#luckily i seldom get these people

[muntitled]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

→ Mingyu x Fem!reader

→ Summary: "If you wanted me to get you pregnant so bad, all you had to was ask."

→ Warnings: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Businessman au, Humour, Slight!Body Dysmorphia, Insecurities, Workaholic!Reader, Shy!Reader, Slight Male Manipulation, Slight!Angst, Smut (+18), Semi!Public Sex, Slight Coercion, Needy!Mingyu, He Whimpers, Pervy!Mingyu, Corruption Kink, Desperate Sex, Massive Breeding kink, Mingyu has a choking kink, and a Praise kink, Slight!Daddy Kink, Unprotected Sex

Mingyu likes getting choked, pls argue with the wall

The dollop of heat in your stomach steadily grew into a pool of molten lava throughout the duration of the award ceremony. The entire televised event was supposed to be in celebration of your husband and the diligence he has extended to the company for all of 2 decades.

Instead, most of the evening is spent nursing your anxiety with a flute of champagne, while you attempt to not sweat through your very expensive makeup under the heat of multiple strobe lights.

Mingyu, sitting at the table beside you serves as your only anchor, keeping your feet planted firmly to the ground while the rest of the table exchange pleasantries involving baby pictures and ultrasounds.

The dread in your stomach only multiplies.

You've been made privy to how they speak about you and your husband behind gloved hands in hushed whispers. A husband who has had to be burdened with a wife whose internal clock was no match for the importance of a career. Perhaps they thought you were too self important and too driven. Perhaps that explains why you were always invited to events out of courtesy and never out of true interest. Perhaps-

"Stop that." Mingyu's voice travels to your ear at a low and conspiratorial baritone while the rest of wives and husband at the table talk animatedly.

"Stop what?" You ask while Mingyu draws your attention to his hand now resting on your thigh underneath the table.

"Don't play with me. I can tell when you're overthinking," He says, letting his palm brush over the sequins of your pitch black dress. It matched his all black suit to rude perfection, truly making you believe you were the best dressed couple in the whole event. "If you're gonna be thinking about something, I'd rather it be the likelihood of me eating you out in this dress after we're done."

His words succeed in dragging your thoughts away from the happy couples and their happy families and you meet his eyes and the amusement swimming within them.

"Is sex really all you think about-"

Mingyu answers your question by suddenly grabbing a hold of your hand and forcing your palm over his lap until your palm is lightly grazing the bulge forming there.

"Let's hope this ends soon so we can get the fuck out of here." The rest of the event was spent with you, staring down at the table in a mindless, lustful daze while Mingyu still guided your palm up and down the bulge in his pants. It was conspicuous enough for it to look like his hand was simply resting atop yours, if anyone really got particularly nosy. Luckily, everyone else was too drunk on overpriced soju to recognize Mingyu's forced self pleasuring while he took casual little sips from his glass intermittently.

You were both relieved once it was time to go home.

This inability to adapt into the upper echelons of housewife society had not bothered you initially and it certainly did not bother your husband. In fact, someone as aloof and optimistic as Mingyu was seldom concerned with the matters of holding face for a backwards capitalistic society.

"If we weren't rich I thoroughly believe we would be those 'eat the rich' people." Mingyu announces as he trails into the bathroom behind you. The overhead lights bathe the bathroom's onyx accents in a dim light, successfully relaxing you and easing the bundle of knots that had built up in your shoulders.

Mingyu seems equally pleased to be back home, kicking off his Abercrombie loafers and watching them fly into a corner while he undoes the buttons of his jet black dress shirt. His tall frame is hunched over as he wraps his arms around your stomach, allowing you to lead him to the bathroom sinks with heavy footsteps like a 187 centimetre baby.

You, of course, do not object when he pushes his head into the space between your neck and shoulder as you begin to brush your teeth. If the award ceremony was as draining for him as it was for you, then this truly is the first moment he is able to let himself go the entire day.

"I think we can still be those 'eat the rich' people because it's not like we're rich by choice, right?" Seeing your husband constantly run the risk of impending communism would be amusing, were it not for the sour taste still present in your mouth from the work event Mingyu had just taken you too.

"At least you got to watch me in my element-" He grumbles against your skin before begrudgingly peeling himself off of you to make his way to his side of the bathroom,

"Ugh," Mingyu groans with exaggeration as he commences with his skin care, "You literally got to watch your sexy and talented husband accept a corporate award in a room full of people. I'm so jealous of you,"

"Ugh, I know!" You nod back, "Jihoon looked so good on that podium. Remind me to send him a message later." You evade Mingyu's deadpan look through the oval shaped mirror as you continue to brush.

"On a serious note, Gyu, I'm glad you had fun while I was being forced to entertain those industry housewives." You momentarily stop your brushing, "I'm thoroughly overwhelmed by ultrasounds!" You exclaim frustratedly through a gurgle of toothpaste. The very thought of those women shot your blood pressure to hell.

Their idealistic lives and their idealistic vaginas that could somehow push out a steady stream of babies before snapping back as if nothing ever happened. Business as usual.

Meanwhile, your body threw a tantrum the very second you even had a vague thought of eating something outside the bounds of your diet.

Mingyu adored every part of you - you know this - but that nauseating feeling of inadequacy always crept up on you in moments of weakness.

You sigh, "I think those women have magical vaginas."

"Hey." Mingyu says, patting down his face, "All women have magical vaginas but you especially."

You swiftly ignore him and continue your furious brushing as you say, "Every single day it's 'This one is pregnant!' 'This one wants to get pregnant,' 'This one is trying to get pregnant!'" You rant, completely oblivious to the way Mingyu watches you through the mirror as you continue.

"'I'm not quite sure when it became socially accessible for couples to just air out their breeding kinks to the public-" an ungentlemanly snort escapes through Mingyu's mouth and he pauses to shake his head and compose himself.

"I'm ultra-sounded out!" You exclaim, finally bending over to spit out a wad of toothpaste. In your periphery, Mingyu watches you with that passive look of contentment and unwavering adoration that almost never seems to leave his face in your presence.

Despite his overly humorous tendencies at times, Mingyu also harboured the habit of reading in between the lines - he had to, not only for his job but for his romantic life as well. Being blessed with a shy partner meant Mingyu had to dig just a little deeper past the veneer of everything you say, to get just a little closer to what you actually meant.

Your shyness and stoicism is what initially drew him to you in the first place. Always beating around the proverbial bush to protect your most sacred dignity and independence. It was always a struggle for Mingyu but it turned him on way too easily to picture his put-together, independent little wife needing him in a way she might not even know.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask quietly, lifting your head before reigning your braids into a ponytail.

"How am I looking at you?" Mingyu asks in a voice way too husky to harbour any sense of professionalism.

"Are you seriously turned on right now?" There is no use in denying it because Mingyu knew you could read him like an open book. There's a soberness that hits him when he's turned on.

He jokes less than usual and assumes a more… slutty disposition that neither him nor you have ever been able to tame. Mingyu rubs the excess cream into his hands before leaning against the marble countertops. He watches you with a small, dangerous smirk that sends a flurry of butterflies swimming the pits of your stomach.

"If you wanted me to get you pregnant so badly, all you had to do was ask." His sentence bulldozes through the silence, steals the air right out of your lungs and nearly sweeps your feet out from underneath you. The world practically spins for a second but you grapple desperately onto your sensibilities for your sensibilities are one of the very few things you can arm yourself against your husband's slutty seduction.

"I think I could've squeezed you into my busy schedule," He chuckles lightly before stepping forward.

Almost automatically you step backwards, which evidently gets Mingyu way too excited. He raises his eyebrows with a slight before he's closing the distance between the two of you with 2 wide strides.

The light pouring down from the ceiling suddenly feels too warm, and the air feels like you've teleported to a crowded bazaar in the centre of the desert. You refuse to make eye contact with Mingyu, looming over you. You only splay a hand against his chest as you attempt to chuckle.

"You're being ridiculous." You say, "If you need to cum so bad, use your hand."

"Nah," He shakes his head without ever breaking eye contact, "That would be a waste, wouldn't it?" Mingyu's eyes frantically search your features for the same traces of lust so shamelessly displayed across his own visage. His lips are parted with his quiet breathing. "Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

It felt like a betrayal on everything you held dear, admitting that the idea of him cumming inside you with the purpose of getting you pregnant turned you on. It felt like a betrayal on your career and your goals and aspirations.

However, Mingyu's sensibilities are completely clouded by unshakeable lust. He is so easily stimulated by every single thing about you, the softness of your body, the familiarity of your scent and the mental image of seeing you actually pregnant with his child. It has him pushing you further against the bathroom wall until the coolness of the stone sank steadily through your night dress.

Mingyu's hand immediately rips the offending article of clothing, pushing your night dress up slowly and feeling his own cock ache at how you silently comply.

"It's really easy, baby. I just need you to tell me you want me to cum in that little pussy of yours and I'll do it. Just wanna…" Mingyu's incoherence during states of exceptional lust always succeeded in making you absolutely wet. He became an insatiable, talkative and blubbering mess.

