#Go check out my fanfic or not it’s kind of cringe

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DCxDP Fanfic idea: Wrong Number

Bruce prides himself in keeping all of his networks secured. If he didn't make it himself, he had the funds and connections to get him the best working on his systems.

He had backup plans in case the systems were ever hacked, of course, but he had yet to encounter a cyber attack that wasn't beaten away by his firewalls or his team.

Babs and Tim were far more feral when booting out unwanted guests. The level of protection was also transferred to his other systems that weren't Batman-related, just to make sure the connection between Bruce and Batman was never made.

That's why he never really checks his personal phone's caller ID, not the one he gave out as Brucie Wayne, but the one Bruce used for his real life without any masks- civilian or vigilante. The only ones who had the number- and the access- were his children and Alfred.

Not even the Justice League- those who were aware of his identity- knew of this number.

Bruce is in the middle of typing up a report for the next Wayne Board meeting when his personal phone rings. He figures it's Dick giving him a call to update him on his drive home or maybe Jason, as his son was planning on going to college.

"Go for Papa Bruce," He says, knowing his kids hate his phone greeting and doing it deliberately to spite them.

There is a long pause where he can't help but smirk thinking his child is either rolling their eyes or cringing too hard to properly speak. Eventually, a voice cracks over the speaker.

"Hello. I'm selling cookies to raise money for my own star. Would like to buy a box from me?" says a boy, not one he has taken in. The voice is young maybe not even double digits yet. Bruce is alarmed.

"Who are you?! How did you get this number?" He demands, yanking his phone to his face and seeing, with a chill, a phone number out of state.

His system had been compromised. By a child. By accident.

"My name is Danny!" The boy chirps. "I sell cookies. Like the Girl Scouts, but I'm a boy, and I don't scout."

"That's rather fantastic, lad. What kind of cookies are you selling?" Bruce asks to keep the boy on the line while sending an email blast to the others. It's a string of numbers that are code for compromise so they all know to close any communication channel until it's safe to get back on.

"Chocolate chip. Mint Slim. Oatmeal and peanut butter. I made them myself!"

Right. Bruce hooks up his phone, tracing the call. The signal bounces off the call, swinging up to a salute and falling back down to earth. In seconds he has the boy's location. It pings in a small town right outside of Star City.

He sends Barry a private message. His friend is already on the way to the location. He'll get the boy in a few seconds.

"How much for a box of chocolate chips? Those are my favorite." Bruce tells the boy, voice whimsical as his Brucie persona demands.

In an unsure tone, the boy pauses, then whispers, "I don't know. No one ever let me get this far."

"How about twenty for a box of dozen? I'll buy five boxes for each of my kids that live at him," Bruce tells him, and the boy gasps.

"That could buy me one whole night in a hotel!"

Bruce's insides freeze. What did he mean-

"Hey! No! Let go!" Danny suddenly screams. Bruce's heart launches- he hates it when kids get hurt, especially those that sound like Danny- until Barry's voice comes over the speaker.

"I got him, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for alerting the Justice League Hotline." That's code for This is not a threat to you Batman and Bruce allows himself to relax just a little.

"Narc!" The boy shouts, outraged, before the call drops. Barry is likely taking over the situation, which means Bruce can leave it in his capable hands.

After reassuring his kids that he is fine and that they are all safe, he suits up and meets the Flash in the Watch Tower. There, he learns that Danny is only seven years old and has been living on the streets for a while.

The boy had been surviving by baking some cookies to sell on the side of the street- where did he bake them? The boy would not say- until he got the bright idea to try to sell through phone calls like he had seen on TV.

He punched in random numbers at the community center phone and gave his pitch about a star, thinking people would be more willing to buy from him if he had an excellent reason.

Barry had left him with CPS, but he looked devastated about that. It turned out that Danny was a meta and had likely been kicked out of his home once it was found out based on what he said of his parents.

Bruce felt he should assure Barry that Danny was fine and look into his placement to help settle his more sensitive teammate's nerves.

He was unhappy that Danny was not in a good placement; there were far too many reports from a concerned neighbor to make him think it was a safe place. Given the fact that placement had a lot of meta kids that "fell through the cracks," Bruce worried he had just stumbled across a trafficking ring.

He would sick Barry and Jason on them. Just to ensure they wouldn't see the light of day again.

Still, that did not fix his mistake with Danny, the little cookie seller.

Bruce hacked into the system to move Danny. He thought about where he would move the young child but ultimately had him in Wayne Manor.

Just until he could confirm that he would be safe. He certainly didn't think about the adorable little boy who called him with his heart in his hand and got sent to a terrible place for three weeks because of Bruce.

Danny arrived at Wayne Manor with a happy little bounce and a chipper outlook on life than Bruce was expecting. "If it isn't Mr. Narc!"

God, he going to adopt the boy, isn't he?

(Danny has been thrown into a different universe, aged down to a child. He survived by overshadowing people into letting him spend the night baking cookies.

He was thrown into a somewhat typical home, but the nosy neighbor down the street took far too much notice of his overshadowing, and now he was being moved again.

Maybe he can terrorize Mr. Narc now instead? )

[doggone-devil]

How (Not) To Summon a Demon: Chapter 1

I’m attempting to write my first Hazbin Hotel fanfic. I don’t know how it’s going to go as I don’t normally write so much as I draw. I’m nervous but I’m also having fun with it so here’s the first chapter of my first fanfic titled “How (Not) To Summon a Demon”. Also, I’m writing this solo with no beta reader so sorry for typos, mistakes, etc. If you point them out, I’ll go back and fix them. Thank you!

Alastor x Reader

Warnings: demon rituals, stupid decisions, ghosts, paranormal activity

Feedback is welcomed! I might also move this to Ao3 depending on how well it does. 😊 Enjoy! 😊

Summoning rituals have been a pain in the ass for demons everywhere in Hell. Even lowly sinners with barely a sigil to their name could be summoned should a mortal find the right way. It was worse for those with higher power, demons who ruled over certain humanely aspects such as fertility, hearth, or revenge. Throughout the decades, as humanity build past the spiritual and focused more on science, less and less demons were being summoned. Now, the denizens of hell could roam peacefully, spending their miserable afterlives how they saw fit without the worry of being dragged topside.

That is, until one curious mortal just so happened to stumble upon such a book.

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“Veronica, this is stupid!” you claim, cringing at the dust covered debris you were stepping over. For some god awful reason, you had decided to entertain your roommate and follow them into an abandoned house. Normally, old houses didn’t bother you. You were intrigued in the history, thinking about the people who might’ve lived in them before Mother Earth took them back. Yet this one in particular was just unnerving.

Nestled in one of the many bayous of south Louisiana, this old plantation looking home was wrapped in moss and vines, the swampland quite literally devouring the structure. The floors were barely holding your weight, groaning with every step you took forward as you tried to keep up with your very enthusiastic friend.

Veronica turned her flashlight at you, blinding you momentarily. “This isn’t stupid! It’s experimental!” she moved the light off you, using it to scan the room you were in, a bedroom on the second floor. It was filled with a bed, a dresser missing drawers, and a nightstand. The wallpaper was peeling and the light fixture had fallen years ago. You mindfully step over the glass.

“Just imagine what could be in here,” she spoke, examining the nightstand. “Not just the memories, but the potential of ghosts!”

“Ghosts,” you scoff. “The only thing here is trash, trash, and more trash.” You wonder why you even came. She thinks so, too, as she glares at you.

“You didn’t have to come you know,” she comments.

“And miss you pissing your pants? Fat chance,” you joke, making her smile. True, you were reluctant to come along when she had asked, you still felt reluctant, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this even if just a little.

“Oh hey! Check this out!” You move over to where Veronica is hunched over. Just below the nightstand, tucked in between it and the bed frame, is a book. She brings it out and sits it on the bed, using her hand to wipe away the dust. The cover is old, leathered, and the markings on it are too faded to read.

“Maybe it’s a dirty novel,” you say, wiggling your brows at her. “You know, some chicks back in the day had to get off with those. They didn’t have internet like we do.”

“That’s just gross.”

“Honey, that’s truth.” You chuckle as she rolls her eyes, opening the book. The pages are worn but readable as she flips through them. You watch from over her shoulder, frowning at the contents. There’s pictures depicting people being beheaded, of demonic creatures drinking blood. It creeps you out.

“I think it’s a book on summoning,” Veronica says. “Look.” She points at one of the pages, a paragraph instructing on how to set up a circle. It then has some kind of image on the next page, a circle with a bunch of symbols that you can’t recognized. A cold shiver runs up your spine.

“I think we should put it back,” you state. It’s suddenly very cold in the room and you swear you can feel something watching you.

“Don’t be such a pussy!” Veronica closes the book and tucks it into her bag.

“What are you doing?”

“Duh, I’m bringing it back with us!” She looks at you as if she didn’t just say the dumbest thing ever.

“Have you not watched horror movies?” you ask in disbelief. “Two dumb chicks find demon book in abandoned bayou home and then get slaughtered as sacrifices to Satan. Am I making any sense to you?”

“You make it sound like you believe it’s real.”

“No,” you defend, “I’m still a hardcore skeptic, but even I ain’t stupid enough to invite that shit into my home.” You turn to head towards the door, ready to leave this hell hole behind. “Put it back and let’s go.”

“Fine,” she sighs. You leave the bedroom and quickly make your way down the stairs, checking behind you to make sure she’s coming. When you confirm that she is, the two of you make your way out of the house and back to your car that’s parked a few feet away.

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The ride back home is quiet and within minutes, your entering your shared apartment. You go to make your way to your kitchen when Veronica speeds past you to the living room. She’s quickly flittering around, grabbing spare candles and setting them up. You eye her with suspicion and groan when she pulls the book out of her bag.

“Veronica, you didn’t.”

“I did,” she giggles, tapping the seat next to her. You cross your arms over your chest.

“I am not participating in this,” you state, firm in your decision. You didn’t believe in ghosts or the paranormal, or even demons, but you’ve seen plenty of horror movies to know that this is how it starts. In no way were you going to be another victim in a paranormal mystery compilation.

“Please,” Veronica pouts, giving you the puppy eyes. You bite your bottom lip, trying to resist. She even goes as far as clasping her hands together, blinking up at you. You give in with a deep sign.

“Fine. But I’m waking you up if something comes into my room later tonight,” you declare. She nods in agreement as she moves to let you join her on the couch. You eye the book, then the candles. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Not a clue!” she answers. “But, the book has clear instructions. I just need three candles,” she pauses to point at the candles, “and two participants!”

“Well would you look at that,” you mock. It’s a coincidence, is all, as candles are in nearly every home and most households consist of two people.

“Stop being a party pooper and hand me that lighter.” You lean over the couch and grab the BIC, placing it in her open palm. She lights the candles one by one, then straightens up, suddenly looking serious. It takes effort not to laugh.

Veronica starts reading from the book, something about calling the corners and inviting those who wish to join as witnesses. You look around, waiting for something to happen, but so far, nothing does. She continues, beginning to speak something in what you guess is Latin. It sounds wrong as you remember your old high school Latin teacher being strict on pronunciation, but you don’t correct her. When she finishes, she claps her hand and looks expectantly to the empty space in front of her.

Nothing.

A minute passes.

Nothing.

“I don’t get it,” she sighs, slouching back into the couch. “I did everything it said to.”

“Have you thought that maybe it’s just not real?” you offer.

“Ok, but just once, I was hoping it was. I mean, look at the book! It’s so old and weird, I thought it could be legit, ya know?”

“Yeah, but sadly, we live in a place I like to call reality!” you say, using your hands to make a fake rainbow in the air. She huffs a laugh and sits back up, standing off the couch.

“Well, since a hot and sexy demon didn’t appear, how about I go grab us some food?” she asks, already going to grab your keys.

“Oh, pizza?”

“Pizza it is! I’ll be back in like, thirty minutes.”

“Cool, drive safe!” you call out as she leaves. Once it’s just you, you look back at the book, smiling at how silly it all was. Demon summoning. As if. You pick up the book and look at the Latin she had read. It was fuzzy and you’re only able to recall a few phrases. It’s less an incantation like you thought and more of further instructions. It tells the reader to place their finger once pricked on top of the signal and recite the summoning phrase.

You look at the front door then back at the book. It’s silly. You know for a fact demons aren’t real. This book was just some kind of occult hoax. So then, why did you want to give it a try?

Sighing, you reach into the drawer of the side table next to the couch, pulling out of the mini sewing kits you had for emergencies. You pull out a needle and prick your finger, wincing as a drop of blood pooled to the surface. You pick the book up with your other hand and press your finger down into the middle of the sigil. With a deep breath, you recite, “Daemon avaritiae, voluntatum et actuum, te voco. Veni et da mihi desideria mea.”

You close your eyes, waiting for something to happen. There’s just silence and still air. You can faintly hear the hum of the refrigerator. Your shoulders relax and you let out a nervous laugh. “Knew it,” you mumble to yourself, “just a stupid - .” You stop as your eyes stay fixated on the candles. The flames are flickering, raising higher then dropping back down, higher again, like they’re dancing. You feel the temperature drop, just like it did at that house.

“Ok, this isn’t funny,” you whisper, moving your legs to that they’re pulled up to your chest. You gasp when the flames go out, along with the electricity, submerging you into darkness.

“Oh, darling, I can ensure you I’m not laughing,” a voice deep responds and you scream, jumping off the couch. You can’t see anything, trying desperately not to trip over furniture. Of course an intruder decides to show up now when you were attempting to summon a demon.

“W-Whoever you are, I-I have a gun!” you shout, trying to sound tough but failing as your voice cracks and falters. You weren’t lying, you had a gun for just this occasion, but it was tucked safely away. In your bedroom. Where you were not. Great.

A deep chuckle rumbled in the darkness and you gulp, reaching around blindly to try and find purchase on anything. You felt your back press against something cold and felt behind you, relieved to find the wall. Now you just had to find a door, something to bring a barrier between you and whoever the fuck was in your house.

You’re searching for a knob when light suddenly fills the room, a figure stepping in. You scream, making the other person scream, too.

“The fuck is wrong with you!” Veronica shouts angrily, flipping on a light switch. You squint as light hits you. “Are you trying to scare me half to death?”

You run over to her, trying to push her out the door. “We have to go! There’s someone in here!” you warn her, pushing harder, but she won’t budge.

“Girl, what are you talking about? There’s no one here!” You turn to protest, to point at the man who had been talking mere seconds earlier, but she’s right. As you scan the room, there’s no one to be seen.

“No, no, no. He was just there. I was on the couch, doing the ritual, and he -“

“Wait, you actually tried it, too?” she asks but you ignore her.

“- he spoke behind me when the lights went off! He was, he was…,” you trail off, feeling frantic, panicked. Had you just imagined it all? Had you paranoid yourself that badly from the ritual that you hallucinated the whole thing?

Veronica called out your name, making you look at her. “I think you need to go lay down. You don’t look to good.” You nodded slowly, agreeing with her. You did feel tired.

“Y-Yeah, I‘ll just…go lie down.” She sat down the pizza and held your hand to your bedroom, making sure you made it to your bed before bidding you goodnight. Once the door was shut, you were left alone in your room. You looked around it, suddenly aware of the darkness creeping in around the edges. It unnerved you and you quickly turn on your lamp next to your bed. It fills in the empty spaces, bringing clarity as you took note of every little detail of your room. It eased your mind, being able to see everything.

You shoved the blankets back and crawled under them, exhaustion hitting your hard once your head laid on to the pillows. With a stifled yawn, you close your eyes and attempt to forget about the whole thing as you fall asleep.

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[happypotato48]

List of Thai BL dramas i've watched with short opinions about them i guess :P

Thai BLs that i finished:

A Boss and a Babe. It's cute for what it is, i loved the gaming friendships and i'm a sucker for forcebook. 7/10 need more unhinged energy from book.

A Tale of Thousand Stars/Our Skyy 2 : Bad Buddy x A Tale Of Thousand stars. this show reminds me a lot of early to mid 2000s lakorns. it's a beautiful by the book love story, i appreciated that a bl got to take a spin on this kind of quiet thai story. 8/10 loved it but still too vanilla for my taste.

Bake Me Please. Guide Kantapon is the cutest man alive and CAKES! that it, that all i have for this show. 6/10 it's a show that exist.

