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jjkeremika · 1 year ago

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a bakers dozen (1/2)

mikasa ackerman x eren jaeger (eremika) — nsfw-leaning

twelve times eren gave mikasa a sweet treat

eren started baking as a hobby. at first it was an activity he shared with his mum, learning generational recipes and expert advice. but carla often chastised the poor boy for loose pours and inaccurate weights, and eren decided he preferred baking alone.

when he finally told mikasa and armin about his new passion, the quiet pretty girl said she’d love to try some, act like a taste-tester for the curious baker.

the hold her words had on his heart and mind were borderline embarrassing. eren spent the entire night searching through his mum’s recipe books and dog-earring sweets he thought mikasa might like, recounted everything he knew of her to decipher her favorites.

the simple stuff had to be first: cookies. the recipe was plain, a simple vanilla sugar cookie, but eren was confident—the only type he’d ever seen her pick from a tray while spoiled for choice.

as eren handed her the plate the next day, he second-guessed if maybe he should’ve decorated them, whipped up some icing and laced each biscuit with some dressage. he considered it all night—ultimately decided it definitely would be worse if he overwrought her sweet tooth, and left the icing for a future letter.

the lick of her lips after each bite caught and held eren’s attention. each crumb delicious enough to warrant its emergence. he felt himself holding his breath before she spoke, “i’m excited to try the next goodie,” with a pristine grin, her tongue still poking out.

the second recipe was a coffee streusel brownie, one gifted from mikasa’s mother for a holiday gathering. after two batches and a lifetime with ingredients on a scale, eren packed the product into a glass tupperware and dreamt of her tongue all night.

“hey, miks.” eren had a hearty smile, carried the brownies so elegantly. when he handed her the container, the way her lips pressed into an o at the dessert etched permanently into his brain.

he watched her take a bite, felt hot with his gaze fixed on her biting into the brownie, felt the restrictive hold over his chest as he intimately watched her mouth welcome the treat, noticed the way it sat so perfectly on her pink tongue. he swiped his tongue along his teeth, wanted to bite into her skin the way her pearly teeth sank into the treat.

she exclaimed in delight, covered her mouth with her palm to eren’s dismay, “eren! this is delicious!” her smile was unreal. “mum, dad, you have to try this!”

the third and fourth recipes were inspired by her fast approaching birthday. with armin planning a bash for the ages, eren was tasked with baking her cake. due to annie’s strong dislike of chocolate and armin’s strong like of annie, the party cake was designated a basic three-layer vanilla sponge cake. the text received a virtual and literal eye roll. armin was too amenable.

eren was less so, and opted to bake mikasa’s favorite cake instead: triple chocolate fudge cake. it was her birthday after all. while it was in the oven, melting chocolate coating his apron and decorating his arms, the guilt set in and eren started mixing the sponge cake too.

after spending hours stenciling birthday messages and test-writing in icing, when armin told him to hurry up, eren topped the sponge with a lavender message and prepared it for the party.

before she could eat the slice gifted by armin, eren pulled her to the side. “it’s not much, but.” he was nervous, his voice matching the shakiness of his hands as he held the chocolate cake. “happy birthday, miks.”

the love struck boy surprised her with the next dessert: red velvet cupcakes, buttercream frosting. it was under the guise of her mother’s birthday, but in reality eren was trying to see her.

he’d had a vision the entire time, of her biting into the cupcake, of the creamy frosting settling around her mouth and nose, of her licking her lips clean. eren debated putting some frosting on his neck, wondered if maybe she’d lick that spotless too.

the eager bounce of his cock against his restraining jeans once he witnessed her remove buttercream from her finger with a whimsy wrap of her tongue was rewarding enough. the sight provided a top tier memory reserve; a quick recall for when he was alone.

not much of a treat, but a sourdough dinner roll was perfectly suited for armin’s italian pasta night. eren spent two days preparing the best starter and dough for the occasion. the excitement on mikasa’s face when the rolls were unveiled paired better than the oils and dips.

the seventh treat earned a moan. one bite into the fluffy, airy croissant and a hearty, “m’oh, this is good,” eased out, matched with a delectable smile. she held the remaining croissant between delicate fingers, and eren watched with dilated pupils as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

with her neck on blatant display, eren’s mouth watered and he felt every tendon and ligament holding his muscles back, preventing himself from pouncing on her, caging his mouth from relentlessly exploring the soft flesh.

“eren,” her tone was questioning and soothing, the pronunciation of his name haunting the sound off anyone else’s lips, “do you remember those cookies you made? months and months ago?” he swallowed despite the dryness in his throat, couldn’t bring himself to vocalize his remembrance. “you should make those again.”

she never gave him a timeline, so eren assigned one himself. the next day. he was too excited to sleep. spent the whole night thinking of the crumbs sleeping on her thin bottom lip, wanted to be at the tip of her tongue when she evicted the remnants.

despite the drowsiness, he skipped the whole trail to her home. each sprite step furthering his gait, excitement and anticipation at seeing the beauty unraveling his stomach, eating away at the lining.

with her fingertips pristinely holding a sugar cookie, the other hand gently rubbing eren’s upper arm, she requested another baked good. “not to be your boss or anything,” she prefaced with a joke, poked the dimple as it appeared on his cheek, “but i would love if you made donuts.”

“sourdough?” the question was immediate. his brain already racing through previously-scanned pages of recipe books for an idea. anything she wanted of him, he’ll do. her giggle stretched his smile to both ears. he could feel the lighter wind around them.

there was more thought in dessert preparation this time. with armin’s birthday approaching and eren’s dislike of baking cake, donuts became the perfect alternative. eren shaped them into letters instead, small makeshift happy armin’s b-day donuts, with the leftovers molded into an m.

the donuts were a hit at the party, and eren waited until him and mikasa were alone to show her the remaining dough. “it’s an m… for mikasa,” he explained lamely, gesturing awkwardly, “for you.”

his torso was captured between her strong arms, hands clasping at his back to keep him in place. the warmth radiating onto his front, the gentle waft of lavender from her hair, the hollowness of her cheek against the rigid muscles of his shoulder.

“what else can i bake for you?” the words tickled her ear, the goosebumps prickling the nerves to life. she glanced up at him, pulled away slightly so she could really look at him. eren thought of kissing her.

she hummed, swayed lightly side to side, “hm, whatever your favorite treat is.” her raised eyebrows made her eyes seem rounder, more open to interpretation, more open to him. the sparkles in her grey irises were wanting, yearning flames. “i have a feeling i’ll like whatever you bake.”

he should’ve kissed her. but he closed his eyes, rested his chin on her forehead instead, her scent flooded his lungs, held it in until the organs were on fire, exhaled so slowly as to not disturb the thin, whimsical strands of black hair.

did he have a favorite treat? it’s been a while, but carla’s blueberry muffins—those were definitely his favorites.

once armin and mikasa arrived, the three of them dug into the muffins before even starting the movie. “ooph—eren!” mikasa moaned with a covered open smile, reached for his arm, “so good.” eren stretched his arm closer, tried to extend the duration of contact.

“yeah, ren, seriously,” armin muffled out through a full mouth, “you’re improving a lot.” eren blushed when he noticed mikasa’s unbreaking eye contact, still held firm on him even after he glanced to armin. “you should try baking savory pies too. beef and ale pie would be delicious.”

mikasa shaped her lips into a circle. “oo, good idea.” she pointed to their blond friend, then clapped her palms together. “next movie night.”

eren tapped his finger against the counter, invisibly pulled to mikasa’s hand inches away, like a magnet withheld from its faithful opposition. the smirk was small, like it was kept to himself, and he was already considering what dessert would pair well with her smile, what cookie crumb would cause her tongue to creep out.

the beef and ale pie was a hit, the leftovers eagerly eaten up by a starved carla and grisha after a fun night out. the crust was mikasa’s favorite part, even hand-feeding the baker part of her crust, her fingertips lingering on the tip of his tongue.

the action replayed in eren’s nightly dreams, and joined with the sensation of him in her arms, with the visual of licking buttercream off her lip—eren was reaching a limit he didn’t know he had, a boiling in a kettle he didn’t realize was on.

like a runner crossing a finish line, eren beat a personal record in inviting her over, to taste the lemon tart he baked during the lame afternoon and potentially start something new. something exciting.

“hey, eren,” mikasa greeted first, slipping her arms under his arms, around his waist, before eren could even close the door. eren hesitantly returned her hold, took even breaths to calm his formula one racing heart. eren wondered if she could hear his uneven heart beat, his stuttering breaths.

“thanks for coming.” the words were muffled by her hair, the temptation of a faint kiss to her hairline bordering irresistible. “i made a lemon tart.” his voice was foreign to his own ears, strained and focused, held back with a shrouded intent. “but i was thinking you could help me decide what to make next.”

she slipped her jacket off, exposed her tight, green long-sleeve shirt. the same dark green that she told eren he looked good in, the color that made his eyes pop.

“i already have a starter going, so i can make anything.” eren put his apron back on, tied it around his waist and pulled the sourdough starter out of the fridge. “so, really, it’s up to what you would you want to eat.”

“is this the tart?” her finger was pointing to the yellow dessert, where the whipped cream was starting to sink inside from being added prematurely. eren answered, and her finger swiped in the middle, popping it right into her mouth with a sweet hum. a sight for the ages. “delicious.”

the pink on his cheeks was pristine, and mikasa adored how no matter how many compliments she supplied him, he reacted as smitten and coyly as the first. eager to please, thrilled to know he has.

“do cinnamon buns sound okay?” the question caught her off guard, brought her out of her adoring trance. admiring eren was easy. finding herself lost in the admiration was easier. “i have a whole recipe book if you want something else. totally easy to change.” he was rambling, adjusting to projected unspoken objections. the flipping of the pages provided him adequate background noise. “so many recipes. like it’s so easy to pick something els—”

mikasa’s hand covered his, rubbed her thumb against the coarse skin. rough from regular handwashing between bakes and less regular moisturizing. “cinnamon buns sound great,” she murmured, “but i’d like to help you.” she stood up off the stool. eren immediately pictured her licking rogue frosting off her finger, off him. “can i have an apron too?”

#eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa #eren yeager #eremika #eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman #eren yeager x mikasa ackerman #eremika fluff #aot eremika #snk eremika #jjkeremika #up in the air if it’s attack on titan or attack on caste eremika

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hopetune · 1 year ago

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#HOPETUNE: an affiliated robin rp blog, harmonizing with mik (20, they/them, gmt +8). singing about hope and fledgling wings. rules and portrayal notes may be found under the cut!

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RULES

ON AFFILIATION: this blog is affiliated with gnostic hymns. as such, personal blogs and rp blogs not affiliated with gh will be softblocked or blocked.

ON OOC: i make a lot of jokes ooc, as well as post shitposts (tagged appropriately on this blog) please don't take them seriously!!! none of what i say ooc is canon here in gh. i try to be very clear about what i include in-character. that said, i understand that the line can get quite blurry at times, so don't be afraid to ask me to clarify stuff or to tell me to stop doing a bit. i'll also be doing the same.

