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writingmingyu · 1 year

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Facetime with Mingyu

Pairings: Mingyu x afab reader Summary: You sent Mingyu some lingerie pictures and he decided pictures weren't enough, so he's decided to give you a call... Genre: Smut, minors DNI Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, use of sex toys, lots of dirty talk, use of pet names, praise kink Word count: ~2.8k

Author’s Note: I got the idea for this months ago and I've finally sat down to write it! So hope you enjoy! x

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"Hello?" You answer the Facetime request from Mingyu.

"Good, you're still in the lingerie," Mingyu replied. You can see him walking down a hallway and entering a room.

"So you liked the pictures?" You smirked.

"You know I always love your pictures," You were bored and Mingyu had been gone for far too long, you had to show him what he was missing.

“What are you up to?”

“Just got back to the hotel room, thought I’d call to see your pretty face, and you’re pretty underwear up close.”

“You could zoom in on the photos you know,”

“It’s not the same, so pan down. Show me.”

You do as you’re told, moving your phone slowly down your body and back up to your face. “Happy?”

“Show me more,”

“How much more?”

“All of you,”

“Give me a sec,” you get off the bed to find somewhere to prop your phone up so Mingyu can see your full figure. You take your time undressing, using slow movements to tease him, enjoying the fact that he was halfway across the world and couldn’t do anything to speed up your pace.

“Is it the internet that’s slow or are you genuinely trying to kill me?” Mingyu asks, shifting in his seat.

“I’m running this show, you have to accept my pace,” you say over your shoulder as you drop your bra to the floor.

“You’d better turn around and show me those perky tits of yours.” Mingyu practically growls as you lift a leg to unhook your garter belt from your stocking.

“Patience, baby,” you smirk rolling the stocking down your leg. You remove both your stockings before slowly turning around to face your phone again, Mingyu’s face close to the camera waiting in anticipation.

You hear him moan as you lean down close to the camera to remove your panties, blowing Mingyu a kiss before you straighten up so he could see you fully exposed.

“God I wish I was there,” Mingyu groans. “I just want to touch you all over, claim you, make you mine.”

“I already am yours,” You say, lifting the phone again to your face.

“I wasn’t done looking,” Mingyu pouts.

“I just wanna see your face, I miss you too ya know.”

“That’s not why you sent those photos and you know it. You wanted me to squirm, to turn me on, make my cock hard.”

“Is it?” You ask, batting your eyes innocently.

“You know it is,”

“Show me,”

Mingyu moves to prop the camera up so he can sit back, he removed his shirt slowly, teasing you back as he exposes his muscular chest. He then reaches for the buttons on his jeans and undoes them before hooking his fingers into his waistband and lifting his waist to pull them down. His cock springing free and landing against his abdomen, his eyes on you and as your mouth opens hungrily.

“You should close your mouth baby, don’t want you catching flies.” Mingyu smirks.

You close your mouth and lie back on the bed, “So now what?”

“Open your toy drawer, what have we got to play with today?” Mingyu asks bringing his phone back to his face.

“You wanna play?” You ask, blushing. You were used to having phone sex with Mingyu, he was away a lot and you had to be creative but this was the first time you were on Facetime, usually, you just talked, it was different if he could really see what you were actually doing.

“Well, I guess I could just put my clothes back on and we could watch a movie or something but that seems like a waste.”

“It does,” you bite your lip thinking about his cock standing proud against his stomach. You flip your phone camera around and open your bedside drawer to show Mingyu you’re toy collection. It was a small collection, but Mingyu had added to it over time, he was always bringing home fun things to try in the bedroom.

“Take a vibrator and a dildo, maybe some lube if you need it.” You lift the items from the drawer and set them down on the nightstand. “You should probably get a tripod too, I want to see all of you.”

You disappear to find a tripod and have to do some fiddling to set it up at a good angle. Mingyu stays silent on his end as he watches you setting up, he would never complain about getting a good view of your breasts as you adjust the tripod.

“Is this good?” You ask, moving back onto the bed.

“Looks great,”

“I can’t see you as well though,” you complain.

“You don’t need to baby, this part is all for me. You’ll get to see all you need to very soon.”

“You promise you won’t touch yourself ‘til then?”

“I’ll do my best,”

“You’d better,” you warn, spreading your legs to give Mingyu a view of your core.

“There’s my pretty girl, give your pussy a little stroke for me, and go slow.” You lift your hand and do as you’re told, your fingers trailing up and down your slit and over your clit. “Are you wet for me yet baby?”

“I’m getting there,” you say leaning into your touch.

“Work your clit a bit more, I want to see your pussy glistening for me.”

You move your fingers to your clit, rubbing in small circles and letting out a moan at the sensation. You spread your legs wider to give Mingyu a better view.

“God you look go good right now baby, you’re making me so hard. I want you to take two fingers and slowly push them into your core. Show me how wet you are.”

You move your hand lower, inserting your index and middle finger into your pussy, you begin to move them in and out of you, creating the friction your body was yearning for.

It takes a minute before you realise that Mingyu is calling your name, you freeze in motion to look up at your phone. “Having fun?” Mingyu asks when he gets your attention.

“Just getting carried away,” you mumble before removing your fingers and sitting up. “As you can see though, very wet.” You bring your fingers close to the screen.

“Yep, soaking. Looks like you’re in desperate need of a cock to fill that pretty pussy right up. Lie back down, take that dildo and line it up with your core. But don’t you dare insert it until I say, got it?”

“Yes, Mingyu.” You say getting into position.

“You promise to listen to my voice? I don’t want you getting too carried away or there will be consequences.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good, because you’re driving me nuts and I haven’t even touched myself once.”

“Really?” You say in disbelief. You’d never known your boyfriend to show any kind of self-restraint before.

“I’m being good for you, now be good for me.”

"Yes sir," you say lying back and rubbing the dildo along your slit, just like Mingyu would do with his cock if he was there, wetting it before lining it back up with your entrance.

"Just the tip," Mingyu says, his cock twitching in anticipation.

You moan as you insert the tip of the dildo into you. Your walls clenching already at it, wanting more.

"That's it, take it slow."

"Mmm Mingyu," you gasp as you push the toy further into you, slowly adjusting to the size of it.

"Fuck I wish I was that deep inside you baby, how's it feel?"

"Good, not as good as you."

"Nothing ever is, sweetheart. Keep your movements slow, I wanna see you writhing for me."

You begin to move the dildo in and out of you, slow movements which make you gasp and moan at the absence of the toy and reentrance. Your free hand pinching at your nipples and groping your breasts.

"You're doing so good baby, you're making me leak precum everywhere. God, I wish I could touch you, tease you. Grab that vibrator, I think your clit needs some attention."

You reach over for the other toy and flick it on. Reaching down to press it to your clit. "Fuck Gyu," you moan arching off the bed at the sensation.

"Are you getting close?"

"Yes," you breathe out, increasing the pace of the vibrator, your hips moving in time for more friction. "Please can I cum?"

"Not yet, I need more of a show, get up. Bend over."

You reluctantly stop what you're doing to reposition. Putting the base of the dildo on the bed and hovering over it, your back to the phone. "Is this a good angle?"

"Perfect,"

You waste no time sinking back down onto the toy and riding it, bringing the vibrator back towards your clit.

"That's it, baby, show me how'd you'd ride that cock."

Mingyu's words spur you on, you begin to move faster, moaning his name as you imagine him beneath you, his cock inside you, his hands on your hips.

"I'm gonna cum!" You gasp out, feeling the familiar feeling build in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes, princess, cum for me. Let me see you cum all over that cock."

His words have you coming undone. You ride out the high, feeling your cum dripping down onto the bed sheets and leaning into the vibrator on your clit.

"Keep going, don't stop riding," Mingyu commands.

You keep going, your thighs burning and feeling weak, your body feeling extra sensitive from the vibrator but you knew if Mingyu was there he would be using it relentlessly on you driving you wild with overstimulation.

When you feel you're going to combust you stop moving, slowly raising yourself up and off the dildo, turning the vibrator off and collapsing down on the bed.

"You doing okay?" Mingyu asks, concern in his voice.

You nod, slowly sitting up and reaching for some tissues to clean yourself up a bit before grabbing a robe and your phone.

"How you feeling?" Mingyu says once you're settled.

"Good, haven't cum like that in a while."

"Just wait til I get home, I'll have you seeing stars ‘til next week."

You laugh, "How are you doing? Is your cock holding up?"

Mingyu pans his phone down to show you his lower half, his torso covered in a light film of precum and his cock twitching. "He's doing his best,"

"You really didn't touch yourself the whole time?"

"I definitely wanted to but I know you like to watch,"

You blushed, truth be told you did enjoy seeing Mingyu jerk himself off to you. It was usually before he fucked you, he would watch you play with yourself before he jumped in. There was something so sexy about seeing the lust in his eyes as he watched you, and how he worked himself up.

"I'm ready," you say leaning back into your pillows.

"Guide me, baby, I need your help."

"Place your hand on the base of your cock, move slowly up to the tip and use your thumb to spread that precum around."

You watch as Mingyu sets his phone up so you can see his whole body and does as he's told, he's controlled and moans at his own touch. Keeping his eyes locked on yours through the screen.

"Your cock looks so good Gyu," you praise him. "I'd love to be there right now and wrap my lips around it."

Mingyu grunts in response, his hand moving back down his shaft and up again at a slow pace. "Would you take me the whole way into that pretty little mouth of yours?"

"You know I would, teasing your tip with my tongue."

"That's a good girl,"

"Want me to show you how I'd do it?"

"God yes,"

You grab the dildo you used earlier and brought it to your lips, making sure to keep eye contact with your phone as you began to take it into your mouth.

"You're driving me crazy," Mingyu hisses, the grip on himself tightening as he imagines your head in his lap. "Can I pick up the pace?"

You pull back from the dildo and nod. "Just a little,"

"Only a little?"

"Well, I guess I can't stop you if you wanted to cum. You've been so patient but I'm having fun."

Mingyu continues to stroke his length, slower than he would have liked but he wanted to please you. You followed his instructions, it was only fair he followed yours.

"Tell me more about what you'd do to me if you were here," Mingyu says, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"I’d be sitting on your lap, kissing your neck, riding your thigh, my hand on your big hard dick.” You say, watching Mingyu moan at the picture. “I’d be soaking your thigh with how wet I was, begging to ride you.”

“I would kill to feel your pussy around me around now.”

“I’d be straddling you, lining you up with my entrance, before sinking down on you, taking my time, adjusting to how big you are.” Mingyu’s hand moves in time with your words, starting at the tip he sinks down, murmuring your name.

“Are you touching yourself?” He asks.

“Maybe,”

“Do it,”

You’d gotten yourself worked up again with your words and the sight of him getting himself off so you grab your dildo again, moaning at the sensation as your body welcomes it in again.

“Fuck, I need you to speed this up, I’m gonna cum.” Mingyu says, his strokes getting faster.

“So soon?” You gasp as you begin moving your dildo at the same pace as Mingyu’s moving his hand. Trying to focus on the task at hand but also feeling your orgasm building again.

“Talk to me, I need to hear your voice.”

“Oh Mingyu, I need you, want you to fill this pussy up real good. Need you to cum for me, inside me, all over me, claim me.” You whine.

“That’s it, baby.” Mingyu begins thrusting up into his hand, images of you splayed out in front of him ready for his cock running through his head.

"Fuck Gyu, cock feels so good, gonna make me cum. Cum with me, need to see that cum." Your hips begin moving in time with Mingyu's, wanting to meet his cock, the toy you're using hitting your G spot.

Your words send Mingyu over the edge, he curses under his breath as his cock pulses in his hand, covering himself in his own cum. You continue to work at yourself chasing your own high and coming undone, Mingyu’s name on your lips.

“Careful not to drop your phone,” Mingyu’s voice brings you back to reality.

“I’ve got it,” you say removing your toy and sitting up.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he says voice serious. “I’m a mess.”

“That makes two of us,” you smile, feeling proud of yourself for working Mingyu up into such a state. You’d never seen him like this before, his cock limp and his torso glistening in cum. He never came on himself, he usually had a towel or something nearby or he would be coming on you.

“If you were here I’d be making you clean this up.” He stands to grab a towel to clean himself up.

“If I was there you wouldn’t be a mess, I would be,”

“That’s true,” he mused, sitting back down and lifting his phone.

“So when will you be home?”

“I’m cutting my trip short and catching the next flight home.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am, this was torture, I need to touch you, smell you, be with you.”

“Sleep on it, okay?” You missed Mingyu too but you didn’t want him to get fired for skipping out on his business trip.

“Fine,” he sighed, “always the voice of reason.”

“I’m going to go shower now, so go back to your work. I know you left when I sent you those pictures.”

“Yes ma’am, but promise to send more later?”

“We’ll see.”

“I love you,”

“I love you too Gyu. Now go back to work!” You hung up the phone and lay in silence for a while, already missing Mingyu’s presence. As you were cleaning up and headed to shower your phone pinged with a message, you opened it to find a photo of Mingyu in his hotel bathroom. Flexing his muscles and showing off for you.

Miss you x

Said the caption. You decided to send one back to him in a similar fashion.

Miss you more x

I’ll be back before you know it.

And you did know it because as much as long-distance with Mingyu sucked you knew he always came back. In the meantime, you’d already accepted this new Facetime venture as part of the routine, Mingyu would want to see you naked every chance he got from now on. So you made a note to go shopping for more underwear to make it worth his while. If a show was what he wanted, you were going to give it to him every time.

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harmshake · 8 months

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halloween mini fics for The Bloodline & Cody Rhodes 🎃

by Marian and Margaux (aka @iguessilikewrestlingnow, the brainchild of this post!)✨

Reader (fem/afab) x Roman, Jimmy, Jey, Cody, or Solo

Roman Reigns

"final girl" by Marian

Roman knows Halloween is your favorite holiday, so he asks you to make your relationship official on that day. Y'all have been messing around for a while, but now he's ready to be all yours.

Roman waits until nightfall after you've both finished another scary movie, Scream 2 watching y'all instead of y'all watching it as you snuggle up at his side on his sofa in the dark in your fave, oversized and comfy sweater and leggings. His arm is snug around your waist as he plants a kiss atop your head and mumbles, "I love spendin' time with you like this. I hope you know you're the only woman I spend this much time with. Hell, you're the only woman I spend time with, period."

"Really?" you ask, a bit incredulously because last you checked, Roman was a big, pretty beast of a man who could have any woman he wanted.

He then grabs your chin with his fingertips and gently tilts your face up so your eyes lock together. "Yes, really. And I want it to stay like that. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Your heart does a little flip at his sweet question, but you already know your answer. "Yes, I will be your girlfriend," you say with a timid smile before he kisses your smile with his own. As he pulls away, you can't help but ask, "You sure you ready to be all mine?"

