#i figured i'd write about something happy for once when it comes to these two

[mysillycomics]

Hi everyone! This is Claire. I am writing to let you all know that we did it. We saved Bailey and Tiger Fluff, and we all live together in an apartment in Illinois, my home state. We really, really did it!!!

You can read our thanks, thoughts, and more under the read more :0)

(note: Oliver also goes by Bailey! She has two names.)

There are many important people on this journey that we would like to specifically thank.

First, all of our friends (especially Peregrine, Sophie, and Jackson) who were there on the day Bailey was evicted, who listened to me and helped me figure out what to do when I felt more lost than I’ve ever been. Without them we wouldn’t have been able to act so quickly and efficiently. Because of them, we were able to formulate a plan.

Speaking of Jackson, he and his partner Cherri need to be thanked once again. Jackson drove all the way from his home, Bailey’s motel, and back to get both her and Tiger to a place to stay while we figured out what to do next. They provided a warm, quiet, and safe place for both of them in a time when something like that was so far away. For the first time in a long time, I knew that Bailey was truly somewhere safe. For that, we will be forever grateful.

While we do not have their names, we would like to thank the staff of the airport and airline who helped make this journey objectively possible. They also made Tiger into a little celebrity on the flight, and everyone, including the pilot, went to greet her and congratulate her for being so brave. She really is the bravest little kitty we know.

Next are my very close friends Elle and Callan, who invited Bailey and Tiger to stay at their house not far from mine while we secured a place of our own. They, like Jackson and Cherri, gave both of them the space to simply be. I was able to visit a couple of times, and being with my favorite people made an extremely difficult time so much better. It made me think “this feeling is what we are fighting for”.

Finally, we’d like to thank you.

To all of you who read and shared our story, you helped us to feel seen and heard and not alone. Reading words of support in the comments, quote retweets, and tumblr tags truly made me feel like we could do this with everyone cheering us on.

To everyone who donated, your generosity this financially possible. As of writing, we received $19,381 from the GoFundMe. We are now able to use the rest of funds that have been tucked away in savings for rent, food, and bills. I cannot overstate how grateful we both are. What you did for us will never leave our hearts.

…

While Bailey and Fluffy were at Elle and Callan’s, we found an apartment. It was small, but perfect. We toured. We applied. And we got it.

And on December 9th, 2023, we moved in and started living together! Our goal, our dream, our driving force for so long was achieved. After three years of long distance, we finally made it.

Our home is small, and has some quirks as all homes do, but it’s ours. The love of my life, the best little cat in the word, and I are all together. We are safe, warm, happy, and loved. The future we fought so hard for us now the present. Forgive me for being long-winded. I just have so much to say about all of this! Sometimes I still can’t believe that we actually did it. But we did, we really did!!!

I’m going to keep the GoFundMe up for a little bit, but once things settle more I will close donations.

Thank you!!!!!!!!! 🧸💕

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Hey everyone Bailey here, I cannot overstate just how grateful I am to every single one of you and how thankful I am that this journey has been able to come into fruition. It was very scary being in that motel not having a plan or knowing what I was gonna do next while everything was crumbling around me. If it wasn't for Claire and our incredibly kind and caring friends I don't know what I'd do. They helped me press on and get through this with Fluff and we finally did.

Finally we're in a place that brings nothing but peace and comfort, my anxiety has dropped and I'm doing things I've never thought possible and building up strengths I never knew I had, I feel whole in a way that I've never felt before and I'm just, happy.

I am so grateful to have Claire, for years she's been so supportive and comforting and has brought this dream we've had into reality and every day I am so thankful to have her, she is the love of my life and my best friend. The life that her, myself and Fluff now share will forever be together and we can finally begin living. 💚💜

Thank you everyone, thank you to our friends who let Fluff and I into their lives to be able to be safe while we get our bearings, thank you to everyone who said such kind and wonderfully compassionate words, cheering us on as we go, every day I was looking at the community post I made on YT and it was just filled with people being so supportive, and thank you everyone who donated and got us into where we are. We could not have done it without all of you. 🐟 ❤️ 🐟 ❤️

[sapphireis]

Dark/Yan Aemond HCs

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Bad English, Toxic Relationship, Implied AFAB Reader (talk about pregnancy and stuff in a part, but for the rest pretty GN), Jealousy, Manipulation, Breeding Kink a bit, OOC?, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! ➳ Characters: Aemond Targaryen

⤠ I'd do anything for you, Mrs. Highness (Aemond) ⤟ Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ None ⤟

hello hotd fandom... pls be nice to me since this is my first time posting smth about this fandom hndhhd and I'm also very insecure about my writing rn, anyway... i wrote this mostly for myself so I'm sorry LMAO

He's so possessive and protective of you. To the point where you can't go anywhere without guards who are loyal to him, due to his paranoia. Aemond would prefer to be your guard all the time, but alas he is unfortunately a very busy man so he has to trust the guards

When you are forced to do parties or appear in public Aemond is always around you or watching you, his eye never really leaves your figure. He always has his hands over you either on your lower back, guiding you where he wants, or on your waist. To remind you who you belong to.

Heleana and Alicent are the only one who he lets be around you when he is gone to keep you company, his brother Aegon? AH. No. Maybe Daeron, but Aegon absolutely not. Why would you want to spend time with a drunken fool?

In truth he is insanely jealous about everything and everyone, including his own family. He trusts his sister and mother to not pry too much into your relationship, and in fact his mother is more of an enabler for him. She is just so glad her son finally found someone he loves and cares about, so that he isn't alone anymore. How could she deny him such happiness?

Will try to get the two of you married instant. As soon as he saw you Aemond knew he had to marry you, it doesn't matter if you are highborn or not to him. Much to his mother and grandsire's displeasure of course

Once you are married of course he's gonna make you pregnant if possible. You wouldn't try to get away from him with a child on its way no? When he has endless ways of helping you with a babe, both during the pregnancy, the birth, and the years to come. Why have it the hard way when you can live a life of luxury?

Talking about a life of luxury, Aemond will give you anything you might need and more to keep you compliant. However, some things are not negotiable like for example what you wear: its either green or sapphire blue, no other clothes are tolerated for him. If you want to be more transgressive you can wear something outside of that, though the consequences...

He's so manipulative and wouldn't care to bring the situation in his favour, and would absolutely use your own emotion against you. "If you are hurt imagine how I feel" and stuff like that is often said when you two are fighting often over nothing, if not directly about Aemond's way of treating you.

You think it's unfair, Aemond thinks you don't understand how he feels. There is a war coming and he won't always be there protecting you since he will be on the battlefield. Its only fair that he fears for your safety, no? What kind of husband would he be otherwise?

This work belongs to @/sapphireis, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

[banj0possum]

could you ever try writing a poly between 3 vampires and male reader? like, reader is a painter and the vampires ask him to paint them something while in their house, and is just.. evolves. sorry if it doesn't make sense

Love Bites

Poly!Vampires x Male!Painter!Reader

CW: implied kidnapping, murder, implied vampirism

holy shit this is like one of the chillest fics ive made so far :0 anyways enjoy the funny vampire men !!

🌙 You always had a knack for finding beauty in everything, from the calming dance of raindrops amongst the smell of petrichor or the lovely reds and oranges of the fall when the leaves withered.

🌙 It was very handy considering what you did for fun.

🌙 You loved to paint, anything and everything you saw was inspiration for you. After a long day of delivering bread and pastries to the people in your village from your bakery, you would run up to your room and continue on the latest masterpiece you were working on.

🌙 Everyone in the village loved your work, many of them paying you for a painting of their own.

🌙 Life was simple and calm, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

🌙 But life decided fuck that bullshit.

🌙 Rumors and whispers filled the streets of the town, it wasn't like the usual talk like someone's daughter getting married or the like, it was much more...unusual.

🌙 News spread from neighboring towns of coffins being found unearthed and opened, shadowy figures roaming around in the late hours of the night, and bodies being found in the morning, drained from their blood.

🌙 It was a terrifying thought, but you didn't dwell upon it, you weren't the type to believe such rumors so easily, and yet a feeling of uneasiness lingered within your soul.

🌙 Your town was no longer the vibrant, happy place it once was before. Windows that once had lovely flowers and laundry lines hung on them were shut day and night, the busy streets you once traversed were covered in a gloomy fog. It really was like an evil has brought itself to your home.

🌙 Or should I say evils?

🌙 In the midst of all the tension, 3 men came to your town. Eccentric was an understatement when describing them, it was like the horrors and whispers of death and murder didn't faze them a bit.

🌙 Even so, you were happy to see something other than terrified faces and panicked expressions.

🌙 You greeted them politely during a cloudy day and noticed how covered they were. One had a large hat on, the other draped in a black cloak and the last holding a parasol that shrouded him in darkness.

🌙 "Good afternoon to you too, me and my friends here are just visiting this quaint little village, how uhm...calm..it is here..hah.."

🌙 The cloaked one chuckled whilst looking to the empty streets.

🌙 "My, my! Aren't you that famous painter I've been hearing about! I'd love to get a painting done from you, but it seems everyone here is quite busy with other things.." says the one in the hat.

🌙 "Oh no! I'd love to paint for you! Come, let's talk more in my bakery. Painting is more of a secondary job for me." You guide the men to your home as you hear the cawing of crows overhead.

🌙 Days pass and you grow closer to the men. You learned that their names were Viktor, Garrick and Silas.

🌙 Viktor had long, silky hair the color of raven's feathers. His eyes shone like two rubies in the dim light of the lanterns you lit around the house. He wore a black cape which hid a wine-red vest.

🌙 He was a gentleman and had a love for poetry. He would recite his favorites to you as you painted next to him. One interesting thing you learned was that he's scared of mice. 'Dreadful things' he calls them, you found it quite adorable once when you two were talking and he suddenly squealed and pulled his feet up at the sight of a small mouse crawling passed your floors. His face, although still as pale as the moon, turned into a light red.

🌙 Garrick had messy, dark hair. His fingers were always adorned with golden rings, and he wore a somewhat stained white, ruffled shirt, you can't tell what it's stained with though. His eyes were a deep purple, one of them covered by his locks. He was unusually flirtatious with you. You joked how he should be courting women, not a baker's son such as yourself, but he whined and cooed how irresistible you were to him, why wouldn't he be interested in a boy like you!

🌙 Silas is a bit darker skinned than the others, who were unusually pale. he had round black glasses and silver hair under a dark hat. Over his shoulders draped a coat, you weren't able to decipher what he kept under it, only that they were vials of strange substances. His eyes were the color of amber, like the hues of leaves that fell in the autumn. Rather shy, he was, always looking away from your eyes whenever he talked with you. He had an interest in flowers, always handing you one whenever he visited for inspiration purposes of course...

🌙 You wouldn't notice it at first, but they've gotten quite a liking to you, protective even. They would always check up on you, if you've been eating, who you've talked to today, things like that.

🌙 It was only until they scared off a young lady for making small talk with you that you started to notice something was off about them.