ON ASK MEME CANOCITY: responses to ask memes will be treated as non-canon to my muse's continuity unless it is a drabble or otherwise stated somewhere in the post. this does not apply to ask memes attached to events, which will always be regarded as canon.

ON SHIPPING: open to shipping with ooc familiarity and chemistry! i don't multi-ship except in cases of AUs. i prefer letting the relationship run its natural course but i would also like to have a discussion beforehand regarding romance—just an explicit agreement that this is the direction we wanna go. also robin is a lesbian so do be mindful of that.

ON FORMATTING: i use small text and colored dialogue in my writing. if you have any issues with readability or would like me to change my format, please let me know! i try to know my partner's preferences but i can (and probably will) forget so i appreciate a reminder. as for my own preferences: i prefer small text because it's easier for me to read, personally.

ON CONTACT: i prefer discord dms since tumblr notifs don't always work for me. my username is emblian! i am part of gh’s discord server so you may also ping me there.

ON REPLIES: i try to get back to my partners within 2 weeks. exceptions are lore events and months where i’m on hiatus. if it’s been longer than 2 weeks and i’m not preoccupied, feel free to dm me to ask about the reply—chances are i may have forgotten about it.

ON HYV GAMES: i am not as familiar with genshin or honkai impact 3rd as i am with honkai star rail. i will defer to my partners for information but please be patient with me if i have lapses in the lore! i would also appreciate it if you could gently correct me on whatever i may get wrong.

PORTRAYAL NOTES (SPOILER FREE)

robin is renown throughout the cosmos, so it's perfectly fine to assume any hsr muse knows her/knows of her regardless of whether or not they've interacted with her in canon.

robin will often disguise herself when appearing in public, especially in places where she knows she has many fans, so it depends on the situation whether or not your muse will recognize her. if your muse is a stranger to her, she will likely not blow her own cover.

related to the point above: she will probably not disguise herself when going to places in teyvat or remote planets like jarilo-vi, as no one would probably recognize her there.

#PYGMY SERAPHS GONE ASTRAY — ooc

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hahanabi · 7 months ago

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#HAHANABI: an affiliated sparkle rp blog, laughing along with mik (20, they/them, gmt +8). dancing to the sound of fireworks and mutually assured joy. rules and portrayal notes may be found under the cut!

RULES

ON AFFILIATION: this blog is affiliated with gnostic hymns. as such, personal blogs and rp blogs not affiliated with gh will be softblocked or blocked.

ON SHIPPING: i'm not really open to shipping with sparkle at the moment because who on this earth is insane enough to match sparkle's freak?

ON FORMATTING: i use small text with icons in my writing. if you have any issues with readability or would like me to change my format, please let me know! as for my personal preference: i would prefer it if my partners could use small text in their replies so i can read it more easily <3

ON CONTACT: as tumblr's IMs have been acting up recently (for me at least) i prefer discord dms. my username is emblian! i am part of gh's discord server so you may also ping me there.

ON REPLIES: i try to get back to my partners within 2 weeks. exceptions are lore events and months where i'm on hiatus. if it's been longer than 2 weeks and i'm not preoccupied, feel free to dm me to ask about the reply—chances are i may have forgotten about it.

ON TRIGGER WARNINGS: i will use general trigger warnings for things such as gore, extreme violence, suicide, and other topics that i deem sensitive enough to warrant it. i will be using "tw // (word)" as a tag. if you have any triggers you'd like me to tag, please feel free to let me know through a dm. i also tag spoilers under "hsr spoilers" unfortunately, sparkle can also say some pretty horrible things sometimes, so i'll also have a tag that you can mute if you don't want to see her call people slurs. the tag is "sparkle stfu"

PORTRAYAL NOTES (SPOILER FREE)

sparkle is a fucking freak, let me just put that out there. she enjoys intentionally messing with people and can often do and/or say things that are unsavory, targeted, and mean.

i know that "ooc =/= ic" is common knowledge at this point, but i want to acknowledge that sparkle's actions may still cause ooc distress. she's just that kind of character. but i don't want to spring her onto people without warning, so i'll be communicating a lot in order to keep things transparent. you will always know when a sparkle nuke is coming.

i won't ask for permission for sparkle to pull a trick or a prank or deceive your muse since it's a given that most interactions with her will involve some sort of bullshit like that. things that i will generally ask about are:

can sparkle know a certain thing about your muse? (i.e. a secret they have or a part of their backstory)

can sparkle pretend to be your muse?

can sparkle make fun of a certain thing about your muse? (i.e. a physical feature they have)

can sparkle injure your muse?

more boundaries will be added as seen fit, but still do let me know if you think i've crossed a line that hasn't been stated here

#UNMASKED — ooc

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dewdrip · 9 months ago

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#DEWDRIP: an affiliated bailu rp blog, healing with mik (20, they/them, gmt +8). living a life in shallow waters, yearning to breach the surface. rules and portrayal notes may be found under the cut!

RULES

ON AFFILIATION: this blog is affiliated with gnostic hymns. as such, personal blogs and rp blogs not affiliated with gh will be softblocked or blocked.

ON SHIPPING: as of the moment, i am not interested in any romantic ships for bailu.

ON JOKES: please for the love of god do not call her a dragon loli or make any suggestive jokes about her. i trust that the people of this community aren't into that sort of humor but i still want to make it clear regardless.

ON CONTACT: as tumblr’s IMs have been acting up recently (for me at least) i prefer discord dms. my username is emblian! i am part of gh’s discord server so you may also ping me there.

ON REPLIES: my schedule has gotten considerably less free since i’m starting my semester so expect me to take anywhere from a week to a month to reply. i’ll do my best to avoid having my partners wait for too long, of course, but i just want to be clear just in case you think i might be ghosting you or forgetting our thread. though that’s not out of the question—i’m also a pretty forgetful person, so feel free to ping me if you feel that may be the case!

PORTRAYAL NOTES (SPOILER FREE)

updated as of the current patch of hsr, that being 2.5. everything is also based on the english localization of hsr. i am not familiar with any mistranslations, but i know there must be some—let me know if there's something important i've missed!

i portray bailu as being the human equivalent of 12 years old despite her many years of age. may be subject to change if she gets an older form (sp bailu, anyone?)

bailu is a character whose freedom is very restrained, so for threads that take place outside of the luofu, always assume that she's escaped somehow and is evading capture. she's very eager to see the world—if there's a will, there's a way!

bailu's healing is based off of the systems of traditional chinese medicine, which i will reference often. do note that i'm still doing my research about it and while i have been exposed to the culture and to tcm itself, i still come from a different cultural context and may understand things wrong. please do let me know if this is the case, i would hate to misrepresent.

#LUNCH BREAK — ooc

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kain-achilles · 2 years ago

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Ohayo!

✿.｡.:* ☆::. 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝓮 .::.☆*.:｡.✿

🌸 Name: Kim/Kain/Achilles

🌸 Big Age: 21

🌸 Little Age: 2-5

🌸 Pet Reg: Cat and Fox

🌸 Pronouns: He/They

🌸 Therian: Silver Fox and Cat

🌸 Otherkin: Angelkin/Divinekin - Wingedkin

ASD (Autistic)

Pansexual, Achillean

Transgender FtM

INFP-T

Anxiety

Sensory issues

Like/Love

🌙 Video Games

🌙 DC

🌙 Marvel

🌙 Anime & Manga

🌙 Classical, Rock, Metal and Kpop

🌙 Familiar and certain smells

🌙 Gentle/Pastel Colors and Lights

🌙 Soft Touches

🌙 Plants and Flowers

🌙 Animals (Cats and Foxes)

🌙 Fishing on the lake

🌙 Naps

🌙 Stimming

🌙 The Walten Files

🌙 The Mandela Catalogue

🌙 FNAF

🌙 Drawing and Writing

🌙 Learning new and interesting stuffs

🌙 Hugs with people I love/trust

🌙 Tea (comfort drink)

🌙 Manhwa and Manhua

🌙 Kdrama and Cdrama

🌙 Virtual huggies ❤️

Dislike

🥀 Loud noises

🥀 Eyes contact with strangers or people I don't like/trust

🥀 Spiders

🥀 Dishonesty

🥀 Being forced to talk

🥀 Getting bored

🥀 Feeling of loneliness

Hyperfixations

🌙 Batfamily (Batman in particular)

🌙 Star Wars (Plo Koon and Obi-Wan)

🌙 Dark Academia

🌙 Justice League

🌙 Books

🌙 Greek Mythology

🌙 Astronomy

🌙 Basically everything related to space (including Astrophysics)

🌙 Pirates

🌙 Fishes

🌙 Poetry

🌙 MHA (Dadzawa in particular)

🌙 Angels

🌙 Seas and Oceans

🌙 My OCs

DNI

Crosstags

TERFS/SWERFS, Queerphobic, Homophobic, Transphobic etc.

Alt-rights, Trump/Elon/Zuckerberg/JD supporter, N*zis, Racists, Ableism etc.

NSFW, MIK, MAPS etc.

DDLG and any variants.

Anti-agere and Anti-petre

AI arts

Basically, don't be a bastard.

🌌 Feel free to message me, just be aware that I often reply very late due to work and personal life. Also, if you have any questions, I'll try my best to help :3. Have a nice day! 🌌

#intro post #introduction #agere #age regression #sfw agere #agere blog #agere boy #boy regressor #boyre #sfw #sfw regression #sfw age regressor

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bluejello · 2 years ago

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20 Questions for Fanfic Writers

Ty @ezracomehome for the tag 😘

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How many works do you have on ao3?

What’s your total ao3 word count?

156,652

What fandoms do you write for?

whatever is floating up the river to me that day. lil bit of this, lil bit of that. ;)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Playdate - 890 kudos

Of Flowers and Numbers - 736 kudos

Accidents Happen - 422 kudos

Of Microwaves and Dodgeballs - 414 kudos

The One With the Single Room - 377 kudos

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I never know if I should or not? Idk I was better at it on ff.net because the reply/inbox method worked better in my brain than how it goes on AO3 but if it's an indepth review/comment I try and reply these days

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Published, I can think of something's not right which was thg and not the happiest

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of them tbh I love happy endings xD not sure what defines "happiest" because it's different for all

Do you get hate on fics?

I have historically, but as mik said it was definitely more on ff.net than AO3. Most of it has been easy to ignore overall.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do but not often, partially because of the ace part of me that doesn't entirely get it from an emotional perspective lolol. I'm most comfortable with F/F but can reasonably (I hope lol) write F/M.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

LAWL do stargate sg1/atlantis ones count? xD

Otherwise I don't think so? I've written AU's that have taken place in a different fandom universe but that's the closest.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of so fingers are crossed that is still true

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! With permission, thankfully - which is all I ask tbh. :)

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I bounce ideas off of other writers/friends but never officially cowritten.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

idk if I could choose just one !! part of me wants to say it would be a Stargate ship like Sam/Janet because Stargate is always the ultimate series for me but I feel like I'm biased bc I'm currently obsessed with them again. If this was the me of like ten years ago I would have said Swan Queen which is what I have written the most for but god OUAT and I are forever sworn enemies I just want to bully that series the way it bullied me. I'm going with Sam/Janet just because currently I would die for them.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a really good Friends with Benefit AU for Ivanova/Talia that I really want to finish and get out. A Soulmate AU for my bois Ted/Trent. A Heroes AU for Sam/Janet. Nothing has been published but I know they're waiting to be finished.

