#i hope i wrote indulgent correctly

[kezelreads]

WIP Talon du Couteau x Reader

[hxney-lemcn]

The Riddle of Love — Gotham! Edward Nygma x gn! reader

summery: Edward's interest shifts to someone who indulges in his love of riddles.

tw: bullying (?), kristen kringle is a warning all her own in this fic, implied rejection (not really tho, Ed's just awkward).

a/n: I hope so much that I wrote all these characters correctly. I have riddler fever rn and really wanted to write for him, but I've always been scared that I'd write him too ooc. I think I did good tho.

wc: 3.1k

Master List

“What is it that no one wants to have, but no one wants to lose either?” I asked. I already knew it was a lost cause. Edward Nygma was the smartest man I had ever met. Dorky? Yes. Nerdy? Absolutely. Smart? Incredibly. So trying to impress him at his own game wasn’t exactly the smartest move. Yet, the first time I gave him a riddle to solve (which he solved ridiculously fast), I don’t think I’d ever seen him so happy. So I continued to scour the internet in my free time to try and find obscure riddles. 

Although this riddle wasn’t that obscure. I was running out of riddles to find, and I sure as hell couldn’t make my own. 

“A lawsuit,” Eddie replied without missing a beat, still focusing on testing blood samples. 

I couldn’t stop the pout that formed on my face, “It’s not fair how smart you are.”

I didn’t see Ed’s lips twitch up, how the praise I didn’t think twice about saying impacted him more than he’d like to admit. It was quiet for a few minutes, and I looked back down to the papers I had brought with me. Sometimes, I found myself working in the forensic lab when I could. One of the perks of being a criminal data analyst. I could make my notes on paper, and then just copy them into the computer later. 

Since I was a data analyst, I was in the record archives often. I was acquainted with Kristen Kringle, which obviously led me to Edward Nygma. She would complain about him if I came in after he had left. At that point I didn’t know him, but I also found her complaints unfounded. I’d let her vent, but I’d also speak up for him, which made her glance away in what I assume was guilt. Then there were the unfortunate times that I’d walk in on his awkward flirting. I’d just tensely put away or take the files I needed for my research and leave them to it. 

But after enough times, I’d caught him in the middle of one of his riddles. An easy one, probably to dumb it down for Kringle so she’d be enticed to answer it in the first place. Yet he had caught the attention of the wrong person. Although that didn’t seem to put a damper on his mood. He only sent me a tight lipped smile with a little ‘ding ding ding!’. That’s how I was caught hook line and sinker. His mannerisms were oddly endearing to me, and that’s how our odd little friendship formed. 

I was brought out of my reverie as Eddie shuffled over to his microscope, “I am a nine lettered word and rhyme with perfection; I am another name for love. What am I?”

I blinked, not ready for a riddle, even though I always should be in the presence of him. I looked up from my work, and I noticed how Eddie was sweating, his cheeks flushing a bright red. I tapped the metal table anxiously, the word love had thrown me off my game and my brain felt empty of anything else. I mumbled words under my breath that rhyme with perfection. 

“Deception, reception, perception,” I mumbled, yet none of them fit the rest of the rhyme. The longer I took, the more anxious Eddie seemed to get. “Affection. Oh! The answer is affection!”

Ed cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses, “Y-yes, that is correct. G-good job.” My proud smile fell into a more awkward one, thinking over the implications. That riddle sounded like one he’d save for Kringle. Was he running out of riddles as well? The thought alone was preposterous. It was tense for a bit. And when I realized I had nothing left to do but input the current data I had on some wanna be gang leader. The sad part is I knew that the cops aren’t going to be the first ones who get them. 

Even though I needed to leave, it felt wrong for some reason. To leave the situation after Edward had seemed to admit something in his unique way of sharing. I didn’t want to assume his feelings, yet I knew he also wasn’t one to just state them willingly. Biting my lip anxiously, I decided to just do it. 

Walking over towards Ed’s hunched form, I leaned down to place a light kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see ya later Eddie.” Then I booked it out of the room, leaving behind a very flustered dork. 

It wasn’t much later in the day when Doctor Lee Thompson entered my office. It wasn’t much of an office. The dark walls made the space feel enclosed, and it barely fit my desk and the few cabinets it held. Yet I didn’t mind it since it was a space for myself. Lee, on the other hand, was another acquaintance whose office was nowhere near mine. She’d only come to my office for a few reasons, if it was work related (which was rare since our departments weren’t similar), or if it was personal. Sometimes she fessed that it seemed I needed some company, that it would do me no good to spend all this time alone in my office. Other times…it was on a more personal note, about Eddie and I’s relationship. 

She plopped a candy bar on my desk, a placating move that was all too familiar.

“You must’ve done a real number on Ed,” She smirked, sitting on my desk. Due to the tiny size of the room, and the nature of my job, I didn’t have a seat for guests. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. Deep down, I knew exactly what she meant. I knew Edward was an awkward man, and his experience with flirting was an ultimate zero. Yet it was hard to imagine that he was still affected by a small gesture of affection… Okay maybe the gesture wasn’t that small, for either of us, but still! 

Lee’s smirk widened, “I think you know exactly what. Poor little Ed kept stumbling over his words when I brought you up. Something must’ve happened.”

I unwrapped the candy bar as she spoke, wanting to avoid any thought of the earlier moment. Looking back it was so awkward and a terrible attempt at…what? Flirting? Was that my intention? I didn’t even know my own intentions! 

I took a bite from the candy bar, savoring the sweet flavor before having to explain the painfully awkward memory. When I managed to explain the event, Lee couldn’t stop herself from chuckling, causing me to finish my candy bar with a bitter look. 

“That sounds like something you’d both do,” She smiled.

“What’s that supposed to mean,” I huffed, trying to fight off the flush of embarrassment I felt. 

“Nothing,” She sighed wistfully. “But you two really take your time, huh?” 

“Shut up,” I scowled. 

“Okay, okay,” She threw her hands up in mock surrender. “I’ll stop teasing…for now. But seriously, I think you two would be cute together.”

I let out a childish groan, “I get it. Is there anything else you need?” 

“No,” She smiled as she stood up. “Just wanted to see what had Ed all wound up.”

I rolled my eyes, but my heart skipped a beat at the implication. As Lee saw herself out, my mind kept racing. What was Ed doing right now? What was he thinking about? Did he really care enough about my opinion, about my affection, that he was still affected by it? I stared at my computer screen, the cursor blinking mindlessly. Glancing at the time, I scowled as I realized I still had 30 minutes left to my shift. The idea of going home, having a relaxing dinner and then maybe treating myself to a warm bath. 

…

That was only the beginning. It seems that Eddie’s admiration had shifted from Kristin Kringle to me. It was flattering, to say the least. At least to me. Once I gained Ed’s attention, I seemed to have gained his colleagues attention as well. Typically, I didn’t work with the officers, I’d research criminals, then that data would be added to the files. So when I walked past James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, I never thought twice. But when Ed had waved at me, that cute tight lipped smile on his face as I waved back, a smile of my own adorning my face, it drew the attention of the two detectives. 

"Careful Ed,” Harvey mocked. “Don’t wanna scare them off.” Jim only glanced up briefly, not interested in the situation in the least. I watched as Ed’s smile twitched for a second, Harvey’s words seeming to get to him. I felt my smile slip, not liking how they treat him in the slightest.

“He…didn’t do anything wrong,” I shrugged, before waving goodbye, making my way to the record archives. Not only them, but even Kringle was looking at me more than just as a person to vent to. 

“I feel sorry for you,” She stated, adjusting her thick rimmed glasses. Her hazel eyes held their usual air of judgment as she placed some files back in their spots. 

“Why?” I asked, flipping through to find the person I needed. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, raising one of her perfectly maintained eyebrows. “Edward’s got his eyes on another victim.” I frowned, anger bubbling within me at the way she always found new ways to insult him. 

“I wouldn’t describe it like that,” I managed to grit out. “I find the sentiment sweet.”

“Wait,” Kringle paused, turning to look at me with disbelief. “Do you…like him?”

I sighed, finding it hard to focus on the task at hand with this irritating conversation, “Would there be something wrong with that?”

“Isn’t it kind of weird how fast he switched?” She asked, a hint of jealousy in her tone. “I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before he loses interest in you.”

I slammed the cabinet shut in a bout of rage, leaving the room before I do something I may regret…or lose my job over. As I exited, my scowl worsened when I realized I didn’t even get what I needed. 

“Hello!” Edward’s excited voice greeted me as I entered the break room. When my gaze landed on him, I felt my expression soften, my shoulder’s relaxing. His brown eyes were so expressive, that silly smile on his face never failed to melt my heart. 

“Hey,” I muttered back. Looking over the options in the vending machine. Just get something to eat, and hopefully I’ll feel better. 

“Is…something the matter?” He asked, fidgeting with his glasses. I let out a long sigh as I sat across from him at one of the few tables. 

Taking a bite of my snack, I took some time to gather my thoughts and feelings, “Sometimes I just hate people.”

His eyebrows raised, nervously fidgeting with his tie, “Th-that’s…understandable.”

“Sorry,” I muttered, finally cooling down. “Someone was just saying some really mean things and it got to me.”

Edwards’ demeanor changed in an instant, a frown replacing his smile, and his eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of concern and anger, “Who?”

I blinked, “What?”

“Who insulted you?” He asked, fists clenched. This wasn’t what I was expecting. He would get annoyed, yeah, but he’d always just stew in it until he calmed down. And he was barely angry when I was around, which was something I was proud of. So seeing him react so harshly was unusual. It made me feel a bit appreciated, that he cared enough to get this angry over it, yet it was also unsettling.

“They…they were insulting you,” I clarified, rubbing my arm awkwardly. “And trust me, I was ready to do some things that would’ve gotten me fired.”

Ed blinked, calming down drastically at the revelation, “Oh.” 

“Yeah,” I shrugged. “I swear if she says one more damned thing about you I’m gonna…” I strangled the air, the only way I could express how frustrated her insults made me.

Edward fake coughed, his cheeks tinged a light pink, “I assume you mean Miss Kringle.”

I paused, hoping it didn’t hurt that his past interest was still as rude as ever. “I didn’t even manage to get the files I needed,” I grumbled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“...I can get them for you,” I felt my heart crack. Was he still interested in her? Was that why he was so ready to go into the den of the woman who so readily insults him? 

“Oh, no you don’t have to do that,” I shook my head. “I’ll just have Lee do it.”

Ed blinked, seeming to think over something before standing up, “I’ll be right back.” Before he was fully out the door he paused, “Whose case files did you need?”

I couldn’t help the tiny grin at how eager he was as I gave him the names of the people I needed files on. Yet that smile fell. Was he really so excited to get a chance to see Kringle that he almost left without knowing what files he needed? I finished my snack, getting a drink from the vending machine while I was at it. My mind continued to make up terrible scenarios that could be happening at that moment. How she could manage to crush Ed’s precious heart even more than she’s already managed to.

Ed was back quicker than I realized. It took him less than ten minutes! He set the files I needed on the table, that tight lipped grin on his face as he waited for my input.

“Oh! Thank you!” I thanked, flipping through the files to make sure they were all there. “She didn’t give you any trouble, did she?”

“No,” He replied simply. As I met his gaze, that’s when I finally realized that he was truly over Kringle. I should’ve felt disturbed at how intense his gaze was, at how strong his emotions seemed to be when he wasn’t even trying. Yet I only felt flattered, important, and wanted. Emotions I wasn’t completely used to, and caused my heart to stutter at how strong my own emotions were becoming. 

