#like.. every single time I settle with the fact that 'I am just imagining things' I turn out being right

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[fly-you-dam-fools]

Test-ament

tadashi hamada x reader

Genre: Fluff and a bit of crack? Y/N is sad so tinge of angst? (But not towards each other)

Type: Two-Shot

Warnings: Feeling like an absolute idiot after taking a test and too fluff of a Tadashi.

Summary: You’ve written a nerve-wracking test that you swear has depleted all your hope and dreams. But one hug from Tadashi might be the answer to all of your troubles.

A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago when I had a test…..obviously 😭😭😂 and now that I’ve written another one and getting ready for the results (and from the very supportive Zee and Ashley) I will now post it!! Tadashi is very comforting 😭 I hope you guys like it 🥺

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“I can’t,” you whispered, perching your head on your forearm as you leaned forward. Tadashi wasted no time in coming around you, hugging your frame as he enveloped your sides and back. The immediate warmth surged through your mind and you felt at least one muscle relax, as he pulled you even closer. His nose nudged your shoulder and he started.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. I know this test feels like the worst, but you survived it didn’t you? You’re here now, with me, and you’re safe. I’m here for you.”

“Tadashi…” you trailed, leaning back. He got the message and scooted to the wall, making sure you followed with him. Now more comfortably settled, you allowed yourself to fully let loose, cheek leaning against his upper arm. His left hand took yours and laced them together, just letting them settle.

“Remember that time where you came back from the test in Mr. Simpson’s class?”

A minuscule smile flashed across your face as you recalled the memory. It faded as quickly as it appeared, but he caught it. He let out a mental sigh of relief, at least your memories still brought you some comfort.

“And we all thought that we had just taken the hardest test in history, I mean I could barely answer one question! Everyone was so confused.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, then continued.

“I was pestering you afterwards about it, but you told me you answered all the questions on the test. Then it turned out, he had given us the Grade 12 test instead! Can you imagine? Taking a senior test as a sophomore? But then you showed the whole class, me, taking that A like a pro. He cancelled the rest of our grades but kept yours. You know how proud of you I was? How proud I am of you right now, for finishing that test?”

“No,” you answered, burying your head deeper into his arm.

“This much.” He pointed to the window.

“From here to the window??” You replied, twisting around to look at him in astonishment. He broke out into a grin at your reaction, then shook his head.

“You know where the sun is right now?”

“On the other side of the world?” You scoffed, leaning back against his chest in a humph, while he pretended to suffocate.

“Yeah, so you know the sun right?”

“Yep.”

“And you know what space is.” He gave you a finger gun and winked while you pretended not to see.

“Yes?”

“And remember the Big Bang?”

“Of course. You know I had that astronomy phase.”

“Ahem, that you never got over by the way…” He trailed, his head following.

“Hey!”

“So even before that.”

“Before what?”

“13.8 billion times proud of you. That much.” You remained quiet as you turned away again. His smile fell and confusion arose at your actions. You, turned away? But he never surrendered. So he let a small smile rise to his face before turning to you again.

“I love you, you know? I love your caring personality, how you can spout facts about all the things you love, and instantly make my day worth it whenever you show up. And every single time, I see you pop your head through the door at the lab, I can’t help but think about all those things again. I’m proud of you, and I love you.”

He heard a sniff as he realized your head was no longer resting on his hand, but was instead being wiped by the end of your sleeve.

“I love you too.” You replied simply, as you turned to hug him full on. He let his eyes fall closed as he embraced you back, not caring about how your tears seeped into his thin t-shirt, but instead finally at peace knowing that you were getting there. You were going to get better.

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A/N: I’m sorry that my first A/N was so bad :( But if you’re reading this because of an upcoming/past test, I BELIEVE IN YOU!!! And if you’re not, THEN I BELIEVE IN YOU TOO!

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[fariesoiree]

caution! mdni 1k wrdz, suggestive content

miffy’s note hi bbies! just a drabble to get him out my head. it’s unedited bc this is nawt serious and i am not expecting any sort of traction 😭 this for me!!! enjoy or don’t

adrian “the alucaurd” tepes.

a blond beauty. tall, charming, witty, and with the most dazzling amber eyes.

the same amber eyes that are unfortunately, avoiding your gaze.

you like to pretend it’s not you who’s caused these chains of events but are you really to blame? all you ever do now is sit behind the castle walls and entertain yourself where you can.

sure, there’s a whole village just outside the door being built from the ground up. sure, you could set aside your personal feelings and help but why would you? after months and months of defending yourself against night creatures, foraging, and forgetting any hygiene you previously had, sitting pretty in proper heating with access to clean water had you more spoiled than you’d like to admit.

and you can trust adrian has noticed, too.

“you’ve changed,” is what he would say with a tut of his tongue when you demand a hot bath with goat-milk soap and of course he complies. who is he to deny such a pretty girl who usually speaks such sweet words.

never in his several hundred years of living could he imagine ever bending to the will of a human but he can’t help it when it comes to you. it just feels so right . . . and also keeps you quiet.

unlike now. now, you’re bored, antsy, and finding the solution to your problems in harassing your lover.

“alucard,” your drawl, dragging the tips of your fingers against the wooden table stationed by the lounge chair you’re in. you’re all curled up, knees to your chest and head dangling off the armrest.

you can see him across the room, see the pained irritation that briefly crosses his face before it’s all released with a sigh. “please, just adrian. there’s no need for such formalities.”

he flips the page of the book he’s buried his nose so deep in without sparing a glance at you. adrian isn’t an idiot. for as long as he’s lived, he’s quite far from it. he’s already aware of what’s sure to come if you’re given too much of his attention and he’s not in the mood to entertain it.

“okay. adrian, is there not a better way to pass the time? i’ve grown very tired of sleeping and all of my friends are too busy for me.” you sit up up a swift motion. your curls move in accordance and dust the back of your neck.

“perhaps you would be more delighted if you’d help them with their duties,” adrian says. it comes out more of a mumble, dulcified by his smooth way of speaking.

you can only roll your eyes and settle into a new position, throwing your legs over the chair and resting your head atop the coffee table. you swear you’ve read every book on the shelf, explored every book and cranny in the castle. you can feel your beauty wasting away the longer you sit and do nothing. “how about you do something for me, for once. suggest something i can do.”

“i do everything for you and you know that. now, i’m going to ignore you.” there’s a chuckle in his voice, light and airy. as if there’s anything funny about the disastrous situation you’re in. a castle, just to yourselves, and he won’t a single thing with you.

you huff and puff, placing your feet onto the hand-stitched rug beneath you. “you’re not serious. you can’t be.” your pillow soft lips are already fixed into a pout and even more so when you’re met with absolute silence.

not even a glance.

“adrian tepes!” you’re on your feet and marching to his side before you can even think, hands planted firmly on your hips and ready to give him a scolding.

it’s only when you’re standing beside him that he cannot ignore your presence. in fact, adrian graces you with a smile, fangs just barely visibly. “mrs. tepes,” his hand comes around your waist to rest on your back, “you’re being unreasonable.”

the cheeks of your face flush with a heat you’ve only ever felt with him. you curl your lips in on each other to disguise your growing smile. the shyness hits your body all at once and you’re at a loss for words.

“is it not my job to give the kind people resources and knowledge they’ve lost over the years? if they’re going to rebuild their village, they should be properly equipped. i am sharing my land, after all.” adrian gathers you into his lap, sweeping the fabric of your long nightgown out of the way and smoothening it out.

the silence is palpable and never-ending. it’s prompting a response, one that you’re nearly obliged to give.

“well . . ., yeah.” your press the palm of your hand against your lips in an act of both defiance and guilt. you’re wrong and you know you’re wrong. you don’t need an old vampire to explain it to you.

his fingers dance along the silk, sliding the fabric along your thighs. it brings a subtle chill down your spine and prickles goosebumps on the surface of your skin. “yeah. so this tantrum you’re experiencing, it’s unreasonable. will you allow me ten minutes? please?”

there’s a moment where you consider saying no. the pretty little thoughts in your head whir and whir with the possibilities. saying no and what? he’d listen? adrian is a bit of pushover but he’s not dense. he wouldn’t do everything your heart desires. of course, you could always agree and end up alone, ignored, and pushed aside. you’re pursing your lips again, already ready to voice your opinions but your words get caught in your throat.

you’re choking on them when the same fleeting fingers are hiking up the hem of your dress, skimming along your inner thigh. sneaky badtard he is, using unfair advantages.

“adrian,” you mewl, grasping at his forearm in an attempt to stop him from progressing. “it’s unfair.”

he simpers, his attention delving into the many words floating on the stiff paper bound together by string and a cover. “you poor thing.” adrian’s fingers hike further and further until they’re ghosting over your clothed clit, throbbing in anticipation.

“can’t sit still for even a moment. should i give you something to whine about?” adrian flicks the book closed with one fluid motion of your wrist. it snaps and becomes a desolate memory in the back of your mind.

there’s a warble that builds in your throat when the pads of his tips move your panties aside and become busy in your sticky cunt. your chest rises and falls with each breath.

any thought you’ve previously had is ripped from your brain when your eyes meet adrien’s. they’re narrow, smirky, and knowing, watching your every move.

you stay like that, seated on his lap and entranced by those amber shaded eyes and perfectly at his disposal, rolling through the pleasure as it comes.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

everyday I am haunted by the fact I binged 25 whole seasons of southpark

like sincerely I am sorry aswell.

below is a rant about liane cartman and a shitty analysis on her character, if you wanna hear it feel free too press the keep reading!

if not skip this post!

anyway, since I watched like 25 whole fucking seasons of the shit storm that is southpark.

there are some parts that people who haven’t watched the whole series completely miss, which by fuck is fun to talk about.

anyway you know cartman? Yeah the racist antisemite of Uber awfulness????

yeah anyway his mother liane cartman, IS EVEN FUCKING WORSE.

you have to bear with me here while I explain some things, cartman as a character did not start off as a crazed nazi racist no he did not at fucking all.

he sucked and was a bully but like he was not racist or anything character wise yet that was a later addition lol

(watching season 1-7 is a fucking trip because you literally see in real time how Matt and Trey were like “let’s make cartman the worst”)

but like, liane??? SHE IS LITERALLY A NAZI AND HORRIBLE BEYOND HORRIBLE.

like, she seems like this pushover in the show that cartman is manipulating or something like it’s the furthest fucking thing.

she is literally single-handedly the worst fucking character, because she gets away with it.

like cartman is literally the epitome of what indoctrination and pipelines looks like, and it’s really fucking something to see him become this heinous horrible person. When you watch the show it’s just what the fuck is happening.

because liane is the fucking puppet master, she has every single person on her side and she is HORRIBLE.

liane made cartmans costume, liane told and taught cartman to be a literal nazi, liane is a fucking homophobe, like its fucking her.

because you literally canonically see the shit she says to cartman, she looks so fucking innocent out of context but she is the puppet master of the whole stupid show.