What are your writing strengths?

crack

but for real, funsies stuff is my fave. Also AUs, I excel at going in depth in my thoughts for them.

What are your writing weaknesses?

the serious stuff/angst tbh I just want to imagine it I don't want to put it into wordssss

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I enjoy when there are translations in the end notes for when I'm reading it but I also will otherwise put it into a translate service. I guess when writing I will keep it to simple phrases I know more than like full sentences? I'm not sure I have a strong enough opinion on this tbh

First fandom you wrote for?

zoowemama 100% was stargate - it was terrible and I'm so glad I have improved since because it was purely self indulgent but I think my first like ten fics were stargate, with maybe a twilight one or two.

Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

my extremely self-indulgent THG AU with Hayffie in the stargate universe. I just wish the stargate universe was as popular of an AU for other fandom works but alas that is what I get for falling in love with 90s scifi !! but this was so much fun to write and put easter eggs in and it was one of the first ones I wrote purely for me and less about what amount of hits/kudos/reviews/etc.

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no pressure tags: @janetfraiser @ellanainthetardis

#demora's chats #demora was tagged #this was fun i like tag games #and writing reflection

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itispossibleihaveissues · 5 years ago

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Up the Ante

Chapters: 1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)

Part of the Dick Summer Exchange 2020 Rating: Tean Warnings: none Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Additional Tags: humour, fluff, nonsense

Summery:

Dick and Jason eat more home cooked food and have a Poker rematch. Jason fails to learn his lesson, but wins anyway. Sort of.

- A follow on from Raise The Stakes

Up The Ante

#jaydick #Jason Todd #dick grayson #mik trys to write stuff #My fic #My writing #games

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sunlightandsuffering · 2 years ago

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Free space to tell us your recent brainrottings about Size Queen Mikasa:

Ooooh my dear sweet anon bless u for giving me this space 😈😈Firstly, it will be named 'Need To Know' bc that doja song is my fucking ANTHEM!!! SUCH A BANGER! That song got me through the smut of bite me 😂😂 and I think it's a VERY apt name for size queen AU, 'baby i need to know??' PERFECT!! but I was writing this and I was like omg maybe I'll give her overdramatic trauma for why she doesn't want Eren lol. BUT ALSO this is cheesy and cliche and very unrefined lol, I just wrote it for the memes!!

"So," Sasha murmurs nervously, "Historia's best friend is hot huh?" Mikasa feigns innocence, maintaining her ignorance, "You mean Ymir, yeah I guess, but they're lesbians you know, not just friends. Get with it Sasha." Sasha smacks her on the arm with her pencil case, "Not Ymir idiot, I'm talking about Eren." "He's fine I guess," Mikasa lies through he teeth, because no he's not fine, and she's not fine, he's otherworldly handsome and he keeps touching her and she can't NOT think about him. Especially when he keeps cropping up everywhere she fucking goes, she can't escape him. "There's something wrong with you," Sasha tells her, as she doodles some stray bear on the edge of her textbook, "He's beautiful." Mikasa says nothing, pretending to be engrossed in her textbook. "And you know what else, I heard he's absolutely fucking packing from Hisu herself."

"He has equipment," Sasha tells her, a wide smile stretching across her face at her own awful joke. "Please stop."

"I can't, aren't you curious Mika? I'd love to know just how much he's packing, the stuff of porn, what is the truth!" Mikasa presses her lips together in an attempt to restrain herself from spilling her guts because she is prim and proper, she's not like Sasha. She's Mikasa, she prefers men with average sized equipment as Sasha so eloquently put it, likes sex mediocre and average, nothing too scary, nothing too life-changing. Likes her life nice and mundane, wants to find a nice average boyfriend, because average men don't leave, average men won't fuck her over like she's seen so many boys before do to her friends. An average man will make a nice, sweet, cookie cutter husband and that's exactly what she needs. A cookie-cutter husband for her cookie cutter life, perfectly average and mundane, no divorce like her parents, no cheating like what happened to her uncle, none of that, just blissful mediocrity.

"I need to know," Sasha asserts confidently and Mikasa struggles to keep quiet. "C'mon Mik aren't you curious, you think he's girthy." He is, she knows he's girthy, because there's no way he isn't, he's thick everywhere else, why wouldn't his dick be thick too? Her brain supplies her an image, unbidden of the corded muscles of his arms, how he'd caught her from falling down the stairs earlier, how much wider he is than her, towering over her much smaller form, how sleight she feels in comparison.

She shivers and Sasha catches her, whooping in delight, "I knew you were into it!" "I'm not! I like regular dicks Sasha, not big ones!"

"Sure," Sasha goads and Mikasa explodes, more at herself than Sasha if she's being real, because who is she really trying to convince.

"I do NOT like Eren Yeager or his monstrously-sized dick!"

It is at that very moment that she feels a large hand on her shoulder and a looming presence at her back and before she can turn to look, feel the deep baritone of his voice roll over her, she knows exactly who it is. "Too bad," he rumbles at her back as he takes the seat next to her, "I'm sure him and his monster sized dick like you."

She wants to die.

#lys's drabbles #see maybe i'll give her some dramatic trauma lol

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britishanon · 3 years ago

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Wassup! Names Teruya or BritishAnon nice to meetcha! This is an sfw blog! And a x reader! And uh all the important stuff are here since i dunno much tumblr works lol i use she|her pronouns and im a minor updates will be slow since school has been a trouble for me!

RULES

• pls make your request very detailed so i can understand and make your request

•Pls dont say anything like "Sorry for wasting your time" or "feel free to ignore" it kinda triggers and pressures me

•If you ever think i steal ideas pls dont think that cause i take inspiration

•This is funny if u think im really Teruya i aint actually, but u can call me that-

WILL WRITE!

•Fluff!

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•Yoruko x Male s/o ( she is a lesbian :))

•Danganronpa 1-3 (dont know much lol)

•Mik*do S*nn*ji (irl|Ai)

•Nsfw!(im a minor)

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WHITELIST!

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Now now, u can start requesting! Stay safe eat and drink well! See ya Rainbows!

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#Firstpost #stay safe!#sdra2 x reader #dra x reader #rainbow #teruya otori

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goldenguillotines · 2 years ago

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MORE MUTUALS (if you wanna)

@quiescent-trolls Kurt!!!! I have gone on at awoke length about them multiple times,, but they're seriously super sweet and easy going. Another person who's really go with the flow but is very fun to joke around with!! I also wanna say their art is immaculate!! I really adore the designs they have and have made.. all really feels unique to them!! Has a certain flavor of sophistication and thought details in every one of them.. And I also think how Kurt plays their characters is very interesting too.. It's a certain way they speak.. Very.. Refined? Also has playful undertones! I don't think if you gave those characters to someone else, that they could play them the same way Kurt does

@miks-fantrolls Mik <3 Love dis guy. The times I've gotten to speak with them has been treasured dearly! Mik is super fun and pretty easy to bounce ideas off of. Not to mention the flavor of humor is right up my alley.. And Miks art?? Both music and drawn and writing? AWESOME. I genuinely didn't know that there were people in the community that did make music and Mik manages to encapsulate the topic or topics of choices really well in what they make. Very thought out! I also think Miks style is super striking and uses the angles/shapes to their advantage! I still adore that one Viktor piece a whole lot

@fnatrolls Aquaaaaa!!!! Man, aqua is super kind and also has some of the funniest lil quips. I haven't gotten to talk with aqua too much, but it's honestly pleasant to see them post + talk in the tags or in comments!! I want to say the way they bring their media to life and the world building that's been going on with their whole little crew? LOVE IT MAN.. I LIKE SEEING THE WHOLE INTERPERSONAL DRAMAS... LIKE SEEING THE TENSION.. The vocabulary Aqua has in their writing kinda reminds me of chases?? Like it's very thought out and sets the mood and builds a lot of fucking tension that makes me sit on the edge of my seat.. I also adore the way you do your portraits and sprites! A very somft style but the way you push yourself to kinda try some stuff out (pose.. hair length.. hair weight. clothes.. etc etc.) Is really inspiring!

#ask meme #hahaha no i didnt fall back asleep for uh..3.5 hours no <3 #imma make myself food and shower and ill answer the others

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softpine · 3 years ago

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i have so many headcannons for danny: he comes out as bi (hes bi in my mind) which puts him on the map for midwest dad rock loving lgbt youth they all adore him. he takes all the kids out for brunch once a month just him and them. he does those singing animated movies. him and cara gossip over the phone on sunday nights. he'd be a mentor on like the voice or something. he loves hikes with beth, every spring they plan it. he brings mik one flower daily for every day he's known her

okay i love this fjkjsd he's not a fan of labels, but i’ll let you have this one. but yessss to everything else ;-;

i always want to show more of danny being THE dad of all asa’s friends (and i hope it’s been noticeable lately that i’ve been trying to put more characters in scenes together that aren’t usually together, like stevie & casper, beth/cara & elaine/jada, matt & elaine, etc. it’s been interesting to see how they all interact, no matter how small the conversation is). anyway, i actually had to cut a conversation between elaine & danny that was really cute but not important to the plot at all fjksjd basically she was just telling him about how she started doing parkour and danny thinks that’s siiiick and he’s jealous :’) and then she tells him her bf is working in construction so danny shares some Survival Tips with the warning that he has not worked in that field in almost 20 years sdjkjsd and yeah it was just cute “my friend’s dad” stuff, which i want to show more often if i find a way to make it relevant! maybe i’ll write a silly short story where he’s just goofing around doing dad things

also i’m LITERALLY going to make a singing show parody of my own and cast danny as one of the judges whenever he’s ready to slow down on his own career. it just makes so much sense for him!!

hiking with beth is a cute idea!! the whole family still goes down to the cabin for a weekend every summer, so they could totally go hiking then. and of courseee danny & cara love to talk shit about people lol

#i love this ily thanks for sending this <3 #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers

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awkwardgtace · 4 years ago

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Secret Gifts

Ian and Mikhail get fluff I did it. ty @alarcomet for reading this to confirm i did the fluff lol

Secret Gifts

Ian had been working on this for weeks. Ever since the bus incident, he wanted to give Mik something. He’d heard him on the phone talking with someone about sending gifts for the holidays. He wanted to give him something for them, even if he wasn’t sure what the holidays were. He’d spent a lot of time sneaking outside and around the house while Mik was gone too. He wanted this to be perfect. Everything was going well, until Mik came home and said he wasn’t going back for a few weeks.

Ian still needed some stuff to finish his gift. He didn’t even know when the gift was supposed to be given though. He wouldn’t let Mik see it until it was done. He was lucky to still find some flowers outside with the snow. The petals were all dried out so he just had to put it together, but he needed thread. Thread was something Mik would notice him going to get, he had to figure out how to ask for it or get him out of the house.