Be My Favorite. damn fluke gawin is so pretty what was this show about again? :P i'm kidding, i actually really liked this show. i watched it when i had zero knowledge about bl industry, i was oblivious about krist's controversy and i find krist acting to be charming and think kawee is very relatable as a cringe fail human myself. 8.5/10 this show made me want to collected weird thingies.

Cherry Magic (Thailand). oh boy this show. it's was everything to me also the only show so far that i've written extensively on this site. here is my personal feeling about this show. 9.5/10 would kill for taynew.

Cooking Crush. what! the fuc$! look look, i just learned that both offgun are older than me. when i first saw the show i thought they were some rookie actors with how young they looks. watching cute bl is gonna be the death of me. anywho this show is supercute don't have a lot of thought about it though. 7.5/10 cutting half a point cause of no samsee x metha.

Cutie Pie/Naughty Babe. what a fuckin legend of a series. all the characters have zero braincells and somehow all the rich pretty boys are engaged to each other and by arranged marriages nonetheless. wtf is this fanfic version of thailand and where can i get hit by a truck and get isekai to it. 7.5/10 still haven't watch Cutie Pie 2 U, i hope it get dumber.

Enchanté. this show is so dummmb it should've go full camp reverse harem yaoi nonsense but it didn't and ended up being kinda boring. 6.5/10. meh, i'm still a sucker for forcebook.

Last Twilight. UGHHH!! i'm still so mad. this show was going to be THE SHOW for me then ep 11-12 happened i legit mentally check out halfway through ep 12 and i basically blocked the ending from my mind. this show came out at the right place and the right time for me, the first 9 episodes helped me through a very tough time in my life. the story of two people helping each other finding their way out of the dark was very compelling to me. ughh. 5.5/10 (9/10 for ep 1-9) P'Aof why are you like this!!

Laws Of Attraction. yassssssss this show slay(literally :P) the show is a breath of fresh air for me despite how very lakorn of it is. i'm glad that there is a bl that feel this soapy and campy cause like i do love my angsty and innocent school bls but the industry really need show like laws of attraction. jamfilm also were very great in their roles espically film, charn is the most babygirl corrupted cute evil lawyer of all time. 9/10 no note headempty only charn's evil smirks in my mind

La Pluie. now, this is a romance. this show is one of the most romanctic media that i personally have experience. i loved that the show took the cheesy premise of soulmates and work it so well to do both deconstruction and exploration of the trope. i think using rain, thing that isolated people as a narrative tool for love connection is absolutely brilliant. last but not least pat is just the perfect bl love interest, he's an very idealized character but he do feels like an actual person. i want to give a shout out to Pee Peerawich the way he said "มันหนาวอ่ะ" in ep 8 sent me, the raspy voice, the eye twich and combo those with a back cuddle, sir! you just commited a mass murders with that move. 9/10 plz i need season two with my baby boy tien.

Love in Translation. the unhingendness of that first meeting is probably my favorite bl meet cute. look if you don't get into a fistfight with the guy you destined to be with then what is the point of life. this show fake date is very well done it's doesn't feel forced like in a lot of other bls and it make the growing attraction feels very genuine and it pay off in one of the best sex scenes in all of bl, yang is such a freak and i loved him for it. 8/10 the last two episodes did got slightly off the rail for me but i still enjoyed the show.

Moonlight Chicken. one of the most beautiful shows i ever watched. when watching this show i can feels, smells and tastes everything it depicted. from the comfort khao man gai to jim's loneliness, from alan's heartbreak to liming and heart's midnight motorcycle ride. this show gave me all the feels and i still can't completely shake it off. 9.9/10 this show is a healing.

My School President. These boys!!!! i can't, i loved these boys so much, all the boys, YES ALL OF THEM! this show is on the opposite spectrum of Moonlight Chicken for me. while MC give me the good heartaches this show give me unbridled joy it's like heartstopper on cracks. i absolutely adored tinn and gun and the show relentless optimism about thier first love. love is awesome no matter the romantic, familial or platonic kind and i think this show hit the marks with all three. 10/10(i'm super bias but fuck it idc i even liked the singing) this show made me started watching thai bl and it always will have a place in my heart.

My Ride. this show is lacking in intimacy but making up by being all heart. could this show be better if they fleshed out and explore more of tawan and his cheating bf's relationship, maybe but i'm happy for what we got. 8/10 mork and tawan were very cutie patootie, i don't remember much about the het and the side couple were just st ok.

Step by Step. man trisanu is exactly the same height at me and i want everyone to know that is the only reason i started this show🤣 . i feels like this show have a lot to say about stuff but i kinda got lost staring at man trisanu while watching. one thing i really loved is the very fem *ตุ๊ด coworker who got to be a real character not just a jokey sidekick and having a loving relationship with a hottie. 7.5/10 can i get more man trisanu in bl plz.

Triage. asshole doctor stuck in a timeloop for him to find the meaning of life, yes plz give it to me. i loved stories about assholes who need to better themself for love and other junk. tinn and tol are both grumpy bitches and i just loved that the show use the timeloop to soften these nerds. at the end i just want to wrap them in blanket and let's them cuddle each other forever. 8.5/10 the last ep is bit convoluted but i forgave the show for that cute clocktower kiss.

You're My Sky. i started this show for my boy suar and he did not disappointed. the pining and the longing for an older boy who been there for you most you life, chef kiss. this show also very beautiful to look at. 8/10 i'm kinda meh about the side couples, i do think they all got the "good ending" for their stories.

Thai BLs that i didn't finish or gave up and skipped to the ending:

Bad Buddy. Oh boy, am i gonna get murder for this??? sorry but idk why i didn't wholeheartedly love and give this show my undivided attention. i watched this show very weird and out of order, i started with the last ep than just watch other episodes in bit and peice. i think i've seen 70% of this show. plz forgive me this is the first thai bl i tried to get into but can't. maybe i need to give this show another chance and watch it properly. or idk maybe cause the way i watched it, it's ruined for me forever. 6.5/10 i loved the rooftop kiss plz don't kill me.

Dangerous Romance. this show is trash and not the good kind, how this show depicted relationship between a rich asshole and a poor boy feels very gross to me. i fast forward a bunch and gave up after the not just dumb but very cruel breakup. 4/10 it's watchable if you ignore the plot and the chatacters.

Hidden Agenda. wow this is the most nothing show that ever nothing for me. it's a perfected white noise while playing chill video games. i stopped watching after ep 8 cause look like there going to be a dumb break up, i have no desire to revisit this show. 5/10 joongdunk were kinda cutes.

The Miracle of Teddy Bear. this show is too god damn long with too many side plots the one and a half hour per episode killed the momentum for me. i liked the show and do think i want to revisit and finish it one day. 6/10 for now.

Vice Versa. why are they giving jimmysea this show. this show is so boring for me, i gave up in episode 6. 4/10 gmmtv give my babies better shows!!

Thai BLs that i've watched all the sex scenes and have no intention of watching the actual show:

Kinnporsche: heheehehhehehe everyone were so hot, too bad i don't like rich mafia story. mile being a nepobaby also significantly killed the mood for me. 55555/dead bodyguards (idk how many there are but i don't care) the ost are bangers though.

Venus in the Sky and Love in the Air. cringe gay sex for the wins. 69/420.

ok, whoo that was a lot. gonna pin this cause i don't think anyone want to read all that in one sitting. i think i'm gonna make another post for non thai BLs in the near future. thanks for reading my unhinged opinions hope i'm not gonna get moider for it 55555555.

[angiesmagicspace]

Choi management

Pairing: idol boss San x fem reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Word count: 9,7K

Warnings: coworkers to lovers, boss-employee relationship, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, name-calling, squirting, POV switches

Summary: Being his assistant was both a dream and a nightmare , and you are ready to take everything he can give.

Authors note: This fanfic is almost three years old, when I first wrote it was about Harry Styles, so forgive me if some parts sound a little cringe. But I tried my best to rewrite it, and now I am really proud of it. I hope you like it

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“Honestly speaking, what do you think love is?” that's what he asked the first time we went to dinner. I was shocked, to say the least, but also speechless. I used to think about what love is, but I never found an answer to that question. Yet his brown eyes were glued to my face, still waiting for the answer, patiently looking studying my facial expression. I needed to say something, I mean, it would be really rude to leave him without an answer. “I mean..... it's a very complex question, but I think it’s an utter feeling of you as a person being complete, you know” he nodded happily it was like he was utterly satisfied with what he heard. I always knew San was an old soul, romantic just every woman's dream, yet he was alone. I truly didn't know why, such a perfect man yet so lonely. You are probably wondering what are we doing for dinner together, well I just finished college, and I was applying for a lot of jobs, one of them being San’s assistant. I had no problem doing that, it sounds like a lot of fun, although no job is fun, at least you can try to make it as fun as possible. Now that you know what's all this about, let's go back to our conversation. I was still kind of confused why is that so important to him like he would never hire me if I answered that question wrong if that's even possible. Soon we finished, he paid, and we went out “I will call you in a week and inform you about your possible new job, but I would just like to say that it was my pleasure to spend these few hours with you,” he said with a smile on his face. That made me blush, and I was hoping he didn't notice that.  “Thank you so much, but the pleasure is all mine, truly” he hugged me, and we parted ways.

I was slowly walking to my apartment that was nearby. I was smiling, even if I don't get this job, this will be my best memory. I entered my apartment, and the smell of vanilla brushed over me. I showered and then sat on my bed checking my emails one more time before sleep. And I had something to see, it was an email from his management. It made me more nervous than surprised. I slowly clicked on it while it was loading, I was more nervous than ever before. Carefully reading it, I realized that I was nervous for no reason. It was just a thank-you email saying that San had a wonderful time and that it was truly a pleasure. He really needs his word to be last, but that's fine, he is the boss here. I turned off my laptop and went to sleep, happy about the whole day.

My alarm went off at 8 am and I stood up, finished all my morning business, and went out to get breakfast and go to the gym. Training isn't something I enjoy, but I only do it for my health. After I went home to finish some work. There was no use in just sitting around doing nothing and hoping someone will call me. While waiting for someone to hire me, I work something that you can't define as a job. I help Instagram influencers with their feed. I spent like five hours helping multiple people with everything, and now I am just listening to some music while making some lunch/dinner for myself. While the music was blasting, I danced around, having a lot of fun. I sat down and ate what I made and texted Soyeon, my best friend and gym buddy, for a little just talking about where will we go tonight. We both agreed to first go for a drink and then go for a short walk. She texted me when she finished her job to start getting ready. I put on some jeans and an oversized dress shirt and a pair of sneakers. Soon I heard a doorbell, it was Soyeon, so I opened the door and hugged her. “Hey, girl, how are you? How was your dinner date with Mister Choi?” she smiled, excited to hear what I have to say. “First of all it was a formal dinner not a date, and it went pretty well I mean who am I lying it was amazing, he is such a gentleman.” I said remembering that night and how amazing it was. She looked at me in awe at how big I was smiling. “ Okay, enough about that, let's go out and have some fun,” I pulled her out of the apartment. We went to the nearest bar, as we entered a strong smell of alcohol and perfume showered us, we made our way to the bar and ordered two margaritas. We drank them just enjoying the music, after that we slowly started walking out, both of us had better plans than to be hungover tomorrow morning.

As we were making our way out, I noticed a familiar body just standing there, he turned around and his brown eyes almost immediately made contact with mine. He smiled, and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks blushing. He motioned for me to come to him, I taped Soyeon on the shoulder just telling her that I will be back in a second I am just going to greet San. She smiled giving me thumbs up yelling that she will wait for me. I just laughed and went to San. “Well hello my possible future assistant, here for a night out,” he said smirking. “ No, just for one drink and then home, not really in the mood for a hangover tomorrow,” I smiled. “Well it's nice to know that there are people like you, I am here with a few friends you know relaxing a bit,” he said still smirking, I am barely able to continue this conversation he is making me feel things I never felt before. “Have a good night, I got to go” I said smiling, turning around and waving at him. He just smiled, waving, and turning to his friends. I practically ran to Soyeon, so we can go out to just talk about how hot he is. The moment we were out Soyeon turned to me just waiting for me to start talking. As I caught my breath, we started walking and I started telling her everything. You could tell that she was amazed by my admiration for San, even though I applied for a job that considers me talking and looking at him every day the whole year round. As we were in front of my apartment, we hugged and said our goodbyes, and she wished me to get a call from him as soon. I went in, did my routine, and went to bed.

The next morning, my alarm went off, as I look at my phone, there was a text from San and an email from his team. I opened the mail first, slowly reading it, realizing I got the job. At first, I didn't believe it, but I read it again and again making sure that it was true I am not dreaming. I silently screamed. After a short silent screaming session was over, I opened San's text, he said to come to his office at 1 pm, so he can tell me everything I need to know before I start working full-time tomorrow. I replied to his text that I will come. This will be an amazing day, I thought to myself. I went through my basic morning routine. As I was back from the gym I started preparing for my meeting with San, I went through every possible scenario that could happen. Around noon, I went out slowly walking to his office. I needed that walk just to relax before I meet him. I entered a tall glass building, going straight to the counter. “Hello, I am here to see Mr. Choi,” I said to the lady. “You are his new assistant, right,” she said with a small smile. “ Yes, I am,” I said also smiling, just trying to be nice and leave a good impression. “Okay he is on the 5th floor take the elevator, good luck,” she said smiling. I smiled back, thanking her. I went to the elevators, clicked the button, waiting for one of them to come down. Finally, one of them arrives, I enter it clicking on number five just standing there trying to stay calm.

As the elevator door open I go out searching for his office, didn't need much time since his name was written on one of the doors. I breathed out and slowly knocked. “Come in” I hear a deep husky voice. I slowly open the door, entering. “Hello Miss Y/L/N and welcome to Choi management,” he said with a huge smile across his face. “I am glad to be here, Mr. Choi,” I said. “Call me San I don't mind, and I will call you.....” he looked at me wanting to hear my name “Y/N,” I replied. “Okay, Y/N so let's start with some basic things for coffee, I like Americano. When it comes to food, I am not very picky, so you can surprise me with whatever. When I tell you the time of the meetings I will expect you to be on time always” he explained. “ Is there anything else important to remember, Mr. Choi?” I asked. “Yes never call me Mr. Choi again I don't like it, also every Sunday I would appreciate having my schedule sent to me. Be ready to go to many events with me as my plus one.” he said very seriously, looking like it was so important to him that I remember that. “Okay, I wrote everything down, hopefully, I will not let you down on any of these things,” I tried to be as polite as possible. “ I believe you will do this job the best, but tell me one thing you should never do,” he said, smirking. “ I should never call you Mr. Choi,”  I didn't want to look too much comfy, it's not good for the job. He smiled, this smile, there was nothing like his smile, this man will be the death of me, truly. “So now that we went through all the basic things you need to know we can go out have some lunch and walk around a bit, I would like to get to know you better,” he said excitedly as a little kid. I slowly nod and start walking towards the doors with him.

We went to the elevators, and he pressed the buttons, waiting for one of them to come as we entered the elevator. I went to press the button, but he had the same intention. Our hands touched, and we both looked at each other, smiling but also blushing. I know why I am blushing, but I don't understand why he is blushing, there is no way he likes me. We both brushed it off and just stood next to each other, pretending as if nothing happened. Thank god we were fast out of that elevator “See you after lunch Irene” he said to the lady that welcomed me at the counter, she waved at us and we waved back. But there was one thing I found very strange, she was smiling like she is so proud of him going out on lunch with me, but I am probably just overthinking it. “So what made you apply for such a job, I mean nothing wrong with just asking,” he asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Well after college I didn't know what to do with life, so I just started applying for every job I can and yeah I am here,” I said trying to sound casual. “Well I guess I don't need to tell you my story, every person on this planet knows it,” he said laughing to himself.  “Everyone knows the public side of your story, but who is San Choi?” I asked looking at him, studying his face as it changes the moment he heard my question. “You know nobody ever asked me who is San Choi, I mean people don't care about who you are actually when everything that defines you is your career like I don't exist as a person.” he said, and you can hear a slight sadness in his voice. “I mean you don't need to tell me I am just an employee, you can easily replace me any time you want,” I said, realizing how replaceable I am for him which made me kind of sad. “Don't you ever dare to say that again, I am not some type of angry self-centered boss who will just go around and command people. Of course, I am going to tell you everything, I want you to look at me as a friend from work.” he said, sounding kind of hurt by what I said. “I am so sorry, sometimes I say really stupid things.” I said, wanting to apologize for hurting him. “It's okay I made a big deal out of it. Oh, here we are, this is my favorite place in town.” he opened the doors for me to walk in. This place is so beautiful, it has such a nice aesthetic, everything is beige and brown it's so cozy. I can see why he likes it so much.