🌙 When you heard the next day her body was found dead with bite marks on her neck and drained of her blood, you started to worry.

🌙 You started avoided them after that, making excuses to not invite them over to your bakery, walking the other way the moment you see them down the street. They noticed your strange behavior towards them and knew something was wrong with you.

🌙 They didn't buy your silly act at all...

🌙 "You just had to leave the body there, didn't you?!"

🌙 "What? It's fun seeing them all scared and panicky!"

🌙 "Hahah yes but uhm...there's no food out anymore..."

🌙 You heard their voices by your door during the late hours of the night. The feeling that your new friends were not what they seem festered in your mind, but your kind nature overrode your fear and you opened your door.

🌙 "Hey! It's dangerous out there! Do you want to be gutted or something?"

🌙 The 3 of them were walking along the moonlit streets when they heard your voice.

🌙 "A-Ah! Yes! Uhm...of course, excuse us, we just came back from uh..."

🌙 "A pub-"

🌙 "A pub! Yes! And we've somehow lost our way! Could you, by chance, let us stay the night? Our inn is particularly far you see.."

🌙 You unlocked your door and let the 3 gentlemen in, going to the kitchen to warm up some bread and tea for them.

🌙 "Make yourselves at home! Apologies for the mess, I been really busy lately..." you say sweetly. Viktor nods with a smile and they all sit down, whispering softly amongst one another.

🌙 As you wait for the tea to warm, you get a good look at the 3 men.

🌙 Pale skin, pointed ears, not to mention their eyes, they have to be. You had to stop yourself from gasping when Garrick laughed, revealing his sharp fangs. Fear bubbled in your stomach once more until you heard the whistle of your kettle.

🌙 After giving them their tea, you feigned a yawn and told them you were off to bed, giving directions to the spare quarters before going in your room and waiting by your door for any sounds, grabbing a broken paintbrush you accidentally snapped, a makeshift wooden stake..

🌙 You then hear the men climbing the stairs, a conversation being exchanged between them.

🌙 "Shame we must drink from him now, he was such a darling though.."

🌙 "Oh, but I believe I'm quite well off with those wonderful treats he offered us. It's a mystery how someone as wonderful as him isn' married yet..."

🌙 "Unfortunate as it is, I don't think it would be in our best interest if the boy lives.."

🌙 Your heart pounded faster as you heard them talk about you. Your hunch was true, these men are the demons that have ravaged your town. You scrambled to your bed as you hear them walk to your room.

🌙 Your door creaks open as you grip your blanket tight. Footsteps approach you as you feel a dip in the bed.

🌙 "I can hear your cute little heartbeat darling~ I know you're awake~" You hear Viktor purr, tears start to well up in your eyes as they open.

🌙 A hand caresses your cheek and brushes your hair away from your face. You brace yourself as you feel Viktor's cold breath near your neck. You dare not move lest the beast lying next to you devour you whole.

🌙 "Do we have to Viktor?" You hear Silas say in a sorrowful tone.

🌙 "I'm with Silas with this one, why can't we just..I don't know, bring him with us?"

🌙 Viktor pulls back as he pauses for a moment. You could hear the smirk on his face when he chuckles. "Actually, that's not a bad idea Garrick.."

🌙 The next morning, the townspeople saw that your front door was wide open, a window or two was broken and paintings that hung on every wall was gone. There was no sign of you. The only thing that remained was a stain of blood on your bed and claw marks on the walls of your bedroom...

oOOoOooooOo cliffhanger or whatever :00000 part 2 soon !! sorry this one took so long, i had a hard time with the story and such..

And as usual, gay men doodles <3

[wufflesvetinari]

ok fine, wyllstarion rec list

the demons bade me write this. i have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings and a fabulous bookmarks list. come with me....and you'll be.......in a world of pure wyllstarion nation

note that this is like. an intermediate/advanced, 201-level list. i am trusting you, and assume you've already read asidian's body of work. you've read nothing is safe. you're reading Nothing Like the Sun &etc. Really anything that appears on the first two pages when sorting by bookmarks/kudos is disqualified due to pre-recognized excellence. (you could, however, go read them again)

are you back? good. now read:

"We Happy Few" - @geometea. listen to me. listen. i am looking deeply into your eyes. read this fucking fic. it's hard to shill without spoiling anything, BUT: wyll is a still-pacted grand duke. he used to have a bunch of unresolved romantic tension with astarion and now hasn't spoken to him for 15 years. now take that premise and add body horror, beautiful ominous surreal images, and SURPRISE BIG EMOTIONS. just trust me on this one, guys

"Crossed Blades" - @rebelontherocks. this is a...i think i have to call this a cozy sex romp. wyll and astarion are married, wyll is a busy duke, astarion needs more enrichment, astarion invents a very silly sex game by roleplaying teenage-wyll's smut books. wyll is So Deeply Into It. i love this fic for its characterization, its banter, and its commitment to paralleling character psychology to what sounds like an absolutely wild in-universe smut series (that is sketched with an impressive amount of detail and care tbh??).

"Comfort" - @acephalouscreature. short and sweet. wyll is injured and everyone expects astarion to take care of him. luckily, astarion has a dastardly plan to fake feelings for wyll by thinking about his feelings for wyll. you sure fooled them, astarion!! also featuring: astarion trying to figure out how to comfort someone by thinking about horses

"False Compare" - @jellyfishline. i'd recommend checking out their work generally, but i fell in love with this one first. wyll writes a sonnet! astarion is mean about it until he isn't! deeply in-character with an emphasis on how each of them communicates affection. gorgeous prose

"how to escape the torment nexus" - @ushauz. this series is incredibly unique, set in a fucked-up bad end where wyll is a lemure, astarion is still on the run from cazador, and almost everyone else is dead. where this really shines imo is wyll's POV: he's been through literal hell, doesn't remember his life, and is wading through his unconscious attachment to astarion like a foreign language. (side note also read Heart of Stone for a great lae'zel character piece)

"An Acorn in the Moonlight" - @anonyhex. this is one of the first wyllstarion fics i ever read and it has a special place in my heart!! it's particularly cathartic to read for Wyll reasons, including him actually getting to Have Emotions about what Ulder put him through. and they are so sweet with each other!!

"temporal displacement" - @purplecatghostposts. ok this came out like. yesterday but listen, i LOVE outsider pov of an astarion who's learned to show affection somewhat, seen from the eyes of someone who doesn't know his history and has no reason to suspect All Of That. and when that "outsider" is a dying 20-year-old wyll who just saw astarion step out of a time portal. well.

"nothing to make a song about" - @grey-wardens. for when you want something meaty and casefic-adjacent, set in a post-canon where wyll is the blade and not the duke (for once). contains bonding on the road, getting romantically snowed in together, and Symbolic Fetch-Quests.

i am also watching closely: "One of Those Prince-Types" by @lesbianralzarek and "sigh no more" by @tomorrowsrain. both are one chapter in and promise to be meaty, with execution that already feels very very promising

SPECIAL MENTION TO "Like Death (or Birth)" by The_Dancing_Walrus, which has some fraught implied background wyllstarion and is just generally completely baller. astarion kind-of sort-of accidentally adopts yenna, who got fucked up by her time as a potential sacrifice to bhaal. it works! i promise it works

[short-black-diamond]

please can you do bf headcanons for kaiser and sae and rin please (fem reader)

thxx

yeheeheheyyy

German vocab: "Schätzchen" = cute-ification of "treasure"

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"That's my boyfriend!"

Kaiser:

Ayo how I hate that bitch

Please don't request stuff about him in the future

But him as a boyfriend?

I guess he'd be pretty chill, but he'd like to have you on his lap a lot

like, in that one chapter where he examined Isagi, he'd for sure have you on his lap, while trying to figure out what made Isagi so different

and he'd just--- stroke your thigh?

Idk I think he would do something like that

anf then hmmm...I think he's rich

not filthy rich like Reo, but pretty rich

I think he'd also spoil you? like--he'd sometimes buy you jewellery, but other than that, he would buy you other stuff, which is much more useful

like, one time he bought you a new tablet because yours got coffee on it

his coffee

soccer dates don't @ me

he'd try to teach you soccer if you didn't already know how, and if you did, he'd have you running after him as he always took the ball away right under your heel

It was funny, and you were happy to see your boyfriend laughing and giggling when he teicked you over and over again by dribbling the ball around you, before he gave you a small kiss to your cheek and scored a goal

"Jeez, you need to do better if you want the ball, Schätzchen."

You huffed. "I hope this wasn't an insult.."

"I'd never insult you, ____."

You guys would also go through Germany, with him showing you a lot of sights and taking pictures of you, then some selfies and would also buy you a cute souvenir.

he's a gentle lover, who gives you soft kisses and holds your hand softly

I think he'd also bring you to a viennesse ball, just to dance viennesse waltzer with you with an expensive, victorian dress he bought you as you two danced the waltz in old fashioned clothing in an old fashioned building with old fasioned people

bonus points if it was a masquerade ball

(imagine if he told you he'd meet you at the ball and mistake another girl with you, thinking that it was you, and you arriving to him dancing with another girl who had similar features as you...just imagine the heartbreak...the drama...I'd dance with Ness then, just to spite Kaiser...maybe I'll write a fic about that?)

Sae:

If you read my last post, I guessed -correctly- that Sae's an ass guy

Excpect your butt to be warm and squeezed at all times, babe

No but seriously I'm so proud of myself for being right about something I didn't know was already canon

*pats my own shoulder proudly*

He's busy

He has to train

but if you want to come with him, he won't stop you

When he was with the U-20, and he agreed for you to come with him, he hated it the moment you stepped foot in the room where he and his team was in

Imgine the bloodlust he felt when Oliver and Sendo touched you and flirted with you like there was no tomorrow (they didn't know that you were together with sae)

"I'm Sae's girlfriend..?", you then said and Sae hugged you from behind.

"Yes, I am her boyfriend, so take your filthy hands off of her.", he seethed.

Safe to say, the two didn't really listen as they just kept flirting with you, and they got to feel Sae's wrath on the field as he just kicked the ball into their face and crotch area

Other than that, I'd expect him to be very clingy

he looks touch-starved

give this man some love

After practise, he would always take a quick shower before cuddling with you on his bed and just take a small nap, letting you do whatever you want, but don't move your legs

he once turned you around on your stomach with force before he just---let his face fall onto your ass cheeks

you have no idea why he has an obession with your butt but oh well

Rin:

Another touch-starved baby

But he enjoys your company, speak, the first weeks of you dating him were silent, but he always had a small smile on his face

but let me tell you- he blushed madly when you held his pinky with yours

it was actually the first time you touched him

boy couldn't breathe

what have you done ____???

However, as the days went on, Rin initiated the touch more and more, and after a few months came the first kiss, with him kissing you softly, but his lip was trembling

And a rin with a beet red face came to view

I think he'd talk very quietly to you, I don't know why, but I just--do, you know?

Like he only wants you to hear what he has to say to you.

and you love it

also expect him to buy you stuff you don't really need?

