#honestly nonny thank you SO MUCH for giving me an excuse to do this today

[ddollfface]

is it possible for you to expand on the alphabet ‘H’ for yandere!athlete? I’m just curious to see the full extent of his punishment when he ‘snaps’. You don’t have to. This is my first ask so I’m just curious

— 🐏 anon

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"I'm not feeling myself today, so it's alright if I feel you instead?"

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, lovesick behavior, manipulation, toxic relationship, love bombing, reader is called 'girlfriend', fake emotional cheating (it'll make more sense later), um I think that's it, pretty tame ngl, honestly it's shorter than my usual posts sorry(( If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ You are now 🐏!Nonny! Congratulations, you now have your own tag! I hope this is up to your standards... I kind of went on a tiny, just a tiny tangent, but what's new lol

Okay, ngl, I've been waiting for someone to ask about this, so thank you 🐏!Nonny for asking)))

Now, to the question. I would like to preface that it would be very, very, very difficult to make LoveSick!Athlete 'snap', seeing as he's a very patient person, especially with those he's close to. Growing up, he had to be patient and easygoing. He was the oldest of his siblings, so he had to be responsible; had to step up as a father figure for his younger siblings, as he never had a real dad.

He's very soft with you, always speaking kindly, and never letting his anger or annoyance get a hold of him. He wants to be the best for you, truly, but there are just some things that make people... y'know snap. Even for people like LoveSick!Athlete, who has the patience of a saint.

So, now that we know this, we have to think of a scenario of when and why you'd ever push LoveSick!Athlete over the edge; what would've you said to make him that angry?

It'd probably be something along the lines of questioning either his loyalty to you, or the caliber of his love for you, and how much he provides for you. You'd have to take away his purpose and smush it; dragging it through the mud, and spit on it. Now, that would get him going. There's one thing that LoveSick!Athlete hates, and that's someone who's ungrateful.

He's done so, so, so much for you, can't you see?

It would've started from an argument, likely you bringing up how he seems too receptive to other girls on campus, too willing with their antics. And that just didn't sit right with you. You didn't like your boyfriend, in this scenario, hanging around with girls, who you thought to be very, very, very pretty.

Of course, LoveSick!Athlete thought this to be insane, something he hadn't even thought about. Ever since the two of you started dating, he hasn't even looked at a girl, let alone thought about sleeping with one. How could you even say that?

In this scenario, I can see LoveSick!Athlete being petty and becoming flirtatious with other girls just to show you that his behavior before was nothing. If you thought that was flirtatious, then wait until you see him now. Instead of pushing the girls to the side, excusing himself before they could corner him, now he's looking the girls up and down, giving them a little smirk, leading them on. He might even set a hand on their lower back, leading them through the party, maybe even kiss her on the cheek, if you've been rather ungrateful.

Now, LoveSick!Athlete isn't enjoying this, after all, you're his one and only, but you have to learn your lesson. You have to understand that he's been so kind to you, so appreciative of your relationship. Don't you understand? He doesn't like doing this; it's a punishment.

You, seeing all of this, would obviously be distraught. You'd feel so, so, so betrayed. Where had your sweet, loving boyfriend gone? Why was he replaced by some sleazy womanizer? You'd be both sad and pissed the fuck off. You wanted him to tone it down, not multiply it by one hundred!

No matter what, even if you're angry as hell, you'll end up in LoveSick!Athlete's arms, hugging him tightly. He'll find a way to sweet talk you back to him, telling you that you're his only one, that he's just showing you that it wasn't that bad. He'll explain his public image to you; he's gotta stay on top of it, surely you understand, babe? I have no interest in those girls. They're just thinking with what's between their legs. You have to trust me.

Now, that's if you question his loyalty to you, but if you question how much he loves you (which is kinda of related to loyalty, but just ignore that), then you'll face a different type of manipulation. Mans got a whole tool belt on him (I've been waiting to say that lol).

Questioning how much he values you, your affections, your words, and your presence, will lead to love bombing. And for those who don't know what love bombing is, it's a manipulation tactic where the manipulator will use excessive affection to make their victim depend on them for love, believing that they'll only be valued by the manipulator.

LoveSick!Athlete is very familiar with this form of love since he grew up with a mama who has bipolar disorder-

(To be clear, I don't mean to say that everyone with bipolar disorder is a mass manipulator or anything. In certain people, especially mamas who are juggling an abusive marriage, two children, and postpartum all at once, it can be a lot and lead to bad behaviors. Just wanted to say that as someone who deals with a mama with bipolar disorder)

-Now, as a young adult, he's grown the habit of absentmindedly using manipulation tactics to get what he wants. It'll all start with a small argument, you'll question his lover for you, if he even cares for you. After all, he seems to be more attentive over his image than you, his girlfriend!

And all LoveSick!Athlete will do is smile at you, saying that he understands your concerns and that he'll do better. Obviously, this will confuse the hell out of you. Who responds to an argument like that? Certainly, no man you've ever dated!

Even if he doesn't realize it, he'll begin to show excessive amounts of affection after the argument. He'll constantly be giving you hugs, clinging onto you like a leach, and spamming you with messages/calls. You'll grow accustomed to the overbearing affections, allowing it to become a part of your daily life, but the moment you're used to it, he'll rip it away.

Suddenly, it's as if you don't even exist, like you're just another girl to him. Of course, he'll acknowledge you as his girlfriend, but he's no longer touching you. He's not hugging you, having an arm wrapped around you waist, nor is he holding your hand in public. It's as if he's embarrassed about your relationship. You'll begin to think that LoveSick!Athlete is cheating on you (he's not).

And this sudden behavior change is so delayed that you won't even relate it to your argument, thinking that it was a whole separate issue. And LoveSick!Athlete won't realize it either; it's just subconcious decision he made without knowing.

At some point, you'll come crawling back to him, desperately wanting the affection you used to be overwhelmed by. Of course, LoveSick!Athlete will be overjoyed, welcoming your upfront behavior with open arms. To you, this is like whiplash. Just a few days ago, he was off-putting, giving you the cold shoulder, and now he's leaning on you as if he can't stand himself, what the hell is going on?