"As sure as you get scared two minutes into every movie we've watched," Roman teases you. Then a slightly serious glint shines in his deep brown eyes before he adds, "You're all I want, Y/N. All the time."

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Jimmy Uso

"party favors" by Marian

Jimmy's your boyfriend of six months and you're going strong but you still have your own places. However, he often ends up at your house as, in his words, "you cook better than him, your bed is warmer, and you throw fun parties all the time."

Which you had to admit was true. You especially liked to have little get-togethers when the holidays rolled around. And with Halloween coming up, you were planning a cute evening of fright and delight with your man and mutual friends.

You made Jimmy your helper and he was excited to do whatever you needed for the Halloween party since it was his and your fave holiday.

"Babe, can you pick up a few bags of candy, plates, cups, and stuff?" you asked him early in the afternoon before the party was set to kick-off around seven. He brought his hand to his head with a salute to you and made you giggle.

"I got you, baby. What colors? Orange, black? What kinda candy?" Jimmy asked as he came up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder as you stood at your kitchen counter to make a purple punch called "witch's brew."

"Orange and black is fine. And whatever candy you want. Just not Twizzlers." You couldn't stand licorice but you trusted he'd bring home the good stuff. "Ooh and a few decorations, like spider webs. I'm probably forgetting something so whatever else you can think of for the party, do you mind grabbing it?"

"Of course. Be back soon," he replied and kissed your cheek before he headed to the store. When he pulled up an hour later, you heard his car in your driveway but he didn't knock on your door. Instead, you heard what sounded like a jet engine being revved up on your front lawn.

You rushed outside to see what in the hell that noise could be and discovered Jimmy standing in your grass with his hands on his hips as he proudly looked up at the giant, inflatable skeleton that was growing as tall as your one-story house as he blew it up with a loud ass pump.

"Um? What's this? Where are my party supplies?" you shouted over the whirring pump.

"In the car, but babe! Look what I found!" Jimmy shouted back with his big, toothy smile on his cute face. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile back because he was too damn adorable.

"Sir, all I asked for candy, cups, and spider webs. Why this?" you said as you watched the skeleton sway in the gentle, fall breeze as it towered next to your roof.

Jimmy finally shut the pump off and nearly skipped over to you like a giddy kid with their new, favorite toy as he replied with that adorable smile, "It was on sale, babe. Best purchase I made all year."

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Jey Uso

"decorations" by Margaux

Having just moved in together over the summer, you and your boyfriend, Jey, are excited to go shopping for fall decorations together.

He'd pick out seasonal frames and surprise you with the pictures he got printed to go inside. The pumpkin-shaped frame would be filled with a picture of you two pumpkin picking together; the one covered in spider webs would hold a picture of you dressed as pirates; and the apple-shaped one would be a sweet picture from when you took him apple picking for the first time in his life and he smiled like an excited little kid.

Jey would be so proud to show you the pictures he chose, and you'd love the simple but romantic gesture. He'd show off the photos to everyone that came to visit, saying things like, "Here's me and my girl at the pumpkin patch! Here's when me and my girl were all dressed up for a party!" or "And here's my girl bobbing for apples. Trust, she got that neck!"

You'd slap him on the arm because his goofy ass is too unserious…and still can't remember the difference between apple picking and bobbing for apples. He's gorgeous but there's not a single thought behind those pretty brown eyes.

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Cody Rhodes

"the corn maze" by Margaux

You and your boyfriend, Cody, are spending the day at a fall festival with your friend, Maxwell, and his girlfriend. Before heading home, you decide to do one more activity: the corn maze. It was advertised as the festival's biggest and best one yet, and you were determined to find out how true that was. At the second fork in the path, Maxwell proposes a race.

With a flip of his scarf, he exclaims, "I bet we'll get out first, Mr. Nightmare!"

Grabbing your hand, Cody responds with "Oh, it's on, Friedman. Let's go, babe."

You and Cody head left while Maxwell and his girl go right. The left path is straightforward and clear…until it all starts to look suspiciously familiar. You try again, but end up right back where you first noticed something was off. Realizing you'd gotten turned around multiple times along the way, you suggest taking a break to evaluate the situation. Cody tries to mentally rewalk the path to figure out where you'd gone wrong, but you decide to brush away some corn husks on the ground and sit down.

"I think we had to turn right at th -"

"Cody? Come here."

Always the obliging boyfriend, Cody comes to your side and sits, putting his arm around you before continuing to explain his thought process while gesturing with the other hand. You loved when he took control of situations and couldn't help but stare as he talked you through his ideas. He notices the look in your eye and grins, taking your face in his hands and giving you soft yet passionate kisses before slipping his tongue between your lips. You take advantage of his first move, your hands now on his chest and unbuttoning his shirt as he continues to kiss you. Suddenly, he pulls away, looking at the sky.

"Okay, maybe we should call for help now. It's getting dark."

"What's the rush?" you respond, reaching out to touch his face. He leans into your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before taking both of your hands in his own and saying, "Don't worry, beautiful. I'll give you what you want…just not in the middle of this dark, abandoned corn maze."

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"scary movie (feat. Jey)" by Margaux

With about an hour left in your workday, you sat at your desk mindlessly doodling. Your phone buzzed and you glanced over to see it light up with a text in your group chat with your two best friends, Jey and Cody. It was Cody asking, "Movies tonight? 👀" Picking up your phone, you respond with, "I'm in," and by the time you put it down, Jey has responded saying he's good, too.

Three hours later, you're sitting in the theater between the two men, sharing snacks and laughs as you wait for the movie to start. You're not a huge fan of horror movies, but it was the week before Halloween and the boys outnumbered you, so they decided they wanted to see Nightmare on Elm Street, back in theaters just for the season.

As the lights dim, Jey leans over and whispers, "boo!," causing you to suck your teeth and smack him as Cody laughs. You're trying to enjoy the movie, but as soon as the first scary moment happens, you jump and instinctively reach to your right to grab Cody's knee, not realizing his hand was resting there. You'd always sort of felt chemistry with both men but no one ever acted on it for fear of damaging your great dynamic.

However, when your hand is on his in the dark, Cody doesn't miss the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours, cheeks suddenly flushed. He glances your way and you share a sweet smile before turning your attention back to the movie.

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Solo Sikoa

"the apple orchard (feat. Jimmy & Jey)" by Marian

You've always wanted to visit an apple orchard during fall to pick fresh fruit and fill a cute, woven basket with red apples to caramelize, make pies, and anything tasty with.

Your close friend, Solo, and his brothers, Jimmy and Jey, tagged along with you to make it a group event as Solo said he was curious what your apple pie would taste like since he'd never known you to be a baker the two years you've been buddies.

And as the four of you strolled along the orchard, the sun was hiding behind the clouds, making the air colder as a crisp breeze pushed by and made the sweet smells of apples tickle your noses. Solo walked alongside you as you swung your basket already full of apples, but you wanted a couple more to give away to a few friends.

"That one looks big and juicy," you said as you stared up at the swollen, red fruit a few feet above your head.

"Big and juicy, huh?" Jimmy snickered over your shoulder and Jey tittered, too, like two children. They had the same sense of humor as them, as well, and it made you and Solo roll your eyes.

"Yup...but I can't...reach it," you huffed as you jumped into the air to swipe the apple from its limb and failed. You were just too short.

"Need a lift?" Solo asked quietly with his hands tucked on either side of his chest. You glanced at him with a coy smile and nodded, making him unfold his arms and tentatively place his hands on your waist.

Those hands were strong, too, as he effortlessly hoisted you up off your feet to give you the extra height to snatch your prized apple. You knew Solo was strong since he was a wrestler, but it didn't stop the surprised squeak that tumbled from your lips from his huge, warm hands clamped on you...and your boobs pressed to his chest for a very quick moment.

"What was that noise?" Jey asked you with a knowing smirk. Jimmy imitated the sound and they made each other giggle again as your cheeks felt hot with embarrassment. You looked over at Solo who looked just as red as you, his big, brown eyes darting away from yours.

Not too long after, the four of you headed out of the orchard, Solo's twin brothers hugging you each goodbye and hopping into their truck while you and your friend climbed into Solo's car. The ride to your house where he'd drop you off was mostly silent, but that silence was warm and fuzzy, something new to you. It made your skin tingle when he did pipe up to speak with his deep, pretty, raspy voice. And it made your heart skip a beat when his soft fingers accidentally brushed the back of your hand when you both reached for the dial to turn up the heat.

You wondered if Solo felt it, too...

But as you scooped up your apple harvest from the car floor and opened the door, Solo simply said goodbye as you started to get out.

"Um, hol' up, Y/N," he suddenly blurted when you had one foot on the ground. You turned your head to look at him in his handsome face that slightly twisted with...nerves?

"What's up?" you asked softly.

"Do you wanna...hang out a lil longer? Unless you're busy...I kinda wanna see you fumble your way through this pie recipe," Solo teased but the little quiver in his voice before he licked his lips let you know there was something in his words he didn't say but wanted to...

"I'd like that. But don't sleep on my baking skills. Watch this be the best pie you've ever tasted," you teased back, your cheeks warm again. He held your basket for you now as he followed you to your front door, standing behind you as you unlocked it.

You could hear the grin in Solo's luscious voice as he replied, "I can't wait to find out."

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Thanks for reading! 🧡

Hey, my first writing collab! Shout to my girl, Margaux, for coming up with this lovely idea and most of the writing prompts! 💖 you.

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vexation-816 · 1 month

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Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

Byxell. I know this is you but I gonna still answer this question notheless.

Anyways my opinion on my mutuals. Well where do I start?

@rabid-mercenary16

Firstly, there's the 'Greyscale Jester' Rabid. One of the first people that Ive interacted on here. She's a comedic, funny, creative, and an enjoyable person to talk to in general. When I first started on here I didn't think I would get noticed with my art but I started drawing out her characters and her and Glitchy being one of the first people to like my stuff. In the beginning I was honestly happy that people were liking the stuff I posted and shared on here. She and the others are just a big reminder to me of how I matter and just a funny person to be around I really to the bottom of my heart appreciate them for that. You're an amazing person Rabid. Don't you ever forget that.

@moshieee

Secondly, there's the adhd buddy of mine Moshie. Who cannot like this lovable person. They're one of the second traditional artists that Ive interacted with on here and Ive just enjoyed interacting with them for this entire time. They're an absolute funny, creative and amazing person to talk to in general. Ever since we started to talk more we'd just be rambling about our characters and ideas for hours and I just love their personality overall and they've just been an inspiration for me to keep going. You're an amazing person Moshie. Don't you ever forget that.

@bunnybunnsowo

Thirdly, there's the fluffy bunny friend Bun. He's a funny and creative person to talk about ideas with and they're just funny in general. I haven't talked to them until I started doing stuff for the Mafia AU and when I first talked with them they seemed like a very kind and lovable person to talk to and Im just glad that Ive been able to be friends with them and talk with them. Your amazing Bun. Don't you ever forget that.

@unfunnyaceartist

Next there's the cuphead fanatic Ace. I honestly haven't talked to her as much but she's honestly a very nice and funny person. She's very creative with what she does and they are just an amazing person to talk to in general. She's a very comedic person to talk to about Cuphead and other topics about the game. You matter Ace and don't you ever forget that.

@bixell-pixell

Next there's the robotic pal Bixell. They're a pretty creative and chill person in general. She's pretty funny and creative when it comes to the stuff that they do. Ive done 3D Modeling in the past and Im glad I found another person that takes interest in modeling. Overall they're a cool and funny person to talk to and Im glad that Im able to talk to them.

@dia-smthidk

Now we have 'The Prince' Dia. He's a pretty comedic person to talk with and they're just very creative in general. I remember that they were one of the first few people Ive started to interact with and their AU and they are just a funny person to talk to. Even when the mood is brought down they always manage to persevere. You're an amazing person Dia. Don't forget that. Make sure to take care of yourself.

@lilithloves-you

Now we catch up to Lilith. I honestly never had the chance to talk to Lilith but from what Ive seen she's a pretty nice and funny person to talk to in general. Im sorry if there's barely anything here I just haven't been able to talk to ya but your a very amazing and creative individual and don't forget that.

@glitchyk

Im not sure if Glitch will see this but I will type one out for them anyways. She is honestly a funny, creative, nice, and overall just an amazing person in general. They were always that little voice of motivation that just encouraged me to continue with traditional art and were just there for me whenever I was having a bad day or down to my lowest. I honestly do miss them to the bottom of my heart and I hope they are doing well at the moment.

@neptunestoast

Lastly, we have the Blob, Neptune. Ive seen them around here a few times before but never gotten a chance to talk to them. But when they got invited to the Sona Mafia server they are just a wholesome, funny and creative person to talk to. When I first saw their art style I was shocked on how good it was and was just thinking 'Why is this individual so underrated?!?" But still Neptune your an amazing person dude. Don't forget that.

Im sorry if some of my writing seems repetitive. Im not the best writer out there but I genuinely mean it when I say that you all are amazing people and Im just happy that I got to be able to interact with ya'll.

To the bottom of my heart. Thank you guys for just liking the stuff Ive done and just being like rays of hope and inspiration throughout my time on here. I appreciate you guys. I really do.

#I love my friends y'all #They honestly just make my day feel better

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theo-files · 11 days

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Other than Troy, how do you think the rest of the characters would react to transfem!Abed?

ooh okay interesting!! i have a feeling this is going to be a long post because i have five characters to go through so im gonna put a break in the text here.

the easiest one for me is britta. it's shown that she gets very supportive of causes she deems important, even if that leads to her feeling like she's on a higher moral ground or just getting insanely supportive to a degree that it's a little,, uncomfortable?? i feel like she'd have the right intentions but be a little ignorant of how to actually interact with trans people, like she is with her "lesbian" friend paige. i don't doubt that a similar thing would happen with abed when she first finds out, sort of flaunting that she has a trans friend. i also think a similar thing would happen with annie, with her wanting to know the best way to be supportive and britta not having the right idea of how to do that (like when she says it's homophobic to ask questions lol. or at least insinuates that idk it's been a while since i've seen that episode).

but also, abed is her friend and if she noticed she was making abed uncomfortable she wouldn't want that to be the case. i feel like i kinda trashed her in the paragraph above, but britta is a good friend and wants to support abed, yk? basically im saying i think there'd be a bit of a learning curve for britta.

okay next up is shirley! she's very obviously religious. we see her use this as a way to guilt people a lot and also to be homophobic lol. in my opinion this would definitely apply to abed being trans too. I can vividly picture a conversation about how you should accept the body god gave you lol. but i think abed's way of dealing with this would be to,, not! she's just gonna ignore shirley while the other members try and convince her to chillax. eventually, i think she'd have to/learn to accept it. she'd bake abed cookies with the trans flag on them in frosting and they'd mutually accept it as a peace treaty.

then there's jeff. i hope you don't mind if i briefly hijack this post with a transfem jeff winger but we all watched that episode of abed's birthday, so. i think jeff would be 100% chill with it (e.g. it's her life, not mine. why should i care?) but it would also force him to think on some things (e.g. you mean you're ALLOWED to be a different gender??).

let's do annie next! youngest of the group but still slightly out of touch, i think she'd be very accepting from the get-go. maybe a little confused, but i feel like she'd buy a lot of trans pride merch for abed. she just wants her to know she has a safe space, alright?

do i even have to mention the dean? he's excited to know another queer person and very happy that said queer person is in the study group.

uhm okay. so now we've arrived to pierce. y'all remember that one episode i mentioned earlier with britta's friend paige? and how after pierce reads his whole speech someone (jeff?) says that it was oddly supportive? iirc, of course. i think that applies here, too. sorta like pierce is trying so hard to be transphobic, he loops back around to supportive? a real "you'll never be a guy" vibe, if that makes sense to anyone else.

anyways, thank you @superbluebirdgirl for the ask and sorry for how long it took for me to answer!! i honestly forgot it existed oops. hope you enjoyed it!!!