I mean, he means it in a good way, but do you actually need an owl plushie in all its natural colors?

"Rin...why?"

"I-I like owls...! ...and, you're my girlfriend...so I wanted to give you something I like.", cue him looking at you sadly, but with innocent eyes.

yeah, you kissed him breathless after that little confession

also like-- I don't think any of the blue lockers have a dominant bone when they have an s/o at first, which means that the boys would also be shy

and I can just imagine Rin taking many tries before he actually asks to hold your hand, or takes nearly an hour more time from his busy schedule to buy you flowers you weren't allergic to, but which you also haven't received yet

he's the type who'd try to bake you cookies, and only have a small error, like either not enough sugar or cocoa, or idk what

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Okay and that's it! I hope I nailed it, tell me if I didn't!

Read you guys in the next post!

[skania]

AquaKane & OnK 148

Ohhhhh boy. I thought we would have to wait until July to get back to Aqua and Akane, so this chapter blindsided me lol

I know that the most on-the-nose reading of this chapter is that Aka is preparing to pull the classic romcom trope where the love interest gives up on the MC only so the rest of the cast can reassure her that she is the one who makes the MC happy, etc. etc. Considering that this is happening two chapters after Aqua told Kana that he has fun with her, it's like Aka is leading us all to believe that's where it's going. It's all very tropey and in-your-face and perfectly on brand with the way Aka has always written that particular ship.

So instead of talking about the obvious, I'd like to indulge my hopes for good writing and discuss the possibility of Aka actually subverting those tropes by playing this straight, regardless of how likely or unlikely it may be. Because if he does, then all of the stuff I've always loved about Aqua and Akane may just end up meaning something.

This is the possibility I'm rooting for against all odds after all, so I figure that I may as well go down throwing my ship the hurrahs it deserves while I can still do so lol

So buckle up because this is going to be long!

This chapter is a wild ride because it touches upon a lot of different things at once.

First, Aqua supposedly didn't want to be involved with Akane any longer in order to keep her safe.

However, when Akane announced that she would stop his plans — in other words, that she would stay involved in his life — Aqua looked giddy.

Look at him. When Aka allows him to actually emote and be an actual character, Aqua can be so funny!

True to form, in this chapter we see Akane come up to him and Aqua just... welcome her. In fact, he even asks her if she feels awkward around him. Instead of acting like they never dated (which is exactly what Akane has been doing, mind you), he himself brings their former relationship to the forefront.

There's a pause splitting his question in two, meaning that this is something Aqua hesitates to ask. Almost like he is scared of the reply. Or like he may be feeling a little awkward himself.

Which is no surprise, because that is how Aka himself presents their current era. Akane isn't just Akane and she isn't just a friend; she is Aqua's ex girlfriend, a title that never fails to bring attention to the fact that they used to be romantically involved.

From colleagues, to a fake couple, to partners, to a real couple and now they're in their Exes era. I've been waiting for Aka to explore all the tension and complexity that should bring, but he's been kind of busy off-paneling most things Aqua. Alas!

When I commented on Chapter 131, I mentioned that (to me) it feels like after Chapter 116, Akane found something to focus on. She isn't thinking about her relationship with Aqua, the only thing she has in mind is Aqua. Keeping him safe, helping him achieve happiness.

Even here during this chapter, she goes to him to ease his loneliness and remind him that he has people worth living for and that he deserves to be happy, but... nothing she says includes her. It's all about Aqua and the others, the others and Aqua.

I don't think it's a coincidence that Akane walks away from him with her eyes closed. Her mind is consumed with thoughts about wanting Aqua to be happy, and so she doesn't even notice the way he turns to look at her retreating back.

Until Kana shines her proverbial light on her, making Akane open her eyes.

The way the chapter is structured, it's like Kana is there to give Akane the answer — the missing piece to solve the Aqua Happiness Conundrum™ that Akane is so focused on. It's easy to think that the answer is predictably Kana herself, but since I'm here for Aqua and Akane, I'd like to believe the answer can be just as Kana says.

After all, who is prominently featured in what Aqua considers to be his happy days?

Kana's words are abrupt, yes, but the silver lining is that they reflect what Aqua himself has already told us.

Akane is front and center in what Aqua has come to know as happiness.

One may wonder: How TF does Kana know that though?? And it's a fair question that I'll talk about in a little bit, but maybe what matters most is that she knows it at all.

In a way, it feels almost like meta commentary. Like the story has finally reached the point where Aka can afford to go back to Aqua and Akane, and so he is getting ready to reap all the seeds he sowed during the previous arcs fingers crossed.

And this is the very first one of those seeds: Aqua was happy with Akane, but Akane never let herself think that she played an instrumental part in his happiness. She seems to think that it was just being freed from his revenge.

I'd even argue this right here was the true reason of their downfall. It wasn't Aqua finding out about the loophole and Akane not coming clean, it was the reason why she didn't come clean.

Aqua's happiness mattered so much to her that Akane failed to consider that risking her life for him was the last thing Aqua wanted.

So when I read the leaks and Kana's comment, my kneejerk reaction was to think Finally! because this could be setting in motion something I've been waiting for all along.

For Aqua and Akane to revisit their dynamic, their relationship, and come clean about what they mean to each other — wherever that may lead them.

Now, going back to Kana and that earlier question of how does she know? Perhaps she saw something we haven't been privy to (in classic Aka fashion). Or maybe it's as simple as Kana finally realizing that Aqua is deeply unwell, and knowing that the last time she saw him happy was back when he was dating Akane.

Considering the information Kana has and — especially — all the information she lacks, it's not far-fetched for her to come to the conclusion that Aqua's state is partly to blame on his break-up with Akane.

Once again, it would be easy for Aka to say that Kana got it wrong because she doesn't know anything about Aqua's revenge. But wouldn't it be ironic if Kana's lack of insight into that particular side of Aqua is what allows her to see something so simple that the very parties involved are missing it?

Regardless of the road she took to get there, I'd like to think the manga has given us enough reasons to believe Kana is not quite wrong.

After all, Aqua didn't get his black stars when he found out that his father was alive. It wasn't finding out about his father's identity that did it, either.

It was turning his back on Akane and on the naive thoughts of being happy in order to walk down the Revenge Road, on a chapter aptly titled "Going Astray", that gave Aqua his two black stars.

If that was the chapter where Aqua stepped away from the "correct path", so to speak, then it stands to reason to believe that Akane may be front and center in the path Aqua is meant to take.

Coincidentally, this was the last interaction Aqua and Akane were allowed to have before this chapter.

Another thing I find very important in c148 is the way Kana words her realization. Kana isn't telling all of this to Akane as an observer. She's saying it as someone who likes Aqua romantically.

This is in contrast to Akane and Aqua, who are two hot messes when it comes to identifying the nature of their own feelings.

Throughout the entire manga, we've never seen Akane put a label on the way she feels about Aqua. We've seen her realize why she feels the way she does, but we haven't seen her say what she feels, even though Aqua himself has questioned it.

Closest we got was this, and they broke up a chapter later.

Aqua has unexpectedly been more open than Akane in that regard, but... once again, they broke up literally one chapter after Aqua was at his most candid.

And considering everything that happened before and after that, I'm not sure if Akane actually got the message.

But before I get to that, there is an important difference in the way Akane was thinking of Aqua's happiness back then and the way she's thinking about it now.

Chapter 97 was even titled Together. Akane wanted to make Aqua happy, yes, and she also wanted to be together with him always. Just like Aqua wanted them to, according to his own admission: "I don't want to let go of these days... when you're by my side."

But all of that is missing in this most recent chapter. She no longer includes herself as part of the equation at all.

It truly feels like Akane is back to completely underestimating how much she means to Aqua.

Back when Aqua told her this:

Akane reacted like this:

And what is her reaction to Kana's words this chapter?

Every single time, Akane is taken aback by the thought of meaning more to Aqua than she thinks. Every. Single. Time.

This is sad and a little frustrating, but it's far from surprising. After all, this is how Akane has always interpreted their relationship:

As far as Akane is concerned, their relationship was a lie that was turning into truth little by little. She never dared to hope that he loved her back; hell, she even thought that he was attracted to Kana and wondered why he decided to date her instead.

To make matters worse, in Chapter 98, Aqua deliberately set the stage so that Akane's trust in him — the very basis of their relationship — would be broken.

So while Akane realizes that Aqua doesn't want to use her, she may have explained that away as Aqua being his kind self rather than as Aqua harboring any kind of special feelings towards her.

Regardless of how she interpreted his actions though, it seems likely that Akane thinks that she failed him.

She couldn't save him as his girlfriend and Aqua told her he would have nothing to do with her anymore, and so Akane is now trying to save him as something else entirely. Not even as a friend, because she hardly interacts with him at all.

She's trying to save him while staying away just like he wanted her to. While only stepping in when she deems it appropriate and/or necessary.

But is that really and truly what Aqua wants?

Most importantly, is that what Aqua needs?

This chapter suggests that may not be the case, and the rest of the manga agrees. Staying away is not how Akane saved Aqua little by little. This is how she did it:

That's why the way Kana worded her realization is important. It isn't only that Kana — the very girl Akane thought Aqua was attracted to — is bringing romance to the forefront and thus setting the stage for the nature of Akane's (and Aqua's) feelings to be finally cleared up.

It's also that Kana is showing Akane that it's possible to own her feelings while being selfless about his happiness.

After all, the ball right now is in Akane's court. In the state he is now, Aqua would never ever allow himself to chase his own happiness. Even when he thought he was free to do so, he felt that Akane deserved better than to be held back by him.

So all in all, it's like with this chapter alone Aka has laid the groundwork to address all the AquaKane elephants in the room. Just in time for the very season that will be showing AquaKane in all its glory to all the anime-only watchers, at that.

In each of the last arcs, Aqua has reconciled with someone important to him. Kana and Ruby are fully back in his life now, yet he isn't doing any better. Maybe it's finally Akane's turn to try again.

So yes, Kana's change of heart is so abrupt that it may be a red herring leading to a very predictable end.

But since I've made it this far, I may as well keep hoping for the opposite to be true: maybe, just maybe, Aka is planning to tie all of this together and lead it to a satisfying conclusion. I can only hope that is the case, because it's where I feel that the writing is at its best.

Besides, if "giving up on Aqua" and "turning his black star white" are so-called "winning flags", well... Akane did both of those first 😂

[fleetingcalypso]

Hii!! So I've been obsessed with the two fics you've written about Henry so far. The way you write is pure art ♡

I was wondering, if we have already seen the way the reader/significant other thinks of Henry, how would he think of them? Say, during a slow, surprisingly lazy morning, where the sun peeks through the window and falls over the entanglement of sheets that lay atop the bed, along with the two lovers. Soft caresses, lingering kisses, or just the simple act of holding one another, I'd be more than ecstatic to see what would go through that pretty mind of his.

Have a lovely day, and if you choose this as your next prompt, I want to thank you in advance ♡♡♡

≋ Silent mornings, roaring thoughts. Is he capable of loving something other than the feeling of being loved?