Standing up, I leaned in and kissed his cheek again, this time a bit more confident then the last time I did. I waved goodbye as I walked out with the files he gave me. I felt pride swell within me as I watched Eddie become a flustered mess as I left. It was a good mood lifter as I watched him fumble with his usual nervous ticks, before he was finally out of my sight. 

…

Edward’s courting tactics only seemed to grow after that. I wasn’t sure what changed him to do so. I could only speculate that Lee had something to do with it. She kept stopping by my office, asking how Ed and I were doing like she hadn’t just seen us the day before. I can’t lie, I was reveling in the attention that Ed was giving me, and I could tell he’d revel in my attention as well. A mutual pining on both sides. 

Normally, I’d be okay with that. Too scared to try and push things forward. Edward Nygma was different. He was just so…amazing. I’ve never felt so strongly towards someone. He was sweet, attentive, smart, and overall lovely. I couldn’t just settle for pining, I wanted to experience what it would be like as his lover. 

Which led me to this horrendous mess up of a confession.

I dressed up a bit nicer than usual, hoping to impress the cute dork. I felt confident in myself, an emotion I don’t feel regularly. I greeted Lee, who seemed like she guessed the occasion and sent me a wink when I walked past. 

“Hey Eddie,” I greeted, setting a cup of coffee down on the counter.

“Oh! Hello,” He greeted me, smiling. “You seem chipper this morning.”

Nudging the coffee towards him I smiled back, “It’s a good day today. I got you a coffee.”

“You didn’t need to,” Ed replied sheepishly, not used to people giving him things. 

I only shrugged, “I wanted to.” I tapped the counter I was leaning on as nerves started to slowly creep through me. So, before my anxiety could get the best of me, I blurted out, “What is mine but only you can have?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Ed actually paused to answer a riddle for the first time during this little game we had. His eyes flitted around the room, like he was trying to avoid the answer. I know he was smart enough to figure it out, so the fact he was taking so long to answer caused my heart rate to spike from anxiety. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I was reading the room wrong. I blame Lee for feeding me a wrong understanding. 

“I…uh…” Ed stuttered over his words, sweat dripping down the side of his face. Shit, shit, shit! I shouldn’t have said that. He does know the answer, I found it online easily, he obviously knows. He doesn’t feel the same and now he’s trying to find a way to politely reject me. 

“Nevermind!” I exclaimed, trying to quell my nerves by getting the fuck out of here. “Stupid riddle! Never needs an answer. I should get to work.”

“W-wait!” Eddie called out, making me stop in my tracks. So close yet so far. “I can be a fruit, I can be on a calendar, I can be important, and I can be forgotten. What am I?”

Turning back around, I watched as Eddie picked at his nails. We both seemed like complete messes at the moment. It was hard for me to think of anything due to my previous failure of admitting my feelings. I bit my lip awkwardly, trying to stop myself from making any more of a fool of myself.

“I…I’m not sure Eddie,” I chuckled solemnly.

Clearing his throat, he adjusted his glasses before admitting, “A date. W-would you accompany me on one?” I stared at him with wide eyes, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Y-yeah! Of course I will!” That tinge of embarrassment was quickly overpowered by exhilaration. The smile that stretched across my face almost hurt with how big it was. Eddie’s smile was also wide as he still couldn’t meet my eyes.

“Is…is tonight okay? Dinner? 7 o’clock?”

“That sounds perfect.” 

And to make the moment better, I kissed his cheek before parting, excited for what the night held for us.

[14dayswithyou]

I find myself under massive pressure because of my finals.

So I find myself horny.

May we have some whimpering/overstimulated, tied up [REDACTED] after getting his brattiness fucked right out of them?

(I'm sleepy, tired and depressed. Not sure if I wrote this ask correctly cuz It's not my first language so, um, sorry)

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaaaa I hope your finals go well!! <3 You can do this (if you haven't already!!) ^^

NOTE: Angel is gender neutral (as always) but they have a pp in this one!!! It can be a real one or a strap on -- whateva you prefer!

"F-Fuuuuck."

He practically whines into the open air, dark hair pooling underneath his head as [REDACTED] languidly shifts his hips against your length. He almost loses composure (or what's left of it) the moment your hands descend upon his chest — though once they start to travel lower, he's all but buckling against the bedsheets and slinking away.

"Ngh— Shit," He almost bites his tongue, "Wait!"

Your mind registers his words, though your hands continue their descent until they tangle themselves in a patch of dark, thick curls. Admiring the way [REDACTED]'s face morphs into strained pleasure, you brush past his weeping cock in favour of pushing his legs up to meet his chest and sinking deeper into his inviting heat.

"Oi! I said wait! 'M still—" He keens out when he feels the heavy weight and stretch of your shaft inside him, making his body ache in all the right places. "—Can't. 'M still sensitive... Give me a secon—"

His head falls back when you start to thrust once more.

"I can't! 'M gonna shoot blanks!" Your dark-haired hacker lets out a shaky laugh before trying to cover his reddening cheeks with his arm, only to realise that they were still tied to the headboard by his belt. "Ah! F-Fu—"

You try to soothe his slight discomfort by pressing hot kisses against his collarbone and neck, though that only seems to encourage him to writhe on your length even more and whimper about how overstimulated he's feeling. Yet despite the pain, your dark-haired boyfriend can't help but surrender himself to your affection — immediately leaning into your kisses and shamelessly rutting his hips despite the ache.

It seems that despite everything, he could never refuse your touch.

"Feels good..." He rasps out, "Feels s'good. Please."

He's not sure what he's begging for. For you to speed up, to slow down, to go harder — his mind becomes a hazy mess of you, you, you, as you fuck him through yet another orgasm for the night.

He doesn't mind that you're not giving his cock any attention, instead letting it bounce between your bodies as he comes undone on your own.

"I'm gonna—" He's babbling now, mouth hanging wide open as his eyes roll back, "Gonna cum again— Gonna— Ah!"

Your name falls from his lips like a mantra as the hacker's back arches off the mattress. [REDACTED] was right when he said that he'd start shooting blanks soon, because if it weren't for the look of ecstatic bliss on his face and the drawn-out moan, you wouldn't have known that he just came again.

A satisfied sigh falls from his lips as he blinks away the tears, and he can only look at you with soft eyes that beg you to come closer and rest your heartbeat against his.

Indulging him, you lean up to remove the restraints around his wrists, peppering his face with soft, kitten kisses and gentle nuzzles as you go along. You can feel [REDACTED]'s lips curl into a soft smile against your skin, but not before he playfully bites down on your neck and sends a shiver up your spine.

Oh?

Taking that as your chance to lean back and look at his smug expression, you send him a mischievous grin of your own before spreading his legs wide open once more.

"Still feeling bratty, are we?" You pull back, "Luckily for you; I didn't get to come yet."

[3terna15unshin3]

Rockstar

Matty won't shut up about Este's success

1103 words

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a/n: Once again this was not requested but I looooovveeee the idea of Matty being Este’s biggest supporter through big moments in her career so here i wrote about it🥰🥰 it’s a bit short but lmk what u think!

(I wrote an entire 15 chapter fic of this universe! Read it here if you want more Matty and Este😌)

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“A 35,000 person capacity festival is just unfathomable to me. I can’t even picture that many people—let alone going up and performing for them. Being present in the crowd at your headline set back in 2019, where I specifically remember being impressed by you and your rockstar-esque poise and confidence, I can’t help but wonder if these crazy performances are an easier pill to swallow now? With that experience?”

Matty humbly shot down the ‘rockstar’ comment.

“That’s very kind, but I mean the festival crowds are something I really will never get used to. The pure size of them is one thing, but there’s also this energy of needing to win them over. Keep their attention. It’s a lot of pressure, so I don’t think I can say that I find it easy.”

The interviewer nodded their head in understanding, comfortably sat on a chair across from Matty and asking him a few questions before him and the band took the stage at Big Weekend 2023 in Dundee.

“Yeah, totally. And I’m sure it’s interesting going straight into a summer full of these big festivals straight after the break you’ve just been on, right?” They asked.

He draped one leg over the other before answering. “A bit. It’s always nice to warm back up with a headline show since that’s where we feel the most comfortable. Also—as silly as it sounds—three weeks was a long fucking time. For me, at least. When we’re in an album cycle and touring the shit out of it, it’s so rare for us to stop for that long.”

“What do you get up to when you’re off nowadays? I can sense a workaholic vibe from you, so is that time spent in the studio? Jumping to the next thing now that Being Funny has been out and heard and loved?” The interviewer said in a thick Scottish accent, shuffling their cards as they spoke.

“You sensed the vibe correctly,” Matty confirmed, “though it’s not entirely ‘work’ to me, I guess. It’s just the way I make sense of the world, sort of dunno what else I’d do. So yes, I did write and I am working on the next album. But I didn’t get around to it right away, since I spent some time celebrating first,”

“That’s a very artistic answer, Matty. That writing isn’t work and is ‘the way you make sense of the world’,” They joked, earning a sheepish chuckle from Matty. “May I ask if you were celebrating anything in particular? The success of your UK tour?”

“It wasn’t that self indulgent,” he explained, “I was hoping you’d ask because I love talking about it. My girlfriend is a writer for The Guardian, and she just had a huge piece of hers published. She’s the real rockstar out of the both of us, to be honest.” Matty’s face immediately lit up at the chance to gush about Este, figuring she wouldn’t mind.

He thought back to moment she gave him a call to break the news with a fond smile.

“Hi, love.” he said after he picked up.

Este was bursting at the seams with joy to say what she said next. She couldn’t even bear to greet him a ‘hello’ back.

“It’s going to be on the front.”

He dropped the chopsticks once gripped in his hands. “You’re fucking joking.”

Her smile was so wide it hurt her cheeks as she paced around the small office she shared with a few other writers she worked with. She giggled, nodding even though Matty couldn’t see her.

“17th of May. They chose mine as the Culture spotlight,” Este explained, “So there’s a snippet headline on the cover, and then you’ll flip to Books & Entertainment and my name will be the biggest one. Not just in my usual column.”

“You’re fucking joking me!” He repeated himself, audibly joyful with a volume so high she had to pull her phone away from her ear.

“Matty, you’re screaming. I hope you’re not in public,”

He was, and didn’t care. “I’m at a very nice and small Japanese restaurant that is so quiet that every single person here is looking at me like I’m crazy, for your information. Este’s on the fucking cover!” Matty exclaimed equally as loud.

She heard busy and happy commotion in the back, making out a few congratulatory remarks from the guys and the touring crew. Blush crept onto her cheeks, trying to squeeze a ‘thank you’ through to them between Matty and his continued rambles.

“I’m just so fucking proud, baby. Every time I get to read the newest thing you write it somehow tops the last—I don’t know how you do it. Actually, it’s quite annoying. Seems too effortless. It’s about time they print your name all big!” he endlessly complimented.

“I love you so much.” Este shortly said.

He could hear the grin in her voice. “Can’t be that much if I love you more,” Matty argued, “Sorry that was a bit cringe. Hann is rolling his eyes. You’re in love too, bro! Don’t act like I’m weird for it!”

“Her name’s Este Manansala, by the way. M-A-N-A-N-S-A-L-A,” Matty spelt out her surname to make sure they got it correctly, “She writes on books and literature, so it was an article about Yellowface by R.F. Kuang, a new novel out. A really, really thought-provoking conversation about white vs. minority authors—the nuances of being an author of colour. From a great perspective, too, since she’s Filipino and a woman and an immigrant. You should go read it,”

He stared down the camera lens to the hypothetical viewers, as if he could say it straight to them.

“But hell, check out all of her past stuff as well. Genuinely the most humble and intelligent human I’ve ever known. Plus I’ve written pretty much every love song of mine since like 2019 about her, so if you like my music then you have her to thank as well. Anyway—I’ve just overtaken this interview to talk about my girlfriend—sorry, mate.” apologised Matty, though he wasn’t all that apologetic.