“Ian?” Mik asked. It made him jump. He’d been lost in his thoughts and he hadn't realized he’d walked into Mik’s room. “Is everything all right?”

“I-I’m fine!” Ian said.

He could tell Mik didn’t believe him. He turned around in his chair to face Ian better. Since that day on the bus he’d been less nervous about Mik at full size when he was on the ground. Mik got up and kneeled to be closer. He put one of his hands down next to him and Ian climbed on. He had started to find Mik’s hands comforting. Someone so big was always careful and kind with him. He had to finish the gift.

Mik pulled his hand up, curling his fingers over Ian. Ian stared at the ground as he left it, he felt safer in Mik’s hands than down there lately. Mik brought him up to the desk, flattening his hand so Ian could stand on solid ground again. He almost didn’t want to leave the palm, but he climbed off and started looking over what Mik had been doing. The desk was covered in papers that Ian struggled to make out. He hadn’t learned much reading yet.

“What are you doing?” he asked. He was genuinely curious, but if Mik started to ask questions he wasn’t sure he’d be able to avoid answering.

“I’m just writing some letters to some family,” Mik answered. “I’d rather not, but I unfortunately do want to keep up appearances with them.”

“Why keep up appearances?” Mik smiled and ruffled Ian’s hair. Ian pushed at the finger glaring up with fake anger. It made Mik chuckle, exactly what he wanted.

“They were my father’s family. Most of them aren’t great people, but there were a few decent ones. I at least keep in touch with them all and wish them well for the holidays.”

Ian made a face but nodded. He didn’t think it made much sense, but he wouldn’t expect to understand human families. He perked up when he realized this was his chance. He could ask what these holiday things are. He could find out when he had to get his gift done and give it to Mik. He just had to sound normal when he asked. He looked up at Mik, trying to make an innocently curious face.

“What are the holidays?” Ian asked. Mikhail felt his heart stop. This whole time he just assumed Ian knew about human holidays. He’d done nothing to let him ask or even try to offer explanations. It was already late in the month. Could he even go get anything for them to celebrate with?

“There are a number of holidays this month, many spent with family or friends. Personally I celebrate Christmas. Usually there are decorations put up and gifts prepared. Then the start of the new year roughly a week later,” he explained.

Mikhail watched Ian nodding and felt guilt eating away at him. There should be supplies at stores nearby. He’d never even thought of Ian when planning how to treat their home for the holidays. He didn’t have decorations usually, but with his brother here maybe he should. He could go out and get some small things certainly. He looked at Ian who had started trying to read the letters again and nodded to himself. He’d head out once these were finished. He’d be gone for a few hours at worst, but they’d have a much brighter home by the end of the night.

Ian was a bit bored as Mik worked away on the letters. He’d spoken like they didn’t matter, but he knew when Mik was doing important work. He just sat around waiting for Mik to be done, so he could try to get him somewhere a bit easier to sneak around. He’d started to feel his eyelids grow heavy, he might just go back to his place in the walls. Thumping on the desk made him jump, looking up to find an apologetic smile from Mik. Mik reached a hand down and ruffled his hair again before standing and shoving the papers in his bag.

“I’m going to send these out. I’ll probably be gone for a few hours. Will you be fine on your own?” Mik asked. Ian was ecstatic, this was the perfect chance. He’d just ask for Mik to set up the shows he likes and then he’d be in the perfect spot for what he needed to do.

“I’ll be fine, can you set up one of those cartoons again first?” he asked. Mik had a warm smile as he flattened his hand next to Ian.

“Of course.”

Mik took Ian to the couch in the living room and carefully slid Ian off his palm. He turned and started to set up the shows Ian liked, but he was focused elsewhere. He needed thread and that was kept in the kitchen in a drawer. When Mik taught him to borrow he spent a few days going over how to open drawers, he could get it. He’d almost missed Mik’s hand coming towards him, barely keeping his cool. When he didn’t know it was Mik, human hands were still scary. He held his hand around him and gave a small squeeze before pulling his hand away. Ian waved goodbye as Mik walked out the door.

He put his game face on and readied himself, sticking his hook in the soft couch to climb down. He had to hurry so nothing went wrong and he could finish it. He’d bring the gift out today, it seemed like the Christmas one was close at least. He slid down his string and had to fight to free the hook slightly. He always forgot how hard it was to get it free from the couch. He wrapped it up and ran towards the kitchen, quickly throwing the hook to the drawer handle he needed.

He pulled with all his strength and the drawer pulled open just a bit. That was all he needed. He climbed up the string quickly pausing on the handle to catch his breath. He hung the hook on the top of the drawer and wrapped the string around the handle before throwing it in. He climbed up on the part connected to the hook directly and climbed over the edge. When he got into the drawer he was relieved to see a spool of thread out in the open. He took as much as he could, some trailing behind him.

He would be back in the walls in no time. He just had to climb out, use his hook to close the drawer and head home. It would be easy, if he could actually get out of the drawer. He’d just assumed there was enough, but the string he’d thrown in was too high. He ran back to the spool of thread pushing it to the edge of the drawer. He started to climb it when he tripped, getting tangled in the loose threads. He tried to get himself untangled, but the thread he took mixed with the spool and wrapped him tightly. He was trapped.

Mikhail was relieved the trip took far less time than he estimated. The gift he’d ordered a few weeks ago could be brought in now that he’d wrapped it too. He hadn’t gone too crazy, a small tree for doll sets with ornaments the two could use together. He’d give Ian the most normal Christmas he could. When he opened the door he expected to find him asleep on the couch, not missing completely. He must have decided to head back to the walls. He walked in the kitchen to put everything down when he heard tiny grunts.

“Ian?” he called out. He didn’t want to assume anything bad, but he did feel his heart racing.

“Mik! I got stuck…” Ian called out.

He’d only made everything worse trying to get out while Mik was gone. He sighed when he heard the loud footsteps come closer. The drawer was slowly opened, light blinding him for a moment. Before he’d gotten his vision back, warm fingers wrapped around him. He was pulled out of the drawer and laid flat on a palm. He blinked quickly to clear his eyes, sending Mik a sheepish smile. Mik had an eyebrow raised, but he could see how he was searching for any sign Ian had been hurt.

“Ian, what on earth…?” Mik asked. Ian was brought over to a table that had bags piled up on it. He heard Mik’s sigh and felt awful. He was probably tired from all the human stuff he just did.

“I needed thread, but I got stuck when I realized I didn’t put the end of the hook string in enough and tried to climb on the spool thingy,” Ian explained. He refused to look at Mik’s eyes after that. He started to cry a bit, he messed it up there’s no way Mik would even take it now.

“Ian, you could have just told me. I would have gotten the thread out for you. I could have at least made sure you had the hook string right if you wanted to do it on your own.”

Mikhail couldn’t understand why Ian would do something like this. When he’d taught him how to get into drawers he also told him to make sure not to do it alone. It was risky with humans who weren’t aware of borrowers. He started to carefully free Ian from the string. When his fingers brushed against Ian’s face, he felt them get wet. Ian was crying, what could possibly make Ian cry right now. Did he get hurt from the thread? Had it been tighter than he thought?

“Ian what’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?” he panicked. He didn’t see anything wrong. He could get smaller to check a bit easier though. Before he could do anything, Ian started shaking his head. “Buddy, what’s going on?”

“I-I was t-trying to make you a gift,” he sniffled. “I heard you talking about gifts and wanted to give you one. I wanted to surprise you, but now it’s all messed up. I messed it all up, I’m a terrible borrower.”

Mikhail finished freeing Ian from the thread quietly. Then he pulled him close and held him over his heart. He waited as he heard Ian sobbing, rubbing his back gently. He’d learned by now when Ian cried none of his words got through. As the sobs finally died down he pulled Ian away and looked at him with a kind smile. Things were fine, nothing was ruined and he’d prove it.

“Ian, you aren’t a terrible borrower. You took a risk that had you been on your own and in a place you were hiding I’d doubt you’d have made. Nothing is ruined either, whatever you’ve planned is still a surprise. Needing supplies and having to get them with help doesn’t make a gift any less special,” Mikhail explained. Ian looked up at him with hope.

“R-really? I thought I had to do it myself, you kept saying you’d rather do it yourself when you talked about it,” Ian said. Mikhail chuckled and Ian tilted his head in confusion.

“Ian, that was me talking about wrapping the gifts I’d ordered for you. I wanted to do that myself. I can’t make or get everything I’d like on my own either. I had help for your gift, help is fine, it's the thought that matters.”

“So, I can still finish it and you’ll still take it?” Ian’s eyes were sparkling now, it was overwhelming to Mikhail.

“I’d always accept something from my brother.” Mikhail brought his hand close to his heart again before letting Ian off on the table. He returned to the drawer to grab the hook they’d left and carefully wrapped the string up. He placed it on the table next to Ian.

Ian grabbed it and started to fidget. Mikhail smiled and held his hand down next to him. He climbed on quickly and Mikhail moved his hand to the ground. He flattened his hand to the ground and Ian ran off quickly. It was seconds before his small form was back in the walls. Mikhail decided he’d set up their Christmas tree while Ian was gone. Grabbing the bags he’d brought in and moving them to the coffee table. The first thing he pulled out to set up was a ladder that could attach to the furniture. His aunt had made them and placed them all over the house when he’d first moved in. This set up wouldn’t take too long.

Ian was rushing to finish his gift now that he had the thread. He hoped Mik could use it somewhere as decoration. The petals all sewn on and finally staying in form he could bring it out. He was glad he’d chosen a ribbon to sew the petals onto, and that this was the one thing he’d learned from his mom before. She did this with flower petals they’d gathered from dying ones in their home. He took a quick look for Mik before finally pulling the ribbon and petals out of the wall. He was going to stick it under the couch when he saw Mik’s foot nearby. He yelped, hiding out of sight.

Mikhail heard Ian yelp and smiled. He was trying so hard to keep this a surprise. He stood up and shut his eyes, waiting for the feeling of himself falling as he shifted to Ian’s size. He opened his eyes when he knew he was done and went to the ladder he’d set up before climbing up to the coffee table. He sat down near the tree and spread of ornaments then shut his eyes.

“Ian, my eyes are closed and I’m on the table,” he called out. “I left something you could use to hide the gift in if you need it. Just let me know when to open them.”

He waited patiently as he heard shuffling from the floor below him. He heard a gasp and smiled, there’s no way Ian expected an easier way to climb up appearing now. He waited for the sound of footsteps on the glass of the table, a bit relieved once they sounded. There was more shuffling, like Ian was dragging something. Then he heard the crinkling of the bag he’d left out. He silently laughed as he thought of the year he’d gotten stuck this size around Christmas, the gift bags were a bit of a nightmare at first.

“All done, what’s all this?” Ian asked.

He waited for Mik to open his eyes, staring at the fake tree that he’d put on the table. Mik stood up and grabbed a few of the things off the ground. He handed one to Ian and brought him over to the plastic tree. He motioned for Ian to wait and ran off, hitting one or the remotes he kept on the table. Music started playing that he remembered hearing around now when he was younger. Mik came back with a big smile on his face.