≋ Henry Winter x GN!Reader ≋

≋ Word Count: 1123 words.

≋ TW: Mentions of dr*gs (h*roin, c*caine), religious imagery, possible toxic relationship

It's not the birds chirping outside his window that inconsiderately pull him from his slumber, neither is the way playful sunrays of the dawn sent by Eos kiss his skin as they make their way into the room. The only culprit for his sudden awakening is the absence of a familiar body in his arms. 

With his tired eyes still closed, Henry reaches towards the side of the bed where he knows, without the shadow of a doubt, his companion is still sleeping soundly, the soft breaths he hears coming from them almost lull him back into Hypnos' world. Rolling away from his embrace in the middle of the night, what audacity they have. Soon enough, their back is once again pressed against him, one strong arm protectively wrapped around their body, securing them in his hold. He is able to press his lips to the back of their neck for a chaste kiss just in time before sleep washes over him like the gentlest of tsunamis. 

When Henry awakens for the second time that morning, he does not spare a second to let his eyelids part and cast his gaze to the ravishing - although looking quite blurry- human lying alongside him, stroking his face and occasionally pushing midnight colored strands of hair away from his forehead. He does not speak. There is no need to. The only truly meaningful silence in the world is confined between the four walls of his bedroom, comfortable and soothing. The outside can be unreasonably boisterous, for all he cares, he is going to pay it no mind. They’re in the eye of the storm.

It was immaculate moments like these, with his beloved stretching their arm back towards the nightstand, fishing out his glasses from the many scattered papers on the surface that made him somewhat happy. This ambiguous domesticity he never really thought anyone was worthy of sharing with him in the beginning had caught him by surprise. It snuck up on him, lurking, until there was not a single way of avoiding it. 

 And so he watches wordlessly as the indistinct figure apparently cleans his glasses using the edge of their sleeping shirt, which is actually his, before setting them delicately onto his nose. If questioned about it, he will forever, incessantly deny the way his heart throbs harder in his chest when their fingers slide behind his ears and tickle his neck, to make sure the temple tips fit just right. It's just a momentary touch, yet it's akin to a shot of heroin or a sniff of cocaine. 

Instead of a simple good morning he opts for something slightly more doting as he leans forward, capturing their lips with his. Henry doesn't even have to pull them in. They do it themselves, what a sweet lamb. He relishes in the way their body and mind acts by his unspoken, implicit commands. He offers them a taste and they crave a banquet: when soft hands land on his bare chest he does not stop them, when a soft hum of indulgence joins the orchestra of blankets rustling and breaths entangling he pulls away. 

Alas, he speaks, “Greedy bird,” his voice is deep and gravelly, warm like the very sunrays that still sneak their way into the room, acting like prying spectators to a viewerless play. 

“Good morning,” they greet him with a whisper. There’s an exhilarating satisfaction in knowing that each time the sun rises, there is already a devoted follower standing at the gates of his Church, hands clasping a rosary until its shape is engraved in their flesh, halfway through a prayer, and each time the sun sets, said worshiper doesn’t leave after the end of the sermon, no, they stay back and clean the blood-stained altar with their clothes. It gets him high, makes his blood boil in his veins. It’s the closest thing to feeling like a God he has experienced while going about the mundanity of everyday life.

He kisses them again. And again. And again. Until they’re the ones to pull back, the breath in their lungs being insufficient.

They’re the greedy one Henry reminds himself as his fingers dig into their waist, they’re the greedy one he chants in his head as his lips find their neck and suck on the supple skin, they’re the greedy one he insists as he finds himself addicted to the way their fingers move through his hair. 

In the back of his psyche a humming, wretched hypothesis forms. He tunes it out as best as he can, even thinking about acknowledging it feels like treason against himself.

“I love you,” They break him out of his spiraling thoughts. He doesn’t say it back. Instead his veiny hands reach to cup their face, he holds them like they’re prepared and willing to be laid upon a sacrificial stone and be gutted in the name of devotion, but instead of a knife to the neck he bestows upon them a kiss between the eyes. 

They constantly guide him to a state of self-questioning. Is it love what he feels? Surely not. It is not love that instructs him to kiss their brow, their cheekbone, their jaw, until he reaches their lips once again. Certainly, it cannot be love that tilts the corner of his lips into a soft smile when his palms heats up from their cheeks flushing.

Unavoidably, he realizes, it is love that binds him to the bed they’re in and the sneaking suspicion that blossomed in a moment of absent-minded bliss was wholly factual. Veiling his growing feelings behind an invisible curtain served only to secure him into a state of hiding, and each time he desperately put his efforts in persuading himself that he did not know what love was a wind picked up, disregarding his wishes and pushing away the imperceptible shield he was putting up.

“As do I.” He replies, in a hushed whisper, rolling onto his back. Only at this instant he feels the tightness in his muscles, that with a groan he tries to stretch away, his arms lifting above his head.

“Do you? Love me?”

“I do.”

“What if I don’t believe it?”

Henry turns to look at them, taking apart each microexpression their face is incapable of hiding. “You do believe it.” Before they can counter, he speaks again, shushing them, “Now, quit your singing, my nightingale. Let’s avoid our responsibilities for just a big longer.” And subserviently they comply, resting their head onto his chest. Even if he won’t outright say the words they want to hear that is fine, his heartbeat has always betrayed him and revealed the truth. They’re both greedy, for the same sin but in different ways.

[minkkumaz]

can u write getting jaehyun a switch for his bday and he stays up all night playing it? ^^ i think it’d be cute

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jaehyun stays up late into the night playing rocket league on the switch you bought him for his birthday. you just want him to come to bed.

PAIRING myung jaehyun x fem!reader WC 0.5k TAGS established relationship. fluff. little smooching. cuddling. i know nothing about rocket league but he likes soccer so. OMI NOTE this is actually something i'd do and i'm the real jaehyun #canon. ty anon wink wink ^_^

maybe getting jaehyun a nintendo switch for his birthday wasn’t the greatest idea. you wrapped it prettily beforehand, just to watch him tear off the wrapper and stare at the present with shock. seeing him happy was all worth it, but you didn’t think he’d be on it all night

the clock on jaehyun’s nightstand read two am. he had promised you he’d come back to bed in ten minutes. however ten minutes turned into thirty, then thirty turned into an hour, then two hours, and it continued on. you still saw the flashes of light from the tv that ricocheted their way down the hallway; slightly peering underneath the closed door of his bedroom.

you groaned in frustration, unable to sleep without the boy hugging onto you closely. lifting the covers off of your body, you pulled yourself off of his bed and towards the living room. his hushed conversations into a mic got louder the closer you got.

when you appeared behind him, he was furiously moving around the controller in his hand, focused on the action in front of him. the sound of his friends yelling becoming more prominent, making your eye twitch. he barely noticed until you let your hand touch his shoulder.

“hyunnie come to bed please, i can’t sleep.” you whined sleepily letting your chin rest on the top of his head.

“hold on guys–” he moved the mic piece from his headset away from his face and turned to look at you. “baby i said i would come in ten minutes, okay?”

“but that was three hours ago hyunnie–”

“it’s been three hours?” he gaped, quickly grabbing his phone to look at the time. it infact proved his suspicions as the time popped up on his screen, “oh my gosh honey i’m so sorry, i just got so excited to play i didn’t even notice!”

“it’s okay lovey, let’s just go to bed now okay?” you smiled, rubbing his shoulder.

“you’re so cute, i’ll get off right now.” he raised his hand to squeeze your cheeks together, laughing at your lips forming a fish - like pout.

once he returned to his headset, he told his friends goodbye and shut of the game so he could quickly rush back to you. he intertwined his hands with yours and lead you back to his room for some well deserved sleep.

as soon as your body hit the comfortable mattress once again, you almost passed out right there. but not before jaehyun could land right next to you.

“thank you for the present, y/n. i really loved it.” he wrapped his arms around your figure, locking them behind your back. your legs entangled with his, alongside the blankets.

“im glad, just know that rocket league isn’t going to disappear anytime soon.” you mumble leaning in to the crook of his neck.

jaehyun planted soft kisses on your head, holding you close to him and careful not to let you go. “the same goes for you, you’re mine forever.”

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[viscerawrites]

(18+ only) nsfw character profile ; an oc questionnaire

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preface: I'm really excited to share this!! I haven't been able to find many character questionnaires that actually ask questions that get me thinking, and i got a burst of motivation to sit down and start writing out a bunch of questions that I could fill out that were basically tailored to myself.

I figured I'd share them in case they'd be helpful to anyone else! If anyone would like to fill it out but you don't vibe with every question, you're more than welcome to pick and choose! I have quite a lot of questions on each one, but that's more for variety than anything else.

I have several other questionnaires in progress that I plan to post, but this one was finished first.

Enjoy!! I hope it helps someone :]

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section one. orientation & attraction.

What is their sexual orientation? Which gender(s) are they most attracted to?

Was this a significant realization for them? Does it mean anything important to them?

Do they have a preference for the genitalia of their sexual partner?

Do they have a type? Is there a certain kind of person they fantasize about?

Does their sexual orientation align with their romantic orientation?

If attracted to more than one gender, do they have a preference for which they have sex with?

Is there a certain type of person they most naturally feel attracted to? If so, do they actively prefer this type of person, or do they not notice?

Similarly, are there any particular traits in a partner that tend to spark their sexual interest?

Do they have an image of their ideal sexual partner?

Do they have sex solely with romantic partners? Or are they more of a casual hookup type?

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section two. experience.

Have they already had sex before?

If they have, how experienced are they?

Did they have any experience they would consider their sexual awakening?

When did they lose their virginity? Who was it with? How did it happen?

Were they saving themself for love? Or were they happy to get it on with anyone?

Have they ever had a one night stand?

Have they ever had sex with a friend? If so, did it change the relationship in any way?

Have they ever had multiple sexual partners at once? If not, would they ever?

Have they ever faked an orgasm?

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section three. preferences.

What is their favorite body part on their partner(s)? Does this vary depending on gender/sex?

Ass or tits? Thighs or arms? Something else entirely?

Are they plain vanilla? Kinky as can be? Somewhere in the middle?

If vanilla, would they ever be interested in experimenting with kink?

Do they get off more on rough sex or gentle sex? Would either be a turn off? Is there any reason for this preference?

When having rough sex, do they prefer to be rough or be roughed up?

Are they more often dominant or submissive? Do they favor this role, or do they assume it for their partners? Does either role come more naturally to them? Which one gets them into a better headspace?

Are they more focused on giving or receiving pleasure?

Do they like their partner to focus on touching them? Would they prefer not to be touched at all?

If attracted to more than one gender, do they have different preferences depending on their partner’s gender and/or sex?

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section four. libido.

How often do they get turned on? How easy is it to turn them on?

How often do they masturbate?

Do they like to be watched when they masturbate? Do they like to watch others?

Do they ever use toys on themself?

What do they fantasize about when masturbating, if anything?

How often do they have sex? Is this equal to how often they want to have sex?