“Don’t be sorry! I love it. She sounds incredible,” The interviewer beamed, matching his energy and feeling the admiration Matty had for her through the air.

“She is.” He smiled wide.

“If she really is the rockstar like you described, I feel like I can say that you’re her groupie.”

They belly-laughed together. Matty pictured Este’s smug expression and the way she’d definitely use that line to tease him in the future.

“Oh—I’m telling her you just said that. She’ll love it. Because you 100% can.”

[canaidliafail]

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streamer ellie Williams x dancer reader 🌿

Id call this an excessively long shitpost. It is in the same timeline with staygrounded but I wrote it down for self indulgent reasons such as -to no ones surprise- venting. It ain’t good btw but its getting better I think.

CW: first of all, reader is a dancer/ dance teacher || short mention of self harm || MDI: there are sexual themes if I remember correctly || Ellie being very gay

If you by any chance do enjoy this concept I don’t mind writing a part 2 tho. Requests are open ✨

“you blame it on the drugs I dont give a fuck cause the damage is done,

and you talk about suicide, its the way you manipulate”

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

gossip, rumors, spreading a false narrative and falling in love with being a victim of life and most importantly a victim of you.

So many things that could have been said about her. So many and yet all sat stale at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to rip her to shreds, put a curse on her and considered spending life in prison for premeditated murder. Then you cried and just prayed she would leave you alone and that she would find happiness and that you would never hear anything about it. You scratched your arms, the stitches holding your flesh together getting irritably itchier day by day. flesh that you so willingly sliced a week ago and regretted right after.

It was fucking embarrassing to fall to such depths of despair and misery cause of love. In life we allow things to happen to us. Saying that was comfort of some sorts. It gave you control over a situation that you were dragged around like a puppet.

Could truly another person's venom poison you this irreversibly?

And while you did crave love and attention you refused to humiliate yourself by asking for it,let alone admit to it.

“she didn’t love you, she loved the idea of being with you. You have to realize it baby, You are a known figure now…People will do that to you. This is a whole new world you just entered”

You shook your head and dully stared at the screen playing lo-fi on loop

“New world ? Feels like I'm back in high school”

You sat on the other end of the couch numb and mute. It had been a week since you spoke to your roommate and two since you last saw your whole friend group. You warned them

“I can’t talk but I really need you”

and they came and would chime in to whatever little but you were willing to share that night.

You all woke up around the same time the next day, exam season not really willing to cooperate with your mental breakdown and started getting ready. You had already failed 2 subjects. shit was not going your way so on the fourth day you just gave up and decided to go with the flow

“how bad can it get”

bit of advice fellas, never fucking say that cause it CAN get worse.

While initially you were well prepared for exams, You mixed up the days when you were supposed to submit assignments and the days when you were taking a written exam.

2 failed subjects, 4 more to go.

4 failed subjects… 2 more to go

Hot girl summer just doesn’t feel the same once you hit your 20s it seems.

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You were aimlessly watching one story after the other,barely there and hardly caring what exactly you were looking at. Abby had just posted one cryptic photo with a girl you saw around in the community and smiled. You could tell something was going on with her and that other streamer girl and you smiled. You thought they were a good match and quite frankly you were just glad to see that some people were doing better in their love life than you ever could. It gave you hope that things like that still existed even if you weren't meant to experience them. Ellie had also just posted and you took a minute longer to appreciate her slender form dressed in tights and a top while horse riding. She was hot and she knew it and you liked that attitude of hers. You checked the next story which was a black screen with a text

*I fell off my horse two minutes after taking that pic*

And chuckled. Your eyes drifted off to the green square mark and cocked a brow

Oh?

So you were in her close friends ?

You sat up

“Wait since when has she-” You asked yourself out loud and noticed that indeed she was following you. In the midst of working on new content and getting out of your depressive slump you started checking your social less and less too busy with dance practice and trying to enjoy life and it seemed like in the middle of your subtle break things…. Happened

Maybe a few months ago when you were down bad for her this would’ve affected you but now you just shrugged and closed your phone. You need to get back to practicing a new dance combo for a video and you couldn’t be bothered. Your ex had scared you off from dating public figures for good. Dating was a strong word…You hardly wanted even a fling at this point.

You got dressed up and put on a wig, fixing your makeup in place and making a movement test before you went to the studio to record the new choreo so that you could only worry about the variation and not have any unnecessary technical issues. The studio was a few minutes away from your place by bus and you put on the songs you planned on rehearsing to get in the mood on your way there humming softly and tuning out any other thought polluting your mind.

There's was a text notification from the user

Elliefuckingwilliams

Which you forced yourself to ignore refusing to entertain whatever she could have texted you. If this was a month ago maybe you would have but now you didnt want to.

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Ignoring her was your plan until you posted the new video of your dance which admittedly you did look good and may have been one of your best videos up to date. Ellie Was the third like on that post and she had shamelessly double texted you. You chewed on your lip nervous and uncertain

“She texted me again”

Ophelia, your roommate, peeked her head from her iPad and looked at you curious

“Who?”

“Ellie”

“ELLIE?! WAIT THE ELLIE?!” She jumped up and for a moment you for sure she came for your throat but instead clutched the blankets on your couch

“And what do you mean again ?! When did all of this happen ?”

“Relax it all started today and you know I wanted to tell you once we had time to properly hang out” You said fighting back a smile knowing that this was a victory. Ophelia had suffered you for months crying over your ex, then thirsting over Ellie and then back to square one. You owed her an update on your emotional affairs which you swore that they would stay stagnant.

“So what did she say ?”

You opened the Direct messages

Elliefuckingwilliams: Hey I have a question

Elliefuckingwilliams: Is your studio in Seattle ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: I have a project and am looking for a dance instructor. Let me know if you would be interested in a collab

“Ah. Just work stuff it seems”

“EXCUSES SHE JUST WANTS TO EAT YOU OUT AND IS LOOKING FOR A EXCUSE”

“You are shameless”

You stared at each other with a smirk fighting to break through, wanting to seem equally serious despite the ridiculous situation.

“She does not”

“She does. I’m betting 50 dollars”

Oh fuck off ill just roll you a blunt”

“A WIN IS A WIN” she said with her hands in the air “No come on! Respond already you are driving me crazy”

You rolled your eyes and considered her offer. You were taken aback cause Ellie didn’t seem like she would do anything with…dancing. However you weren’t new to influencers trying new things to get back on the algorithms favor so you brushed it off as her chasing new heights to her already growing fame.

-Hey, I’m not sure where you are exactly and it isn’t my studio. I am just renting the space but I could give you a lesson or two

Elliefuckingwilliams: Sweet! When are you available ? I have a gap next week otherwise it can be next month

You stared at her immediate response and quirked your brow in approval. Professional and straight to the point. You could respect that. Not what you were aiming for. You tried to ignore the previous conversations you two had that showed above her new messages. Your fruitless attempts at getting her attention in the most stupid of ways. Can’t blame a girl for trying. Shoot for the stars they say. You’ll land on dirt but hey, at least you gave it a fair shot and therefore no one could blame you for trying.

-This week is good. Say Friday ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: Yeah yeah cool! I'll text you the day before so that you can tell me your location and everything

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Ophelia who was on all fours on your couch desperately trying to steal a glance at your phone screen. You tossed it on one of the floor cushions

“Not a date. I’m just gonna be her dance instructor so looks like you owe me that blunt”

“Nu-uh. Bet you’ll be raw dogging in the studio. We will see who wins on Friday”

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“And the dance floor is filling up with blood, But oh, Lord you’ve never been so in love”

ELLIE’s POV

Ellie was convinced that God had specifically hand crafted her body to be incapable of dancing. She had no coordination and perhaps was even tone deaf which was ridiculous for someone who played the guitar and sang. Not that she was a pro at that either but who creates a musician who doesn’t understand how to step on notes in any way other than with an instrument ? So now that she had texted you she was frantic, bouncing her leg up and down and chewing on the flesh around her fingernails.

“What's gotten into you?”

Dina asked while folding clothes. She was at her and Jesse's apartment for the night and she had yet to tell them about her new crush and her impatient attempt at getting to see you as soon as possible. Ellie was aware of you as a creator. Be it from a post-share on her friends stories or you falling on her timeline she would see you here and there. She vividly remembered a month where you peaked and she went from seeing you once every two months at best to seeing you every week. And she was curious as to why was everyone going crazy over you and your content. You seemed to interact mostly with Abby’s girl.

That’s how Ellie referred to the girl Abby seemed to be crushing on. In a game of broken telephone and who told what, Ellie planned on seeing how close Abby was with her girl and if that was close enough for her to ask if she could…well ask her about you and then somehow for that information to get back to you.

But all that plan failed the second Ellie asked

“So is Cotton dating anyone?”

And Abby took that horribly wrong and now was set on gatekeeping her. Ellie was awkward and a mess and couldn’t communicate properly what she wanted because to her, what she asked was obvious and had no hidden meaning or intention but the world around her didn’t work like that and she struggled so fucking hard with it.

Ellie’s second grant failure was when she followed you back. She was sure that you wouldn’t have missed it. But the silence was so loud it was deafening. You were still posting but you were otherwise quiet everywhere else. You rarely even watched her stories at this point so Ellie decided to grow a backbone and some balls and directly message you.

She flinched at the dry responses she gave you to your previous interactions which back then seemed professional but now they seemed…So distant.

Finally, she texted you.

and you responded.

“Dina I did a stupid thing”

Dina tossed the clothes in the wardrobe and kicked close giving up on tidying Jesse’s shit

“Ok, stupid how? Like speaking money or-”

“I texted my crush-”

“You have a crush?”

“Yes and so I texted her and-”

“Who is she ?”

“A content creator, anyways so I texted her”

“WHo?”

“Dina can you let me talk?!” she said frustrated and Dina grinned. She went to the kitchen aisle to grab a bottle of water and tossed another one Ellie’s way. She leaned against the counter listening to her friend endless yawping about this new crush. she called her twice a day until Friday, and would recite every move and gesture she planned on using to seduce you. Dina would turn each one down by saying

“You do realize that when you see her you will just shit your pants from excitement and won't say anything right?”

So ellie would hang up and call a few hours later with a new plan that aligned more with how she typically acted.

When Friday came she showered twice and changed outfits over and over again, as a result she was late. She was proud of her fit since the sleeveless turtleneck did a nice job at hugging her slim, well built frame and showed off her toned arms that took years of calisthenics to build and paired with a baggy pair of sweatpants she felt like she had the biggest dick in the city.

But once she parked outside of the studio you mentioned cold sweat ran down her spine and her hands felt clammy and sticky from anxiety.

what the hell am I doing

she questioned and rested her head against the steering wheel. She drummed her fingers on the soft leather and hummed a melody to ease her nerves till she heard light tapping on the window. She lifted her head and looked up and there you were. hair loose, shorts and a baggy graphic T that had a faded graffiti-like artwork of spiderman.

She hated how much she loved the sight in front of her.

she opened her door and slid out trying to gather her stuff in a hurry

“Hi sorry, were you waiting long? I missed the bus and had to wait a bit until the next one came…”

“no no! Its cool I was just, ugh trying to calm down cause I'm nervous”

you smiled and lowered your brows in empathy

“I assumed you would. You don't have experience in dancing right? Or at least you haven’t mentioned it anywhere”

She winced at how obvious her lie was and she didn’t know how to answer to that

I don’t dance but If that’s what it takes to fuck you then sure I can learn how to do a Ronde de Jambe

“ah yeah you got me there, I’ve never danced before”

“That’s cool with me. Just curious on what piqued your interest to start now. New hobby or…?”