"...Just wanna make you happy," His breathing picks up almost as easily as yours, and inside himself, Mingyu releases a shotgun prayer that you want this just as bad as he does. He hopes your mind has been flooded with the exact same fantasies of him, sliding his bare cock into your soaking cunt. Him ramming into you and finishing inside of you and-

"Ah- fuck," He hisses, unable to get your panties down all the way before he's letting his fingers drift across your slippery folds. "Look at how wet you are, baby. You really do want me to cum inside your pretty little pussy, don't you?"

Mingyu's cock twitches uncomfortably in his pants while he drifts his fingers over your puffy clit, pulling a strangled moan from your throat.

"Feels good, baby?" He whimpers before slotting his hips between your legs. Mingyu's breath is warm against the side of your face as he continues to rub infuriating circles on your clit. "I can make you feel even better baby… if you let me fuck you, I can make us both feel good, yeah?" He's a whining mess - you both are as your hips move in tandem against his hands.

"Fuck, baby I need you to tell me you want this. I need you to tell me I can throw away the condoms, that I can cum inside you-"

"F-Fuck, Daddy," Your slip-up would've gone perfectly unnoticed, were it not for the heavy, almost oppressive silence between the two of you in the bathroom. Mingyu's ears perk up like a puppy that had just heard his favorite word, and he pulls himself away to gaze deeply into your eyes with adoration and awe. Mingyu's pink lips hang open as he scrambles back up to his height. He cups your cheeks with both hands, and you lean into his warm calluses as his thumbs rub gentle circles on your cheek.

The kiss he leaves on your nose is delicate and romantic.

The perfect calm before the proverbial storm.

Mingyu then nods slowly as he says, "Well now I'm definitely going to fuck you," the conviction and the bass in his voice urges a pathetic whimper through your lips and you're left to comply limply as Mingyu places a palm on your exposed thigh. He lifts you up until your leg is locked firmly around his hip and he's almost perfectly slotted between your bare legs. The feeling of having him so close to you, in such a starkly intimate position leaves you both momentarily speechless and you're watching each other as if terrified of breaking this spell of lust.

Mingyu is deliberate in his actions as he moves his hand to pull his cock out of his pants, all without breaking eye contact.

"Don't play with me like this, baby," it's the most serious he has ever been, and your back is almost moulded to the wall as Mingyu lines the tip of his aching cock to your dripping cunt. "I was literally so close to cumming in my pants, so if you're playing with me right now-"

"Mingyu," your voice is airy as you push your hips forward, taking initiative, as you always did, until the head of his cock was prodding your entrance. He shivers greatly before stealing a glance down at his cock entering you so swiftly, before he gazes deep into your eyes once more.

"If you want me…" Mingyu whispers as he fully sheathes his cock inside you, overcome by yet another violent shiver. "Baby, you have me."

The first thrust is nearly cataclysmic and he has to stop himself from cumming on the spot. Seeing him so incredibly turned on, so ready to burst at the seams has your cunt clenching around him, pulling him deeper and deeper until his gigantic cock was stretching your cunt to what felt like its limits. That second thrust completely drains him of all his composure and soon Mingyu's fucking you relentlessy into the wall as if he both hated you and loved you and did not know which was which.

Your mouth hangs open as you watch him absolutely ravage you. His dark eyes are hooded with lust and he's babbling his incoherent sentences while his long, messy hair brushes over his cheeks. He is absolutely fargone as he thrusts his hips into you, while his other hand is stationed against the wall above you. "Thank you for letting me do this, baby," he damn near whimpers as he pushes himself harder and faster into you, unable to stop the neediness from sinking into his tone. "Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"You're doing so well baby" You whisper, causing his hips to stutter against yours while a pained moan releases itself from your throat.

Your mouth is still hanging open and Mingyu takes the opportunity to dip down and crash his lips onto yours. The kiss is furious and desperate and you realise this is exactly what you love about him. You appreciate how easy it is to please him, how unashamed Mingyu is of displaying his emotions. He is loud and passionate and it drives you absolutely insane.

"Fuck-I'm close," He breathes, as he peppers kisses along your face. His hand squeezes desperately at your breasts as he pants in your ear. "Tell me to cum inside you- pleasepleaseplease,"

You are operating purely on the lust distributed from Mingyu's incessant whining and whimpering until an idea strikes you so vividly you almost wonder why you had not done this before.

In between your feverish panting and Mingyu's ravaging motions, you delve your head into his hair before peeling his face away from you. His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion before you slither your hand down to lock your palm around the his throat. Your hand doesn't fully enclose his neck but you succeed in adding pressure, causing the man before you to roll his eyes into the back of his skull in absolutely ecstasy-

"Oh fuck-I'm cumming-" his body spasms before you in a euphoric daze, quickly triggering your own orgasm as you continue to choke him and move your hips in tandem with his cock.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" He swears as he clamps his hand around your thigh as if begging to spread you wider, to push in deeper until he's filling you up completely with his load. It's messy and so wildly intimate, you're both lost in the crevices of your own respective pleasure. How anyone could make someone feel as completed as you two currently feel is so unimaginable, you both struggle to find the words. Mingyu is a panting mess above you while you attempt to ease your runway heart.

It strikes you then that you're perhaps afraid, now that the lust has cleared that the post nut clarity might rid him of his earlier statements.

All you do is watch as he places another kiss on the tip of your nose before easing his cock out of you.

"I'll run out to buy Plan B tomorrow. You don't have to -"

He shushes you almost immediately as he pads over the bathroom sink. Mingyu hums softly as he ruffles through the medicine cabinet until he finds what he's looking for. All you can do is watch as he dumps the entire contents of your birth control pills down the toilet. He never breaks eye contact, only maintaining a wide slightly manic smile.

<3

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[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : how do you like your eggs?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear scrambled eggs:

it feels strange to write to someone in such a format, but I suppose I should get used to it. We got paired up via from one admirer to another because of our shared passion for Ada Wong. I find it a little amusing that someone else just straight-up put a model's name instead of modeling on its own, but I'm glad you did.

As an ada stan, I feel the need to ask this immediately. How did you feel about her helicopter shoot? I'm hoping you aren't some weird stan like those... yeah. Also, while on that topic, if you're really as die-hard as me when I have free time, you should read glhf <3 by okaokra on ao3. It's gender-neutral, it's a great fic, unless, of course, you're too normal for reading fanfiction. In that case, maybe we can find another middle ground aside from Ada Wong.

Right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm user Christmas, a weird translation + twisting of my real name. I live in Raccoon City, and I model as a part-time job because of ... you guessed it, Ada. My dream role is to model with her, but considering that I'm only a local model, this is truly out of my reach. Maybe some strike of luck will help me?

I used to dream of being a cop until I got scouted off the street by some guy for modeling. Do you think I suit it? Who am I kidding, you have no idea what I even look like. Maybe you pass me on the covers of local magazines all the time if you live nearby. I'm not nearly as famous as Ada Wong, though, so I suppose I can never truly call myself a big model until I become someone like her. Even then, she's not a supermodel.

Tell me more about yourself, maybe? What's your favorite holiday? How do you like your eggs in the morning? Do you even eat eggs? Why the name "scrambled eggs" over anything else? What do you do in your free time— oh, I should answer that question.

I seldom have free time lately, but I feel like all I've been doing late is reading the fic that I mentioned earlier. Oh, right, hopefully you enjoy the sticker I got from a fan gathering. I did a little bit of research, and it seems pretty normal to send your penpal small trinkets in the letters, so we'll start with a sticker.

I thought the mail would be digital, and then I was notified that you would prefer physical mail — which, to be fair, I'm not complaining about. I think it would be funny to open a box of letters exchanged between a penpal and I 10 years down the line. Who knows, maybe you'll even be at my wedding.

Right, my apologies for a long first letter, but I'm excited to be starting this.

signing off, Christmas

Leon sends the mail the next morning, rubbing his eyes slowly as he rides the public transport to his next shoot, waving good morning to his manager as he sips on his coffee, hair blushed back and gelled, formal clothes handed to him. Leon finds that he doesn't really suit clothes like this, but for the camera, he puts up with just about everything. He finds it interesting that he would be modeling in clothes he hadn't liked wearing all that much.

"You have another shoot later today, and then you're off for the rest of the weekdays. You have another shoot over the weekend."

Leon nods, blinking slowly as the coffee shoots through his system and he's revived magically. It feels unreal. He's working as a model despite finishing the police academy at the top of his class. Is this what delusion and some sweet talking from a random agent can do to a person? It feels a little wasteful to let his training turn into this, but he's not complaining all that much. Yet. he meets eyes with the model he's supposed to be posing with, blinking in surprise. Wow. That appearance is lethal.

He waves at you, giving you a small smile as you wave back, smiling back.

"New?"

"Mm... moreso someone who doesn't like booking. My manager booked this months in advance, so I'm here." You stay still as the makeup artist finishes with you, Leon raising a brow as you give him a cheeky grin.

"Did you leave before your makeup was finished?"

"I wanted to meet you. I heard I was modeling with someone pretty well-known." You grin. "Leon Kennedy, was it?"

"Yes. Am I that big now?"

"Mm... you're quite a name amongst us local models." You tap your chin. "It's quite an honor modeling with you. I heard you have deadly biceps."

