#I'm a sap and hopeless romantic at heart

[it-happened-one-fic]

Your Highness - Silver

Author's Notes: Going through one's backlog of fics can be a fearful thing. I do remember writing this one though. I was in a horribly sappy mood and I was listening to the song "Fairytale" by Harry Gregson-Williams and John Powell which I'm sure a great many of you would recognize from the film "Shrek." This fic was also written shortly after I saw @thegoldenshi-shi's art for a Celtic flavored Silver that has braids (Check it out! it's really good!), hence the braids in the fic. Reader is female. I hope you all enjoy!

Type: Female Reader /Fluff/ Romance/ Wedding is heavily implied

Word Count: 1321

You sat quietly outside, your hands resting on your lap as you mulled over many, many different things. Your life had changed drastically since you’d first come to Twisted Wonderland. You’d met more incredible people than you’d ever dreamed of and now you were living in a country that looked like it came straight out of a fairytale.

But then, it was the home of the fae. Well, the home of the fae, and the home of the young man you’d grown to love over your time at school.

You looked down at the aged flower crown in your hands. Your fingers curled slightly around the fragile, pale flowers. Life had been different when you’d made this, sitting between Sebek and a sleeping Silver as you’d woven the ring and listened to Sebek’s nigh endless chatter about his beloved Lord Malleus and the palace you would soon call home.

“To think you will be living with Lord Malleus, in his home and so close to him even though you are but a mere human,” There was a tinge of envy to his tone that had caused you to smile slightly. Because Sebek would be spending most of his days there as a guard so even if he was envious, he too would be at Malleus’s side. 

“Hey Sebek,” The green-haired young man had turned to face you right as you’d plopped the flower crown on your head and posed ever so slightly, “What do you think? Do I look like a princess yet?”

He scoffed at your light-hearted joking, but before he could respond another voice spoke up, startling both of you slightly.

“Indeed, Your Highness,” You’d twisted to see Silver, who’d awoken at some point and was looking at you with his usual stoic expression.

You’d barely even paid attention when Sebek spoke up from your other side, “You look no more like a princess than you did before Her Majesty agreed to take you in.”

“Sebek, you should treat them with more respect now,” Despite Silver’s chiding tone there had been a slight smile on his face as he looked towards the soon-to-be knight.

But his words had turned out to be all too true. After Malleus’s grandmother had agreed to take you in as an adopted grandchild as per Malleus’s request, your relationship with Sebek and Silver had been forced to change. Because you were no longer fellow students.You were now a princess whom they were charged with guarding.

Lilia and Malleus were still able to treat you the same, and after much verbal jousting you’d managed to convince Sebek your relationship didn’t have to be just that of royalty and bodyguard. You could still be friends.

But Silver and you had seemed to have fallen into some odd limbo and you’d feared that it was partially your fault. You’d fallen for the young man before you’d ever joined the Draconia family. 

This was something both Lilia and Malleus knew of and that was why you were certain they’d jointly appointed Silver as your personal guard.

A move that had eventually led to all of the recent events that had been occurring as of late. Joyous events that left you giddy with anticipation.

The sounds of horses whining alerted you to the approach of the young man. Silver had at last returned from whatever it was Lilia had wanted Silver for. And it was only a few moments before the young man in question appeared around the corner, head swiveling as he looked for you. 

You grinned at the very sight of him, but it wasn’t often that you got to see Silver in his more formal wear and this time he had the intricate braids going through his hair.

 Soft aurora hued eyes found yours and you could see him relax just before he dismounted. Strolling forward he knelt in front of you and looked up, “I have returned, Your Highness.”

You were still smiling slightly despite his incredibly formal greeting, because this was how things had been between you two for a very long time.

 A careful balance between formalities and an incredible amount of closeness. You tilted your head as you looked down at him, “And that's a good thing, considering I was beginning to miss you.”

A hint of a smile flickered across his face, but he managed to maintain his characteristically stoic expression. He’d always been a better actor than you. 

You gestured for him to rise and sit next to you, a request he followed immediately and without hesitation. “Did you enjoy your trip? I’m sure the girls in town were happy to see you.”

“It was pleasant,” Calm as ever and refusing to take the teasing bait you’d laid out. He looked towards you, eyes briefly flickering down at the flower crown in your hands before meeting your gaze once more, “Has all been well with you, Your Highness?”

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to be the first to crack and break the act but desperately wanting him to use your name. But you’d promised yourself you’d win this time. You would outlast Silver.

“Fine. Do you remember this?” You held up the flower crown carefully and he nodded without ever taking his eyes off you.

“Your first tiara.”

You hummed, looking back down at it and briefly letting another wave of nostalgia sweep through you before you looked back his way and straightened. Doing your best to look vaguely commanding, “Then kneel, oh knight of mine.”

Yet again, Silver did as commanded, though he did so this time with a flicker of humor in his eyes.

Carefully, you placed the crown on his head while he continued to gaze up at you, “There, a gift to my loyal knight.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” 

You wrinkled your nose almost instantaneously at his measured response. Obviously completely unperturbed by anything you did and you knew, right then, he was going to win this time too, “Fine, you win. Just quit calling me that ridiculous title and use my name instead.” 

This time his smile was fully visible as he stood and looked down at you, “As you wish, Y/n.”

You eyed him with a slight frown, a bit disappointed in yourself for having given way so easily. But Silver was far better at this game than you were and he knew it.

But even then you couldn’t deny that your day could hardly get any better. After all, you were no longer the princess in a fairytale waiting for her love to return. He was standing there right in front of you.

He held his hand out and you easily accepted, letting him pull you to your feet before he began escorting you through Malleus’s immense rose gardens just outside the palace.

“I guess this’ll be the last I’ll see of you till tomorrow evening?” Your question drew his attention to you and he nodded.

“As per tradition, yes. But don’t worry, the day will pass quickly,” A part of you wanted to deny his words. You just knew tomorrow was going to crawl by until you got to see him again that evening.

“Will you be wearing those braids again tomorrow for the ceremony?” You watched as he absentmindedly reached up towards his hair as if to remind himself of what sort of style it was in.

“Yes… Father was practicing,” His gaze found yours meaningfully and you had to swallow a laugh. You doubted there were many who were more excited than Lilia was about tomorrow.

“Well, he has every right to be excited, it’s not everyday your son gets married to a royal,” A small smile appeared on your husband-to-be’s face at your words and he nodded.

“True, but I can promise he isn’t nearly as pleased as I am.”

Your smile mirrored his as you bumped your shoulder with his, “As can I Silver. As can I.”

[dustbummy]

Creative crushes (part three)

Jinx x fem! kirraman! reader

Gay shit.

Don't repost to another site pls

I really should put out a masterlist, but I'm still kinda new to writing on tumblr so, I'm sorry. 🙇🏾‍♀️

As always, (name) is written to be of any body type, skin color and race.

I tried to establish the two sides of (name) earlier, one (name) kirraman, the spare turned heir, child prodigy, who's lukewarm at best, not very easily impressed, and uncaring of anyone that isn't family. The other, just (name) who's a hopeless romantic, the quintessential little sister, unknowingly crushing heavily on a known criminal, and smiles easily.

I know nothing abt league of legends. And I own nothing, I'm just gay and and a jinx enthusiast. Don't fucking sue me. That's racist.