“We’re going to decorate a tree and after this we have Christmas movies to watch. Christmas is well tomorrow actually, I hadn’t really thought of celebrating more than movies and the presents I’d gotten for you. I decided to run out and give us a better Christmas eve and Christmas,” Mik explained.

Ian’s eyes went wide at that. Mik said this was for family and friends. So that means he’s doing this because they’re family. His eyes started to water and he quickly wiped the tears away. Mik pulled him into a tight hug and he hugged back as tight as he could. Once they let go he followed Mik’s lead in decorating their tree. Once that was done they spent the night watching what Mik called classic Christmas movies. They all ended happily.

When Ian woke up he was laying on Mik’s chest, Mik back to human size. Mik must have moved to the couch after Ian fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, planning to sneak off before Mik woke up. Instead he heard Mik groan a bit and turned to see his eyes opening slowly. He cupped his hand around Ian, yawning as he sat up. He put Ian on the table and reached under the couch pulling out a box filled with objects wrapped in paper. Mik set the objects around Ian before changing to match Ian’s size. He climbed up the ladder quickly, a smirk on his face.

“Merry Christmas Ian, this is what I’d gotten for you, go ahead and open it,” Mik said.

Ian nodded and walked up to one of the packages. He slowly started to rip it open and found a chair, made of wood and his size. He looked back at Mik in awe and rushed to the next one. Each package was furniture his size, but made of wood and not the hard plastic they’d been using. There was so much, he didn’t think he could even fit it all in the house Mik had gotten him. He could stop staring at Mik with wide eyes.

“I-is this really for me?” he asked. Mik smiled widely and nodded. He lunged at his brother, hugging him tightly. He never thought he’d get furniture that seemed made for his size like this.

“Mandy had a friend who made stuff like this for Maria and I. I had her reach out and make a new set to keep here for you, there’s a bit more coming. A better bed and other upholstered items. This was just what could be done in time for Christmas,” Mikhail explained. He was glad Ian seemed so happy.

Ian backed away from Mikhail slowly. His joy seemed to vanish slowly. He went and pulled the bag that he’d stuffed the gift in yesterday. He pulled it in front of Mikhail and then started to fidget. Mikhail waited for him to be ready to speak, he was sure this was worth waiting for. Ian looked around at the furniture and back to his own gift, Mikhail had concern hit him. Was Ian comparing their gifts?

“I-I think you should be human size f-for my gift,” Ian stutterd out. Mikhail listened, quickly sliding down the ladder and sitting on the floor before returning to his normal height. Ian looked up at him then stepped a bit away from his gift. “Th-this is for you Mik, Merry Christmas.”

Mikhail reached over and lifted the package carefully. He could see Ian wringing his hands, he was nervous about this. He pulled it out and found one of the neckties he’d been missing. It was a simple black tie that had now been covered in dried flower petals. He was astonished, where had Ian found flowers this late in the winter? He had no idea how to explain his feelings. It was probably the best gift he’d gotten in years. He may not wear the tie, but could already see a place in his office he could hang it up. It was amazing.

“I-it’s ok if you don’t like it,” Ian said. Mikhail put the tie down and picked Ian up. He held him close to his heart in a firm hug.

“I love it Ian, I want to keep it in my office at the school,” Mikhail said. Ian squirmed and Mikhail pulled his hand back.

“That’s what I wanted it for!” Mikhail laughed and laid down with Ian over his heart again.

“Merry Christmas, little brother.”

#OC:Ian #OC:Mik/Mikhail #OC:Mikhail/Mik #giant/tiny #gt writing #gt #g/t writing #g/t #gianttiny #g/t fluff #gt fluff #gt christmas #i tried so hard for fluff for these boys #they deserve some time just happy lol #learning things about each other

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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I'm Not Into Sometimes, Chapter 2 (Rosnali) - SnowBun

A/N: Very proud of this chapter <3 finally feel myself getting back to the writing style I enjoy the most. I hope you like reading this is as much as I like writing it. much love everyone xx

Summary: When Denali goes viral for posting a dance video, she doesn’t expect it to lead her to becoming a choreographer for Rosé, an up and coming singer destined for fame. Denali thinks that this might be her first (and only) shot at achieving her dream. If only her dream wasn’t wrapped up in a flurry of pink hair, charm and a supposedly professional relationship.

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Release comes in the sound of blades scraping against ice. It is the feeling of her core tightening as she pushes off the ground and becomes the world turning on its axis. She is this moment of weightlessness and control.

Then her head begins to fog with visions of spinning rose-colored tops across a dark wooden floor, so endlessly mesmerizing. Her mind fills with questions of intrigue and challenge, the first time she’s ever seen duality so up close. Oh, to be so breathlessly enamored by beauty and talent.

It’s the loss of focus that weighs her down, causing her to land shakily on her right foot. She extends her left leg for balance and slides not-so-gracefully on the ice. She hears Olivia cheer in the sidelines, all bright white smile and wonder. It brings her back to the rink and away from the studio.

She skates over, pressing her forehead to the fence. “It’s not so bad.” She thinks. The rest of the world is slowly but surely getting hooked on Rosé, and she lives up to every expectation and more. She thinks it’s perfectly normal to feel a little charmed by her.

Even if she was a bitch at first.

“What’s wrong?”

Then again, she can’t quite answer Olivia’s question. She isn’t a fan from half way across the world. She’s the damn choreographer. She’s in New York, seeing her old friends and grasping onto her dream.

Said dream just had to come in the form of pink hair and clear brown eyes.

She shakes her head and smiles. “Nothing’s wrong, Liv.”

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At first, she thinks she’s just so tired that she’s seeing things. When she blinks, she realizes that her eyes aren’t lying and that Rosé really is right there, sitting on the dance studio floor at 6:30 in the morning. She’s staring at intently at her phone, with an expression that can only be described as upset fury. She becomes too absorbed in typing to even notice Denali come in.

“Hey.”

She looks up and her face softens into a small smile. There it goes again, that weird feeling of nakedness that comes with being looked at by those eyes. The combination of this and the lack of sleep is disconcerting, but she manages to smile back anyway.

“Hey.” Rosé procures a coffee cup from behind her and reaches up to pass it. “I got you coffee.”

It takes her a minute to process, way too taken aback by the gesture. She’s always prided herself on being difficult to phase, but when a woman who is basically her employer that she barely knows hands her coffee, it’s hard not to act surprised.

Nonetheless, she accepts it gratefully, muttering a ‘thanks’ as she sits down on the floor beside her.

For a while, she stills as Rosé continues to type with such force that Denali’s scared that she might end up cracking the screen somehow. She wonders in silence, but she’d be lying if she says she’s not tempted to cross the arbitrary line and ask if something is wrong.

“Sorry.” Rosé’s voice suddenly rings clear, but the world around them still feels quiet, tranquil almost. “Just a lot of stuff that needs to get done before the video shoot.”

“Mmm,” Denali says, as she sips her coffee. “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”

Even if the phone has been tucked into the pocket of her bag, Rosé opts for stretching out her legs in front of her and yawning instead of getting up. She turns her head to look at the choreographer whose gaze is directed at the cup in her hand.

“So,” She draws out the word lazily, cocking her head to the side. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What do you think of Phenomenon?”

It’s a difficult question to answer. If she says something bad, she’s kicked off this project. If she says something good, she’s just kissing ass. She knows that the only right answer to this question is her own opinion, but when her mother told her that honesty is the best policy, she’s not sure this is the situation that she had in mind.

“Honestly?” Rosé nods. “I think it’s great. The lyrics are good, the production is amazing, your vocals are fantastic. Plus it’s your own brand of witty and self-assured. Not sure what’s not to like there.”

She isn’t sure if this was the answer Rosé expected from her. All she hears is a sigh and they sink once again into that comfortable silence while Denali finishes her coffee. She doesn’t really know much, or anything really, about the woman beside her, but in the stillness of the morning, she feels comfortable.

“Right,” Rosé’s voice is soft and she hates herself for the ache that starts to bloom in her chest. “What’s not to like?”

She tries to ignore it, that stupid idea that this true vulnerability and not just small talk between colleagues; but she sees those eyes staring into the empty space, watches the beams of sunlight give her a blush halo. The ache spreads through her body and she bites her tongue to stop from begging to know what she could possibly not like.

Denali stands up and throws away her cup in a bin in the corner of the room. “Anyway,” She reaches out a hand to help her up. “We should get to work.”

Rosé smirks up at her and she thinks that the ache is threatening to cause an implosion. “Oh, so she’s all work and no play, huh?” She says, grabbing at her hand.

Then they’re face to face and Denali can feel the tug, that back and forth that comes with the competition that is flirting. She laughs a little, tries her best to play it cool. “I have to work hard if I want to play hard, don’t I?”

She walks away with a pair of eyes on her back and an ache that won’t go away.

—

“Are you going to spill all the tea now or what?”

Her eyebrows raise behind the glass of vodka cranberry that she’s holding. Of course, Mik wants to get straight to the gossip. She’d be surprised with any other conversation starter to their Friday night, almost a week since she’d arrived in New York. The bar Mik chose is a little too crowded for her taste, filled with other women who have been eyeing her. She notices but she ignores it in favor of the woman in front of her.

“What happened to ‘how have you been, Denali?’ or ‘how’s New York, Denali?’”

“Okay whatever,” Mik rolls her eyes. “How are you?”

“Tired.” She answers in a heartbeat.

“And would that have anything to do with a certain singer whose name rhymes with… shit, I can’t think of anything.”

She purses her lips together. If she’s honest, working with Rosé is probably the least tiring thing on her agenda. The ice skating in the early evenings as a bid to tire herself to sleep hasn’t been working. All its led to is sleepless nights staring at the ceiling until she sees the first vestiges of day creep through the windows, signaling another turn on the earth’s axis.

In the studio with Rosé, she can at the very least find some peace. The understanding that they are both good at what they do and the comfort of knowing that each day with her is a chance to know her more drives her to get out of bed and into the studio.

“A part of it, yeah.” It’s the tiniest bit of truth and Mik doesn’t look one bit sated by it. “What else am I supposed to tell you?”

“Oh, come on,” It’s that signature Mik whine that finally gets a laugh out of her. “You have to tell me something, anything!”

“You’re an MUA that works with runway models. You know enough famous people as it is.”

“That doesn’t make me any less curious about them.”

She bites her tongue when she hears those words. It’s not like she’s any different. Every morning with Rosé is an established routine with coffee and curiosity on both ends. The existing respect for each other’s craft makes them both wonder about the person underneath.

So, they start to ask questions. How’s New York? Where’d you get the coffee? How’s your morning? What’s the name of that guy on TV who used to host Fear Factor and is a shithead now?

Like clockwork, the questions morph into flirting. It’s standard, innocent, verging on comfortable even. Rosé is always the first to break into a blush, true to her name. At times, Denali thinks that she may have gone too far, but then she sees those eyes again, all amusement and interest. Each interaction is a chance for the ache to spread somewhere new along with the growing assurance that there’s nothing to dislike.

“I don’t know, okay?” She finally lets out. “We work great together and we get along, but it’s not like, ‘ooo, you’re my new bestie’ or anything like that.”