Do they prefer to have multiple orgasms? Or are they one and done?

Do they need an orgasm every session? Or are they content without finishing?

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section five. play.

Would they rather have sex on the bed or the floor? Against the wall or on the table?

Do they ever use toys during sex?

Do they like to wear lingerie or dress up for their partner(s) at all? Do they like their partner(s) to dress up for them?

Do they enjoy oral sex? Do they prefer to give or receive?

Do they like to watch or be watched? 

Do they like to be restrained? Do they like restraining others?

Do they like being manhandled? Manhandling others?

Do they like to give degradation or praise? Do they like to receive either?

Are there any names they like to be called during sex? Any they like to call others?

Are they into body worship? Giving or receiving?

Do they like to give or receive dirty talk during sex? Are they good at it? 

Are they into painplay?

Would they consider themself masochistic or sadistic? Both? Neither? 

Would they rather strip their partner or watch their partner strip?

Do they prefer to undress themself or be undressed?

How much foreplay do they enjoy? Is it different depending on the role they take?

What kind of aftercare do they like? Is it different depending on their role?

What's their dream scene? Their biggest fantasy?

If they're the type to make a sex playlist, what songs would be on it?

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section six. behavior.

How shy are they during sex?

How enthusiastic are they with their partners? 

Do they have any anxiety before or at the start of sex? Is this only with new partners or does it appear with anyone?

How often are they unsure of what they want in the bedroom?

How “bratty” are they?

Do they prefer quickies or long sessions? 

Do they enjoy having sex multiple times in one day? 

Do they classify any sex as love making?

Is there any particular spot on their body they enjoy attention being paid to? 

Do they ever need a certain kind of stimulation to get off?

How vocal are they during sex?

How well do they communicate with their sexual partners? What level of communication do they expect?

How attuned are they to their partners’ needs, usually?

[messedupfan]

Chapter 10

Summary: Daisy asks Reader a very important question. Wanda decides to join a dating app.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! So happy to finally get this chapter out. Sorry again for the wait. Work has started to get creative for me so it's been hard finding time to write. Lemme know how holidays were for everyone. I'd love to know!! Hope y'all like this chapter! Please like, comment and enjoy!

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You wake early Sunday morning to incessant knocking and when Rachel asks what's happening, you tell her to hide in your room and to close the door. Once you're sure she is safe with the click of your bedroom door locking, you try to make a mean face in order to appear intimidating. But as soon as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror you had hanging near the entryway, you shake your head and just prepare yourself to open the door. You're relieved when you see Daisy on the other side but are instantly concerned as the tears on her face register. “What's wrong?” You ask as you step into the hallway of the apartment building, closing the door behind you as you do. 

“I'm sorry, Y/n. I messed up and it was so stupid and I'm so sorry,” she sobs with her hands covering her face as she tries to talk. 

You put your hands on her shoulders as you try to get her to calm down. “Hey, hey, it's okay. What did you do that you think is so bad?” 

She looks down to the floor, not wanting to see the way that you'd look at her when she tells you what she did. “I didn't want you to know about the concert because…” she shakes her head and you hold onto her as you patiently wait for her to tell you what has her so torn up. “Because it was a date with someone else.” 

One part of you is surprised by the information but the other isn't. Despite the surprise, there isn't much a piece of you that is upset with her because of it. With the past few months of the two of you dating, neither has put a label on the relationship. But neither of you has been seeing other people so one can assume it's exclusive. Neither of you knew better because you've been avoiding the conversation and she's been too afraid to start the conversation. 

You tell her to stop apologizing and pull her into a warm embrace. “It's okay, Daisy,” you assure her again and again until she stops crying. You rub her back to soothe her and eventually she calms down enough to talk properly. “Can I ask why you said yes when he asked you out?” You ask softly so that you can figure out what to say to her and even decide for yourself if you want to continue this relationship any further or let her go. Maybe, just maybe, this is your way out. 

She breathes heavily through her mucus clogged nose and wipes her face with the back of her hand as she figures out what to say. You ask her to be completely honest and tell her that the truth won't hurt you. Assuring her that you can handle it. “I um, he and I have always kind of had this flirty friendship dynamic and we've thought about dating each other in the past but we haven't been single at the same time in the same place. I know that you and I have been moving in a good direction but we haven't committed ourselves to each other so I thought it was okay when I said yes. Then we became physical and I started sleeping over and I kept waiting for you to say something but you didn't.” She starts to get worked up again. 

“Hold on,” you say as you rub her back. “I understand your thought process, it's okay. I'm not mad at you,” she is able to keep her breathing controlled but the tears still come on strong. “Do you have more to say?” Daisy nods and you help her with breathing exercises in order to continue.

“I just wanted to see if there was something there. Something easier but,” she shakes her head. “All I could think about during the concert was how I wanted you to be there and when he kissed me… I just knew I only wanted you. And that I had to tell you.” She looks at you finally and waits for you to respond or react. You are calm and collected as you process her story. You take a deep breath yourself as you frown and focus on one of her statements. 

“I didn't know that things were difficult with me,” you state, confusing Daisy. “You said that you wanted to see if it'd be easier to be with that guy. I didn't know that you saw what we have as something that's not easy. I'm sorry that I've been oblivious to certain struggles.” 

Daisy shakes her head, “No that's not… well, it's just… he doesn't have a child and an ex-wife that I have to one day impress. I think about those things, you know?” She explains and you nod, seeing how that could be stressful. “It worries me but it doesn't burden me. I love you and I want to make this work,” the words fall out seamlessly, shocking only you. “I realized that last night,” she wipes her face again with her sleeve this time. You wish you could offer to let her inside to clean up. But it wasn't time for Rachel to meet Daisy yet. You open your mouth to return the words even though you don't mean them and Daisy stops you. “Don't say it back. Not today. I just needed you to know everything as soon as possible. But I understand that you need time to process and you have your daughter here. I um, I should go.” She looks down at her hands as she steps away from you. She walks away without you calling or going after her. You stand silently in front of your door, stunned by her honesty and maturity.

You open the door and sit down on the sofa to relax your mind before you retrieve Rachel from your room. Daisy loves you. She kissed someone else and realized that she loves you. Now you really feel like an awful person. You didn't have the same reaction when you kissed Wanda. You wanted to be with Wanda, but you're settling for Daisy. Does this make you an awful person? You were prepared to tell the girl that you love her, even though you don't feel that way. You haven't told her that you kissed Wanda, and don't plan on it. The list of differences between you and Daisy can go on and on, meaning that at the end of the day, although you aren't in general a terrible person, you are being one to Daisy. You want to end the relationship before it gets worse. But you can't because she said that she loves you. Maybe she'll change her mind soon. Or maybe she won't. You don't know.

What you do know is that you have started to tell others that you and Daisy are a couple except for Daisy. That's where you needed to start first. No one likes feeling like they don't know where they stand with someone. So you decide that you'll stop by her apartment later and ask her to make it official. After you convince Kate to watch Rachel on very last notice first. Which might be tricky since she started hanging out with someone a lot more than usual recently. 

“Sorry, honeybunch, it was one of Baba's friends. They're having a hard time and need someone to talk to,” you explain to Rachel as you enter your room. “It's safe to come out,” you tell her when she doesn't say anything. You're about to start to worry until you realize that she is asleep in your bed. You smile as you watch her sleep. She was so precious, so innocent. There are times in your life when you wonder if anything is ever worth it, then you have moments like these that help give a different perspective. She is worth everything to you. 

You let her sleep in as you make her a special breakfast. Chocolate pancakes with bacon and an omelet. You don't cook like this often. Mostly because you can be a safety hazard in the kitchen. But you needed the distraction from your mind and you found yourself so lost in the activity that you don’t hear when Rachel enters the kitchen to ask what that smell is. She has to tap your arm and it makes you jump and accidentally elbow her in the forehead. 

“Oh I’m so sorry my baby,” you hold her to you as you rub her back. “Are you okay?” You ask as you lower yourself to her level to check the damage that you caused. Which luckily, was nothing. She didn’t even have a mark and she showed no signs of crying. She just rubbed her forehead and complained that it did hurt. “Let me get you something cold to put on it,” you say as you rise up to look for her ice pack in the freezer and find it behind some frozen meat. You quickly dig through the cabinets and drawers to find the cloth pouch that Anna sowed for Rachel for moments like this. “Here you go, I’m sorry again.”

“It’s okay, I’ll feel better in a bit,” she takes the cold pouch from you and holds it to her forehead as she sits down at the kitchen table. “Who was at the door earlier?” She asks as you start to make her a plate, apologizing again as you do. As mentioned before, you can be quite a safety hazard in the kitchen. 

“Here you go, I hope you like it,” you set the plate down in front of her and move to the kitchen to serve yourself. Rachel repeats her question a little louder to ensure that you hear it. “Right, sorry, it was just a friend who had an emergency and needed to chat. It wasn't anything serious.” You join her at the table after shutting off the stove top and making a plate for yourself. 

Rachel easily moves on from that to talk about her favorite music artist and update you on the latest gossip about her. You don't really remember the previous gossip so you do your best to pretend that you do. Then you talk to her about how she feels about the summer coming to an end soon and she tells you about how excited she is to return now that her and Wanda’s kids are friends. You feel good that she is finally excited about school again. When she was going into kindergarten she couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to start learning and making friends but on her first day a girl in her class spilled apple juice on the front of Rachel's pants and made a big deal about it to the rest of the class. You only thought kids were cruel like that in the movies and hoped that the rest of the class would move on from it and become her friend anyway. But they didn't and each year until the third grade, she was embarrassed in a new way. You and Jean talked with many teachers and administrators and parents, advocating for your sweet daughter but school didn't get much better for her. It got to the point that transferring her seemed like the only option and that's when you got the apartment in this area. To get her into a different school. She had a better start by being introduced as the new girl. After her first day there she wore the biggest smile as she raved about all of the friends she was making. Which up until this summer was only two friends since she was a little more on the shy side. 

You just hope that things continue to go well for her. You're also thinking of ways to thank Wanda and her boys for being so kind to Rachel. After the dishes are in the dishwasher, you and Rachel plop yourselves on the couch and you watch whatever show she is fixated on binge watching at the moment. It's entertaining in some moments but others you're just thinking about what you're going to tell Daisy. 

You still aren't sure if she fits here with you and Rachel. But then again, you'll never know if you don't try to see it through. The show catches your attention as the girl in the show delivers a sappy monologue about reasons why she loves one character over the other and as you listen closely, the person that you picture is Daisy and you start to wonder if stronger feelings for her have snuck up on you. They're not as intense as feelings you've had for other people but they are there and they have a certain strength to them. You choose not to back down on your earlier decision and text your sister to see if she can stop by to watch Rachel for a few hours. You wanted to get this over with as soon as possible because any more thought and you'll go back to being single and heading nowhere in the love department. 

That's not what you wanted. You want to be with Daisy. You might not be head over heels in love with her but you feel some sort of love towards her and that's enough for you. Hopefully, you can make it enough for her as well. Kate takes a bit of time to reply and there's a few messages back and forth with negotiations. It takes ordering pizza with soda and allowing her friend to come with, in order for her to accept babysitting Rachel. 