And this is kind of messily written, and she's a little tiny, I'm sorry.

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(Name) wakes the next morning feeling much more refreshed. No weird pretty girls haunting her dreams or weird monsters just outside her bedroom.

The (haircolored) girl slips out of her bed slowly, a small shiver running through her once her bare feet make contact with the cold tile.

If must've rained in the night, she muses, sparing a small glance at her thankfully still closed and bolted shut foggy balcony door. The girl shrugs on a large bed robe, the fabric blanketing her cold form. She can practically see her breath. Jeez.

Outside the glass door, a golden glint on the ground catches her attention, a twinge of curiosity running through her.

The young woman steps lightly, walking across her large bedroom to the other side and bending over ever so slightly, the gold glint is still there, and apparently stronger than before, it shimmering brightly in the sea of fog and grey mist.

She lifts her hand up to the handle, only needing to tug it once to quietly open the door. The girl stepping down onto her balcony and finding the glittering gold thing still there. (Name) delicately takes it off the ground, inspecting the object.

"A 'flower crown'? " She questions curiously. Not a normal flower crown either, the most beautiful one (name)'s ever seen. Devoid of any flower or leaf, comprised entirely of nuts, bolts and an a metal wire. Some of the nuts had been twisted to look closer to flowers, some of the bolts had in turn took the form of leaves. All of it painted a metallic gold giving off an air of wealth.

Someone had created this. Someone who's hands must've been touched by a goddess at one point in their life. It's so unique and beautifully crafted, name wonders who it would've been for. The storm had been quite huge, it could've blown up to her balcony. That's definitely what she heard last night.

Just then while still holding the crown, her eyes drop to the floor. There's a squared letter.

(Name) reaches over, picking the parchment letter up as well, hoping it's not some poor fools love confession. She sudders at the thought. Not again. She unfolds it, holding it closer to her face and squinting a little to read the note.

Instead, the letter is almost empty, ink used to scratch out any other sentences save for two,as if the poor sap had messed up too many times. Messily written, which (name) would find annoying any other time but is somehow sweet now.

I don't know how to start this, so hi

-nყxιҽ

Nyxie? Who-

(Name) flips over the letter, hoping to find an address for her to mail it too, instead finding her name. Written multiple times, in almost every writing style imaginable scrawled over the back. Oh, name thinks, guess it is for me then. Awe that's kinda cute, they heart their I's.

(Name) looks to the crown once more. The beautiful craftsmanship once again stunning her, the tiniest smile imaginable, slowly growing on her face.

Oh- someone made this, for her and seemingly desire nothing from her in return. Someone who just left it on her balcony instead of using it to get into her skirts, or her sister's or mother's. That's cool- that's so cool. Heat rises to her cheeks and ears the further she thought about the dedication someone had to put in for such a beautiful crown.

She steps into her room quickly, locking the door and letting out a semi sushed girlish scream into her newly acquired crown. This crown is now the most important accessory that she owns. She will protect this thing with her life.

The girl runs back out quickly after wards, scribbling out an acceptable reply.

The (haircolored) girl tucks the letter under her pillow. Getting dressed quickly after, flower crown still perfectly balanced on her head.

The kirraman girl walks out of her bedroom happy, running into a grouchy looking Caitlyn.

The younger girl stops at the sight of her sister, giving her a long once over, tiny teasing smile growing on her face.

"Not a word." Caitlyn scowls, holding her hand up as if she could silence (name)'s words.

"I didn't say anything?" (Name) smirks, lifting her hand to her lips as if she could conceal the smirk on her face as she further took in Caitlyn's appearance. Is that a hickey? Scandalous.

"You don't need to." Caitlyn snarks. Catching (name)'s roaming gaze and slapping her palm to her neck.

(Name)'s eyebrows practically shoot to her hairline. "Oh?" A huff of laughter leaves her.

Caitlyn quickly changes the subject,not wanting a round two of 'Let's tease Caitlyn'. "The crown's new." She acknowledges, the beautiful craftsmanship intriguing her. A small wave of familiarity washing over her... Huh. Could be nothing.

"Oh you noticed?" (Name) lifts her head impossibly higher. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She's obviously proud. Cait rolls her eyes.

"Yeah." She admits, taking another beat to admire the impressive crown. "Where'd you get it?"

"A gift." (Name)'s face lights up when she speaks, her nose scrunching a little when she does so. An authentic smile. Caitlyn is surprised to see it, it's been awhile since she'd seen (name) exhibit anything other than her three main expressions. Sardonic, calculating and reticent.

Much less, pure unabashed joy. She likes this look on her. Her sister being her warm sillier self instead of the cold kirraman heir she was known for. It's been years since the younger girl had done so. Having to regrettably grow up so fast.

Caitlyn almost wants to take a photo, she doesn't know when it will happen again. Though the bluenette decides against it quickly after, she couldn't make it to her camera in time anyway.

Because of this, Caitlyn doesn't really think to question the statement. Instead assuming (name) had found a friend who's rather skillful with their hands and had simply made her something.

Caitlyn shrugs, dropping her hand back to her side.

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The following week, after finishing her morning routine, the (haircolored) girl notices something fluttering in the wind of her balcony. A leathery paper, of some kind.

The youngest kirraman slowly walks outside towards the paper, leaning down once again and picking it up. A letter? Once again, folded into fours. She of course, unfolds it.

-ɳყxιҽ

(Name) flips over the letter, once again, finding a beautifully detailed drawing of herself staring back at her drawn in a dark colbalt blue. Whoever did this put an impressive amount of thought into it, looked as if it was an actual candid of her. It had gotten everything right on her face, from the slope of her nose, to the curve of her brow. If it hadn't been for the entire art piece being in blue she definitely would've been worried. So they have an artists touch as well.

And they've been watching her.

Nyxie.

(Name) quirks a small smile at the note, whoever this person was is swiftly climbing the ranks of a lot of the people she knew. And she hadn't even seen their faces, or talked to them.

The woman quickly rushes inside her room, running back out with only a pen and her own parchment. Quickly scribbling a small '𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.' Furthering by asking if they wanted anything of her in return, not wanting to or feeling comfortable with taking without giving. Hmm, maybe that's the business woman in her.

She leaves both the parchment and pen on her table, placing the stunning drawing on the dresser closest to her, afraid to sleep with it and smudge the lining.

Leaving her room quickly after, wanting the week to go by much quicker.

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The next week, a gift rests on the note (name) left.

The girl had been 'subtly' checking out her balcony window for any sign of her mystery person or the pleasantries they left. To no avail, sadly. But today, there's a glint of something outside her glass door.

A bronze rose this time. Gorgeous as all of the other gifts she'd received, painted a stunning metallic gold in color, laying straight across the parchment, sharp golden thorns and bronze 'leaves' still attached.

How could something have been so beautiful? How could someone have created something so beautiful? She found herself asking that question a lot more recently.

There's no letter that came attached with it this time. But (name) doesn't need one to know who it's from. Nyxie.

There's writing that (name) hadn't done just under her new gift. The girl picks up her metal flower gently, holding it to her chest subconsciously while she reads the note.

You don't have to give me anything,

your attention alone is enough

-ɳყxιҽ

(Name) is positively giddy at the response. Laughter almost bubbling from her chest. God, if Cassandra could see her then. Blood rushes to her ears at the thought, but still, the smile can't be wiped from her face. She covers her curled lips with her fingers.