#abed nadir #transfem abed nadir #britta perry #shirley bennett #jeff winger #pierce hawthorne #dean pelton #community #🎱.asks

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animalinvestigator · 4 months

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going to...answer your birthday messages!!!! i will answer all of them that i recieved that don't contain attachments under the cut...and then, after that, will answer the ones that do seperately, so as not to clog up the dash but still special thanks people who drew me gifts..... and save them forever. thnak you all so sincerely and from the bottom of my heart, everything means more to me than i could ever say and im sorry for my tardiness!! if you sent me a message...it will be replied to here.

THANK YOU SOMUCH LOUISE!!!! you are such a treasured mutual and so kind and so glad to hear from you ...very hoping your valentines treated you well :3

CASSIDY!!! :D no such thing as barely mutauls all my mutuals are treasured friends to me.. i adore your artwork too..so it means a lot to me that you would enjoy mine...i really appreciate your birthday wishes dearly...looking forward for the chance to draw your characters again this year if you do art fight again...hehe..thank you so very mcuh and i hope your day was very well also

RACHEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!! so so so happy to hear from you i smiled so widely..it was quite a good day as far as my days go.......i hope your valentines day was wonderful too...and thank you very much for the well wishes. missing you...think about you often^w^ we should catch up sometime...!!!

GWAHHH!!! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!!! so happy to hear from you....you are so treasured than kyou for being my mutual for so long, making so many insnaley beautiful drawings for me over the years...every year when artfight rolls around..the first thing i think of..is ill be really excited if we get to do a revenge chain again...it brings me very much joy. i love drawing your characters and just adore your artwork dearly. i hope your valentines treated you well and that you're doing well!!!! (and im so sorry for blog deletey......!!! when i saw you refollowed me after i was like...ohhh no...i poured one out........but im so glad youre still here)

CERISSSSS !!!!!! WAHHH!!! HIII :D so so happy ot hear from you...thank you so much....i hope your day was wonderful too.. and that youve been doing well... we sohuld catch up and hang out sometime soon if you feel like it..miss you and think of you often.... sending lots of love...!!!!

hello anonymous stranger..thank you so much!!! and a very happy valentines to you!!!!!!! im very very touched youd like to do that i... will be looking very much forward to it and very excited to see it!!!!! but no pressure at all....thank you so much you are so very kind. take care and enjoy your drawing tme!!!!!!

ALI!!! double dipping on the birthday wishes i see...well.. THANK YOU DOUBLY MUCH!!!!!!!! been such a joy to chat with you so much this year....looking forward to chatting more and always wishing you well,thank you for always being my reliable freind!!!!!!!!! youre wonderful >:3

THANK YOU VERY MUCH NESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you are always so very kind to me, i appreciate your support so very much...take care of yourself too!!! lots of kindness happy and love sending it your way!!!! hope youre very well as..well....yess! (also, about the other half of this ask, i agree, that version of link is so particularly lovable in my memories...though i havent played TOTK...it seems his charm from BOTW has definitely been maintained..and his design looks..very cool!!!!!!)

THANK YOU SO MUCH CLAUS!!! NEVER FEAR ITS ok to be one hour late because i am many many many hours late at answering you..but im so grateful for your birthday wish.....sneding you lots of happy energy too okay...take carethank you so dearly!!!!!!!

AND THAT SHOULD BE ALL WITHOUT ATTACHMENTS!!! thank you so very much all of you...adore you all.....thank you for making me feel so special and loved... -w-

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hello, i hope you are well and that the holidays are treating you gently! in response to an ask i sent in earlier and you talked about cochise and your inspo being blood meridian:

firstly apologies for the length of this reply! OMG!!! wow thank you so much for this incredibly thoughtful answer and yes ofc i would love to talk to you about writing or anything else anytime!! i haven't read blood meridian but i've heard lots of good things about it, i just tend to get squeemish at graphic violence but i'm willing to give it a go to see how the original work, as well as your derivative (i mean that as a compliment) work handle violence and keep it from being simple shock value and mean something in your respective stories. i also haven't read cochise but something tells me i should do my homework. in any case, excited to analyse violence! you mentioned that stone gothic helped you establish the kind of narratives you're interested in and i'm excited to see how you develop and build on the tones and structures you excelled in in that fic!

it's also interesting that you're designing a reader character who sounds quite different from ones you wrote before, naive and cloudy doesn't sound the same as one who realises they just have to keep going on, and that's honestly really brave of you! stone gothic reader sounds similar but hallmark and the 50 first dates girl sound more in line with another sort of fmc. lots of writers tend to write a specific sort of character and it's not necessarily a bad thing, why fix something that ain't broke/write what you know, etc etc, but i am excited to see how you face that challenge on!

I also like the idea that both of them bring some sort of change out to each other. i really really love the line you brought up, "i will not know gentleness in the way i love you". it's very beautiful, i went and re read the letters until i found it and it touched me in a new way. firstly, thank you for talking about your inspirations, that's always great to hear from any artist and it's amazing how much art inspires other art and takes themes and ideas and reshapes them for new stories and purposes! that line is so good and i deeply love the concept of love as softening, of melting, of turning someone who has seen a lot and reminds them of the gentleness that still exists in the world. but the inverse of that that you're planning, of a reader who becomes stronger, more practical, a little more aware of what's going around her, is also a new and exciting thing to think about love! a lot of people, me included, think about love the first way! one of the first qualities i'd want any partner of mine to have is gentle, kind, soft, but the idea that love can also be expressed in making you "harder", stronger, more smarter, worldly, just, i guess more capable? is interesting! its especially interesting because i think it relates somewhat to how a lot of first generation immigrants i think conceptualise love, including my parents, which funnily enough, in certain aspects i show you can explain the western frontier (it's not a one to one match. but. certain aspects, especially since many cowboys were people of colour.). for my mom, for eg, loving my dad was largely an endeavor of mutual success in a new country. their love was made of shoveling snow and breaking ice and living with people they didn't really understand and a lot of that meant becoming smarter and quicker on their feet, and sure they're gentle and nice, but there's also a lot of bonding that happens when you're both working and moving together in a world that's out to get you, and that's an interesting way to make the romance actively part of her character growth, and imbues it with a sense of theme instead of another plot point for the sake of it.

as for the garrison mentality, lmaoooo i do sort of love when nature is seen as a great terrifying unknowable thing and omg!! doc hollidays' last words being "well, i'll be damned" as he went onto the gentle goodnight when he he was sure he'd die a violent death is both ironic and i think, idk if you mean to make it as one, but a very juicy character trait to deal with in a romance. someone who is very sure that they will perish to the forces of destiny and feel a sense of inevitable destiny about it bc of the things they've seen, and instead be actively surprised by the gentleness of their end or the overall tenderness that still exists in the world, is all very delicious, and a complex i absolutely adore. the world can be cruel and evil and chaotic but it can be just as tender and good and soft if we really look for it, especially if we see it in the faces of the people we love! i am also very curious to see if there will be some pedestal-putting of reader at the hands of steve as you mentioned that she is running away from something that steve hasn't really considered a dark past of her own....wondering how he might react when he finds out this person he saw no violence in may have some blood in their path at all and the kind of toll that it could take....all in all incredibly excited to see whatever you're cooking with and it's obvious that there's some real heat in your kitchen!

my apologies for the essay in your askbox, i just found your answer to my original director's cut question so interesting and it's always fun connecting with people and asking them to discuss their art! also, i talked a bit about things in your answer that interested me and how i thought they'd play out, i hope it goes without saying that whatever you decide to do in your story is the right thing to do, especially on a free platform, and any speculation on my part is just excitement and curiosity of a project that sounds interesting and has a very clear passion behind it, which is always something to admire! death of the author and all that is fine, but i believe toni morrison more when she says reading is an act done by writers and readers together! again, hope you're doing good, and excited for bisbee, friend! much love <3 :) !!!

Hi! Sorry I'm just now getting back!

I will say Blood Meridian is VERY graphic and very sudden with the violent onslaught of violent events. If you are squeamish I would avoid reading it to be completely honest, for the sake of readability, historical accuracy, and the general appeal to audience that my readers are, I'm not going to write in several events even remotely adjacent to Blood Meridian in Bisbee. The violence that I do write in is going to be more easily palatable and necessary for character development. Stone Gothic really helped me develop that melodramatic tone and how I can write in a love story with debilitating hurdles. I ended up falling in love with this form of writing and have written it in several different fics: SITG, The bisbee and Cochise Universes, and a lot of my WIPs. I think Bisbee's reader's downfall is ultimately naive, yet is using that personal to ultimately mask the fact that she is painfully self aware. It has been really helpful to me so far to pull pieces from my other characters- who ultimately contain pieces of me- and stitch them together to create a different worldview.

I think a really big part of it so far is that writing has, like a lot of other people on this platform, held some sort of catharsis for me. It is a way for me to write out and process things and understand that, even though I'm hard to love, I'm not impossible to love. The Stains in the Granite reader really helped me through that. The house had such a big part in the actual fic because the street was based off of my childhood home and the house I grew up in! I actually lived down the street from a Dr. Cullen who was a dentist and had yellow show-quality labs! The SITG reader helped me find that part of myself that I knew was mean and helped me process that, even though I am not an internet personality with a shining smile like Disney on ice, that I am a real person that is worthy of being loved. My Nellie reader was how I was learning to process major grief as an adult and trying to navigate those feelings for the first time in my life. It helped me metabolize and marinate in those feelings of losing a loved one, losing a past version of yourself, or losing grip on who you thought you were. Nellie is gritty and forward like I am. She is learning how to heal alongside Eddie. The same is going to go for this Elsie character, my reader from Bisbee. She is loud and obnoxious, she pushes steve a little too far, she is naive, and she is ballsy. She is also carrying the baggage of a past life and a past lover.

I am a firm believer that you are a culmination of everyone you have ever met, and the boys in my fics are merely catalysts for change within my readers. I still listen to Valentines Sux by the frights every valentines day because my ex-best-friend and I did it once and drove around town in heart shaped sunglasses and ate shitty chinese food because we thought we were unloveable but at least we had each other. I wear turqoise and paint cactus landscapes because my grammy fell in love with the desert and let us love it, too. I got into the habit of documenting and photographing even the most mundane things in my life to accomodate my best friend who lives across the country. My readers are shining examples of the way we carry pieces on everyone we have ever met like stones in a suitcase.

I can also relate to conceptualizing love through stories of immigration. My grandfather was a Finnish immigrant who joined the US air force, got stationed at the Clark military base in the Philippines, and then met my grandmother! I didn't know my grandfather very well as he died when I was so young, but seeing how that love manifested itself into met needs is so much different than the way Mr. Flea and I love each other or the way my mom and dad love each other. My grandmother is a very cold person, however, she shows love by means of met necessities. She will make sure you are clothed and fed, make sure you are still in school, make sure you are disciplined and poised and polite- but she will not tell you she loves you. My mother was raised coldly this way, and my dad was a child of divorce, born to teen parents in the 70s. My parents conceptualization of love was also not outward, and oftentimes expressed as frustration or overbearing guardianship, yet we were fed and we were clothed and we figured out how to not kill each other together. However, Mr. Flea was also a child of divorce born to teen parents, though his mom his very outwardly affectionate and he is, too. It's really interesting to me to see how our environments really affected the way we love each other and how we had to learn to heal and navigate each other in the six years we've been together, and the four we've lived together. I was 16 when I met him, after all! One of my favorite examples of this is my grammy, on my paternal side. She was one of many children, her father died of complications of Polio later in his life- when she was 13. She doesn't remember him much, but she did know that he was a talented and published author. He wrote westerns! We were able to get our hands on a collection of recounting he had from the family. My grammy and I read through every page and laughed and cried together 1.) because our diction and humor has been so overtly passed down through generations like stamps and 2.) you could tell that he loved his family by the way he wrote, not by the way he showed it.

#flea speaks #flea answers #flea's friends

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feral-fae-writes · 2 years

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As The World Caves In || Follow Tongue and Hold My Breath

A/N: This chapter is arriving a bit delayed due to personal reasons, but it’s a longer one. Hope that makes up for it in some way, and I hope I remember how to do this. Tissues may or may not be needed for this one; though it’s quippy and cute, it’s a bit sombre, as well. References to the film abound, see if you can spot them all. As always, like if you like, the support is very appreciated.

Fandom: The Gray Man Pairing: Courtland Gentry x Gender Neutral!Reader, Sierra Six x Gender Neutral!Reader Wordcount: 4,902 Type: Multi-Chaptered. Read Chapter 1 here, Chapter 2 here, and Chapter 3 here. Chapter Summary: Mutual revelations allow our reader to finally come to terms with their past, at least in some respect. Behind the banter, the two of them unfold, not complacent, but finally beginning to tread fallow ground. However, 99942 Apophis is getting closer and closer, so Six decides it’s time to move on. It’s only after following his intuition -- after letting go under the cleansing rain -- that everyone finds respite.

Follow Tongue and Hold My Breath

“This is your file,” Six said, holding up a thinly-filled manila in his right hand, “and this is mine.” The second folder was completely empty. You frowned. “I thought you were going to to tell me--” “I didn’t say that.” “So, you were just going to let me think you were?” “Probably.” “Were you going to tell me if I didn’t call you out on it?”

“Probably not.”

“You’re mouthy for an asshole.” “I’ve been accused of worse. Can you toss me some gum?”

You threw the gum at his face. He caught it as easily as a lie between teeth, one manila folder still in-hand, before giving you a wink, like it was nothing. “Thanks,” he replied, already unwrapping his catch. Popping it in his mouth, he crumpled up the wrapper, put it in his pocket, and then met your glaring eyes. You were focused on burning a hole right between his blue-grey gaze. “What?” He asked, voice muffled around gum. “Nothing, I just…” You trailed off, mildly caught off guard as your gaze fell apart, but managed to focus on his right hand. “Can you toss me my file?” You asked, echoing his quip. “No, but I’ll hand it to you.”