The waiter approached us, walking us to a free table. We sat down and ordered some coffee to start. “This place is so charming, reminds me of some modern apartment,” I commented, amazed by his choice of places like this. “I know that's why I like it so much, makes me feel like I am alone at home.” he said,  being so proud of himself for choosing such a place. “It takes little things to make me smile,” he said, trying to make me talk about myself. “Oh, I feel you on that one, yesterday one of my neighbor's kids brought me one singular flower because he thought I was pretty,” I remembered that moment and how happy it made me. “Well that boy is not far from the truth, you truly are pretty and amazing, you are pretty amazing,” he complimented, making me smile. It's nice to hear such a compliment from someone who is that pretty. “Thank you so much, you are pretty amazing too, I admire your work and your songs, you inspired me since high school.” I said, watching him blush as he hears everything I say. “Oh, don't make me blush this hard we are in public,” he said giggling. “Why not show the world who you are,” as I said that the waiter came to take our orders, and both of us ordered a salad. We were soon done with the lunch, walking back to his office. While we were walking, he took pictures with some fans and talked with them for a bit. I found it sweet how much love there is from both him and his fans, it's like they live together. Some of them asked who I am, and he immediately and very proudly told them that I am his new assistant. Soon we were back in front of a big glass building saying our goodbyes and talking about tomorrow. “You know I haven't forgotten your question about who is San Choi actually, and I hope you will help me figure that out till then see you at work,” he said, wanting to sound both romantic and mysterious. He succeeded in being very mysterious and kind of romantic. But I still don't understand why is he like that to me, I am not that special, maybe he sees something more in me.

We both slowly walked away, he went back to his office and I went back home, still thinking about everything he said today. Before I went to bed, I did some work and prepared everything for tomorrow. As I was about to go to sleep I got a message, it was from none other than San. “Good night friend from work,” it made me smile at how sweet he is, I wrote good night back and fell asleep. In the morning, I was exhausted since I needed to wake up early to get ready and pick up coffee for San. As I was dressed, I went out to find the nearest coffee shop, so I can buy coffee for the two of us. When I found one, I went in rushing even though I had plenty of time. I started ordering, but the guy that was taking my order said that their coffee machine is broken. At that point, I was scared that I will be late or come to work without his coffee, so I went home and made some coffee at home. I poured it into some big unicorn thermoses, hoping that San likes unicorns. I packed everything and went running out, calling a taxi, so I would get there faster. I told the taxi driver that I am in a rush, and he immediately started driving as fast as possible. Soon I was in front of the Choi management, luckily San wasn't there yet. After what felt like an hour but was five minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around, and there he was with some tall guy that I have never seen before. “ Good morning Y/N this is Jihoon, my bodyguard, he will be with us often, so you might want to get to know each other,” I shook hands with Jihoon smiling, he smiled too, but he was still very intimidating. “Nice to know that someone will keep you safe, here is your coffee I am sorry about the thermos they didn't have the coffee you love, so I made it at home.” I explained since you don't get coffee in unicorn thermos that often. He just smiled. “It's no big deal, these unicorns made my day,” he said, letting me know it was fine and that he is not mad. I felt a thousand times lighter, I was so worried about him being mad. “Let's go, it's time to start some work today, right?” he said, opening the doors. We went in, Irene greeted us, and we went into the elevator. Soon we were in his office, he was finishing some work on his laptop while I was making a schedule for this and next week. After a few hours, I was done with everything I had to do, and it was time to go pick up lunch for us. “I am going to go pick up lunch, do you have any special thing you want?” I asked just in case he wanted something special. “Whatever you have I will too,” I just nodded my head going out of the office. I also asked Irene if she wanted anything, and she just said whatever you find. I went to the restaurant we ate yesterday and ordered three salads with a side of baby carrots and hummus.

After they were ready, I went back, gave Irene her lunch, and then went back to the office to eat lunch with San while both of us finished some more work. “Thank you so much for this lunch, I was really in the mood for some carrots and hummus.” he said, satisfied while closing his laptop. “You are welcome, I finished your schedule for this, and next week I just need to finish a few things and I will send them tonight,” I said being so proud of myself for finishing all the work for today. “I just want the schedule for this week, I like to get surprised on Sunday when I see what's for that week,” he said, packing his stuff. We stood up and went to the elevators going down, saying goodbye to Irene and leaving the building. “Well, see you tomorrow, first here then at the studio.” he hugged me, making me feel so small since he was taller. “Goodbye, San, have a nice night,” I said, slowly pulling away from the hug going away. I went on a long walk, just feeling so happy about this new job. As I was near the river, I got a call from Soyeon. She just asked how is the job, and we talked for like an hour. When I was in front of my apartment we finished the call, I went in and unpacked my things, and that's when I realized my thermos wasn't there. I guess I just left mine at the office. I drank some juice and then went to the bathroom to finish everything. While I was showering my shower playlist was playing but in the middle of my shower music got silent for a second which meant I got a text. I just assumed it wasn't that important, so I just continued my shower. When I was done I checked my phone and saw it was a message from San, at that moment I regretted not looking at my phone when I got the message. But as I entered the chat, I started laughing. It was a picture of my thermos filled with water with the caption “Guess I stole this from you, so now it's mine sorry not sorry” he likes making me laugh and smile. “It's all yours now to make you smile every day,” I wrote back. I got into my bed, checking his schedule once more and putting it in unicorn theme, trying to be as funny as him. I just sent it to him, and not long after that I got another text from him saying that from now on every schedule needs to be in some funny theme. I agreed with him and sent a good night text. After almost an hour of me just rolling around the bed, I turned my computer on and opened Netflix, trying to find something to watch before bed. After a very long search, I played some trashy show I never watched, and as soon as it was on I fell asleep. 

My alarm started blasting. I hate waking up this early, but as soon as I was out of bed, remembering that I have the best job on this earth, I was okay. Since San stole my thermos today, I decided to buy tea, not coffee. I went to the café that was two streets away from my apartment. I ordered some tea, soon as it was done I paid for it and headed to the office. Irene told me that San was already up in the office, I just thanked her and went up. “Morning San here is your tea since you stole my thermos, and I am not such a cruel person to buy coffee you don’t like,” I said slightly laughing the same as him. “I am sorry okay didn't mean to do it but since I did the crime is done and the unicorn thermos is now mine,” he said laughing taking his tea. We were both working on our laptops for two hours, and then it was time to go to the studio. I packed all my stuff, but he was still really focused on his laptop, “I will wait for you down in the lobby” he just nodded his head, eyes glued to whatever was on his screen. I went down, chatting with Irene, just killing time till he comes down.

San's POV

Damn, everything she says is so perfect. Even the most simple things from her mouth sound like honey dripping from her lips and going right into my ears. When we first met in that restaurant, I knew there was something about her that will make me fall in love with her. When I asked her what love is I thought she will just say an emotion but what she said surprised me. I knew she was a special one-of-a-kind one, but I never knew she was that perfect. She probably doesn't even know how perfect she is. I noticed when she started packing, I knew very well that it was time to go to the studio, but I was so focused on the screen because I was looking at her Instagram page and I had my word tab open just in case I get an inspiration. Well, little did I know she will inspire me to start writing something. Of course, I will show it to Hongjoong and the rest of the crew as soon as she leaves to get lunch for us. As I realized it was 30 minutes since she left, I packed everything and went down. There she was standing by the counter just talking with Irene, looking perfect without any effort. Irene noticed me, but I motioned her to not say anything, I wanted to admire Y/N's beauty. After a couple of minutes just standing there, I went to them. Y/N and I walked out of the building and entered my car. Jihoon was in the backseat, I know what a joke such a man sitting in the back like a toddler. But I wanted to be close to Y/N as much as possible. The radio was playing, and she was having a tiny dance party in her seat, but I decided to turn the volume up and join her. I mean, it must be a lot of fun, she looks like she is enjoying it. I started singing at the top of my lungs she just looked at me smiling so much, I can see that she enjoys this job as much as I enjoy her company.

Y/N's POV 

He is having the time of his life, singing and driving. I truly enjoy this as much as he does, sadly as we were having so much fun we were right in front of the studio. Jihoon opened his door first, then San opened the door for me. “What a gentleman, thank you, San,” I said, watching him smile like he just won a Grammy. “Everything for my assistant,” he said while giving me my stuff. We entered the studio, and everyone was already there, since we were about an hour late. He excused us, and everyone was fine with that. I sat on the couch while all of them were working on songs and new singles. I was working on my laptop for a while then I went to buy lunch for everyone, San insisted that I pay with his card. At first, I was stubborn and didn't want to take it, but he insisted, even Hongjoong told me that he won't give up. I went out walking around with Jihoon, chatting and trying to find someplace to buy food. “You know he likes you, right?” Jihoon said, looking down at me. “That is a nice joke you like to stand up.” I said laughing, obviously not believing what Jihoon said, I mean he is Choi San I am just his assistant, not the prettiest person that walked this earth. “Y/N, I am only joking when I am drunk, and I can tell you I don't have a single drop of alcohol in my blood. He never does things like this you know singing at the top of his lungs while driving, I mean he doesn't even like driving his car” Jihoon said trying to convince me that what he said it's true. “Jihoon, you know him better than I do, but people like to do some things sometimes maybe today was one of those days for San,” I said ignoring everything Jihoon said, I just simply can't believe that someone like San can like me. “Y/N, he texts you goodnight every night, yesterday he purposely stole your thermos he tells me everything. Remember when you two were at dinner just meeting each other he told me everything about you, every night while I am driving him home he just talks about you” he said, and now I don’t even know what to say, but luckily I found a place to buy food. I ordered everything they told me to. Then we started walking back to the studio, “You know Jihoon it's hard for me to believe you, just because he is San Choi, and I am me”  I told him admitting everything I was thinking about. “It is okay, just give him time, I believe he will tell you all of this very soon, I know,” he told me as we were entering the studio. I gave everyone their food, we ate, then worked some more. At about 8 pm, San thanked everyone, and we went out to his car. “I will drop you off just tell me your address,” San said, but I can't let him do that, I am not ashamed about where I live, but he is still my boss. “You don't need to, just drop me off at the office, I will walk home,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “It's pretty late and there are creeps everywhere I will drop you off just tell me your address,” he said sounding like he is my dad, not my boss. “Okay, I will put my address in GPS,” I said, writing my address in. Soon we were on the way to my apartment. I looked at Jihoon in the rearview mirror, and he was looking at me with I told you so look, and I truly hated that he was right about everything he told me today. Soon we were in front of my building, I took my stuff and said goodbye to them.

As I was trying to find my keys, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and of course, it was San, who would it be. “I….. I…..just wanted to say good night and see you tomorrow” he said nervously like I am the celebrity here and not him. “Good night to you too see you tomorrow.” I said, turning around and slowly entering my building. “I love you” he whispered as the doors were closing, probably thinking I didn't hear it. But was he wrong about that, I heard everything, and it made me feel butterflies in my tummy.  When I entered my apartment, I texted Jihoon telling him that he was right and for sure wasn't joking. Of course, he answered with I told you calling me dumb in seven different languages. After my shower, I just laid in bed thinking about everything, but soon I fell asleep trying not to think about it anymore. In the morning, I was awake an hour before my alarm rang, thinking about the dream I had last night. It was about San, it's been a long time since I had a dream like this one. To be exact, I stopped having dreams like this since my freshman year of college. We all know what kind of dream it was, the one dream you only tell your closest friend and nobody else. I can tell that today will be extremely hard since we have a whole day in the office, just two of us. But I needed to get ready and go there, like it or not. I again bought a tee for us and went to the office.

We didn't talk too much. I mean I know why I am not talking but what's up with him, he didn't even tell a single joke since I came. It's like he also has something he is ashamed of, like he had something to hide. I will not think about it that much. I strictly focused on the work as nothing else existed. For some reason, both of us stayed in for lunch break. I mean I packed fruit salad for me and him, I ate mine, but he was still untouched on his table. Maybe today he is not willing to eat fruit, I don't know. “Do you want anything else, you don't need to eat the fruit salad, I just thought to make it for both of us.” I said, trying to get him to tell me something, just anything. “No, no the salad is just fine, I am just not that hungry right now. I will eat it later I promise.” he said, giving me the simplest answer, he wasn't in the mood for talking. I understood that.

I worked some more, when all of a sudden he sat on the chair on the opposite side of mine. “I want to take you to dinner tonight you know, consider it a business dinner.” he said, looking me right in the eyes, trying to find his answer in them. “Okay fine, I will just need time to get ready,” I said all nervous, I mean more alone time with him would be just perfect but still, I am nervous about it. “Fine pack your things I will drive you to your place, so you can get ready,” he said already helping me to pack everything. He just closed his laptop, and we were on our way to his car. Jihoon was with us of course, I mean San is still famous. Soon I was in my apartment standing over a pile of clothes, not knowing what should I wear. When I get a text from Jihoon, he told me that he knows what was going on and that I should wear a black dress or something like that. Wow, San tells him everything. He helped me with this because I had just the dress for this. A silky, black, knee-length dress is truly a perfect thing for an event like this. I was ready waiting for a message or something from San, suddenly I heard a horn in front of my building it was him. He was standing there in a beautiful black suit, looking like a piece of art from a museum. I went down as I opened the door, he looked at me up and down, admiring me and my dress. He put his hand out for me “Shall we, my lady” he asked smiling so big. I nodded my head, entering his car. Soon we were in front of a fancy-looking restaurant. We went in he was holding my hand, I know a little strange for a business dinner but fine I don't have anything against it. The waiter took us to our table where we ordered first some wine, of course, he was choosing to call himself a wine expert. I just laughed at the name he gave himself.

“So, what do you think about your new job? I mean probably too soon to ask, but I would like to change the things you don't like.” he said looking interested in what will I say, he truly likes to take care of everything. “I like it, it's so fun, I mean a lot of people don't find their job fun, but I do have a lot of fun working with you. But there is something I would like to change if possible,” of course I hesitated, maybe he will be hurt, but I need my own office and I know for a fact that there is free space in the building for that. “What is it, something about me, was someone rude to you, I will fire that person whoever it is.” he was extremely worried about it, I knew this was coming, but I really require my own space, and probably he requires it too. “No, no everyone is so nice to me believe me you have the nicest employees ever, but I wanted to ask you for my own office, both of us need a little bit of privacy.” I said, but he was sad about it, like I said I don't want to work for him anymore.