like literally when in the post covid special cartman hits the fucking road and leaves liane and south park behind he fucking changes big time. Having unlearnt a lot of shit and settled down got married had kids became A FUCKING RABBI like it’s out of left fucking field.

and he wholeheartedly did change, and it’s such a comedic moment and honestly telling of fucking liane.

she is a manipulative, bigoted, horrible human being.

like it’s not even subtle it’s overt.

like, alot is off screen but like why is there no liane hate she is single handedly the antagonist of the show.

every time I see like people who don’t really know her character talk about her like she’s some damsel in distress I die inside because she is LITERALLY CANNONICALLY horrible.

she is a antisemitic, racist queerphobic piece of shit.

she LITERALLY OUTRIGHT SAYS THE SHIT.

and cartman being a fucking asshole kid, gobbles it up and spews her own words at his friends. He understands literally none of it, but he keeps saying what she told him.

like UGHHHHH

I’m not a cartman defender man I’m just pointing out that liane is like 2x worse than him.

again, cartman started out as a normal ass kid stupid a bully but mostly normal.

and like you literally see lianes fucking presence in how he functions and works and talks, like every single thing he says, is things liane says covertly.

like UHGHGGHHGGHHGHHH

like, to give cartman like one thing. He does not deserve a high, mother who literally lets him get fucking all types of abused and neglected.

everything else is on him, but like fucking liane sucks.

especially early liane she’s not even hiding it, she’s fucking jovial about her sons genocidal rampages.

she literally cannot imagine her son without her manipulation and babying, (as seen in “Tsst”) like she’s horrible.

she looks like the victim but by hell is she, she’s literally a nazi! She’s LITERALLY CANNONICALLY A NAZI!

like, butter’s parents are horrible.

but liane is just another level, like she is the worst of them all.

like, honestly cartman’s anger at her is fucking justified.

SHE LITERALLY LEAVES HIM TO DIE on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS, wether she was high, preoccupied with being a sex worker, or any of the other bullshit.

(Btw no shade to both sex workers or drug addicts, you are not liane cartman from SOUTHPARK this is not about you lol)

like she is AWFUL, and cartman is a reflection of her.

like I can’t believe people are liane defenders like fuck her canonically.

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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 38/41

Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, talk about masturbation, separation angst,

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice

8.25.2020

Hey babe! 

So, yay email! Hopefully this will work for us. :) But the internet is SO SLOW. Even with barely anyone here it took 10 min for my email to load. I am told by the winterers that trying to upload a video is all but impossible. But a picture *can* go through. Thank the local deity that we don’t have to super old school it and use carrier penguins! Yay! Well we finally made it to McMurdo. I can’t believe it’s been a whole month since I’ve seen you, well except for the phone calls in Christchurch. It feels like the band aid is really ripped off now. I’m just trying to breathe through it. I hope you are staying busy or at least distracted. I am excited to finally be here after 5 days of delayed flights as is the rest of my group. We’ve taken to calling ourselves a flock. I have no idea why. So I’ve got a room all to myself right now, but we’ll see how many people show up for the mainbody season in October, I may or may not have a roommate. So, there I was trying to get settled and I opened my big suitcase and found the books and the dark chocolate and the candles and the little bottle of essential oil blend. Fuck it smells like you. It made me cry and smile at the same time. Thank you baby. This is a classic pic me in front of the station sign. It looks darker than it was, but we only had 4 hours of sunlight and there was a storm coming. Wow, I thought I'd been through blizzards at home. This was nothing compared to what they got here! I’d send you a photo. But it’s literally just white.

I do have a confession to make. You remember that freakin’ hot phone sex we had during my quarantine? Yeah… um.. I recorded the audio, yup, every time. I’m gonna listen to your amazing voice telling me to touch myself. I think I’ll lube up my butt plug you gave me and push it into my ass imagining it’s you. Fuck I miss you. I miss your body next to mine at night and your cock in me in the morning. I love you Aus, I miss you. All the kisses for you. ~Your Kitten

8/26/20

Kitten!!!  I’m so stoked that we still get to keep in touch. Even if only over email. That pic of you in front of the sign feels surreal. I can't even tell it's you with all the layers! The landscape looks so desolate. I’m so glad you found my gifts, that’s just stuff I don’t like to live without, kinda like you. I’m not liking living without you. Although I’m STILL finding post-it notes. You little fiend, putting them in all my clothes. Makes me smile and cry too. I did get some exciting news though. Baz, as you know, has been checking up on me since you left. I really love him, he is such a marvelous soul. Anyway he told me yesterday that we will start rehearsals next week and filming is slated to start up again in mid to late September. Thank God, I gotta have something to focus on other than this empty apartment. I’m just waiting for the rest of the crew to get back in country, then I’ll be too busy to think. Also, I’m gonna talk to your Uncle Roy this week and make sure I can still stay here. Baz says the studio will give me a stipend for the apartment and I’ll just pass that along to him. That reminds me, Kate said she had not seen anything related to us from Marissa’s channel and that she would be willing to have a meeting with her, but she won’t make any guarantees. I have a confession too, I went and developed those couple rolls of film we'd taken. It was so fucking sad that you weren’t there to play with while I waited for them to dry. Anyway, You know how I wasn’t sleeping in our bedroom yet? Well, I put the photos I took of you up all over our bedroom and it finally let me sleep in there alone, although I might’ve cried myself to sleep just a little. When I woke up hard I had those gorgeous pictures of you in that black dress to jerk off to. Fuck you are hot and fuck I miss you so much. Oh my god, just reading that you are fucking your ass with my butt plug has me hard, you are such a naughty Kitten. I might have to keep track of how naughty you are and punish you accordingly when I see you next. I wish you were here to suck this hard cock right now. I think when I finish I’ll stroke myself while looking at those closeups of you and imagine your luscious lips wrapped around me. I’d send you a pic of it, but I’m terrified it could get out somehow. I love you more, I miss you terribly, only 187 more days to go.. Roughly. ~Your Aus

9.20.20

Hello my love,  So how’s things? Are you ready? I’m so excited for you to start filming again. You got this babe! I believe in you! (forehead kisses) There were satellite issues again when I tried to call you last night. I’m so sad we keep getting hosed on our phone calls. Soon you’ll be too busy to take a call from me! We are pretty solidly in the groove of our workday, that’s 6 days a week. I’m on the day shift right now and it’s been a bunch of maintenance checks and rebuilds on buildings and answering calls for service. There is a big build that got delayed due to covid, but we will be starting on that pretty soon. The food is surprisingly good. The galley really loves their themes. Taco Tuesday, Asian Nights, Sunday Brunch. The pizza is pretty good too! It’s not a woodfired oven made by the hands of angels good, but when you want pizza, it’ll do. Made a good group of friends, though we are all weird misfits here it seems. Do you remember when people had to talk to each other instead of stare at their phones? It’s like that here, since there isn’t wifi, not that it would work right. It’s amazing how old school it feels, it’s kind of wonderful. Probably sounds like torture to you my shy, introverted darling.

Most of the people here are guys. It’s like 70/30. I’m the only woman in my department, not like that’s new to me. The first day I showed up for work the foreman asked if I was in the wrong place. They tried to give me shit at first until I out-hammered them all in a nailing race. Just a dumb little competition thing. But it stopped them from fucking with me. Yeah, I know my stuff assholes! Lol! Now we are all good. Except for Joe, I do not like Joe. He just rubs me wrong and won’t let the girl thing go. We may have to have a little come-to-Jesus meeting during which I emasculate him with the claw on my purple hammer! The other women I’ve met have also been surprised by the overall disappointing behavior from some of these guys. There is a saying on the ice- “Antarctica: Full of badass women and mediocre men.” This is true. Not all the guys are that way though, some of them are nice and those are the ones that get laid. Yeah, there are a lot of hookups happening and there are free condoms, like, everywhere. No one here is as interesting or as sexy as my man though. Plus, you spoiled me with not having to use condoms. I miss your skin on mine, I miss your lips on mine, I miss your cock in my mouth. Since I don’t have a roommate yet, I think I’ll light your candle, put on the sexy music playlist we used to fuck to and add some of that EO to my wrists. I’m going to suck on my dildo. I’ll start slow just licking the tip, I’ll imagine your hand in my hair and your sky blue eyes watching every flick of my tongue. I’ll make sure my lips are good and wet before I slide it down my throat. And I’ll be fucking myself with my vibrator, the one that's curved. The only thoughts I'll have in my mind are ‘it’s your cock in my mouth, it’s your hand on my pussy, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you’. I’m gonna cum so hard, moaning around your imagined cock in my mouth, I may have to do it twice. God I miss you. Tell me more about how you jerk off to pictures of me, that is so damn hot. I’m just imagining you stroking yourself, playing with the tip a little. Damn. ~Your Slutty Kitty

 9/22/20

My bad, bad Kitty, I do not know how you do it, but are you aware of how fucking sexy you are? Even just via email you get me so riled up. How do you take the mere 26 letters of the alphabet and make them into these sexy fucking pictures in my head?! I miss my cock in your mouth too, I miss you laying out on the bed with your legs wide and my head buried between them. I don’t have anything to lick and pretend is your pussy, but I promise I will make up for it when I see you next. Oh lord I gotta go take care of this massively hard co

9/22/20

Hey love,  Sorry, I hit send without meaning to! You got me so hot I wasn’t thinking clearly. It didn’t take me long baby, I used that coconut oil from just before you left. The scent totally put me right back there with you on your knees devouring my cock. That reminds me, I need to get that dress dry-cleaned… It’s stopped smelling like you now so… I suppose it’s time. I’m ready- ish, the last 6 months made me feel like all the Elvis sunk into my bones. I’ve been working like a fiend with Baz and Polly and Irene and Erik. They have all commented on how it’s different now, more natural. My day is so full of Elvis again it’s hard to think about anything else. I’m so nervous all over again. I’m waking up at 3 again. I miss you. Not just for the sex baby, but you. You make me better. Please keep trying to call, my PA on set will have my phone when I don’t. I put one of your pics up in my trailer, btw, one of the clothed ones. I kiss my fingers and touch it every time I leave and say hello to it when I come in. People that see me do it still don't know who you are, (Baz and Tom are good secret keepers). That last article with the pics of you and I at the airport really threw them all off. I think Kate told me that the paps were searching the passenger lists for all outgoing planes to Europe that day to see if they could figure out who you were. It's fun to keep them guessing. I totally get the hooking up, happens on set too. People are people. I’m not worried about you Kitten. How’s your demon though… she doin’ ok? Getting out of hand at all… pun intended! Ok, early call in the morning. I love you so much. 160 days +/- ~ton Roi

10.11.20

My darling man,  FUCK I am still riding the high from talking to you last week! I can’t believe I caught you in your trailer too! I’m sorry I couldn’t play sexy games back with you because the phone was too public on my end. I loved you telling me how you were stroking yourself though and how you came on your stomach. I went right back to my room, to rub one out. Damn. Luckily my new roommate was at work. She asked me when she moved in why I had a pic of you and me on the wall by my desk. I told her I was in love with you. It was so funny, she sat down on the couch and started talking about you like we were in middle school. ‘ He’s so dreamy and I hear he broke up with his girlfriend and is dating a French woman!’ “was that the only time you met him?” Oh my god, it was all I could do to not laugh in her face. I’m sorry baby, I had to tell her. I hope you aren’t mad! I still don’t think she believes me, even after I showed her pictures of us (appropriately clothed of course). I appreciate you asking after that sexy bitch in my head. She is doing fine, staying on her lead. None of these people would satisfy her anyway. She’s too far gone for you. :) My daily horniness level has chilled out since I’ve not been getting fucked by you on the regular, though there are times! Oh and fun news! I’m going to be setting up a few field camps in a couple weeks, so I won’t be in touch much after halloween -ish. But I WILL be out on the literal ice. Think warm thoughts for me! At least I will get away from Joe! He is still a dick.