"Well, you can't see them through the suit."

"It comes off, no? I'll just fix it." You tilt your head.

"And how do I know you won't jump my bones?"

"Oh, please. I'm your coworker right now. I'm not someone sketchy." You roll your eyes, helping him free an arm as he flexes for you. You blink at his arms, raising a brow as you stare up at him. "Can I squeeze?"

"As long are you're not weird about it."

You grab his bicep, giving it a squeeze as you nod slowly. "God, I need your arm routine. You got a trainer? I'd like to get that contact."

Leon rolls his eyes, fighting the blush that threatens to creep up his neck from your skin contact. God, what is he? fourteen? Get a grip, Leon. "Gotta get that from my manager, then."

"Shame." You sigh, helping him put the suit jacket back. "Maybe the next time I bump into you, I'll have biceps of a greek god too."

"Leon, model two! You two are up!"

"Wow, they don't even name you?"

"Maybe I just like being mysterious."

start : masterlist : next letter

[rigginsstreet]

Random idea that hit me out of nowhere but listen:

Billy still on the outs with the group, still doesn’t know about the upside down etc etc

Meanwhile Steve’s kind of opened his house up for the group to use because it’s bigger than the Byers’ and his parents are seldom home anyway so it’s just more convenient to host a big group of people there

But with that comes his house being a storage space for any news or information they come across, and Steve’s not exactly … subtle. So it doesn’t take long for secret government agents to catch onto the fact that some shit is going down at that house and Steve’s harboring more information than the government is comfortable with him and his friends possessing and it’s a problem that needs to be dealt with

So one night a mysterious fire breaks out while Steve’s asleep. And by the time he catches on to the fact his home is going up in smoke he also realizes he’s kinda trapped and is panicking and has no idea how to get out

Luckily for him billy happened to be driving by the area, sees all the smoke, follows it. Realizes whose house it is from the times he’s dropped max off. And listen, despite popular belief, billys not an evil guy alright. He sees a house in flames and Steve’s car still in the yard with no sign of Steve he’s gonna start to worry. Especially when he hears the cries for help

And maybe it’s stupid to run into a burning building but billys never exactly made smart choices when it comes to self preservation and he’s running on pure adrenaline at this point

Billy Hargrove is pretty much the absolute last person Steve expects to see come crashing through a door to save him, thinks maybe he’s inhaled too much smoke or something and is hallucinating, but billys yelling at him to follow him and grabbing at him and well what other choice does Steve have at this point really

They make it out into Steve’s yard just as the firetrucks come blaring through. Billy and Steve are on the grass watching the house burn down right in front of their eyes, both in shock that they were ever in that

Billys like “should I even ask how this happened”

To which Steve replies “dude, I don’t even know”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

And then Steve’s gotta awkwardly thank Billy for “saving his life or whatever”

And they don’t become friends or anything after but…they are weirdly bonded. Can’t shake that night every time they cross paths around town. It lingers over them.

And eventually Steve fills billy in on what happened when clues start coming together (maybe agents start tracking Billy except he’s hyper aware of his surroundings so he actually notices when random people are tailing him and he casually brings it up to Steve one day in passing outside the arcade waiting for the kids and that triggers alarm bells in Steve’s head so now he’s gotta tell billy about shit)

And together they do some investigating with the help of Jonathan Nancy and Robin

And then cut to billy getting to beat up some agents and he and Steve catching feelings etc etc you know how it goes

[grapementos]

tipsy in love

aged up todoroki x reader

cw: alcohol, descriptions of a drunken state

despite how well todoroki had filled out from rigorous hero training following high school, his mass and lean build of muscle did nothing to help his alcohol tolerance. not only that, but he seldom drank and usually wound up behind the wheel following any gathering or night out.

basically, he got really, really drunk after the smallest amount of alcohol. he was your friend, so naturally you kept an eye on him but also recorded the dumb stuff he did.

you’d usually be the one to make sure he got home safe, cleaned up, and tucked into bed at an hour that wouldn’t have him completely incapacitated the next day.

you usually didn’t attend parties unless todoroki was there. sure, you had other friends from ua, but the vibe just wasn’t the same when you didn’t have todoroki to lounge with, pointing out and laughing about all the dumb things people did when they were totally wasted.

tonight, you were again seated next to todoroki, giggling together at kirishimas attempt at a one-handed handstand.

“he’s gonna bust his face, i bet,” you snorted, leaning your head back against the cushion of the couch.

“prolly.”

you looked over at him, quirking a brow at his fourth drink, “one of those nights, huh?”

luckily, you were sober and perfectly able to drive him home when this night ended the way you knew it would.

“yeah,” a smile snuck onto his lips as he took another sip, “g’na take care of me?”

you chuckled, dropping your head onto his shoulder, “i always do.”

his breath stuttered and you almost questioned it until kirishima lost his balance and fell to the floor, his foot catching the corner of the coffee table.

the two of you broke into a fit of laughter, stomachs aching and a small bit of beer spilling onto todoroki’s lap.

“oh, shit,” you sucked in a breath, wiping away a tear, “i know that hurt.”

kirishima’s groans of pain supported your statement, the rest of the partygoers nearly choking on their drinks from laughter.

“man, i spilled my drink,” he slurred out, looking down at the wet spot on his jeans.

“well, at least it was on your thigh. doesn’t look like pee.” you teased.

“m’gonna go get another.”

you checked the time—1:30 in the morning, aka way too late.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea. we should get you home,” you insisted, taking the empty bottle from his hand.

“noo..” he reached for the drink, “it’s still early.”

you walked away to toss the drink into the nearest trash can and then back to todoroki, “let’s go.”

he groaned, reluctantly stumbling to his feet. once he was up, he leaned into your side, nearly knocking you over.

with a bit of effort, the two of you were out the door and into the car, making the familiar journey to todoroki’s house.

-

“god, you gotta help me here, sho.” you grunted, helping him into a new pair of clothes.

he sat there lifelessly, eyes glaring yet unseeing into the ground.

you sighed, finally managing to get his clothes on, “alright, lay down.” you walked around the side of the bed, pulling out the duvet.

he scooted up and under the blanket, mumbling quietly as he settled.

“alright, i already have your advil and water on the nightstand. i’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“no..” he whined, reaching out to you.

“what? what’s wrong?”

“stay..” he drawled out, gripping onto your forearm, “sleep.”

you glanced to the side, unsure of how to handle the situation, “uh, i gotta get home, sho.”

“lay w’me..” he frowned, brows drawing right in frustration, “please.”

“okay, okay.” you gave in, flipping the light switch off before you joined him in bed, “better?”

he grinned dopily, throwing an arm around you, “mm.”

your entire face was aflame. never before had you ever cuddled todoroki, your best friend, the guy you told all your secrets to.

eventually, after you stayed completely still, his breathing evened out and you were quite sure he was asleep.

with a determined grunt, you slowly and carefully started to slip out of his grasp.

“y/n,” he pulled you in tighter, eyes blinking open to reveal that he was not, in fact, asleep, “don’t go.”

you sighed, dropping back down beside him, “okay, okay. i’m sorry.”

“want you to stay w’me.” he mumbled out, “forever.”

your heart was slamming in your chest, for you were impossibly close to him, completely able to smell the alcohol on his breath.

“i’m right here.”

“no, want you with me.” his eyes were more focused now, staring straight into yours, “mine.”

“i am, i’m your best friend.” you insisted, offering a small smile.

“i wanna love you.”

“i do love you, we’re always together.”

“i wanna kiss love you, cuddle love you. i wanna love you, love you.” he seemed a little more frustrated, as if he couldn’t say what he wanted to say, not properly at least.

“sho, you’re drunk.” you stammered out, doing your best to not make eye contact with him.

“maybe,” he breathed, eyes shining like you’d never seen before, “but i’d love you drunk, sober, asleep, awake, dead or alive. i’d love you no matter what.”

you gaped, matching his unwavering gaze. your entire body was aflame with emotion, all the way down to the tips of your toes. it was only then that you realized that you couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. you loved todoroki—even though you’d initially considered him a friend. you loved him more.

“i love you too.”

[fancyfeathers]

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Personally, I think Andrei grows up and becomes a lover of arts and psychology. Eloise, while being smarter, has less than ideal experience in emotions , at least her own. Plus the trauma from her father forcefully taking her and Madeleine back, plus the way her bunny was stained by the blood of a dead noble was very traumatic for her. Leading to her seldom desiring to talk to People. She is still a brilliant strategist and can convince people, but socialising takes a mental toll on her. Especially when her father's face crosses her mind whenever she tries to interact with someone, as if her brain is alarmed if her father will kill them too, depsite knowing he won't do such a thing. That's where Andrei comes in. Since he is adept in Psychology, he can help her with her issues at times. As the eldest, he acts as a supportive wall for her. He handles most social works for her and if she were to suffer from panic attacks and such, he would help her get over them. It's sad, Andrei always wanted to be good in something so Eloise would also see him as just as capable, but not like this.. i also think eloise feels the elder daughter guilt : you can relate to your fathers horrible decisions and thinking at times, asking yourself if you would have doe the same, all becuae your natures match so much that you can understand why he did some things

Father Like Daughter (Yandere William James Moriarty and his darling having a genius daughter)

I imagine that the two of them attend college classes at a university in London during their early teenage and teenage years since they are both very intelligent in their own right, Andrei in psychology and philosophy, the intangible, while Eloise’s knowledge in those area were stunted in their growth and she focused more on the sciences and mathematics. Since what had happened she had been silent most of the time, using her books to escape from reality and her own mind as well and of course little Andrei noticed this more than anyone else because the two cousins were friendly rivals before their falling out which drawing out the young man’s bleeding heart who just wants to help and make people happy. So he would always do small things for her, cleaning up her books that she left unorganized in her room because she just cannot find the motivation to do so, making tea for her in the morning when she struggles to get out of bed and leaving it on her bedside table for her, grabbing her coat, hat, and gloves and asking his father and Uncle William before hand when he asks her if she wants to go out somewhere with him so she doesn’t have to push herself too far.

