiss.But this kiss wasn’t nearly as short as the first one <3