And that's when you realize that you're not dating the most... stable individual...

Not to mention what he let his teammates do to you... but that's for another ask, yeah?

[asteroiideae]

Hi, I happened to catch your Sailor Moon ask meme in the tags and as someone who’s also a fan of poor obscure Saphir (90’s anime version only I’m hoping you were referring to) do you think you could ramble on about him like you did Fish-Eye in that ask pretty please? He had such little screentime but deserved so much more! 🥺

hello Nonny! I was absolutely referring to the 90s anime which is, in my opinion, the most superior iteration of Sailor Moon (though for transparency's sake I'm just now re-reading the manga for the first time in about fifteen years.)

I think maybe of all the antagonists we're introduced to in the 90s anime, Saphir gets like...the worst end of the proverbial stick? This poor dude gets exiled, and all he wants is to come home? Onscreen he doesn't even do anything that can really be construed as bad - like, he's complicit in that he tags along and doesn't try to stop Demande and the others from doing their nonsense until it's a little too late? But I have a really difficult time blaming him for that, you know? The implication is he's very much a person without much agency or power, after all.

tbh I would have loved to have seen a little more parallel between Saphir and Usagi, in that they both appear to be the kind of people who (successfully!) appeal to the better natures of the people they love, and try to use the power of that love to bring people around them back from the brink?

Then there's the whole thing with Petz. I think if anyone deserved to be cleansed and live out a normal life with the girl he loves, it's Saphir honestly - but, I think here the anime team were going more for him being the dark foil to Usagi. He tries to appeal to his brother's love for him to stop him from doing the thing (with marginal success, that ultimately fails.); he really loves someone who wants him to come back to them, and he tries to reassure her that he'll save the day and come home (he doesn't.)

my tl;dr on Saphir is that everyone sleeps on him, and there's so much content to mine despite him only really appearing in like 2-3 episodes; as much as I dislike Demande, I think Saphir is a fantastic character and now I want to go rewatch his brief arc because holy shit they hit you so hard with so little????

(I hope that was enough of a ramble for you, Nonny! I'm writing this pre-coffee, so I could probably come back and add more. Feel free to poke me off-anon if you want to chat more about Sailor Moon - my DMs are open! or if you want to chat more here on anon, I'm happy to do that too!)

[achubbydumpling]

Modern Bucky is fat and Steve’s sugar baby. Steve likes to spoil him. :3

eyy only took me a month and a half to answer 😂😂 I'm sorry, nonnie, but I'm highjacking your idea and using it for today's chubtober prompt :D

(I ended up having a lot more ideas for this than I could actually finish writing in time, so this ends pretty abruptly as soon as Steve and Bucky actually meet)

[unfinished] Oct 3: Masks and Malfunctions

Rating: Mature Words: 1911 Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Daddy Kink, Belly Kink, Weight Gain, Verbal Humiliation, Stuffing, Corsets, Age Gap

Bucky’s phone chimed and he didn’t even have to look at the screen to know that “Steve” just sent him more than enough money for the costume Bucky wanted. He didn’t actually know if that was the guy’s real name, but he’d been funding Bucky’s lifestyle since the beginning of college and Bucky wasn’t about to fuck that up by questioning the guy’s identity.

If this were a normal Halloween party Bucky would have just bought a random costume at Spirit Halloween, but his kinda boyfriend Jonas (it’s complicated) had invited him as a plus one to an actual masquerade ball. Bucky didn’t even know those kinds of things existed outside of fantasy novels, but right now he was at a high-end clothing store getting an “appropriate” costume.

[Bucky] Thank you, Daddy❤

Bucky texted Steve and then went back to trying on another dress shirt. This one had a looser cut that reminded him of something the male love interest in a period drama would wear or a pirate.

“Wonderful choice,” the store clerk told Bucky when he stepped back from the mirror. Bucky would probably never get used to having someone help him pick out clothes, but the higher-end stores Bucky had been to all offered this type of assistance.

“It drapes very well,” the clerk said with a sneer on his face. Bucky turned back to the mirror. Yes, he had to admit he’d fallen victim to the freshman 15. A small belly was rounding out even against the loose fabric of the shirt, but he didn’t actually feel self-conscious.

Steve had complimented him on every single one of those pounds. Bucky probably wouldn’t even have noticed all the changes to his body if Steve hadn’t been constantly talking about them. Bucky had never put much effort into maintaining his physique, but being hyped up by Steve over the smallest changes of his body made him feel desired and his heart fluttered every time his sugar daddy complimented his thicker thighs and soft belly.

“Any other suggestions?” Bucky asked and the clerk scoffed.

“A corset,” he muttered under his breath, but Bucky’s ears pricked up at the suggestion. His first instinct was to text Steve. Bucky didn’t know why it was important for him to know Steve’s opinion when Bucky was going to the party as someone else’s plus one, but excitement stirred in Bucky’s stomach at what Steve might say.

“Sure, get the corset.” Bucky sent the clerk on their way and then sat down to text Steve. He could feel his belly straining against the shirt buttons now that he was sitting down and he snapped a picture of the way the buttons on the otherwise loose shirt were straining over the thickest part of his belly.

[Bucky] Daddy~ they’re telling me I’m fat

[Bucky] they said I need a corset

[Steve] You will look incredible either way.

Annoyance prickled at the back of Bucky’s neck from the generic compliment.

[Bucky] that’s not what I asked

[Steve] You didn’t ask anything.

Bucky rolled his eyes at how literal Steve could sometimes be, but Bucky also didn’t know how to ask for what he really wanted to hear.

Some of his classmates had teased him for his weight gain and instead of making Bucky feel insecure, the hot shame had shot straight to his dick and he’d had to excuse himself to deal with the problem. Since then Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about Steve telling him those things.

Bucky didn’t even know what the guy looked like, but he’d quickly developed a crush just from texting him. It was actually fun to talk. Bucky couldn’t understand how the guy was single when he seemed like this perfect, interesting and kind guy—and rich on top of all that.