“Hey munchkin, I'm going to go check on my friend for a bit but auntie Kate and her friend Yelena are going to be here and you guys are going to get pizza. Is that okay with you?” You ask as you hand her the snack that you grabbed for her. 

“Pizza and auntie Kate?” She asks excitedly. You confirm and she begins to smile. “Are you going on another date with Ms. Wanda?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, thrown off by the absurd question. “Ms. Wanda and I are only friends, sweetheart. You know that. And it's not a date, but I will look a little more dressed up. I'll be back before you go to bed this time too.” 

“Okay but if you and Ms. Wanda like-like each other, I will be very okay with it. Just thought you should know,” she says as she finishes her snack. You shake your head and mess up her hair as you call her funny. You have no idea how serious she is. 

Kate and her friend arrive after you've showered and dressed as nice as you know how to with the limited options in your closet. You have no clue what you're supposed to wear when you're about to ask someone to be your girlfriend. It's been a long time since you've had to ask that question. The last time that you did, you and Jean had snuck into her neighbors pool in the middle of the night to skinny dip together. Which isn't something you want to repeat as an adult. 

You thank Kate again and she tries to pry details from you and you shrug. “Sorry, it wasn't in your list of demands. Better luck next time,” you smile. 

“Shoot, you're getting better at this,” she says with her arms crossed over her chest. “Get out of here, you're no fun.” You laugh as you say your goodbyes while you exit. 

On the way to Daisy's apartment, you stop by a florist and pick out a bouquet of mostly daisy's. Once you arrive, you rehearse every step to her door exactly what you want to say to her. That you do love her and that you don't want to see anyone but her. That you aren't much of a planner but you want to start talking about a future with her. That you hope she can be introduced to Rachel as your girlfriend when the time is right. 

As prepared as you think you'll ever be, you knock on the door and wait a few seconds for an answer. The door swings open and instead of Daisy, it's her roommate Jemma who does not look happy to see you. “What did you do to her? She has been a wreck all day!” 

“What?” You ask with concern. “I didn't do anything, I promise. In fact, I came here to ask her a very important question.” 

Jemma crosses her arms over her chest and raises a challenging brow as she looks you up and down. “Uh huh, and how do I know you're not here just to hurt her even more?” 

“You'll just have to take a leap of faith,” you say softly, there wasn't a lot of time to convince Daisy's friend to believe you. Luckily, she doesn't resist letting you inside much longer. You go to Daisy's room and you can hear the movie that she is watching just outside. It's one of Rachel's favorites because it's one of Jean’s. It's not a kids movie but it was something that Jean wanted to share with her daughter. It's a funny and crude movie that would not survive social media. But it was a guilty pleasure movie and you didn't know that Daisy knew about it.

You knock lightly on the closed door. “Jemma, I told you. I don't need comfort. It's my fault things went bad with Y/n. I shouldn't have gone there in the first place!”

You turn the knob and walk through. “I'm glad that you did.” Daisy looks at you with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes, shocked to see you here in her room. “It made me realize that I do want more with you.” Holding out the bouquet to her, you step further into the room. You shut the door behind you to give yourselves some privacy. “I know you said that you didn't want to hear these words today but I didn’t need time to think about how I feel about you. Because I know that I love you too.” You say as you lay the flowers at the end of the bed. “And I'm sorry it's taken me so long to ask you this. It just slipped my mind that this is part of the process but, will you be my girlfriend?” As you talk, you get down on both knees in front of the bed and you take her hand in both of yours. 

Daisy is speechless as she nods and her entire face lights up as her smile shines brightly. She moves forward and brings you into a sweet kiss. You don’t let your thoughts ruin the moment for you. No thoughts about Wanda. No thoughts about what’s right and what’s wrong. Just her lips on yours and the way she tastes. 

She tries to deepen the kiss but you quickly remember that you can’t stay long because you promised your sister that you wouldn’t. Kate and Yelena have plans that you cannot disrupt otherwise she will quote, “have Rachel so sugared up, you won’t get sleep for a week.” Now can she make your child sleepless and  hyper for an entire week? No, but you don’t want to risk her trying. 

“Hold on,” you pull back. “I can’t stay,” Daisy tries to pull you closer but you continue to resist her advances. “I’m serious,” you say lightly. “I had to make a couple of deals with the devil in order to get here.” She gives you a funny look, “My sister. She’s with Rachel right now and as much as she loves her niece, she isn’t obligated to give up her evenings to take care of her. As she so graciously reminded me.” You give her frown a quick kiss. 

“I hate that you have to go, but thank you for not making me suffer for a week before asking me to be your girlfriend.” She giggles in delight, “That’s so funny to say. I’m your girlfriend! I can’t believe it!” 

“I like the sound of that,” you grin then you lean in to kiss her again. 

Daisy leans away, “Not so fast. You kiss me one more time and I’m not letting you leave.” You laugh as you try to chase her cheek to give her a kiss there at least. The room is filled with laughter and you leave her laughing instead of crying. 

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On Wednesday night, Wanda is feeling a bit lonely. Her messages to Natasha aren’t going through so she’s accepted that the woman most likely blocked her. Then she thinks about inviting you over but she knows that after a hard day of work, the only thing you want to do is spend time with your daughter. She doesn’t ask because she knows that you won’t say no to her when she clearly needs a no. So, she lands on asking Agatha who has a similar custody agreement that she is almost certain she will also enjoy some company. When she sends the message, she decides to send it to the group chat she has with Carol in there as well, just to see if she would like to join. 

The two arrive in a timely manner. Each with a bottle of wine so that they can get wine drunk and not make as many poor decisions as they would if they were any other kind of drunk. Wanda is grateful for the company as they all sit together on the sofa in the living room, a half full glass in hand for each of them while they look for something to have on in the background as the group of women catch up. It had been a few weeks since they last hung out. The group usually communicates through text since they live such different lives, but every now and then the stars align and they are able to make time for nights like this. 

Carol starts with an update about her and her now fiancé, Val. Which, they have been keeping to themselves until now because the couple didn’t want anyone to rain on their parade. They are very happy with the decision. Plus with Val’s political career, they aren’t sure when they will get married. They’re not even sure if her sexuality will be revealed to the public only because they aren’t sure what that information will do to her campaign. “I’ve accepted that no matter what happens, I’m willing to support her decision. This is her dream and I will be there to support her no matter what. I really love her.” Carol says as she pours a bit more wine in her glass.

Wanda and Agatha congratulate their friend on her engagement and move the topic on to what kind of takeaway they are going to have delivered so that none of them have to drive or cook. When that is settled, Agatha starts to go on and on about how much fun she’s been having on a dating app. “Really? You’ve gotten good dates from that?” Wanda asks skeptically as Agatha swipes pictures on her phone. 

Agatha laughs, “Oh honey, this isn’t for dating. It’s just for hookups. At least this app is. I’m not ready to be in another draining relationship.” Agatha was a little bit older than the two girls she is spending her night with. She had fertility issues and didn’t have her son until she was thirty eight. Which was well into a failing marriage. Wanda and Agatha didn’t meet until they were paired up at the kids' school to participate in a fundraiser. They were in trouble for being inactive parents of the school's community so they had to work the raffle ticket booth together. With the lack of parents making donations and buying tickets they had a lot of time to get to know each other. They became fast friends, hosting each other's families for dinners, carpooling when emergencies came up, babysitting to allow either couple date nights. Simple life stuff like that. Wanda introduced Carol and Agatha when Carol came into town and demanded to spend time with Wanda despite Vision’s protests and guilt trips. 

Wanda and Agatha went through their divorces around the same time and it helped to have each other to lean on. Now it seems that they are experiencing the modern dating scene together. “Oh, you’re on one of those apps. You have to be careful, I hear that there are married people on those things.” 

“Oh I know,” Agatha shares a look with Carol. “Should I show her?” 

Carol shakes her head, “We’re not drunk enough yet.”

“What do you mean?” Wanda whips her head back and forth as she is sitting in the middle of her friends. “What can’t you show me?”

Agatha and Carol are silent with smirks as they both take a sip of their wine and although it doesn’t affect them, they decide that it’s enough to show Wanda. “Here,” Agatha says as she opens her phone and finds her screenshots folder. She hands the device to Wanda. “But seriously, don’t talk about it with him. Things are charged enough between the two of you.” 

Wanda looks at the phone and nearly drops her glass as she sees a profile of Vision. “Wow, ‘69Machine - because that’s my favorite position’? Oh he is so gross!” She laughs as she shakes her head and takes a long drink from her glass. “That is horrible! Where does he find the time with four kids!” Agatha and Carol laugh and share another look because they’ve been curious about whether or not that statement is true and the only person they can get that information from is Wanda. She almost chokes when they ask and luckily the doorbell rings giving her an escape and allowing her a distraction as she brings the food to them. 

Wanda is successful in avoiding the subject as they start to dig into their meals and a plotline on the show they had on piques their interest. The three women quickly become engrossed in the show as they eat and even well after their food is finished they don’t peel their eyes off of the screen until the tv asks if they are still watching right at the big cliffhanger. They are loud as they scramble to find the remote. They are screaming at each other as they are all being stubborn about standing up until Carol and Agatha realize that the only one of them that has stood up is Wanda so they playfully bully her to get up and that’s when Carol finds the remote under her friends butt and she slaps Wanda’s butt cheek with the back of the remote before hitting play. 

The reveal on the episode disappoints them and they start talking to each other again. This time about the rumors that they have heard or read about surrounding the actors on the show. Then they each get on their phones to start fact checking and learning more about the actors. This goes on for about an hour before they get bored of it and two bottles of wine are finished. Agatha is the next person to stand announcing that she needs a bathroom break. Wanda follows and Carol gets up to get another drink. 

Another two bottles later, Wanda confesses to the two that she had a fling with a woman but doesn’t give more details than that. Agatha and Carol are a little surprised because they didn’t know about her fluid sexuality. But they didn’t make the whole thing about that. Instead, they focus on why Wanda is talking about it now. 

“I don’t know,” Wanda shakes her head and tops her glass off with the rest of the bottle. “I don’t know. I just, I liked having sex with no strings attached. I didn’t know that I liked having sex that much until well, she was very good at what she did.” She shares a laugh with her friends. “Okay, but seriously. I don’t want something serious with someone. I just want to get…” she starts to snicker to herself and her friends know where it’s going. 

All three in almost perfect unison, almost meaning not at all but they think it is perfect, “Let’s get physical! Physical!” 

“Oh, we need music!” Carol hops up and goes to set up her phone to the sound system in the house. 

“Let me see your phone,” Agatha says to Wanda and the woman hands her the device without much question and any protest. 

“Don’t play it too loud, Carol! I don’t need noise complaints!” Wanda shouts as she watches Agatha download and app onto her phone. “Okay, what are you doing?” She asks as Agatha starts going through her camera roll, picking out the most flattering pictures of Wanda. 