“yeah new hobby!” she hurried to answer, glad that you inspired her on what lie to use for the day.

You nodded while checking her out head to toe and before she had time to boost her ego and assume that you did because you found her hot you said-

“Hm. I will need you to wear tighter pants next time so that I can see what you are doing with your legs. But for today it's fine”

and took the keys out of your duffel bag

“Well. Ellie williams. Ready to start?”

“ah yeah just, be gentle…? I've never done anything remotely close to dancing with my body and I might be pretty stiff”

“Don’t worry about it. I've had every type of student and all of them managed to pull a few cool moves in their second month. If there’s a will there’s a way”

she smiled more nervous than before. You were formal and professional leaving little close to no space for her to get flirty and she was at a loss. She should’ve done more research on dancer etiquette so that she wouldn’t have looked like such an uneducated swine but there was no point in getting angry over that now.

“We will start with basic breathing exercises and a warm up just to get you in the swing of things. We will start with body isolations”

Ellie stared at you from the mirror as you showed her the first few basic motions

“Alright so for the warmup just follow my lead”

you grabbed the remote and put on “never ending song” by Conan Grey which had a pretty standard rhythm and was easy to dance along to. Ellie was in awe with the plasticity of your body, every move being a continuation of the previous one all like a rolling tide of emotions complimenting the beat and the beat complimenting you.

On the other end, Ellie was too embarrassed to look at her own reflection

“alright so first to isolate your hips from your chest” you said and let the next song play. You laid your palm flat on her back and pointed a bit below her collarbones holding your fist in the air

“move with me, breathe in” you said and she tried to copy your move watching your chest rise. You shook your head

“no, I need only your chest to move. Relax your shoulders love” you teased with an easy smile and Ellie by now was a mess, from the proximity and from the simple exercise of trying to move your breathing pattern

You were oblivious to it all going from one body part to another occasionally fixing up her posture and tapping the part that she had to focus on, but all hell broke loose in your brain when you laid your hand on her stomach asking her to clench and unclench her core hunching within herself.

“You were so dramatic before, look at you Els. You just needed a little basic guidance “ you encouraged and she smiled and looked at you in excitement, oblivious to the fact that when she turned her head she was a breath away from accidentally kissing you

“ah! I-“

you smirked and pulled away

“I've been rehearsing this one choreo, best way to understand these exercises is through a dance routine. How do you feel about that?”

Ellie agreed and while dancing she kept being thrown off balance at the sharp turns that she had to take which in return slowed her down and she would miss a few steps. You let the music play in the background and let out an awkward chuckle

“Fuck ok this is my fault see I forgot to tell you about spotting”

“Spotting?”

You nodded and you pushed her back by her shoulder freeing up a line for you

“See when we turn, we always have a spot” You said and stepped into the appropriate preparation to do 8 simple turns, your head always snapping the back to the invisible mark you held with your eyes

Ellie pursed her lips. Seemed like such an obvious trick but one that went completely over her head

“Now I see that you struggle to look at yourself in the mirror, Which is fine. I’m sure you'll get used to it eventually, so instead try taking a few turns while holding eye contact with me, yeah ?”

You offered and she took a couple steps back

“Ugh…what were all those moves you made before spinning?”

“Oh don’t worry about that,thats ballet stuff. Just spin. Bent your elbows and hold your arms against your chest if it helps”

Ellie started off slow, picking up the pace as she neared you, eventually losing sight of what was in front of her

“Wow-wow-wowwww I got you” you said and steadied her by her shoulders and held her in place. She looked up at you taking in deep breaths, cheeks flushed and eyes wide open with her lips parted in a soft smile

“That went well, How do you feel?”

You said and you gently rubbed your thumb against the naked skin of her biceps.

“Great, I… I liked this it makes more sense now”

She said filled with excitement

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Every time Ellie liked your story you felt your heart skip a few beats. You were in the studio for your solo dancing practice and kept bouncing from one leg to the other to keep your muscles warm while you scrolled through your phone to find some inspiration or a pic that you could post and in return give Ellie an opening to respond to. The image of her timidly trying to follow along through your every move, her flushed cheeks and her voice shaking did things to your brain chemistry, re-wiring its entire structure and flow. Every time she posted a story with a smug smile and pants lower than her boxer briefs you just laughed remembering what a shy and soft mess of words the girl was and felt an unhealthy amount of endearment. A spark re-ignited in your dead heart and you liked it. You liked ellie when you didn’t know her, and you liked her even more now that you did.

By now it had been…a good two weeks that consisted of 4 dance practices that you had with her. The first time you saw her up close all you thought was a “huh”

And then a “she is shorter than me-“ which for you was dangerous. You had an incredibly soft spot for masc lesbians who were shorter than you. Unfortunately they were never attracted to you though. You had always attracted the exact opposite of what you wanted and you blamed that on your overly dominant attitude.

On the second day you both had the same idea of treating each other to a coffee and so you ended up with 4 paper cups of iced almond milk lattes which you laughed about for a good 10 minutes

“We are so in sync!” You commented and she nodded excitedly, blushing all the way to her ears.

On the third dance practice you purposely pretended to assist her and correct her to find an excuse to touch her and when you saw how positively she reacted to it you pushed on the advantage that you had, heavily , which made you believe that maybe there really was some kind of ulterior motive as to why Ellie was so set on having you as a dancing coach.

On the fourth day there was a shift in the tide and something was in the waters. Ellie had her hair gathered and decided to wear the sluttiest outfit on earth ( aka a white top and grey sweatpants )

She went to greet you with a hug and you noticed her perfume, subtle but there to make you lust after it. She asked if she could record the Dance you were rehearsing for a post and you felt alright with that. And she excelled. She was a fast learner and her body had a good flow. It did need polishing but she wasn’t half as bad as she claimed to be. The fifth video take was close to perfection and in her excitement she yanked you towards her and wrapped you in a tight hug which you immediately reciprocated eager for the contact with the sex God standing before you. You took in the blended smell of her perfume and her sweat which had you feel insufferable discomfort with how tight your pants were. Something about her raw scent had you horny like a dog and you had to clench your jaw in patience not to act out of instinct and try to get closer than needed.

You both laughed and she yelled in excitement “I fucking did it”

And then your voice followed, a bit quieter “I told you, you could do it” she pulled back her arm still on your waist, her thumb caressing the skin as she watched the video a second time in excitement. You took the chance to stand a bit closer to her while she in sync wrapped her whole arm around you and leaned her head against your chest enjoying the dance and pointing out things that you could do differently next time, all in the comfort of each other’s embrace.

She posted the video and in the daze of the excitement of seeing what you two looked like next to each other you forgot to worry about the fact that you were yet again getting entangled with a public figure. An actually big one. While your previous relationship was just your ex leeching off of you and your success, this one…it had to be different. Ellie had nothing to gain from you and you put your trust in that and in the fact that the two of you seemed to genuinely get along

You decided to text her first

“You impatient fuck. We could’ve filmed a better take tomorrow”

“You are such an ass, let me enjoy my accomplishments”

You started tidying up the studio and decided to leave your bag with your ballet clothes and pointe there since you would come tomorrow for Ellie’s lessons anyways. You chatted back and forth all the way back and you almost tripped on your staircase too busy typing a response. You banged your head against your door though thinking you had unlocked it to find that you didn’t. Ophelia opened it for you

“Girl?”

You looked at each other and you immediately broke into a smile the split your lips

“Ellie posted our video. And she left in the part where she hugged me”

“Oh-hooooo” she exclaimed and rushed you in. She tossed the mop on the side of the wall and nudged you to the couch abandoning whatever housework she was in the middle of to listen to you

“Aaaand we are still talking” You said smiling and Ophelia clapped cheering for you while you swung your way inside the house and fell dramatically on the couch.

“Oh my, I’m so glad the Gods heard our prayers cause I was sure I was about to send you off to priesthood”

“It wasn’t that bad”

You said with an offended gasp and she scoffed

“Honey, one more month and you were about to grow back your virginity. I’m just happy to see you back out there and not just with anyone but with The Ellie fucking williams!” She said getting louder with every word. You joined her cheerful demeanor hopping on the couch and you both started bouncing on it like kids in a playground

“I can’t believe this. I wanna wear something good for our practice tomorrow”

“Shorts and that nice red bodysuit!”

“But-“

“No buts! I know it’s uncomfortable but she will see you and rip it off right away so how much will you really suffer, you know?”

Ophelia coming through with the obvious answer to any and every world known issue was exactly what you needed to finish off your day. Though to be fair, if there was anything you should have listened to regarding -making a move on your crush- that would have to be her. She had a banging record of pulling every single guy she set her eyes on and one night standing them for her own satisfaction. Of course now she had her sights on someone specific but that didn’t change or erase all previously acquired skills in the flirting department. Despite all of that, You ended up rejecting the bodysuit idea because that would be a hassle to actually get off if things would go anywhere and even if they wouldn't, anything that tight during summer was a nightmare in general.

“Hey can I borrow that white top you have?”

“Borrow whatever you want and do whatever you want just never let me know about it”

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on the day that you fully planned on making a move a couple things went wrong. First and foremost well, It decided to rain down which meant you had to run all the way from the bus stop to the studio in a hopeless attempt to preserve your hair and outfit. It didn’t do much since you ended up like a drenched cat either way but you refused to let your mood falter.

You tried texting Ellie to ask if she could bring coffee for you two.

Few minutes later she came in with two iced coffees, not a drop of rain on her which you were awfully jealous of. Her cropped hair was once again all gathered in a short ponytail and she wore two sports wristbands around her arms which did unimaginable things to you. It was good sight with her sleeveless baggy tshirt. Ellie just knew how to dress plain and attractive.

“Looking good” she teased when she found you furiously trying to dry the ends of your hair with a towel

“Shut up. Please shut up”

“So sensitive” she said and rolled her eyes making her way to you and taking the towel from your hands

“Let me help” it wasn’t so much of a request as it was a demand when she pulled the towel out of your hands and moved behind you, wrapping your hair in it and squeezing it to get most of the water out. You felt your body temperature rise at the awfully tender gesture and unsure of what to do you just fidgeted with your hands looking at the floor

“ I can drive you back to your place if you want”

“No, it's fine. Ill wait it out”

“No no, I insist. Let me drive you back and look cool while doing so”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as she rounded you up to give you the towel with a small shy smile, her cheeks a shade of pink now.

Practice was good if you were to ignore that Ellie seemed a lot more focused on your assets rather than the moves you were showing. You knew the biker shorts you were gave her a 4K view of your ass but you didn't expect her to be this obvious about it. You stepped back after a moment and just watched as she rehearsed the dance on her own and you were in awe on how much more comfortable she seemed with her body now

“Good. This one was very good. Want me to film you so that you look at yourself?”

you asked and she shook her head satisfied with the progress. You slouched on the ground, legs spread and ankles on your knees wiping the sweat of your brow carefully as not wipe your brow completely off with it and looked at the time

“Well we are pretty much done then for today. Unless there’s anything you wanted to ask me or anything else you wanna try doing?” you asked and Ellie followed your lead walking over to you across the room and crouching down on her knees in front of you

“Oh yeah I did wanna ask something”

“go ahead then” you said dreading having to get up. You didn’t have to though

“Can I take you out on a date ? for coffee perhaps?”

[yoayoaa]

This is my first ask, so im sorry if it’s confusing at all, buuut…

Hear me out on a little comfort drabble perhaps? Maybe Rodimus (MTMTE) is comforting the reader after a big move or a generally big change in the readers life! It’s a little self indulgent but… comfort character things i guess hehehe

If that doesn’t work, maybe just a little bit misfire content? :0!!!