As he was about to say something the waiter interrupted us, he needed to take our orders, but he was soon gone. “I understand that, but I just want to know is it because of me, did I make you uncomfortable?” he was so worried like he cared about me and my feelings. “San, you never made me uncomfortable, I just think that both of us need to have some sort of real boss-employee relationship, right now it is not really like that. I didn't say this to sound mean or ungrateful.” I said still worried about what he thinks about this. “No, you don't sound mean Miss Y/L/N I understand tomorrow I will make sure you have your office on the same floor is that fine with you Miss Y/L/N,” he said really cold but also very hurt, but he wasn't the only one that was hurt now. It's not about that he called me Miss Y/L/N, but he was cold and kind of rude for the first time since I met him. I was on the verge of tears, I am not this emotional, but this slapped me across the face. “Yes, it is fine with me Mr. Choi,” I said trying to sound as normal as possible since my eyes were full of tears by now. But he also looked so hurt when I said Mr. Choi he looks like he truly regrets being this cold to me. I just excused myself and I ran to the bathroom, my tears were running down my face, this truly and deeply hurt me. Soon I calmed myself and fixed my makeup and went back to the table. Our food was there, well, I took my time in the bathroom. “Everything alright Miss Y/L/N?” he asked professionally “Just fine Mr. Choi,” I said low, just trying to not cry again. I sat down, and we ate, I took only three bites since I really couldn't eat after everything, I mean I cried like five minutes ago. On the other side, he was having a feast, enjoying every bite of his pasta. We both paid, since he wants to have a boss-employee relationship. We were out of the restaurant and I slowly started walking just thinking about how to get home, I mean it was dark, and I am dressed like I was at some party. I don't want to end up with people saying that I asked for it. I was still in the same street walking slowly, I just wasn't in the mood to rush home. “Hey just because we have some different rules now doesn't mean I will not drop you off home, I am not a cruel animal to do that you know that Miss Y/L/N” he yelled from his car slowly driving next to me. I looked up at him, eyes full of pain, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was not able to get a single word out of my mouth. When he saw me he turned off his car, getting out of it as fast as possible, it took him only two steps to come to me. He hugged me holding me so tight, that was my breaking point, I hurt him and myself just because of a stupid thing I thought I needed. I was crying, and he was just holding me in his arms so strongly like he is about to lose me. We needed to go into his car since fans and paparazzi were yelling taking pictures of us. We were in the backseat, and Jihoon was driving. “Everything is ok Y/N I am so sorry for being so rude and cold, I never wanted to make you feel like this I am so sorry.” he whispered into the hair that was covering my ear. I just looked at him, trying to get some words out of my mouth, but nothing was coming out. He just told me to relax and that everything was alright. When we were in front of my building, he didn't let me go. He carried me to my apartment, not wanting to let me down for a second. When we were in my apartment he let me down on my bed “I am fine now Mr. Choi, you don't need to stay with me” I said assuring him that I was truly fine. “Foremost San I don't ever want you to call me that, second this was a really hard night for both of us I will stay with you, I will sleep on the sofa,” he said looking at me with his loving eyes. “Okay, San, I will find something for you to wear and some pillows and blankets,” I said, going out of the room to find everything. He went into the bathroom to shower, and while he was showering, I prepared everything.

Soon he was out of the shower with just his underwear on. It was pretty hard to not just stare at him. “Here is everything you need, I just don't have anything for you to wear except my shirts, but they probably do not fit you,” I said, trying to keep eye contact with him. “It's okay, I don't mind sleeping like this, thank you so much,” he said laying down on the sofa trying to get comfortable. I went to shower too, as I was done I went into my room laying on the bed having trouble falling asleep again for the millionth time. I decided to go to San and baldly ask him to come and sleep with me. At this point, I couldn't care less, he was already in my living room in underwear. “San can you come to sleep in my room I can't sleep,” I said low just looking at him, he was also fully awake, there was something in the air that was keeping us awake. “Yeah, sure, I also can't sleep,” he said getting up, taking the pillow and blanket. We both lay in the bed, at first on opposite sides, but soon he brought me to him, hugging me. I felt so safe and peaceful. Soon we were both asleep.

San's POV

She is finally in my arms, her hair is soft and smells like cherries and her body is so tiny. I can't believe this is what's happening right now. After I made her cry and let her feel guilty for hurting both of us, this is exactly what I needed to do. Hug her, fall asleep with her, and make her feel safe and loved. While I was on the sofa I was thinking about her wanting her own office and I mean she is right both of us need some private space, before her, I was always in my office alone, Irene would come from time to time, but that's it. I did everything in that office I was there happy, sad, drunk, sober, even horny, and at some point. I miss that, but also she makes me feel good when she is there with me, I feel less lonely. I always felt lonely even though there are a lot of people around, nobody made me feel less lonely like she did. She truly made me feel like I have somebody besides Jihoon. But also the other day it was truly awkward both of us were silent, I know why I was. That morning while I was just lying in my bed I thought about her in a way I never should have, but let's just say not long after that thought I needed new sheets for my bed. I still can't help but wonder what made her that silent, for sure it wasn’t even close to what made me silent. Anyway, I need to stop thinking and sleep I still have work tomorrow, or maybe we don’t need to go to work tomorrow we can stay in or have a day for ourselves. Enough San time to sleep, not to make things awkward because of your thoughts. That stupid alarm is still ringing, I thought as my head was buried in the pillow. I just hate mornings, they are the absolute worst part of the day. I want to get up and get stuff done, but my brain just wants to rest all day. Suddenly the alarm stopped, that's new who is in my apartment this early. And then it hit me I am in her bed, covered by her blanket still laying on her pillow. I slowly lifted my head, seeing her just sitting on the edge of the bed, probably trying to wake herself up.

Y/N's POV

I was just sitting on the edge of the bed trying to wake up, I would like to just lay down again and spend my whole day laying and cuddling with him. Last night was one of the best nights ever. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up still in his arms. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I am again laying in bed and not sitting. Just as I wanted to get up again and start getting ready I felt his arms around my body slowly bringing me closer to him. “Good morning sunshine” he whispered in my ear, his morning voice so deep and husky like music to my ears. “Good morning to you too San, thank you for staying last night, it made me feel better” As those words were out of my mouth he pressed me closer to him. The only things that were separating us now were his boxers and my pajamas. That's the moment I was so scared of, being so close to him made me remember every sinful dream I had about him. But it seemed like I wasn't the only one with sinful dreams and thoughts. His morning wood was getting harder every second. Even though I thought of him in this way, this was scary but also so good. “You know we can just spend this day together with no work just me and you wherever you want” he was still whispering, and for a second I thought about it but no I can't do this not now not today. “San we have work to do, and you have meetings today and I can't cancel them now” I tried my best to ignore his dick pressing on my ass it was almost impossible. Even though I tried my best to stay calm, someone was excited to be this close to him. I hate when my brain can't control the sudden wetness in my underwear. “You can't cancel them, but I will make sure to cancel them and make today all about you” he was stubborn about his decision to stay with me all day. “We need to go,” I said, escaping his arms and going to the bathroom. I heard him groan behind me, which made my legs weak, and I almost fell. I went into the shower, just letting the water relax all the tension in my body. I wasn't sure what to do, so many thoughts were running through my head. I mean he is my boss, and I am his assistant, but on the other hand, even though I wasn't working for him for so long we succeeded to make a really strong bond with each other. It was almost like I knew him and he knew me since day one.

My endless thoughts were interrupted by his gorgeous singing from the kitchen. I quickly finished my shower and put on my bathrobe with only panties underneath. As soon as I entered the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filled my nose, which woke me up. One thing that made me even more awake, was the sight of San in just his boxers, his back muscles were moving so slowly yet firmly. It wasn't just the way he looks that made him this attractive, there is something much more, every time he enters a room all the attention is drawn to him, no matter male or female. 

I slowly approached him from behind, trying to stay as far away, so I don't touch him, but as close, so I can smell his washed-off perfume. “So have you decided are we staying together and spend a day together, or you do want to work,” he asked mocking the way I told him we have to work. For a moment I got lost in his eyes, those two caramel browns were so mesmerizing and relaxing to look at. “Princess we don't have a whole day you need to decide faster, it's not so complicated do you want to sit in the office all day and look through thousands of boring papers or do you want to spend a day with me. If I were you I would choose the second option sounds more fun and entertaining” he said sounding a little arrogant, I mean he isn't wrong, but he doesn't need to flatter himself so much. “San you are very well aware of the fact that we can't just be friends we are coworkers, and it doesn't look professional for both of us to be this close” These words left my mouth, but my thoughts were very different, I wanted to spend a day with him, I wanted to be friends, even more, hell I wanted him fuck me till I forget who I am and where I live. It just felt safer to sound responsible and then see where he goes, than just jump in his arms and show him how much I want us together. “Oh sweet innocent Y/N doesn't act all squeaky clean, both of us know that you have thought of me in a very filthy way. I know exactly why I didn't give you your own office. Thought you would figure it out by now, but I guess that's not the case” he said slowly his voice so low, moving towards me and pushing me against the counter, my cheeks were burning at this point my panties soaked in my arousal, my nipples got hard in a matter of time. I barely contained myself from taking off my robe and his boxers and giving him and me what we both desired. “ I…… San this doesn't feel right, we work,” my sentence was interrupted by his soft plump lips kissing me. As soon as I felt his lips on mine, my brain went off, I couldn't think straight, the only thing on my mind was telling him everything I want him to do to me. He slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss and looking at me with soft eyes.  “Look at you, for someone who doesn't want this so bad, you are one needy baby. I like it, you are stubborn but greedy for the things you love and need.” he chuckled, making me even hornier, if that was even possible. His hands slowly separated my robe, ghosting over my inner thighs. He started rubbing me over my panties, just acknowledging how wet I am. “So wet but nothing happened yet, do I turn you on this much or is it some crazy fantasy about me that you created while in the shower.” I couldn't answer, my mind too foggy to create a thought. The only things that left my mouth were silent moans and whines. As he started rubbing faster, I couldn't contain myself, I started grinding on his fingers. “Ah, ah, sweetheart, you are not going to get everything you want easily, you ignored me this morning and put work in the first place now it's my time to get revenge. First, we will drink this coffee, and then we are going to order some food for my apartment, I will call Jihoon he will drive us there and then maybe just maybe you will get the pleasure you want or should I say need.” After those words left his mouth I took my cup of coffee as fast as possible, I drank it all in a few minutes not wanting to look too needy. He just smiled lightly at the effect he had on me, but he was powerful I can't deny it, if he told me to get on my knees right this second I would without any second thoughts.

On the way to his apartment, the car was silent. Only music and Jihoon’s hums were heard. Both of you in the backseat squished together like there wasn't enough room. His hand was on your thigh, inching closer every second. When he got too close to your pussy, you just glared up at him, trying to get him to stop. Having someone watch did sound arousing, but you didn't want that someone to be Jihoon. You appreciate the man too much to do something like that in front of him. Soon enough, you were in front of a tall building that looked very luxurious. As soon as the car stopped, you were running to the building's entrance, with San right behind you. “Slow down, doll. You don't even know where to go,” his reminder made you realize that you may seem too desperate. But that wasn't far from the truth, ever since his fingers left your pussy, you craved him even more. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, his lips were on yours, one of his arms holding your leg up. He ground his dick on your pussy, making you even wetter.

When the elevator hit the floor of San's apartment, it opened with a little ding, signaling that you arrived. One thing you didn't know was that San lived in a penthouse, so the elevator is literally in his apartment. He pushed you inside the apartment as he continued to kiss you. The food he ordered was on the table, and it smelled delicious, but it wasn't your or his priority right now. He brought you to his room, pushing you on the bed. While he was taking off his clothes, you started taking off yours. And there you were, both naked, just admiring each other like you were pieces of art. “I knew you are hot, but damn princess. You naked, that is a piece of art right there,” he commented while kneeling in front of the bed. He pulled you by your legs to the edge of the bed, first, he licked your pussy, and then he started sucking on your clit. This action made you throw your head back with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Taking the chance while you were distracted with the pleasure, he pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy. While his other hand squeezed your boob, pinching your nipple. This surprised you in the best way possible, you started moaning his name over and over again. “That's right doll. Show everyone who is fucking you this good,” his fingers fastened their pace while hitting your G-spot just right. When he felt your walls contracting around his fingers, he immediately pulled out. Stealing one precious orgasm from you. You pouted at him, but he didn't say anything, he just pushed his dick inside you. Continuing with the brutal pace that he set with his fingers. He was huge, to say the least, every time he pushed inside it felt like he was in your stomach. Shaking, you looked down, seeing a tiny bulge pop out every time he pushed inside. Moaning, you took his hand, putting it on your lower belly for him to feel the effect he had on you. Confused, he looked down, and then it was time for him to roll his eyes. “My precious little princess is so tiny. I can't even fit inside your pussy without it showing,” all this felt like too much. You felt your orgasm nearing, which also San felt. He started slamming inside of you even faster than before, trying to get you both to your orgasm. “Come on doll, cum with me, milk me dry.” and that's when you let go of that pressure in your lower belly. The orgasm was so strong that it made you black out for a minute. You couldn't see anything, only feeling San's heavy body falling on top of you and his kisses on your forehead. When you came back to your senses, that's when you felt the wetness beneath you, but you didn't question it too much. However, the embarrassment hit you when San stood up, his whole stomach was covered with some liquid. “You are full of surprises, princess. Never pegged you for a squirter, but I'm not complaining,” he commented, while slowly pulling out. He went away for a second, probably to the bathroom. You climbed up his bed, just laying there. And that's when the realization hit you. You just had sex with your boss, and slowly panic started to rise inside you. You wanted to run, but your body was frozen in place. That's when San came back into the room with a damp towel and a bottle of water. He cleaned you up carefully, then he sat down beside you, opening the bottle. He probably saw panic written all over your face. “Princess, I know what you are thinking right now. And I need you to stop. You will not get fired, as your boss can a hundred percent guarantee that. The only thing that will happen now is that you will be promoted to my girlfriend, if you agree of course.” he whispered softly while stroking your hair. His words gave you peace of mind, although I hope to do well in my new position,” you said, smiling, which made him smile and give you a soft kiss.

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hiii <3 i love ur work and was wondering if you could do matt murdock x overstimulated autistic partner comfort fic? :] have a nice day

Omg ofc I can! I love writing situations that are more uncommon to find in fanfics!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or Marvel**

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Autistic!Male!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: look at req

Tw: overstimulation, very descriptive negative sensations (I hate every negative sensation I wrote about), slightly suggestive comments but it’s all a joke made to cheer you up

A Kind Hand

You liked Matt for many reasons. His kind heart. His willingness to put himself aside to help others. His looks, too.

But you really liked that he never judged you for having autism and that he could tell when you got overstimulated without you having to tell him.

The two of you were at some outdoor festival and there were so many people. So. Many. People. All the little sounds they made, every bird chirp, all the colors and smells of hundreds of people mixing into one giant cesspool of information that needed to be filtered. That was too much to be filtered.

Matt could already tell that you were freaking out a bit. Your heart rate was increasing quickly and he could smell the sweat on your palms.

“Hey, are you ok, darling?” He whispered quietly to you.

You shook your head no, despite him not being able to see it.

“Overstimulated…” You mumbled, bringing your fingers to your ears.

He nodded.

“Do you wanna go home?” He whispered again.

You swallowed and nodded, but cringing slightly, remembering he couldn’t see you nod.

“Mhmm…” You hummed, hoping he would take it as a yes.

“Do you wanna hold my hand?” Your lover held out his hand, offering it to you.

You gently took it and intertwined your fingers with his, trying to focus only on him and not what was happening around you.

Matt kept you close to him as he parted the sea of people with his walking stick. Most people moved far away from him when they realized he was blind, pretty nice in this situation.

Your gripped onto his arm and huddled as close to him as you could to avoid touching any unwanted textures, or people in general. Just thinking of touching anything other than Matt made your skin crawl.

The two of you had finally made it out of the large crowd and got further away from all the loud unpredictable noises. It was already helping but you really wanted to just go home, put on your noise canceling headphones and lay in your boyfriend’s silk sheets.

Just as you were thinking about how nice it’ll be at home a car on the street next to you let out a sudden loud honk, and caused you to jump, wrapping your arms around Matt. Without saying a word he wrapped his arm around you and gently kissed your head.

The sudden noise of the car horn seemed to jolt you back to oversensitivity and you felt every fiber of your shirt and the awful feeling of the jeans you were wearing in humid weather. It made you want to gag.

You took a shaky breath and pulled away from Matt, needing less pressure on your uncomfortable clothes.

“You alright?” He checked.

You suddenly felt like crying with frustration at the idea of needing to use words but swallowed down your discomfort.

“Can’t—handle…touch.” You managed to string together.

He nodded and kept walking, listening for your footsteps.

When you two finally reached the apartment it felt like you were two seconds away from exploding. Matt hurried the both of you in and just entering your shared apartment made it better. The same smell you were used to, the quieter environment.

You still needed to get out of your clothes tho and Matt seemed to realize it too. He headed to the bedroom to rummage around and find a soft shirt for you.

You didn’t even wait to get to the bedroom to strip your jeans off. The clinging feeling of damp denim finally leaving. Left only in your boxers, you sighed with relief and walked to Matt.

“Stripping already? I haven’t even bought you a drink yet, pretty boy.” Your boyfriend teased, trying to lighten the mood.