Had this 'nyxie' person said anything besides 'attention', (name) definitely would've been insulted. But they just wanted her attention!

The woman picks up the pen, another wave of giddyness running though her. Nyxie touched this.

Quickly writing her answer down and running back inside her large room. '𝓐 𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓱𝓾𝓱?'.

She finds a pretty porcelain vase soon enough, setting the precious glass onto her dresser and gently placing the bronze flower in it.

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Jinx didn't know why she developed such an attachment to the kirraman girl. Why she why she stayed up past the hours of her 'normal' —albeit irregular— bedtime to work and craft small, non-lethal works for the enforcer pilties sister. Her sister of all people!

The irony of the situation isn't lost on her, she may be crazy but she isn't dumb. She's aware that she's being hypocritical. She's too stubborn to admit that to anyone besides herself.

The only reason she was on that balcony in the first place is because she thought it was her traitorous sister's precious-piltie girlfriend's. She wasn't aware miss 'cupcake' had a sister. And such a pretty one at that.

What was supposed to be just a fun night of casual hazing snowballed into what ever the fuck it is now. But she had just been so cute!

With her pretty little book and shiny (colored) eyes. Taking in all of jinx's jinxness, the zaunite only raised an eyebrow. She had expected the girl before her to scream. To run, to hide, she was used to it. Hell, she reveled in it, the fear that washed over a person when her name would be mentioned. She anticipated this girl to be the same.

But she wasn't.

Instead, she stayed. She kept her eyes on jinx's intense blu –pink– stare, and her lips seemed to tilt upwards where the the blue girls drifted down into a confused frown. Why isn't she running?

In that small, unique period of time, she felt seen. Like really seen. Borderline seen through. It scared her. It excited her. It was overwhelmingly exhilarating.

So, she watched. She watched as her (colored) eyebrows rising a little while she struggled to say something, subtly opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Jinx could almost breath a sigh of relief at that, normalcy resumed, she'll clutch her pearls and run away screaming. Jinx waits for that moment. Waits for a long time in fact. For her to recognize those long blue braids and run for the hills. She never did.

Instead, she called her pretty. Jinx snapped her head back to the girl on the ground quickly. Small blush rising to her cheeks. How long has it been since she was called pretty?

Sure, the bluenette was hit on quite regularly and propositioned for rated-r idea's. But, they never made her feel pretty though, just indifferent on a good day. This girl had such a sincere deep stare that jinx herself almost believed her. Almost.

The way the (haircolor)ette said it wasn't done before either. The kirraman having looked to her as if she hug the moon and stars. This piltover girl looked at her like the zaunite was the most beautiful person she's ever seen. Like she was absolutely stunned by her.

Affectionate words don't come easy in zaun. On a good day she might've gotten a small, 'you look nice.' From Silco but those were rare.

It was so obviously genuine that jinx for a moment, was stunned. How could someone have such an effect on her?

A bashful look crawling over the girls (skincolored) face the more jinx didn't speak. Mylo in particular started getting louder the deeper she thought about the girl. A sliver of vexation running through her the louder his annoying voice got.

Her fingertips started to trace the just-modified pow-pow on her hip. No. She takes her hand away. You can't shoot her balcony.

She'll get scared. "She's already scared. She hates you." The girl runs her tongue over her teeth subtly, frustration building.

"I didn't ask you." She mumbles, keeping her voice low aware she could actually scare the girl.

"Why were you so mindful of her? She's just a privileged piltie."

Jinx sets down the wrench. Picking up another doohickey that she might've forgotten the name of and begins to crank the delicate object in her stained, overworked hands.

The bluenette lifts the dainty little butterfly up to her admiring pink stare. It's beautiful.

"No it's not."

"Could be better." She chucks the piece over her shoulder. The loud clink! Of metal hitting metal when it touches the growing pile behind her chair. Music to her ears.

Nothing's is good enough. "I can't believe I care so much." The bluenette mumbles underneath her breath, picking up another shiny object and slamming it against her table, slipping the safety goggles back onto her face, already imagining the smile that (name) would give her work this time.

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[pagerunner-j]

Still jumping around a bit randomly through old DW episodes. Tonight I watched the double-header of The Impossible Planet and The Satan Pit. I always liked these episodes, in large part because they go for some pretty intense deep space horror, centered around a doozy of a villain this time, because what the hell (no pun intended): we've had evil mannequins and farting aliens and evil lunch ladies so far, so why not raise the stakes about as high as they'll go for some contrast and put everybody up against the actual Devil?

When this show decides to go balls to the wall, it really goddamn goes for it.

I also appreciate, really, that these episodes had the nerve to (albeit very, very carefully) touch on matters of religion and faith, because it's pretty hard not to when you're dealing with this topic. Ultimately, though, it's mostly concerned with people, both the good and the bad: equating hell with the evil men do, and coming down squarely on the side of the most powerful belief being faith in each other to do what's right instead. And of course Rose is right smack in that column. She gets the classic companion role here of bonding with the episode's guest cast and getting the best out of them at every turn she can. Meanwhile, the Doctor's solution to the biggest conflict at the end depends entirely on faith in her, which of course pays off.

And those two spend both episodes acting so blatantly in love with each other that it's r i d i c u l o u s and apparently after seventeen years my heart has still not yet recovered from this.

I mean: the mortgage conversation, and nervously stumbling over the idea of living together somewhere? The way Rose kisses his helmet? The hugs, plural? Rose's attempt at reaching him over the comms, and desperately trying to stay behind for him even while the crew's trying to drag her to safety? That wistful conversation between Ida and the Doctor as they're both preparing for probable death, he's slowly disconnecting his cables over the chasm, and he can't get out the words for what to tell Rose, except for, "Oh, she knows"? (Fourteen would say it. Fourteen would say every damn word. Ten just kept breaking our hearts about it for multiple seasons in a row.) And then there's the foreshadowing but they're in denial about it and they don't know what they're in for in four episodes' time and he won't be able to get the truth out then either and she'll cry and break everyone's hearts and he'll cry and break mine and goddammit I have a problem.

Anyway. Have I ever mentioned I'm one part exhausted cynic and one part hopeless romantic sap? Because the latter is winning out here, kids.

Footnote about something I enjoyed at the time: Shaun Parkes, one of the key guest cast members in this, also co-starred with David Tennant in Casanova on the BBC (also written by RTD). I haven't watched that in a long damn time either, but I recall it as being entertaining, which, well, I mean: it's David Tennant as Casanova. Think that one through for a second and then go find it somewhere and see for yourself. (I'm pretty sure it's kicking around the Tube that is You unofficially, but you didn't hear that from me.)