No worries if neither one work!! I love your writing quite a lot ^^

Omg IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO SO LONG 😭😭AND NO WORRIES YOUR REQUEST WASNT CONFUSING! (I hope i wrote the drabble correctly ) and thank you for liking my writings!

Prompt: Rodimus comforting a reader who just had a big move in their life

Warnings: none, no pronouns used in this for the reader!

Notes: im not gonna use any y/n, just "you" And this is ridiculously short 💀

"Are you doing well?" Rodimus asked, optics held a look of concern as he looked at you. "Well, im just not used with the big change is all...I was just so used to the environment back home, guess I wasnt fully ready for the big change" You replied while you hugged your knees to your chest.

"It might seems or feels weird, especially since you've adapted to the everyday environment. But hey! You'll adapt here soon as well!" He said trying to lighten the mood. Which seems to work as you looked at him, a little smile present at your face.

"You sure?" You asked. "Positive! Just take your time and you'll slowly adjust to living here!" Rodimus cheerfully replied. You let out a chuckle, "Thanks Rodimus, I really needed that." He patted your head with his digit while he smiles at you "Anytime!"

[altairs-little-world]

welcome to the writing community of enstarsblr! can i req hcs of poly mika x arashi x reader going shopping at the mall?

Arashi x Mika x Reader - Shopping at the mall HCs 

Characters: Arashi Narukami, Mika Kagehira

Genres: Fluff

Smaller "tags": Shopping, Polyamory relationship, She/Her pronouns for Arashi, Dates

TW: None!

A/N: First poly relationship request! I hope I got the feeling right - haven’t had much experience writing poly (⌒_⌒;) Arashi’s also kind of an unfamiliar character to me, so I hope I wrote her correctly! Enjoy, anon! Thank you for the welcome~ 

MIKA KAGEHIRA, ARASHI NARUKAMI  ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

— Shopping was one of the top activities for the three of you! Stressful day? No idea what to wear for an event? Simply want to spend quality time with your lovers? Shopping was the answer to all of that! 

— Since the Pretty 5 circle goes out quite often, Arashi and Mika have a loooong list of shops they think you'd be interested in going to! During your dates at the mall, you willingly let yourself be dragged around by your excited girlfriend and boyfriend, trusting in their decisions. 

— Arashi, being in a unit that is considered one of the "big three" of ES, is all too willing to use her deep pockets of money when shopping with you two! You and Mika occasionally insist on paying, but against this stubborn blonde, there was no other choice than to accept her spoiling you two. 

— If any arguments or inconveniences arise between either you or Mika and a member of the public, Arashi is quick to step in like the honourable knight that she is, defusing the situation or arguing back in your steads. 

— Mika, despite not speaking up as much as Arashi, starts rambling when the three of you shop for clothes, giving advice and suggesting different styles for all of you to try. He's the reason why you have matching clothes and colour schemes when the three of you go on a date! 

— They love trying on outfits and seeing you try all sorts of styles! You may not be as much of a fashionista as they are, but you enjoy how they fuss over you, adjusting parts of your outfit and discussing what would look good on you. 

— Other than clothes, Arashi, Mika and you love buying food! Mostly desserts and snacks rather than everyday groceries, but you get the idea. 

— You would all go to your favourite cafe or try out a new shop from time to time, as long as they serve sweets! 

— While the lilac-eyed blonde is more strict with her diet due to her unit's modelling jobs, she cannot resist when you or Mika offer to spoon-feed her desserts, prompting her to open her mouth wide with little “Ahhhh” sounds - which Mika comments, is “too darn adorable!” 

— On the other hand, the heterochromia boy gets extremely flustered and shy when you or Arashi try to feed him. So, when he eats the dessert from the spoon offered to him, you and the blonde pepper his face with kisses as a reward - though it only serves to bring the boy closer to fainting with tomato-red cheeks.

— Being the shopaholics generous people you are, the three of you often buy enough sweets to share with all of ES, including the staff! 

— The last stop for a day of shopping would be toy shops! Mika loves stuffed toys, and you and Arashi are definitely willing to indulge him. 

— You also pick out little matching trinkets for you and your lovers - a necklace, bracelet, keychain, ring or earring! They always wear whatever you choose proudly, showing off to their unitmates and friends. 

— Although you had all agreed on sharing the bags after the three of you were done shopping, Arashi carries most of the bags - mostly clothes and food - allowing you and Mika to carry only the lighter goods. (The two of you make it up to her by giving her massages and cuddles)

“What d’ya say we go again… Tomorrow?” 

“Sounds good! My unit’s activities end early tomorrow, I can be both of your knights for the rest of the day~♪”

[youhideastar]

hi again! before you even start reading this i gotta apologize for 1: gushing so much over your writing (i can't stop), and 2: the wonky english (the not-my-first-language magic blessing seems to have passed me by).

thank you so much for your thorough answer! i've repeatedly been blown away by the amount of visible care and consideration you've taken in writing your portayals of bdsm in tbsa (and in a keener eye, too! i started listing my favorite little bits of that here until i realized i couldn't possibly cover even half of them, it's so stellar.) and i'm like, awestruck at this answer too. i think i agonized too much over the wording in the original question, as well as just not taking enough care in considering the meaning of what i was saying, and it came out weird. i'm sorry if i made you feel obligated to educate me in any way! i hope i didn't accidentally imply that 24/7 relationships are in any way wrong, icky, or any other negatives. i had no intention of criticizing or presuming stuff about that kind of dynamic, but hadn't considered many of your points here either and this really got me thinking about my own preconceptions.

you interpreted my question correctly for how i wrote it! what i was really wondering about when i was typing was (in addition to the more general stuff you answered here) was a more self-indulgent, headcannon-y thing, in the vein of "what are some specific things your flower really loves in his relationship?". like with how sid really enjoys bondage. :]

thanks again!

No one ever needs to apologize for gushing over my writing! 😆 It's always appreciated. The previous answer referred to in the ask is here, and the series discussed is here.

I also would not have written more than 200,000 words about role policing and other crappy threads of BDSM culture if I were not willing to do a little education on that front, so please don't worry about that, either! What you said about thinking about your own preconceptions made me really happy - in part because writing the whole To Be Seen Aright series often served that function for me, too. I wrote about that a little in the director's commentary on Amends:

“No,” Sid says immediately. He’s not having that. “No. What you have with Vero, maybe that’s about deserving, but this, us, what we have, it’s—” Above that, he almost says, but he catches himself – that’s not fair to Flower’s relationship with Vero, or to the relationship most of Sid’s friends and family and teammates have with their partners. This was me! I’m the one who wrote “this, us, what we have, it’s above that.” And then I looked at it and was like, ummmm. Not a great thought, Dea!

As far as headcanons for what Flower really likes in his relationship, I don't know that I have too much beyond what ended up on the page, honestly! He's a masochist, and significantly farther up the "how much pain is good pain?" scale than, e.g., Sid. For him, I think, the pain is always the main event, and anything else that he enjoys--bondage, or possessiveness, for example--is just a side dish. Again, not a very satisfying answer, sorry (two in a row!) but Flower is just a delightfully straightforward character, what can I say? 😊

[imp-pup]

Little Love

Hi! I wrote a fanfic! This is just the first chapter of a few I’m goin to write! It’s pretty self indulgent, but I just wanted to share!

🌱 Alhaitham x Kaveh agere fluff

🌱 Chapter 1

🌱 3,053 words

Note: I put in modern items in this fanfic, because I feel like it fits more. Hope you enjoy!

“Kaveh, what are you doing?”

The question startles Kaveh from his trance, looking up from his laptop towards Alhaitham, seeing him standing in the doorway to their study.

“Working. What does it look like?”

“It seemed as if you were daydreaming instead of actually working.” Kaveh watches as Alhaitham crosses his arms, a plain look on his face. He always has that same look.. It ticks him off sometimes.. But forget that for now.

“I-I wasn’t! I was just thinking of what to do next, is all..” Of course, that’s a lie. He really was zoning out and thinking about things other than work, but he doesn’t want to admit that directly. That would be embarrassing..

“Hmm. The laundry needs to be done.” He turns and leaves the room, heading off to go and do whatever it is he’s going to do.

“Hey! Hey don’t walk away! At least let me finish my work first! Ugh..” But of course, there’s no response. Kaveh gives a heavy sigh before finally just saving his work and closing his laptop, picking himself up out of his chair and making his way out of the study. He finds himself in the laundry room not too long after, seeing that the hampers had already been placed in there, and places his hands on his hips as he looks at the piles of clothing, his eyebrow raised. How come Alhaitham goes through so many clothes?

Despite grumbling in frustration to himself, Kaveh still puts the clothes into the wash, making sure it’s all set correctly before letting it run, and comes out a little bit later, heading into the living room to find Alhaitham lounging on one of the divans, reading his book as per usual.

“I’m gonna guess you want something to eat too, right?” He watches as Alhaitham doesn’t even look up from his book, and give a simple “yes” in response, causing Kaveh to grumble yet again to himself and head off to the kitchen to go get dinner started. He pulls out chicken and various vegetables, and starts working on cutting them up, but.. he finds that things are growing a bit difficult to do and his mind keeps slipping off elsewhere. He whimpers, before letting out a frustrated growl, trying hard to cut the vegetables in front of him, but soon he gives up, dropping the knife to the cutting board and resting his hands against the counter, lowering his head. He stays that way for a while before he feels a hand rub up along his back, and see’s another come into view to pick up the knife.

“Go wash your hands, bub, I can see you’re having a hard time. Daddy can take care of this.” Kaveh blushes in reaction to hearing Alhaitham referring to himself like that, and he quickly moves out of the way and looks to him, his eyebrows furrowed up a bit.

“N-no! I.. I-I can do it! I’m just.. struggling.. a little..” He watches as Alhaitham shakes his head and points to the sink.

“I said to wash your hands, please. Go watch a little tv, okay? I’ll take care of making dinner tonight.” Kaveh whimpers, but obeys and washes his hands, slinking off to the living room to settle in on the divan, and looks around for the remote, before finding it, and turning on the tv. Honestly, all he really wants to watch right now are cartoons.. He’s been thinking about it all day. And so, that’s exactly what he puts on. He settles on a cute little show about a puppet hillichurl going on adventures with a little dog puppet, pulling his legs up to wrap his arms around them as he watches, his eyes drooped. He has been so frustrated through most of the day that he can’t help but to admit that he’s happy Alhaitham took over to make dinner, it being quite the relief for him. But.. the way he referred to himself as “daddy”.. He.. Couldn’t possibly know about his regression, could he? No.. Kaveh shakes his head in response to himself. No! He couldn’t! He keeps that all secret.. So then why did he call himself that? Oh well, his head hurts too much to think about that right now, so he just focuses on the tv and rests his head against the back cushion of the divan, letting himself relax.

Soon, the smells of food dance through the air of the house, filling Kaveh’s every breath in with its delicious and tempting flavours, and he lifts his head to look off towards the entryway to the kitchen, staring for a long moment. His stomach growls hungrily as he sniffs at the air, and he fidgets with his fingers, wondering when everything will be ready.. He turns his attention back to the tv, but shortly after he does, Alhaitham is calling out from the dining room.

“Kaveh, bub, dinner’s ready. Come on.” He turns off the tv before climbing off the divan and making his way to the dining room, finding that two plates of butter chicken and a side of veggies has been served, with two glasses of water set up on the table too. Kaveh sighs, and looks up to Alhaitham.

“Thank you, I appreciate you taking over. It looks great..” he sits down in his usual seat, Alhaitham sitting across from him, and he looks down, now noticing that.. Wait..