~your naughty Kitten (for different reasons)

10/12/20

Kitten,  Of course I’m not mad! Once you are back I want the whole world to know that you are mine and I am yours. Also, Kate set up a meeting with your cousin Marissa. I talked to her and got her info when I talked to Uncle Roy. (He still refuses to let me pay him.) Kate was impressed by her and is planning on offering her a paid internship. Love you baby, go conquer that ice! ~Aus

(Please read the following letter with a deep southern accent of yore) Twenty fifth day of October in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty My darling Austin, I pray that this electronic mail finds you healthy and hale. I have been feeling dashed about by the trials and travails of my good work here on the deep continent. We no longer are a sleepy little hamlet of a mere 200 people. Oh no! A veritable influx of learned people hath arrived, swelling our little cold town to over 800! The light has arisen indeed as we currently receive a joyful 15 hours of sunlight each blessed day. My dear roommate Tabitha seems to have accepted the love that exists between us, my dear Austin, since she overheard our delightful conversation on the telephone a scant few days ago. Indeed it seems she has spread our information to the other members of the kitchen staff as one of the good ladies asked me about it the other day as I procured my nourishment. The person in question didn’t know you, but was happy to know I was dating someone, since apparently the rumor had been circulating that I was a person uninterested, sexually that is. The very idea! My darling Austin, I shall be leaving in two days time for my quest on the ice. It will be my pleasure to erect structures providing temporary shelter from which the good men and women of science may illicit new and exciting information about this oft times perplexing world that humanity calls home. And before you query, yes, I must confess my dear Mr. Butler, I have been imbibing in the devil's drink and yes my loins still burn for you. Pray for me, dear man, that I may endure such hardships that may come and be delivered forthwith into your awaiting arms. With all my love and tenderness. Miss Kitten P.S. Sorry about drunk-as-fuck girl up there, she is just being silly. Can’t wait to fuck your brains out again! Love you -She Demon

10/26/20

Kitten,  You are so weird. I fucking love it and you. I’m so glad you are mine. Filming is so far so good. I barely have time to think, which is perfect. Also, I was eating a mango in the kitchen last night. You know how you cut the side off and score it then turn it inside out? Well, I decided just to eat it off the rind like that, instead of cut the chunks out. And all of a sudden it was like eating your dripping pussy. I am slightly ashamed to say that I dropped my pants right there and jerked off with the coconut oil. The juice was dripping down my chin and chest and onto my cock. Oh, My. God. It was the best one yet. I’ll have to do it for you (to you?) when you get back. Needless to say, a whole new world has opened up to me. I WILL be buying more mangoes. I may not be able to see one without getting aroused from here on out. I think I’ll go have the other half now…

Good luck doing bang! bang! construction things on the ice! Stay safe and warm. I’ll talk to you when you get back. Forever yours- Austin

10.27.20

Aus-  Oh, Mangoes… Damn. Now I fucking want mangoes. Freshies are like currency down here, I haven’t seen a mango though. Just so you know, that last letter was a bet between me and Tabs. We did karaoke that night and I got a little sloshed and started talking in accents. She didn’t think I would do it. Lol! I tried calling you a few min ago, but no answer. I’m leaving in an hour. I’ll email and try to call when I’m back! Oh and come to find out that Joe thought he was flirting with me the whole time, he likes me. Was about to pull my pigtails, I suspect. Boys are so weird. I confronted him and he confessed he was crushing on me pretty hard. I told him about you ( not by name) and that I wasn’t available (plus I would fucking break him). He seems to have backed off and will hopefully treat me like a person. So yay! Growth! Love you tons, Tally ho! Kitten

10/28/20

Darling,  It breaks my heart that I missed hearing your voice. I really needed it too. We filmed some gut wrenching stuff this week and I just needed you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Austin 124 +/-

 11.22.20

Sweet, sweet man, I love you too! I’m sorry you had a tough week and I wasn’t there for you. I promise after this, I will never be more than a text away from you again. I hope it’s gotten better! I’m going to try calling tonight when I get off work. Thank god I’m back though! We had a crazy, crazy time. We got caught in a freak storm at Amundsen-Scott. We were supposed to be there for like a day to get supplies and such. We ended up there for 5 days! But after that things cleared up, it was amazing. We set up 5 different camps. Everything from simple temporary polar escapes on wooden platforms to actual shelters that will have to stand up for the rest of the season if not longer. One was at a penguin rookery! They were adorable and came right up to us! Miss you love, hopefully we will talk soon! ~Kitten

11/23/20

Babe,  Those pictures with you and the penguins are unreal! I can't believe they just walked up to you. It blows my mind that anything can live down there. How are things with Joe? Did he actually change his behavior? I would say ‘do you need me to come down there?’ but I know you got this, my amazing, strong sexy beast of a woman. I hope I can pick up when you call next. Missing hearing your voice broke my heart. ~Aus 98+/- (Why is this taking so damn long! You should be in my arms.)

 12.14.20

Dear darling Austin, Thank god we got to talk last week, I was really worried about you. Digging into the pain about your mom… I just wish I was there to hold you tight, like she would’ve been. I know I didn’t know her, but from everything you’ve said, I know I would have adored her. (hugs, hugs and more hugs) I got your package yesterday! I opened it without thinking, thank god all the things in it were wrapped! Except for the mangoes… fuck baby. They are perfectly ripe right now, if a little frozen. I’m gonna go eat some mango pussy. Would you like that? watching me eat pussy….

Did you get my package yet? It might be a bit silly. But you can open it when you get it. :) We have been digging into this new building since I got back. The guys worked on all the steel pieces and I’m lead on the framing team. It’s definitely different from what I’ve been used to doing. But I’m finding that all my skills are actually helpful because I know the pieces that come next, so I don’t let the crew fuck things up for the electricians and plumbers and drywallers that will be coming behind us in the future. I miss you baby, I know we keep saying that to each other, so much that it’s like saying something over and over again and the shape of it feels odd in your mouth all of a sudden. But even though I have made great friends here and am in a routine that pulls me from day to day, it would be perfect if you were here with me. With you on my arm, no one would try to pull my pigtails! Love you with all my heart ~Kitten

12/25/20

Baby Doll,  Merry Christmas!! Babe, I did get your package, and I didn’t open in until this morning. Why would you say it’s silly? It’s amazing. You painted this? I am going to take it in and have it framed so I can hang it up. Wow. If you ever wanted to stop doing construction, you could be a professional artist. Tom and Rita have invited a bunch of us up to their place for dinner. I’m about to go get ready but just wanted to tell you that yes, I get it. Saying it gets old, but it doesn't mean we don’t feel it still. Yeah, mom would’ve adored you right back. I fucking miss you. I fucking love you. And holy fuck yes on watching you eat pussy, mango or otherwise.

66 days +/- (can we make time move faster?) ~Your own personal elf- Austin

12.25.20

Dear Austin,  Merry Christmas!! I loved your gifts, they are perfect for here! Lip balm and sunscreen and the warmest, silliest socks. That mini humidifier is sitting on my bedside table as we speak! The running gloves for under my big ones are going to be a game changer! Now I can do fiddly bits without my fingers getting cold! Although it’s a ridiculously balmy 25 degrees Celsius out there right now. I don’t even bring my red parka out right now! Today I joined the Antarctic Polar bear club. Yup I plunged into barely above freezing water in my underwear, no not the unicorn ones, I actually had some polar bear ones I brought just for this! I was nothing if not on theme! It was fucking cold. And exhilarating! But I’m not sure I want to do it again. Luckily we went right into the sauna to warm up! Love you ever so much, give Tom and Rita my love! ~Your Xmas Kitten

1/1/21

My sweet Kitten, Thank you for the phone call, oh my god I needed it. I’m feeling so worn out, even though we kinda had this week off and I’ve been just sleeping as much as I can and going to the beach with other cast members, it’s just not the same without my best girl next to me. (that’s you, btw) I wish I had you with me last night to kiss. I did end up kissing Olivia, but it was just a new years eve peck thing, plus it’s not like we’ve not kissed on set. Is that weird for you? I’ve never asked you about it. Love you so much, it hurts. I def need a kiss on my heart. 59 days +/- ~Yours, Austin

1.3.21

Austin, When I see you, you are gonna get all the kisses on every part of you. Real talk babe: where I’d like to be there to remind you what my kisses are like and reap the benefits if you get turned on, kissing on set doesn't bug me, that’s just part of acting. Didn’t Elvis kiss like all the girls in the audience? Super-spreader much? Ha! TBH, I pecked a few people too when we counted down to midnight. How do you feel about that? Wow, that looks super passive aggressive. I’m def not meaning it that way. Just wondering cuz we’ve never talked about it and I don’t think our games with Loki or ‘the guy from Brisbane’ count as talking about it! Now actually making out with someone like not for work (that’s a crazy sentence right there!)… that we’d def have to talk about. I mean… mostly because I would want to be a part of something hot like that. FOMO!!! On a different note, I sang in Icestock last night. It’s the annual McMurdo music festival. There were comedians and skits and mini plays and bands and a chili cook off! I sang a bunch of stuff with some guys, we had to rehearse on our off time but it was super fun! I had my buddy video it. I’m gonna put it on a USB stick and send it to you, just for fun! There is some other stuff on there too, just for you, including my polar plunge! God we needed a party too. The grind was getting to us all. Yeah we have 24 hours of daylight, but I never knew I’d miss the stars so much! We are about to head into Vessel Season, that means extra people in town, mostly Kiwi and US military, to help unload the massive supply ships. From what I understand we will be pulled to help. I love you baby, soon hunny, soon I miss YOUR kisses ~Kitten

 1/8/21

My darling love, Happy Elvis’ birthday! He would've been 86. We had a huge birthday cake on set today. I don’t really care about pecks like that, plus you are too French for me to get up in arms about that. I do feel the same way you do about making out. If you are gonna make out with someone, I want to be there too. If it’s a girl, I def want to be there. That would be hot. We filmed a kissing scene today between young Elvis and younger Priscilla. It really made me miss you so much. I definitely channeled our first kiss into the work. Remember, on the couch? This might be weird to say, but no one kisses me like you do. Love and miss you, 52 days +/- ~Aus