The two of them get dropped off by either or their fathers and luckily enough the two of them have all of their classes together so Andrei always lets her sit at the end of the row in a lecture hall and he will sit on the inside so she does not have to sit next to anyone she does not feel comfortable with. I think Andrei would be involved with theater and perhaps be involved with some groups or something so he will go off to that after making sure she is okay waiting somewhere, normally the library, but sometimes he misses to sit with her.

Then one day when they are sitting in the library after their classes, waiting to be picked up…

“Eloise, do you want to want to play chess with me? I think I saw a set somewhere around here.”

“I… I mean I would like to but we should be working on our assig-“

“I believe I asked you what you wanted, wait here, I will be right back.”

“Andrei-“

He’ll come back with an old chess board that was tucked away in some corner of the library and set it up on the table they were just working on, pushing aside their textbooks and papers. He will let her play white and he will play black, so she goes first. The game goes on and Andrei watches her closely as she plays, focused on one goal, protecting the king on the board. This is her downfall though as that was not his goal, he made her loose her queen. Then as she is about to say she resigns-

“Let’s keep playing, after all you still have you king after all.”

“But I was taught to resign after you lost your queen, it’s good sportsmanship, it’s what you are supposed to do-“

“And that’s your problem.”

“What is that supposed to mean.”

“Well you can still play, you have the majority of your pieces on the board and your mind and isn’t chess all about strategy?”

“Something tells me this isn’t about chess.”

“Of course it’s not… but let’s just keep playing.”

So they do and of course she wins, he smiles at her while he cleans up and she watches, wondering what the point of all of this was.

“You still won when you lost one of the key pieces of the game.”

“That is correct.”

“So what’s to say you cannot do the same in reality.”

“Andrei, no-“

“You were the one who first warned me about are family and now you are just giving up, you rode on a bike for four days to get from Durham to London just to work with that detective. You helped solve murders when you were seven years old, you are a mastermind, and why? Why did you do all that?”

“I really don’t want to talk about this-“

“Because death is wrong, you knew there’s were other ways to change things. You wanted to help everyone, including your mother-“

“Andrei, stop now-“

“I was a fool to ignore what you were saying then and you would be a fool to not listen to me now, and I know that it is one thing you are not. I will help you-“

“Ah, there the two of you are.”

The two hear the all too familiar voice of Eloise’s father. Looking up they see William and Albert in the open doorway of the library. Eloise is terrified and she just looks back at her cousin and he just smiles at his uncle and father.

“Yes, I was just helping Eloise with her chemistry assignment, we took a break to play chess and she was just taking to me about things she needs for class tomorrow in case I can lend a hand.”

“Well isn’t that kind of you, Andrei. Now come along you two, your Uncle William and I have meetings later this afternoon and we need to get you two home before we leave.”

“Yes, right away!”

The two cousins pack up their books, papers, and pens and as they are walking down the hallway behind their fathers, Eloise slips Andrei a piece of paper which he unfolds only in the palm of his hand…

There is a key to the basement in the cabinet in the kitchen where Uncle Louis keeps the tea sets. Get out the key and how to the basement only when you know everyone is asleep, get the boxes in the third room to the left on the two bottom shelves and hide them under my bed. I will handle getting my sister and your sister out and ready to get out.

Andrei holds back his smile as he shoves the note in his pocket…

He finally got his cousin back.

When the two get home and they see their mothers and William’s darling looks down at her daughter as she hugs her, Eloise smiled at her. Her mother almost starts crying at that sight of that, her little Eloise smiled.

She does not know what is about to happen later that night but she knows that her little girl is back again and has a plan to try again.

Eloise’s plan is to blow up the window lock with gunpowder and the matches that she normally use to hight the candle in her room. While Andrei is getting the things she needs, she is waking up her younger sister, Madeline, who had run away before, and Andrei’s sisters, the little twins, Hyacinth and Marguerite. I imagine while William and Albert were away earlier that day she asked her mother, William’s darling, and her aunt, Albert’s darling to help her pack a few of their clothing so it does not look suspicious since if she does it someone like Uncle Louis will notice and tell William. Then by the time Andrei is done, Eloise has gotten everyone ready to go and it’s time to leave.

(I am not sure if this is what would end up happening but I had the really funny thought of Miss Hudson or someone at Baker Street waking up in the middle of the night to a knocking on the door and they just open it up to see Eloise and Madeline who have grown quite a bit since they saw them last with three other children. Also just poor Hyacinth, she is a sickly child but they couldn’t just leave her there and if they do end up at Baker Street I am just imagining Watson scolding them for bringing her along because of her health.)

[headchamberlain]

(Ivan Fluff ^_^)

Okay because I made people(and myself) sad with my last post I decided to write Ivan fluff this time!!

Ivan Goncharov-centric!

'Selfcare'

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Ivan made a hum, his fingers hovering over the different kinds of tea in the cabinet, before choosing chamomile tea. He hadn't tried that one yet, surprisingly, so there was a first time for everything.

Today was a self-care day. It wasn't like he had any of this planned out, but there was never a better chance to relax. His master was out for a few days, the other RITHOD members minded their business, and he already finished all of his daily chores. He wasn't sure when this perfect chance would come again. Probably never.

Self-care wasn't something Ivan normally practiced. It was rare he had free time, and he wasn't sure what to do even if he had free time. His life revolved around the RITHOD and Fyodor, he didn't have days where he focused on himself. But after numerous people kept telling him to take a break, get a therapist, relax a little, etc etc... he decided now would be a good time to take their advice.

He'd managed to look up a few ways on how to practice self-care. He had struggles while reading, but luckily, he also had the ability to simply go to images and understand what the text said in a much faster way. Taking warm and bubbly baths was popular and so was drinking tea and doing skincare. Understandable, that would be easy. Now he just had to avoid being a perfectionist while doing everything.

...

And, it was much more enjoyable than he had expected. It actually baffled him.

During the bath, he had expected he would think about everything he could have forgotten since he was alone with his thoughts, but no. His usually tensed muscles were relaxed and his mind was calm.

During the skincare process, he had expected he would constantly worry about taking precise amounts of things and trying to mimic every last detail of the tutorial he had watched, but no, it was actually quite fun and he got to try the products he seldom used.

During the process of making tea, he had expected he wouldn't like the new flavor, but no, it was actually something much more enjoyable than some other kinds of tea he'd tasted. In fact it came out almost perfectly.

Despite being used and not given much freedom, today, he managed to sit down, and relax. He could take care of himself for a bit. And it turns out he really fucking likes taking care of himself and feeling happy.

And he knows he will do it again sometime.

[chessalein]

Twenty questions for fic writers!

Tagged by the wonderful @cinnamon-mey ♥

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 6

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 341303

3. what fandoms do you write for? Cyberpunk 2077 and Dragon's Dogma 2

4. top five fics by kudos "Bringing back the sun" - 16 "Hair band" - 13 "Life with the sun" - 6 "Flames of Destiny" - 6 "Love beside the moon" - 3

5. do you respond to comments? I'll try! But tbh mostly its my two close friends who write a comment and I talk with them private anyway :) I'm stilly always very happy when they leave a commend. I just almost never know what to answer.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I would say the short stories end all in wholesome. The other two are ongoing. 7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hmmm... I really like the end of "Hair band" ♥

8. do you get hate on fics? Luckily not yet. And I hope it stays like that. I like peace.

9. do you write smut? I do! Its always somewhere in my fics because I write about people who are close and sex is a thing that is a part of many relationships, and I don't plan to censore it. ♥

10. craziest crossover: No crossovers till now. My world is pretty small.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know yet.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Also no.

14. all time favorite ship? ... I think I don't understand the question... but... Jackie/Nori?

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I don't have such a thing. I have two stories ongoing and I plan to finish them.

16. what are your writing strengths? Hmm... I think... Its writing dialogs that feel human? The interactions? I'm not sure though.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? Action scenes... I'm too stupid for them. I have seldom ideas for them.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? Yea. I have them in my story "Bringing back the sun" and in one chapter of "LIfe with the sun"

19. first fandom you wrote in? Cyberpunk 2077. My first story I ever wrote down to share it was "Love beside the moon". Its a scene that later got built into "Bringing back the sun" because original I only wrote it to get it out of my system. But thanks to my friends I started to write the whole story I had in my head.