“Hmm,” Mik lets out a him, popping the straw out of her mouth. “That’s interesting.”

“Why is that interesting?”

“Let’s just say my sources tell me she doesn’t get along with everyone.”

Her eyebrows scrunch together at that. Sure, she understands that Rosé isn’t exactly everyone’s glass of wine, especially with the cold seriousness that she handles her music, but she respects that about her.

What’s not to like?

“Well, I don’t think she’s a bitch, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Or maybe you want to be her bitch…”

“Oh, fuck you!” She throws a tissue at Mik’s face as the model cackles in delight. Her phone suddenly chimes, a message from an unknown number popping up on the screen.

?: hey, I got your number from Tamisha

“Who is it?”

Damn her and her expressive features. She keeps quiet, brain going at breakneck speed to think of all the reasons why she’s texting on a Friday night when she probably has at least a hundred different parties to go to and a thousand different women trying to catch her eye.

Denali: really hope this is rose and not the guy standing outside Tamisha’s office who keeps asking me out

“It’s just Rosé.” She watches Mik’s mouth turn into an O-shape and she throws another tissue. “No, no, not what you’re thinking, sweetie.”

At least she doesn’t think so. Harmless flirting is one thing, but getting her number from her manager? They keep stepping closer and closer to the line and she thinks she sees the chalk start to smudge.

?: sorry to disappoint, it’s just rosé

Denali: too bad. what’s up?

“She’s texting you on a fucking Friday night.” Mik sounds absolutely dumbfounded. “Sounds a lot more than professional to me.”

She knows that Mik is right. They don’t even have practice tomorrow, so she can’t justify it as a possible cancellation. She’s about to come out with some boldfaced lie when her phone vibrates on the table.

Rose: just thought you should have my number. ps: my name is not rose

Olivia arrives and she slams her phone right down on the table.

“I’m buying us a round of shots.

—

She hates this. She loves this. Saturday morning is now the distant tip-tap of heels against the floor, click in the brain, a switch to her soul. Wake up, wake up, wake up. This is not home, it’s not her hotel room. It’s just a cold floor where she has some peace.

Then she hears that voice, every note of the song a gentle wave rushing in to carry her away from her body. Her eyes are glued shut, but it doesn’t matter when she’s already left her body behind on the shore. The voice grows louder, closer, and the waves start to grow. Her body is too far away now and she’s not sure if her eyes will ever open again.

Wake the fuck up.

“Denali?”

A poke to the ribs sends her rushing back into her own body. An involuntary groan escapes her lips and she hears a laugh from above her. She scrunches her eyes shut, terrified that any form of light might cost her the ability to see.

“What the hell?”

Her voice sounds like a croak to her ears and she manages to roll over onto her back. With a moment of preparation, she cracks open an eye. She’s greeted by the sight of Rosé kneeling over her barely functioning body, clearly trying her best not to laugh. Again, she groans and Rosé can no longer help herself.

“Why are you here?”

Honestly, she’s not sure about the answer to that one. There are bits and pieces of memories from last night printed on the back of her eyelids, but it’s all too fuzzy for her to try to piece together immediately. She remembers the sound of Olivia’s laughter mingling with Mik’s voice as they watched her throw back a seventh shot. The memory causes pain to start creeping into her head and she makes a promise to herself to never drink again.

There’s the sound of shuffling and when she looks up, Rosé isn’t kneeling above her anymore. She assumes that she’s sick and tired of her hungover ass, a perfectly valid response in her opinion. Then she hears humming beside her and sighs, glad that validity has no place in this situation. She closes her eyes again, losing herself to the light behind her eyes to ease the throbbing at her temples.

“Isn’t it a Saturday?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“I asked you first.”

Her hands fly up to her face. Rosé is laughing again and the pain starts to spread throughout every part of her head. If only it would subside, maybe she’d finally have the energy to actually be embarrassed about waking up on the floor of her workplace.

“Went drinking.”

“Ah, and how’s that going for you?” There’s a smile in her voice. Fuck it, she thinks as she jumps straight over the line of professionalism with a flip of her middle finger. Oh well, it’s not as if this whole situation has pretty much created a void where the line should be.

“Your turn.”

Rosé goes quiet. She focuses on the sound of their breathing. Inhale, exhale. The expansion of her sides with every controlled gulp of air. She hears a plane overhead, letting the escape of air follow it far away from city streets.

“Just wanted to get away for a while.”

She turns her head, sees pale pink rose petals sprawled out on the dark floor. In the gentle light of a Saturday morning, her eyes break her promise to herself, drinking in the sight of weary beauty. She thinks she’s just hungover, but she believes she’s never seen anyone quite so pretty before.

“Well,” She looks back up at the ceiling, stark white staring back at her. “Same here.”

—

By 10:00 PM, she’s burying herself in sheets. She’s never been much of a fan of stillness, but she thinks the last week might be changing her mind.

A few hours earlier, she’d replied to Mik and Olivia’s texts, asking her if she was okay. She cursed and reassured them in the same breath. When they’d asked her where she’d ended up, she had said, “passed out on the floor.”

Half a truth is good enough, right?

If she had told them everything, she’d have to tell them that she laid in the studio for half an hour with Rosé’s humming the only thing cutting through the pounding in her head. She would have to tell them that she’d stumbled as she got up, letting warm hands guide her as she learned to stand. She’d have to tell them of the exchange of tender smiles, so different from the tug of war of flirtation that she’s accustomed to.

Her phone lights up. She expects Mik or Olivia, even Kahmora. No, she only sees that name and she giggles to herself like a damn teenager, a quiet admission that she’s allowed something to change.

Rose: pls tell me you didn’t go drinking again

Denali: I actually like having more than one brain cell, thanks

Rose: great, don’t want to have to pick you up off the floor again

Denali: won’t you ever let me live it down rose?

Rose: only if you start spelling my name right

Denali: the accent’s too much of an effort

Rose: then use my real name

Denali: ???

Rose: call me rosie

A smile graces her lips and she shoots off one last message. She places her phone on the nightstand and buries herself in the blankets, drifting into her first good sleep in a long time.

Denali: alright, night rosie

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Monday morning suddenly frees up when Rosé says she has to move their session to the evening to make room for interviews. She fills up the rest of her morning by replying to emails about skating gigs for when she eventually returns home. She has lunch with Mik and Olivia and when they inevitably begin to pry, she stays mum on what she can only now describe as her complicated friendship with Rosé. She returns to the hotel and lets herself sleep, turning the feeling of being well-rested into a brand-new addiction.

When she arrives at the studio at 7, there’s no one there. While it isn’t like Rosé to be late, she doesn’t text. She assumes that she’s coming from yet another one of many interviews that she kindly referred to as, “shitheads trying to get way too personal.”

She settles for freestyling to loosen up while she waits. When the music starts, she feels herself break. Every moment is grounded in her own brand of ferocity and well, sex. There’s comfort in her own body, in the knowing that it is a temple of worship to herself. A signal from her brain to move, a single fluid motion, all indulgent offerings to the pleasure only she will ever feel. She throws herself into the fire and the sensation of pleasure starts to build.

The door opens, but she doesn’t, can’t stop. She feels like she’s hovering over the floor, on the brink of climax. The song peaks and she almost gasps, dropping to her knees and letting her back hit the floor. She takes a deep breath, relishes the feeling of being alive.

“Sorry.” She’s apologizing, but she’s not sure for what.

“I…” For once, Rosé is at a loss for words. Her quick wit has been thrown out the window and is probably being dragged around under the wheels of a taxi. She laughs breathily as she gets to her feet.

When their eyes meet, the air turns heavy with unspoken words and desire. She tries to look away, but she can’t. Brown gazes meet and for the first time, she permits herself the thought of what it would be like to kiss her. Maybe, just maybe, that wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Uhm, okay! Let’s get started?” Rosé bursts out and she thinks that she might have won this round.

If the singer seems more distracted than usual, she doesn’t say anything about it.

—

The water in the shower is still cold when she receives a text that evening.

Rosie: no need to meet me for the rest of the week. We need four dancers for the video, auditions on wed

The water suddenly seems warm and for the first time in her life, she thinks she’s finally learning what it’s like to lose.

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#rpdr fanfiction #rosé #denali foxx #rosnali #lesbian au #choreographer au #snowbun #s13 #im not into sometimes

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Cupid’s Kiss| Chapter 1: A French Phenomenon

Title: Cupid’s Kiss

Summary: True love is something hard to find. That’s why at Cupid’s Kiss Matchmaking they strive to find you your soulmate and get you your happily ever after, no matter the cost is.

Word count: ~3.3k (this chapter)/~3.3k the whole book

Ships: HallDoll (Jaida Essence Hall/Nicky Doll), Gottlux (GottMik/Olivia Lux), CrystalAvalon (Symone/Gigi Goode/Crystal Methyd), Jankie (Jackie Cox/Jan sport), Rosenali (Rose/ Denali Foxx)

Tw: mentions of death, divorce and rehab

“Welcome to New York City, The current time is 1:32 am, and the temperature is 19 degrees Celsius for my Europeans on the flight and 66 Fahrenheit for my Americans. Maybe one day you’ll smarten up and use Celsius like the rest of the world.” This sarcastic response from the pilot brought a chuckle and smile to Nicky’s face, as she packed up her sketchbook into her carry-on. With a sigh, she sat back waiting for the rest of the plane to disembark.

“Is she ever going to get off the fucking plane!” Mik rested his head on the handrail, pouting like some little kid. He kept watching as person after person left the arrivals gate and reconnected with their people. WHY WAS NICKY TAKING FOREVER?!

“Well so you don’t die of boredom Mik, She just arrived at security.” Brooke looked up from her phone at the young boy sitting in front of her on the ground. She let out a soft laugh before sitting down beside him, “ Raja and Liv are probably on their way back with coffees.” Brooke smiled as she spun the young boy’s hair in her fingers.

“Why did I have to come again? I am an adult.” Mik huffed as he looked the Canadian in the eyes. Brooke gave him a slight shove before standing up and going back to the bench she was on, Mik following a few steps behind.

“Because last time Raja and I went to go pick up an associate, We came back to the office a wreck and you and Olivia half-naked.” Brooke didn’t look up from the email she was writing. Mik opened his mouth to go say something but closed it realizing that Brooke had a point. Though he did love his girlfriend a lot, the two just had miraculous bad timing.

And Speaking of said girlfriend coming around the corner emerged the perky auburn-haired girl Brooke had mentioned, along with Brooke’s tired silver-haired business partner. Raja smirked handing Brooke one of the two coffees in her hand. “Remind me not to let you bring people in from out of the country again.”

“Didn’t you tell Manila that when she put my name on the table?”

“Yes, But you weren’t over seven hours away. Plus I brought you on as a replacement when Manila left anyways.” Raja smirked looking at Brooke, who was still focused on her phone. “As well as the fact you are so much better at the finance stuff than me.”

This caused Brooke to look up from her phone, kind of puzzled. “That’s because I am one of the few people you’ve hired that can actually do fucking math. If you didn’t have me you would probably be running around hooking people up for fucking free Raja.” She smacked the older woman’s chest as she let out a chuckle.