You huff out a laugh and give him a tired smile, despite him not being able to see it. He always manages to make you smile.

He hands you the significantly softer shirt and you waste no time in changing.

God, that festival and the overstimulation really zapped your energy, you realized, rubbing your face.

“Probably gunna nap…” You mumbled.

Matt hummed in acknowledgment.

“Can I kiss you before you take a nap?” He asks, very politely for someone who’s slept in the same bed as you every night for over a year.

You smile at his courtesy.

“Forehead.” You say as you guide his hands to your face so he knows where your forehead is.

He gently presses his lips to your forehead.

“Have a good nap, love. I’ll probably be reading a book.” Matt says offhandedly as he leaves the room.

Only as you’re settling under the silk covers do you realize Matt can’t read books.

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Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: G

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Eri, Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Katsuki helps Izuku babysit an unruly Eri who has opinions about how Katsuki should treat the person he likes.

Genres: comfort, humor, romance

Word count: 1,020

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Usually, babysitting Eri was a piece of cake. She was such a good kid. In some ways, she reminded Izuku of his younger self: always on his best behavior for fear of being a burden. In his heart of hearts, Izuku was glad Eri’d been acting up today, because it probably meant she was getting more comfortable with him. That said, he was exhausted.

“No, you’re saying it wrong!” Eri stomped a socked foot on the carpet of the common room for the 100th time that evening.

Izuku sighed from under a mountain of pillows, making sure his irritation wasn’t loud enough for the little girl to hear. “What do you want me to say, Eri?”

“It’s not fun if you’re not scared!” 

Izuku buried his face in a cushion. He’d never been a very good actor. When he was a kid, it was different, because the make believe games felt real, especially the ones he played with Kacchan. Right now, however, he was having trouble “getting into character.” It’d been a long day.

“Come oooon!” Eri whined.

Izuku drew a bolstering breath. “Save me, Healing Hero: Uni!” He cringed at his own voice. Eri was right; he didn’t sound scared at all. “My legs are stuck under this pillow.” Izuku realized his mistake too late. “I-I-I mean rubble! Under this rubble!”

“Noooo!!” Eri’s yell flipped into a piercing whistle register.

“What’s with the damn racket, hah?!”

Izuku poked his head from the pillow pile at the sound of Kacchan’s voice. Despite the angry eyebrows and tense grip on his wooden spoon, Kacchan looked soft in his black pajama shirt and sweats, stirring a pot of what smelled like his signature spicy curry.

“He won’t . . . s-say it right . . .” Eri murmured, her face almost as red as her dress. She must’ve been embarrassed to be caught in a meltdown.

“Heh. That’s ‘cause Izuku can’t say anything right.” Kacchan grinned. Izuku’s face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. He opened his mouth to make a retort, but then Kacchan’s face melted into something softer. Awkward, even. “But he, uh . . . He always does his best. So give ‘im a break, eh?”

Eri’s lower lip quivered. Oh no, oh no, it was starting. Izuku’d known Eri for about a year, and he’d only seen her cry about four times. She held it in, because she didn’t want people to know they’d upset her. Izuku could tell. Eri only ever cried when she thought she’d hurt someone else. But she wasn’t to blame! Izuku should’ve been able to keep her happy. Why couldn’t he have just been a better ‘helpless civilian’?

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay.” Izuku stumbled free of the pillow pile. “See? No tears!” He squatted in front of Eri and pointed to his own dry eyes. Somehow that only made more tears pool in Eri’s until they spilled over. “Oh, gosh, please don’t be sad, Eri! I’m not sad. Really! I’m just a little tired, that’s all! Three hours is kind of a long time to play hero, and—“

“Three hours?” Kacchan interrupted. “No wonder the kid’s pissy. She’s fucking hungry, idiot.”

A few minutes later, Izuku, Kacchan, and Eri sat around the circular kitchen table, each with a large, steaming bowl of Kacchan’s famous spicy curry (Izuku with an extra side of rice, because he was a ‘wimp’ according to Kacchan). 

Kacchan’d been right about Eri. She seemed much happier with a belly full of a delicious, home cooked meal. Izuku often forgot his own meals, but forgetting Eri’s dinner was basically a crime. He’d have to do better next time. Maybe he’d start getting healthy, pocket-sized snacks to keep in case Eri got hungry randomly during the day. The grocery store sold veggie snacks, but she’d need something with protein so—

“Quit muttering, nerd.”

“S-sorry, Kacchan.” Izuku stuffed his cheeks with rice to stifle any unconscious muttering.

“Why do you call Deku names?” Eri asked with curry stuffed in her own chipmunk cheeks. She could handle spice almost as well as Kacchan.                       

“‘Cause he’s a nerd.” Kacchan answered flippantly, adding even more hot sauce to his own bowl.

“But don’t you like him?”

Izuku inhaled a chilli flake and choked. 

Kacchan slapped him hard between the shoulder blades, and the flake dislodged. “Yeah, so?”

Izuku wheezed. Kacchan was admitting to liking him? Of course, he didn’t mean romantically. There was no way. But still, Izuku never thought he’d hear Kacchan admit to more than tolerating him.

“You’re ‘spose to call him something nice,” Eri insisted. Izuku held his napkin to his mouth, more to hide his flushed face than clean the sauce on his chin.

Kacchan leaned across the table, grinning like the cheshire cat. “Oh yeah? Wadda you suggest, Eri?” He addressed Eri, but he looked right at Izuku, and the hairs on the back of Izuku’s neck stood on end.

“Hmmm . . .” Eri scrunched up her face in serious thought, as if she’d just been given the task of choosing the number one hero’s official hero name. This was dangerous. Lately, Eri’d been getting more and more interested in the kind of stories where princes and princesses fall in love at the end. There was a non-zero chance she was about to suggest a super lovey-dovey nickname.

“It’s okay, Eri,” Izuku tried to redirect the conversation, “I really don’t mind when Kacchan calls me a—“

“I’ve got it!” Eri lit up. “Honey Bunny!”

Izuku froze. 

Kacchan’s shoulders quivered and he covered his mouth with a broad hand, presumably hiding his laughter.

Eri bounced in her seat, clearly proud of herself. “‘cause of the ears on his hero costume!”

Izuku was at a loss. Surely, Kacchan would shut down that nickname (err, pet name), and it’d probably hurt Eri’s feelings since she was so proud of it, but how could Izuku console her without admitting that Kacchan calling him a pet name would be a dream come true that could never in a million years actually—

“Alright.” Kacchan leaned back in his chair, smugly crossing his arms. “Honey Bunny it is.”

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If anyone is inspired to continue the story, PLEASE DO! I’d love to read it. (Just please don’t useChatGPT.)

[tio-trile]

Hi, I read your answer to that ask, describing what happened in season 2. Know that I completely respect that you don't like it (I loved it). But you have a few things wrong or don't know about them (maybe?).

So, Aziraphale is a landlord but he really doesn't care. He forgives Maggie 8 months of rent for a few records that are worth like 20 pounds. He's chill.

(Yeah Crowley throwing the books was a bit ooc but it was also hilarious, i laugh so hard when he did it a second time.)

I kind of agree with you on the Gabriel x Beelzebub, they were a bit cringe and quite sudden (I ship them in fanfic but they are meh in cannon). I thing their relationship was more about getting rid of Gabriel for plot reasons. So Aziraphale can be involved with the Second Coming.

As for the last 15 minutes of ep6. There is a LOT of things, of subtext and miscommunication and physical expressions and whatnot, between Aziraphale and Crowley as well as for the kiss. There were different things they were both thinking the other said and meant. I'm not good at analyzing shit, but if you scroll down the good omens tagg (if you wanna) there are amazing posts doing just that.

As for why this season feels different, and that they are "retconning" Aziraphales progres from the book and season 1, they aren't, really.

Season 2 is just a bridge between seasons 1 and 3. So don't worry, we will be probably getting the South Downs Cottage.

And Aziraphale did realise that Heaven the system is wrong. But he still has that idea ingrained in his mind that Heaven is good, God is good. That it could be good again, only if someone could change it from within. He was definitely manipulated by Metatron. He basically got pulled back into a toxic/abusive relationship by being given everything he though he wanted. It's complex and it's deep, and again, I'm not the best person to describe it (there are many great posts). I think it's similar to Zuko’s arc from ATLA season 3 and 4. Aziraphale has to see from within the toxicity and wrongness of Heaven. (at least this is kind of my theory, sorry for rambling)

Again, I completely understand and respect your dislike of the season. Different people like different things. I just don't want you to write the show off too hastily. I really hope I didn't came on too strong and rude (if I did, know it wasn't my intention, sorry).

Okay, bye.

Thank you for being so polite and objective about it! Again, publishing some views from the other side. The landlord thing I was honestly half-joking too -- it's just fun to make fun of landlords (they're David Tennant's archnemesis, amiright /j), and honestly I can maybe see Aziraphale being enough of a bastard to do that 😂

I don't agree that "season 2 is just a bridge" because what happened this season didn't make them have no progression or stayed in the place at the end of season 1/the book -- it actively changed a lot of things. Like I said, a big one for me is Aziraphale and Crowley knowing each other as angels. That changed the beginning of the book and S1 and nothing they can do in season 3 is going to backtrack that. Getting the South Downs Cottage isn't really my ultimate goal -- I want the story, themes and vibe to feel really Good Omens, and this season just isn't doing it for me. Of course we may have different understandings of Good Omens, and I also respect that other people can have their own opinions. Thank you for understanding and respecting my dislike, you didn't come off as rude, but I'm just completely checked out now.

[cartoon-lovers-world]

Hiya! Have chapter one of my Found family Kismet fanfic!

This takes place after the escape, to clear things up

Enjoy!

That boy is odd

Branch trekked through the forest, searching for more food in case he had to stay in his semi-bunker for the rest of the week. He didn't mind his new life, as long as it kept him safe. He would wake up, search for food and water, collect wood, then go back to complete building his hideout Bergen-proof, survival bunker. Though he would mostly fall asleep on the incomplete pile of dirt

Not his usual smile painting his face, but a dark, emotionless expression plastered on the gray skin.

His face, once lively and animated, now pale and sweat-drenched from working day and night. His entire body, for that matter, was getting thin and weak from the lack of proper nourishment, and the gray look wasn't helping cover it up.

He stumbled upon another stick. Thin, he thought. But he didn't have a choice. Winter was at the doors, and he still needed to find more provisions and secure his shelter if he wanted to survive. He picked it up and placed it in his lap with the others.

He was doing great in surviving so far. Everything was good.

He was fine.

He totally loved himself.

Himself.

He stopped in his tracks, repeating the word. The one who pushed his brothers away.

And the same one who made his grandma meet her fate, leaving him grieving for the life cut short. It was his fault. He ruined everything.

He hated himself. Every part of it.

But he couldn't dwell on the past now. He wasn't allowed to. He had to survive and build his bunker, he had to wait for his brothers– they could be dead, too.

Why hasn't he thought of that?

Chills ran down his spines at the thought, hands unconsciously reaching out to hug himself. The wood was still in his grip, scratching at his skin as the tips of his fingers marked on his arms, but he didn't seem to notice. Crimson red mixed with the colorless sweat as the wood dug its way deeper into his body, doing so little to numb the pain haunting him since that day.

Or even snap him out of his trance-like state.

He longed for someone to sing him to sleep, any sweet melody to softly rock him as he sat in his bed.

But even he cringed at his own voice.

It cracked and hoarsened even when he was simply talking, no longer the angelic one his grandma used to say he had.

He sobbed. It racked his entire being, and his eyes were wide with terror. He wanted to go home, to hide under the makeshift, temporary shelter. So why couldn't he move?

"Are you okay?"

Branch blinked, frantically checking his face. It was dry. He wasn't crying, not yet, and that's when he noticed the blood trickling down his arms.

"Do you need to go to the doctor?"

Branch shook his head, looking up to see the source of the voice. A total contrast of him.

There stood a troll, the usual smile that painted his kind's face filled with concern as he looked at the boy in front of him. He was blue, glittering. He was one of those glitter trolls, Branch figured. They always hurt his eyes when he looked at them. The dull troll eyed the other for a few seconds, a bit mesmerized by the colorful aura he emitted. He was once like that.

"I'm fine," he finally answered.

"You're bleeding," the blue troll insisted, ignoring the orange one pulling at his sleeve.

"I'm fine, thanks," Branch repeated and turned away to leave, the whispers he assumed were about him fading into the background as he disappeared through the forest.

The glitter troll frowned, offering a small goodbye wave before looking at the younger. "Trickee, what's wrong with you?! He probably felt offended!"

"Hype, they say it's contagious!" another yellow, glitter like his friend, troll chimed.

"You really think being gray is contagious, Boom?"

Trickee crossed his arms confidently. "Enlighten us, Mr. Ablaze."

Hype sighed. "It happens when a troll loses the happiness inside of him. It's not contagious, dummies."

"So he's, like, emo?"

Ablaze rolled his eyes, not bothering to hide his smile. "Yes, 'Rick, he's emo."

"Cool-"

"Actually, that means he went through a lot." Hype's gaze shifted to the direction where the mysterious troll had faded, an unsettling sensation rising in his chest. The image of the troll's terrified face kept repeating itself inside his head. "That's not right…"

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Hype sat at his desk, cheek pressed against one hand and the other sitting in front of him, drawing random shapes onto the lyrics he was working on. He's heard about that troll before, how he has, in the span of twenty four hours, transformed to the dull, gray troll everyone was now familiar with. But he never thought he would actually interact with him, or semi-interact. It was mostly him talking.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and staring into the ceiling.

Rumors.

Rumors spread like dandelions in a windy field about that troll.

Sad, some people said. Crazy, others assumed. Bad luck, also on the list. And you can never tell for sure. Huge, scary titles were given to such a small, fragile creature. Yet it seemed no one had enough courage to state any of them. Gray, was the color Trolls feared the most, after Bergens. It was never a good sign for a troll to turn gray. Even worse when the troll in mention was a child, expected to shine with colors like no other.

But he didn't. He was dull, devoid of any signs of happiness, and, to logically justify it, the tribe had laid hands on the 'contagious' theory, their carefree minds refusing to believe that the world wasn't all cupcakes and rainbows - as he heard him say under his breath before he left.

A knock was what dragged Hype out of his head, and the person didn't even wait for a 'come in' before barging in the room.

"Dinner's ready." The blue troll turned to see the second in command leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, thanks, 'Blaze," he mumbled, forcing a smile in return. The other's faded.

"What's on your mind?"

"Is it that obvious?"

His brother nodded. "At least to me, brother."

A sigh. "You don't think he's contagious, do you…?"

"Well, he is young… younger than Boom and Trickee, even." Ablaze paused. "It's just weird, I guess."

Hype looked deep in thought. "What if he went through a tough time? Lost his family, maybe?"

"We all lost our families, Hype," his brother said. It came out darker than he had anticipated. "Maybe he just didn't deal well with it."