20. favorite fic you've written? "Bringing back the sun" Its still a work in progress, but I love it very much. What character I gave the people, how I have built up their relationships. I love it and almost wish it was an own game so I can see it on my screen.

Whoever writes, please don't hesistate to do this too! Not only can people get to know you better, you can also share your works ♥ Let the world see what wonderful stuff you made.

[hashirun]

Today’s run gave me the creeps

Today is week one day four of my half-marathon training plan. When I was just planning my training, I resolved to run in the morning so I can build a daily routine anchored on my morning run — you know, the early bird catches the worm yada yada.

The first two days went smoothly: I woke up early, went for my morning run, got home and was productive the rest of the day. I thought, this could work. Except come Tuesday night I can’t put down The Secret History and just had to finish it no matter what. It was a little past 1 AM when I closed the book. I closed my eyes but couldn’t go to sleep, I can’t stop thinking about The Secret History. Eventually I was pulled in a restless sleep, dreaming about Greek gods, rows of liquor bottles, poison mushrooms, a dark ravine, and a funeral.

When I woke up yesterday morning it felt like I didn’t get any sleep at all. I decided to skip my morning run and make up for it in the afternoon. And because I did yesterday’s run in the afternoon I was too tired to do today’s run in the morning so again, I moved it in the afternoon.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but my current running spot is a private cemetery along Emilio Aguinaldo Highway. I used to run in Acienda’s parking lot, but one time the guard told me off so I decided to check out Emerald Garden, where the guard positioned at the gate is much nicer. It’s a nice running spot: one lap around the perimeter is 750m, it’s peaceful and quiet, and you seldom encounter another (living) soul while you run.

I usually run just before sunset. The growing darkness never really bothered me. I used to be amused at the thought that the spirits of the dead people buried there were watching me while I run. Last night’s run was pretty much the same. I went just before sunset and finished when it was already dark.

The sky was overcast when I went to Emerald this afternoon, and with the sun already beginning to set, it was darker earlier than usual. I thought nothing of it and began my run. Suddenly the hairs at the back of my neck began to prickle. It felt like someone, or something, was watching me. I shook off my growing feeling of apprehension and carried on with my run.

When I rounded a corner, I heard muffled voices — I couldn’t tell if they were arguing or if it was just playful banter. I looked around but there wasn’t a single soul in sight. By this time I was beginning to get spooked. I kept checking Strava — how much longer til I finish my run? I wasn’t even halfway my 8km run yet. It was getting dark, fast. It was supposed to be an easy run but I found myself increasing my pace.

Just then, I was momentarily blinded by a flash of white light. I waited for the thunder to rumble but it didn’t. I craned my neck and realized that all sound seemed to have disappeared: the rustle of the wind against the grass and leaves, the chirping of the crickets, the whoosh of the passing cars in the distance. It was deathly quiet.

It was all I could do to keep myself from screaming. I sprinted to my bike and pedaled to the gate as fast as I can. My heart sank when I noticed that the gate was already closed. I was actually prepared to leave my bike and climb up the gate just to get the hell out of that place. Luckily there was no need to do such thing as it wasn’t locked, so I was able to open it and escape to freedom. I laughed out loud as soon as the sounds and lights from the living world greeted me.

I wasn’t able to complete my run but I didn’t care. I’ll make up for it on my next run.

I guess you won’t find me running in Emerald after dark ever again.

[birdy-the-tweet]

Character Catalog

Sir Dauntless

Dauntless is the mysterious fifth knight of the team, hidden behind sturdy armor and a helmet at all times. He, unlike the others with their symbolic crystalline titles, takes his name as the Hooded Knight and wears the crest of the constellation Leo on his chest.

Family and History

Not much is known about the warrior. Dauntless speaks heavily of an age in his life where he grew up devoid of color and light, only introduced to brighter concepts when they first donned their helmet. In accordance to what little of his life he’s spoken of, he was a nomadic individual, a folk hero born without the need for the fame of the label “knight” on his back.

Many villages and small towns across the realm recite faded memories and marvels turned to legend about a hooded man that towered high over all, hidden from the public eye by a cloak of midnight blue and a mask of dark steel. Their deeds were a variety of simple tasks that ranged from aiding a family travel between towns to shielding an unlucky few from the sharp winter wind. He even offered his skills in blacksmithing to the families residing in Armorville, spending months in strenuous labor to aid in the town’s recovery after an avalanche demolished a majority of their ancient homes. But despite how minuscule their acts of kindness and curiosity were, it gave him a name and a story among the people that would be remembered for decades to come.

As payment for some of his more treacherous duties, his only request was to hear the stories of the locals and perhaps visit a library for some time. The people of Bookingham welcomed Dauntless with open arms and decreed their library could house him for as long as he needed. It was during his time in the renowned halls of the town’s historical archives where he first met King Halbert. Word of the mysterious far traveler had reached the ears of the royal family, and the king accompanied a search party to locate and escort the folk hero to Knightonia, the only town Dauntless had yet to visit. He offered the warrior an opportunity to become an official defender of the realm and study at the Knights Academy, for a man of such strength and valor could prove useful for the good of the kingdom. Reluctant but in desperate need for a true home in the realm, the masked traveler accepted and joined the school under the name “Dauntless”.

To this day, he performs most of his training on his own regulation, seldom abiding by the lessons of the insolent teachers that roamed the academy’s halls. His origin story remains unknown, for he claims such infantile history is unimportant to their cause. But even without a face or a background, the stories spoken of their compassion are what make him the most memorable and fascinating knight to have left Knightonia’s gates with a shield.

Personality

Reserved and observant, Dauntless is often perceived as the gentle giant of the knights. Rarely does he engage in debates or heated tension, but he isn’t opposed to stating his opinion when it’s needed. Many mistake him as a pacifist to a fault for how he tries to settle fights and disagreements civilly, but their classmates know otherwise.

In actuality, his collected demeanor is more insightful rather than naive to tough decisions, a fact that often persuades Clay Moorington to turn to him for wisdom. But even with mental maturity and dignity, occasionally he’ll slip up and let irritation or passion show. Usually it happens when he gets into arguments with Lance over wealth, cooperation, honor, or the fallen grace of the radiant elves of Auremville. Luckily, not even Lance has seen him truly angry at something.

Dauntless is a formidable knight with more field experience in combat than any of the others as well as tactical brilliance. His pride for such an achievement makes him denounce the teachings of most — if not all — instructors in the Knights Academy, and there are times when he refuses to use a shield or its advanced widgets in sparring matches purely to prove a point or challenge a teacher. However, subtle arrogance aside, he’s been caught with an adoration for luxurious fashion and a severe case of both total color blindness and nearsightedness.

Trivia

• The name Dauntless is a play on the word “gauntlet”, his primary weapon in combat.

• Nobody knows his actual age. Should anyone try to ask him, he always makes them guess and never gives them the satisfaction of a yes or no.

• He stands at 7’9” and should never be weighed. The knights assume he’s well over 300 lbs.

• His armor possesses the most signal sensors out of any other set Robin has designed for the team. The mask is equipped with acute visual receptors for pinpointing hidden details in the environment as well as a connection to the castle’s archives for quick identification and access to information about almost anything.

• He is the only martial based knight in the team, preferring to use his fists in combat more than a weapon. Because of this, Robin merged his graduation shield into the frame of one of his gauntlets.

• He hides a box of sketchbooks in his room, filled to the brim with outfit drawings for each member of the group.

• His diet consists strictly of metals and stone. Thanks to an obsidian like material that makes up his teeth (Robin refuses to believe it’s raw obsidian but Ava did the sample work), his bite force rivals that of a hippopotamus at 1800 PSI.

• He doesn’t naturally sleep and has admitted to spend four hours of the night meditating. Macy has elected he keeps an eye on Clay while he trains the early morning away.

• From what he’s allowed the knights to see, he has crystalline arms and a lower jaw. The crystal was once believed to be amethyst. Ava is certain it’s something else, but she can never find something sharp enough to crack a piece off.

• He goes by he/they and is asexual.

• His skin is a dark gray, similar to iron in hue, but it has the hardness of stone. Aaron likes calling him the academy’s friendly neighborhood gargoyle.

• Sometimes he stuffs his helm with fabric and keeps their eyes shut for days on end. They say it’s refreshing to not stare at blinding lights all the time.

• He’s been caught stealing silverware from the cabinets every once in a blue moon. The steel forks are made up taste especially sweet.

• He gets confused when people compliment him for his courtesy, and he doesn’t understand why there’s an entire fanbase around him.

[unnaturalequilibrium]

So, hi. It's me again, yeah, me with the obscure recommendations I try to peddle like designer drugs to over-privileged teenagers brandishing their parents black card. But listen *slowly opens trenchcoat* I've got something real special for you this time. It's called 66th North Precinct (check out the trailer).

Back when I watched Bitter Daisies I kept going on about how that trope or the archetype of a stoic detective who is competent in their professional life, but is a bit of a fumble fuck when it comes to expressing their own emotional existence is a perfect fit for a lesbian character and that point still fucking stands. And apparently the Universe is paying attention to some of the fuckery I spew and occasionally even hands me exactly what I ask for. Because this - was it.