There has to be something wrong with him, but so far Bucky hadn’t been able to figure it out. Not for the first time Bucky wondered who Steve actually was, but his thoughts were interrupted when the clerk came back with three different corsets.

All the same material and color, just different cuts. Bucky’s eyes were immediately drawn to the tiny waist cincher—just tall enough to cover the widest part of his belly. Despite his grumblings the clerk helped Bucky lace up the corset and when he looked in the mirror he couldn’t believe it was him looking back.

His entire body shape seemed different. From the billowing sleeves of the shirt emphasizing his wide shoulders to the waist cincher doing an excellent job of making it look like he still had a waist instead of the soft belly that was hidden underneath. The simple black slacks he was wearing completed his outfit. Simple colors, just black and white.

The mask he had chosen matched as well. A deep midnight black that contrasted with his piercing blue eyes and gold detailing that caught the light when Bucky turned his head. He snapped another picture for Steve, but didn’t wait for his response. Bucky could still hardly believe that a single outfit could be this expensive, but Steve of course had transferred enough money to pay for it. On his way home Bucky finally checked his phone.

[Steve] What did I tell you? Incredible.

[Bucky] better than without the corset?

[Steve] This feels like a set-up.

Bucky groaned at Steve’s response. Of course, Bucky would luck out and get the sugar daddy that won’t humiliate him for gaining fifteen pounds before the semester was even over and wasn’t that a personal revelation. Bucky had never thought of himself as someone who could want something like this, but since gaining weight he had become more aware of his body—and how others perceived it.

[Bucky] it is

He quickly pocketed his phone after sending that text. Bucky immediately regretted it. He’d had a good thing going with Steve. Why risk fucking that up? His phone vibrated multiple times, but Bucky was too worried to check his messages until he got home. As soon as he’d closed the apartment door behind him he fished his phone out of his pocket.

[Steve] What does that mean?

[Steve] If you don’t want to continue this arrangement, you can just tell me.

[Steve] Bucky.

[Steve] Answer me.

[Steve] What do you want me to say? That you’re a spoiled pig? That you’ve gotten fat on your Daddy’s money and need a corset to look good for your little boytoy?

Bucky’s throat went dry as he read Steve’s message. The wave of lust that crashed through him, threw him off balance and he sat down heavily on the bench in the entry way of his apartment. He read the message again. And again. His dick gave an interested twitch. It was embarrassing how much he reacted to Steve’s words.

[Steve] Is that what you want?

[Steve] Don’t leave me on read.

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He typed and retyped the same message again until another one from Steve popped up.

[Steve] ‘Yes’ or ‘no’? It can’t be this hard to type one fucking word.

Bucky couldn’t breathe. Steve had always been kind and considerate, it made Bucky’s heart race to see this side of him.

[Bucky] Yes.

[Steve] Thank you, but we will talk more about this tomorrow.

Bucky’s phone chimed to tell him, he should be on his way now if he wanted to get to the party on time. His mind was still caught up in foggy arousal, his cock tenting his slacks. It’s too much, he wasn’t thinking straight and Steve wasn’t even here—wasn’t even touching him. Just a text and Bucky was a mess.

At least the walk to the subway station helped to clear Bucky’s head and chase away some of the immediate, burning need that had been burning in his guts just a few minutes earlier. It left him frustrated, but slightly more level-headed and in a more appropriate mood to be out in public.

When Bucky met up with Jonas outside the high-rise office building the guy was already wasted. He was surrounded by his office buddies and Bucky was honestly about to turn on his heel and go back home when Jonas called out to him. With all his mates there Jonas treated Bucky like another one of them and Bucky was already over the metaphorical dick-measuring contest that was happening whenever one of these guys opened their mouth.

Once they got inside Bucky split off from the group, Jonas didn’t even seem to notice. So, he explored the venue. The party stretched across multiple floors. The bottom floor was full of rich and wanna-be rich people schmoozing and socializing, barely anyone of them had stuck to the masquerade theme and Bucky kept debating whether he should take off his own mask.

He was much more comfortable on the upper floor. There were less people here and most of them kept to themselves. He felt less out of place when he noticed that most of the people here stuck to the masquerade theme, there were only a few people who’s face wasn’t at least partially hidden behind a mask.

Jonas didn’t even shoot him a quick text to ask where he had disappeared to, so Bucky was more than ready to just find whatever food this place offered, eat for free tonight and make the best of the situation. He didn’t know what he’d expected dating someone his age, but Bucky was done settling for anything and he made a resolution to break up whatever was going on between him and Jonas.

When Bucky finally found the buffet that was standard for these types of events, he couldn’t stop himself from loading up two plates and searching for a quiet, secluded place to eat. At this point it had become a reflex to send Steve a text whenever he sat down to stuff himself.

[Bucky] found the food

He sent a picture with his hand next to the plates to give Steve a sense of how big they were. Some guy’s phone went off as soon as Bucky hit send two tables over and for a moment Bucky wondered if that’s Steve.

He had a commanding presence even sitting down. Bucky could tell he’s a gym buff from his ridiculous shape. His shoulders looked almost double the size of his waist. As well as the large plate of food in front of him. This man needed to fuel his body with all those calories, but Bucky was eating more than him and only planning on getting fatter. Bucky dug in.

His little costume went from fitting perfectly fine to too tight within half a plate of food. The corset was throwing a wrench into Bucky’s plan of stuffing himself. He already felt full before he had even really gotten started. The blond guy from two tables over caught Bucky’s eye again. He was frowning at his phone and looking back up at Bucky.

[Steve] What are you doing here?

[Bucky] what do you mean?

Another phone chime from two tables down. Bucky re-read the text two times before he looked back at the blond guy. No way that’s Steve. That would be too much of a coincidence, right? Bucky sent another message and the guy’s phone went off again. For a moment Bucky contemplates just getting up and walking away, but then Steve was already out of his chair and walking up to Bucky’s table.