“I’m signing you up on a dating app,” Agatha says as she starts to fill out the profile. Wanda tries to grab the phone to stop her but Agatha moves away from her. “Don’t worry, it’s not one that Vision will see you on. I have a profile on this one too.” Wanda tries to stop her again but Carol asks what she missed  in as she rejoins her friends after turning on her playlist. 

“Oh my goodness! Yes! And we should see how many matches you get. You’re a catch Wands, this app will prove it,” Carol says as she sits next to Agatha to help her with the profile. 

“Fine! But I’m deleting it in the morning,” Wanda says as she rises. She grabs a trash bag from the kitchen and brings it to the living room to start cleaning up. She never likes to leave a mess. Especially after the last few years when she was nothing but a mess. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Carol waves her friend off. “Oh I’m as gay as they come but damn he is cute!” Carol gushes as she starts swiping on the profiles. 

“Hey, this was my idea! I should get to swipe too!” Agatha whines like a child as she takes the phone back to start swiping. Carol is about to fight for the phone back when her eyes widen. Agatha starts laughing as she sees what her friend sees. “Screenshot it! You have too!”

“What?” Wanda asks as she drops the bag to see what the big deal is. “Oh, wow.” The friends gather around the phone to look at the profile and before Wanda can dislike the profile, Carol swipes right. “Carol! No!” Carol runs away and Wanda chases her around the house with one of her throw pillows. Meanwhile, her phone goes off in Agatha’s hands with many match notifications. 

The next morning, Wanda takes care of her and her friends' hangovers early in the morning before they have to start their days. Wanda checks her phone once her friends have left her house and she smiles as she sees a message from you that says, “Thank you for reminding me that I had an account on here. I forgot I was also paying a subscription for it. That explains the missing ten a month. I’ll delete it once you let me know that you got this message.” Wanda bites her lip as she thinks about why you messaged her from the dating app and not through text. But she can’t help the warm feeling she gets when she sees the “It’s a match!” banner at the top of the screen.

“What are friends for?” She types back after she takes a screenshot. Just to keep for herself. 

She gets ready to delete the app herself until she notices all of the options that she has available to her. She decides that maybe she should keep the app a little bit longer as she walks up to her home office, sipping her coffee and scrolling through the messages.

Chapter 11

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[thebellearchives]

i swear you're getting almost exclusively solomon prompt requests and i wish i could say im different but im not. i AM like the other girls (gender neutral). im sorry.

anyway i'd love to see number 26 "I want to move in with you" with sol, if it's not been requested already! i am in love with how you write him like actually.

congrats on the follower milestone, you totally deserve it omg!!

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : when you and Solomon arrive to your new place you reveal something that will give him hope for the future

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff, solomon’s crushing on mc ~

‧₊˚ a / n : bestie I AM LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS TOO Solomon was the character with more entries in my masterlist even before the requests 😵‍💫 thank you for the kind words too!

this was SO hard for me to write, i just couldn’t come up with an scenario for this prompt that wasn’t like the one in Domesticity since it’s basically the same prompt, so i came up with this! it’s not exactly mc proposing the idea to Solomon but if that’s what you’re looking for you can check Domesticity ~

Two pairs of footsteps stopped right in front of Cocytus Hall’s frontal walkway. Solomon’s eyes studied the huge residential mansion, too big for even a family like the brothers. You were standing right next to him, your surprised expression and the curious undertones of your gaze made his heartbeat quicken.

All sorts of thoughts flooded his mind: laughing and snacking in the main living room, casually chatting about the day as you folded laundry together and carrying it back upstairs, maybe dancing in the kitchen before dinner and constant calls to let you know he was coming home.

“I hope you’re okay with coming here...” he cleared his throat, trying his best not to look too nervous “I know Diavolo didn’t really ask for your opinion in the matter, and you’re so used to living in the House of Lamentation…”

“No, it’s okay. This is okay.” you looked up at him with those eyes, those adorable eyes that could bring the strongest sorcerer down to his knees, and that smile, that lovely smile…

“Really?” a small spark of something unknown faintly flickered in his chest.

“Yeah… to be fair, i’ve always wanted to move in with you.”

No other words could’ve ever taken him by surprise like those did. He was sure he was staring at you like an idiot, and he was thankful you were now inspecting the building once again because he had to force his jaw to shut close.

“Really?” he repeated, for an instant it felt like he had ran out of words, his brain ran through every single word of the dictionary in every single language he had ever learned in his life and yet he couldn’t quite find himself speaking any other word.

“Yes” you chuckled, eyes once again resting on him as you turned his way “I thought about it during those times where I’d visit you at purgatory hall for magic lessons. Everything would’ve been so much calmer and easy going, and having you right there to keep teaching me? It would’ve been perfect. It didn’t happen back in our timeline, but I’m happy there’s a place and time where we can find somewhere to make our home.”

Home was a difficult word for someone like him to fully comprehend, specially when it referred to such a huge place, but he figured that as long as you were there with him any place could be home.

“Yes” he inhaled with a smile, finally being able to recognize that spark in his chest was hope, hope that maybe this was going to be the time and place where he’d finally win your heart “home.”

[starbunii]

HIII HELLO can I request non-despair HPA Rantaro x Reader? I am such a sucker for high school romance it’s sooo so cute… and maybe I am a liiittle biased towards this idea LOL but 😇 I figured I’d ask!! Thank you sm!!

. kiss, kiss fall in love 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ rantaro amami x reader ! ｡

notes: THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE AWAWWAWA IM ALSO A SUCKER FOR HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCES, SO TYSM FOR REQUESTING WAHHHH <33 also!! the reader here is kind of based off of coco's yume!! please go check out their account, bc yamabuki is so cute and their art is amazing!

oneshot ノ fluff ノfem! reader ノnon-despair hpa au!

second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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He was so...interesting to you. The moment he walked into the classroom, he immediately caught your eye.

Now, you knew love at first sight was hard to come by; it was rare, and would only strike when the universe deemed fit. But god damn, there was just something about him.. Those eyes that were reminiscent of precious gems, the slight tan of his skin combined with the freckles littering his body, his piercings; a mark of a life well lived.

At lunch, you couldn't help but stare. There was just something about the way he tilted his head back slightly when he laughed, slender fingers covering his mouth. He was wearing so many rings..so many bracelets, yet somehow, it didn't clash with his uniform.

You had never seen a guy seem so fashionable, sweet, and daring all in one package...yet here he was. What was there to do? Should you say something?

Yeah...yeah, you should say something...

You awkwardly shuffled your way over to his table, lunch tray in hand. He was in the middle of a conversation. Once you thought he had finished, you nodded slightly.

"Um...hi.." you smiled politely. "I just...I noticed that you and your friends are having a lot of fun...I don't mean to impose, but is it ok if I join you?"

"Yeah, of course you can...we don't mind a bit.." he smiled back. god, who knew he had a voice so deep?! why was everything about this guy so...perfect?!

You fought back a small blush and sat between a boy with dark blue hair, and the guy you were developing a crush on in question. It was so, so hard not to stare at him, his perfect teeth sparkling whenever he smiled at his friends, combined with the shine of his eyebrow piercing and stud in his nose? he was too bright, you were doomed!!

From time to time, you'd join in on the conversation, finally learning that your mysterious prince's name was Rantaro, before lunch eventually ended. Class came and went, and soon enough, it was time to head back to the dorms.

To your understanding, the library was open until 10. You checked your clock: 8. Perfect.

You quietly crept into the large room full of elaborate staircases and towering bookshelves, settling yourself down on an ever so comfortable leather loveseat, curled up with a book.

You stayed there peacefully for about an hour, before looking up upon hearing a small creak from the other cushion beside you. Sure enough, it was him.

"Amami..." You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle as you set your book back down.

"Hey.." He smiled up at you. "So...Anna Karenina, huh?" he pointed at your book. You had only just started it, but it had caught your attention so far. You simply nodded.

"You know, I haven't got the chance to read it yet?" He chuckled. "Well...I have. But Tolstoy's work is so long, I think I'd rather just read a summary..."

Your hands shook a bit at his closeness; at his eye contact. He was talking to you so sweetly, as though you two had been friends for a long time. It made you feel...overjoyed..yet...scared..

"...M-Maybe I'll write you a summary..someday..."

"If it's from you; I'd be happy to read it."

starbunii 2024 — all rights reserved. do not redistribute or translate to any other platforms

[desceros]

Hi, you probably don't remember me, but I'm the 🪻 anon that sent asks once or twice. Still very much a nervous fan! Your work and the way you write about your experiences and feelings still positively stun me every time I read your posts.

I've been thinking about writing for the tmnt and rottmnt universes for a while now, but I'm still very uncertain about my own interpretation of these characters. If it isn't too much to ask, I'd like to know how you do it??

Your work has such fluidity and... sense?? I don't really quite know how to put it into words, but it inspires me very much! Anyway, I guess I'm asking for writing tips?? I know each interpretation is unique and our own, but I can't help but adore yours! I hope you're having a good day/night, Ms. Desceros!

Ps: English is not my first language, so sorry if my rambling aren't really coherent. (〒 u 〒⁠)

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i do very much remember! and i'm so sorry i had this sitting in my inbox for forever and a day lmfaoooo i didn't want to rush the answer and instead give it proper thought/answer for you! :D

so it sounds like you're asking two different things here, which is 1) how do i establish strong characters, and 2) how do i construct flow in a fic.

characterization

for characters, it starts pretty simply with just consuming a lot of the character. for example, with the turtles, i've watched rise and bayverse both a lot. like, a lot a lot. enough that i can hear their voices in my head when i'm writing, because i've heard them so much.

specifically, i've watched it not just casually, but also with the ears of a writer. what words do each of the turtles use? how do they phrase things? when one of them gets annoyed, how does he communicate it? when they're scared, what do they say? how do they move their bodies? what do they do in the background of scenes where they aren't the focus?

once you feel like you kind of know the answers to those questions, the next step is just to write! i probably have about... hm... 30-50k of fic in my icloud that i wrote before i started posting things. the purpose of it was just to figure out how i liked the turtles to sound. because i write them as older adults, they sound just a little different than they do in the show. i inject my headcanons into their voices. these things change how they act, and i fiddled with it until i was happy with it. knowing i wasn't going to publish these made it really easy for me to get creative and push things, until i found the boundaries that i like and that feel good for me.

flow

so good flow is something that really comes with a lot of experience writing. it's one of those things you... pick up as you write a lot, so this part is going to be a bit more. hm. disconnected. nuanced. how you like things paced, how things feel good under your fingers; these are things you'll get better at as you go on. that said, it's something i've very consciously worked on myself, so i do have a few tips for you that'll hopefully speed up that process for you!

my biggest tip is to READ. find authors (fiction and fanfiction!) you like, and READ them. but again, we're not doing it recreationally, we're doing it as a writer.

read your favorite authors and think. think about the things they include and what they don't. what information do they convey in great detail? what information do they convey in exposition? what information do they leave for you to garner on your own? why do you like how they include things? why do you like what they don't? do you miss certain things? do you wish they wouldn't bother with others?

for example, i really love brining in the emotions of a scene. how something makes a character feel. basking in that is something i really love reading, so i have a lot of it in my writing. and i enjoy doing it without Telling you how someone feels. i don't say "donnie is sad." i tell you how his shoulders slump. how he gazes off to the side with a listless expression. how his eyes cloud over with uncertainty. these are things i've enjoyed reading, and so i've incorporated into my writing. i will slow down the flow of my fic, putting a bit of rubato on these moments, because i like how it feels.

i personally enjoy things to be very fluid, connecting from one scene to the next with as little a break as possible. think of french vs english. french is very fluid, english is very percussive. they're both languages, both good, they just sound different to the ear. part of constructing that, for me, means i write from beginning to end without skipping around. it's a style that has its pros and cons, but it allows me to have a single thread, unbroken, though the entire work.

ultimately, your writing is a stained glass of everything you love. the words you think are pretty, the turns of phrase that catch your eye, the verbs that bring action to life. this is the foundation of what people will call your "voice," and a large part of that is your flow, or pacing. i can't really... tell you how to create your stained glass. but this is how you can create your own, and make it something you find beautiful.