You’ve got the main character of Maria who is a retired professional boxer turned police detective who struggles with finding meaning in her work and feeling settled in her life. Surrounding her are her various oddball family members, friends and colleagues who are equal measures helpful and unintentionally hurtful as she navigates a world that is no longer as straightforward as when she was younger and had no real responsibilities beyond winning the next match. On the tin you’ve seen this in some format before, only difference is that for once this character is actually a lesbian with a wife and two kids. But without that being an issue, or well it is the issue as she deals with trying to balance responsibilities and professional fulfillment. So being married and having a family is part of the conflict of this story, but what isn’t a problem however is her homosexuality. Same thing as how Maria’s wife Essi struggles with her relationship with her parents-in-law, but not because of any signs of homophobia but because she’s from the “big city” which in this context is a bit of an offense.

Basically this is the kind of story straight people usually get, but we seldom do. There are no coming outs, no gay panics, no navigating a hateful world. Instead it’s rather simple; it’s wives arguing about domestic things, struggling with communication, supporting each other emotionally and professionally and trying to find time for each other as kids, work and family need to be juggled. It's drama without the dramatics. All of that in the setting of a crime procedural that mixes dry humour with the serious and feels deeply melancholic (vemodigt) in a way that I think only Nordic fiction can be.

But even if the marriage is written in the same way a straight couple would be the character Maria Pudas is the kind of main character you will recognize, the dumbass stoic who is so gay coded all you need are the thumbnails for the episodes to know she’s supposed to be a dyke (posture, styling, yeah just the whole shebang). No, true story, bro. Only reason I started watching was because I was looking through what was on streaming, saw the show, clicked the episode list and got preemptively annoyed because I have seen this before, the perfect lesbian character that never is allowed to be gay. Sure I know judging a book by its covers is uncool and all, but sometimes we do the duck a disfavour by pretending it doesn't know how to quack.

Despite my annoyance I decided that "what the fuck I hear turquoise and self-flagellation is in this spring" and I went against my better judgment and pressed play. And as feared each frame had my eye twitching a little more irregularly as the gay ramped up, but when it was revealed she had a son I had enough, experience have thought me the next scene would then introduce a husband and I couldn’t take that shit again. I refused to lose yet another potentially awesome lesbian character to sloppy straight washing. Luckily I was so completely drained of energy that reaching for the remote took longer than it should have and during that painstaking process another woman showed up on screen and she too acted like the son’s mother -  so there I was frozen in place with spasming core muscles as it slowly unfolded that yes, they were introducing her spouse, but turns out that for once the writers had some guts and Maria Pudas was a lesbian and she and her wife were in fact quacking their asses off. Carefully and with narrow slitted eyes I placed the remote back on my coffee table and almost reluctantly was treated. Treated damn well.

This was the after of the happily ever of that romance novel both of us have probable read, you know the one about the boxer who got a concussion and met a doctor she couldn't get out of her system. I mean, honestly I am going to call you a liar if you say you've never read a lesbian romance book or fanfic with a plot along those lines. This was basically the follow up of what happen after they get married. I get though that some people don't want the after part and for others I think this show might be a bit too slow paced and not flashy enough, it's not the CW, but rather it's government funded raggsock drama. That's not for everyone, I get that, but I really do hope you give it a go, because if nothing else it warmed me straight to my core to get so many continuous displays of romantic intimacy between two women. I mean we've been handed sweeps kissing since the late 90s, but I think I can count on my left hand the number of times I've seen something that just shows you simple romantic but non-sexual intimacies between women.

Unfortunately I don't know if you can find it will English subtitles anywhere accessible, but the episodes are up on yle's streaming site which is free with a Finnish vpn: Pohjoisen tähti

If you do find a way to watch come talk to me about what a hoot Maria's boss is, how Niko needs locking up on occasion so he stops interrupting and what the hell are we going to do about this urge to go snowboarding in Lapland?!

[dreamsgazer]

Day 6 - Memories

12 Days of Christmas | Masterlist

“Bro, look there, look at what I’ve found!”.

Lemon almost crashed a couple of children standing in his path while dragging Tangerine near a shelf in the overcrowded toy store. The very store where they have just collected in an anonymous backpack their payment for a job well done – as always, Tangerine might add.

What kind off sick prick could pick a place like a toy shop for that kind of transaction is something Tangerine is still wondering about. Luckily, everything went well, they are now a bit richer, and he’s thinking about making a reservation in Lemon’s favourite restaurant.

If his brother won’t rip off his arm in the meantime.

“For fuck’s sake, Lemon, calm down, won’t you?”

Tangerine is aware of the scolding look a couple of parents has thrown in his direction but before he can give them a piece of his mind, his brother slams a book under his nose.

“Not of my taste,” is Tangerine’s dry reply, observing with a frown the red and gold cover where a pumpkin carriage, a gnome, and an apple stare back at him.

“C’mon mate, I know you don’t read fairy tales anymore. Neither do I, for what is worth since you keep booking us job after job!”

“Yes, Lemon, that’s exactly why I don’t read fairy tale’s books.”

Lemon tuts in dismay “I can’t believe you forgot it! Look. At. This. Book.” He repeats jabbing at the cover with his finger. Tangerine knows that while people think he’s the stubborn part of the duo, his brother’s will power is not an inch weaker than his. Quite the contrary, actually.

Knowing that Lemon won’t relent until he does, Tangerine finally gives the book his full attention. And then it clicks.

“No way!”

“Yes instead!” Lemon beams, his smile large and filled with glee “It’s the same book you bought me with your pocket money when we were nine!”

The story is a bit more complicated than that, but Tangerine knows that Lemon won’t mortify him with the details. Tangerine’s mind, however, remembers it too well.

Lemon had seen that volume of fairy tales while they were strolling around the mall, instead of being in school as they should have. And he spoke about it for months. To little Tangerine the most logical solution had appeared to go back at the bookstore, nick the book, steal a paper bag with little penguins and snowflakes printed on it, and then present an early Christmas present to his brother.

Except that Lemon’s reaction hadn’t been the one he imagined. 

“A Christmas present shouldn’t be stolen,” he had said in a very stern tone of voice, one he seldom reserved for his Twin, insisting for Tangerine to bring the book back “I don’t want it if risks to put you in danger!”. Tangerine can count on one hand the times – three - that Lemon has disagreed with something he did to the point of not fully supporting him.

It still stings to think about those occasions, even if time demonstrated that Lemon was right in taking a stand. Tangerine will never admit to anyone that he was wrong about anything. Lemon, however, is the exception. Tangerine remembers saving his pocket money and doing some homework for some lazy schoolmates in exchange for some quids. He saved enough to go back at the bookstore and actually buy the book a couple of months later.

That time, Lemon accepted it and hugged his brother for some long minutes. Then Tangerine held him a year later, Lemon crying in his brother’s arms, when the book got lost after their stuff was packed and they were sent away again.

Lemon’s voice brings Tangerine back, wondering where they should get lunch. Tangerine takes the book from his brother’s hands and nods towards the door “You go ahead, there is a pub at the end of the street. I’ll see you there in five.”

Tangerine knows that Lemon is aware of what he’s doing, but he still feels the urgence of smile when he approaches the cashier, the book safely hold with care against his side.   “Can I get this wrapped up, please? Oh, and use the paper with the snowflakes, thank you very much.”

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : white day?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear Christmas,

PARIS??? Ah, je suis allée l'année dernière, mais c'était pour les vacances. Ah... Ville de l'amour... I'm kidding. I went last year for vacation. It was nice. I think going to Paris for work would be... idk. I'm sure you can get away with some Spanish, though. My friend was talking about how it was somehow more crowded than usual this year. (She went again... WITHOUT ME)

The postcard is so cute... Anyways, here's a polaroid I got of Sesame Bun in exchange. It was finally bright enough for her to register, and she's so cute it's CRIMINAL!!! AUGHHHHH my sweet baby. Sorry, since everyone's in Paris, I haven't been getting any bookings at all which is nice but I've been so bored at home it's almost crazy. Maybe I should reread okra's fic... or write something myself. Why do I only write when I'm like stressed as hell with no time??? Boo.

Anyways, my friend and I's shipment of asian snacks arrived, so I'm mailing a package of an assortment of snacks. You can share if you have other people in your airbnb. I seldom hear about models in airbnbs, though... why not a hotel again?

Anyways, if someone hits on you, you can tell them you're seeing someone or something. It doesn't hurt to be a little delusional. Just... don't let that fester into reality and actually go insane and think you're dating, alright? Stalking is only ever somewhat cute when it's a fictional character.

The phrase... "J'ai une petite amie" should work. If you have no idea how to say that, it's "zhay yune peutit ahmi" and if you can't pronounce that either, just google it. French is really just the more mouth-closed cousin in terms of language when it comes to Spanish. Italian is the open-mouthed brother. It's an interesting trio. Also, did you know Paris Fashion Week started in 1973?? Crazy if you ask me.