[bittybattybunny]

I hope your not feeling down on your writing skills because I haven't caught up and commented on your latest releases. It's not you it's that I pick too many fanfics to follow and they all update a lot and I've been so busy and I've fallen behind on so many fics from various authors and sometimes my depression just makes me want to lie in bed all day doing nothing and it doesn't help I have to spend my limited spoons helping family everyday. I know these aren't good excuses, but I do sympathize with the lack of energy feeling at least. But your work really does bring a lot of joy to my life. It's so fun keeping up with your various AUs, and your latest one that features Kaya as Spider King has me really hyped because I want to learn more about Kaya, she's so fun! And Ruclipse is such a good comfort ship that just hits all the things I like seeing in a ship. You're so amazing and creative and it's awful that anyone would try to make you feel otherwise! Like your newest OC, Justin Tyme seems like such a lovable dumbass bastard. I love his wild, curly hair and his dapper outfit. I can't wait to see what dumb shit he gets himself into! I know this is really long and rambly, but I hope you know you have fans who genuinely love your work. I don't know if you're still thinking about that one comment you mentioned that got you really down, but honestly, fuck that guy. I don't know what they said but it must have been pure BS to have you doubting your hard earned art skills. I wish I could do more to prove you're awesome and that your fans really admire you, I just hope you don't stop sharing what you love because some rando was nasty for no good reason. Because we love what you do!

It's not like anyone one person nonny so please don't blame yourself. This has been an ongoing thing for a few months actually...

it's just a general thing over all lately like. I mentioned this in dm's with a friend but overall past few months I've had lower engagement overall with my works and it really does a number on my confidence. More so because like your latter point.

yes, I am still very much thinking about that one negative comment. Because that person also has the need to comment on other things and I even had a thing asking why I took a few weeks to update (when reality I posted to another ongoing fic and my TLC chapters are long chapters) and just the fact they could tear into a character (yes it was a comment on a character specifically and not even a main character it's a side character who has an important role for Snatcher's growth as a person down the line) then go saying "why didn't you update" when I posted a double update that week---

Like it lives in my head rent free and I want to literally cry because like the character is a focal in an upcoming chapter and I can't deal with another "why are they back" type thing. because "everyone finds them annoying"

And I'll be honest. it was Kaya. Like I've been trying to have fun with my BCU stuff with her as Spiderking because it's engaging for me and me and @/doodleimprovement even came up with a b-plot involving Kaya and Hattie trying to hook Nell and Marcus together and it's one of the best things as well as Kaya and Nell having a really good relationship.

but because of that one comment it makes me hesitant to do anything with Kaya despite she's one of my oldest ocs, my most thought out ocs and I adore her beyond anything. Like yes she's over powered and such and in TLC rn she comes off as a know it all, but upcoming chapters will show she's just a spacey kid who's trying to fit into a role others decided for her and isn't really as all mighty as she seems. Snatcher even ends up thinking of her as a little sister more than anything. Like fuck I'm even hesitant to share anything on her actual story despite how much work is in it. Like she's my favorite Oc (that's why shes my discord icon, and I'm pretty sure she's my twitter icon as well)

And like the points in the comment just. IDK they didn't fit to her, if anything the points are more suited to be shot at Eclipse.

Which is another thing I just get iffy on. I love RuClipse and everything with it. I love writing and drawing the dorks. But I'm now so afraid if Kaya could be attacked for only showing in a handful of chapters that don't even touch on who she is, when is someone going to finally tell me off on my wolf? who's going to tear into a character I pour a lot of personal shit into to try and comfort myself?

I use Ruclipse to deal with my own romantic heart, they are what I wish I could have so I love to write them, I hurt them but i like to make them happy in the end. Someone who can deal with your highs and lows. No ones perfect but you can still figure it out and love even the negative parts (I am a heavy romantic OTL)

he is in fact a lovable bastard. i have fun plans and he gives me an excuse for why Cel is so tired and having to be the brain cell and how she even wound up working with the time kids when she's so much older than they are. Currently I'm trying to think of how to use him and honestly I think he's gonna wind up hella comic relief fun guy who's just making a mess and do his own side story while Hat and Bow are busy in subcon----

thank you, I don't mind the rambly it kinda gave me a chance to get this off my chest... like I've typed this kinda response up time and time again and I always delete. I feel like I'm whining because I get upset but it's just, I spend so much time making things, I use all my spoons on either working or creating, I just want to know if it means anything but then negativity lives in my head because what's a functioning meat cube??? I try to stay positive but it's hard. Like another thing is Moon Guardian; the reason I haven't updated? because I have had someone bothering me about it. weekly I get asked about how I'm doing on it but it's not from a place of "want to read it" it's because I told them they couldn't post a certain thing until the chapter is done so it feels pressuring to constantly get asked because I feel the only reason they want to post is to boost their thing and I'm just the machine to boost it with my characters and comic.... like it feels they've taken the comic from me and it sucks because I have so many fun things planned. Like I accidentally went off on Nina about a thing with Alpine skyline and Eclipse as well as a thing with a Time Rift and a Jelly ghost.

Sorry kinda went off, just I've sat on this thought train since like early april. I've done my best to ignore it and just keep going but it's gotten really hard with the fact my health hasn't been really great. I've spent a lot of time lately bed bound because I just hurt so badly. if I'm not resting, I'm at my day job which is incredibly stressful rn as I only really work mornings and I see things that are being missed so then i report it and it still gets missed and i can't get it fixed after a point cuz we're back to full service and need the people so I can't nitpick but just.... I'm bitter okay like if I left this shit when I worked I would have gotten yelled at but now we just let it slide??? and this stresses me out which then causes my body to freak out because I'm stressed which puts me in more pain. and then like at work have people acting shocked I have my cane or soemthing and just skfdslkfksdf

so my energy is so tanked. and then the negative comment in my head, no idea if people like things cuz I have no idea if I hear nothing, just has had me doubting why post. Like I should go back to just not posting my stories and sketches or w/e and slink back to my hole like I was before.

idk Its just. a bad night in the house of bun. I've had these thoughts festering and I guess today was the dam breaking. It's probs cuz I'm nervous posting Chimeras because it's a very dark au.