"Maybe…"

[nonbinaryaubrey]

furmori anon here

to be honest, did not think of specific species, past, general type of animal..

so gonna go with, yes aubrey is a rosy maple moth

now gonna explain reasoning

basil is meant to be a lamb as like, sacrifice and innocence, bcus yeah basil is a character portrayed consistently as a sacrifice, weak, and innocent, particularly by Sunny

ram was really just, well basil is a lamb so, stranger had to be in that same general realm, maybe should be a goat instead in the way of a scapegoat but eh

sunny is a lizard bcus, okie he just has lizard vibes, and I think it'd be fun, no real thoughts put into it

omori is a dragon bcus sunny is a lizard, and well, dragons are just cool fantasy lizards, and also, much more powerful than lizards, which, fits the bill... Also... Cool cleansing and overtaking flame imagery, and also, hoarding, which... fits, probably

aubrey is a moth because... Well, my thought process was, metamorphosis symbolism, not as "wow I got better over the years" with a butterfly where they're seen as pretty things, but the less beloved moth, often seen as pests, and less useful (not really being known to pollinate as much), and connections made now, the connection to the spirit world, and how Aubrey is the one who seems most... connected, to Mari, after her passing, in the way of acknowledging her death still

dw aubrey is a larve/caterpillar mostly bcus Aubrey is a moth

mari is a butterfly because... well mainly read a line in a fanfic about how, butterflies, while pretty on the outside, when you look closer most would find rather ugly... in the way that Mari while being kind and definitely trying her best, DID harm Sunny, emotionally, and with the intensity of the violin from what I know, also physically, and was generally a perfectionist, also, a certain show made me really like butterflies as a symbol of trauma/adverse experiences, so yeah... imagine that Something shows up a LOT more, but in much more subtle ways, colored butterflies often flitting about in darker areas, and well... going darker, as the areas get even darker, and bug imagery used for horror, v gud, and would happen here

hero is an eagle literally just because I thought it'd be cool, and Idk, he seems like he'd like birds, didn't really put much thought past that, after checking symbolism on google some of it fits

Kel is a hyena, bcus, well it just made sense in my brain at the time, but, going deeper...

kel is associated with canines in official omori with hector and also just, being shown as one in the little creechur art of him, so, made sense with that aspect, and secondly... the laugh of a hyena, I've heard and have googled to confirm, hyenas don't laugh just out of joy, but also frustration and fear, which... looking at Kel's response to, that, being to keep positive, and still tries to be happy go lucky during the time in current omori, despite definitely facing a lot of very messed up stuff, just... fits, also, google says hyenas can symbolize escapism which... generally fits

okie hope u enjoy and this isn't too cringe <3

NOT CRIGNE AT ALL ANON DO NOT WORRYYY WEE!!! oohghghg I AM STARING AT ALL THIS SO HARD.. the symbolism.. ooouughggh 🥺staring with my big weird bug eyes I ENJOY THIS SO MUUUCH THE THOUGHT PUT INTO THESEE.. esp kel, aub, and MARII!! auugh augh wails in despair.. this is so good ..

[silvfyre-writings]

You are the 'Ran' to my 'Poe' Pt. 4 (BSD Fanfic)

I wrote this in two days because I was stuck in a car for three hours yesterday and the motivation slammed into me so bam, here you go.

I also really enjoy sickfics and love writing them, so I think that might've also contributed haha.

But anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Ranpo’s quiet.

That was the thought that crossed Poe’s mind as he sat at his desk, writing away without a care in the world. Ranpo had come over that morning, having the day off from the Agency for once and besides a somewhat lethargic greeting, he’d followed Poe around his home until just before lunch, where Ranpo had told him that he wanted to take a nap and disappeared up the stairs towards Poe’s—well, theirs at this point really—bedroom. Poe hadn’t been worried then, because it wasn’t uncommon for Ranpo to simply disappear and sleep for a few hours whilst he stayed with Poe, and honestly, Poe kind of expected it to happen. It just meant that he could get some writing done while Ranpo slept.

But now, as the sun sets beside him, Poe is worried.

Ranpo’s been asleep since before lunch and now that it’s nearly time for dinner with no sight of the man, Poe is starting to worry. And it’s not like Ranpo to skip one meal, let alone two—even if those meals end up being a copious amount of sweets more often than not; Poe does do his best to make sure that Ranpo eats at least one proper meal a day though.

Poe waits another few minutes, standing awkwardly in the kitchen as he stares at the stairs, before he decides to go and check on Ranpo, just in case somethings happened without his knowledge. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Ranpo’s landed himself in trouble within the confines of Poe’s home, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He takes the stairs slowly, keeping quiet and avoiding the creaky steps just in case Ranpo is still asleep. He creeps down the hallway, feeling more like a serial killer than a concerned friend, but he keeps moving until he’s standing outside the bedroom door and cracks it open, and, yep, sure enough, Ranpo is still dead to the world in the bed. Poe crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed, and brushes Ranpo’s hair out of his face. He stops suddenly, and shifts his hand to rest against Ranpo’s forehead, frowning when he feels a heat emanating from Ranpo’s face that could only be from a fever.

No wonder he’s still asleep, he’s sick. Poe thinks to himself, before he allows his hand to rest on Ranpo’s shoulder and begins to shake the other man with the intention of waking. “Ranpo-kun.”

Ranpo groans and cracks open one eye, and then squeezes it shut again before rolling away from Poe’s touch. “Go away.”

“You have a fever.” Poe says, scootching over so that he can continue to shake Ranpo until finally, both eyes open and the detective drags himself upright, falling forward to lean against Poe’s shoulder a moment later. The contact is more than enough for Poe to feel just how hot Ranpo is, and he’s left to wonder just when the fever started, because he was positive that Ranpo hadn’t looked as bad when he’d arrived that morning. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

“’m not sick.” Ranpo grumbles, even as he shuffles closer towards Poe and shivers. “I’m just tired. Wake me again when it’s dinner.”

“Ranpo-kun, it is dinner time.” Poe watches as Ranpo freezes and then lifts his head from where it had been resting against his shoulder to stare at Poe with wide eyes. This close, Poe can see the fever glaze in Ranpo’s eyes and that’s enough to tell him that whatever ailment is afflicting Ranpo, it was more than a simple cold.

“Oh, is it?” Ranpo murmurs and then closes his eyes again. “I’m not really hungry though.”

Poe reaches up and runs a hand through Ranpo’s hair, cringing a little at the sweaty feeling of it, but he doesn’t let that stop him, not when Ranpo shudders underneath his hand and relaxes. “You really should eat something. What if I make soup?”

Ranpo hums and then nods before he pulls away and yawns. Poe watches the movement with a soft smile, and then shakes his head. He needs to focus on helping Ranpo instead of standing and watching his friend. Poe makes his way over to his closet and pulls out a hoodie that he knows Ranpo likes to steal from him during the colder months, along with a pair of Ranpo’s pyjama’s that he then hands over when he returns. “Take a shower and get changed into these. I should be done cooking by then, okay?”

“Okay.” Ranpo takes the clothes and shuffles into the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack. If it weren’t for the fact that Ranpo had a fever, Poe would’ve known that Ranpo wasn’t feeling a hundred percent based upon that action alone; it was a habit that they’d fallen into when Ranpo had been injured once. The detective had gone to take a shower, fallen, and found himself unable to get back up; it was only because Poe had noticed how long Ranpo had been gone for and gone to find him. Since then, whenever Ranpo felt like he might need Poe’s assistance or vice versa, doors were left cracked open.

So, that was what Poe did when he went downstairs, leaving the bedroom door open wide enough that he’d be able to hear if Ranpo called for him. Once he’s in the kitchen, Poe sets about grabbing what he needs to make soup, which really isn’t that much to begin with. Since he didn’t really start cooking until Ranpo invited himself into his life, all the meals that Poe knows how to cook are rather simple; which did end up working well considering what Ranpo ate on a daily basis. But soup is one of the meals he likes to put a little effort into, if only because he can make a lot of it and keep it stored to eat throughout the week.

But he won’t this time, since he’s making soup for Ranpo, so he settles for a basic chicken soup. Ranpo likes chicken, so even if he doesn’t like the soup, hopefully the fact it’s chicken is enough to satisfy him; although he’s pretty sure Ranpo’s not going to care either way since he’s sick.

The shower shuts off at some point while Poe is cooking and he listens as he hears Ranpo move about upstairs before the footsteps head towards the stairs and he watches Ranpo as he pauses in the kitchen for only a few seconds—probably to show Poe that he’s still alive, even though he looks nothing like it—before continuing on to the living room. Poe can still see him from where he’s currently standing, and he does his best to keep Ranpo in his sights while he continues to cook. A few minutes later and Poe is entering the living room with a small bowl of soup in his hand and medicine in the other.

Ranpo is curled up against the arm of the couch, arms wrapped around himself while his head is pressed into the arm itself. It looks like he’s dozing, but it’s hard to tell when his face isn’t visible. Poe places the soup on the coffee table in front of the couch and sits beside Ranpo, gently shaking the other man to rouse him. It takes a few tries before Ranpo shifts and raises his head, turning to look at Poe blearily. Poe smiles. “I brought you some soup. And medicine.”

“’m not sick.” Ranpo says quietly, repeating his earlier words, but this time it sounds like even Ranpo doesn’t believe them. But even if he thinks he’s not sick, he still sits up and takes the soup into his hands, adjusting his position so that he can lean against Poe instead of the couch.

“Medicine first.” Poe says, placing it into Ranpo’s waiting hand, even as Ranpo gives him a look of absolute disgust when he takes it. Honestly, Ranpo’s just lucky that Poe even has pills in his house, preferring the liquid stuff himself instead of struggling to swallow a pill. Poe remembers a conversation from the last time he’d fallen ill though, about how Ranpo couldn’t stand liquid medicine and would throw up just from the smell.

Poe had gone out once he was better and purchased pills, even though Ranpo had never been sick before.

“How are you feeling?” Poe asks as he watches Ranpo slowly eat the soup; the detective seems content to spin the spoon around the bowl rather than eat it, but under his watchful eye, Ranpo eats mouthful after mouthful.

When he’d a quarter of the way through the soup, Ranpo takes a break. “I’m uncomfortable. I ache, I’m hot one minute and cold the next.”

“Are you nauseous?” Poe observes the way Ranpo seems reluctant to continue eating, and the pale complexion he’s taken on.

“No, but that might change.” Ranpo sighs, returning the bowl to the table before he curls up, dropping down to rest his head on Poe’s lap.

Without any hesitation, Poe begins to thread his fingers through Ranpo’s hair. “Alright. I gave you something for the fever, but I have other medicine if you feel any worse. Do you want to go back to bed?”

“Wanna stay here.”

“Okay.” Poe agrees, because if Ranpo’s comfortable where he is, then Poe isn’t going to force him to make the trek up the stairs just to lay in bed. He can grab a blanket once Ranpo’s asleep, which if he’s guessing correctly, won’t be long. Poe continues in his ministrations, feeling Ranpo relax more and more until finally, his breathing evens out as he drifts off to sleep.

Poe stays still for another half hour just to make sure before he eases out from underneath Ranpo and heads upstairs to grab a blanket for Ranpo and a book for himself. After those two items are acquired, he carefully maneuver’s Ranpo so that his friend is stretched out across the couch, head in Poe’s lap as it was before, but this time with a blanket covering him to stave off the chill. Poe sighs and grabs his book, opening it up to the bookmarked page and beginning to read.

He has a feeling this is only the start.

Poe is proven right when he wakes up from an unexpected nap to find Ranpo gone, blanket thrown carelessly onto the floor. Before Poe can even call out, he hears a strangled sound come from kitchen, which is quickly followed by the sound of someone throwing up. Oh Ranpo… Poe gets to his feet and walks into the kitchen to find Ranpo hunched over the sink. There’s a wince from Poe, both because he now has to clean his dirty dishes of vomit, but also because Ranpo is obviously feeling even worse than before.

“You’re okay.” Poe whispers as he comes up behind Ranpo, reaching over to push his hair out of his face as he clutches at the sink with clenched fists and closed eyes. He whispers it again as Ranpo throws up again, and Poe feels his own stomach lurch in sympathy. He whispers it again when Ranpo gags but nothing comes up, and follows Ranpo to the ground as his legs decide to stop holding him up.

There are tears beginning to form in Ranpo’s eyes.

“Try not to cry, you’ll wind up feeling worse.” Poe raises a hand to wipe away the tears before they fall. “Do you think you’d be able to keep some medicine down? I have some anti-nausea stuff somewhere.”

Ranpo shakes his head, then pauses, and nods his head. “Sure.” There’s another pause. “I’m sorry for the sink. It was closer…”

“It’s fine.” Poe says as he stands and rummages through the cabinet he keeps all the medicine in, trying to find what it is he needs. “The dishes were already dirty to begin with, and—ah.”

“What?” Ranpo looks up at him as he pulls out the nausea medicine he has.

It’s liquid.

Ranpo’s answer is immediate. “No.”

“I—I don’t have anything else, Ranpo-kun.”

“No.”

Poe sighs and goes to return the medicine to its spot, already deducing the location of the bucket he had that was used for whatever it was he needed it for at the time, when an idea came to him and he brought the bottle back out. He could feel Ranpo glaring at him from his position on the floor and tried not to give in and just put the bottle away. “I have an idea, if—if you’ll humour me.”

Ranpo continues to glare but doesn’t tell him no, so Poe takes that as an indication to continue. He holds the bottle in front of him. “I know it’s the smell you react to the most, so if we stop you from smelling it in the first place, you’ll be able to take it.” Poe takes a moment to hurry to his fridge where he pulls out a bottle of chocolate sauce that Ranpo made him buy last time they went shopping. He shows it to Ranpo. “And if the taste is bad, we wash it down with this.”

The look he gets is one of scepticism, but still, Ranpo doesn’t immediately refuse him, and Poe can see him thinking so he waits patiently. If, after his suggestion, Ranpo still says no, then he’ll figure something out, but he’s not keen on the idea of leaving Ranpo alone to head to the nearest pharmacy to get medicine he will take.

“Fine.” Ranpo sighs. “I’ll try it.”

Poe nods and measures out a dose of the liquid, and grabs the bottle of chocolate sauce. He kneels on the ground beside Ranpo and takes a breath. He doesn’t know why he’s the one that’s nervous, but his heart is pounding in his chest; he does his best to maintain a calm look though, so as to not stress Ranpo out from an already stressful time. “Pinch your nose shut, and open your mouth.”

Ranpo does, and Poe acts quickly, pouring the medicine into Ranpo’s mouth and telling him to swallow. It takes three seconds, but Ranpo manages and before he even has the chance to register the taste, Poe’s squeezing chocolate sauce to get rid of the aftertaste. “All done. You should feel better soon.”

Ranpo shudders, but doesn’t look anymore nauseous than he did earlier, which Poe considers a good sign. “Never again.”

Poe allows himself to smile while he puts everything away. “I’ll try and get you some pills. But if you’re feeling able, how about we get you to bed so you can sleep some more?”

Ranpo nods and reaches his hands up for Poe to take, groaning as he’s pulled to his feet. The detective is quiet as Poe leads him up the stairs and back to the bedroom; Ranpo immediately crawls under the covers and curls up while Poe moves about the room, filling up a glass of water to rest on the bedside table, making sure that the bathroom light is on and the door wide open, just in case it was needed during the night. Once that’s done, Poe returns to the bed with a book in hand, and stretches out on the other side of Ranpo so that he can watch over him and just be there if he was needed.

After three days pass of Ranpo alternating between sleeping and throwing up whatever Poe’s manages to get him to eat, Poe is forced to drag him to the doctor, an act that becomes harder than it should be when Ranpo refuses to cooperate. Apparently, Ranpo’s not fond of doctors, a fact he makes known the longer Poe attempts to coax him out of the bed. In the end, it’s only because Poe promises to buy Ranpo all the sweets he wants from his favorite bakery, that he manages to get Ranpo to agree. But he complains the entire time they wait for the doctor, and when they finally get in to see the doctor, he doesn’t say anything at all and forces Poe to do all the talking. Which Poe hates, but does it anyway because he understands that Ranpo is feeling miserable, and that when he’s miserable, he becomes a menace. But finally, they are done with the doctors, and heading back home.

As it turned out, Ranpo had caught a bad case of the stomach flu, but he would be fine in a couple of weeks.

A couple of weeks.

“Poe-kun?” Ranpo’s quiet call draws his mind back to the present and Poe hums as he looks toward his friend. “You’re quiet. Are you mad?”

Poe sighs, and sits in the edge of the bed. “No, I’m not.” He gives Ranpo a reassuring look. “I’m just a little tired that’s all.”

“Because of me.”

Poe doesn’t try to deny it, because it is true that he’s tired from having his sleep disturbed by Ranpo’s restlessness when he’s feeling particularly nauseous or feverish, but he’s not going to even try and argue not when it’s really the sickness that’s making the both of them tired and unhappy. “You’re sick, Ranpo-kun, it’s not your fault.”

Ranpo hums and rolls away from Poe, curling up into a ball. There’s a tension in his shoulders that shows he’s upset; Poe stays sitting on the edge for a minute before he moves to lay where Ranpo had been just a moment ago, throwing an arm over Ranpo and drawing the younger man closer to him. “It’s not your fault.” He repeats quietly, giving Ranpo a gentle squeeze.

“You’ll get sick.” Ranpo says just as quietly, but the tension is leaving his shoulders.