Hope you like the snacks! scrambled eggs

You package everything quickly and swiftly, paying for express shipping, and once that's done, you head downtown to have a day to yourself after dropping off the box. You need to touch some grass, touch the sea, experience nature, and catch up with your vitamin D.

The sun is good enough, lying in the middle of the park and soaking up the sun, sound of cars and other people chattering behind you. You're glad almost no one celebrates White Day in the States. You hear someone chatter about receiving flowers, but that's the extent of it. Beautiful day out, beautiful sun, absolutely gorgeous—

You squint at the sudden lack of sunlight and the sound of panting.

"Sunshine!" A girl chases after the dog that's decided to just hop up to you, and you blink.

"Is that your name?" You ruffle its fur, laughing as the dog barks an affirmative. "Oh, baby, you're so cute!"

The dog does a couple of laps around you, and you laugh as its owner runs up.

"I'm so sorry! He rarely does this, I promise." She heaves.

"...Claire?" You raise a brow. "You have a dog?"

"Oh! Oh my god!" She gasps as she recognizes you. "No, I'm dogsitting for one of our models in Paris right now. He's not mine."

"Oh, well he's quite friendly."

"Not often." She frowns. "He was throwing a fit this morning when I was trying to get him out for a walk, and I see him pretty often."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." She pauses.

"I'm down to take care of him if you want?" You raise a brow. "Or, I can hang out with you when you have to dogsit? I have no shoots lately since everyone's in Paris."

"That would be nice." She mumbles. "I don't have anything either, so I've just been dogsitting."

"Sunshine, was it? Cute little thing." You give the dog a good pat. "You want me to babysit? I'll take you out on walks. Hm? Does that sound good?"

The tail wagging seems to indicate something along the lines of an agreement.

"Claire?"

"I'm fine if you do. I'd be glad, actually." She mumbles. "I'll just text his owner. Do I have your number?"

"I think you do? Feel free to text me."

"Mm." Claire checks for your number, nodding. "I walk him every day at 10am here. See you tomorrow?"

"See you." You grin.

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

Married!Phan (4) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three

Beautiful (ao3) - enthuzimuzzy

Summary: Dan takes a photo of the man he loves.

Decorating (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Husbands Dan and Phil decorate for their first Christmas together in their new house.

Delivery Dan (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan puts forth maximum effort to surprise his husband with elaborate sexual role play on a cold, December night.

In and out of my mouth (ao3) - Tidbitswithtoby

Summary: Phil believes his husband has an oral fixation

It's Black and White (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan and Phil attend the Star Wars movie premiere in London and find it incredibly difficult to keep their hands to themselves, even in public, so they steal a moment for themselves.

kiss an angel good morning (ao3) - fallentales

Summary: Dan gets home early from a trip, and lets his inner fanboy come out as he appreciates his amazing husband.

AKA, in which Dan Howell is still Phil Trash #1

Leave A Light On (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan told people he cared about that he wanted to get better.

Mothers day (ao3) - Bow_of_Artemis

Summary: Kindergarten teacher! Phil is having his class make mothers day cards but one of his students comes up to him with a little problem

Mr. Lester's Husband (ao3) - nipsu

Summary: Phil Lester, a young teacher, takes his family to work and surprises his class of students.

On/Off (ao3) - crazed_peanut

Summary: Dan and Phil have a 2 1/2 year old and a stressful morning.

Patching the Holes (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan is really close with his grandma. He spontaneously decides to come out to his very homophobic family on Christmas. Obviously doesn’t go well. Then stuff happens

Pretty Baby (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan, who previously fought his own, natural, femininity, explores the traditionally feminine to surprise his future husband and learns that there is much to love about these parts of himself.

Proud (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Elisse Lester is seventeen, and she’s ready to come to her parents about her sexuality. She knows it’ll be fine. She has two dads for crying out loud. But, that won’t stop her from being nervous. Luckily, her girlfriend is there to assure her that everything will be fine.

Share A Bed, Share A Life (ao3) - JenCollins, WordsAblaze

Summary: Having a child is a stressful, time-consuming, argument-inducing process but, naturally, Dan and Phil ride the ups and downs together, ending up just fine.

Sick (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan is sick one day, then passes it onto his husband Phil who isn't thrilled to say the least. Extremely short one-shot that I wrote in like 20 minutes

Something Special (ao3) - danblossom

Summary: The holidays always brings something special.

The Art Of Teaching (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan used to be into art when he was in high school but stopped once he grew up but started again and now has a website where he sells his art for money. Phil is a principal at a high school, and nobody is aware that he has a husband, someone he’s been with since he was a teenager. Something happens to the art teacher so Phil offers Dan the job, and Dan takes it. Phil finally introduces Dan to the rest of the school as his husband.

(TW) Those Were the Days of Our Lives (ao3) - dansshibainu

Summary: Every day, Dan buys a cute card, a small bouquet of flowers, and a lion bar for his husband of thirty years. Trouble is, Phil can't remember him.

Two dads on mothers day (ao3) - phanhowlterstuff

Summary: Phil talking about his husband, Dan, to one of his students

We're All Doomed (ao3) - ellohello

Summary: Dan's been across the country performing his show, and Dan has just really been missing Phil. He won't see him for ages yet, but he can't wait for that day

wikihow to stop a divorce (ao3) - ivorycastle

Summary: Dan has finally shown that he's too difficult to love, and seldom to keep Phil inspired amidst the cold break that legally split the two flames apart. This house lease binds the two obnoxiously tight to each other like wild grapevines. Maybe this will grow over if the universe allows it to.

[ouran-boytoy-fanfiction]

White Plague

tw for plague, mild descriptions of fictional illness, suggestive content, miscomunication, breaking and entering, attempted theft

It was called the White Plague because it made your skin pale, your hair pale, and your bones brittle. It came quickly; no one was prepared, and it soon became obvious that not even the children of the rich and powerful were spared. Business tycoons all but abandoned their children, hiding them away in secluded mansions that seldom saw the sun.

Times were hard, but at the very least they could afford to order supplies online. People like Haruhi- commoners- weren't so lucky.

And so it came to poor Haruhi climbing the wall of the nearest mansion, a dreary and desolate one, the pink (really?) paint faded and smeared with herbal nonsense.

The desperate girl made a grab for the windowsill, had a brief moment of terror, and managed to crawl inside.

Only to freeze- it turned out that this particular room had not, as Haruhi had hoped, been unoccupied.

Luckily, he was facing away from her.

He- he was a blond boy, around her age, tall and very slight.

He was, as much as Haruhi could tell from behind, lovely, but obviously afflicted.

His hair was limp, his legs almost discolored, and his feet more dainty than they had any right to be. He was clothed only in a slip, some sort of prissy affair made of you-wish-you-could-afford-me fabric. Pale- in fact the whole room was made of muted colors, as if it could hide it's master's desaturation.

Master- who else could he be? He was obviously some sort of aristocracy. Haruhi had only seconds to escape out the window before he caught her-

"Oh! Hello there. I didn't hear you come in." Crap.

He smiled, speaking with a soft, gentle voice. He was quiet, almost staying where he stood, but with a if-I-could-be-energetic-I-would sort of energy about him.

He stepped forward, then turned around, showing her the laces of his slip. He waited.

"Uh, bro, do you think I'm going to... dress you or something?"

He laughed. "Well, if you're not a maid here to dress me, why are you in my bedchambers?"

Oh god, this is my chance to not get thrown in jail!

They chuckled nervously. "Uh, how silly of me to forget. Uh. Sure. Let me just get that, master..."

"Oh, you! Did you forge- you forgot my name!?" He pouted.

Oh, he's... actually really adorable.

Wait. If I'm going to dress this guy... that means... OH GOD.

"I'm Tamaki, silly!" Haruhi nodded blankly, carefully pulling at the ties of the slip. It fell, almost drifting, to the ground.

Haruhi bit her lip. Oh god. He's gorgeous.

But... really skinny.

Tamaki tilted his head, like he was already used to people gaping at his bare body. It was a pretty nice one.

Haruhi opened a drawer, revealing pair after pair of lacy, frilly undergarments. Her face turned red. They're really pretty... but really impractical. Does he have anything else?

Next drawer. Socks, stockings, bloomers even. Haruhi pulled out some cute, kitty-patterned boyshorts, and pulled them on him, careful not to touch anything.

He gave her a warm glance. Tamaki's eye's were a washed-out lavender, still enticing but almost glazed over.

Haruhi pulled a house-dress over his slight shoulders, pale pink and lined with the softest fur she'd ever felt. Tying up the laces, Haruhi's eyes met his, and it occured to them how... out of it Tamaki looked.

"Uh... let's get you to bed." Haruhi guided him to the bed, resting him gently there and pulling the blankets over him.

"Mama? Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

Aw. He thinks I'm his mother. "I don't know... I'm not your mother, sorry."

He smiled weakly. "I know, Mama. You never told me your name."

"My name is Haruhi," Haruhi said impulsively. "And yeah, I guess I'll stay."

She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. He giggled and went to sleep.