[escapingtheconstrictingboxes]

Can i request an Elorcan “I cant believe you came here with me”? Thank you 🙏

Anytime, nonnie. 

I honestly haven’t been writing any short fanfictions because I’m working on two longish projects for Tumblr and then I’m also working on two other original short stories so writing anything else hasn’t really entered my mind. 

But thank you so much for sending me this prompt! It gave me an opportunity to get a short break from all my projects and focus on something else. 

I didn’t quite follow the prompt word for word, but I hope I meet your expectations. 

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Elide gave Manon, Asterin and Sorrel Blackbeak a polite thank you for giving her a chance at the job and left the office with a shuddering sigh. She stepped outside and looked at the bustling workers, shoving away thoughts of doubt as she straightened her pencil skirt and tugged at her plain white blouse. She stepped into the elevator, staring at her own reflection, sighing once more.

She had come here because the company was looking for a secretary for the CEOs of the Blackbeak company and she had applied. After a couple of interviews with people from Resources, the Blackbeak clan leaders had asked for an interview themselves. She had screamed with delight showing the email excitedly to Aelin and had received a proud grin in return.

The elevator dinged as it stopped at the bottom floor and she stepped outside, feeling her heartbeat pound as she looked around for Lorcan. He had offered to be her ride to the building and had offered to drive her back too. They’d been friends for almost a year now, meeting through Aelin and Rowan at a Christmas party. Aelin had tried to set her up with Lorcan but Elide had settled for friendship with him. But she’d be lying if she didn’t want him to be something much more. She’d even caught him staring at her multiple times and now it was just a matter of someone making the first move.

“ Elide!” Lorcan’s voice yelled. She turned around to see him in a black car that hadn’t been there when she had first come outside.

She walked over to his open window and said, “ Where did you go?”

“ Some asshole said I couldn’t wait outside of the building so I’ve been circling around the block,” he said casually.

Elide then walked around the car and slipped into the passenger seat. “ That’s terrible. How long have you been circling?”

“ Only around half an hour. Don’t worry about it,” he said casually as they rejoined the streets. “ So, how was the interview?”

“ It wasn’t too bad. The Blackbeak sisters are a little…cold,” she said hesitantly.

“ Bitchy?” he asked with a chuckle.

“…Yeah,” she admitted with a small smile. “ But they weren’t horrible. They were still nice and polite. I liked Asterin.”

“ You met Asterin?” he asked, looking over at her with wide eyes for a second before returning to the road.

“ Yeah, I met Asterin, Manon and Sorrel. Manon was the one to send me the email in the first place,” she said, looking over at him with a small frown. “ Why?”

“ Those are the top three women of the company, El!” he said with a small grin. “ You’re definitely going to get that job.”

“ You really think so?” she asked, a faint red blooming on her skin.

“ I can’t see why not,” he answered, smiling at her.

A few minutes passed in which she managed to get her heart under control as she said, “ You know, I can’t believe you came with me today.”

Lorcan frowned slightly and Elide’s heart plummeted. “ Why wouldn’t I?”

“ I don’t know,” she said quietly. “ You just seem so busy and all.”

“ Busy?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “ Busy with what?”

“ Well, I’m going to assume Maeve since she seems to be in every other sentence of yours, ” she muttered bitterly, glaring out the window. And it was true. Maeve was a childhood friend and had showed up at Lorcan’s tattoo shop with a large grin three weeks ago. Every time Elide had tried to meet up with Lorcan, he’d blown her off because he was so preoccupied with Maeve.

“ You do realise that Maeve and I haven’t seen each other for over a decade, right?” he asked, looking over at her with a slight glare.

“ That doesn’t mean that you can’t spend any time with me, does it?” she said, her voice growing louder.

“ She was my best friend, Elide!” he returned. “ How is it unfair of me to spend some time with someone I haven’t seen in fifteen fucking years?”

“ So the minute she shows up, you’re going to drop all your friends for her?” she asked, tears in her eyes.

“ I’m not dropping all my friends,” he answered, nearly growling at her. “ I’ve invited you over to have dinner with us three times but you always make up some ridiculous excuse.”

“ I don’t like her,” Elide replied. Maeve always looked and talked as if she was better than everyone around her. “ She’s not a good person, Lor.”

“ And what do you expect me to do? Just abandon her?”

“ You know that’s not what I’m asking you to do,” she said in a calmer voice. “ I just want to spend time with you like we always do.”

“ I came today, didn’t I?” he asked, voice softer.

“ Yeah, but that was only because I needed a ride. I want to hang out with you again.” Her voice had grown quieter as the anger left her.

Lorcan gave out a large sigh and once they stopped at a red signal, he looked over at her and said, “ I’m sorry, Elide. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

She gave him a little smile and said, “ I’ll forgive you once she leaves and you make it up to me.”

“ Well, she leaves in five days. And how about five dinners for the amount of times I cancelled on you?” he offered.

Elide nodded and smiled. “ It’s a date.”

There was a pause where she realised her exact words and she opened her mouth to apologise but nothing came out. Her face turned red and she looked pointedly ahead instead of Lorcan, afraid of his reaction.

“ I’d like to think that it’s several dates,” Lorcan said in quieter voice, amusement clear in his tone. Elide’s eyes widened and she looked over at him to find him already giving her a small shy smile. “ What do you say?”

I…yes,“ she said with a large smile while her blush stayed prominent. ” But what about Maeve?“ she then asked with a small frown.

” What about her?“ he asked as they turned into the street of her apartment building.

” You spent so much time with her I thought…“ she trailed off and looked away, wishing for the ground to swallow her whole.

” Were you jealous?“ Lorcan asked, the smile only growing on his face.

” No,“ she said indignantly.

” Well if you had been,“ he started, ” I would have told you that you mean a lot to me. More than Maeve.“ The car stopped as he pulled into an empty spot outside her building. The humming of the vehicle stopped as he looked over at her and Elide tried to formulate a response but no words were coming out. ” Elide?“ he asked with a smile.