“Why is this on a kid’s plate? And..” He picks up the small fork that was placed next to it, “why do I have a kid’s fork?”

“Why else? You’re just a kid, after all.” Kaveh looks up at Alhaitham with wide eyes when he hears those words leave his mouth, and then looks away, blushing quite hard.

“I.. I-I- um.. Mm.. Alhaitham.. What are you getting at?”

“Eat your food, little man. And eat all your veggies, too, or you won’t get dessert tonight.”

“H-huh??” No dessert? Aw.. But he really likes the kinds of desserts Alhaitham makes.. he fidgets with the small fork for a few moments, before digging into his meal, the flavours tasting absolutely fantastic with each and every bite. He savours it all as he eats away at his food, taking each and every bite like it was his last. At some point, he finds rice underneath the butter chicken, and mixes it all together, making it even better. Soon, he clears his plate, and lets out a sigh, setting down his fork.

“That was.. Amazing.. Thank you..”

“Of course. Are you ready for dessert?”

“Yeah..” He watches as Alhaitham gets up and grabs up their dirty plates, taking them off to the kitchen.

“Oh! I-I can clean those! You don’t have to wo-“

“Hush. I’m taking care of them.”

“Ah.. A-alright..” He wasn’t expecting that. So, he just sits in his seat, taking a sip of his water as he waits for his dessert, before Alhaitham finally returns with two plates, one obviously being another child’s plate.. It’s honestly so embarrassing having to use those kinds of plates in front of him..

“Here you are, bub.” Alhaitham places the plate down in front of him, it having a portion of Candied Ajilenakh Nut on it, it obviously homemade.

“Oooh..” Kaveh is just about to grab at it with his hand when Alhaitham holds out another children’s fork in front of him, and he hesitates, but takes it anyways.

“It’s sticky. I don’t want you getting your hands all messy, little one.”

“O-okay..” Little one? Did he just call me little one? Kaveh sighs, but starts eating at his dessert anyways, it tasting oh so delicious. And it doesn’t take long before he gets through it, even finishing his before Alhaitham gets a chance to finish(but.. His was smaller, anyways).

“I know you’ve been stressed today, so how about a bath after this, hm? Daddy can help you wash up.” Alhaitham’s words take him by surprise, and he tilts his head.

“N-no, I can clean myse-“

“Nonsense. You’re much too small to do that on your own, so let daddy help you, okay?” Kaveh hesitates, but then nods, looking down and fidgeting with his fork. He can’t help but to feel small, all of this little treatment making him feel all sorts of little and happy, even if he doesn’t quite show it now.. but after a few moments, he mutters..

“I have some toys in my room.. That.. I sometimes bring in the bath, can I bring them in with me?”

“But of course!” Kaveh looks up at him with wide eyes, and then gives a smile, nodding.

“O-okay! I’m gonna go grab them now!”

“Of course, I’ll be in there in a second, hon. Get all that you want, and start the bath, okay? Daddy will help you out of your clothes.” Kaveh nods, and picks himself up out of his seat, leaving his fork behind as he goes and runs off to grab his toys, carrying them off with him to the bathroom, and sets the little bin on the floor while he starts the bath. He digs around in his bin until he finds what he’s looking for- a bottle of bubble bath soap, and he pours a generous amount under the running faucet, allowing the bubbles to quickly form in the water. After he does that, he sticks the bottle on the counter and lifts up his bin to dump all of his toys in the water, and returns the bottle back to the bin after he sets it back down, and goes about starting to pull the pins out from the back of his hair, humming quietly.

“Oh, bub, let me get those.” Kaveh turns his head to see Alhaitham coming into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him, setting down a pair of soft-looking pajamas onto the counter, and he comes over to gently pull out the pins from his hair.

“Don’t do things that daddy can do for you, okay?”

“Okay..” It doesn’t take long for Alhaitham to pull those pins out of his hair, and help him out of his clothes, soon lifting him up and placing him in the tub after turning off the water, and Kaveh soon sits down, grabbing a toy- a little fungi- and fidgets with it. He shuts his eyes as Alhaitham takes the cup and dumps water in his hair, wetting it and running his fingers through it.

“How long have you known?” The question is simple, yet Kaveh really wants to know..

“Ever since you moved in. It was pretty obvious.” Kaveh rubs the water and soap out from his eyes and looks up at Alhaitham with wide eyes, huffing.

“You’ve known this whole time and didn’t even say anything??” He stares at Alhaitham, and he could swear he saw a small smile form on his lips. And then he hears that small chuckle.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you.” Alhaitham takes some of Kaveh’s shampoo and starts massaging it into his scalp, having him tilt his head back as he does, and continues. “I knew one day you would open up about it to me, but seeing you struggle and stressed today, I knew you were already slipping into it and I could take my chance to help you slip in further.” Kaveh fidgets with his toy as he listens to this, and tilts his head back down as he’s told to, shutting his eyes despite Alhaitham using a hand to block his eyes from getting water and shampoo in them as he rinses his hair out with the cup.

“I was gonna tell you eventually..” He practically mumbles the words, having taken his chance between rinses to do so. “I just felt.. Scared..”

“That’s okay. I’m glad you’re feeling a little more comfortable now, though.” Kaveh nods slightly, and once all of the shampoo is rinsed from his hair, Alhaitham brushes it back out of his face with his fingers, and grabs the conditioner, putting it in and massaging it in.

“Can you stand up for me? I’ve got to wash your body, bud.” Kaveh nods, now standing up and allowing Alhaitham to work the now soapy loofah around his body, getting him nice and squeaky clean, and back down he sits, allowing him to rinse him off, and then rinse out his hair again. Once he’s clean, Kaveh spends a little time playing with his various little bath toys, even using one of his little rubber duckies to squirt Alhaitham with some water and giggle as he does, getting quite the playfully dramatic reaction from him. After he’s done and the tub is draining, Alhaitham pulls him out of the tub and works on drying him off, and wrapping him in the towel after.

“I forgot something. Come with me.” Alhaitham grabs the pajamas he had brought into the bathroom with him, and leads Kaveh out of the bathroom and off to his own bedroom, telling him to wait by his bed, leaving the pajamas on it, and goes over to a box he has sitting by his dresser, bending down to get into it. Kaveh waits patiently and watches with curious eyes, a smile on his face, but it soon falters when he watches Alhaitham straighten back up and come over.

“I-is that a diaper..?” Alhaitham gives a small smile as he comes over, a cute nighttime diaper in one hand and powder in another.

“Mhm. That’s not a problem, is it?” Kaveh is at a loss for words. Sure, regression is a part of him, but he’s never actually worn a diaper before.

“Ah, well, um.. I’ve never.. I..” He blushes as Alhaitham comes closer, and looks up at him as he stares back down at him, and he motions for him to get up onto the bed.

“Lay down on the bed, okay?” Kaveh hesitates, but he obeys, sitting up onto the edge of the bed before laying down, letting out a small whimper.. it isn’t long before Alhaitham opens up the towel and unfolds the diaper, slipping it underneath him, and then powdering him, before situating the diaper snugly around him.

“There, now it’s time for your pajamas.” He has Kaveh stand back up, and helps him dress into his pajamas, getting him all nice and comfy and ready for bed.

“Would you like some milk before bed, bub?”

“Oh.. Um, sure..” Kaveh nods, and fidgets, just about to grab the towel off the bed when Alhaitham grabs it himself, and pats him on the head.

“Come on, let’s go brush your hair and teeth.” Alhaitham leads the way back to the bathroom, hanging the towel back on the towel rack, and has Kaveh brush his teeth while he combs through his hair, and even puts it into a loose braid to keep it out of his way tonight. After Kaveh has brushed, flossed, and rinsed, Alhaitham picks him up into his arms, surprising him.

“Ah, h-hey, wait-“

“Shhhh..” He goes quiet after that, and just lets him carry him, taking him off to the living room and setting him down on the divan, turning on the tv. “Here, watch some tv while I grab you your milk, okay?” After Kaveh nods, he heads out of the living room and off into the kitchen, working on grabbing that milk. While he does that, Kaveh hones in on the tv, fidgeting with his fingers as the bright colours of cartoons play on the screen, keeping him entertained.

“Here you go, bug.” Alhaitham sits on the divan next to him, and hands him a bottle of warm milk, and Kaveh takes it without a second thought, fidgeting with it lightly, and then looks to his carer, hesitating.. Before leaning up into him, nuzzling up against him. Feeling his arm wrap around him brings a lot of comfort, and he slips the nipple of the bottle into his mouth, holding it with both hands, and begins to suckle, staring at the tv again. They sit there for quite some time, just watching cartoons, Alhaitham petting Kaveh’s head gently as he drinks at his milk, and soon, his eyes start to droop, growing sleepy. He had a long, stressful day with work, so he was quite tired as a result, and once Alhaitham notices this, he squeezes his shoulder, causing Kaveh to look up at him.

“Are you sleepy, bub?”

“Mm..” He nods, and then nuzzles his head against his neck, letting out a sigh as he looks back at the tv.

“How about a story, hmm? I found some books at the store today that I think you might like.”

“Mhm…” His voice is soft and quiet as he agrees, and soon, Alhaitham is getting up off the couch, which causes Kaveh to make grabby hands at him, and so he lifts him up into his arms, moving the empty bottle to the coffee table, and carries Kaveh off to his room, getting him tucked into his bed.

“I’ll be right back, bud, let me just go grab that book.” Kaveh gives a slow nod, and rubs his eyes, letting out a soft little noise as he does. He sleepily stares off into his room as he waits for him to return, which isn’t too much longer, and it looks like he brought something along with the book.

“Here, open your mouth.” He does, and in goes a pacifier, yet he’s way too sleepy to make a fuss about it. He just proceeds to suckle on it, and pulls his blanket up tighter to him, watching as Alhaitham sits on the edge of the bed and opens up the story book he grabbed, this one being a story about two kittens and their adventures through Teyvat. About halfway through the story, Kaveh’s eyes slide shut, and he just listens to the story, before he ends up drifting off into sleep, snoring away quietly.

“I love you, Kaveh. Goodnight.” Alhaitham plants a small kiss on his forehead after closing the book, and carefully gets up off the edge of his bed, and shuts off the light before leaving the room, leaving the door open a crack.. And off he goes to go and clean up, and head to bed himself.

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WAHHH HI HELLO!! I just read your platonic Blade/Stellaron Hunters fic and (just like many others) absolutely adored it!! I love love LOVE platonic fics and I'm so blown away with how much love and effort you put into it!! (especially because most people enjoy romantic fics) Like- you sat down and wrote all of that and decided to share it!! For free!! Wuauauua your writing is *chef's kiss* and MAN I love how the kid reader fulfills the Stellaron Hunters' wishes in some way!! (Except for Blade because uh.. he wants to die) Like Silver Wolf's is pretty easy- she wants to make her life interesting, explore the cosmos!! Now, as a Stellaron Hunter, she can do all that- but now she has a CHEERLEADER?? Her own little hypeman that inflates her ego and makes her feel like a main character?? Someone to share her story/fun experiences with?? Wonderful!! And Kafka wants to be able to feel fear, and growing to care for the reader allows her to!! She's afraid of losing that child, afraid of the odd family she now has falling apart!! But something I do want to talk about with Blade is how interesting it is that he immediately started sparring with the reader- I dunno if you intended it, but is it a parallel to how Jingliu taught him to fight? Minus Jingliu killing Blade over and over- But if so that's so fun!! He's teaching the reader the only way he knows how, which is.. brutally! At least at first!! He knows kids are fragile and adjusts, especially since he begins to care for the kid!! Auauua I wonder if he's able to empathize with the reader bc of Yingxing's memories.. as Yingxing's family was all killed if I remember correctly? aaa many things to think abt!! But thank you so much again for writing this!! Your art is wonderful and makes me think a bunch!! (Positive)

Hello Anon!!! AAaaa oh my gosh that's so sweet I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! 😭💖 I love family/platonic fics so much and I just wanted to self-indulge with it because the stellaron hunters are such interesting characters--

I have to confess that I haven't been keeping up with the story for HSR lately so I totally missed a chunk of Blade's backstory (TvT) I honestly had no idea Jingliu mentored him until now, but thank you for mentioning it because that's super interesting and could largely influence a lot of his actions - the sparring parallel was more of a coincidence, but I'm totally going to keep the training stuff in mind for future platonic Blade fics/part 2!! I also think his memory stuff is fascinating - I thought his memories got wiped when I wrote the Family Fic but I recently read somewhere that he gets flashbacks occasionally (i think?? :0)- and if he has any kind of recollection from his past lives, that would totally help explain why he has a soft spot for the reader!!