1/25/21

Kitten,  Honey, I have a confession. We were rehearsing one of the big shows where Elvis goes into the audience and kisses all the girls. I had to talk my own demon out of taking home an extra and fucking her silly. She looked just enough like you and she was staring at me all dreamy eyed when I was on stage. Then I had to kiss all these women in the audience and I was all worked up. I’m sorry babe, know that I didn’t do anything or even talk to her. But we talked about being honest with one another and I feel better with you knowing. No I’m not asking if I can do anything with her, it was just like a perfect storm to turn me on. Honestly I’ve been too exhausted and terrified to really feel horny lately, so it kinda took me by surprise. I’m so sorry if this makes you mad. Know I love you and I’m not gonna do anything to screw up what we have. ~Austin 35 days +/- (I can wait, I swear)

1.26.21

Babe,  Love you, not mad. Will respond more when I have time! ~Your best girl

1.31.21

Ok my love,  First of all, I’m sorry this took so long to reply to. It’s been so busy here I’ve not had time. Secondly, I’m not mad. You are human, despite your intrusive thoughts to the contrary. Being attracted to people is just a part of being human. It actually feels really good that you were comfy enough to tell me how you are feeling. Thank you for trusting me. I have this ideal thought in my head that I’d want to be cool with a sorta semi-permeable relationship. Like yeah, making out with a women with you would be hot… fuck I think making out with a man with you would blow my fucking mind. (would you be down for that? Kissing a guy?) But I know I’m not cool with either of us just fucking others at will, at least not when we are this far away. How could you reclaim me, or I you, when these miles exist between us? Share someone with you? Sure, but we need to actually sit down and talk about it face to face. When I'm back and we’ve talked and you and I have had our fill of one another, if that girl is game and we get along… I’m down to try it out, baby. If you are even interested in that. There are a few cute Airmen here, but my demon seems to be slumbering. Remember, the less I get the less I want it. It could also be the fucking 10-12 hour days we’ve been putting in! Which is VERY different from fucking 10-12 hours a day.  Remember our first 72 hours? Damn that was amazing. I love you baby, now and forever, Your lover- Kitten

2/4/21

Amazing woman of my dreams,  How are you so fucking cool, do you know how hard I had to work to get my other gf’s to be cool about kissing on set, let alone talk about sharing a person. This whole thing makes me love you even more. How do I feel about kissing a guy? I think it depends on the guy. But it doesn’t squick me out or anything. Honestly right now, if it meant getting to hold you in my arms, I’d do it and more in a heartbeat. And for the record, I don’t think I could ever ‘get my fill’ of you babe. I love you so much, 25 days +/- (is that fucking real, only 25 days???) Devoted to you- Austin

2.25.21

Babe,  Oh my god! I am so done helping unload and reload ships! Give me my fucking hammer and let me pound something! So I have some shitty news. Y’know how, on the phone we were talking about my departure date being end of February and being back with you by March 1st. Well, I got my departure date, it’s not until March 10th, and I can’t move it up. They even offered me a bonus to stay overwinter, but I declined. As cool as it’s been I need to get off the ice and into your arms. So I won't be back on the Gold Coast until March 12th at the earliest. I don’t know if I have to quarantine. I have to arrange for my stuff to be shipped to Greece in that time as well. You say you have to leave for London mid March. I’m freaking out that I might miss you. I’m gonna try to call tomorrow so we can talk about it. Fuck this sucks, Love you so much ~Kitten

[visceravalentines]

Can I give a kiss to all three of the boys??? I am in desperate need of some lovin ?

You absolutely can and in fact we all need this thing so here we go:

Often during your weekends at Bo's, you awaken to find him already up and busy. This morning you wander out of the bedroom and he is curled up on the couch, peering at a Clive Barker novel through his reading glasses. He gets defensive every time he puts them on around you even though you've never said a word about it. A mug of coffee sits curling steam up in the sunlight. He looks up as you walk in and flashes you that heartbreak smile. "Mornin', pretty thing." You shuffle over, take the book from him, climb into his lap and take his face in your hands. You kiss him good morning, warm and sweet the way he likes his coffee. His chin is scratchy with morning stubble and if you didn't know better you'd think you were still sleeping, still dreaming, too golden and comfortable in his affection for it to be this real and tangible thing. His thumb plays at your waistband, a thought, a promise. When you break the kiss he immediately steals another, and another. He pulls off his glasses and with his nose pressed to yours, he maneuvers you onto the couch alongside him, wraps you in his arms and hikes your leg over his hip. "Was thinkin' 'bout takin' you to breakfast," he says, cupping your cheek, "but maybe we oughta stay in."

It isn't hard to hold still, not when it's for him. All you have to do is sit back in your body and watch him, the way he coaxes smooth, supple curves from hard, unyielding blocks of wax or clay or marble or wood. He sculpts with his whole body, his whole self; even when he moves nothing but a single fingertip over the details of a face his entire form is taut and electric and alive in that way only artists get to come alive. You wish you could see his face. Whatever expression he wears as he works must be sacred, because you are nothing short of devoted to the idea of it. His gaze flicks up to you and your heart skips a beat. He measures, looking back and forth from you to this other, nebulous, almost-you being carved into existence. He wipes his hands on a towel and approaches you and halfway across the distance something changes in his stance. The creative frenzy slips, twists, softens and heats up at the same time. You can feel it; surely he can too. "You're doing marvelous," he signs, "I just...." He trails off as he reaches for your face, two fingers under your chin, tilting your head ever so slightly up and to the right. You aren't sure where to look. You meet his eye and there is something more than a creative passion glowing there. "Lower your gaze?" he asks, and you do. You inhale sharply as his hand lowers into view, holding his mask. You whisper his name, his first name, and his thumb caresses your cheek, and you close your eyes all the way and let him guide your lips to his and it is so much more than you ever imagined, the way he kisses you with unmistakable reverence, the way every color you've ever seen is now bursting behind your eyelids. You don't move, you can't move, you're his model, his muse, but his hand settles gently on your waist and you can't help but arch into him and it occurs to you that maybe this is what he has really wanted to do in all this time spent guiding your limbs into position and adjusting the angles of your face. And you decide then and there that you'll let him capture you however he wants, in paint, in clay, in his hands, in his bed.

All the other rangers one by one have retired to bed, but not you. And not Lester, never Lester. He's the first one in and the last one out, always. It's what makes him a good leader. But he's got ulterior motives tonight and so do you. When the last man hauls himself out of his seat and bids you goodnight, and the crunch of his footfalls disappear into the night, you get up and round the fire to the vacant seat beside him. He smiles that puppy dog smile at you in the light of the dying embers and cranes his head back to gaze at the stars above the treetops. "Nice night, huh?" You agree, take his hand and give it a squeeze. "Y'all ready for tomorrow?" The two of you will be striking out for the north side of the nearby mountain range, scouting out which trails need maintenance and which can be left for another year. You'll have two weeks of uninterrupted time together, just you and the stars. You didn't even bother packing your own tent. You answer in the affirmative and he drops his gaze back to you. "Should be a...pretty good time, I think." If you could, you would follow him back to his cabin, snuggle up beneath the quilt and count the hours together. But you'll have to wait just a little longer. "Sleep well, sugar bee," he says, "see ya in the mornin'." You lean in for a goodnight kiss and he meets you in the middle. He tastes like s'mores, all chocolate and honey, and his mustache tickles your lip. The air is crisp and he is warm and the crickets make it sound like you're the only two people on the planet. Even though it is late and you've already said goodnight, you sit and share each other's breath for so long it necessitates another round of goodnights when at last you pull away. He is reluctant to drop your hand as you leave the glow of the fire and you know without saying it out loud that you will both lie awake in your cabins, counting the hours, looking through the ceiling at the stars.

[starry-blue-echoes]

PLEASE GOD THE PEN PAL AU WHERE OUGHweuygeugduuyh

*dances around with a silly spell and let's everyone live in a separate variation of the au bcs my goodness let Narancia and the others be happy for this scenario to work*

Imagine Narancia sending a letter to Jotaro when Jotaro comes over for some Marine Biology work decides to meet up with his old friend since it's been such a long time. Maybe some of the gang even meet up to see this "Cool Very Buff Tall Guy" (that's what Narancia describes Jotaro in my heart)

And the gang is absolutly baffled by how accurate Narancia's description of Jotaro is and they get to hear the absolutly wild stories they had like when Jotaro got set on fire and his insides were burning, Narancia what the hell-

Mista- *leans over to Nara* That is one very buff tall guy.

Narancia- Told you Mista.

to add more crack into this for sillyness, let's keep the light tradition of Trish having a tiny crush on Jotaro like she did in the Joots in Italy au in that one ask-

wait-....

*BASHES THE JOTARO IN ITALY WITH PEN PALS AU*

or alternatively

*BASHES HONOUR AMONG ASSASINS WITH PEN PALS*

I will now take my leave

*grabs you by the throat (affectionate)* GET BACK HERE BECAUSE YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS I AM LOVING THIS

just. at first the Bucci Gang don't fully believe Narancia about Jotaro. They know the guy exists and he and Nara are close, the kid has the letters to prove it and there's no way he could ever have that neat handwriting, but they also know Narancia has a tendency to exaggerate so they take all his stories with a grain of salt. They do sometimes react with scepticism but Narancia is very firm that No This Definitely All Happened Jotaro's Just That Cool It's Not My Fault You Guys Can't Grasp That >:/

I bet Narancia spent days trying to figure out how to photograph Aerosmith when he first got it so he could show Jotaro. Maybe this is what started Narancia's stories about the man since Wait You Know Other Stand Users? Unfortunately his attempts were unsuccessful and Narancia had to settle with a drawing which...... didn't turn out super great but it got his point across and Jotaro absolutely has it hung up in his office

and BIG yes to Jotaro visiting Italy before the insanity of Part 5. Maybe he visits a few months before everything goes down so he's able to meet everyone except Giorno. Maybe it was kind of a surprise visit, ie he waited a week or so before his visit to tell Narancia he was coming, and Narancia lost. His. Shit. He was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement, making so many plans to maximise how much fun they could have together since it had been YEARS since they last saw each other in person. Maybe Bucciarati even decides to invite him to one of their Family Team Dinners to get to know the man Narancia has spoken so highly of for all these years

meeting Jotaro in person was...... a definitely shock. When Narancia said Jotaro was Tall And Muscular they'd expected him to be that but by Narancia's standards. Plus, he'd mentioned several times he'd been 10~ so it stood to reason that description was based on how he'd been much smaller at the time. But nope, Jotaro's built like a truck and HUGE

and ofc, as you mentioned there's the absolute insanity that comes when the Gang realise "wait every single thing Narancia has said about this man is correct, wait-" Maybe Narancia even manages to wheedle Jotaro into showing off some of his scars as Evidence, which leads to some more stories which even Narancia hadn't heard yet and frankly paint a somewhat terrifying picture of exactly how strong Jotaro is