[anxietywriter]

romantic things

because i'm hopeless i'm a sap, this is significantly more rambly than my other lists because i am in fact using it to wax poetic. i change the pronouns randomly sometimes my bad

taking so long to respond when they say they're more into kisses and cuddles because you're just crying in relief. so so much relief because they had asked how much affection was okay (such a green flag) and you had mentioned that sex was off the table (aspecs rise up) because you know that they knew but you were still scared. (it's a bit controversial from what i hear, but i'm of the thought that your partner should know if you're asexual asap)

it's the dreams of picnics and little hikes and aquarium dates and warmth. warmth because of dreams where you're given their jacket and still leaning into them for more warmth and spooning them in your arms. of sunsets and sweet words.

speaking of hoodies, constantly wondering if some of your clothing would fit them because hey you don't actually don't know?? and buying oversized clothes or accessories that can fit most sizes just to share something with them.

having a list of songs that reminds you of them and also of your own complicated feelings towards love? of being afraid of getting hurt but still wanting that feeling anyways? of hesitant confessions and fear of rejection? but also of calling them your lover so long as said love is true?

the fact that i write poetry despite having a love-hate relationship with poetry and even hating some of my own poems. but adoring a lot of the ones that i wrote about him when i was particularly sappy. the fact that i tagged them with a heart. the fact that i'm mildly embarrassed and don't know if i'll ever even show him, but still make them addressed to him.

even in the middle of an artblock, i dragged myself out to then create drawings of one poem and even some doodles that i thought he'd enjoy. including some with two subjects rather than one because yeah i am that corny. the fact that i'm considering recreating the doodles with more details and making it a series of drawings.

being a relatively frugal person. that will absolutely not stop you from buying them shit. nothing big or too committal, just a little treat. just to live in their head for a little bit rent free.

it's the hope that flutters in my chest with every little meme captioned with "us" and the comparisons of main couples from his newest favorite movie

the immediate and multiple apologies for late replies and messages. the fact that they want to talk to you and are letting you know by saying they're sorry. and you forgiving them instantly.

the casual mentions of a future of "oh later we should go do that" or "i'll take you there one day" or "we should watch it together." it's the implied want for longetivity. how they want to keep you in their life.

[gorlygorlx3]

Broadway/Actors AU

Everyone is human. Takes places in the 20's, 30's, 40's, somewhere around there.

Plot: (Y/N) plays a strong, determined woman who recently got cheated on. While she was her lowest moments, she meets four splendid gentlemen, each wanting her love. Her life gets topsy turvy as she tries to balance her love life.

Hmm...this musical looks a little too real.

Fredrick "Freddy" Fazureth:

34 years old 5'10 He's single y'all~ Starred in other movies and plays so he's pretty famous Absolute gentleman Amazing singing voice  And plays guitar

Plays Gabriel Fitzgerald, a widowed man who mourns over his deceased husband. A sweetheart who falls in love with (Y/N)'s character but worries he might lose her too. 

"This feels like treason, but if Jeremiah wants me to be happy, then so be it."

Chloe "Chica" Satoshi:

26 years old 5'4 (Y/N)'s roomie Cook of the house Powerful singing voice, despite her size Worked as a waitress Disguises herself as a man to see Roxanne since they are in love

Plays Susie Lawrence, the spunky best friend of (Y/N). She's been with her through thick and thin, now helping her with her boyfriend's recent cheating. She promises her that she'll find the love of her life no matter what.

"Oh forget that lousy man! Today's all about you girl. Now time to get you all dolled up and ready for tonight."

Montgomery "Monty" Jones:

30 years old 5'11 Also single Has a Cajun accent Quite muscular Never been an actor before But needs the money Also single But has been to some flings 😏

Plays Robert Marchetti, a gangster who was born in poverty. He's seen lots of pretty dames in his life, but no one compares to (Y/N). Though he treats her like any other woman, he can't help but have a little crush on the bearcat. 

"Look doll, I'm not one for feelings, but looking at you makes my head spin."

Roxanne "Roxy" Beaufort:

28 years old 5'8 Curvy body shape Famous singer Also was cheated on Then the ex spread rumors about her being a gold digger In love with Chica

Plays Ruth O'Neil, a lounge singer who doesn't like a lying man. Acts like a big sister to (Y/N). Expert in fashion and makeup, becoming the girls' tailor for the upcoming party in the city. 

"C'mon (Y/N), letting some sap weigh you down then running off with four other guys! I heard of a fling but this is too much."

Raymond "Sunny" Brighten:

25 years old 6'4 single Famous child actor starring in many shows, the famous one being "Pearly Whites." As well as other movies and plays as he got older Also the son of Aster Brighten, famous actor and director. But hates him since he's a player and a gambling addict  Wants to be a school teacher Tap dances for fun

Plays Sammie Starr, a dreamer and a hopeless romantic. A real gentleman always with a bright smile and a jovial voice, trying to make the darkest situation a lot brighter. He wants to travel the world. And to bring (Y/N) along for the ride.

"Oh sweetheart, you're as beautiful as a sunset in July. You make my heart soar!"

Wanye "Moonman" Gibbon:

25 years old 6'1 single as well (wouldja look at that!) Has a beautiful, silky smooth singing voice, but he denies it when people (Sunny) bring it up Made only one album; Moonman, hence his nickname Plays violin  Childhood friends with Raymond

Plays Murphy Booker, a bartender at a speakeasy who knows the city by the back of his hand. He's also a pickpocketer, nicking a dollar or two on a whim. But his loot only gets shinier when (Y/N) steps in, gifting her priceless jewelry.

"Careful where you walk starlight, you don't know who's out to get a poor dame like you."

[oomisluvr]

drunk!sakusa

synopsis: late night talks over the phone that reveal a bit more than they should. no established relationship, but there are references to sexual acts. pinning, pinning, pinning. kiyoomi's in love but is too scared to say it. i kinda made him a sugar daddy lmao

"hello?"

giggles fall from kiyoomi's lips like a river overflowing with water, the sweet sound filling and flooding the canals of your ears.

"what are you wearing?" he asks, his voice barely audible over the loud background noise coming from his end.

"kiyoomi, oh my god. not even a hello?"

laughter tears through the speaker of your phone, crackling with it's intensity. you can almost see him now: head thrown back in a breathless giggle, flushed cheeks and wild hair, the milky skin of his collarbone exposed from the his barely-buttoned shirt.

"please, excuse my manners. hello, y/n dear." he chirps.

you roll your eyes, "hi, kiyoomi."

"i miss you."

a warm smile makes it's way to your lips, "you aren't supposed to say that."

"i wish you were here."

"you aren't supposed to say that either."

"actually," he muses, "it's a good thing you aren't here."

you brow raises at that comment, "and what do you mean by that?"

you can hear his smirk through the phone, "because if you were here, i would have bent you over the counter and--"

"sakusa kiyoomi!" you gasp, reminding him that he's in public, "don't say things like that!"

"can't a guy have a little fun? are you saying you regret it?"

"no," a breath catches in your throat, chest tightening, "do you?"

you resist the urge to tell him you want more.

"of course not. i'm grateful for any time i get to share with you." sap. a hopeless romantic is what he is. you don't comment on the affection weaved in the tones of his voice, quickly changing the topic.

"what are you drinking anyways?" the brief silence on the other end reveals that he knows exactly what you're doing.

"i don't know," he quips, "it was on the top shelf, though."

"i see. a man of class, as always."

"damn right. i'm on my third glass, too."

"don't spend all your money in one place. rent is due at the end of the month."

"money isn't really a concern for me, these days."

"wow," you deadpan, "what a hard life."

"i know, i know, it's such a burden." he sighs, dramatic and exasperated, "but money really doesn't buy happiness." he says a bit quieter.

"like hell it doesn't." comes your retort.