She looked at him as she undid her seatbelt and reached over to him, holding his face in her hands. She pulled him in for a kiss and she could feel him smile against her lips as one of his hands found their way into her hair and the other rested at her waist. They pulled back and grinned at each other as their eyes met. ” You mean a lot to me too,“ she replied, biting one side of her lower lip. Lorcan only responded by pulling her into another kiss.

When Elide finally managed to get out of the car, she stood outside his window and said, ” I’ll see you later?“

Lorcan grinned at her. ” Definitely.“

[octannibal-blake]

7. routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing (bellarke??)

Thanks for the prompt, nonny! I tweaked it a little bit and is it a drabble? Of course not because i can’t just STOP writing. this all came out in one hour long sitting. i hope you like it.

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i.

Clarke prides herself on being one hell of a friend. She’s done her fair share of good deeds over the years and has rightfully earned the nickname ‘mom’ (though Jasper is the only one who calls her that to her face). She’s constantly the one answering three am phone calls to pick up whoever it is that decides to drink a little too much or the one to call after a particularly nasty heartbreak. In fact, she’s even left a shift at the hospital early when Raven had gotten letter from fucking NASA and was scared to open it alone (she was accepted, of course).When it comes to them, the ones she loves, she’ll do anything.

It is this well-known fact that leads her to this moment, exactly how she ends up coming to a screeching halt in the parking lot of her best friend’s apartment complex and running inside with her med kit. The door is unlocked so she pushes her way in frantically and  finds Bellamy sprawled out on the couch holding a bloody towel to his arm. She rushes over to him and he gives her a weak smile.

“Jesus, Bellamy,” she breathes as she pulls the injured arm towards her, “I thought you said it was a small cut?”

He winces as she peels the towel away, “It’s not that bad.”

By his definition, it isn’t. It’s not like he lost an entire limb, that is. It’s about three inches long and deep. Definitely needing stitches but also not life or death. Either way, seeing him bleeding out on his couch makes her heart rate increase a little more than normal.

“You need stitches,” she decides and begins digging into her kit for the proper tools.

“That’s why I called you,” he replies with a smirk and she fights the urge not to poke him with her needle. Leave it to him to cut himself open and act like it isn’t a big deal.

“They have emergency rooms for a reason,” she threads the needle carefully, and clips  off the excess thread at the end.

“Yeah, but I have my own personal emergency nurse.”

She rolls her eyes and pulls on her rubber gloves, “And if I wouldn’t have answered?”

He winces again when she removes the towel completely and replaces it with gauze, putting more pressure than he believes necessary to make a point.

“I guess I would just bleed out on my couch and you’d have to feel guilty for ignoring me,” he smiles at her innocently enough, but this time she does apply a little extra pressure to his wound.

“Ow!” he jumps and she gives him a pointed look, “I’m sorry, okay. I just…I have a student-teacher conference in an hour and it’s important.”

She’ll take it as an excuse. He takes his teaching job so seriously, which is admirable, but sometimes he definitely over does himself. She spreads the numbing gel over the cut, hoping to be as gentle as possible. He remains still for the most part, talking idly about how he managed to cut himself accidentally while trying to cut into a pan of brownies. She has to stop for a moment to laugh, because imagining the well-composed and cocky Bellamy Blake cutting himself on a pan of brownies is too hysterical.

By the end of it, there are seven sutures and a blood covered arm, but the wound is closed and he’s alive.

“You’re the best!” he exclaims happily after examining her work. To her surprise he plants a quick kiss on her cheek and moves to get ready for his conference. She freezes for a moment, touching her cheek where there seems to be a lingering sensation.

“I owe you!” he calls and she can’t help but think he already paid.

ii.

She and Bellamy have had a friendship based on exchanged favors and assistance. They met in college while she worked at the writing center and he needed help writing a paper. He got an A on said paper (she’s a genius, but so is he, she learned) and felt he owed her one. Thus began their friendship. He’s become one of her best friends, especially since most of her of her other friends had dispersed around the country. By the time college ended, she and Bellamy were the only ones remaining in Chicago. Needless to say, they may have dependency issues.

But, he counts on her just as she does him. A month after stitching him up, she gets to cash in on her favor.

“You okay, Princess?” he asks as soon as he answers the phone. It’s become an unspoken rule that they only call for emergencies. Texting is their normal vehicle for communication.

“My car broke down,” she groans into the phone, feeling her pent up frustration coming to a head, “Normally, I’d take the train but it’s one in the morning and I’m fucking tired.”

She worked a double today and after spending half of it in the ER, she’s totally spent. This is just the cherry on top of an already shitty day.

“Give me fifteen minutes,” he grumbles into the phone and like magic, he’s there exactly when he says he’s going to be.

“Do you want me to take a look at it?” he asks when he pulls up and she shakes her head vehemently.

“Honestly, I don’t even care. I’m tired and it can wait until tomorrow.”

He laughs when she dramatically flops into the passenger seat, “You wanna just crash at my place? It’s closer at least. And we both know I’m going to be the one looking at it tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbles. Her exhaustion catches up to her as soon as he puts the car in gear she finds herself half asleep as he carries her into his apartment (he was blessed with a first floor unit). Normally, she would insist on walking because her pride is far too fragile to be carried, but at this point it doesn’t matter.

He places her on top of his covers and she sinks into the mattress with a languid sigh.

“I owe you,” she tells him softly. His lips graze her cheek and she falls asleep with a smile on her face that night.

iii

It becomes weirdly routine like before she knows it. They do things for each other, make dinner, fix cars, arrange DVDs. Their random favors become everyday favors and each time one of them mentions owing one to the other, on instinct they jut out their cheek and wait for the familiar set of lips to press against it. It’s freakishly domestic.

Clarke isn’t the one that notices it. Bellamy’s sister comes into town for Thanksgiving Break and catches on to it instantly. They were hanging out in the kitchen, finsihing up the feast they had been cooking all day while the boys went to the store (crazy, but Clarke really wanted cranberries). She and Octavia were catching up on each others lives, having not seen each other since her move to North Carolina months ago with her boyfriend, Lincoln.