However, despite everything, Narancia would probably be very carful to hide the fact he was working in the mafia. Was he successful? Who knows. Jotaro definitely suspects there's something up, but Narancia is happy. Even through the letters Jotaro could tell Narancia was so much happier with the Bucci Gang than he'd ever been with his neglectful father, so he decides to let it slide

and things are going to get INSANE with the other two au merges. Joot in Italy is going to be a time, and you bet the second Jotaro walks into Libecco's he and Narancia do the Spider Man Meme because Wait A Fucking Moment-. Jotaro has half a mind to lecture Nara, but he's honestly in no position to do such a thing without the kid calling him a hypocrite. He and Narancia are going to make a surprising great team, with the latter also being sooooo smug about Jotaro proving all his stories right when he showcases his power

but then there's also the crushing terror when Jotaro nearly dies to the Boss. Because this isn't just a teammate, this is his dad/older brother who he's watching die before he eyes. He's forced to watch Jotaro's signal on Aerosmith's radar slowly fade away to nothing and he's helpless to do anything about it

This time, Narancia is one of the first people on the boat. The Boss nearly killed the one person who was there for him through everything. Who'd saved his life from Stands before he even knew what they were, who supported him when he decided to be a 'he,' who's letters made every day alone and in juvie so much more bearable

he's not running away again. Not this time

but THEN in Honor Among Assassins Narancia is going to be in p a i n. When they finally figure out there's another guy in the Squadra and he realises it's Jotaro he's going to be so conflicted. On one hand, he needs to do what the Boss orders, but on the other this is JOTARO

this emotional turmoil is only going to be even worse when he ends up figuring out why exactly Jotaro's sided with the the Squadra and that the Boss apparently killed Uncle Polnareff, which really sucks

(and if Jotaro never actually does anything to hurt Narancia...... well, that's nobody's business but his own)

[wasdaya]

BREATHLESS | steve harrington

+ steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: the 3 times you took all the breath out of steve's lungs as his best friend, and the first time you took the breath out of steve's lungs as his girlfriend

warnings: best friends to lovers, confessions, fluff, swearing, jealous, a lot of teasing, pet names, mutual pining, first kiss and heavy make out sessions

word count: 3k

a/n: in this imagine there are no monsters and all that upside down shit; gif is not mine! | masterlist here.

THE FIRST you took all the air out of Steve's lungs was when you saw each other after 1 year.

In context, you and Steve were neighbors. You lived in the house across from Steve's. You two, at age three, were soon inseparable. Today, each 19, things remain the same - quite different, in fact.

Well, you had gone to your grandparents' house for the holidays. You two were 17 years old. And you took the opportunity to take courses to deepen your knowledge while you didn't return to Hawkins.

Communication between you and Steve was complicated. And the longing that invaded Steve’s heart in not being able to see you every day consumed him for all the time you were there.

When you finally got back, Steve came the same day to see you.

Steve knocked on your door, his hands were shaking a little from nervousness and anxiety to see you. When you left, you were both 17, now you're 18. And Steve was relatively scared of what it would be like to talk again.

You've never been so long without seeing each other. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to talk to you properly or wouldn't be able to control his heart beating faster when you opened the door.

And then, you opened the door. And what he promised to control, he didn't. When he saw you, all the air in his lungs ran out.

Steve always knew you were beautiful, and the boys at school made sure to remind you of that. He always got comments from Tommy, Keith and Billy. Comments like:

"Your girl is a hottie, Harrington." “Is she single?” “Can you tell her about me?” “She looks really hot today.”

And Steve hated it. He hated it more than he should because he knew. He knew you were beautiful. You were smart, insightful, funny, and once again, beautiful. And he also hated himself. He hated himself for not being good enough for you. You were too good.

Seeing you so beautiful just standing in the door made him dizzy. Last time Steve saw you, you were already beautiful, but now you were breathtaking. You were perfect. God, he wanted to pass out.

But you keep him from passing out when you hug him. You hug him so tightly that he can inhale all your sweet scent into his nostrils. And once again he feels like he's going to pass out.

“Hey.” Your voice is muted as you are pressed against his neck. Steve doesn't respond. Making you let go of the hug - to Steve's dismay - to see his face. "Are you still alive?"

“Um- Yeah. I just- You look great.” He says nervously, and gets even more when you smile big at him, letting out a light laugh.

"You're not that bad either, Steve." You talk as you make way for him to enter your house.

“Sooo, how is your mom?” Steve asks as he walks past you, then follows you on your way to your room.

“Oh, she is great. My dad would be really mad at you if he knew you didn't ask how he was doing."

“Oh god. Sorry-“

“Steve, why are you so nervous?” You speak when you finally enter your room and close the door behind you. "I'm kidding. As i always do.” You notice Steve hesitate before speaking. Hands frantically smoothing his hair and gasps pouring from his nose.

“I know it's just that- Things are different, you know? You are different."

“I am different? Im definitely the same.”

"Oh, you're not." He speaks with a low laugh as he smoothes his hair again.

“Yeah? Tell me then. Tell me why i am different.” A small silence - not so comfortable, more suspicious, charged with tension - settles between the two of you.

"Shit. It's just- God, Y/N. You leave me speechless."

"I have a great power of asking questions that people don't answer, hmm?" You laugh and go on. “I love doing this to you. You get all nervous.”

And Steve really got nervous. I mean, who wouldn't, right? A pretty girl asking why she looks different while looking at you with the brightest eyes and the most tempting smile in the world, who wouldn't be nervous? Even Steve The Hair Harrington, the charmer of women would.

Steve didn't know whether to appreciate you not seeing the other side of his sentences or hate it. He was obviously speechless not because of your question, but because of you, and thank god you didn't understand that. But he also hated that you didn't notice. All he wanted was for you to finally understand and jump into his arms, kissing him until he was breathless.

And Steve had to admit he was tired of having to imagine what your lips felt like every time he saw you. And he always imagined. But it seems that this time it was stronger. It was different. It was as if he really needed the feel of your mouth on his, not just the thought.

“Do you want to eat some junk while we talk and catch up?” You ask Steve that seems to be in some sort of trance. “Steve?”

“Yes, that would be great. Very very great.”

You just smile and run to your junk drawer. You get three candy bars, a potato and some candy.

“So, tell me. How are the kids? I really want to see them.” You talk as you sit on the floor with the food and tap the floor beside you as a signal for Steve to sit down. He sits.

“They are great. They asked about you every time they saw me. They really miss you. And im sure they prefer you. You're great."

“No fucking way. You are the babysitter. I'm just the helper.” You answer as you pass him a piece of the chocolate bar.

"Sorry to tell you but you're wrong." He talks as you finishes eating a piece of chocolate and he continues: “What about the boys? Seeing someone?” You laugh lightly at Steve's question.

It was no surprise between the two of you that you'd already kissed a few guys in your life. And you've always sensed a certain - big - interest from Steve in your love life. But you always thought it was normal. Something best friends like to know.

“I'm not seeing a person fixedly, you know? But i kissed a boy on the trip. We kind of dated? I don't know. He didn't ask directly but he was really cute."

And at that very moment Steve swore his heart would burst. You dating? No, no, no, you weren't dating. You were only seeing one guy, weren't you?

The idea of ​​being traded for you by another boy was killing Steve. In fact, that was something that bothered Steve a lot. He knew that when you started seeing someone he would have to walk away. It's impossible for a guy not to be jealous of a male friend. Even more a best friend.

"Why do i get the feeling you didn't hear anything i said?" You ask yourself more. Slightly stressed that Steve was so off. “If you don't want to talk, tell me. Because honestly it feels like im talking to a wall. I can call Robs, she'll probably be more interested in-"

"Sorry. Y/N.” Steve cuts off your speech. “I want to hear everything you have to say, Absolutely everything. Very sorry. Keep going.”

And that was his day. Steve stayed from 2 pm until 12 pm at your house. Just talking to you. And if you hadn't practically forced him to go home because it was late he would have stayed longer. He would have stayed longer because he wanted to hear your voice. He wanted to see your face. See the way your lips curve into a smile every time he says some stupid joke. Or how your hands are so soft as they caress your bed pillows.

And he went to sleep thinking about you. Thinking about how you left him breathless. How you had an effect on him like you never had before.

-

The second time Steve swore he would stop breathing was a week after you had arrived from your trip.

Steve had been working on Family Video for a year. And you went to visit him for the first time. You didn't warn him that you would. You just asked Robin what time he would be there. You got a ride with Nancy, who dropped you off and went to school to work on something she was writing.

When you get there, you open the door of the movie store, making Steve automatically looks over, preparing to charm the customer. He's only surprised when he sees it's you. That same strange sensation taking over all of his senses.

Your intoxicating scent invades his nostrils. His eyes seem to blur at the sight in front of him. The sharpest hearing looking for your voice. And the shortness of breath from your presence. Shit. It was killing him.

You looked so beautiful. You wore a short dress above the knee. That showed too much skin. He stood out perfectly with your eyes and combed hair. You crack a big smile as you see Steve. And damn, this time he's sure to pass out.

Steve already expected that this would happen every time he saw you until he learned to control himself again. What he didn't expect is that his beloved lower limb wouldn't control himself. He was behind the counter when he felt him hard. Holy shit. You were getting closer and he would have to find a way to hide it. Because he knew the minute you two hugged you would feel it.

"Hi!" You speak with a smile. “Big place you have here.” You say and continue, noticing a slight discomfort on Steve's face. “You're okay?” He just nods. “Get out of there, i want to see your new uniform. It used to be those super sexy shorts from Scoops Ahoy. I want to see what's new.” You tease. Looking at him with a pitying look that Steve was never able to deny, even more so now. He knew what he was facing and he knew the danger. But he couldn't say no to you. Never.

He comes out from behind the counter. Getting a good look from you. Looking from his head to his feet. To Steve you were judging him, when in fact you were melting at the sight in front of you.

“You look hot, Stevie.” You say teasing - when really you're telling the truth - "Killing all the ladies with this look, hmm?" You tease one more time. Getting dangerously close. Your hand touches the badge that says “Steve” positioned it correctly. Soon after, raising your gaze so that you could face him.

“You look pretty too. Is this dress new?” He chokes a little as he speaks. Looking away several times.

“Actually it is. Are you going through my wardrobe, Harrington?” You play one more time. Making Steve's heart flutter faster through the uniform that feels too tight at the moment. “Your heart is beating faster. Do i make you nervous?”

Holy fuck. He wants to kiss you now. Kiss you so hard and rip that dress off you, even though you look so beautiful in it. He wants to run out of breath from kissing you so much. He wants to memorize every part of you as he runs his hand through your hair and your thighs. He wants to smell you as he kisses and sucks your neck. He wants this more than anything.

He's wondering when you became so provocative, so seductive. He wanted you to know how crazy you are driving him. But, he just looks at you and says, “Not at all, sweetheart.” And now it's your heart's turn to beat hard at the pet name.

The way your heart beat made you recoil. Fear takes over you. Because you knew Steve didn't feel the same way. He was just like that, teasing everyone. It was normal. He was your best friend and that's all.