You spluttered for a second, indignant, eyeing the file that he was now offering out. You weren’t sure if you wanted to take it, but if you didn’t, you’d never be able to know anything at all. And while you weren’t sure if you cared to know about yourself, you knew you definitely wanted to know about Six. There was a smile in his eyes; he was teasing you. “What’s your problem, dude?” “Don’t have one, but you seem to have one with me. What does my kiss taste like?” He mused, countering. “Not answering that,” you replied immediately, half without thinking, half-scathing. A beat of pause, and then you cautiously took your file for yourself. Tearing your eyes away to glance at your own buried secrets, in the back of your mind you resolved to thank the man in front of you. It would happen later, at some point in the future, if any of the above ever became true: when pigs flew, when wishes came true, or when you knew who you were. As much as you’d gotten frustrated at him— with him, earlier, you couldn’t blame him now. You opened the file, bracing yourself.

And then you closed it again.

"You know what? No. I'm not doing this shit. You found out about me, now you're going to spill." You looked up from your file to see him staring at you, brows raised somewhat in disbelief. Were you really going there? Yes. Yes, you fucking were. “Why do you ask? Besides quid pro quo.” He asked, tone mock-distracted as his eyes roved over the file in your hands. “Because--” You broke off, took a deep breath. You glanced around the room, eyes looking for an escape route. Everything suddenly felt like too much; the lights of the hotel room across from you morphed into a garish white that seemed to haze instead of shine. You couldn’t look at Six anymore, instead refocusing on your hands. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, besides hoisting yourself off the balcony railing. The crickets were the only sound between you two. He certainly knew how to give you space to speak yourself into oblivion. Like hell you’d take the bait. Instead, you mentally ran in circles.

You hadn’t even looked through the damn thing. So why did you feel the need to explain? It’s not like you were in confessional. But this felt like a betrayal all the same, because even though you meant the words you were about to say, they weren’t just for him. They were selfish, blanketing your feelings so you didn’t have to face them for what they were. It was the truth though, and you weren’t going to shy away from being honest with him.

Swallow your pride, c’mon. Say it!

“Because it doesn’t matter. I want to get to know you. Not… not a number. You’re not a number to me.” You finished. Your voice came out more steady than you expected but you still felt yourself floundering in the ensuing silence, desperate to get your thoughts across. But you weren’t going to fold. Yeah, you were conflicted as all hell, but this wasn’t about you. You knew you could look at the damn file later. You knew he knew that, too.

He sighed, then looked up at you with those puppy-like blue greys. He sounded so resigned, his voice dropping an octave in disagreement, as if his very veins were refusing this emotional bloodletting. It made a cool, coppery shiver go up your spine. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything. What’s your name? Your history? Your favourite colour? Genre of music?” You were aware you were barraging him with questions, but you didn’t really care. Answers felt long overdue, and honestly, all you wanted to do was hear him talk.

Six fell silent at your eagerness, expression looking burned when you said history. It occurred to you, distantly, that there were most likely multiple reasons for his reserved nature, and in that same second that it took you to connect the dots, you felt very, very ashamed. But he didn’t outwardly react — for a second, you worried you went too far — either that, he was thinking about how to approach the situation of being poked and prodded for information he didn’t want to give. “Gentry. Courtland Gentry. Not as smooth as James Bond, but we’re in the same line of work, so…” Six trailed off in amusement, chuckling bitterly almost to himself. It sounded smoky and hurt, as if he were hiding himself away at the same time he gave his own name. “Don’t have a favourite colour. Jazz. Vinyls over digital, or Claire would kill me,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. “How’d you meet her? I’m guessing you’re not family.” “She’s the closest thing I’ve got to it,” Six -- Courtland -- replied, expression turning sombre. “Her uncle was the closest thing I had to a father. He was also the one that recruited me. And now he’s upstairs.”

“Recruited you?”

“To work for the CIA, as Sierra. Value add.” His reply was short. He blew a small bubble, snapped his gum; it punctuated the ensuing silence with a pop. “His words, not mine.”

“You seem almost… sarcastic about that last part.”

“Hah, he said the same thing: ‘I get it. You’re glib.’” Six said, letting out a dry bark of amusement. You watched as he sat down, almost preparing himself for what he was about to unpack next. You didn’t need or want to say anything else -- you were just following tongue and holding your breath. You hadn’t missed what he’d said about Claire’s uncle, but now wasn’t the time to inquire further about that. Six had enough to comb through for you to ask more than you really deserved to know.

“Your mother?” You asked softly, knowing you were already treading ground he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Died when I was young.”

“Right,” you replied, sensing he didn’t want to talk about her further. You hesitated to press further about his other parent. “Should I ask?”

“You’ve already started the conversation,” Six pointed out. “No point in stopping now.”

“Tell me about him. Please?” “Okay.”

Six let out a growly sigh, dragging one hand down his face in exhaustion. It seemed like this had happened before, just a moment of deja vu that wasn’t yours, but he shook it off. “My father thought he was tough. Fancied himself a real macho man. He was hell-bent on turning me and my brother into the same, and… And, one day, I realised--” Six broke off, to steel himself to continue. When he spoke again, it wasn’t to you. It was to the cigarette burn peeking out of his sleeve. “I realised it was going to be either my brother or him. I decided it was going to be him.” Six let out a sniffle, eyes following your gaze. Almost in response, the burn went back into hiding as he continued. His voice covered for it -- a distraction, a wingman against prying eyes. “I thought, ‘how noble of me,’ and everyone else thought I should be in jail.” He finished, and though his voice was steady, you could see it in his eyes.

He was clearly in pain, even now, and there was nothing you could do to help it. You could see why he felt like he was Sisyphus: he’d never been allowed to heal-- the gods kept punishing him, and punishing him, and punishing him, and he deserved none of it. You wanted to say something, but didn’t know what you could. It wasn’t about you. It never was.

“Anything else you wanna know?” He asked, eyes on yours. It was like he was looking for answers, as if the question was more for himself than you, but he said it so nonchalantly you’d think nothing was wrong. “How many years?” You asked, voice a whisper. “Eight,” he replied. “Fitz found me eight years into a thirty-six year sentence. I would’ve been out at a cool fifty-one if not for him.”

You fell silent, swallowing the lump in your throat. The math meant that he was incarcerated at 15. He had to have been tried as an adult, there was no other way to explain why the sentence was that long. You supposed he could’ve gone to a juvenile correctional facility, but he would’ve aged out within three years… that, and you had no idea when he was born, just the year. You felt guilty. And stupid -- so very stupid. All you could do was shake your head; you wanted to say something but all that came out was a strange little gasp, and then you felt wetness on your cheeks. “You’re crying.” He said, a robotic observation, softened by his tone. “May I?”

No shit, Sherlock.

You never cried. Then again, you’d never had a reason to cry before the events of the past few months. You really weren’t cut out for this, you realised, as you stood there, trying to breathe, trying to get yourself under control. You didn’t know what he meant by the question, but nothing he could do would upset you -- it was how he was treated that upset you -- but you knew he knew that. Still, he was asking permission. He’d been through so much, and he was asking you permission for the simplest things, and that stabbed you through the heart. You finally let out a shaky breath. “May you what?” You croaked, voice hoarse. “Wipe away your tears,” he replied, closing the gap between you two in one stride. He took the manila from you and set it aside; you’d forgotten it was in your hands. He was so close now, emotionally and physically, and you swore no one would ever see you like this since the first time, but Six had seen both. “Please,” you whispered. The word came out without even thinking.

“You’re too beautiful to cry,” he replied, his voice just as quiet. “Not over me. Don’t cry over me,” he chuckled, shaking his head. A hand rose to cup your jaw, his thumbs ghosting over your skin, his touch as light as a feather as he brushed your tears away. You couldn’t look away from him, and looking into the grey, you felt all your walls finally fall. You’d been lying to yourself, telling yourself that this was just misplaced affection. He’d saved you, so, of course, you’d be infatuated -- but everything you felt was unconsciously growing like weeds, tangled and confused, all-consuming if you didn’t keep an eye on them. And you’d allowed your weeds to grow, encouraged them, even. You couldn’t hide from yourself anymore.

At least your weeds were made of wishes.

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You wondered, on some level, if Six felt the same, if his mental garden had gotten the best of him, too — if weeds he thought he’d eradicated suddenly reappeared between cracked lines of stoic concrete. You knew better than to ask. He knew how to disappear, and if he felt the need, he would. You stared down at your file, and the dandelion in your hand. It made you want to disappear, too.

You weren’t supposed to be outside, but you needed the air. You needed to think. “You’re not supposed to be out here,” Six chirped. “I know. Just… Looking at the folder.” You turned around, only to meet his eyes, lifted the dandelion, and without blinking, blew it into his impassive expression, getting no reaction barring the slightest rise of his right brow. He spat out a few dandelion fuzzies from between his lips in annoyance, as more than a few settled in his hair.

“I’m guessing you haven’t opened it yet,” he said.

“Nope,” you replied. Like hell you were going to crack, but you couldn’t help but bite your lip. He hadn’t noticed. “I almost don’t want to.”

“It’s there if you do. Regardless, we have to keep moving.” He said, already turning back towards the hotel’s automatic double doors. “We’ve stayed here too long.”

“I know— wait, what?” You grabbed his shoulder. He froze, then turned back towards you with a sigh. The fuzzies embedded themselves further into blonde. Leaving the hotel room you’d been in for the past several months felt like a type of treason. Even though you couldn’t quite name it, you felt the anxiety flush into your system — but you’d done nothing wrong. You found yourself at a loss for words, his right brow now further up his forehead like a wannabe elevator. You could tell he was frustrated at himself, that he wanted to say, ‘You heard me,’ but was biting his tongue.

Needless to say, you wanted to change the subject.

“May I?” “What? “You have, um, dandelion wi-- seeds in your hair. Can I…?”

He just nodded, eyes on yours. “By all means,” he murmured. You reached up to run your hands through his hair, cautious and tentative. You didn’t expect it to be so soft, and paused for a second. All the fuzzies in his hair, scattered around, looked a bit like a flower crown, and it made you smile. “Sorry, I… You look like you’ve got a crown.” His lips flinched into his signature smile, and for a moment, he seemed shy. You noticed that his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

“That’d be a novel concept, wouldn’t it?” He asked.

“I guess so,” you replied softly, gently running your fingers through his hair, combing out dandelion seeds along the way, before ruffling his hair back into its signature dirty-blonde banged fringe. It almost looked like rusted gold in the sunlight, and as you stepped back to admire your work, dandelion seeds in your right palm, you were tempted to blow them back into his face just so you could do it all over again. “There,” you said approvingly. A second passed; you wanted to say something more, but wasn’t sure what.

“Thanks.” A beat of comfortable silence, before he thumbed back towards the entrance. “Shall we? Claire’s already packing.”

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You walked in on Claire rolling her clothes up, still holding the dandelion seeds. She looked up at the sound of the door closing. Seeing her confirmed what Six had said earlier, and now that the information had time to settle, you couldn’t disagree it was the right move. You’d stayed in the hotel for far too long, practically speaking, and it was time to move on. “Hey, the lovebirds are back,” she quipped, voice just mildly sarcastic. “Took ya long enough. Remind me what’s going on?” Her eyes drifted to the dandelion seeds in your hand in curiosity, but she didn’t prod. “I already told you: we’re dropping you off at Agent Miranda’s,” Six replied. “At least until I get this situation sorted out. I don’t want you in danger we can avoid, if I can help it.”

Claire’s face flickered with frustration, turned to betrayal, and then hurt all in one breath. But she didn’t voice her feelings, not at first. Even she knew there were bigger fish to fry. And it was all because of you. Then the dam burst.

“Why?! I didn’t think you were serious, Six! And you know I didn’t mean that,” Claire finally said, affronted. “I’m not just gonna leave you--” “I know what you meant and you’re not getting an answer. It’s not mine to give. You’ll have Dani with you, okay?” Claire’s expression crumpled, turned slightly desperate, a ghost of what you guessed she’d experienced in the past. She didn’t want to lose him again, that much was obvious, and you suspected she’d said those exact words before. Claire looked away from Six, who’d already started packing, to you. You hadn’t moved a muscle since you’d heard the words Agent Miranda, but took a breath and headed to the closet to pull your clothes down -- both to think and collect yourself. There wasn’t any time to feel hurt, and it would be childish to feel hurt in the first place over something like this. And you’d already hurt Claire, stolen her only family away from her -- even if it was a temporary arrangement. It only made sense to stay quiet, hold your breath. You didn’t hold anything against her. You just weren’t sure how to feel. You scattered the dandelion seeds around the floor of the closet. They’d be swept up eventually, but at least, for now, they’d bear witness to the wishes in your head.

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After checking out, the three of you surreptitiously made your way to the hotel’s parking garage, under the dim light of early morning the following day. You were both surprised and unsurprised to see your getaway car was a military-grade black van. It was hidden away from most, if not all the cameras, in a corner near one of the exits. No one would miss one black car out of hundreds, or so you hoped.

The trip was surreal and silent. Six was driving, Claire was asleep in the backseat, and you were passenger-side, watching the trees speed past, as if they were running like the wind blew. “Something on your mind?” The question surprised you. Six wasn’t the type to ask questions -- and you were usually the one asking him questions. Pestering him, really. You looked away from the side window to focus on the road, and as you turned, you caught him watching you curiously.

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re not usually this quiet.” “You don’t usually ask questions.”

“Touché,” he replied. More silence. “What’s she like? Agent Miranda?” “She’s a friend of mine. You can trust her.”

That told you nothing. His tone told you everything else, that he’d already known what you were thinking about and simply wanted to confirm, and, to be honest, you were pretty shit at hiding your emotions. Something told you this wasn’t up for debate, and you hated that.

“How do I know that for sure?”

“Because she saved my life,” he said, his tone coming out sharp, a dog’s bite without the bark.

She’d saved his life, and he’d saved yours. You had that in common. Kind of.

“That’s a fair point.” You fell silent, mollified for now, but you were also undeterred. You’d just have to talk to her yourself. It was almost funny how you could trust him and Claire so easily, but the minute anyone else came in the picture, your hackles raised. You shrank back against the window, averting your eyes toward the rising sun through the trees. “Hey, what’s going on?” Claire asked, mid-yawn, her arms dangling over both of your seats. You jumped in your seat, not enough for her to notice in her half-awake state, but definitely enough for Six to give you amused side-eye. He answered for both of you. “Nothing. We were just talking to keep me awake. Gum, please?” “Sure thing,” Claire replied, with her usual disbelieving, sarcastic tone. “You want me to sit here and stare at my shoes while you two pantomime communication, too?” You noticed she still handed him a stick of watermelon Bubblicious. As always, she was unfazed by his gruff and grumpy demeanour. It made you smile. “You should go back to bed. It’s 7 A.M. and another eleven hours before we get to Dani’s,” Six replied, voice muffled around watermelon gum. He stuffed the crumpled up wrapper into his pocket. “Nah. Can we get ice cream for breakfast?” Claire asked.