“If I get sick, then you’ll just have to take care of me like I’m taking care of you.” His words get Ranpo to roll back towards him again, and there’s a bit of shuffling as Ranpo yanks the blanket out from underneath him just to throw it over the top of him.

“You’re too good, Poe-kun.” Ranpo murmurs as he gets as close as he can to Poe, his head resting against his chest.

Poe just smiles. “I’ve been told it’s a fault of mine.”

Ranpo lets out a laugh.

Despite Poe’s fears, two weeks pass in the blink of an eye, and soon enough, Ranpo is back to his bright and bubbly self—he was back to that the moment the nausea stopped becoming a problem—and there must’ve been someone looking out for Poe, because somehow, he avoids getting sick. He’s honestly surprised that he avoided it, considering that he and Ranpo spent most of those two weeks attached at the hip, only because Ranpo needed the comfort when the virus reared its ugly head and made him feel worse.

Still, Poe’s glad that everything’s well again, even though he’s internally crying as Ranpo rattles off nearly every pastry and sweet to the cashier of their usual bakery; the first thing Ranpo had done upon finding he could eat without throwing something up or feeling like absolute dirt, was remind Poe of the bribery he’d been forced to make over a week ago. It’s not as if he can’t afford it, because he can, but it’s still a pretty large dent to his wallet.

He wouldn’t have it any other way though, not when seeing Ranpo so happy makes him feel warm and happy as well.

[rosalind-hawkins]

What I'm About

Hi there, hello, I'm Rose and I'm mainly here to reblog fanart/shitposts, talk about my ships, and post about my fanfiction. I've limited this blog to my primary fixation (Yugioh DM) but you might rarely see me reblog something for another fandom. I'm a multishipper, find my ship list HERE.

Have I mentioned that I'm head writer and co-designer of an in-progress indie game? Check out some of the characters at @songsofthaiya now! If you like what you see, give the blog a follow.

And hey, if anybody wants to trade art for a fic, I am always open for that! Just hmu! Slide into my DMs, don't feel shy! I love writing other people's rare pairs!

I've attached my main tags to this post for easy searching, and I'll explain them all below (including primary fanfics). Underlined titles are AO3 links.

Rose Talks

Random personal posts, or just general thoughts about things and also stuff.

Adventures in Autocorrect

My phone's autocorrect is the dumbest in the world. This is me sharing some of the worst examples. Have a little giggle, mates.

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The tags for when I'm just talking about characters, headcanons, theories, or just commenting on odd canon details.

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Scaleverse AU

My newest Puppyshipping series. Complete with part-dragon Joey, Kaiba seeking redemption, the awkwardness of a first relationship, and learning what love really means. Also kinky dragon smut. Only one fic so far, but I've got eight more planned. Uses the "skin to scales" tag for more casual posting and mini updates and "Scaleverse AU" for all the serious/major stuff.

Rock Bottom AU

A series I started in 2016, abandoned for six years because writers block, and have returned to. I'm working on rewriting the earliest bits to make them better and less cringe. I use this tag for the chapter updates, commissioned art, or just things that really remind me of the AU.

In short, it's an AU where I fixed Ryou's family, gave Seto the Millennium Rod (w/ Priest Seth in it), and made everything else ten times worse. If you like angst, whump, and dark themes, you might enjoy it. I'm going through all six Yugioh anime seasons, currently on Season Three. Please ask me about it, it's my magnum opus. 🙏 But it's over 200k words currently and not everyone's taste, and that's fine. If it is a fic that you read and enjoy, though, I would love love love to chat. ❤️

Power of Three (fic)

My Mumbleshipping longfic (also started in 2016, same deal as Rock Bottom). Dedicated to one of my favorite rare pairs (Seto Kaiba x Duke Devlin x Ryou Bakura), it's a little bit of a sandbox and a slow-burn and a soap opera all in one, but unlike Rock Bottom, things only get slightly worse before they get better. 😜 Features a very angsty Kaiba (apparently I don't know how to write any other kind), a Duke that's got his shit together, and a Ryou that's learning to heal and just be happy. ❤️

[mdhwrites]

10 Years In And My Biggest Mistake As a Writer

I let my writing fear the void all of me is terrified of.

This isn't going to be a fun one about cancelled works or bad ideas. This is your reminder that I've been a writer for ten years. I've been in therapy for 8 3/4s and depressed for roughly half a year before that. But if I look upon the failures of me as a writer, especially with how I am now, it's kind of impossible to ignore.

I fear silence in all things. I compulsively check everywhere I post when I post because my brain is terrified of having done something wrong. For this to be when I lose everything because of a mistake. It perceives everything I do as a mistake waiting to collapse in on itself. I have Avoidant Personality Disorder and that's just kind of a part of that. I am a MUCH more scared person than I probably come across as in these blogs.

With my writing though... The only fanfics I've written since getting on Ao3, with the exception of one I want to convert still, I haven't posted are because I have to brace myself when I post my works and for these works, I just never found the strength despite liking them. It was so bad at one point that I would be in essentially meltdown mode for an entire day after posting something because of the standards my brain had for what should be a success. What even could be a success. What meant that the work had not been thrown into the void.

What meant the time had not been a waste and only done more damage. And yes, this has affected my content. I've talked in my Discord about how it's MUCH harder for me to even consider writing erotica because that's not the audience I have. I know if I made a big erotic work again and was really open about it, pushed it like my other books, I would lose a not insignificant amount of people with 'NSFW DNI' in their bios. The silence I'd get is almost as terrifying as the backlash I'd potentially get, even if I have ALWAYS had this twin nature to my writing.

So how do I ever fight that? Well... Essentially with manic energy. I have described most of my books as having been written in sprints. These periods where an idea is so strong in my head that it fills the void. I don't hear it because ALL of my being needs to be working on the project. I have trouble doing literally anything else and just work and work until the story is done. Of course, any crack during these time periods becomes MUCH worse as it's holding back the void, not eliminating it. My worst nights always come when I'm manic.

And in terms of my analytical blogs, well... There's a reason I do TOH mostly. I can get emotional enough talking about TOH that even if it doesn't always come across in the blog, that annoyance and anger manages to block out the void as well. To help me remember that I know what I'm talking about and can do something with that fact, just like I know I'm a good writer who people enjoy when my inspiration for a story takes hold. But have you ever wondered why I don't do more blogs for Star Rail? I just feel so much more uncertain, for a lot of reasons, when it comes to my opinions with that game and don't usually have the fervor to help coalesce those into something more concrete or strong enough to get on the page without panicking and shelving it.

And I want to make something clear about all of this: It is good to understand your audience. It's good to be open and inviting to criticism so as to make yourself better at what you do. You shouldn't let that make you afraid to do what you want to do. You should meet your creative passions with the enthusiasm of a fanfic writer just wanting to explore the thing they love, regardless of reaction or attention or reward. You should be happy to be cringe in your creation as that will set you free.

I just wish I knew how to make it so my mind could accept that wisdom instead of saying, "Okay but not for you."

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I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[istorkyou]

A Situationship (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x OFC

Warning -  STRICTLY 18+. Language. Alcohol use. Angst

Synopsis - No strings attached. What could go wrong?

Word Count - 4325

Big thanks to @punkrocknpearls​​​ for cheerleading, laying her beta magic all over this and the AMAZING moodboard. Look at it. Look at it now. None of my bullshit would see the light of day if it wasn’t for her, so she’s to blame!

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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CHAPTER 5

It’s Friday again and she is getting ready for her second date with Matt, a man she met through one of her friends who set them up on a blind date. The first date was okay, nothing spectacular, but he was easy to talk to so when he asked her out again at the end of the night she said yes. 

She’s hoping that this date will bring more fun than the first, and although he seems like a good guy, he didn’t make her laugh once, and in hindsight spoke about his job in IT a little too in depth for her interests. 

She asks herself if she likes him or if she’s going on another date to pass the time. He’s an attractive man and she hopes he relaxes a bit on this date, at least enough for her to feel comfortable asking him back to hers to sleep together. God knows she needs to get laid.

She meets him in a restaurant downtown and he is waiting outside for her which is a nice touch. 

When they are seated the server comes and takes their drinks order, she asks for white wine and he says he will have the same. She notices how he barely acknowledges the server and there is a distinct lack of manners as their meal is served. Not a single please or thank you.

She hates that kind of casual rudeness. She can tell a lot about a person by how they treat wait staff, and he doesn’t pass her litmus test in that area. 

“So, Sonja tells me you run your own business, tell me about it.”

“I told you about it last week, on our first date,” she says dryly. 

“Oh shit, you did. I’m sorry. It’s been a long week.” He takes a bite of his meal and automatically starts looking around. He can’t get the attention of their server so he clicks his fingers until he reappears. 

“Is everything okay, Sir?“

Matt doesn’t even look at him. “This food is cold. Take it back to the kitchen.”

She cringes at his attitude. The server takes his plate, apologising profusely.

She can’t help herself. “There’s a nicer way to say that, you know?” she says bluntly. “That was rude.” 

He shrugs. “It’s cold, I shouldn’t send it back?”

“No you absolutely should, but you could be polite about it. It’s not the server’s fault.”

He doesn’t look impressed at her challenge at all but as his eyes wander from her face to her chest in her low cut top his face softens and he agrees with her. 

She knows why: he wants to sleep with her and it seems he’s willing to be fake about his values to do so. She would have preferred it if he would have owned his rudeness; she still would have thought he was a douche, but at least he would have stood his ground. Still, she finds him sexy and he might be fun for one night and scratch an itch that’s been growing since she stopped replying to Ivar.

She sees her phone screen light up. “Sorry, I’m just going to check my phone in case it’s about my children. I know that’s rude, but it is what it is.” She puts a hand on her phone, expectantly.

“No, it’s fine. Do what you need to do.”

When she turns the screen to face her she sees Ivar’s name. She hasn’t heard from him for weeks; not that she thought she would after their last conversation. She contemplates reading it, but decides against it and stows her phone in her bag, making sure it’s not on silent in case the kids need her.

“Anything important?”

“No. All good,” she replies with a smile, picking up her fork again.

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Ivar watches her put her phone away and checks his own to see if she’s read the message. She hasn’t.

His stomach dropped when he saw her enter the restaurant with that guy. He’s her age and dressed in a formal suit. He sees the guy dismiss their server without as much as a glance and even though Ivar can’t see her face, he knows that she would have been wholly unimpressed by that. 

Now she is ignoring him. He knows she didn’t see him sitting in the corner of the restaurant with his friends. He hasn’t seen her for weeks and they’ve been the hardest weeks of his life. Seeing her on a date with this man is like a dagger in his heart. 

He hasn’t taken his eyes off them since they entered. Images of her fucking her date like she used to fuck him are playing in his brain, torturing him. 

“Ivar, do you want dessert?” The question pulls up the memory of her in front of him on all fours in her kitchen and he knows he is going to go and talk to her tonight, date be damned. 

He knew he shouldn't have ignored her. He hasn't called or texted her in a few weeks, after she didn’t acknowledge his last message. It had completely crushed him. Now he is having to sit and watch her out with a man she obviously deems acceptable to be seen with in public. I should have fought for her.

“IVAR!” one of his friends shouts.

“What?!”

“Do you want dessert. The server is waiting.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he says, addressing the woman standing at their table waiting for his answer. “I was in another world. No dessert for me, thank you.” What I want to eat isn’t on this menu, he adds silently. 

Her date gets up from the table and Ivar’s decision has already been made. A shift onto his crutch and he is up and on his way to her. 

He stops next to her. “That text you didn’t bother reading was from me.”

The look on her face is totally new to him. She looks floored at seeing him, her face turns blood red and she sits up straighter, looking in the direction her date went. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” He doesn’t mean it to come out like it does but it just does. 

He watches her gather herself together again quickly, her face changing from surprised to irritated. “What does it look like?” she snaps. “I’m on a date. Can you not make a scene, please?”

“How long have you been dating him?”

This makes her face harden and she looks up at him sharply. “That is absolutely none of your business. Rules, remember?”

“Rules? We aren’t seeing each other anymore so the rules don’t count.”

Her expression turns to anger. “Actually, you’re right. I don’t owe you any explanation at all. Please go away before he gets back.”

Ivar ignores her request completely. 

“So apparently this guy is good enough to be seen out in public with, but I’m not?” He stares at her, eyebrows raised, waiting for a reply, but all he gets is a hard stare and her telltale squirm of discomfort.

“He’s not right for you, he’s fucking rude and dismissive, and has spent half the time staring at your tits rather than listening to what comes out your mouth.”

“You were fucking rude the last time we saw each other!” she hisses quietly. 

“I’ve said I’m sorry about that and I meant it. It’s age. That’s the only thing this prick had over me. Age.“

“He’s also not embarrassed to be seen out with me in public like you are.” Her face contorts into anger and that is new to him as well.

He softens immediately. “Fuck is that it? Do you not remember our first morning together? I wanted to go out and you said no. You set that boundary.”

“Ivar, just go. It’s irreparable now.”

“It’s not irreparable. I miss you. I wish we were on a date together. Ditch him, come home with me.”

She looks around the restaurant and the group he is with is clear to spot as they are all staring at him. “Your friends are watching, please don’t be embarrassed. Go before he gets back. I don’t want to deal with this.”

“Are you fucking him?”

“Just go away.”

He sits heavily in her date's chair and grabs her hand, pulling it to his nose to her wrist and inhales deeply. 

“Oh God, you like him.” 

She wrenches her arm out of his grasp. “What the fuck are you taking about?”

She watches his eyes fall to his lap and when he replies his voice is small and shaky. 

“I know that smell. I know that you’ve used the same shower gel and perfume combination you used when I would come over to fuck you.”

“What the hell are you–”

“Your skin smells exactly how it did when I used to see you. You left that shower wash at mine. You want to fuck him tonight. Oh Jesus, are we really done?”

She just shakes her head at him and for a second he thinks he sees her lower lip quiver.

 He stands up as quickly as he can, shifting his weight and suddenly feels completely exposed, cracked open for the whole place to see. He sees her date coming back and looks into her eyes. 

“Please, just go,” she pleads quietly.

He walks back to his table in a daze. 

“Ivar?” Hvitserk has been watching the whole thing, they all have. Ivar’s eyes finally focus on his brother who climbs quickly out of the booth and slides his arm around his brother. “Come on, Brother. Let’s get you out of here and grab a drink.”

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She watches him leave the restaurant, she should feel relieved but she is too busy fighting to keep the tears at bay. 

Matt continues to bore her so she tunes him out, offering the occasional smile. The smell of her own skin is making her uncomfortable since Ivar pointed it out, he’s right about it, although she wasn't aware that she did that. 

Ivar’s face is all she can see now, all she can hear is his voice. She wants him to be sat opposite her. Fuck, that just cant happen. Stop it.

“Are you listening to me?” Matt asks her.

She breathes deeply, drinks the last of her wine and pulls out her wallet. “I’m not, Matt. I bet I didn't miss anything terribly exciting though. I’m going to leave now. Thanks for the date but we aren't a match.” She puts money on the table and leaves the restaurant.

Tears fall before she even gets in the cab.

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She is about to head up to the shower when her doorbell rings. It’s 11.30pm on the Saturday after she saw Ivar on her date.

Ivar really threw her for a loop suddenly being in front of her like that the weekend prior. He hasn’t left her head for a second since then, the hurt look on his beautiful face haunts her. The urge to call him is strong but she resists for both their sakes.

When she answers the door there are two men standing on her front porch, and it takes her a few seconds to place them. Then it hits her: one is the guy that hit on her at the bar the night she first met Ivar, and the other is the one that barged in on them at Ivar’s house.

Shit, it’s his brothers.

“Hi,” bar guy starts, “this might sound crazy but our brother is in a bit of a state and he made us bring him here. Hang on, you look familiar, do we know each other?” 

“We met at a bar once,” she replies, giving him next to nothing. She’s not sure she wants to do this. Not again. Not here.

“Oh shit! You are the woman with the ass!” He claps his hands together and laughs. 

“Technically I think all women have asses,” she retorts wryly. 

“Ubbe, shut the fuck up about her ass,” Ivar growls from the shadows. 

She’s taken aback by his voice. Stepping past his brothers, she finally sees him, slumped on the bench next to her door.

“Hi there,” he salutes drunkenly.