-

The third time you almost killed Steve you were at his house. The kids and you had gone to his house to watch a movie. But since it was already very late, Steve asked you to stay there.

Everyone was gone when you finally said, “I really need a shower. Will you borrow a shirt for me?”

"Sure. Get a towel in the first drawer and any shirt of mine in the second drawer, okay?” He answers.

“Yeah. Thanks.” You talk as you get up from the couch. Going quickly to his room, getting his things and locking yourself in the bathroom to shower.

A few minutes pass. You get ready in the bathroom. Combing your hair, brushing your teeth and putting on Steve's perfume. When you leave, Steve is still in the same position he was in when you left. "How do i look?" You say making Steve take his eyes off the television and look at you.

And once again it's the fucking feeling. The shortness of breath taking over Steve. He's breathing heavily - if he's breathing at all. - You're in his shirt. IN HIS FUCKING SHIRT. With wet hair and the prettiest look ever. This time he's already dead. He's already dead and only his soul is on that couch.

You start walking towards him, waiting for the answer he hasn't said so far. And maybe you've already guessed what's going through his head.

"You did not answer me." You mumble. Sitting next to him. The sofa absorbing your weight and sinking a little. Steve is looking at you. Just looking at you with those prying brown eyes. You are melting. Wanting to give what he's been asking for some time. "Will not you answer me?"

"I cant." He finally speaks. So low you're almost unable to hear it. "Because if i did, i would say things you can't hear."

“What do you want to tell me, Steve?” You ask, even though you already know the answer. And you're dangerously close again. Thighs touching, even a small touch it sent shivers through Steve's nerves, chills that made his whole body shiver.

“I would say you look perfect. And that you've always driven me crazy, but recently you've been killing me. You leave me breathless every time you pass.”

And that's enough. That was what you needed to hear.

And before you could move forward, he's already kissing you. Once, twice, until he realize he will never have enough. He's everywhere, on your back, in your arms, and suddenly he's kissing you harder, deeper, with an urgent, fervent need you've never known before.

He disconnects your lips so he can whisper, “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” When you still didn't say anything, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of your temple. “Or say it now.” He traced the line of your cheek. "Or now." His lips were against your. "Or-"

But you reached out and pulled him to you, and the rest of his words were lost in your mouth. He kissed you softly, but it wasn't kindness you wanted, not now, not after all this time. Then you clenched your fists in his shirt, pulling him tighter against you. He moaned softly, and then his arms went around your waist, pulling you against him.

When he's already laying you back against the couch, you smile against his lips before whispering, "Why haven't you told me anything in 15 years?"

“I was afraid of losing you, beautiful.” He kisses you one more time. "You're too good for me."

“I'm not. Stop saying that. You are perfect, Steve.” You stop kissing him. Hands cupping both of his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “Perfect.”

He sighs as he looks at you with eyes of love, affection and affection. "I love you. I love you since i knew the true meaning of the word love. Because you were the one who showed me what it is to love.” And he kisses you one more time. But it's not a sexual kiss, it's a kiss of love. He loves you and that's what matters. Even if it took a while, he's there.

-

It had been a month since you guys started dating. And this was the first time you were going to visit Steve at work as his girlfriend.

And when everything goes like the first time, the bell rings, you walk towards Steve with the same big smile that leaves him out of breath. So breathless he's unable to think straight.

He can't believe it. How was he able to have the girl of his dreams? How did he stay with you after 15 years? How? Only how?

You're wearing a little dress in the same style as the first time, only the color is different. You look beautiful, as usual. You're approaching the counter, but he's already out of it. Running to get close to you.

“Hey.” You speak approaching. Steve automatically already wraps his arms around your waist. The urge to be close to you has never been greater than it is now that you're dating. “You look hot, Stevie. Killing all the ladies with this look, hmm?" You say as you move even closer. Lips brushing as Steve responds:

“You look pretty too. Is this dress new?” This time he doesn't choke before speaking, much less look away. He could not. Not when you're right there.

“Actually it is. Are you going through my wardrobe, Harrington?” You say with a huge smile. Making Steve's heart flutter faster just like the first time. “Your heart is beating faster. Do i make you nervous?”

"Actually, you make me breathless." He says, finally closing the space between the two of you. And Steve is sure he'll never get used to it. He's sure he's going to wake up and it's all going to be a long dream.

[bonefall]

are there any cats youve assigned music to/assosciate with certain songs?

What you mean like, the fake AMVs that play in my head on long bus rides? Sure why not, I'll bite and have some fun. Bonefall Rewrite playlist lmao

I'll try not to share music that I picked up from AMVs because hopefully you guys know that Firestar's actual, factual theme song is Bones Shatter

(Below the cut is 10 videos worth of music. Most of my music tastes involve killing and stabbing and murder and biting, be forewarned.)

I wrote a whole essay once on how To The Blade by Everything Everything is the perfect song for Ferncloud and Cloudtail in the wake of learning that Ashfur is the imposter once, but then deleted it lmao. The song is about the limitations of empathy in understanding the actions of a monster, how you'll drive yourself insane thinking of everything you could have done differently, and the intense feelings of helplessness and shame in losing someone you cared about to extremism

It's lost a little bit in the Rewrite... though I am thinking of making Cloudtail Ashfur's mentor to preserve it a bit because I really sitting there and thinking about this song with them in particular.

I think Whole Lotta Rosie is just a delightful song for Tangleburr, and AC/DC in general. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, also. She's just my little hard AC/DC girl I love her, this kinda rock music just fits her so perfectly

Literally every single time I think about Reedwhisker, the beat of Hard Knock Life (2014) comes into my head... and also the Spiderman video. Reedwhisker is my favorite butt monkey.

For Brokenstar I imagine a lot of different things, Barbarism Begins At Home by the Smiths is a common one, but I also gravitate towards Goat by Man Man for how the whole song feels like a chaotic fever dream. Something about it captures the way his whole life feels desperate and overwhelming, like something is deeply wrong and he knows it, but can't figure out what it is until after he's dead.

And on that note, Runningnose, all his schemes with Brokenstar, his whole story, I literally can imagine the animatic in my head to Snuff Out the Light, the villain song cut from Emperor's New Groove. I can see the ENTIRE thing. God had to nerf me by preventing me from being able to focus on anything because the minute I can do one task for more than 30 minutes it's over for the entire world

Breezepelt just after Bonefall OotS and how he's desperately looking for meaning in anything, how he DOESN'T settle down with Heathertail right away, him joining The Kin and getting himself in trouble and feeling like he dug himself into a deeper and deeper hole....... Beat Down by Mr Heavenly

Darkstar and Little Dark Age by MGMT also lives in my head

I vibe with Cruel Summer by Bananarama of all things for Hollyleaf so hard that I am actually considering changing the season of the last book of Bonefall Po3 to Summer. I don't share every reason for all my random worldbuilding changes because sometimes, it really is just "this song made me imagine something so vividly I've Gotta Do It Now"

Uhhh Aro/Ace Rosetail and love related songs my beloved. I don't even have a deeper reason. I just associate this song with Rosetail.

This one's for canon Tawnypelt as well as Bonefall Tawnypelt; do you guys realize the untapped potential of Tawny and Lady Gaga? The fact she denies all Tigerstar's attempts to get in contact with her?? How she shows up in a dream ONCE to yell at Hawkfrost and Brambleclaw about how much of a bad idea it is??? BEYONCE???? Come ON, GAY PEOPLE, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THIS LIKE 10 YEARS AGO

Tawnypelt x Telephone by Lady Gaga my beloved

Aaaaaand also, there is an internet where they were supposed to put my brain so I did listen to Dark Souls boss music when I wrote Speckletail's Bulldozer.

[shihalyfie]

I don’t know if this has been asked before, but are there any elements from Adventure/02 that you personally wish could have been handled or explored better?

The truth is, I'm not really sure. I've rewatched both several times since I first did all those years ago, and my view of it changes every single time. Almost every opinion I have ever had about the series does not match the opinions I had on it ten years ago, and I'm sure that goes for many other people who have seen it this many times. I think after my fourth time or so, it really dawned on me that Adventure and 02 are both "bigger" series than 104 episodes could contain. At this point, they've stopped feeling like just a TV series, and more like an entire world that was barely capable of fitting itself inside 104 episodes and a bunch of drama CDs and side material, and even then you see more of it spilling outside the edges. Whatever the TV series did or didn't have started feeling so tiny in comparison, and if I started thinking about whether the TV series should have shown this or that instead, that would have meant sacrificing something else that contributed to making the series unique. Everything is so tightly intertwined into something so big that I can't really imagine the chain reaction of changing one thing and sending it into an entire domino effect before my head breaks. In the end I had to settle for "it is what it is, for better or for worse."

If there is one thing I do really, truly wish were different, it's simply that I wish the series had communicated its intentions a little better, especially since this is supposed to be a kids' show. Too much of its real value -- and especially 02's -- comes from reading between the lines to the point you feel like your head is stuck in a tinfoil hat, or from thinking way outside what normal storytelling logic should suggest. Or even worse, from drama CDs or the novels or from interviews fifteen years after the series finished. So of course kids would come out of it thinking major parts of it don't make sense, or that 02 doesn't have cohesive characters, because it didn't communicate its logical process clearly, and the only way you can figure it out is by getting more life experience under your belt and being willing to be patient with and sit down with the series by watching it multiple times. There's a reason I often am hesitant to recommend either series to newcomers and have no shame saying that Appmon or something would be a better starting point.

I know for a fact that I'm not just making things up and injecting substance and meaning into the series where it wasn't originally. I've seen staff interviews, side materials, and even Kizuna (supervised by Seki herself, so I know some of the stuff in there was intended since the beginning) confirm a ton of my hunches. And I look at fanart and fanfic from Adventure and 02 fans from all over the world, ones I've never consulted with even once, and they often came to the same conclusions I did, so I know it's something that's there if you just look hard enough. But it required so much squinting and twisting my head around that for a while, it really did feel like I was making terrible reaches with my tinfoil hat, and that's why I wasn't confident enough to open this blog until 2020 when Kizuna confirmed a lot of what I'd been saying.

But the flip side of this is that the more you start forming an intimate relationship with what was going on between the lines in Adventure and 02, the more alienated you start feeling from others in the fanbase, because after a certain point it stops feeling like you even saw the same series anymore. You look back and see everyone talking about apparently unaddressed questions (they were addressed, but incredibly subtly) or characters supposedly lacking in development (not true at all!), and you don't want to go up to them and correct them because you sound like one of those well, actually pretentious people, but at the same time it does feel like they're talking about a beaten dead horse that should have been resolved years ago. (Probably the biggest example of this: the idea that Takeru and Iori are "spares" and aren't appropriate Jogress partners. The dynamic between them and how the two complement each other is easily well-known and agreed on among 02 hardcores, but it relies on understanding certain nuances of both characters that weren't always put in clear words, so of course most people wouldn't see that on the first try.)