“I’ve offered to hook you up multiple times.” Raja smiled as she took a sip of her coffee “I have a 100% success rate, and I can find you the perfect girl. I mean look at the two down here.” She motioned to the two making out in front of them. Brooke broke out laughing at the two younger adults in front of her hitting Mik on the back of the head. This didn’t stop the two from making out, it just caused Mik to flip off Brooke.

“Madame Hytes?” a voice came from the entrance of arrivals causing all four to turn their heads to face the arrival’s gate. Standing there was a blonde thin girl with a bright red shoulder bag tossed over her shoulder. Brooke smiled as she went over to her friend and smiled as she wrapped her arms around the French girl in front of her.

“Mlle Nicky Doll, je suis content que votre vol se soit bien passé. (Ms. Nicky doll, I am happy your flight was safe.)” Brooke smiled as she took her friend’s hand. The two exchanged a laugh before Nicky handed her suitcase to Brooke.

“Brooke, dois-je parler la langue de merde (Brooke, do I need to speak the shit language)” Nicky stopped before turning to her friend, who was currently trying to stop herself from laughing too much. She just kept looking at all the people passing her as Brooke was leaning on the suitcase. “Brooke?”

“Yes. Yes. Nicky, you’ll need to speak English. I am the only one who knows french.” Brooke barely got out before taking a few moments to regain her breath. She adjusted herself turning to Nicky giving her the nod that she was all good to go, linking hands with the French model. Nicky nodded kinda shy to meet the other three at the bench, but willing to follow her friend’s lead. Brooke leaned over right before they reached the trio at the bench and whispered “The younger ones have a lot of energy I’d like to warn you on that.”

Nicky nodded in response as both Mik and Olivia rushed u like eager puppies to her, they both seemed speechless. “You look amazing!” Olivia’s eyes were like stars at the sight of Nicky, who just smiled and nodded, giving awkward glances back at Brooke.

“Guys, This is my friend Nicky Doll from Paris. She’s going to be here to help you all out with the love scene.” Brooke smiled at the trio as she stepped aside to showcase her friend.

“Bonjour. Thank you all for having me, I’ll be happy to work with you all.” Nicky smiled at the group. Raja stepped out from the group to stand in front of Nicky and taking a look at her new hire up and down.

“Well, Ms. Doll. We are happy to have you join the cupid’s kiss matchmaking family” Raja smiled as she opened her arms to the French model in front of her. A genuine smile appeared on Nicky’s face as she hugged the older woman tight. For once she felt like she belonged.

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The next morning came like a bullet train. No one in the office was prepared to come into work. “Man people are getting desperate, how can we find matches for some of these?” Gigi entered the office looking at a folder in her hands before sitting down at her desk, sprawling the open folder across her keyboard. “I mean Symone, come take a look at this one.” She motioned for Symone to come and join her at her desk.

Symone pulled her coffee mug out from under the machine and took her time heading to her childhood best friend’s desk. “Crystal Methyd, what kinda name is that?” Symone chuckled as she rested her chin on Gigi’s head. She flipped through the folder or at least tried to, stumbling on a photo of this said culprit. “No!” Her hand flew to cover her mouth at the sight before her.

“SHE HAS A MULLET!” Gigi’s jaw was touching the floor at this sight of an androgynous being with a full El DeBarge still mullet giving a quirky smile. Gigi looked the photo up and down. “ I mean they are kinda cute.”

Symone stopped for a second before looking at her friend, trying to comprehend what she just said, “Gi, you are not falling for the person with the mullet. Are you?”

“No! I just said they were cute! It’s like the comment you made about Joey last month!”

“Everyone thought that twink was cute! Well everyone except you, but that’s ‘cause you’re a femme who’s not attracted to other twinks.”

With that comment, Gigi took the folder and whacked her friend in the stomach. Causing Symone to laugh as she walked away back to the staff room.

Jaida looked at the other girl as she entered the staff room. “Gigi simping for a client?” She chuckled, handing Symone a sugar packet. Symone gave a slight sigh before pouring said sugar packet into her coffee.

“It was going to happen to the best of us. It always does” She smiled looking at the young girl at the desk through the giant glass window. Gigi was still going through the file and seeing if she could find anything on Crystal Methyd. This caused the two in the staff room to simultaneously take sips of their coffee, with soft smiles emerging. “Speaking of love, how are you and-”

�� “Rock? Didn’t work out. She moved back to San Francisco for work and we both agreed a long-distance relationship wouldn’t be the best for our mental health. We both agreed to stay friends though!” Jaida smiled at her friend who put a hand on her shoulder.

“Shall I start adopting you a cat? So you can start your long life as a crazy cat lady?” this exact comment is what made Jaida leave the staff room and go start heading to work.

Symone chugged the last of her coffee before sitting down at her desk and logging in on her computer. As much as she loved working at a matchmaking office, helping people get their happily ever after, it kinda made her see how lonely she truly is. Maybe she should put her application in to find someone, that could easily be a solution.

“Head in the clouds hun?” The sweet voice of Olivia Lux whistled through Symone’s ears breaking her trance. She turned to face her coworker, a smirk on her face as she was met with a naïve joyful smile. “Mik and I picked up donuts before work and I just wanted to offer you one.” Olivia stuck the pink box in her hand out to Symone.

Maybe a donut will help clear her head, She smiled as she grabbed a Boston crème out of the box. “Thanks, Liv, I don’t know how you can stay so happy all the time.” Symone chuckled as she took a bite of the donut, turning her focus back up to the girl in front of her.

“Well I know it’s the fact we’ve got someone new joining the team today.” This exact comment is what caused Symone to almost choke on her donut, as well as catching the attention of the whole office. Everyone flocked to Symone’s desk like a bunch of seagulls around a piece of bread.

“Someone new?” Jackie emerged from her executive office, approaching the small group that’s now crowded around Symone’s desk “Raja didn’t say anything about someone new.”

“Well, Raja, Mik, Brooke, and I picked her up from the airport last night or this morning. Time is very confusing.” Olivia looked around at everyone surrounding her. “Donut?” She lifted the box, offering it to those around her.

Everyone started whispering about the new hire; it was rare to get a new hire at Cupid’s Kiss, so everyone was naturally curious. Olivia turned to Mik, who gave her an encouraging thumbs-up. “All I know is her name is Nicky and she’s from France.”

“She’s like a model, some friend of Brooke,” Mik spoke up to be the focus off of his girlfriend.

“Who’s a model? Cause I don’t remember paying you all to stand around to chat about some model” A voice came from the back of the group causing almost everyone to jump facing the owner of Cupid’s Kiss, Raja Gemini. “Come on guys, we’ve got happily ever after's to make.” She laughed as everyone dispersed from Symone’s desk to their desks or the staff room.

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“Nicky, we’ll be late.” Brooke reapplied her red lip as she watched the other girl stumble out of the other bathroom in her apartment. She sighed before adjusting Nicky’s cardigan. “I told you that you didn’t have to dress fancy.”

“Yes, you did. But I want to make a good impression.” She looked up at the Canadian before reaching over her grabbing the car keys from behind Brooke. Nicky quickly spun around as she left the apartment “come on, I’m driving.”

“In hell, you aren’t!” Brooke chased after her friend. “You don’t even have your American driver’s license. I’m driving Salope.” She laughed as she motioned for her friend to drop her keys in her hands.

Reluctantly Nicky hands the jeep’s keys back to Brooke. “I’m surprised you have yours, Chienne.” She huffed as the two entered the elevator.

“I came here after we graduated from Visages. Worked with the New York City Ballet for three years, that’s where I met Sahara. Then we had an accident in the theatre, which crushed my ankle. And then Sahara’s ex-fiancé got me this job.” Brooke’s tone was kinda embarrassed and serious. She never really felt comfortable talking about ballet with anyone except Nicky, who noticed the posture shift. “ A lot of people died…. I got out lucky. I miss Sahara, I miss Kennedy, I miss all the girls.”

The rest of the elevator ride was dead silent. Nicky didn’t know how to respond, she just put a hand on Brooke’s shoulder. “But you’ve got me. And that’s not changing, I promise.” Brooke gave a soft smile to her friend, Nicky surprisingly knew what to say to make her feel better.

She chuckled as Nicky squeezed her hand letting her know it was okay. “That comment isn’t going to get me to allow you to drive my car.” She laughed as they entered the parkade

“Va te faire foutre, connasse (Fuck you, bitch)” Nicky smiled as she flipped Brooke off, chasing her to the jeep.

“You know you Europeans drive on the wrong side of the road!”

“And? You Americans use the wrong temperature.”

“I’m Canadian!”

“You are living in America, so you are American.” Nicky laughed as she watched Brooke start to drive the jeep out of the parkade. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in years, her best friend made her feel like that.

The car ride was interesting, definitely not like Paris. Very much a slower and angrier drive, Brooke cursed the taxis around them at least ten times in the first five minutes they were on the road. When Nicky said the car ride was slower than Paris, she meant as slow as a snail in molasses in -40 degrees temperatures.

So when traffic came to the 4th stall in ten minutes, she thought it would be a good spot to ask Brooke something. And to possibly stop Brooke from ramming the taxi in front of them. “Brooke?”

Trying to hide her obvious road rage, Brooke slapped a smile on before turning to her friend in the passenger seat. “Yes, my dear?” Her tone was though still sweet, was still filled with anger.

“Do you think the others will like me?” This question almost made her laugh. Was Nicky serious? Of course, the others would like her, this group was the most accepting group Brooke knew. She knew for certain they’d like her.

“Ms. Nicolette Doll,” Nicky cringed at the use of her full first name. Brooke knew only to use it when she was either mad at Nicky or teasing Nicky. “You are a gorgeous French model with a heart of fucking gold. you wish for everyone you meet to succeed, even if you have a fucking hard shell. Trust me, they’ll love you.” She smiled as she cupped Nicky’s face “I mean look at Liv and Mik, they adored you when they first saw you. Hell Raja even let me fly you in just so you could work with us. So if anyone has an issue with you, they can suck my ice-cold Canadian ass.”

Nicky was almost brought to tears, with how protective her friend was. The words of confidence resonated with her, as a soft smile fell on her face. She was kind of a loss of words so she just squeezed Brooke’s hand, letting her know thank you. Brooke understood the sign and gave a soft squeeze back, “now I gotta make a call, looks like we’re going to be running late because SOMEONE DRIVES SLOWER THAN A MOOSE IN -40 DEGREES IN NUNAVUT!” And with that Brooke went back to cursing out traffic.

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“Look if we can get the mom in rehab before the trial next month it’ll look like she’s willing to fix herself without any court-mandated therapy.” Lagoona huffed as she tossed two files on her legal partners’ desks. Jan stopped spinning in her to get a look at the papers, she looked up at Lagoona slightly confused.

“You think she’ll willingly do that?” Jan asked as she flipped through the file, she was meant with a shrug in return. Lagoona was about to open her mouth before she was cut off.