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You finally arrived at Agent Miranda’s apartment the following day, sometime around 6 P.M. under a light shower of rain and mist. By that point, you were too exhausted for much of anything, despite the fact that this was the first time in a long time you’d gone outside for more than five minutes. You were not at all surprised to see the cameras near the front door, nor the intercom, but you did want to stay back just in case. However, Six didn’t give you that option. “Let her see your face,” he’d said, an asleep Claire in his arms. He’d sheltered her from the rain; consequently, both his bangs and his beard dripped with rainwater every so often. “Ring the doorbell. I’ll do the talking.” “Okay,” you’d replied, feeling like a fish out of water, which was rather ironic because you were getting mildly soaked. For a few long minutes, there was nothing but the soft pitter-patter of rain.

When the buzzer went, you jumped. “Yes?” Her accent was thick, but not unintelligible. Something about her voice put you at ease, despite her direct tone.“Have you tried aluminium siding?” Six asked. You could tell it was a code. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. You glanced nervously between Six and the blinking camera. “I prefer filigree.”

“Hey, at least you don’t have to paint,” Six replied, tone mildly amused.

“What is it, Six?”

Six let out a long breath, glancing down at Claire for a second, before eyeing the camera. “Mind keeping an eye on the kid?” “No, but for how long?”

“Just until I get something sorted out.”

A few minutes passed, before you heard a few clicks and beeps from within. The door unlocked. “Get in.”

“As long as it’s not the trunk,” he chuckled, weary. You gave him a confused look, but he didn’t answer, instead stepped inside the opening door. Dani’s hand was only just visible. She took care of her nails. You followed Six meekly, a pace behind, and as soon as all three of you were out of the rain, she shut the door. It locked itself.

“Shoes off, please. Tea? Coffee?” “Hot chocolate,” Six replied, already barefoot by the time she was done with her questions. He headed towards the nearby mauve couch to lay Claire down and took off her shoes, one Nike off after the other. “When Claire wakes up, she’ll want some. Blankets?” “Closet,” she replied, not looking away from the bright red kettle of milk on her gas stove, cocoa powder and four mugs on the counter beside. Her hair was a dark brown that rested a bit past her shoulders, straight but curled at its ends. The kitchenette was varying spots of red and black and white and chrome, and you got the sense that Agent Dani Miranda was one classy woman, a take-no-shit-for-answers type. You decided that you liked her.

Setting your shoes beside Six’s, you fully stepped into the semi-open concept apartment. You passed him on his way back to set Claire’s shoes down, now similarly barefoot and chilled. His fingertips alighted on your shoulder. You stopped in your tracks in response, a drenched Pavlov's bitch.

“Do you want a blanket, too?” You only nodded, shivering. Dani’s apartment wasn’t cold, but moving from being outside in the rain to indoors was apparently a difficult transition. You stood there, at the threshold between a shut door and an open room, unsure of what to do, before Six came back a few minutes later. He put a soft white blanket around your shoulders, which you pulled in closer. For his part, he had just a towel around his own. His hair was still damp, but no longer dripping.

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“You grew your hair out,” Six quipped. “I did.” Agent Miranda -- Dani -- went quiet. She had a heart-shaped face, and big brown eyes, and if it weren’t for the sharp mind behind them, you’d have thought her a doe. You knew that look: it was filled with annoyance, calculation and curiosity, all at once. Six took a sip of his hot chocolate, both hands around the warmth of his cup, but kept his eyes on hers. It was like he was trying to read her thoughts.

“What are you thinking?” Six asked.

“I’m thinking about what to do with you.”

“Think about it this way: Claire didn’t ask for this, neither did I. And neither did--” “Get comfortable,” Dani said, cutting him off with a raised hand.

“‘Get comfortable’ like we’re making a plan, or… or, like, ‘cushy prison cell’ comfortable?” He asked, tentative. Agent Miranda rolled her eyes. You couldn’t help but snort at that, which prompted a look from the newly met agent. “You and I need to talk. Tell me what’s happened. I want to hear it from you,” she said softly. “I don’t bite. Unless you’re Denny Carmichael.”

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About half an hour later, you were in Agent Miranda’s tiny self-renovated home office. She’d been kind enough to sequester you away from Six and Claire, both to give you a breather and them some time to recover from the long drive. She’d put marshmallows in Claire’s mug, the jumbo ones, at Six’s request. She’d taken your mugs with her, and was now reheating them in the microwave. You sat in one of her fuzzy office chairs, knees pulled to your chest. It was white, and you sunk into it. There were shelved files on the opposite wall, and a sleek silver laptop on her desk.

“Careful, it’s hot,” she warned, handing you your mug.

“Thanks,” you whispered, wrapping your hands around it.

Agent Miranda walked around her desk, sat down in an identical chair. For a second, she just observed, and it made you want to squirm. You merely gripped the mug tighter, stared into its dark chocolatey depths.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“I can-- I can tell you. Or, um, show you. One second.” You placed your mug on the office desk, opened Six’s jacket -- he’d made you wear it because of the waterproof pockets on the inside -- and took out your file. You slid it in her direction. “I haven’t read it myself yet.”

“Okay,” she replied cautiously. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, lifted the file off the desk, put her mug down, then began to read. You felt like a misbehaving student in front of the school principal. You picked your mug back up.

It took her a few long minutes, eyes scanning the page. She’d forgotten her hot chocolate in favour of whatever was in your file. You kept sipping your own. By the time you were finished, she was, too.

“I see,” she murmured. “Why haven't you read it?” “I don’t want to anymore. Apparently my entire life has been a lie, so… why should anything on those pages matter?” You asked, shrugging. Her expression turned from curious to one of sympathetic understanding, and she went quiet for a second. You continued, glancing down at your empty mug. You couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I was kidnapped, held hostage in a basement for months, Six saved me, and now I just wanna start over. I wanna lose myself. Is that so bad?”

“No, it’s not.” She didn’t say anything after that — for what felt like a very long time. You could tell she was thinking things over. Maybe she was thinking about what to do with you, too.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, tentatively. “Of course,” she replied, her head tilting slightly. She hadn’t expected that from you, as far as you could tell, but she wasn’t showing it. “Did you really save his life?” You whispered. You had an inkling, slightly, that he’d been telling the truth, that he wouldn’t lie about something like that. But you wanted to confirm for yourself. “Twice,” she replied. A faint, flinching smile appeared on her expression, before she let out a small breath, collecting herself. “I need to talk to Six, if you don’t mind,” she said, taking up both of your empty mugs.

“Okay,” you replied. “Thank you, Agent Miranda.”

“You can call me Dani, if you want.”

“Okay.”

And then she was gone, and you were left staring at the black wall divider. There was only silence on the other side. You couldn’t tell how long it’d been, but eventually, the wall divider opened again, and Dani peeked into the office — only one eye was visible. When she spoke, her voice was painfully soft.

“You can come back into the living room now, love. Claire’s awake, as well. We’ve made a plan.”

#sierra six #sierra six x reader #courtland gentry #courtland gentry x reader #court gentry #court gentry x reader #court #court x reader #the gray man #the gray man 2022 #claire fitzroy #dani miranda #as the world caves in #chapter 4 #my fic #fanfic #fae writes

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snellymain · 2 years

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who are your art inspirations?

Oh gosh, a lot of people. All of my artist friends and mutuals inspire me pretty much every day, but I can't list em all, so ,,, here's some less obvious answers!

I'd say it's mainly comic artists who can consistently do super loose and fun sequential art that feels fresh everytime, with the occasional illustrative piece. Artists with fun interesting shading styles or somehow no shading at all, yet still managing to make absolutely captivating pieces that feel rendered in comic form, while not looking like "too much" or too polished.

^^ First artist that comes to mind when I'm asked about inspirations is the visual mastermind behind Saga, Fiona Staples, her stuff just itches my brain SO right because it feels really… real? Despite the stuff she draws being absolutely crazy shit, the expressions and looseness of it and just the raw feelings is so cool… I appreciate how her illustrations still look like her sequential stuff, it's always very "in the moment" ykno. It's hard for me to read Saga in a single focused sitting because I just end up distracted with art inspo the whole time HAHA-

^^ As far as art styles go, I'm well aware of how much I've taken and learned from IncaseArt, which is kinda.. Funny. Don't look him up if you're a minor lol. If you recognize this No You Don't. Regardless I absolutely love how he draws diverse people and faces, the way he renders skin, hair, backgrounds,,EVERYTHING,,,, There's a lot of nuance to his style that I've subconsciously started using in my own the past few years. I don't know how he does it man x.x He understands colors SO well ahghghghg

^^ Feel obligated, but reluctant, to say SarahDraws, she's had some crazy bad controversies !!!!WHICH I AM BRINGING ATTENTION TO HERE SO DON'T GET MAD AT ME!!!! but I'm still absolutely enamored with her art. Gotta give credit where credit is due, man u.u But, seriously, even though lineart is my favorite part of the process, I envy how amazing she can make any piece look with her insane sketchy lines, I genuinely don't even know if she does a sketch beforehand or just cleans it up--it looks so beautiful either way. Love her dark goth imagery paired with a super bright accent color WAAAGHG

^^ Growing up I know I was inspired by a lot of...erhm ... Traumacore and guro artists DollieGuts and ReinaGoth, but how much their style ended up sticking to mine,,,I dunno! You can kinda see it I guess? I was pretty innocently into artists of this scene but ultimately shied away due to a phobia of mine LMAO. Still love their work though! I know DollieGuts is the reason I line with such a crunchy brush, considering I used their brushes on Sai for a few years straight 🥴 (also love how much they've been playing around with their style lately...mwah. love to see an artist breaking out of their comfort zone)

^^ It goes without saying I get inspiration from a lot of fandom artists, too, Wilddaggers and Nenanugget definitely come to mind,, I feel like they both use super satisfying colors and a lot going on despite not having full shading, which I hope to achieve so badly.

Thank you so much for the ask, and sorry the late reply ❣❣

#oh hell naw snelly did not just point out 3 problematic people and say ''art inspo''#idk if ill delete this or not. i feel like im just reposting ppls art..#dont reblog #ask #junes1 #blood #gore #long post

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fantomette22 · 1 year

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(Do not respond if it makes you uncomfy, reading is enough) I am late for the party but IMO it is really hypocritical when people say you can't ship ghrmria if traditionally mourning dolls were made for children and then turn around and ship mria with a woman who addresses her as her superior and is a victim of nasty experiments mria is covering up. Everyone only bothers with nuance instead of just letting people enjoy things when it is the ship they dislike.

Hello anon! Ah I know what post you read hehe (it resume really well the situation!) Thanks for the support as well ! Some people (one person in that case, can really be hypocrite yes).

I want to talk about this. I mean it's been a part of the harassment I got but you understand I don't wanna scream it out loud everything either. I don't wanna discuss some stuff publicly either so I will keep it to the essential. And well I hope I won't get bother bc of this again. (putting the rest undercut it's a big long sorry 😅)

Alright so I never actually show the ask in question I got. Only in dm to some mutuals & friends. Idk if I should share it publicly so if you want just ask me privately there's no problem I will show it. I got tons of other dumb things too but I won't share them publicly. I'm not playing that game. I'm not answering to hate with hate.

Basically, like you read before the person "ask me" more details on my view on their relationship if I think the Doll is a mourning doll (that parents made for their children) (see my essay/analysis I made a few months ago on the Doll. I will need to update it one day XD so this person might have read it). I mean yeah I think she's similar/have a similar purpose as a mourning doll but she's special. She's not your typically victorian child morning doll TM. Then, they wanted to know more about my different interprets, AUs etc

Love when people disagree bc they don’t like you but then agree with people they like who said the same thing as you… genuine evolution ? Hm…

For real I would love to talk about my many interpretations /stories about this 2 characters (with multiple interprets contradicting each others) but I want a genuine question from someone I know / someone I can put a name one. (even sending the ask on anon but telling in dm who is it is ok too! 👍)

Not someone hiding being anon and with vicious intend. Not someone who's stalking my blog (not a follower), previously (and after) fake approval of my ship content* and harassed me repetitiously for weeks if not months because I interact some times to times with someone they don't like.

*before that I got a "backhanded fake approval" over some drawings I did. Telling me "oh it's cute and all. You're doing it the right way" but then twisting it in a disgusting way with some awful sexist comments... trying to pass the fans of the pairing (and myself?) for bad people I guess? I did answer to it but call them out a bit too. It's on private now. I might have a link somewhere (because well I did spend some times writing cool ideas I want to keep for later)

At first I wasn't sure it was the same person (the fake approval, thoughts about the morning dolls and the harassing asks). But I had doubt so I never answer it. I'm glad I did because surprise ! IT WAS THE SAME PERSON all along ! (when I block ip address it was all deleted) Like wow harassing me, trolling me and trying to fake a genuine question before harassing me more? wow people are sure fascinating. (I really want do believe in you bud ! hope you become a better person !)

I took some precautions as well after all of this. That would be a shame to go private or disable anon ask for 1 bad behaved person. I hope it will be alright now and that I won't get bother anymore.

So about the other ship you mention... at first I was positive toward it but because of a few persons well I tend to be way neutral towards it now (and it's still the main thing in a minor AU of mine lol). Personally, I think, because of my view of Blood.borne world, the healing church, the research hall... that after the experiments began on her it doesn't really work/make sense for me anymore... But I won't go bother people who imagine/interpret a softer version just to be happy and have fun ! got for it guys!

But for real the wort ship experience I had so far was in Kingdom H/earts fandom XD (love this series too) imagined you follow smn cool (twi.tter) and they indirectly punch you? "oh I know the difference between who's a friend and not if you ship characters a&b or not" 💀 like wtf sure you prefer them being friends but don't insult people liking the paring ? specially when there's clues about it idk??

I feel it's more a problem of respecting other people (& their thoughts) than proving they're not canon/ accurate or not. it's not even analysis against facts it's just how I think your ideas (and you) sucks because it's my ideas are not the same.

It’s impossible to 100% agree with everyone about everything. But if it’s not hurting anyone/ dangerous ideas just minimum respect pls. That already hurt enough people throw history and still today (but well the internet..)

I would love to talk more about the characters I love really but all this is making me exhaust mentally. Even when people are nice and calm about it I'm still concerned smn is gonna understand things wrong and just decide to go bother instead of just ignoring it.