[fitgirlfemdom]

hi! I’m just curious about something you mentioned about not being explicitly into everything you post - do you think it’s attracted unwanted attention? would you rather discuss non-kink topics on here as well? I think it would be cool if you incorporated some of the other stuff you’re passionate about (anime, music, etc) 🖤

The real me is not as sexual as this account displays. I've been celibate for half a year and I masturbate maybe once or twice a week for like 20 min. I still write and draw NSFW content, but that's for my main art account that isn't linked here (this isn't for privacy or anything--i just have art moots that probably don't wanna see fat bears eating cake on their timeline 24/7).

90% of the stuff I write/have posted about, I'm into, and I enjoyed writing, especially my longer posts! If I wasn't interested in something, I wouldn't write about it for free. The issue was messages in my DMs, especially near the beginning of this account. It's why I tried enforcing the rule that if you send me face pics, I'd block you, because a lot of the people that messaged me I did not find sexually attractive. Without a face, it's much easier to RP. Also because of the dick pics. Don't get me wrong, some of you guys had very respectable cocks but I can't deny that it made me feel gross to be sent them without my consent.

The worst part was actually enjoying talking to some of you, and then realizing you clearly just used me as a dumping ground for your fetish pics, without any consideration as to who I was. It was like my DMs were just "Send Photos of Your Gut to 19 Year Old Girl Here" without any personality, any interest in who I was. Just a nameless girl who you could imagine your fantasies with. I'd ask about your day or what you were interested in, and I'd get a pic of your gut in an office chair with "whoaaaaa just drank two liters of soda :/ so bloated rn." How do I respond to that? "Good"? 😭

I think the worst DM I got was a guy saying I was "in denial about being a housewife," which I mean, I've dabbled in misogyny kink content before. Bimbofication is literally on my profile. I've never brought up my feminist views or politics, although I would consider myself a feminist, since all people should have equal rights and freedom of expression. I also believe housewives can be feminists. There is nothing on my account about my political views, nor about my career or education, because it's not important to writing porn about feeding dudes cake.

When I brushed him off with a "Haha," he just kept going, paragraphs and paragraphs about how he wanted me to be his trophy wife and clean his shit out of a bucket??? You don't even know me??? And I never responded, but it really just made me realize--just saying I'm into femdom, no matter what it is, is seen as a political transgression to these people. I'm literally into gentle femdom and want a chubby hubby/wife that I can make happy and secure financially. None of my posts are "Women are superior, men should be locked in cages." Most of my posts are "I want a gym guy who enjoys my cooking and jerks off a lot."

I DO use female supremacy tags sometimes because I use dozens of tags, and that's on me. I just type "fem" and click the ones that come up. I've also written works that are VERY misogynistic, like calling myself a fleshlight or literally writing fics about me getting gangbanged. I feel like this guy just saw "femdom" in my username and lost his mind. By tagging my stuff like this, I honestly was asking for trouble to come, so yeah, I think I just got unwanted attention I wasn't ready for.

In regards to talking about others topics, I just figured no one gave a shit, and people probably don't, but I am very passionate about metal music and music history. I have a useless amount of knowledge about various 90s/2000s metal bands and music from that time. If I get asked questions about it, I'll answer, and I DO need to follow more people on this website, but my current answer is: I don't know, maybe. I'll see how I feel.

[kelin-is-writing]

how would dabi react to s/o having a huge fear of thunderstorm?

[and, I'm so sorry for this, but I have a (shameless) request; I'd really appreciate it if you could write about this a little bit long (if you have time and want to do it ofc) ? because I have a fear of thunder and I'd like to read it when there's thunderstorm, to help me to get through it. thank you sm! <3]

anon, as someone who’s scared shitless of thunderstorms, this asks actually hits home for me lmfaosdjksdjskdjkdjk

dabi x fem!reader

it was saturday night and like always you two were sitting on the couch chilling and watching a movie for your usual marathon, commenting from time to time about the characters or the various scenes, everything was going smoothly and you both were relaxed; him sitting at your right in his usual position, elbows resting on the back of the couch manspreading while you just sat at his side cross-legged talking cheerfully about what you were watching. everything was awesome until suddenly, after a few mumbled rumbles, a loud on came from outside making you slightly flinch on the spot, something that dabi noticed right away turning towars you “is everything alright baby?”, he questioned leaning forward to have a better look at your face, you’ve suddenly turned pale and he could also see that you were slightly trembling, but despite all that your lips curled up in a trembling smile, uselessly trying to reassure him “yeah su—”, but you were cut off by another rumble that came louder than the one before, making a meancing flashlight explode outside and a scared shriek come through past your lips as you pulled up your hands to cover your ears while literally throwing yourself against dabi’s chest, welcomed by his arms that naturally went to surround your shoulders, one hand resting on the back of your head “you know you don’t have to act strong or tough around me.”, he calmly called out to you while looking down tenderly at your quivering figure as he caressed your head soothingly, hoping that would help you feel better “it’s just that– i don’t want you to think i’m overdramateek!”, you yelped once again as another thunderstorm broke out in a loud rumble, that made it seem like the walls were vibrating, your arms going to surround dabi’s torso, holding tightly onto him for dear life as you went to bury your face onto his chest.

he was taken a little aback from what you told him and also the way you were trembling uncontrollably, the way right now you were looking so defenseless and weak in his hold made him clench his jaw at remembering what you said; the raven haired villain shifted to pull up a leg on the couch, then he pulled you between them holding you even tighter while dragging you with him as he went to rest his back against the armrest while you were resting onto his chest, still trembling like a leaf “i would never mock your fears princess.”, his deep husky voice vibrated through his chest and then all over your body, sending a wave of reassurance and warmth that slowly made your trembling lessen by the second “that’s why never keep things to yourself and act tough, just lean on me.”, you relaxed your shoulders after listening to his words and lifted your head finding your faces one inch away from the other; his cerulean eyes glanced down at you intensely and you responded the same way, the second later he leaned down while you moved up to meet him midway and just like that your lips pressed together into an endearing loving kiss, molding together for a few moments before you two parted with a little ‘smooch’, never looking away from one another once your eyes locked.

you huffed a brief laugh before resting your head against his cleavage with an happy smile, an hand going to stop over his chest “i’m so thankful for your existence dabi, really.”, after this you felt his heartbeat quicken under your palm and your smile widened at hearing clearing his throat, most probably embarrassed, like every time you praised him or told him sweet words. it was simply so endearing to you.

“i’m truly thankful for your existence too, y/n.”, you opened your eyes widening them in surprise, when you were about to move your head to take a look at him though, dabi placed an hand on top of it gently pulling it down on his cleavage again “don’t... not now at least...”, dabi told you with weak voice, clearing his throat once again before he started to caress slowly and tenderly your hair, trying his best to make you relax and not think about the thunderstorm outside.

you hummed in response, conceding to the arsonist what he asked of you, smiling all giddy because you knew that right now he was beet red all over his face. dabi simply couldn’t handle all at once that amount of love, sincerity, kindness and endearingness, not without falling in love with you more as seconds goes by at least.

[taegimood]

hiiii mj!!! I got something for you! enjoy! ʚ♡⃛ɞ

"binnnn? binnie baby?? could you come give me a hand?" you call out to his waking figure, guilty that you had to wake him up but you were struggling to carry stacked boxes.

he sits up and groans briefly, not out of frustration but just needing to wake himself up a little more. he messes with his hair then fixes it out of his eyes, and though it was the cutest thing you've seen, your arms felt like they were about to fall off.

"what made you think you could carry all of these at the same time, hm bun?" his voice was slightly hoarse, scratching your brain in the best way possible.

he takes ahold of the box on top of the one you're hands are gripping onto, and the other two boxes are with him. he lifts them with a huff and gives you an incredulous look, in disbelief that you managed to even lift all three at the same time, even if it was for a moment.

"I just wanted to move things around quicker, we have only a few hours until your friends are over and I still need to hang up these decorations and then cook and the drinks!— oh my god I forgot the—"

"hey, you could've asked me for help. you know I'd be happy to help you." he kisses your forehead, passing by you and placing the boxes down where your head was tilting towards.

"I know! that's why I didn't tell you, binnie. because I know you're so tired and you need that rest. I wanted to see how much I could do things myself." you move over to the other side of the wall, placing down the box with a strong exhale.

once you stand straight you place your hands on your hips, bending your back as far back then forward as you can to stretch out the pain.

"I told you, you're too good for your own good." soobin says to you gently, walking over to you and holding onto your lower back, thumbs pressing into you in circular motions to relieve the tension. "and if you hurt yourself then I couldn't forgive myself when that could have been easily avoided."

"binn~ you're so dramatic, I wouldn't have hurt myself." you assure him. the pressure in his massage felt so good, you felt your head loll back and he lets out a chuckle.

"I'm just saying, I'm here to help you, baby." he kisses your shoulder from behind you, his hands trailing upwards until they rested a little higher up on your torso. "in more ways than one, just remember that."

you hum in agreement while soobin continues to spoil you with a little more gentle kisses fluttering along your left to the right side of your back.

"I- um, I think we should get back to decorating, bin." you straighten out your posture while soobin's hands are still lingering on your body.

"okay, the offers still up if you want to tonight." he hugs you from behind, swaying you a little side to side.

"sounds great, baby. then you can get some good rest after." you chuckle and soobin shakes his head at you.

"oh, there's no sleeping when I'm doing you."

SKEDNSLKDJSKDKS ?!?!?! WHATTT did i do to deserve this ?!?!? THANK YOU 🥹 wails into the night

i need domestic sleepy smoochie strong boyfie soob DESPERATELY or i will die. just imagining his trail of kisses and that deep voice murmuring offers and promises… RAHHHHHHHHH 👹👹👹 i wanna be domestic w him so bad :(((

should i write you something too now heheheh