"it doesn't." he persists, suddenly lightening the mood, "i mean, i can't buy a girlfriend."

"maybe you aren't looking in the right places."

you hear him snort, "are you implying that i could purchase your services?"

"for the shit you have me doing now, you might as well be paying me."

"in that case, congratulations," his baritone voice rings out, "you're hired."

"i'm honored to have the position as your fake, well-paid girlfriend."

"i look forward to working with you in the future."

you're the first to break, quietly laughing the ridiculousness of the conversation, "you got me fucked up, ki."

another silence. it's obvious that sakus wants to say something, but you don't give him the chance.

"was there a reason you called me this late?" you prod.

"i was actually hoping we could have very loud, very graphic phone sex." he stops, laughing mindlessly at his own joke, "kidding. just wanted to hear your voice, angel."

your heart softens at the nickname, "it's too late for that. i have work in the morning."

"then quit." you imagine him shrugging.

"kiyoomi, stop it. you know i can't do that."

"i'm being serious, you know. you never have to work another day in your life. just let me take care of you."

"why? so i can focus on bearing your children?" you jest, playing into his delirious hypotheticals.

"no," he scoffs, "you don't have to bear me anything. i just want you happy. we'd make a cute couple."

"and what will people say about me? that i'm a gold-digger after only your money?"

"to hell with what other people think," he slurs, "the only opinion that matters is yours."

"not even your own?"

"definitely not. castrate me if i ever sink low enough to tell you what to do."

you laugh at that, "i'll keep that in mind."

it's quiet on his side of the line, save for his shallow breaths and the sounds of drinks thumping against the table.

"jokes aside," he breaks the silence, his voice in a tone he only uses for you, "you know i'll always have your back, right? do whatever you want; i'll support you regardless. think of me as your own personal cheerleader."

"miniskirt included?"

"obviously. the crop-top as well."

"you'd look good in it."

"damn right i would."

"in this scenario, is your hair slicked back or your usual middle part?"

"don't ask dumb questions, y/n. clearly i'll be styled in pigtails to complete the look."

grateful that he shares this part of himself with you, you laugh, boisterous and a bit inappropriate for the hour, you laugh.

"this is silly, ki. i'm bordering delirium."

"go to sleep, then. you shouldn't be talking to devilish, handsome men at this hour anyway. didn't your mother ever warn you?"

"you called me."

"you answered. past your bedtime, at that."

"bedtime?" you scoff, "i'm not a child."

"a child? no." he pauses, "but you are my baby." idiot.

your hand flies up to cover your mouth, second-hand embarrassment burning hot under your skin, "that was corny. have you no shame?"

"not in matters pertaining to you, y/n." there's such sincerity in his voice, it makes your stomach bubble. speaking softly, he adds, "i'd do anything to see that smile."

you try not to swoon. pushing down that warm feeling before it evolves into something deeper, you end the conversation.

"i—goodnight, kiyoomi."

"goodnight, y/n. try not to moan too loudly when you dream of me."

you shake your head at his vulgarity, "shameless flirt."

"kidding, you can moan as loudly as you want."

and with that, you end the call.

your phone buzzes mere seconds after, and you glance at your notifications, knowing exactly who it is.

cashapp [02:06] : k_sakusa wants to send you $1,000!

hi! i'm moved into my dorms and the semester has started. i have a more solid routine now, so i'll be able to be more active on here :) ty for sticking with me

[corruptedconfessions]

last weekend I caved and read everything you ever uploaded here once more agskshkdd this is who i am as a person. but im love your writing so much!!! i have an especially soft spot for the naga stories, are those the ones that are about half-snake people? i always mess up the names but how do you think bakugou (and or kiri) would be as a yandere one, when he falls for the reader? i can't remember you ever writing a snake-version of him and idk if you'd be up for it but i'm super curious! xoxoxo

Aww!! Thank you so much :) 

And yes! Naga’s are the snake people, semi human from the torso up and giant ass snakes from the hips down!

Bakugou: 

If there is one word to describe yandere Naga Bakugou its possessive. It takes a lot for him to chose a mate, he is incredibly picky, picking his mate much past the typical age but once he picks?? Possessive protective to the extreme. You are his mate to do with what he pleases, and absolutely no one is going to take you away from him. Hell, he gets pissy the second another creature, intelligent or not even looks at you. You won’t be leaving his nest any time soon after he snatches you up, even trying to peek over the edges of the flattened down bowl in the ground leads to you being dragged right back to the middle and getting angrily chewed out and huffed at as you get tucked right back into the nest.

I think he’d most likely fall for a darling who hikes or walks frequently in his forest for whatever reason. A hunter, camper, or just any kind of nature enthusiast will quickly catch his eye. You’re so small…and your body is so different than his and yet you constantly come back here, carelessly leaving your scent everywhere, as if inviting him to have a taste. He isn’t one to turn down the offer. He doesn’t have any form of patience, somewhere during a mid afternoon doze and lunch he’ll come to the conclusion that he wants you, all while still ripping the meaty remains of his prey off the bone. Right then and there he decides to have you, still picking meat from his teeth with the jagged edge of a bone. The next time he sees you you’ll be snatched up into his arms and dragged back to his nest, kicking and screaming left ignored as he unceremoniously dumps you in his nest and refuses to let you leave.  

I picture him most likely picking a human mate tbh, He enjoys being bigger and stronger than his mate, justifying the overbearing desire to hide away and protect what's his, something other Nagas wouldn’t tolerate. Even if you don’t tolerate it it doesn’t really matter, he is bigger and stronger than you, and can easily just pick you right up and carry you back to where he wants you to be. Biting, kicking, punching, anything just bounces off his hard scales. Honestly fighting like that is more likely to turn him on than anything else~ If you have this much energy you clearly can put it towards incubating some of his eggs right? Hopefully that fiery spirit will pass on to his eggs once they hatch~

He’ll also be curious, painfully so, eagerly twisting and pulling you in his hold like a doll, poking and prodding as he inspects you. Its not often he sees a human so close without eating them. He’s cruel in the sense that he likes to poke your squishy spots just to listen to your cute noises and watch you try and wiggle away from him. Its hardly ever malicious, though, the claws in your mouth, feeling up your teeth. Or large hands encompassing your entire calf as he feels up your leg is pure curiosity. He’ll look almost childish, eyes wide with wonder as he watches you twist and bend, so small and fragile yet so resilient.

He’ll hiss and throw up a fit if you call him out on this but he is also incredibly cuddly. Maybe it’s just because of that protective nature of his but he loves wrapping around you, snuggling his face into your stomach, tongue darting out to smell your skin. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a breathing furnace compared to the cooler blooded beast. He’s so soft in those moments, eagerly nuzzling you and lapping up any attention you’ll give him, even if he huffs and insists its for your protection and warmth if you say anything. Human skin is so thin and you are so needy for warmth! How did you ever survive without him curling around you to keep you warm and chase off the chill of the night air. You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut about the fact that he is actually sapping your heat with his cold skin. Best not take those rare tender moments for granted, yeah?