She can’t help it, her eyes roll at the sight of him, at his intrusion into her evening, but her stomach does a three sixty somersault. “Ivar what are you doing here?”

He ignores her question and addresses his brothers. “See I told you she would be pleased to see me,” he chuckles before his eyes focus back on her. “I miss you.”

“Oh for fucks sake, Ivar.” She looks at his brothers, the one from the bar is staring, completely dumbfounded. Hvitserk looks apologetic.

“Can I come in? I just want to talk.” Ivar pleads.

“Guys, can you take him home please? This is just…” she doesn’t even finish her sentence, she just throws her hands in the air. Butterflies bat frantically at the walls of her stomach but she tries desperately to ignore them.

“Come on, Brother. We shouldn’t have let you talk us into bringing you here. I’m Hvitserk by the way,” –he holds out his hand and she smiles and shakes it– “we weren’t properly introduced. I’m sorry about that night, I hope I didn’t fuck it up for him. Come on, Brother.” 

 He tries to help Ivar to his feet but Ivar shakes him off. He seems to have sobered up since she requested he leave. 

Ubbe addresses his brother. “Ivar, let’s go. Don’t embarrass yourself,” he lowers his voice and leans in to speak quietly in Ivar’s ear. “What is this, a crush? What’s going on here?.” 

Ivar doesn’t answer him; he pushes past his brother to get to her. She feels guilty when she sees the look on his face, hurt and embarrassed. 

“Please, let me come in.” His hands finds her jaw and he runs his thumb over her bottom lip. “I know I fucked it up, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Every fucking second of every goddamn day I think about you, and it’s driving me insane!”

Her heart is racing inside her chest, she hasn’t let herself think about the feel of his skin on hers in the weeks since they last fucked but now his hand is on her face, stroking gently, and now she can’t stop imagining his hands on the rest of her body, his touch feels so natural, she melts into his hand. 

Ubbe glances at Hvitserk who is watching Ivar with a look of hope on his face. “You knew about this?” Ubbe whispers and steps to Ivar, gently taking his arm. “Brother, let me take you home.”

Ubbe turns to her. “Sorry we’ve turned up at your door and interrupted your night.” He tries to drag Ivar away but when he clocks the way they are both just staring at each other he stops dead, watching. 

Finally she sighs and steps back from the door. “Guys, come in, my neighbours are nosy as shit assholes and I just can’t deal with the gossip. I can imagine the messages flying about as we speak.” She ushers them in as Ivar turns towards the street and flips the bird into thin air. 

She closes the door and Ivar walks into her living room and through into her kitchen grabbing four tumblers from her cupboards.

“Can I get them a drink?”

Hvitserk says what they are all thinking. “Haven’t you had enough?”

She sighs heavily before walking to Ivar and taking the glasses out of his hands. 

“Just sit down, Ivar. I’ll make the drinks.”

In the kitchen she adds ice to the glasses and grabs his favourite whiskey from the cabinet. She puts a generous amount in each glass before handing them out.

“I’ll replace the bottle,” Ivar offers before necking his drink. 

Ubbe clears his throat. “Look, I don’t know–”

“Tell him.” Ivar addresses her.

“What do you want me to say?” Her voice is shrill now.

“Tell him about us, so they don’t think I’m some weird fucking stalker who has turned up at your house in the middle of the night!” 

“Jesus Christ, Ivar.” 

“I need you. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get to touch you soon. Please…I miss you so fucking much.” He’s begging now. “I know I fucked up, hurt you, but I know you feel the same way I do. I’m not the guy you saw at the club…well I am, but not with you. I fucked up, I was hurt. It was a misunderstanding.”

She explodes, everything she’s been keeping inside for weeks, everything that’s been churning under the surface, every second of suppression of her pain that she’s had no outlet for comes flying out. 

“You were the one that said you weren’t coming back! You said that! You were embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“I know! I came back the next day though! I tried to apologise but you wouldn’t hear me out. I was never embarrassed, I was hurt by the way you left after numbnuts over there barged in on us, and how you didn’t message me after like you said you would. I was jealous when I saw you out with all those people and I was cruel. I’m so sorry.”

She throws her hands up in frustration. “What do you want from me?”

“EVERYTHING! I want everything!”

“My kids know about you! Number one rule, Ivar. No fucking crossover, you turned up on Sunday night when you knew they would be here!”

“And?! Are you not allowed to be happy just because you are a mother? I know I make you happy! Do your kids know how happy I make you? Fuck everyone else, the gossips, your ex! The most important thing to you is them and if they know why can’t we be together?”

She flaps her hands around trying to answer him.

“Because…”

“Because fucking what? Because I’m younger? Fuck all that noise! You know I’m the one for you. Why deny it?”

For the first time she lets him know her apprehensions about him, even after her kids knowing about them, there’s so many more reasons she hasn't voiced to him why they can’t be together. 

“I can’t give you the things you deserve,” she finally admits in a small voice. 

“And what is it I deserve?” 

“For fucks sake! A life, children! You should be with someone your own age who can give you the things I have already!” she shouts at him.

“It’s not up to you what I want in life! I’ve never given a shit about that. I want to be at peace, I want someone who calms my noise, I want someone who doesn’t care about my disability, I want someone who makes me laugh, someone I can be myself around, someone who puts a chair in the shower on our first night together. I want someone who I'm never angry around. That’s you.”

“Please stop it, Ivar.”

“I know what you want. Someone who isn’t intimidated by your success, I’m proud of how successful you are. I’m not at all interested in you for your money, I probably make more money than you do. I’m not some guy trying to live off you, I have my own stuff going on. I thought by having you come to my house that night you might take me more seriously, realise I am a genuine option.”

She sits heavily on her sofa, head in hands.

“Did you fuck your date the other night?” 

“Ivar! That’s enough.” Ubbe’s stern voice seems far away for both of them. 

She shakes her head and watches him take in a massive breath of relief, he tips his face towards the ceiling and lets it out slowly. He struggles from his seat and sits down next to her. 

“Why didn’t you fuck him?” he asks softly.

“Because you interrupted my date and then for the rest of the evening all I could think about was you,” she admits candidly. 

“That’s my girl,” he says with a smile that could light up the whole street. He crashes his mouth onto hers, tongue swirling against hers before she pushes him away. 

“I’m not your fucking girl, Ivar,” her voice is serious and irritated but it doesn’t deter him at all. It just makes him laugh. 

“My woman then.”

She shakes her head again. “No.”

He raises his chin up arrogantly. “Yes you are.” 

“I can’t do this with you…” her voice breaks and tears fall. 

“And if you can give me a valid reason for that, that isn’t your children, I will walk out of here and leave you alone. I know you can’t do that, can you?”

She looks at his brothers who are watching the shitshow that is them with baited breath. 

“I’m waiting.” Ivar pushes. 

Hvitserk pipes up reluctantly. “If it’s worth anything, and I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but he’s the happiest he’s ever been. We all knew he was seeing someone, we didn’t know that it was complicated. Frankly we all thought he was seeing one of our exes and that’s why he’s been silent about it.”

“See! They’ve seen how I am with you, how happy I am.” 

She gets up without a word and walks into her kitchen. She didn’t expect all this tonight; she thought they were done. She threw herself into dating other people, she didn’t allow herself a second to get sad over the loss of him and now he is in her house, asking her to be more than fuck buddies. 

Her heart is screaming at her to let it happen, try it on for size, but her brain is telling her to throw him and his brothers out of her house and never see him again. 

She sees him walking to her, his face so happy. 

“I love you,” he says simply and those three words tip her over the edge.

“Ivar! Do you not understand that you don’t know me? The real me?! You know the woman who is free for the two days a week I am not who I actually am! A mother, a fucking slave to the needs of two humans I birthed.” She runs her knuckles under her eyes, clearing the tears away.

“What you’ve seen of me isn’t my real life. I live groundhog day, kids, work, kids, work, twat ex bullshit and occasional fun. You. You are my fantasy life, the life I pretend I have when my real life is out of the house with their dad. You get that?! I’m not fun, I’m not the woman you see at the weekends. I’m not the fuck buddy you are used to. I'm boring, Ivar. You will get bored of me in a minute. The version of me you get is a version no one else sees, a version of me from years ago that was replaced by a woman with responsibilities beyond anything you imagine with my kids. I’m their stability, I don’t have the luxury of their dad to flit around, person to person, I can’t bring someone into their world who is temporary.” 

“I am not fucking temporary, I’m not that. I do know you, and everything I know, I love. If you give me a chance I am not going anywhere until the day I die. I love you. Whether you let me into your life or not, I already love you. I want to be boring with you, fuck I’m boring as shit as well! Please don’t cast me aside because I was born in a different decade to you. I love you and I will forever more. Please let me love you.” 

“Ivar…”

“I am not Steven. You will always be my priority, you and the kids, if you let me meet them. Even if you push me away I will cherish the time we spent together and I will walk away with a broken heart. But I will never break yours, or your children’s. I have changed so much from just knowing you. It’s time for you to allow yourself to be happy. It’s time you pulled your own happiness from the bottom of the pile.”

It’s all too much and she breaks down, her body wracked with silent sobs.

He pulls her into him. Her arms wrap around his waist, allowing herself comfort in his embrace. 

“I don’t have to meet them if that’s what you want, although I would love to. I can be on the sidelines until you think they are ready. Please, I want to be with you. I will make you happy, you know I will. We can still just see each other at the weekends, if that’s what you want, but be together, properly, not dating or sleeping with other people. We can stop pretending and make it real. Are you in love with me?”

She lets out an almost imperceptible nods into his chest.

“What was that?” He says in a high pitched voice. “Did you nod?!” 

She looks up at him and nods again. 

“That’s a yes?!” 

He knows he’s got her when her mouth twists round as she tries to keep a smile under wraps. He kisses her again, his hand snakes into her hair. “Say it, please say it.”

“ I love you, Ivar,” she says with simple honesty. 

“Your pace, no pressure. All at your speed. I will meet them tomorrow or I will wait ten years. However you want to play it. We will be happy together, I promise you.”

Their embrace lasts for a minute, for hours, she doesn’t even know. 

When they break away from each other he looks over his shoulder into the living room.  “Brothers, I would like to introduce you to my woman. This is where I have been every weekend for the past 9 months.” 

Chapter 6 (final chapter)

[bugeyedfreaks]

Not So Awesome Blossom is a season 4 episode.

Also what are your thoughts on fics giving the Girls (or any other characters with no last names) last names. I understand it’s easier for tagging reason, but I never understand the need to give them one, even Craig never bothered on canonizing their last names to be “Utonium” and everytime I read “Blossom Utonium” in or “Ms Utonium” in fics I immediately closed the fic, regardless of how good it is, or if its good, I blocked it with my finger

Look, I don’t know what to tell ya, but:

…now TO BE FAIR, you’re right: I checked my DVDs because I thought I was going crazy and it’s listed as a S4 episode there. But if you look at how it’s animated, it’s definitely got that post movie S5 look. …so, you know what, despite it maybe officially being S4, I don’t know. Let’s say it’s in S4-S5 limbo because it has those same weird pacing/writing issues bleeding into it that the other S5 episodes have. 🤣

I’m completely fine with the last names thing for the girls. Blossom and the girls are Professor Utonium’s daughters! They’re a family! Fans have been giving them his last name forever and I find it endearing. Plus… it’s a whoooooole lot better than giving them the last name “Powerpuff.” 🥴 Even though it isn’t canon, their last name just seems like a very small thing to be picky about, especially since it at least makes logical sense.

…but I get that because I’m picky about the other part of your question: giving other characters last names. And it’s something that I’m pretty consistent about with when it comes to any fandom. If there’s a fanfic and the author is writing a scenario where the character needs a last name… sometimes people just pick really terrible ones that don’t match the tone of the show or make any sense within canon. With the Powerpuff Girls, it’s a goofy show, and a lot of the characters have punny or funny last names (some don’t never need last names), but then you’ll read a fic and there’s, say, some scene where the girls are checking out the police file for “Sedusa Adela Richards” and you’re like… huh? Where’d that come from? When in doubt, I would just write something vague, like maybe the girls are looking at Sedusa’s criminal record and one of them comments on how weird her real last name is, but they don’t actual say what it is. Because you’re right, that kind of stuff can pull you right out of the story if it doesn’t make sense.

And, oh man, it happens with first names, too! The Professor has had a couple of weird fanon first names that just don’t… fit. At this point, it’s just so weird to call him anything other than Professor as his first name. But yeah. I guess the only other instance I can think of about the last names thing is for the RRB, but I think they’re cringe anyway, so when I see “Brick Jojo” or something I immediately click away because I know it’s going to be something I will not enjoy (also Mojo Jojo is technically Mojo’s FULL first name, so like… that makes less sense than giving the girls’ the Professor’s actual last name). 😆

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

Uhhh for the ask game, 4, 13, 26, 40, 45, 48, snd 63??

If this is too many questions, please choose the ones you feel most like answering!

I also wanted to say your work is awesome and thanks for sharing it!! Your characterizations of the twins are awesome and very cool!!!

I'm gonna post this now before I go to sleep and lose my sleep-deprived confidence lol

Aaaaaa! Thank you! I'm glad you like it!

That is a lot of questions, but I will do my best!

4. What is the plot bunny you've been carrying the longest? Optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven't written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Eh, the plot bunny I've had the longest is some non-fandom stuff, to which I will spare you the details.

My longest held *submas* plot bunny would be a Nimbassa Trio focused story. It would have been a young Elesa POV fic where she is on her pokemon journey, where she occasionally runs into and slowly befriends Ingo and Emmet. The catch is, due to only ever seeing them separately, she thinks they are one very eccentric and forgetful person rather than two identical twins. Hijinks ensue.

I haven't written it because I started writing Two Car Train instead, and it wasn't an idea I was super attached to.

13. Talk about a writing experience that pleasantly surprised you

Not to give the same answer that everyone gives to this question, but the positive response my works have received. A lot of people have been extremely kind and supportive, and I am very grateful.

26. Do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?

I prefer one-shots because I'm more likely to finish those and there is less pressure overall.

45. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

This is such a difficult question. There are so many good ones! In fact, I'm so bad at picking favorites I'm about to pick way more than 3. Ngl, this is such a mean question. There are so many writers that I like.

The submas/PLA ones: (in no particular order, and despite being stupidly long I'm still somehow leaving out a lot of really good writers that I really like)

- WaywardStation (if you want Uncle Ingo content, this is where you go. Immaculate Ingo characterisation all around)

- Random_ag (their fics that aren't YOUR GOING BACK HOME FUCKER actually don't do that well statistically. If you have time, you should check some of their other stuff out and drop a comment :))

- Blaiddsumu (they're better known for their art here on Tumblr.hellsite but they do write as well and it's very good. I particularly liked the Undertale crossover)

- DoobleBugs (like above, better known for their art but they have some banger fics too)

- Koidefender: (Nobody reads their Emmet centric stuff. You should read their Emmet centric stuff)

- EVTrainingUniversity (Has recently passed 50 pokemon fics, and I am impressed)

- Bluegamergirl11 (great for hurt/comfort. Will stomp on your heart and then put a bandage on it.)

- StellarCoachman (updates so quickly and I'm very impressed.)

- ImpossibleJedi4 (all around cool dude)

- 4phoenixfeathers (I am particularly fond of their fusion AU)

- Yautjan (In Tandem is so good)

(I'm cutting myself off here or we'll be here all day)

Non-submas writers: (they are all Sanders Sides writers, which was accidental on my part)

- SoDoRoses (lots of queer content. Has gender. Has ace rep)

- AdrianaintheSnow (sometimes I will read the summaries and be all 'I dunno about this one, chief' but then I'll actually read it and it's a banger everytime)

- arealsword (thoughtful, existential, and clever writing. One of my all time favorites. Strange AUs but the bizarrness is a key part of the charm)

48. Do you reread your own stories?

Sometimes. If I'm trying to return to a muilt-chapter, I'll read the previous chapters to jog my memory. Unfortunately, there is a 50/50 chance that I'll find my old work so painfully cringe that I physically can't read it.

63. What's the best insult you've read in a fic?

I know I must have read some absolutely scathing ones, but I'm afraid nothing is coming to mind right now. Sorry!