And it's really not their fault. No reasonable human being should be expected to have gotten what you saw out of the series after 15 years of studying it like it's your thesis topic from a kids' show they watched when they were in elementary school, and especially when that show was not very clear about it. With 02 in particular, it often leads to a chain reaction where because they didn't like it the first time, of course they have no reason to give it another try ever again (and they shouldn't be expected to!), so that'll just be what the series is to them and how it'll be seen by the public. From their perspective, the 02 hardcores picking things apart line by line and writing theses about them look like they're grasping at straws. I can't blame them. Most kids' shows aren't like this.

On the bright side, the series being like this means I do get to have the lovely experience of feeling like I'm discovering something new every time, even twenty years later. And I'm sure that if not for that, I wouldn't have had nearly as much material for this blog, because it would have been very clear in the series already, so there'd be no need to discuss it further. So in the end, Adventure and 02 are a very unique series, for better or for worse, and it is what it is. It's something the creative team very obviously had a ton of passion and love for, to the point they made a world far too big and characters far too deep for 104 episodes to cover neatly. Maybe that's enough. It's been more than twenty years, so I've accepted that we can't change anything about the past, that I'm grateful for the series we did get, and that we'll just have to make the most out of everything we were given to work with.

[someone-you-do-not-know]

Howdy 📯 You got a minute to talk about nonsense with me? (it's fun, I promise :D)

For some reason, I got a feeling that you've already been asked this, but I shall ask you nonetheless

/You can imagine us both on a talk show, if you want/

Birds

Do you have a favorite birb? (Or any favorite animal for the matter?)

What inspired you ✨ to create Birdbrains? Specifically, Gilbert's au character. Because I know that that guy has always been associated with birds, but in the same time he only has Gilbird in canon. And you need to do a lot of research for every chapter to be able to portray a believable ornithologist. You captured his persona perfectly ✨ 👌, I had a friend who liked ornithology and they're always spraying people with random bird facts, it's so funny ���

Speaking of which, is it hard to do research? There's so many details you put into these, it's so impressive

Was there any moment when you for a reason decided to just come up with your own fact? Were there many? 😈 or not?

Your bits are hilarious, how much time does it take to come up with a joke?

And lastly, what is your favorite bird fact? 🐦

Thank you for answering, here's some sweets 🍭🍬🍫 :)

I think you're severely overestimating my popularity, no one's asked me these questions before.

I do have a favourite bird! And a favourite animal too! My favourite bird is a raven! And my favourite animal is a bat – not any specific kind of bat, but the very concept of them! I also really like snakes. I am perfectly aware those are all... edgier animals, but when I was in third grade, we had to do a project on our favourite animal, and I didn't want to do a cat or a dog (or a horse), so I settled on a bat. Maybe I was always a little edgy?

Look at the pretty raven, it's so clever and pretty.

Just as I wrote in the tags for the first part of Birdbrains, I really did look at a duck for a little too long. Then I thought about the Bad Friends Trio and how they're always portrayed as these cool guys who everyone likes... And Gilbird... And then it clicked. I was struck by the insane thought "wouldn't it be funny if the BFT were bird watchers?" Then I of course had to have spamano, and I always liked prucan – how to make them connected? platonic romerica and North American bros, of course. Why they would meet? Well, hunting and birdwatching take place in the same areas... And in some odd 20 minutes after looking at a duck, the outline for Anatinae was formed in my brain. The Gilbird – Gilbert connection is what carries this entirely, that and the fact that Gilbert is actually not awesome, he's a losernerd who's not afraid to show it, and that makes him awesome. I'm SO glad you say I captured the ornithology spirit, because I don't actually know any bird watchers or ornithologists. 🥲

The research is part of why I haven't managed to write the next part (fruk being idiots who are hard to write is the other reason). For every single main part of birdbrains, I read through the wikipedia page for the chosen bird, spend time to figure out the subfamily for the bird, research symbolism and actual bird behaviour of the bird in question... It's a lot. For most, I've had 4-5 dedicated pages open for research purposes. While writing Cyanocoracinae, Youtube even began recommending me videos of blue jays, because I had watched a few videos to learn what their calls sounded like. It's a stupidly large amount of research – and bald eagles have no excuse for how hard it was to find their subfamily. Subfamilies are apparently a little bit of a strange label in the first place, but at this point all main parts has to end with -nae, because I think it has a nice ring to it.

So far, I don't think I've come up with my own facts. Misunderstood things, grossly simplified the difference between ravens and crows, and taken symbolism, jokes, and metaphors way too seriously – sure. Pheasant bashing is purely based on how fucking dumb all the pheasants I've ever seen are. Those birds want to die. But I try to stay true to reality, in case there's an ornithologist Hetalian out there. I don't want them to get mad at me for not knowing my stuff. XD

The jokes though. I'm glad you think they're funny! The jokes aren't that hard to come up with. Most are puns, after all, and some of them I think of while researching. Generally, I just go with whatever would be sillier. I live off of the silly.

My favourite bird fact is a bit hard, because there's so many in my head at this point. But last year when I went to Jungfraujoch in Switzerland, I learned about the alpine chough (there's just something about black corvids), and how it nests at a higher altitude than any other bird. Their eggs have adapted to this low oxygen atmosphere, and has a smaller loss of water too. Not to sound like Gilbert, but they're really cool.

Thank you for the candy! <3

[golbrocklovely]

colby is a very contradicting human being. just when you think he has changed, hes gotten the hint, there is not more he can delete,he goes back and throws in a old snap question from Ms snapchat and we’re back to square 1. i think most of us have caught up to her game by now, how conniving she is, and deemed it pretty pathetic and sad, but he loves to be the second player whenever things are finally starting to settle down and get quiet. if he ruins this year with his shenanigans again i am officially done with all of them. i think twitter has calm down, more people have opened their eyes and then there he goes once again with mlp, and ms snap, and traitor taylor.

i might be giving some controversial yet brave opinions here in this ask lol jk

i'm not saying any of this to you, or that this whole answer is about you, anon. this is more a general, overall feeling i have towards some of the anons i get that mention being upset towards colby about stas or shea or whoever.

i get it can be annoying when he gives attention to these ppl. i understand that it sucks when things finally cool down and grow quiet only for them to start back up again bc he does something. but i think it's good to remember that not everything he does related to these girls is shit-stirring. sure, there are definitely times when he does lurk and likes to see what everyone is saying. but honestly, i don't think this past time (of him using stas' old question on snapchat) was him trying to start anything. highkey he probably just used it absentmindedly. he's used it multiple times in the past, why does now seem different?

also, i feel like just bc we have a problem with someone, and he might have had a problem with this same someone, doesn't mean he has to ignore them for eternity bc it pisses us off. look, i don't like stas, i've made that clear. but i also know that i can't control what he does. even if we all know giving her attention causes issues, it's his life at the end of the day. not to mention, that is his friend regardless of how we feel. sure, they had their problems, they had their kerfuffle; but clearly they moved on from it, even if slightly. she's probably gonna be in videos this year. they might even go on trips together. but that doesn't mean oh he's doing all of this for attention / to start drama back up in the the fandom. tbh i think some of yall give him a lot more credit than you should lol

but even if, for argument's sake, he is doing all of this to shit stir… why isn't he allowed to do that? i get it. it's annoying. but imagine how annoying it must be for him. he can't do anything without being shipped with stas or shea, or another girl if he dares to breathe near her. and even when he tells the fandom to not ship him with his friends, they don't listen. not to mention no girl will ever be good enough for him and this fandom. and then on top of that, he's told who he should and shouldn't hang out with. and while i know a lot of us warn him bc we care, he may not see it like that bc of past fandom bs. he has to walk on eggshells around us in fear of pissing us off which is why he's basically removed himself from almost all social media besides the one he made with sam. he can't even grow facial hair without getting emails sent to his business email telling him to shave it off.

so, is it really surprising that he does shit like this from time to time? if stas can get away with using him for every possible tiktok with a sappy song or poem, why can't he do the same back if he wanted to lol

HOWEVER, that doesn't change the fact that he doesn't want to be shipped with her. it doesn't negate all of the things he's outright said about being single or not liking being shipped with friends. he's made it clear that he doesn't like that. but him being petty doesn't take it back either.

if you're annoyed by it all, that's fine. but i think it's good to remember that it's his life and we're just observing it. we can't control what he does, and tbh there is so much more going on then we even know. also... don't let it piss you off so much. if you need to remove yourself from the situation, do that.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2 again. Hope you’re having a good weekend, EMT (and everyone else!). This was inspired by the images from the hommage for Pierre Soulages. It may be a little on the sadder end, but I just couldn’t get over how sad they looked, and it made me think of some other stuff, and this just kind of came pouring out. I hope you all enjoy it. If this is too sad, I apologize. I’ll do something really light and fluffy for my next piece. Promise!

He was uncharacteristically quiet on the way back to the Élysée. Normally after they went somewhere, especially if he gave a speech, he’d spend the whole car ride debriefing the event with her. Eyes wide and eager, excited and breathless, he’d want to solicit her thoughts, give her his impressions, trade notes on his delivery. Like always, he took her hand the second they settled into their seats, holding it in his and resting them jointly on the middle seat between them, but other than a few soft strokes of his thumb against the back of her hand every so often, he seemed lost in his own little world as he stared out the window at the city as they sped by.

She kept her watchful eye trained on him, just as she had during the service and afterwards when they had spent time with and consoling the beloved family he left behind. She has seen what these hommages and pantheon tributes, even the funerals and memorials they attend can do to him, her sensitive, empathetic husband. This kind man, unafraid to show his emotions, who proudly wears his heart on his sleeve - as demonstrative in his sorrow as he is in his happiness. He loves deeply, he grieves deeply, he feels deeply. And his beautiful heart, his big heart, his sweet heart, which she would do anything to protect, was clearly hurting.

“Chéri?” she inquired softly, trying to gain his attention without startling him.

“Hmm?” he answered nonverbally, slowly turning away from the window back towards her.

Her heart broke to see his downcast face, the deep lines on his forehead, the tears pearling in the corners of his eyes, the frown pulling down his mouth. “What’s wrong? What can I do to help you?”

He smiled briefly at that, the light not quite returning to his eyes, but his appreciation for her care and her devotion clearly making a difference, if even for a brief moment. “I’m okay, Brigitte.”

“This isn’t okay, Emmanuel. Let me help you. Whatever it is that’s upset you or that’s troubling you, just talk to me. I love you. I am here for you, always. Just talk to me.”

He took a deep sigh as he weighed his options and his next words carefully. They were always honest with each other, even when it hurt. Their honesty was their strength, it’s why he trusts her more than anyone else in the world, especially now, and he knows, she sometimes has these thoughts and moments too. “I’m just thinking about his widow. They were together for 80 years, Brigitte. I haven’t even known you for 30 years yet, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. She’s just lost her partner, and all I can think about is what would happen to me if I lost you, and -“

She cut him off before he could work himself into any more of a state, reaching over with the hand that wasn’t holding his to gently cup his face, her thumb rubbing small, soothing circles on his cheek. “The thing I hate the most about our situation is the fact that my age makes it likely that I’m going to go first. I can’t stand imagining the world I’m going to be leaving you in because I can’t even begin to imagine a universe where you go first and leave me behind.