#my asks #personal #ask drama?#anon harassment #anon hate

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rowanfalls · 1 year

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sorry about this random ask but i'm finding myself at a loss for tumblr etiquette after a lot of time away and i know that changes for person to person anyway so i'm just buckling down and asking mutuals in the spirit of media exchange: what would you say is your personal approach for introducing people to media you're currently interested in and what is your preference for how other people should approach you with new media? to put it another way, if someone wanted to gauge your interest in something, what would be the best way to test the water?

and for funsies, what are your current media interests you'd recommend or like to share?

An interesting question!

I tend to be pretty forward so, if I know someone and I have a piece of media I think they'll like, I just say so. For months I was insufferable because every conversation had a point where I said, "Hey, have you seen Andor yet? Oh, you HAVE TO SEE IT!" Hell, I still do that haha.

As far as how people should introduce media to me... I think the same method still works, although I warn people that I'm one of those guys who can only watch a new show or start a new comic on a full moon where jupiter is in retrograde and the four winds are in a good mood. So, if you do recommend me something, be prepared for me to say "oh cool, ill check that out" and then forget about it for months.

Current interests, well...

Obviously, Andor. Holy shit, please go watch Andor its the best show ever made and that's not hyperbole. It will make you cry, i promise just go watch it.

I've been working on a Warrior Cats/Clan Gen fan project lately that has been making my brain go brrrr (check me out on @clangenrising )

Dnd Is always an interest of mine. Just saw the movie and all it did was make me want to write my own haha

There's more but those are the onces bonking around in my brain at any given moment. Hope that answers your question!

#asks and answers #cageofpeace #wow thanks for the ask #i never get these haha #also if we're mutuals get at me i need more friends

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penrose-quinn · 2 years

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Hi Pen 😁

I'm thrilled you rb the writing ask post! I was secretely hoping you would so I could ask you some questions 😳. If you're not too busy and you still feel like it, I'd be super interested in 6), 11), 13), 50) and 58) (I hope it's not too much, feel free to skip some questions if you want)

I hope you're doing okay, please take good care of yourself and have a nice day ❤💗!

Hi Obsidian 💕

Thank you for asking! Ohh, I’m really not sure if I have interesting answers, but I’m flattered that you want to ask me anyway!! RL failed me so I’m actually bailing it atm haha. Dw not too much at all, I enjoyed the questions! I just hope I’m not overbearing with my answers. They’re a bit lengthy 👉👈

Likewise! Hoping you always have an awesome day and take care!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Turned out to be more than a line, but I’ll just let this one slip! This one is from GL chap 11, just a snippet between Shin and Izana.

No one ever told him that nicotine shouldn’t be something he was supposed to crave – he didn’t mean to poison you the way he did – though he would to his little brother back then and it spared him a few more years until he could flicker one by himself on the same harbor, the same shade of night. Someday, the Black Dragon embroidered on his back.

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I never write things in order lol. I jump around so much that any poor soul who takes a peek of my notes will be so confused. I see it more as stitching up a bunch scenes together and then hoping it makes sense in post-editing. I'm sadly not organized enough to plot down what'll happen point for point. I go with the flow and what feels right 😔

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

Yup! I rarely work in complete silence in anything. My thoughts are too loud and it's hard for me to concentrate without music or some form of noise in the background. Currently, well mostly, As It Was by Harry Styles since I'm planning to use that as a header for the next chapter in GL. Somebody to Love by Queen because I'm thinking of Shin lol. Was even debating whether I should put this as the header at first. Ship to Wreck and Delilah by Florence + The Machine for GL!MC because nothing beats a soulful song about love and self-destruction. Hmm, a few songs from Metric, POWERS, and The Smiths in between. I'm sorry this is a lot of different genres 😅 but I usually run through multiple songs to find that specific mood for scenes.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

Oof, this is a hard one. I’m not sure how to describe it, though I suppose when it’s comes to my writing I cull out as much words as possible but still try - emphasis on try :’) - to make it vivid, evocative, and surreal in a sentence. I guess this comes from attempting to emulate Japanese writers and poets since they're such masters at capturing the right words while being so descriptive and subtle in a few, simple sentences.

Though I rely more on how people describe my writing because I don’t want to think too deeply about it haha. A friend and mutual of mine once described it as something that should be read multiple times because after every reread, they find new meanings to the words and actions of the characters, that there are these hints they have to work to find, just the 'blink-and-you'll-miss-it' nature of it. This comment always made my heart skyrocket ever since. That, and the stream of consciousness one from three respected writers (Hi Obsidian 💓) from three completely different fandoms. That one surprised me the most because all of you literally said the same thing and it made me happy :)

58. Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

It's hard for me to cite a certain piece because I've already written a lot to recall something specific to be a favorite and I like my writing, even though I still think it's amateur. When it comes to figurative language, a pattern I like and notice is 'lost and found', death, distance, tenderness and violence, ghosts or whatever supernatural entity really, the act of bleeding, the act of devouring, and eyes that reveal more about the observer than the object of their observation.

It's the setting too! Seasons, surroundings, places, and even history/time as a way to convey the innermost emotions, sentiments, identities, and gradual changes of the characters and their relationships. Everything blends in so much that what's happening is surreal and a little vague which is which, what's tangible or not, is it really the rain or the sound of someone's heartbeat. That kind of thing 😊

#pen answers #i actually wasn't expecting anyone to ask me anything (i was following your footsteps in getting a mutual to rb lol)#i get excited over reading others' asks about their writing #not that i didn't get excited that you asked me 💕#thank you again for this!#writing

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sokovianfortune · 1 year

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mervol odd numbers 👀

What originally drew me to it? oh, you're asking me this question taylor? huh? you?

well i'll FUCKING tell you. one day an unnamed, mysterious friend of mine said "hey jemi wandavision would make a great phantom manor au" and promptly sent me spiraling into this hell from which there is no escape. fuck you.

no but fr i wasn't interested in marvel at all until i decided to watch wandavision to try and scratch the phantom manor hyperfixation itch and now i'm here forever.

A character I want to carry around in a little jar and study like a bug loki, obviously. if someone's answer to this isn't loki, i'm concerned about them.

bonus fandom subspecies answers: angry tony stark fans, wanda stans, people who can't let go of endgame, people who are somehow still unfathomably mad about she-hulk

The character who gives me the greatest gender envy i'm cis :pensive: but if i had to answer: sylvie and okoye

A character who feels like home my beloved wamda <3

vision also by proxy

The character I'd most enjoy feeding to a pride of ravenous lions uhhhhh hayward i guess. fuck that guy

A ship that makes me want to look into the camera like I'm on The Office people who ship wanda and stephen i am so sorry but to me they give off the profound energy of a ship that would have a billverly it chapter 2 kiss where they go in for it, linger a sec and then pull back with a mutual ".......yeah i got nothing"

The non-canon pairing I find the most intriguing i was about to say most of my ships are canon but then i remembered jen/monica :) i hope the writer of that one fic knows how much they changed my life

A character/story arc that bores me to tears whatever the fuck was going on with the american government in wakanda forever so they could shoehorn some white people into the story

The line of dialogue I quote most often its past midnight and there is so much mcu please don't make me answer this

Crossovers/AUs that pique my interest one day i will sit down and somehow share the elaborate pacific rim au where wanda and loki have a raleigh and mako arc AND THEN YOU'LL ALL SEE

also like everything we've rped ever. obviously.

#paranoiac1963

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more-than-a-princess · 2 years

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( it's been a while since we properly talked but know that you're still a valued friend of mine, like it's been so nice chatting with you on and off. esp about cats cuz they are fluffy babies.

I will also add it's very neato to see/read whenever you work on your cosplays? like the effort you put into it is visible n grand and it's always a treat to see. And in terms of writing Sonia it's just so detailed, with the thoughts regarding her country, family and traditions it's always neato to read n my mind just keeps popping up with memories of the posts so they've stuck with me. I also find it cool that it seems that you always seem to know what you want to write, but that could just be my impression of things. I do hope things are going well for you and we can write again soon uwu )

Unprompted OOC asks - Accepting (as long as you aren't trolling)!

Seventh, thank you so much for your very kind and heartfelt thoughts in this message. They are so wonderful to read! You too are a valued friend of mine and even though our fandoms are diverging and we can't always thread together, I still love what you are writing and sharing about your muses. I also have new photos of my hairy baby, Princess Molly: she's pacing around my desk as I write this.

To be honest, I've been concerned for awhile as to if this blog, and my muse, are just...I don't know, boring? Or if someone has written with me for awhile they're just less interested because I want to keep writing a single muse blog instead of a multimuse? It doesn't help that, while I never post them (I block/delete, always), I do receive plenty of anonymous hate about my portrayal. That I focus too much on Sonia's talent mostly, or that I don't want to write some of the more popular fandom romantic ships for her (mostly Sonia/Chiaki. I love their friendship but I don't see them as a romantic couple). What I think is that a lot of the fandom really wants and/or appreciates Sonia's 'dumb' moments, such as her sheltered past and inability to understand current trends and colloquialisms equates to her being stupid, a bimbo, etc. That's never the stance I wanted to take with her: instead, I wanted to give her what a contemporary royal family, education, lifestyle, and background might look like (though it's composed of both fictitious royal stories and real life history and current events).

That said, it really means a lot that you enjoy what I write here for Sonia, both in threads and headcanons. Between feeling like I'm boring my mutuals or that I create friction in the RPC due to my headcanons and writing style (multi para/novella isn't for everyone, but it's how I like to write and what I enjoy reading from my writing partners), there's been several instances when I've contemplated just quitting tumblr, or picking up another muse I may or may not want. I'll never run a multimuse blog for several reasons, but in general I tend to write one muse and their universe until I'm completely exhausted of plotlines and/or writing partners and then move on.

And speaking of ideas and plots...Seventh, most of the time I have zero idea what I want to write or am going to write. Having a good friendship and communication with my writing partners OOC helps a lot with this (especially when we can send each other random stuff and not expect an immediate reply: work + life + other hobbies often prevents me from doing this), but memes and specific prompts are ideal besides pre-plotted threads. Sometimes I'm feeling a certain theme or mood, or a series of quotes just resonates with me, and that helps guide what I want to do. I'm the worst person for unexpected/unprompted IC starters and headcanons, both sending and answering. I usually have to get inspired by something on the dash or some sort of media. I'm glad it looks like I know what I'm doing (because I'm usually flying by the seat of my pants!).

Finally, thank you so much for your feedback regarding my costumes! It's been hard to see myself in some of them recently due to weight gain and aging, so I'm trying to take better care of myself. I actually have costumes for and/or will be dressing as muses from at least three different mutuals' blogs this year (and rewearing some of my Sonia outfits. Talk me out of doing the anniversary/prom gown, please), though I haven't really shared most of them. Maybe I should?

My next big event is debuting one of my Penelope Featherington costumes for the upcoming Queen's Ball: A Bridgerton Experience this month! I'll probably do one more new Penelope gown before switching my Bridgerton costuming focus to Francesca Bridgerton: they're my two favorite heroines in the Bridgerton series and star in my favorite books from the series, so I'd love to do them justice. After that, it'll be time for fall cosplay events and conventions (and Halloween). I really enjoy historical-based costuming and fancy dresses, probably far too much.

This got a bit long-winded but, tl;dr, thank you so, so much. Your words mean so much to me and I will save this to reread whenever I've feeling down about my writing, interactions, and/or portrayal.

#more-than-a-princess answered #more-than-a-princess musings #the lytenye realms #(Thank you again for this wonderful ask!)

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amaranth-writing · 2 years

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a.m. - bang christopher chan

a/n: the first 1st person fic i've done in a while! idk, i felt like it, lol.

a/n pt. 2: self-insert?? scandalous. (;

warnings: SMUT! (jk) oral (f!receiving), morning sex, chan and (me) crying, very fast sexual escalation, love confessions, insomnia, vaginal penetration, fingering (f!receiving), praise, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), vaginal creampie, use of "babe/baby/babygirl" and "princess" nicknames, virgin!(me) and virgin!chan (first times), painful loss of virginity, lots of cussing, etc.

3k words. oopsies-

i sighed deeply, glancing at the clock on the bedside table in front of me. 4:56 am, and we had to wake up at 6 to get ready. i raised a hand to my face to rub my sleepless eyes. funny enough, with how tired i was, that i couldn't fall asleep. especially when i was always dozing off during the day. taking another heavy breath, i tried to quietly turn over without moving the blanket much in hopes of not waking chan. "you too?" his gruff australian voice murmured. "oh, you're awake?" i respond. had chan been restless as well? now knowing i wouldn't wake him, i casually readjusted to my other side. "yeah. can't sleep. and i thought you were asleep, so i haven't moved out of this really uncomfortable position for what feels like hours. what time is it?" "four-" i paused to check. "right around five." chan inhaled a full breath that went down to his diaphragm and spun around to face me. though my sight could barely pierce the darkness in the room, the l.e.d. alarm clock gave off just enough dim light to tell that we locked eyes. he smiled at me softly. "i wish i would've known you were up." he reached forward and gripped my torso, pulling me into his embrace. he smelled like musky vanilla and the best men's body wash you could find at the dollar store. he placed his head on mine, humming against my scalp. "that's better." "yeah, it is," i mumbled back, my head against the nape of his neck. i felt him get goosebumps from the tickle of my breath on his skin.

i felt myself relax for the first time since i woke up the morning before. chan's warmth surrounding me under the sheets was all i needed to begin really drifting off to sleep, and it seemed like holding me helped him too. a few minutes passed like this, calm and quiet.