“You remember Harper, right?” Octavia is informing her on all their former college friends whereabouts, “She’s a Fulbright now. She’s in Germany.”

Clarke nods impressively as carves the turkey. She launches into another story and she can’t help but laugh at her friend. Octavia Blake has always been a gossiper.

“And what about you?” she tosses another bone in the trash can, “All this talk about other people, but what about you, O?”

Before she can answer, Bellamy and Lincoln shuffle into the kitchen with grocery bags. She watches has Bellamy shakes the snow from his unruly curls and gives her a grin.

“Gotta love being up North,” he comments, removing his coat. He walks over to her and hands her the can of cranberries she had so desperately wanted.

“I went ahead and scraped your car for you, too,” he informs her and, in retrospect it does seem like a broken record, leans against the counter next to her.

She says it without thinking, “I owe you one.”

She turns her cheek instinctively and he kisses it gently before beginning to lay out the dishes on his small dining room table. Nothing feels out of place until she glances over to find Octavia staring at her suspiciously.

“What?” she asks naively.

The younger Blake forgoes an answer and just grabs the cranberries from her hand and opens them. She doesn’t think much of it.

Until it happens again not an hour later. They finish their meals, but have lingered at the table to chat after Octavia’s announcement. They’re engaged! She spends an adequate amount of time fawning over the ring and talking wedding plans but at some point, she decides, she has to clear the table.

Bellamy and Lincoln are talking quietly and she finds herself surprised at Bellamy’s relaxed demeanor. After all, his baby sister is getting married. When she had first started dating, he had been a nightmare of a brother. She reaches over his shoulder to grab his plate, hoping not to interrupt the peace talk between the two men. He grabs at the plate and begins to stand.

“I got it,” she fusses and he sits down slowly handing it over.

“Thanks,” he says and this time it’s him who pushes his jaw out a little further. She reacts immediately, pecking him on the cheek and moving to the kitchen.

She manages to plant the dishes in the sink safely before Octavia corners her.

“What the hell, Clarke?” she hisses and pulls on her wrist meaningfully.

“What?”

The dark haired beauty rolls her eyes and pulls on her wrist again, “Don’t play dumb. You and my brother? How long has that been a thing?”

She widens her eyes innocently, “We’re friends, you know that.”

When it comes out of her mouth, she knows she’s lying. She’s spent a long time trying to convince herself that her and Bellamy are just friends. It was easier when they were dating other people. When all their friends still lived in town and they weren’t forced to be alone all the damn time. She can’t pinpoint the moment it changed. Somewhere along the line, for her at least, the feelings became a lot more. She’s tried dating in the past year with no luck, chalking it up to shitty people. However, now that she thinks about it, it’s because she spends every date comparing them to Bellamy. Fuck.

“I’m serious,” she argues again weakly and Octavia finally releases her wrist.

“Keep lying to yourself, Clarke.”

iv.

With all the holidays, avoiding Bellamy isn’t all that hard for her. After her conversation with Octavia, she finished out the day with them before excusing herself to the hospital. She’s never good at confronting her feelings, so removing herself from the situation always came as the best option for her. She throws herself into her work, picking up double shifts and fighting the urge to call him at any slight emergency. His side remains eerily calm as well. They still text daily, but no opportunity for favor arises.  Christmas comes and goes and he asks her when she’s going to exchange gifts with him. His gift has been wrapped for months, a first edition anthology of his favorite Greek deities. She had been so excited to give it to him, but now it all seems daunting.

She’s in love with her best friend. She’s been in love with him for at least the past year, if not more. It didn’t happen intentionally, clearly since she hasn’t known it was happening at all. But now she has to reconcile with it. She could tell him and he could feel the same. Or she could tell him and risk losing his friendship. The thought alone nearly kills her. By the time she decides it’s best to Keep her feelings a secret and hope they dissipate over time, New Years rolls around and everyone is home for the occasion. She can’t exactly avoid this one.

But She can definitely drink to forget about it. Yes, she’s an adult and should be far beyond using alcohol as a crutch, but it is what it is. She’s on her third shot and singing along to the current karaoke tune with Jasper and Monty when Bellamy shows up.

“Couldn’t wait until I got here to start?” he says into her ear and she hates the way the hair on her neck stands up.

“You’re late,” she responds casually, although she feels far from casual. To her dismay, Jasper gets up from his seat to go request another song and Bellamy takes it without hesitation.

Suddenly she isn’t nearly drunk enough.

“Long time, no see, Princess,” he drums his fingers on the bar, something he typically only does when he’s nervous.

Before when can stop herself, she calls him out, “Something got you on edge?”

To her surprise, he doesn’t seemed fazed by it, “You. Being dressed like that.”

Is he flirting with her? Her head snaps around faster than she means it too, and he’s watching the live coverage of NYC with only the slightest of smiles on his face. She tries to play his game and brushes off the compliment.

“Please,” she scoffs, “I always knew you thought I was hot.”

“Think,” he corrects and signals the bartender who finally decided to look his way, “Think you’re hot.”

Her mouth falls open a little. While they’ve always been playful with one another, this is a whole new territory. He’s definitely flirting with her. What is she supposed to do? She spent an entire month overanalyzing everything in fear of losing him for good and he just waltzes in and puts it all on the line. Fuck it, she thinks. She doesn’t have anything to lose at this point.

“We’re just meant to be then, aren’t we?” she hopes her voice sounds steady because she sure as hell isn’t. It seems to get his attention because now his eyes are boring into hers.

She gives him a sweet smile, “Being two incredibly attractive and intelligent people that is.”

Before he can respond, the bartender finally stops to take his order.

“Two Jack and Cokes,” he says and hands over a ten.

“Trying to catch up?”

He grins mischievously, “One is for you.”

She pretends to be appalled, the flirtation getting easier and easier with each moment, “Bellamy Blake, are you trying to get me drunk?”

He doesn’t answer, he just slides her drink over to her and clinks his glass against hers. Out of habit, she leans over and he immediately offers her his cheek. She plants a sloppy kiss onto it before taking a long sip from her cup. No one had to say, ‘I owe you. Not this time.