 Kirishima on the other hand leans more on the protective side of things. He’s younger than Bakugou, more on the naïve side of things and much more at the whims of his instincts. I think he’d honestly mate with the first little thing he comes across, unable to hold back and be patient at all. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart, in a terrifying, he’ll eat and swallow whoever you’re with whole when he sees you way. He wants nothing more than a happy loving mate, round and heavy with his eggs waiting for him when he comes back to his nest. He wants to protect and provide and snuggle with his cute little mate!

He’s brutal, eating and killing anything that comes close to you, and then immediately turning around and crooning and loving on you, rubbing up against you like a dog, his face still coated with any remains of what, or rather who, he just ate. (Lucky for you he prefers to swallow his prey whole…watching him gag up and spit out the bones that he cant digest isn’t a pleasant sight though.) Endlessly doting and so…incredibly suffocating. There will always be a hand, or head, or tail, or something pressed, wrapped, or snuggling against you. Half the time you feel like a living teddy bear as he cuddles and nuzzles you non stop, curling up in his nest and holding you close to his chest, face buried in your hair. The only time he tears himself from your side is to go hunting, and even then when he comes back you are scooped up and squished in his arms until he calms down again, extremely distressed from being separated from you.

 He is obsessed with being a good mate for you, protecting, providing, and spoiling his partner. He’ll be traditional, hunting down larger pray than necessary just to impress you. Happily puffing his chest out when he dumps a bunch of hay and leaves into the nest, telling you that he knows humans cant sleep on hard rock comfortably, and so this will be more comfy! (Not that it does much, with how close he insists on being when cuddling, you practically sleep on him instead. Trapped against his firm chest as arms wrap tightly around you). Now this isn’t common behavior for nagas, but he’ll also bring you pretty little trinkets that he finds, gems or geodes he finds in his cave, pretty jewelry he steals from humans, rocks that he really likes and wants to share with you. Reacting positively to these gifts, maybe even making a small little pile for them in the nest will put him over the moon. He becomes so gushy and loving towards you for it you can get away with nearly anything after that.  

Unlike Bakugou’s nest which is out in the open, daring any threat to even try and come close to his mate, Kiri hides you away. His nest will be hidden away in a maze like cave (He carved it out himself by hand! Something he very proudly tells you when the two of you can finally converse without you screaming or him fucking you silly). He never leaves your side, determined to protect and love you, but even in the moments he does, escape is hopeless. Even after crawling up the sides of the deep pit carved out of solid rock (you really don’t want to think how strong his claws are to carve out solid stone and made such deep grooves in the sides) you’ll be left wondering and aimless maze, impossible to not get lost or even get near the exit before Kirishima is back, rushing your side and picking you up into his arms in a panic. Naturally, being the innocent thing he is he assumes you missed him and went searching for him instead of trying to escape, but now you’re trapped in an even tighter hold under an even tighter watch as he tries “to make it up to you”.

With Kirishima you have a small chance, though. If you are loving and gentle enough to him, and you ask him so sweetly if you can get out of the cave just for a little bit! Promise! He may take you to a nearby river to play in the water, or a hotspring to soak together. Once you really have him wrapped around your finger you might be able to convince him to go on daily walks (slithers?) with him, only if you look sad and pout up at him enough, insisting that the cave is too dark and scary and you miss the sun. He’ll feel so bad he just might sunbathe with you outside for awhile too.

[sweetie-sardonyx]

hoi. I found your request for requests in the teruteru x reader tag on my dashboard, so if he isn't fair game for requests, I apologize. In any case, may I request a teruteru x reader where they go to his country home, reader learns that teruteru was putting up a facade, then they meet his mother? Can you also make really sweet and cute? please? 👉👈 I know I'm being a pathetic sap over the internet, but I'm allowed to be, right?

Hi! Thank you for requesting! And ofc! I love teruteru he’s my boy!! This request is my fav so far tbh so thank youuuuu!! Hope you enjoy love!

Fanfic type: Fluff + one-shot

Word count: 528

Set in: Non-canon AU

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The small car you and TeruTeru were squeezed in shook with the pothole-filled highway driving steadily, music quietly humming in the back, "I-I'm delighted to have you come to my home SugarCube I am but do you really wanna stay all that time?" TeruTeru asked tensely turning his head to you yet still focused on the road ahead, patiently waiting for your reply "Oh TeruTeru of course! you seem so tense, why is that love?" You asked concerned for your boyfriend, it seemed so out of character for him to be so anxious, your eyebrows furrowed as you frowned, "Do you-do you want me to not see your home-town or meet your mother?" you asked, god you hoped that wasn't it. A twinge of guilt lightly panged at TeruTeru's heart as he took a second glace to your disheartened face, "N-no! no of course not love bug that's not what going on at all, I'm just-I think you'll-I don't know if you'll-" He started to ramble his cheeks turning a darker shade of red with each fumbled word, mind racing with ways to calm not only your nerves but his own yet trying to keep his hands steady on the wheel, TeruTeru inhaled deeply he was going to be fully honest with you "Darling I-I haven't been the most honest with you", he hesitated for a while, "I didn't want you to come to my home town was because I was....embarrassed" "Oh love why?" You asked eyebrows furrowed in concern, "Because I'm not the man you think I am, I lied I'm not from the city like I said, I'm not the city-born hotshot I claimed to be I wanted to seem better than some random hick from the country, better than...than who I am, I know you'll probably not see me the same way you did before I said all this" TeruTeru's eyes lightly glistened with tears as he poured his heart out to you, his fears, his concerns, everything he's been holding on to deep in his subconscious up to this point started spilling out all in front of you he's never felt more vulnerable in his life,

"Love I would never ever ever leave you nor would I judge you for you truly are, I love you I don't care where you came from its not why I fell for you, I fell for the kind  master chief that wants to help improve the culinary world piece by piece, you are so much more than where you were born Sweetie" you smiled at him, "Now let's get going babe, I still need to meet your mom",

"Oh hi, Sweetheart you must be that person that Teru is always writing about!!" TeruTeru's mom gushed as she shook your hand her smile almost blinding she was clearly ecstatic about meeting you, "Ma!?" TeruTeru shouted face red with embarrassment, "I don't talk about them that often..." He mumbled turning his head trying to hide his blush, "Yes you do stop lying baby!" "Awww that's sweet!" "He's always been such a hopeless romantic I swear, now come in dear I have so many baby stories to tell you!" "MA-!"

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Hi hun!! I hope y’all enjoyed! I’m sorry if this wasn’t to your liking I sorta rushed and I’ve been busy but enough excuses! I hope you enjoyed and have a darling day!

- Maddi your darling goddess<3

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Ok but headcanoning nanami as a sap and romantic, he would probably adore his s/o everytime they sing softly to him when they’re cuddling or s/o is cooking, and they like to sing this is ours by Peter sivo band cause that song is such a Nanami dream relationship mood I’m sorry I just had to vent this idea out its been on my mind the whole day ok hope you have a nice day bye

*sniff* no but he really is such a hopeless romantic, he would absolutely melt if you sang for him, even if it's just twinkle twinkle little star his heart will ache and he'll stop what he's doing so he can listen to you and when you're done he'll hug you close with this big mushy grin on his face and i can't i just can't i'm gonna cry-

[pugoata]

Your work has turned me into such a sappy, hopeless romantic and, even though I know how the stories go, I still sit with bated breath like "Oh my gosh is Blake gonna actually tell Yang how she feels" or "Oh my gosh, is Yang going to be the tender, calloused hands that soothe Blake's heart?" and every time they do that and like a sap, I'm equally amazed each time. Absolutely wonderful work!