Thank you so much for your support, your message made my day!! I hope your day is absolutely fabulous!! \(^0^)/

[lovedazai]

@endlessorrow: YOU HAVE ONE NEW NOTIF !!

@AKAASHI: hey, where are you? are you okay? it’s too late to be awake, come back to bed.

akaashi would’ve been more concerned about you missing from bed if he couldn’t see the glow of your desk light faintly pooling in underneath your bedroom door. he’s well aware of your habit of staying up late to write, but he can’t find it in himself to be upset. your writing sits among his favorite pieces, and he indulges in it whenever he can, even if he hates waking up cold.

he’s quick to walk across the floor to you as soon as he’s down the hallway, the late-night chill crawling up his ankles and making him shiver.

“hey,” he rubs his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light of your lamp as you furiously write in your notebook. “are youー”

“shhh!” he quickly closes his mouth. “hold on, kei. i can’t lose this thought.”

he settles to peek over your shoulder; you’re scribbling so fast that your handwriting is leaning towards illegible, but it’s fascinating to see you so focused. your eyes are glued to your page, lip between your teeth. you’re so concentrated, you don’t even bother to move the hair out of your eyes, strewn about from laying on your pillow.

he smiles as he notices you had turned your desk turned towards the window while you worked; your habit of looking at the stars was as endearing as ever.

you sigh as you finally drop your pen, twirling your chair to give him a sleepy smile as you hand the notebook to him. this was always your routine: you explain the little details as he reads, expanding on points you wrote too quickly. he only squints a bit as he reads without his glasses, letting you grab the notebook from him as you please when you come up with more ideas.

“so what do you think?” you peek at him with tired eyes.

“i think it’s amazing,” he smiles. his gaze strays to the window behind you, sighing as he sees the first rays of sun breaking through the horizon. “and i think we need to go back to sleep.”

you pout but he shakes his head, holding his hand out for you to grab. “c’mon. you’ll still be just as talented after a few hours of sleep.”

once you’re safely back in bed, akaashi tugs the blankets up to your shoulders. it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and he patiently waits for his own eyes to grow heavy. just as he thinks he’s close, he’s suddenly struck with an idea that would fit perfectly into your most recent work.

he grabs his phone off his nightstand as quietly as he can, opening his notes app and messily typing his thoughts into his phone, hoping he’ll be able to decipher his own typos.

he rolls over to look at you, admiring the gentle glow that surrounds you as the sun fully rises. he adds a reminder to buy you your favorite coffee in the morning to compensate for your late night before he shuts off his phone. with a kiss pressed to your forehead, he finally allows himself fall back asleep. he knows he’ll curse himself for his lack of sleep when he wakes in a few hours, but he can’t care now, not when you snuggle further into his side, warming him from the inside out.

p.s.! hi hi tysm for joining my event !! i hope u enjoyed ur matchup <3 i rlly think u and akaashi would be so perfect for each other, i can just imagine the two of u bonding over literature + poetry!! i fought tumblr trying to post this so hopefully everything is formatted correctly :( have a good rest of ur day / night bbie !!

[amiharana]

BTS BOTW AU OMG WHAT??? pls share with the class immediately

LMFAODJFNKD it's honestly not even that interesting

back in 2019, i was writing for taegi week and the last day was a free day, and at the time i was still in my baby revalinker phase so i decided i wanted to write the most self-indulgent bts x botw au in which bts members took the places of botw characters. i actually had a tumblr post drafted to talk about this, but i guess we'll talk about it here now! in the case you are familiar with bts while also being a botw player, this could be of some interest to you.

i never actually got very far in writing it out (because i was 15 and school was beating my ass), but after reviewing the two unfinished drafts and the conceptual outlining style i do on every post, i remembered that i planned to rewrite the mount lanayru-calamity awakening memory with bts members as well as putting the revalink dynamic in there

please don't laugh i was 15 when i wrote this LMFAODJFKFJKD i don't plan on showing you what the unfinished drafts look like because like i said, i never got very far in writing them so there's nothing of interest to really note in either of those

as you can from the pic, i wrote V/taehyung as revali and SUGA/yoongi as link. looking back on it now, i probably would not have chosen yoongi as link and i should have written taehyung as link and yoongi as revali because that makes more sense regarding their personalities, but i guess 15-year-old me was really set on that dynamic. other characters included:

RM/kim namjoon as princess zelda

park jimin as mipha

jeon jungkook as baby sidon LOL

j-hope/jung hoseok as daruk

jin/kim seokjin as urbosa

and *drumroll*

bang pd as king rhoam bosphoramus hyrule ✋😩

i'm going to assume most of my mutuals and followers are probably not familiar with bts, so i'll try to give you a quick rundown!

V (or kim taehyung) is one of the group's vocalists and is one of my biases, or favorite member :> he's been my bias since 2018 when i became a bts fan! (the other one is jungkook he's the one in my pfp KJDHFHJKD) he has this show recently called 'jinny's kitchen' but i haven't watched it yet because i've been busy with school 😭 but from the clips i've seen that shit is funnyyy. SUGA (or min yoongi) is one of the rappers and he's coming out with a new album called 'D-DAY' soon + just released a song called 'people pt 2' ft. iu! the first part of 'people' on his last album was a fawking banger.

revalink had to be taehyung and yoongi because this au was originally intended to be uploaded for taehyung and yoongi (taegi)'s ship week. i definitely didn't place them as revali and link correctly, but i think know why i made it that way? there used to be this huge stereotype against yoongi that he was really mean and cold-hearted, and i was and always have been against that stereotype because bro really isn't like that. he's a soft sweet and sensitive tangerine boy fr! and making yoongi as revali wouldn't help that cause so i did what had to be done. i do think that taehyung still a relatively good fit for revali though; they be dramatic gays fr

RM (or kim namjoon) is the leader of bts, one of the rappers, and is a really smart guy. bro has an IQ of 148 and was also once one of the top 1% of students in south korea. so naturally, i made him zelda, the figurehead of the champions and the representation of the triforce of wisdom. but i was thinking about this connection more the other day when i first was writing out the post to talk about this, and i think namjoon and botw zelda actually have quite a few parallels. if anyone is interested in hearing more, please send an ask or a dm or something because i don't wanna make this post longer 😭

jimin is one of the group's vocalists and is also an incredible dancer. he had a solo debut recently with the album 'face' and title track 'like crazy' which you guys should all check out! :) but the reason why i put jimin as mipha is because he studied contemporary dance in high school and his personal style of dance tends to be very fluid and graceful, and like. do y'all see the connection lmao. mipha, being a zora in a watery domain? thus also being very fluid and graceful in her movements? TEEHEE

jungkook is the youngest member of the group another one of the vocalists and dancers, is my boyfriend and is Thee Golden Boy of K-pop and also the world. sidon being a baby pre-calamity and also everyone in general both in-game and online being obsessed with how boyfriend sidon is, as well as how polite and goofy jungkook is... i think the connection between jungkook and sidon is very clearly there LOL i also just didn't know how to include him in the story because i felt that jungkook just didn't fit into the personality of the other champions. if i had the chance to rewrite this au, i would have had jungkook as link because jungkook is so Main Character Vibes, and then taekook (taehyung and jungkook) would literally be revalink

back then, i remember having a difficult time trying to place who would be daruk and urbosa, but i think i made the right call with hoseok and jin. j-hope (or jung hoseok) is one of bts's rappers and is known as the sunshine of the group because he's just so energetic and positive, and i think that definitely matches with daruk's jovial and encouraging disposition. jin (kim seokjin) is one of the vocalists and is the eldest in the group, and as the kind of like "older brother" figure, he takes care of everyone in the group in a way that's different from how namjoon is as the leader y'know? i think urbosa fills that role for the champions because i personally think she might be the oldest of the group (daruk gives man in his 50s lowkey so i'm like hmmm) and takes care of them in a way that isn't the same as leading.

as for king rhoam bosphoramus hyrule... bang pd (or producer bang sihyuk) is the founder of the company bts is under and is the chairman of the label that bts eventually created. he is, in that sense, the "guy who made bts." he kind of has this fatherly relationship to the rest of bts, but that's where the similarities between him and king rhoam end LOL because rhoam is kind of an asshole who puts too much pressure on zelda and assembles the champions as his own tools to save the country, while bang pd is just this super chill guy who unlike other kpop ceos tends to stay out of the limelight and really just has a passion for making good music. but i thought it would be funny to emphasize a fatherly relationship between namjoon and bang pd KDJHFDKF

there's so many implied dynamics that could go here between the bts members as champions. like for one, taehyung and jimin are regarded as soulmate-besties in the bts fandom, so the implication that revali (taehyung) and mipha (jimin) are soulmate-besties is Feeding tf out of my brainworms like hell yeah. daruk and urbosa shenanigans are gonna line up perfectly with hoseok and jin's dynamic. NAMJOON (zelda) HAVING FEELINGS FOR YOONGI (link)? also lines up, these hoes have been living together for 10+ years and namjoon was practically proposing to yoongi in that one 'respect' performance.

idk.... maybe i'll come back to this, workshop it, and actually write it one day haha!

[histoireettralala]

Louis XIII and his mother

While contemporaries thought that Louis inherited his father's "spirit" and intellect, his mother may have had a greater influence on the dauphin's political outlook. Henry sensed a central component of this: the striking resemblance of Louis's stubbornness and displays of temper to the emotional makeup of Marie. He even predicted that they would clash some day. This mother-son connection has been generally overlooked by historians, who have seen Marie de' Medici as a mother in name only, lacking in affection toward her firstborn. Scholars often dismiss Marie's role in Louis's early formation with the erroneous statement that she never kissed him, or did so irregularly.

The fact is, the queen did embrace the heir with regularity, if not exuberance, during his initial years. She also showed care for him in her letters, although these always had a practical bent in contrast to Henry's letters to the royal children's governess, which expressed a sense of joy in the children's very existence. Marie's letters remind one of the adult Louis's correctly concerned letters of condolence to subjects and his properly paternalistic communications with his sisters, surviving brother, and other close relatives.

The queen meticulously held out gifts as rewards for good behavior, while advocating inexorable punishment for "stubbornness." Still, she wrote to the dauphin's governess about the need to avoid whippings during the summer heat if possible, because the temperamental child "could get agitated"; and any beating should be administered "with such caution that the anger he might feel would not cause any illness." After 1609, when Louis's governess was replaced by a governor, the marquis de Souvré, Marie wrote to her son: "I am at ease in knowing that you are well and to learn that you are very well behaved, and that you are studying and doing your exercises. Keep it up and obey what M. de Souvré tells you so he will be able to confirm me always in that good opinion."