“It’s the only way she’ll get any form of fucking custody over the kids.” Rosé said as she entered the main office three coffees in hand, passing them out to the other two girls before sitting down at her desk. “Jan, you’re still in contact with Brita?” She asked with a tone as if she already knew the answer. The brunette nodded still slightly confused, looking between the blonde and redhead.

“Good, give her a call. I’m sure she and Ms. Widow should be able to take the mom.” Lagoona nodded before starting to type a number in her desk phone as well, “I’ll call the mom. See if she can come down so we can explain the situation. Rosie-“

“I’ll get the paperwork done as usual.” Rosé smiled as she cut her friend off giving a small salute to her friend across the room. The three shared a nod before splitting up to do their separate tasks.

Rosé knew the routine, get the paperwork ready for when the client agreed. She had it down to a science at this point, she could almost get it done in 2 minutes, depending on if the printer wanted to jam or not. She quickly logged into the computer and had the file selected ready to click print till her phone scared the shit out of her “Fuck!” She watched as the file started to duplicate and duplicate and duplicate.

Begrudgingly she grabbed the phone off the desk placing it on her shoulder and under one ear. So she could fight the computer while taking the phone call. “Bloo Sport and McCorkell family law. Hope to bring a voice to the voiceless, I’m Rosé how can I help you….Brooke, please tell me you didn’t total another taxi….Because it’s happened at least seven times now… don’t you have your boss’s phone number so you can call her yourself?… there’s something called voice mail… NO, I AM NOT GOING OVER TO YOUR SCAM AGENCY!… it is and you know it… throw in an actual picture of a fucking moose this time AND NOT one you found online, then I’ll do it… you owe me Hytes. Bye.” Rosé huffed as she hung up the phone turning to the other two, both very confused by the conversation.

“Rosie, everything okay?” Jan tilted her as she approached her friend. She grabbed the chocolates on her desk and placed them on Rosé’s desk before backing away cautiously, almost like she had just placed food in front of a dangerous animal.

Rosé pulled her head out of her hands locking eyes with Jan, whose smile turned to fear. “Jan, you wanna go across the hall and let them know Brooke and Nicky got stuck in traffic?” Rosé watched as her friend nodded excitedly already writing down what Rosé had said getting ready to leave the office. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

And within seconds Jan was out of the office. Lagoona placed an arm on Rosé’s monitor as they watched the door swing, “you know she just wants an excuse to see the cute girls.” She looked down at the now smirking Rosé.

“Exactly that’s why I sent her.” She let out a soft laugh before turning back to the blonde beside her. “I’ll get you that paperwork in just a sec”

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Don’t Wanna Lose It | Mikko Rantanen

Summary Request: Write something about Mikko!!! Maybe something angsty/ sth about signing his contract. Words: 2k Note: If I suffer, you all suffer. I listened to Afterglow by Taylor Swift and Mirrors by Justin Timberlake while writing this. I should probably edit more but I can’t because it makes me sad. Enjoy.

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It’s excruciating, to see Mikko so down.

You’re trying not to stare at him from the other side of the kitchen, but you’re failing. At least Mikko won’t see you stare, because he’s keeping his eyes fixed on the floor.

There’s something about the hunch in his shoulders, the lack of excitement in his eyes, the tight set of his jaw. It hurts you, hurts you deep in your bones and your soul, and you want nothing more than to lift his spirits, to hold him and never let him go.

You can’t really do that. You lost that right when you messed it all up.

That night, two weeks ago, and you made a big thing out of a little thing and everything went wrong. Because of a misunderstanding. Because he’d said the wrong thing and you thought there was a reason to attack, because you blew everything out of proportion.

Contract talks had been weighing heavy on Mikko, and you knew it, too. You understood why he stayed in Finland, during it all, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him so much you could barely sleep at night.

Sometimes, you went over to his flat, used the key he gave you for emergencies and curled up in his bed. In the beginning that helped. But after the first two months it had stopped smelling like him; not even his apartment bore any trace of him, and suddenly it was just another building.

You talked, sure, through calls, facetime, texts, snapchat. It’s not the same, and it’s easier, to misinterpret things, when you can’t see someone, when their tone of voice is morphed through miles and miles of distance.

That’s where it went wrong.

“I’m just bored, here,” Mikko said through the phone. You could hear the frustration ringing clear through his voice, but you didn’t know what to do to get rid of it. “I have no one to skate with. I don’t have you. I just have my parents’ dog, and he doesn’t even really like me.”

“You should come visit me in Denver,” you blurted out.

It was such a dumb idea.

The line stayed silent, and then, quietly, “I don’t think I can.”

And there it was, that feeling of hot, burning anger, in the pit of your stomach. The sneer in your voice, when you spoke.

“Why? I’m pretty sure you don’t need a contract to see your girlfriend.”

You had no right to be so annoyed, but it was a lot to handle for you, too. It’s not like Mikko’s decision affected only him; you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in months.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” he said, and now he sounded exhausted, which wasn’t much better than frustrated. “I can’t go there until I can play hockey again. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Can’t, or won’t?” you snapped, and when he stayed quiet you knew the answer to that.

And that had been that. He hung up a little later, since you were no longer really participating in the conversation. No big fight, no big explosion, but a deep settled upsetting feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t get rid of the following days.

So you punished him the way you knew would hurt him the most; with silence. There was nothing that would get to Mikko like you ignoring him, nothing he hated more. You didn’t answer his phone calls, his texts begging you to talk to him. In fact, you didn’t talk much to anyone, pretty much lived like an island.

And he’d taken the hint. He stopped calling.

So you were hurting even more. Because you were mad, and frustrated, and upset, and missing him, and now pretty sure you ruined it forever. Now you’re pretty sure even if he comes back to Denver, you won’t be seeing him.

You knew what you needed to do, you just didn’t know how.

Until there really was only one option left, and you got on the plane.

And now, after a lot of hours cramped up in an airplane seat, you’re standing in Mikko’s kitchen in Finland, and he’s standing next to the counter, arms crossed and eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

It’s early morning, in Finland, even though your jetlag tells you it’s time to sleep. The morning light is almost ultraviolet, seeping in through the kitchen windows, and Mikko looks almost angelic, with his light blond hair and bright blue eyes.

Everything in you screams to go to him, hug him, kiss him.

You tell yourself you can’t.

When he opened the door his eyes had widened almost comically. He’d muttered your name, reached out for you, then stopped himself. It hurt. Not just that he wasn’t touching you, but mostly because you could see that he is hurt. More than you’ve ever seen him before, even after they got kicked out of the playoffs.

And now you have to fix it, but it’s hard, to talk, when everything inside of you is screaming.

“This is all on me,” you hear yourself say, and it’s almost like your voice is coming from outside; you’re not sure you’re sounding like yourself, but at least Mikko looks up, a little unsure, but at you, for sure.

That gives you the power to move on.

“It’s all me, in my head. I know I’m the one that fucked this up. But I need you to know that that’s not what I meant, Mikko. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to make you choose. I was upset, and I lashed out at you, and that’s not fair. You didn’t.. you didn’t deserve that.”

You swallow, try to focus on Mikko, if only to stop yourself from crying. It doesn’t work; your words end up a jumbled mess croaked out between tears.

“It’s just that I miss you, you know? It’s hard, being so far away from you. And I don’t... it’s not your fault, I know I probably just ruined everything, but I... I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t wanna do this to you, I know I need to say sorry... I’m just scared that... Just don’t go. Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mikko says, then, his voice a little rough still, but definitely awake now. “I’m trying to come home.”

Home.

You break down, at that, finally let yourself go, and to your surprise, Mikko reaches for you and lets you collapse into his arms. His breathe is warm against the side of your head and he presses you into his chest, strokes his thumb over your back.

“I always mess up,” you sob, “I don’t know why I always have to break what I love so much.”

“Hey,” Mikko chastises softly, “you didn’t break this. We’ll be just fine.”

And you need him to tell you that he’s still yours, that even when you break his heart, he’ll always just want you; but for now you’ll take what you can get, and if fine is that, that’s enough.

“Am sorry I didn’t come to see you,” Mikko mumbles, and that’s when you pull back.

“No,” you try to sound stern, “you’re not allowed to take the blame now. Of course you can’t go to Denver now, Mik, I get that. I was just selfish, and I missed you, and everything sucks without you there. But that didn’t mean I had the right to hurt your feelings like that. That’s my fault. I take the blame for that.”

“Yeah,” Mikko admits, “but this is hard for you too, and I didn’t really think about that. I just thought about what it means for me, but you’re part of my life, and I know anything that happens in your life affects me, so I should’ve realized that this contract stuff affects you, too.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about the contract,” you sniff. “I just want to have you with me.”

Mikko chuckles. “Well, you do now. I can’t believe you flew to Finland.”

You give him a wry smile. “I need to say sorry, that I hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” he repeats his earlier words. “I still love you. Even when you lose your mind.”

His voice is teasing and you smack his arm for good measure, but then you press up on your tippy toes and kiss him.

And that finally feels like coming home.

It’s not until much later, when you’re tangled in the sheets, a mess of naked limbs and soft sunlight through the creak in the curtains, that Mikko brings it up again.

“I want to be in Denver, you know,” he says softly. His index finger has been tracing slow circles on your lower back, but now the movement stills. “Those guys, they’re like, my brothers. And I love the city, and the fans. And you...” He pauses. “I don’t know what I’d do if I had to move away from you.”

“You won’t,” you tell him; a promise you can’t make. He grunts, knows it too; appreciates the sentiment, anyway.

“I don’t wanna lose it, what I build there.” Mikko sighs. “It’s a good thing I have an agent, because I would sign for league min if it meant I could go home today.”

You reach out and thread your fingers through his hair; he hums in content, closes his eyes.

“You’ll be back in Colorado,” you repeat. You have to say it. You have to believe it. There’s not really another option, not if you don’t wanna lose it, again.

“But what if...” Mikko starts, but you interrupt him. That’s not a sentence you’re willing to let him finish, because that’s not a thought you’re willing to entertain.

“Then we’ll figure that out later. I’m not losing you.” You try to smile at him, although you’re pretty sure he’s gonna look straight through you. “If we can survive my random self sabotaging outbursts, we can survive moving to a different city. But I’m telling you, we won’t have to. I think if they don’t sign you soon Gabe is gonna lock Sakic and your agent in a supply closet until they’ve got it figured it.”

At the mention of his captain, Mikko’s eyes brighten.

“You believe that?”

And yes, you do. Mostly because you have to. But also because anyone in their right mind would do whatever it takes to have Mikko there.

“I believe it,” you whisper. “We’re not losing what we have. I might lose my mind every now and then, but...”

“But we won’t lose us,” Mikko adds, and well...

You look at him, at his bright blue eyes in the darkness, the truth in them as he looks at you with love. And you know you might mess up again; that’s something that’s a part of you, that ugly little monster called insecurity, that makes you lash out and hurt those you love.

But you also know you’ll always keep fighting for this, for him.

Because no matter what NHL team he ends up playing for - although it better be the Avs - he’s the one you want beside you, no matter where it is, he’s a part of you, and that’s something that doesn’t happen all the time.

Something worth holding on to.

And you’re not gonna lose it.

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