"you still awake?" he asked me. i thought i had answered, but apparently not. i could hear his emotions clogging the words from escaping his lips as he said it, but he whispered an unmistakable, crackly "i love you" under his breath into my hair and squeezed me tightly.

my eyes fluttered open, batting against his chest as i felt his heart speed up. mine did the same. he said it first! god, i had wanted to say it for months now, since our first date, but i was waiting for him to be ready to make sure i didn't say it too early. i raised my head from its position on his chest to look him in the eye, although he couldn't remain eye contact as his cheeks flushed. his eyes were glossed over, his bottom lip quivered and his chin scrunched. he was trying not to cry.

i reached both hands up to cup his face, directing his face to mine. i felt my own eyes clouding over as i pressed our weak lips together. i felt one of his tears on my cheek. as i pulled back enough to see his eyes again, i mumbled back an "i love you too, channie."

a single sob racked his body, his face scrunching as he sucked in a swallow of air. "i've never loved someone this much. it scares me sometimes- " he breathed, shakily and hesitant. "how i feel around you. it's different from- " another sob forced him to pause- "it's different from anything i've... experienced, before, the way you make me feel. i can't- i can't ever lose you."

we both pursed our lips at the same time, a silent cry leaving my chest as i chuckled. "the feeling's mutual."

chan's eyes sparkled at me in the darkness, and he firmly placed a kiss on my lips. because of the level of emotion i was experiencing, i barely noticed when his tongue slipped into my mouth. we kissed passionately like that for a while, but soon, chan's cautious actions became more sure. he sat up, taking me with him, and pulled me into his lap to straddle him. i leaned down to kiss him, but he stopped me, tugging on my hair to expose my neck, where he began placing kisses.

his fingers tapped against my waist underneath the shirt of his that i was wearing, teasingly slipping below the hem of my shorts. his eyes were still a bit puffy from his crying, but i could still see them darken with desire as he began sucking on my collarbone. he took his time leaving hickeys and a few bite marks, slowly sliding my shorts to the base of my hips. without warning, chan took me by my hips and flipped us over so he was on top, pinning me to the bed. his head hung low as he scooted down, and as i noticed the first orange rays of sun peak through the gaps in the curtains, i suddenly became extremely aware of the wetness between my legs.

the same wetness he was mere inches from now. he lifted up my shirt, pulled it off of my head, and kissed along my abdomen, trailing down my outer thigh. he breathed against the skin on my inner thigh, creeping closer to where i wanted him and causing a dull ache- almost a tingle- to explode from my heat.

how did this escalate so quickly? neither of us had any idea, but before i knew it, my shorts and panties were somewhere across the room in a pile with our shirts and my bra as well. he placed a kiss on the hood of my cunt, glancing up at me for confirmation to make sure what he was doing was okay. he figured it was once i mouthed a breathy "please."

chan had stated months earlier that he was completely inexperienced sexually, but as his tongue licked up my slit, i really doubted whether he was telling the truth or not. his middle finger slid into my entrance as his lips latched to me, sucking gently while his tongue rolled over my clit in back-and-forth motions. his eyes were closed, and he groaned against me, sending vibrations up my spine and coaxing a moan out of my own mouth. his eyes shot open and his lips lifted into a smirk, beginning to pump his middle finger in and out of me.

a string of moans tumbled from my mouth. i had never felt this kind of pleasure before. even when i fingered myself thinking of chan, it was never this good. my hands gripped the sheets, but they weren't very helpful in trying to not buck my hips up. instead, they wandered to chan's hair, which i found to be a much more stimulating handle. his soft, fluffy curls intertwined perfectly with my fingers.

without warning, chan put a second finger into me. i gasped, an erotic sound following, and he looked up at me through his eyelashes. he lifted his mouth for a moment. "you like that, baby?" i kept tugging at his orange locks, desperate to keep going. chan chuckled a bit and attached his lips once more, adding more pressure than before and speeding up with his fingers, even curling them upwards.

i felt a knot in my stomach. a double knot, if you will. my thighs squeezed chan's head, and he had to pause for a moment to push my legs down before continuing. i felt my orgasm coming right before it hit: wave after wave of intense ecstasy throughout my body. i convulsed, legs shaking and pussy throbbing around chan's fingers. the kind of shit you can't fake.

god, chan's face when he saw me like that- i can't even describe the amount of pride he must have felt, seeing me being such a mess under him. he licked his lips as he pulled away, but he rubbed figure eights around my clit to help me ride out my high. his fingers stayed inside of me.

"god, princess," the nickname shot a warm tingle to my recovering heat. "you taste so good. and you look so pretty squirming under me like this." i bit my bottom lip, furrowing my brows. he started moving his fingers again, putting in a third finger. i felt mild pain as his digits stretched me out (nothing i couldn't handle). he got a little rougher with it, butterflies spawning in my stomach, and he leaned down to kiss me. i could taste myself on my tongue, and although my slick didn't taste bad, i wondered how he could like it so much. he kissed my chin. "so fucking pretty," he repeated against my jaw.

i peeked at the clock. 5:17 am. a fourth finger focused my attention back at my boyfriend, who was now planting his wet lips across my chest. he nibbled at my nipples, watching my tits bounce back to my structure in the way they naturally laid.

i whined when his fingers left my body, but was reimbursed as i witnessed him suck all of his fingers dry of my fluids. chan got up spontaneously, reaching for a tissue from the bedside table.

"what are you doing?" i asked, confused.

"gotta clean you up."

"...are we done already?"

his expression changed, a sly smile crossing his face. "did you have something else in mind?"

"well, n-no..." i stammered, trying to hide my now-red cheeks.

"it's okay, babe, use your words. what do you want?" he cooed, straddling me. it was hard to concentrate on anything with his clearly erect dick taunting me through his joggers. not to mention he was shirtless, and i was still naked. i had just come all over his mouth, hand, and the sheets.

god, this was awkward. but i responded anyway, even though i couldn't look him in the eye as i said it. "i want you... um..."

"hmm? speak up, baby."

"i-inside of me..." i spluttered. "iwantyouinsideofme."

chan's eyes gleamed. without saying another word, he untied the string holding his pants up, and pulled them down in one fell swoop, allowing his dick to spring up against his stomach. holy shit. it was a lot bigger than i thought.

a man as sweet as him had been walking around with a girthy cock like this? he'd been keeping all of this to himself?

in awe, my eyes went wide. he kicked his pants across the room somewhere and looked down at me. i reached out for it, feeling the precum leaking from his tip with my pointed finger. the single, small contact made him twitch. as i grabbed the base, his breath hitched, and his eyes flew shut. his lips parted slightly when i stroked him up and down a few times. when i sped up, however, he stopped me.

"another night, babygirl. right now i just wanna be as close to you as possible, okay?"

although i was disappointed, we were on the same page. chan moved so i was in front of him and used his slightly calloused hands to spread my legs, giving him full access to my eager cunt. he held his cock and guided it against my folds, coating himself with my slick. when he went to push himself into me, the head of his penis slipped right out of place. he chuckled shallowly, his chest rising and falling in tension. the second try, though, he inserted himself into me.

"fuck," he groaned, nose scrunching and brows knitting together. he was clearly experiencing a rush of pleasure.

me, on the other hand, well... i was tearing up. sure, there was a hint of pleasure coming along, but i mainly felt intense pressure and like i was about to burst at the seams. and not in a good way. it was like chan was ripping me open. i had to push my hands against his chest, crying out in pain. chan immediately noticed and pulled out, which seemed to hurt worse.

"baby, we don't have to- "

"no," i cut him off. "put it back in." so he did, cautiously this time. he didn't let himself enjoy it, though, since he was too focused on making sure i was okay. he kissed my tears away as they fell, and he gave me my time to get used to him. he massaged my breasts in an attempt to bring me some sort of positive reinforcement. after a while, it didn't hurt as much. "okay, you can start moving."

"baby, i'm only like halfway in," he said, giggling a bit.

i lifted my head to see if he was telling the truth. he was. "shit, seriously? curse you and your big dick, chris."

he just laughed, but he got serious again when he pushed himself in all the way. i felt his tip just manage to press perfectly against my cervix, his hips flush against the back of my thighs. sure, it hurt, it hurt a lot, but it was starting to feel really good. i moved my hips to encourage his movement. he pulled out just far enough to not separate our bodies, then pushed all the way back in. out, then in. out, then in again. back out and in.

"god, i might blow already," chan groaned, showcasing the amount of pleasure he was feeling in his face and in his movement as he sped up. he reached a consistent pace, a soft, wet noise emitting from our crotches whenever they hit against each other.

this noise quickly escalated to a full-on slap. both of us grunted every time he was fully inside of me, and our chests heaved. there was a certain glisten all over his body from sweat, the warm, dull sunlight giving a perfect golden hue over his cream-colored skin. it was mesmerizing to watch.

"oh, fuck! chan!" i called out, hands reaching behind his back. my fingernails scraped down his back, and he hissed from the sting. when he readjusted the placement of his hands and his hips, the new angle hit a spongy spot that felt particularly good. "oh, shit- right there, channie- "

chan allowed himself to moan into my ear, biting my lobe before sucking purple bruises into my neck. he was fucking me so well. chan moved a bit so he could support himself with just one arm- he made sure he was still hitting the spot i liked- and used the pad of his thumb to give me additional clitoral stimulation, rubbing in circular motions around my bundle of nerves.

"fuck!" i screeched, feeling all of him at once. i could swear i was making his back bleed at this point. he placed our foreheads together, using his pointer and middle fingers instead of his thumb, and we shared our air, breaths mingling in the air.

god, i was close. really close. and he could tell.

"is my princess gonna cum?" when i nodded vigorously, he kept going. "cum for me, baby. cream on my cock."

with a long moan, i came, and my walls clenched around him. chan kept thrusting, though, and i suffered from a bit of overstimulation because of it, but he had to come too.

"i love you," he confessed. "i love you, i love you, i love you." he kept repeating it like a chant. his hand came off of my clit, and both of his hands held mine. our fingers went between each other's, and they fit like the final pieces of a puzzle.

"i love you, chris," i said back, barely holding on for him. hell, i was starting to feel another orgasm sneaking up on me, which would come if he didn't finish soon.

"oh, god- " he grunted, the movement of his hips becoming uneven. "can i- "

"yes! please, chan, fill me up."

"ah, fuck... as you wish."

and he came inside of me. i felt his hot white seed shoot into me, satisfying me in a way i'd never been before. we both took a moment to breathe and hold each other, cherishing the intimacy of the event.

"that was really, really nice."

chan looked at the clock, and so did i. 5:31 am.

when chan pulled out, he didn't pause to admire his cum seeping out of my pussy. instead, he pushed my legs together on one side, then picked me up by my hips and put me on my hands and knees. before i could even inquire about what he was doing, i felt him push into me again.

"we still have just about 30 minutes, princess." he began thrusting with much more rough, sheer force than before. "30 minutes i don't intend to waste."

my eyes rolled back into my head. chan gripped my love handles, using them for stability and extra friction. those slaps from earlier were dwarfed by the sounds happening now, and he bent down to place and gentle kiss on my shoulder blade. "hold on for a while longer, baby, there's a lot more a want to do to you."

6:25 am, the fifth time chan had to snooze our alarm. he was too busy railing the shit out of me to really care that we had to get ready.

6:37 am, when he finally decided he had his fill, but i decided i wanted one more round.

6:54 am, sixty-six minutes before the rest of the members arrived to pick us up, and when we both agreed we needed to take a break from the absolutely feral sex to get ready.

6:58 am, when we made the horrible choice to shower together, and went another two rounds.

7:37 am, when we actually tried to get ready.

8:01 am, the boys were running a bit late and we were ready, so we made out and almost had sex again if it weren't for jisung bursting into our home and interrupting us.

8:05 am, when we finally left, and the boys were wondering why we were being so much more touchy than usual.

9:12 am, when we stopped at a gas station and had a quickie in the surprisingly clean bathroom.

9:20 am, when the members teased us because it was obvious that we had sex in the bathroom.

#bang chan #christopher #ABSOLUTELY FUCKING FERAL #fanfiction #stray kids #skz #smut #bang chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME. 4 AM BRAINROT.#channie #christopher bang #stray kids chan #stray kids bang chan #skz chan #amaranth-writing

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nashibirne · 3 years

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I know...I posted chapter 1 just a few days ago, but when the writing flows, it flows and so I guess it can't hurt to post the next part already. There's not much action in this one and a lot of inner monologues and talking but I hope you still like this and my vision of Lancelot. Let me know what you think! 💜

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From Ashes to Fire - 2

Pairing: Lancelot/The Weeping Monk x ofc (Oda)

Words: ~ 3.7 k

Summary: Lancelot and Squirrel are in need of help because the boy is very sick. They find shelter at a farm and Oda, the woman who lives there, awakens feelings in the Weeping Monk he hasn't known before. (Okay... this summary sucks... it's basically a slow burn with a lot a mutual pining and angst of two characters who know nothing about love...yet)

Chapter 1

My masterlist

Warnings: none, just a little angst, still 18 + for smut in upcoming chapters

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Disclaimer/Credits: I don't own anything related to Cursed, pics for the moodboard from Pinterest

So... let's see what Lancelot, Squirrel and Oda are up to...

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"This is delicious, Oda." Lancelot smiled at her and the compliment seemed to be genuine.

"Thanks. I'm afraid it's not much, just eggs and fried tomatoes…,"

"No, it's perfect. Really."

The way he looked at her made her feel comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. His eyes had something about them that was special. It wasn't only that they were beautiful, the clear blue of his pupils a stark contrast to the rust-brown shimmering, ashy marks around his lids. It was his gaze that was so intense, giving her the feeling that he wasn't just looking at her but right into her.

When he had entered the house again after his bath just before breakfast, his sight had knocked the wind out of her for a second.

He hadn't worn his cloak anymore, holding it in his hands instead, just the dark grey, suede long-tunic and the black pair of leather trousers, a fact that allowed her to take a closer look at his body. He was tall and slender, his hips narrow, his shoulders broad, but he wasn't beefy. He was not a bull, like many of the men Oda knew - the black smith, the carpenter, the butcher- he was nothing like them, he was more like a muscly, elegant stallion, smooth and wild with a hint of timidity.

His dirty-blonde hair with the pretty ginger strands in it, that had been a mess before, looking like something the cat dragged in, was wet and tied up in a neat bun. Some of his curls hadn't been willing to get tamed, so they were framing his face. And what a gorgeous face it was. Now that it was freed from dirt and dust, she realized how good he looked, how handsome. Way too good for a servant of this strict, merciless Christian God he had prayed to all night long.

"Are you a monk?" Oda asked him now, pointing at his monk's cowl.

His eyes followed her finger and he frowned as if he had to think about it.

"Not anymore," he finally answered.

"But you are Fey. Ash Folk, right?"

Lancelot stared at her. "How do you know that?"

"The marks around your eyes," she shrugged. "When I was a child our father used to tell us tales about the Fey kind. He was a balneator, a healer, and he had all different kinds of patients so he had a lot of stories to tell. I was taught that your people were exterminated."

"Not quite," Lancelot said with a sigh. "We've always been on the edge of extinction but there are still a few of us left."

"I see." Oda smiled at him. "What about Squirrel? He's Fey, too?"

"Sky Folk", he nodded.

"And where are you from? Where are you going?"

"We're from the south and we're going...nowhere actually." He avoided looking at her and it was obvious that he was walking on eggshells, trying to say not too much and not too little.

"You're trying to escape the Red Paladins."

It was a statement, not a question and her eyes turned dark with anger and something else. Bitterness? Sadness?

"Well, you should be safe here. They haven't dared to ply their dreadful, murderous trade in Scotland yet. Our king wouldn't let them anyway."

"You've heard of them? Up here?" Lancelot asked, surprised. He just hoped she hadn't heard of their cold blooded assassin yet. Then again, if she'd know about the Weeping Monk, she would have figured out by now it was him. She was a smart woman, not easy to lead on, he was sure of that.