“You know, since my sister passed, I’ve had a complicated relationship with death, and knowing I’m only promised the present, I hold on to each moment. So each new day, I hold to the fact that I have today with you, that I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I say a prayer each night in gratitude for that gift of one more day with you.

“But, I promise you this, every single second I have left in this life I am yours, I will love you until my dying breath, and whatever lies beyond, I will be with you in whatever form I can, and I will be waiting for you to come home to me. You will never, ever be alone, not if I have anything to say about it. Do you understand me?”

He nodded gently, the heavy feeling in his stomach releasing a little at her words. “Yeah,” he smiled again weakly, this time holding it a little longer. Turning slowly so he could press a soft kiss on the palm that was still cupping his face, he asked, “when we get back, can you just hold me for a minute?”

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll hold you for forever.”

Hellooo Fanfic Anon #2!❤️

Oh my heart! I felt you were going there. The way you built it, Emmanuel being sad and thoughtful... And when I had the confirmation it was him thinking about losing Brigitte 💔 It was sad, yes, but sad in a touching way. Him scared, her reassuring him even if she fears it too... so beautiful 🤧

(I wonder if it’s something they actually talk/think about...)

Thank you so much for another beautiful piece! ❤️❤️❤️

[taintedsoul-if]

Hey I was wondering I’m not like a vengeful person. But a lot of people messed over the OH. And I get the MC is technically the OH soul if I read that correctly.

But do we get the opportunity I get if it’s spoilers but all these people got to live this extravagant lifestyle and the MC has settled for less and that makes me upset. I don’t know why I guess because I’ve felt I’ve had less for a long time. But seriously I won’t them all to loss everything. This isn’t fair and I get that’s life. But the hell they killed the OH and what joked that they were stupid and naive. And they got to all be around each other for centuries and made each other dislike one another.

I feel like the Mc going to be like it will be a cold day in hell to let that happen again. Sorry if this a bad ask but these people got away with something that I think is morally wrong and they all need to pay. Never mind the OH being naive. They simply didn’t care and had heart eyes. So yeah T definitely do revenge path.

Have a great day. Can’t wait to see more.

👀 the body that the MC is currently in doesn't belong to them. The MC soul transmigrated from our timeline, which is 2022. And entered the original host timeline, which is 5089? I think, that's the date I wrote. 🙄

Of course Anon, you'll be able to take back every single thing. Ragriel was a servant of Lady Anaya's household and because, Lady Anaya wasn't a "virgjn" her family knew for a fact, that she wouldn't be able to marry a nobleman. Women were shun just for not being a virgin before marriage. Anyways Lady Anaya's family took a liking to ragriel, because he helped solved a crisis of theirs. The old man immediately wanted to marry Ragriel, as his grandson in law.

Ragriel comes from a loooooonnnnng ancestry of slavery. Everything he sits so dearly on right now, belongs to Lady Anaya's family. And by right the original host was the only living heir to that wealth.

Yeah it was literal murder in board daylight. The Montholon family was afraid that their secret would come to light, and seeing as the original host mark was Ash-black now, technically even if they killed them, nothing would come of it. So they tossed the original host unconscious body into the portal leading to Ostror. Also Ragriel, Yesenia and the cumdumpster was in on this plan. 😭. Imagine getting married to such a princess/prince who killed the person who once owned the body, your Mc reside in. That's outright betrayal.

+1 guys another revenge player has joined our ranks! At this point I think I should start giving out ranks, to you guys. What kind of revenge do you all have planned? Fuck 'em and leave them? Or ignore? Play the green tea bitch and when the iron is hot, you strike?

But anon I am one hundred percent behind you too! From day one I've never liked Yesenia and Trysten/Trista. That is why instead of keeping their identities in the dark, I outed them right from the get go. And the stepmother, that didn't even allow Lady Anaya's Ash to warm in her coffin. Death! Reign hell down on them! But I will advise you, if you expose your strength the empress will want the emperor to issue out a decree to have your Mc betrothed to trysten/Trista again. Make sure your Mc jumps in the way of the assassin. You guys take the hit for trysten/Trista. After healing from your injuries, you'll be able to ask for a decree which will make your Mc the master of their own marriage. That revenge is going to be sweet. Because trista/Trysten won't be able to force your Mc into his backyard.

Alright anon, thank you for the ask. Have a wonderful day.

[rubberduckyrye]

As I'm re-editing my Genshin fic, I've kind of came across a realization that I feel like I should share.

So this started with the fact that I've been hella struggling to write my fanfic in general. I realized that the reason why I was struggling was because I was trying to fill in EVERY gap of the story--a flaw of my own writing that I have decided to work on with this fanfic. Instead of filling in the whole thing, I should be focusing on important notes and points, and let my readers interpret the things left blank for with their own headcanons and imagination.

This is definitely a perspective shift for me, and before I wrote Chasing the Voided Moon, I always felt like I would never be able to complete a long haul project like it. Then I did, and the rough draft was done in just seven days. That is, of course, not including editing, but that's beside the point.

Now I'm thinking about how much I love rereading that fic, how it's my favorite fanfic to reread--and I wrote it just for me, for myself. Yes I did write it with others who were displeased with the interlude quest in mind, but the reality is, that story is a very important one for me too, as someone who relates to a lot of Scaramouche's mental health problems, rage, hurt, and trauma. The moral of overcoming your traumas, sins, and accepting yourself is important to me.

This fic also taught me that yes, I CAN wrote a whole ass novel--and it got me started on thinking about original characters and stories again. Original ideas that I never thought I'd be able to even consider as a serious endeavor. Now, I'm slowly but surely working my way up to that end goal--to write a novel worthy of publishing. That's what this Genshin fic is--the next step in the process. It's time for me to write a story on my own, without references, with new characters not in canon, and tell it.

Working on this fic has taught me that condensing information and even cutting things out is just necessary for some narratives. I can't possibly expect my readers to care about every single mildly interesting point when the overall story has yet to continue. And with this mindset of "leave blanks for the readers to fill in" settling in, I've realized that I am getting closer and closer to writing my own story.

I know this might seem like a jump in my thought process, but bear with me--I started thinking about how people want to monetize their fanfics, like how fan-artists monetize their works. I was thinking about how I was someone who was annoyed with how fan artists could pretty much make a living off of their fan art while fanfic authors have to put up with the idea that their fanfics need to stay as celebratory works, and never ever should be monetized. Ao3 will even banhammer you if you so much as mention ko-fi or patreon or commissions.

I was annoyed by it--until I had the realization that I could make original novels.

I always assumed that, because I just couldn't ever write a novel, that I would never be able to make money off of my own creative work. That fanfic writing was the closes I'd ever get to it, and so, I wished desperately that I just, could monetize that. I wish that this one thing that I could do well, that I know from experience that people would pay real money for my writing--I wished that I could just, do that without legal repercussions.

Now I'm kind of sitting on the other side of it, thinking that like... maybe monetizing fandom was a mistake. That maybe the people who are far more aggressive about fanfics and monetization are people who don't believe they can create something that will succeed out there in the world of original fiction.

I still think that fanfic authors get unfairly treated in regards to monetization, and copyright in general? I just want to abolish it. But still... just, food for thought. Maybe it's important to let people know that they can create something beyond fan works.

Just some random thoughts I've had today.

[brandnewhuman]

Being noisy 1 till 20

That was oddly specific but I love to overshare things about me that no one really wants to know so you ask i shall deliver

1 my sexual orientation

So for the longest time I thought I was pansexual, turns out I'm asexual so I have to settle for panromantic (?)

We romantically swing every possible way around here

2 current obsession

Mh billy hargrove? Maybe sandwiches with barbecue sauce and cheese too

Bo sinclair is definitely there too

3 have i ever done drugs?

I swear this fucking questions will get me in trouble

Yes I have. Not the best life decision ever but yeah

4 piercings I want

I already have a nose piercing and snake bites, now the only thing I need to feel complete is the tongue piercing

5 how many people have I kissed

Just one and I have never regret something as much as I regret kissing that person

6 my dream home

Twilight kind of vibe but make it less small town house and more like city apartment

7 who am I jealous of?

Honest? Everyone. I envy people who seem happy and enjoy life. I have like ugly cried watching photos or videos of people that are like effortlessly pretty and happy and smart.

I basically envy anyone who isn't me lol

8 favourite show to binge

Either adventure time or American horror story

There's no in between

9 do i watch porn?

I have tried a few times but its not that funny or entertaining.

My mom used to say that educated people who are smart enough know that it's way better to read porn rather than watch it

So that's why I'm consuming my brain with smut at 3am

10 do I have secret side blogs

No I don't, and even if I did I wouldn't certainly tell anyone. It wouldn't be a secret anymore

11 if I could teleport, where would I go?

Like i said i don't feel like there's anywhere I wish to be. But if I have to choose then Florence in Italy

12 one of my fantasies

I know every single one of YOU FUCKING UNHINGED PERVERTS THINK I WOULD HAVE GOD KNOWS WHAT PERVERTED FANTASY GOING ON IN MY HEAD

But I actually fantasise a lot about having someone who loves me. Like I fantasise about how it feels to go to sleep with someone, being hug by them when you cry ecc

I like to daydream a lot about finding true love and all that bullshit. There's like nothing weird or extraordinary, just a normal and lovely love story with someone.

And then there are times my brain starts getting all worked up and starts imagine about dating Michael myers or some other stinky bastard

13 do i/would i have my nipples pierced

I would love to but I'm too much of a coward and the idea of someone touching me like that isn't really great either

14 how would I spend a million dollars

I would buy my dream house and then save the rest of the money or give it to my parents

15 am I in a relationship

Nope. Mentally? Sure, I have like a whole squad of people simping for me. Physically? I only have a longlasting relationship with my death wish

16 do I follow porn blogs?

I don't know actually. I only follow people i have talked with or that posts content i like, so if one of my mutuals are sinful gremlins is out of my control

17 am I angry at anyone right now?

Yes, many people for many specific reasons.

Unlike Bo sinclair I do have temper issues and since I'm the type of person who just bottles up everything to let it out when I'm alone it's not very hard to make me angry.

To actually make me snap it takes a little bit more but I do get angry at everything.

18 what tattoos do I want

Goooood there are so many. I actually kind of want to fill one of my arms with tattoos

19 if I could change my name, would I do it? And to what I would change it

Yes, In fact I'm thinking of doing it for real.

Obviously my real name is not izzy but I wish it was. So yeah I would change it in izzy

20 what is something im obsessed with

BRO IT'S TOO HARD TO PICK JUST ONE

IM FULL OF OBSESSIONS CAUSE MY STUPID BRAIN CAN'T LIKE SOMETHING IN A NORMAL LEVEL LIKE EVERY OTHER PERSON