They spend the rest of the night mingling amongst their friends, enjoying having everyone home for the first time months. It isn’t until the five minute countdown begins that he finds her again. She’s standing to the side, watching as Miller and Monty karaoke their favorite Rent song (Normally, Miller would never admit to enjoying a musical, but dating Monty had made him a huge softy), when he sidles up next to her and places a careful arm around her waist.

“I still owe you your Christmas present,” he says into her ear and offers her a beautifully wrapped package in his other hand.

She shakes her head at him shamefully, “I didn’t bring yours with me.”

He doesn’t seem to mind and hands her the package anyway. Monty and Muller have finished their song and gathered around the television with everyone else, leaving them secluded in the back of the bar. It all seems suddenly intimate.

He nudges her to go ahead and she pulls the paper off carefully revealing a sleek black box. When she pulls it open, she actually gasps. Nestled inside is a beautiful new stethoscope, one she had admired online months ago. She must have mentioned it to him without thinking.

“This was really expensive…” is all she can say, still trying to gather her composure.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.

“Good bonus this year,” he says simply. When she finally looks at him, her heart nearly bursts in her chest. She fucking loves this man and at this point, hiding it would be useless.

He smiles down at her and gives a little tap to his cheek, waiting for her usual kiss of gratitude. She gives it to him, but instead of his cheek she grabs his face in her hands and crushes her lips to his. He responds immediately, gathering her up into his arms and making sure she knows that everything she’s felt, he’s felt to.

When they pull back, the crowd is cheering in the bar, their friends are cheering around them, and the clock reads 12:01am.

Hell of a way to start a New Year.

[kayceecruz]

Sending this to you as you're being reasonable about the whole thing. See, the problem I have is this... disliking someone, that's fine, you can't like everyone. Not liking what someone's said, same. Being upset by what someone's said, exactly the same thing, you feel how you feel, no-one can say otherwise. Criticising that person, fair enough. But what I've seen... the hatred, the horrible, horrible things that have been said about him... he doesn't deserve it, no-one deserves that. 1/4

Yes he said some stuff that offended some people. Did he mean to? I don’t believe he did, and I think he would be horrified if he knew that, because that’s the type of person he is. Kind. He was criticised at the time, and I thought we were over it but no. Now it’s about how he looks, and the same old stuff being dragged up again and again. Hating on him… he’s a human being. He makes mistakes, same as anyone else. He has feelings too, and no-one, no-one deserves that treatment, no-one does.2/4

Then the thing that really sickened me, really upset me? People saying it was ‘fun’. Fun to hate on someone who’s famous. It’s not fun. It’s not nice, it’s bullying, plain and simple. I’ve been bullied, been talked about behind my back and it still sickens me to this day. It doesn’t just stay in one place either, it spreads out to other blogs then more join in and then it’s a group and that’s even worse. This fandom used to be such a lovely place to be, now… now I don’t even know anymore. ¾

I’m not saying people have to like Danny, if they hate him then they hate him, that’s up to them, but do they have to talk about him in a hateful, nasty way in a public space where anyone (including Danny) could find it? I’m pretty sure the people involved wouldn’t like it if it was being done to them, would they? So why do it? It doesn’t make them look good as individuals and gives the fandom a bad look as a whole. 4/4 

First off, let me just thank you for this well-thought post. It brings up so many real and valid points. I’m not one to hate on people. It’s not in my nature and I find it exhausting to waste so much energy on something like that. Do I have a right to disagree with what someone says? Absolutely. If someone offends me, do I have a right to be upset? Yes. Do I have the right to say it in my personal blog? Sure. Is it right to insult people and say terrible things because I am angry? I guess that depends on the person and how they view things.

SHOULD Danny be hated on for what he says and how he reacts to things? I don’t think so but others feel differently. Should it be turned into something personal where he is insulted and belittled? No. Not at all. For all the reasons you pointed out. 

I don’t think it’s right. I don’t agree with it at all. I am not one for name calling or insults. I think it’s a past time for some. It is how they cope and react. That’s not an excuse. It just is who they are. They thrive on negativity. It’s their jam to be honest. (And to their credit, they don’t hide that about themselves, nonnie,)

I’m not going to police what people do or tell them how they should act because at the end of the day, it’s their behavior and their responsibility to do that. They are fucking adults and they are owners of what they say and do

And in truth, nothing I say is going to change what they think or say. I’m not going to be able to change how they feel, what they think, how they process it, how they communicate or how it will be seen. 

There’s this weird sense of anonymity in social media where people feel because you are behind these screens, that’s it’s okay to say whatever you want, no matter what or how terrible. They feel the freedom to that and it is within their right to do it. It may not be kind. It may be awful. But it is their space to say it. They don’t care if people like Danny can see it. They really don’t. 

I agree with everything you are saying. It isn’t okay. But people don’t see it the same way for various reasons. 

The only point of contention I have with what you’re saying is about how big this is. It’s really not. It’s a small group of people who feel the same, and to their credit they mostly keep it among themselves. As a whole, this fandom isn’t like that. AT ALL. Most of us love/like both Danny and Ryan. We are lovely to and with each other for the most part. I don’t agree with everyone but I’m not out to tell you why I think you are wrong or how you should act. That’s not MY jam.

Here’s the way I get through it and the reason I pointed it out today. By going after people for how they behave, you’re making it worse. You are giving their negativity purpose. You’re feeding into it. It’s not your place. They get to behave as they want without you telling them they are wrong. (It will not make a bit of difference to them, nonnie, it really won’t.) What you can do is deal with your own reaction. Honestly, it is simple to walk away. Block, blacklist, scroll past, skip over the negativity. It’s going to fester and continue with or without you. The more people point it out, the bigger deal it becomes. It’s why I essentially said today we just need to stay in our lanes. Counter act it with positivity. Ignore it. 

I do. 

I know it’s hard because Danny does not deserve it, nonnie, and it’s frustrating to see but it’s literally out of your hands. *hugs*

You just keep spreading the love and light.