Marie's letters to her other children, notably the girls, confirm our impressions of the sort of indoctrination she was giving her firstborn. To Henriette, Louis's youngest sister, she wrote that nothing was more pleasing than her "little exercises." To the middle girl, Christine or Chrétienne, came an admonishment to be compliant like the oldest sister, Elisabeth. The mother's displeasure with the news of Christine's illness, we read with some astonishment, "would be greater if I didn't think of the example of your older sister who has been so well-behaved and obedient in doing what the doctors ordered for her. .. . So that is what I want from you and urge you to do if you wish to be always well loved by Your very good mother Marie."

Louis continued to look for maternal affection, despite Marie's cool demeanor. He was drawn to her also by an acquired filial deference, something that he could never fully shake later on in life, even when breaking with her spectacularly as a teenage king and again as an adult. His early childhood rages and pouting against her were no different from those he displayed so often toward his father, nurse, governess, and physician. Indeed, he could be so excited at the prospect of seeing his mother that he would help make her bed, be impatient if she did not come when expected, and race to kiss her when she finally arrived.

In addition to filial obedience and spontaneous hope, Louis was bonded to his mother by their peculiar positions in the royal family. Although she was clearly queen, and he just as surely dauphin, there was always competition for both of them from the same source —Henry's love affairs. Henry had a habit of acquiring longtime liaisons, in addition to indulging in casual sexual encounters. Furthermore, he somehow always managed to get his current lady friend pregnant in tandem with his wife's regular pregnancies. And he insisted that his legitimate and natural offspring live together at St-Germain under the common care of Louis's governess! This was mortifying enough for Marie, who alternated between fighting with her husband and accepting his affection and concern for her well-being, but it was downright confusing and unnerving for a proud, young heir.

A. Lloyd Moote- Louis XIII the Just

[incarnateirony]

aw that's cute. After 2p0's direct association for years ongoing with the most vile, violent, abusive, lying assholes in this fandom was called out because of their multiple public con violations, he's pretending he's not calling them out because uwu he's being a reasonable moderate.

no dude. you got busted. you're a raging sociopath. Don't wax poetic about the science of the amplification of bad takes. You ARE the bad takes. Your entire BLOG is the bad takes. It's lies, it's filth, it's manipulation, it's bad sources, it's bad whispers, you've never landed anything meaningful correctly in your life in leaks, shut the fuck up you clout seeking, real life incest advocating pedophilic man child. No guys I'm not kidding, once he wiggles you off destiel and warms you up to his darkships after a year or two he starts advocating real life incest being considered LGBTQ. He's done it to a few people. Read his HBO takes. once he gets real comfy he's fucked your head up enough the rot comes out.

You're being held to what you do, who you are, and what you say, finally, and the heat's just starting. If yall think I'm done with last con boy son you have something else coming.

Meanwhile, "reboot is stalled" is another flat lie from a nobody source acting big. Reboot isn't even in pre prod yet to stall. Reboot has barely been scratched at with a few pitches people shuffled ideas into, among which jared was one among many, but 2p0's already skewing that information, but there's no meaningful formula for it beyond estimated date of release they have three years to reach, they're good, don't let 2p0 blow smoke about reboot or revival talk to anyone on that. It'd be a stretch to call it In Development. It is technically, but fandom fails to understand how hilariously broad that is.

Because the current project is Winchesters, and don't let him deflect, and definitely don't let him continue to lie on behalf of the frazzy haired incest hags that pipeline him reworded half baked greets he pretends is intel through his own following reimaginations.

I keep telling yall. It's over. It's ending this season. This show. Your lies and hopes and dreams are crumbling just like when you denied the confession S15 coming when it was already written and some of us knew dude.

lmfao like seriously dude. whole clown show on your part. it was the only reason berens stayed, first thing written on the season, some of us said it, and yall even kept denying it once some people already had the scripts a bajillion years later. Like the uncanny, self indulgent arrogance you presented, talking down like you knew and it's like. no dude they wrote it first, are you ok.

no genuinely how were you not embarrassed to make confused unga bunga noises about what beren shipped, was writing, or where he was going. Or that dog whistling you did pretending it was wrong to see wayward parallels by twisting feminist dialogue when berens himself was verbally happy we saw the parallels day one. Dude he grabbed the Destiel ship in like S10 at wayward cocktails specifically after saying he wasn't supposed to pick sides. You only pretended not to know, to use dogwhistles to send young shippers at authors that didn't know better, by misappropriating real issues.

but you always be like this. Remember you spent 5k to be wrong about the omissions and the roadhouse dabb tweeted out. i'm just highlighting this so you properly have to delete yourself from the digital pool in shame for how loud you got. You didn't learn from this weekend I guess. You're already nailed down, I got a nailgun, and we got about ten more episodes, son.

The man couldn't recognize an authentic pilot script but sure man he's got great WB sources that are feeding him magical news from the future. Fascinating, the magical time traveling from 2025-2026 WB worker only now manifested as a pipeline of information for him after Gayle and her entire posse burned down as M&G sources to give him attention. Oh and after Jules had to back away from playing with him. Almost like your inability to stop wrongly running your mouth has burned your bridges or something idk

This time, dudes. 2p0 swears this time he'll have something right. He didn't have the market testing, and didn't have berens intent, or the confession, or the roadhouse, or the omissions, or the pilot script, or the shape the series would be in its moral play, but this one, goddamnit, he swears he's right because he says so and his new magical WB friend from the future says so. They're filling in the Gayle M&G gap of "look at me, I have secrets." that he warps. he tends to have to make up friends like that when he doesn't have attention of his own.

He tries to be me. tries to mimic ratings talk and fails. But he doesn't get it. He can trade in a million M&Gs and never do what I do. You're trading in twice translated rumors dude. I'm trading in BTS, scripts, production events you don't even know the history of and more. These aren't the same world. Your rumor mill will never compete in the actual production world of Events Happening. that's the real world. i know it drives gayle and co bonkers that they can't pay pass to it but that's just how it is, sorry.

[rigil-kentauris]

tw unresolved whining

so i had to cancel my writing ai subscription today because i found out they were doing images and its just making me reflect. i dont use it so i didnt notice, i mostly just wanted to tool to grow and mature. it was like my one indulgence. anyway. i wasnt involved with ai writing tools at the the BEGINNING beginning, but i was definitively there before All This. and i remember having never been so excited in my life about writing. i hadnt actually had fun writing in years, i realized (went to college for creative writing degree, for reference. like this was supposed to be my whole ass Life).

and i felt so hopeful, because it seemed to me that this was the perfect tool for me personally. it filled in all the parts of me i struggle with because of Depression and Exhaustion and We Live In A Society disease. im not sure whether or not i was using it like it was supposed to be used back then (definitely not how its supposed to be used now), but it reall felt like having a dance partner. we went back and forth sentence by sentence (sometimes word by word), making something that pushed and challenged me because it would 'write' things that i wouldnt have even considered. and i could go off of that one word or turn of phrase for paragraphs. until i got stuck. and i suppose you could get that if you wrote with another human being, which could be cool, but it was also a paradoxically safe space. sometimes you dont want to write extremem trauma whump angst with other people and i think thats okay

and it was fun. and there were issues. but it was okay

and then the art bots came.

and i felt... angry, obviously, on behalf of all the artists who were getting jacked. but i was also... pissed off. because all of a sudden people hated AIs for theft unilaterally (a good thing to be mad about) but they hadnt given a shit before. back when it was writing. because i am also a writer of normal human works. on places where content was being scrapped from. and all of a sudden there was a new cultural norm, at least in the circles i cared to be in, and no one cared about writers. at all. in fact to date ive only seen one post/piece about ai theft of text and i went out looking for that.

and it was like. i hadnt thought about the datasets before, not really. no one thinks of this is stealing (fiction) writers jobs. its only just now, like the past couple months just now, becoming a talked about problem because it steals journalists and REAL writers jobs. academic jobs. serious good people. not nasty little fiction writers. much less poets i am not a poet but i have never ever seen anyone talking about ais taking jobs from poets. and they can. people who think ai cant write mostly, i think, dont know how to use them correctly. (then again i also think people who think they CAN write fall under the same umbrella, so... ai writing programs have. problems as unique spottable and predictable as image ais adding an extra finger.)

anyway at the time, though, i hadnt really thought about tet theft in datasets. back then you really had to KNOW what generative ais were to understand what was going on. no one was explaining except to other people who got it. and of the people who got it, no one was talking about it. i wish they had been. obviously we are all of us individually responsible for our participation in society but. why wasnt anyone talking about it before? why is it okay to steal someones words? or at least, passable. why is it still passable?

it just makes me feel things. and i dont have any answers. besides that writing AIs should be the EASIEST thing in the world to fix. unlike with art, the public domain for written fiction is both massive and still popular. as in, people will use an AI trained on older writing whereas AFAICT, the only ai image makers that make money need to mass-steal anime and pop art. no one's arguing about Ye Olde Oil Painting Ai.

i dunno. it feels. odd. because obviously i cant support a place that steals. but i feel some kind of emotion about dropping a tool that made me feel connected to writing again, in order to support a (good and important) fight that doesnt seem to care about writers at all

i dont have any resolution. just upsetness. i wish we could use this tool for all the good its capable of. instead right now its just a big theft machine.

one day with the march of tech i guess we'll be able to run beasts like these on our own, and then i think we'll see more ethical options. it just sucks in the meantime.

[wowallofthenamesaretaken]

Being drunk might cloud my judgment as it usually does (you have no idea how much effort I am putting into writing correctly in foreing language while drunk, and I am still failing at that. Since I am reading this massage before posting and it still sucks), but I am freatly enjoyinh thr school of good and evil. Like despide being predictible and stereotypical it is a really great movie. Like I haven't enjoy a movie this much in a long time despite not that great quality

It feels like self indulgent fanfic and I love it 10/10. Like the mocking of the those plot ways that were there for generations. The mocking of good and evil. The friendship between two main characters/Heroes (I love making true loves kiss that. Of friends or sisters instead of lovers, but I also. Hope for so much more). The visual aspects are not that great, but for a netflix movie they do the job.

Like it's straight up play on popular plot points while also laughing at them, and playimg popular music. Not really difficult to process mentally, but emjoyable

I usually don't like Olivia Rodrigo (I don't know I just really deslike her music as a whole for some reason?) but her music fits well into this movie. I didn't think her songs would fot inyo any movie to be fair.

Other music also fits here. It really feels like a movie that you would only enjoy when ypu try to imdulge in something (like when you are sick and trying to find distraction), but it does it's job. And I am really, reallt enjoying it at the moment. I might even imdulge in it while sober. Who knows, I'll check it later on

I feel like I might rewatch it while sober. Like seriously rewatch it with mu eyees glued to the screen

Like I swear even while drunk I could predict every plot point and still didn't feel bored by it. While predictible - really predictible ot was also enjoyable

It's extremely predictible but still enjoyable movie

For the entire movie I felt weird about son of Arthur Pendragon being a good one in this movie

Like hhe only had Mordred who was fsr from good

Even if you created OC I still felt weird about the said OC

I also cried a little a little about the friend shio of Agata and Sophia, which doesn't happen when I am sobetlr (it's usually hard to make me cry, pretty much doesn't happen until I am drunk)

It might be the fact that I feel not entirely straight in a pretty homophobix coutry, bit I'll think about it later on - and I've already wrote shit ton of tags abour. It, thst it. Almost entirety of thr post, there is more tags than post at this point.

What are your other propositions fot drunk revious?

I don't drink often but I also feel that a lot of films nowadays are badly written. AND i might enjpy them better that way. I usually prefer fantasy and thriller, and horror, and animation but I enjoy a lot of other genres

Just not as much as the mentioned ones.