AW 😭😭😭 that's so sweet!! ;ldskfjglkdfjg we LOVE some beautiful, gay, tender, calloused hands!! the world needs sappy romantics, so I'm happy you've joined the club~

thank you so much!! 💖

[paddington-two]

9, 24, 43? <333

9. have you ever been in love?

yes- I dated my highschool sweetheart for a long time. it ended a few years ago but I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for what we were.

24. what makes you blush?

pet names, physical affection, flirting etc. plenty of things because I'm an absolute sap and hopeless romantic 😚

43. favorite abba song?

gimme gimme gimme a maaan after midnight wonnttttt somebody help me chase the shadows awayyyyyyyyy

[ebonysquib]

For this: Sly, Penelope, Murray, and/or princess peach? Plus any other character you want!

Send me a character and I’ll tell you my least favorite and favorite thing about them and the fanon pet peeves I have with them!

Sly Cooper

I honestly??? can't think of anything thats my least favorite??? like probably how cocky he is??? but that's something he gets over throughout the series as he learns to rely on his friends more. and like some of the cockiness he has is well earned he's good at what he does lol so i can't really hate him for that.

my favorite thing about him is so hard to decide but honestly i really like how he's such a hopeless romantic. its not really addressed in game or anything but you can see with how he treats carmelita throughout the game that he has true romantic heart, even if he may denies it. (i bet he's a total sucker for romance movies and stuff. a total sap.)

a fanon pet peeve of mine would probably how the fandom likes to portray him as a ladies man? like i said before he is a hopeless romantic but i don't think he's the type for 'one night stands' or little flings. and there have been examples of most of the woman shown in the game falling for him but i mean who wouldn't tbh?? in my opinion he may like the attention he gets from ladies (or men) but he truly has his heart set on one person at the end of the day and prefers to not screw around with things like romantic relationships. he's very loyal in that regard i think. the only time i could see him having a fling or something is if it's a guarantee that he will never seen them again. not because he's an ass but because he takes romance as something very serious and not to screw around with if any of that makes sense???

Penelope

my least favorite thing would be how quick she is to switch to sly after finding out what Bentley really looks like etc.? tho thats not something i can really blame her for either considering they both lied about themselves and that she does get to know bentley and realizes she really does like him in the end, despite everything. its very understandable for her to react that way and i don't blame her or hate her for it, ive just always been a person to never judge based on appearances. like if i found out someone is not what they say they are (if its not too drastic) i'm willing to be like 'hey that sucks you felt the need to lie but i'm willing to look past it' ya know? i very much base my feelings on personality and who that person is before appearance. thats just how i am lol.

my favorite thing is her nerdiness and how that nerdiness and intelligence didn't stop her from learning boxing lol. shes a total geek and i love it. also i could really relate to her as a kid so. in regards to being a new female character in the sly series she is quite refreshing compared to neyla or carmelita so i like that about her as well.

a fanon pet peeve of mine would be idk how she's portrayed as shy in some cases??? i just hate nerdy characters like her being potrayed as shy and quiet when its actually not shown to be the case at all?? just because someone is intelligent doesn't mean they are shy or anything!

Murray

my least favorite thing about murray... hmmm... thats a tough one lol. i guess how he is portrayed as the dumb one?? like yes he isn't bentley but that doesn't mean he isn't intelligent in regards to other areas? like in terms of spiritual and emotional intelligence he would be the most intelligent compared to sly or bentley.

my favorite thing would be how he isn't just a the strong one. like i just said, by the time of sly 3, he is the most emotionally intelligent of the group. and how his strength isn't just physical strength necessarily. as the beginning of sly 3 demonstrates he was kinda like the glue that truly held the gang together. they need him for that. he can keep them in line and not to mention they are his family. he starts as just the getaway driver and becomes someone who is truly essential to the gang (bentley as well)

a fanon pet peeve of mine would be idk its not really a fanon thing but i hate the way sly 4 accentuates how he's fat and loves to eat. like yeah he's big and stuff and enjoys food and is quite the big eater but that doesnt mean you have the right to make fatphobic jokes about him every five seconds. which is something that only appears in sly 4 mind you. in the previous games, his large frame is mentioned but he is never once ashamed or teased about it from his friends. murray himself even acknowledges that he's 'bigger' than sly and bentley but that thats also what makes him a valuable member of the team. and if pressed im sure sly and bentley would agree. sly 4 my beloathed

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Princess Peach

my least favorite thing about princess peach would be how she can be rather selfish and stubborn. but those are faults that make her who she is and she's only really selfish in very specific cases, otherwise shes a very generous ruler.

my favorite thing about her would be idk everything. ok but just for some examples i actually quite like how stubborn she is?? and how she is rather competitive and athletic?? she is a great character with a great, interesting personality, if you care to look. it also depends on the game she is in because, in the mario series, most of the games don't really have room for personality or character devlopment. but for the ones that do her character is quite enjoyable and endearing i think.

my fanon pet peeve would be how people assume she's 'weak' or 'useless' and a 'damsel in distress'. like yeah that is the role she plays for the majority of the games but that doesn't mean she's weak willed or useless. like i said before, its quite the contrary if you know where to look. she is very strong willed and open minded and willing to help in any way she can. just. don't judge a character just for their role before getting to know them or something. >:(

[hyruviandoctor]

Can I just say that I’m really thankful for each and every one of you who has been talking to me recently? I’ve been dealing with some tough personal stuff this summer and I’ve felt really alone and forgotten, but talking with you guys has really helped lift my spirits and kept me from falling all the way back into the pit. I know this is dumb and sappy and whatever but I just

Thank you.

[bearfeat42]

Dear Bear. I really like your writing style, and your fics never disappoint. Giants was superb

A couple of inexplicable andunsettling things happened to Alpha in the year 2016, and it wasn’t just thedeath of Bowie, the canceled shows in the summer or the Trump election, eventhough he did think of all these things as tragedies. The year had startedrather dull and maybe more normal than he had ever experienced the start of ayear. This should have been an indicator of how not-normal the year was goingto be, since every start of every year for him had been exceptional, which,come to think of it, would make the normality of the start of 2016 moreexceptional than every previous year. Maybe this was why he had been feeling soout of his depth.

Back in February, almost tenmonths ago, his guitar had started to feel heavier. He had to look at himselfin the mirror, to check if his body was going soft and his muscle was disappearing.He could swear he saw bruises on himself from the guitar strap. But it seemedimpossible: nothing could have changed the weight of his guitar and itcertainly couldn’t have bruised his shoulder. He sighed now, every time helifted the strap over his head to play. First, he blamed the years of smoking.He knew he had to quit, and he would certainly try some day, but back inFebruary he wasn’t convinced that that was it. He lost his appetite for abouttwo weeks, but at the check-up the doctor told him he was in perfect health(for a smoker) and he decided on eating again, as if this was a decision thatcould be made just like that.

He knew this was all bullshit.That he needed a reason for feeling like his guts were pulled down the way hisshoulder was pulled down by the strap of his guitar. At a particular normalwinter’s night that would turn out to be not so normal after all, he voiced hisconcern to his friend Omega.