"Of course I have. Everyone has heard about them and their barbaric deeds in the name of their…," Oda bit her tongue. "I'm sorry. He's your God, too, I assume."

Lancelot cocked his head, giving her a glance she couldn't read but he didn't say anything.

"Your prayers last night," she tried to explain herself, "they were Christian, weren't they?"

He just nodded.

"A Christian Fey?" She shook her head in disbelief, the question mark visible in her moss green eyes.

"I wasn't raised by my own kind. Their God is the only God I know," he shrugged.

"That's a shame."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

An uncomfortable silence unfolded between them and they both ate their breakfast, feeling awkward, staring at their plates. When they were done, Oda cleared the table before putting on her working boots.

"I have to do my chores. Feed the animals, water the plants…"

"Let me help you."

Lancelot got up so fast he banged his knee on the table, swearing internally at his clumsiness.

"No," Oda rejected categorically, shaking her head. "You stay with the boy. Try to get some sleep, you've been awake all night. The bed is big enough for the two of you, at least for a few hours."

"What about you? You need to rest, too." Lancelot looked at her with a frown.

"I'm fine. Just take care of him till I'm back," she said, giving him a nod before stepping outside, leaving him feeling helpless, useless and strangely lonesome.

***

When Lancelot woke up a few hours later, it was already getting dark. He shook his head in confusion and disorientation, wondering where he was, but he soon remembered, when he saw Squirrel sleeping peacefully right beside him. He touched the boy's cheek carefully. It felt hot. Not as hot as yesterday but definitely much warmer than in the morning. He got up slowly, trying not to wake the child and looked around. There was no sign of Oda. The fire in the fireplace was burnt down almost completely, only a small glimmer left, and the air was getting chill.

Where is she? He wondered, worried. He grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around his shoulders before he left the house. When he stepped outside it was raining heavily, big drops falling on the ground, accompanied by a pretty strong wind. He raised his head, looking up into the grey, overcast sky and covered his head with his hood. He turned around to the outbuildings and decided to look for Oda in the stables, maybe she was milking the cows. Unfortunately the only ones looking at him expectantly inside of the little wooden hut were a good dozen of hens, a proud rooster, a chubby goat, a giant carthorse and a pretty cow, that was lying in the straw, ruminating peacefully.

So the barn was his next stop.

He opened the door slowly and it welcomed him with a screeching sound. Inside of the building it was pitch black and it took his eyes a while to get used to the darkness. He took a deep breath, enjoying the herbal scent of fresh hay, before he looked around. He discovered her quickly. Oda was lying on the ground, fast asleep, covered with a thin, olive green, moth-eaten cloth that only covered her upper body because it was so short.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw her, although it made him feel terrible that she had to sleep in the barn instead of her bed just because of him.

Lancelot kneeled down beside her, touching her shoulder to shake her awake gently.

"Oda," he whispered.

When she opened her eyes, she got up with a jolt, backing away from him with extended arms, obviously terrified by the situation.

"Oda," Lancelot repeated, "it's me. It's okay."

It took her just seconds to regain her composure.

"Lancelot," she said with a sigh of relief, "you scared me."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I'm just not used to having anyone around."

She gave him a smile that turned into a shocked expression soon.

"What time is it?"

"Getting dark, almost evening."

"Heavens, I just wanted to take a little nap, I must have slept for hours. I'm so sorry! I have to milk the cow and cook dinner... and what about Squirrel? Is he alright?"

Oda seemed to be all worked up about herself and Lancelot stepped closer to calm her down.

"Hey, hey, just breathe, alright? Everything is fine. Me and the boy spent the day sleeping, too." He touched her arm with a helpless gesture. It was a weak attempt to have a soothing effect on her while giving the impression of confidence at the same time.

In fact he had no idea what to do. He was anything but a comforter and on top of that he absolutely wasn't used to dealing with women. The nuns in the convent didn't really count because they had always been unimportant and kind of asexual to him. Just random sisters, looking all the same in their habits. Oda however was not asexual at all, on the contrary, she was the epitome of femininity, at least in his inexperienced eyes.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks," she said, briefly covering his hand with hers, giving him the hint of a sensation that felt incredibly good in his guts while his mind told him it was terribly bad.

"So the boy's fine?"

"I think so, but the temperature is rising again. His skin felt hotter than this morning."

"Okay, that's not unusual, I guess," Oda said, tucking a strand of her honey blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm going to take care of the cow quickly and then I'll treat him."

"Will you allow me to help you? Or will you just make me watch you work again, giving me the feeling of being a completely useless nuisance?" Lancelot grinned at her which caused Oda to let out one of her lovely, sparkling laughs.

"You can muck out the stable," she said, returning the grin, slipping a pitchfork into the hand of the baffled, handsome stranger.

***

It took him pretty long to return to the house. Oda had already taken care of Squirrel by changing his sweaty clothes and the compresses, rubbing some more thyme oil onto his meager chest and feeding him a big cup of lime blossom tea and bread with strawberry jam. He hated the former and loved the latter. Now he was sleeping again, which was a good thing because his body needed much rest to heal and deal with the fever.

Oda gave the rabbit stew that was simmering on the fire a stir, completely lost in thought. It was the first moment of quiet since Lancelot and Percival had arrived and she was wondering what to expect from the new situation.

Squirrel would need time to recover. Time and a safe place, it was out of the question that he was ready to travel again anytime soon and of course she would offer him and his friend shelter but she wondered how to do it. The boy needed a bed and there was only one in the house. Maybe she could build sort of a resting place for herself in the attic, but what about the Ash man?

In the long run the bed was too small for him and Squirrel, but she could hardly have him sleep with her in the attic, could she? That would be quite indecent and inappropriate. On the other hand she couldn't make him camp in the barn, it was way too cold at this time of the year, or force him to sleep on the floor in the kitchen or something. He was her guest after all, so this would be very rude and not a bit hospitable. She sighed and decided to shelve the decision for the moment, unable to think straight, which was very unusual for her.

She was just about to go looking for Lancelot, who still hadn't returned, when the door opened and he entered the room.

"What took you so long," she asked, pretending to be annoyed, just a tiny smile playing on her lips.

"Well, there was a lot of muck. I worked as fast as I could," he said defensively, not getting that she was just teasing him.

She raised her eyebrows with a frown, regretting her words and the stupid joke immediately.

"I'm just kidding you...sorry...," she said humbly, offering him a sheepish smile.

"Oh. Yes. Of course...."

Lancelot gave her a nod before taking off his cape, feeling like an idiot.

The fire in the fireplace was burning again and the room was very warm now. Still heated up from the physical work, he started to sweat right away, beads of perspiration appearing on his forehead and of course Oda noticed it.

"It's hot in here, isn't it? Do you want to change? That tunic you're wearing seems to be a little too warm…"

"I don't have anything to change in."

She cocked her head, eying him up and down, seemingly thinking about a solution.

"Wait," she said, leaving the stew, crossing the room to kneel down in front of a large trunk with iron fittings that was standing beside the armchair. She opened the chest, rummaging for something.

"Ha!" She said triumphantly, turning around, showing him a stack of clothes. She got up and placed it on the table in front of him, returning to the stove.

Lancelot took a closer look, unfolding the items one after the other. He found two thin, white linen tunics, two thick, dark brown woolen tunics, undergarments, a pair of trousers and knitted hosiery. He couldn't help but wonder who the things belonged to. Was it possible that she was married? Or a widow, maybe?

As if she was able to read his mind she turned to him. "The clothing belonged to my brother. He left years ago, he won't need it anymore."

"Where is he now."

"I don't know. Somewhere in England I guess."

Lancelot gave her a nod and friendly smile. He would have loved to learn more about her and her family but he really wasn't good at having a conversation like that, always lacking the right questions and answers.

"I'm going to change in the barn," he suggested but Oda stopped him with a wave of her hand.

"You can change in the attic," she said, pointing at a ladder that was leaning against the wall.

"Fine. Thanks."

"Just hurry, dinner's ready."

He turned around to leave but stopped in his tracks then.

"Is Squirrel alright?"

"He is, he ate and drank and asked where you were. He even laughed when he heard what you were doing." Oda flashed him a grin.

"Of course he did. Cheeky little rascal," Lancelot chuckled and it was the first time his face lit up, giving Oda the impression that he was finally starting to relax.

When he climbed up the ladder, her eyes remained on his body and she couldn't help but notice his agility and suppleness.

Oda heard him tinker around above her head while she was serving the stew, which filled the hut with a delicious smell, and she wasn't able to stop her thoughts from wandering out of the kitchen and into the attic. The image of Lancelot slipping off his clothes, revealing his naked, sweaty body was dancing in front of her inner eye although she didn't want it to. Unfortunately it was out of her control and she wondered what the heck was wrong with her.

She never had impure thoughts, not since she'd decided to live her life without a man by her side, as an unmarried woman. Well, hardly ever.

When the blacksmith came to shoe Tiny every few months, she sometimes had very sinful dreams after secretly watching him do his work, half naked, sweating, muscles bulging and flexing in his arms and his back, his big hands swinging the heavy hammer with ease. Those dreams weren't really explicit, it never happened more than touching and kissing. Ridiculously innocent kissing, because she simply didn't know what else could happen. Of course she had seen animals mate but a man and a woman? She wasn't imaginative enough to figure out how that worked in detail. Her imagination was enough to think about the naked Ash man, though.

Blushing, she turned around with vim to put the pot back on the stove, almost dropping it, when she found Lancelot standing right behind her in her brother's linen tunic and the dark grey woolen slacks, so close their bodies were almost touching. Startled, he took a step back, lowering his gaze.

"I'm sorry, Oda. I didn't mean to give you a fright... again..." He took the kettle from her hands prudently, placing it above the fire.

"You didn't," Oda replied, a little embarrassed. "I was just lost in thoughts. Sit down," she ordered and Lancelot obeyed, glancing at his filled bowl hungrily.

"This smells heavenly." He inhaled deeply through the nose, closing his eyes with a sigh. He hadn't had a proper meal since their stop at the Inn almost a week ago.

"Well, eat then," she encouraged him, "before it gets cold."

They enjoyed their meal in silence for a while, exchanging shy glances, both not really sure what to say or talk about, although they were full of questions. It was Lancelot who finally made an attempt to start a conversation.

"This is a really nice house."

"Thank you."

"Pretty big, with the stable and the barn and the garden…"

"Well, I only have a few animals and no fields to cultivate, so it's manageable."

"Yes, of course."

Oda looked at him, taking her courage in both hands to say what she wanted to say.

"Listen, Lancelot, let's not beat around the bush any longer. If you're just half as curious as me, you have a thousand questions and so do I." Oda hesitated briefly before she went on. "So why not speak frankly and just ask what we want to know?"

He frowned, staring at his stew. She was right, he had many questions and he was dying to learn more about her. But he also knew that she'd probably ask him questions he wouldn't want to answer. Questions that would make him tell her lies or at least not the whole truth. While he was still considering his decision, Oda misinterpreted his silence as agreement.

"Fine, I'll start," she beamed at him, looking very pretty in the soft candlelight.

"Why does a former monk wear a sword and why are you not a monk anymore?"

That caught him off guard. He involuntarily glanced at his weapon, which had been standing in the corner behind the door since they'd arrived 24 hours ago, thoroughly choosing his words.

"I had to fight in some battles and I like being able to defend myself."

"Battles? In the name of your God?"

"Yes," Lancelot confirmed, "and somehow in one of those battles I lost my faith."

"I see," Oda mumbled. "Your turn."

"Why do you live here all on your own?"

"Well, because nobody's left. I used to live here with my father and my brother. My brother left, my father died."

"What about your mother?"

"She died when I was a little girl."

"And you're not married or something?"

"Or something?" Oda echoed amused.

"You know, engaged or widowed…"

"No, I'm not."

"So you run the farm all alone?"

"No, I keep a farmhand hidden in the barn. The lad does all the work and serves me as a secret lover." Oda said in deadly earnest.

Lancelot stared at her, shocked and at a loss for words.

"Oh," was all he was able to utter, staring at his hands that were fumbling with a piece of bread. The pictures that his rotten mind produced immediately, pictures of her and a man united in sin, naked, dirty, the lucky guy's hands on her lush curves, in her beautiful hair, made his whole body tingle although he knew it was wrong. It was really strange but Oda stroke a chord with him, that was completely new, confusing him in a way he liked and detested just as much.

The warm sound of Oda's laughter made him look up again. She was cackling, holding her belly, tears of laughter visible in her eyes. She had obviously pulled his leg and Lancelot couldn't help but grin, half amused by her joke, half embarrassed about his own gullibility.

"Very funny," he chuckled with a frown, trying to pretend a bit of irritation.

"Indeed," Oda answered out of breath, still roaring with laughter, unaware that the bubbly sound resonated deep within the monk's belly. "You should see your face. You really believed me?"

He grinned, shaking his head with a laugh.

"I don't know much about heathen women from the north and what they're capable of, so yes, I didn't rule out the possibility that you'd do something like this."

"But you know much about Christian women?" She gave him a wink, feeling a little giddy all of the sudden.

"Not really," he admitted, averting his eyes.

The sheepish look on his face and the shy blush that coloured his cheeks light pink did strange things to Oda, arousing feelings she'd never felt before. She cleared her throat, irritated by the sensation, self-consciousness getting the better of her.

"Any other questions?" Oda wanted to know, her sudden insecurity showing in her voice.

Lancelot leaned back, looking at her narrowly. He wasn't willing to leave the impression that he was an insecure fool because he wasn't. He was feared, he was powerful, he was confident and he really had no clue why he acted like a shy, clumsy puppy in Oda's presence again and again. He had to steer this conversation in the right direction to get back on to harmless ground. Think, he told himself. Think of a good question, make her sweat a little. Show her that you have the upper hand.

"Will you hide me in the barn, letting me sleep in the cold, making me your...lad and secret lover?" He gave her a smirk and her reaction was pretty much what he'd hoped for. She cringed, the color draining from her face before she blushed furiously.

"Of course not...I told you I was just joking…I'd never, I mean you wouldn't...," Oda stammered, unsettled and embarrassed, but she recovered quickly, trying to answer his impudent question with as much dignity as possible.

"You are free to go whenever you want but as long as you stay you can sleep in the attic and you can be sure I won't pester you."

"Alright, that's good to know. The attic looked quite cozy, so thanks, I guess." Lancelot grinned. "Your turn."

Oda looked him right in the eyes now, jutting her chin defiantly, standing her ground. He might have irritated her but he was not going to make her back down.

"How did you meet Squirrel? What is he to you?"

Lancelot opened his mouth to answer her, but before he was able to say something, a hoarse voice came from the bed, interrupting him.

"He saved my life," Percival said, nodding determinedly, leaning over the edge of the bed to look at them. "Lancelot fought the Trinity guard for me, he almost died. He's a hero and I'm his squire."

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