‘Omega.’ He said. ‘I feel sounsettled by this year. I can’t seem to get the hang of it, and I don’t know ifI had ever lost my grasp on a year like this ever before.’

Omega nodded, as if any ofthat made sense. ‘You seem a little bit more lost than normal.’ Was his reply.

Alpha stepped outside tosmoke, and tried to peer through the inky sky of this winter’s night. He feltthe smoke wrap around his heart and he lost his appetite for another two weeks.

The spring of 2016 had morenormal nights with Omega turned not-normal. Even though Alpha’s heart andshoulders still felt bruised by an invisible weight, it was Omega who seemedmore lost than normal now. The difference was that Omega seemed to have anincredible grasp on the year, but more frighteningly so, the year had him in anice cold grip. His smoke breaks were getting longer. Alpha watched how he openedand closed the door to their shared hotel balcony over and over, until theghoul felt that nothing demanded the recursive action anymore. Omega smiledtired smiles as he offered Alpha his cigarettes, smiles telling him not to askabout his compulsiveness.

Alpha did, however, on a rainyspring day during their European tour.

‘Is there any way…’ Hestarted, ignoring Omega’s raised hand in protest,  ‘I can help you with anything your OCD isputting you through?’ He said. He knew there was very little to do, but he feltmore helpless every time they were together and he witnessed Omega succumb tomore and more compulsive actions.

‘My brain is fucking me. Hard.’Omega said with a tired smile. His brows were ragged and furrowed. His tiredeyes dark and inky. His body had changed, the way Alpha had felt his bodychange. As if there were bruises in places no one could see. The Fire ghoulfelt the growing need to place a hand between his shoulder blades, so he did.Omega’s back felt very tense. The ghoul ran a finger over his brow.

‘This morning.’ Omega said. ‘Iwas wide awake. I was staring at the ceiling for hours. I could not find onereason to get out of bed. I really couldn’t do it. It seemed like the biggestfeat to even get to the bathroom. I never felt like this on tour. Not likethis.’

‘What usually gets you out ofthis?’

‘Touring.’

The ghouls shared a look. Whatmore was there to try, then? Alpha felt a grief land on him like a parachutelands over a parachutist after he hits the ground. As if it had always beenthere and coming for him. He knew Omega couldn’t stay with them longer if theirtouring life was now contributing to the demons of anxiety pinning him down. Hedidn’t know why the thought of not working with Omega suddenly seemed sounbearable to him. Omega’s face looked dark, even when he turned it to thelight, and Alpha let his eyes fall on the stubble of his beard. He wondered whythe ghoul’s face could embody both anxiety and serenity.

Back in his own hotel room, hecouldn’t stop thinking about his friend who was on the other side of the wallnow, wide awake, and the clearest and possibly only clear moment of the year2016 dawned on him. He had allowed himself to think of an explanation for whythe thought of not seeing Omega every day seemed so unbearable to him. It wasthe most not-normal reason for anything he could have come up with. He didn’teven allow himself to think it, toreally think it, but when he walkedover to his guitar to check, the instrument felt light in his hands, as if itwasn’t the year it had been.

[thesummoningdark]

Goody/Billy for the ship meme and/or Neal/OMC. ;)

Okay I’m going to lead with door number one...

who is more likely to hurt the other? That’s a tough one to answer. I think that Goody, trainwreck that he is, is more likely to unintentionally do something hurtful, but of the two of them Billy is much less likely to actually be hurt by some careless comment or action. Goody is more likely to take it to heart. I’m working on the assumption of it being something unintentional here - if it was a deliberate attack, I think it would be the other way around. It would be hard to find something to say about Goody that’s worse than what he already thinks of himself; he’d tend to view a purposely hurtful comment as par for the course and nothing he doesn’t deserve. Whereas Billy would see something like that from one of the only people who knows him well enough to know what his vulnerabilities are as a betrayal.

who is emotionally stronger? Billy, no contest.

who is physically stronger? Also Billy

who is more likely to break a bone? Probably both about equally likely to be in a position to, but Billy is more likely to come away from a tumble uninjured (or less severely injured at least). He’s in better shape and he knows how to fall properly.

who knows best what to say to upset the other? They both know each other’s sore spots entirely too well. Goody I think is a lot easier to hit where he’s vulnerable - lbr it’s a pretty broad target. But as I said above, it’s hard to be crueller than his own guilt complex. Whereas Billy keeps the few chinks in his armour well guarded, so someone he trusts taking a crack at one of those would be very hurtful. 

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Depends on the argument. In general, if it's something minor, Billy: he’d apologise just to end the argument if it was something he didn’t care about very much. If it’s an actual serious fight, Goody: he’ll start feeling guilty about it first.

who treats who’s wounds more often? They probably patch each other up on a fairly even basis

who is in constant need of comfort? Goody. I’m not sure Billy would be comfortable accepting overt comfort even if he did need it.

who gets more jealous? I can’t really picture either of them getting jealous. (Billy finds people optimistically flirting with fabled war hero Goodnight Robicheaux~ absolutely hilarious)

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Well if you want to interpret this very literally, I suppose canon gave us the answer to this one. But then we don’t know what, if anything, happened between them before Goody left - especially not if you’re approaching it from a shippy perspective. Honestly, the part which was always unclear to me isn’t why Goody left, it’s why Billy didn’t go with him.

who will propose? Depends on the AU in which they find themselves. The most likely scenario is them discussing it and deciding they want to get married, and then (again, depending on the specific AU), either: Billy assumes that’s it settled, but Goody does a ~proper proposal~ anyway because he’s a hopeless romantic; or, Billy does a surprise romantic proposal because he knows how happy it’ll make his utter sap of a fiancé.

who has the most difficult parents? In my interpretation of the canon-verse backstory, neither of them has any living family. In modern AUs, Goody has quite a close relationship with his mother and occasionally an adoptive brother in certain verses, but that’s a separate issue, whereas Billy is fairly estranged from most of his family.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Canon-era, neither. In other settings, probably Goody.

who comes up for the other all the time? I have absolutely no idea what this means.

who hogs the blankets? Goody. Billy is cunning and practised at defending his blankets though.

who gets more sad? Goody, the poor mess.

who is better at cheering the other up? Obviously it’s needed more often for Goody, but I think they’re both good at it in their own way.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Billy favours the expressive eyeroll. Goody finds Billy’s dry, understated sense of humour absolutely delightful.

who is more streetwise? Hard one to answer. I think they both are - in different ways maybe, but I don’t think I could say that one or the other is more so.

who is more wise? Billy

who’s the shyest? Billy is quieter and more reserved, but I don’t think you could really call either of them shy.

who boasts about the other more? “I watched in awe--”

who sits on who’s lap? Could go either way I think.

(Aaaaaand then I’m going to put the second one in another post, since I assume no-one other than you cares a huge amount about my random-ass OC ship.)

[ginforink]

well because I'm a huge sap and a hopeless romantic and my heart cannot take angst in my head they were off again and on again constantly and maybe sometimes when they were off jungkook would sleep around, aimlessly trying to fill the stupid hipster pastel void that jimin left in his heart even though no-he would never admit to jimin (or himself!) that maybe he really did love jimin and this would continue until they were back in again and it's always hot and jungkook's heart burns with passion

I think that’s perfect. If I did write a sequel, that’s what it would be like.