[the-fiction-witch]

Broom Boy

Media IRL (Fantasy)

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster 

Couple: Thomas X Reader

Rating: Dark + Flirty

Concept Fight for the Flag

I woke dazed and confused, my vision beyond blurry. The first thing I noticed was the stench. Almost enough to make me cough, the overwhelming stench of blood, piss, shit and god only knows what else. I sat up a little as my eyes began to clear. I was in what I'd seldom call a room. Heavy stone bricks, none of which were flat or well made as if gathered and purely shoved in with little thought, everywhere but one wall where rusting metal bars sat people coming and going in dark leather clothes. I wasn't alone, there must have been a hundred men shoved in this room sized for many five people, I was lucky enough to have a corner pressed against the wall where I had been passed out for god knows how long. The wall where I had previously been resting my head had blood on it I believe my own from my still aching head. The Walls and even the ceiling vibrated at times causing dust to fall into the cell. I was beyond fearful, having no clue where I was or why I was there.

The last thing I remember was heading from my small cottage in the woods to go out foraging for mushrooms, herbs and the like. I don't know what I could have done to have ended up here?

And then it came to me. There has been word of people going missing, people who stayed too close to the city walls but I was miles from the city, perhaps I just pissed off the wrong guy? 

Suddenly a fight broke out leaving people to push and shove for our small amount of space. And I ended up being pushed aggressively into the bars setting me face to face with a muscular tanned, bald man with a braided beard, he looked me up and down and smiled with his crooked and missing teeth "that one" he damned pointing to me 

"No. No please!" I begged as another similar man opened the cell and grabbed my arms to drag me out no matter how much I tried to resist "where am I? What's going on? Where are you taking me?" 

They only laughed at me forcing me to walk before they threw me and slammed a metal gate behind me I quickly got to my feet and grabbed the gate trying to get back through but they slapped my hands if ever I tried 

"Go." One demanded 

"Go where? What's going on? Please just tell me something, anything!" I begged 

"Go." Was all they demanded

I turned and saw this was a corridor no bigger than a meter wide made of this same carved rough stone and given they had shut the gate I had little choice but to go forward, the floor as rough as the walls making my steps very difficult often I would trip or stumble just walking down the path, it was clear this was angled and sloped in different areas giving me an even worse sense of disorientation. At times having to run my hands across the rough walls just to keep myself up, I thought of turning back but I knew there was no point. There weren't even flames or any light to try and give me any idea where I was going, I could have been walking to hell for all I know. I stumbled, slipping down for a couple of seconds, and then… I saw light. 

I stood doing my best to stumble along towards the light finding a metal gate that luckily was unlocked I quickly pulled it and scampered out into a rush of sand, light and noise.

Oh no.

I know where I am.

The wall circular stone around me was full of people banging their feet and shouting, the bright sun almost enough to blind me, the sky blue looming over me, and the ground covered in sand… and in blood. 

This was the arena. 

Inside the city.

Immediately I tried to get back through the gate it had locked behind me

"No. No. No. No. Please! No, please! I'm not a prisoner. I'm a villager, let me out of here!" I begged to pull on the gate had hard as I could but no response

I turned and saw I wasn't alone, six more gates around the circle each with someone like me an unwilling participant. Each gate had a coloured flag hung above it, I was blue. In the centre of the sand was a pile of weapons, shields, as well as a few useless things like brooms and pots. In the centre atop the pile is a pole with a large golden flag. I was well aware of this game. We had to get what we could and fight to the death. The last standing gets the flag and is set free.

I didn't want to fight.

But it's kill or be killed…And everyone else around me knew that too.

A horn sounded silencing everyone in the arena. 

And then I saw her…

Just across the way in a box surrounded by similar gold… the empress. Sat watching us.

"On the sound of the horn, the battle begins," the man with the horn demanded "one…" he shouted, making the whole crowd bang the floor sending it echoing across the arena, "two!" He shouted the beat again with him, so I held my breath and found a sword and shield in the pile planning my route to bolt for it "three!" He shouted and the horn blew out across the arena making everyone cheer.

I ran as quickly as I could to the pile but almost everyone else had the same idea I managed to grab a shield but someone else grabbed the sword before I could and immediately went to attack me with it quickly I held the shield up to protect myself grabbing a what I thought was a spear from the pile in my other hand but it turned out was a broom which made him laugh at me but I shoved him with it knocking him off balance and into the sand I was about to take his sword but I heard someone coming up behind me so I turned and just managed to stop him from cutting through me with my shield his sword getting caught in the heavy wood so I quickly spun around making him lose his grip and fall into the sand giving me chance to pull the sword off to use myself he ran at me but I quickly just held the sword straight letting it seem into his stomach quickly pulling it back as he bled out. The first man was back sword in hand so I held mine tightly our swords meeting a good five times before he knocked it out my hand I sighed and grabbed my trusty broom giving him a harsh whack with it to which he simply sliced the top with his sword leaving me with a point, but that makes it a spear so I shoved it as hard as I could thought his neck leaving him choking in his own blood. Two down, three more to go. Luckily two of them were fighting amongst themselves one quickly taking down the poor girl who in her panic had only grabbed a single axe that was clearly far too heavy for her to swing. But that did mean I had to go up… against him.

He was big. Board. Angry. With a large angled spear and metal shield. I knew my broom wasn't going to cut it so I tucked it into my belt just in case grabbing the sword and a pot I threw the pot as hard as I could at his head it smashing there and he didn't even flinch 

Oh crap, I'm gonna die.

He came at me and I quickly used my shield even if using it hurt with his blows I used my sword as much as I possibly could to try and block him not even thinking about getting a hit in just trying not to die until he hit the shield and the sword out of my hands for a moment I almost came to terms with my inevitable demise but then I remembered my broom I grabbed it from my belt and shoved the bristles into his face and his eyes momentarily blinding him which was enough for me to grab his sword and cut his gut open like a prepared fish taking my broom back as I did in a last effort he cut my arm luckily not deep enough for a real wound. Until then I had ignored the crowds but they cheered for me. I took my sword and my broom my shield shattered on the ground where it landed.  I looked around trying to find the last competition and… it was a woman no older than me still at the green gate trying desperately to open it; she hadn't even tried to fight. I went over doing my best not to scare her as she was crying.

"Hey, were the only ones left," I told her and she turned to see me 

"No. No no, please. I have a daughter" she begged 

"I- I'm sorry. I don't wanna be here anymore than you do"

"Please, please. I have a little girl. Her father abandoned us, please. She'll starve without me" she pleaded 

"I'm sorry - I don't want to do this" 

"Neither do I," she said grabbing the sword from me as I was only holding it loose in my hand cutting my leg almost enough to make me drop to the floor it quickly gushing with blood 

"Ahhhhh! You bitch!" I yelled hitting her with my broom and knocking her over onto the sand and quickly took my sword back putting it at her neck and my knee on her ribs "I'm sorry. I promise when I get out of here I'll find your daughter"

"I don't have a daughter you little shit! I just wanted you to drop your sword!"

"You - you are evil," I told her quickly slitting her throat and hearing the crowd cheer I got up using my broom to help me walk given my leg was in agony grabbing the flag from the pile to a roar of applause. A man came out of one of the gates in golden clothes and ushered me away this was much nicer than how I entered.

Carved perfectly with even artwork on the walls they helped me through to a large impressive room with many amenities, they let me have a bath and bandaged my leg and arm even if they wouldn't say a word to me gave me new clothes and urged me to follow them though I struggled as there was a lot of stairs until I came out again in the harsh sunlight but this time I wasn't below where another fight was going on, I was worried I had seen these fights before when you get the flag your throw out allowed to go back to wherever you came from but I was surrounded by gold fabric looking over the fighting. The man in gold fabric stood with me for a moment leaving me even more confused.

"She wishes to congratulate you" he whispered to me 

I held my breath as we watched the fight end and as the winning girl was thrown out and they prepared for the next batch I was brought forward and suddenly I was in the presence of the empress. 

She was… beyond beautiful.

She sat on the padded throne, even her feet had a little pillow to rest on, her hair in these plaits and twists that likely took handmaid’s hours to do with a gold headband sat perfectly in her hair, she wore a long floor-length dress off both shoulders with a belt of golden metal suns held together with leather, the dress even though it hung off both shoulders cradled her upper arms and went down to her waist not holding her arms at all letting them feely move sort of off the shoulder Cape sleaves I suppose, A sweet mulberry rouge across her cheeks and her lips she fluttered her eyes a little as she saw me 

“Humm… Broom boy” she giggled “You impressed me”

“I- i uhhh I did?” I stuttered in shock and everyone began to glare at me “I did my empress?” 

“Yes” she smiled “You may go, I’m sure you have things to attend to” she says “But Promise me when you have a moment you’ll come to the palace? And visit me?” she cooes

“Uuuuhhhhh Yes My empress, absolutely I will” I nodded 

“Good, I shall wait for you” she smiled blowing me a sweet little kiss, before her guards pushed me away. 

[theendcaller]

@kleinstar​ liked for a starter~

A promising young man is passing by. 

Casually stylish, both in the way he dresses and tousles his hair, those light brown eyes shining with life. Surely this handsome fellow is willing to help a powerless old immortal sorcerer in a spot of trouble this fine afternoon. Even if that powerless old immortal sorcerer just so happens to be one of the worst people in existence.

“Ahhh, tis about time! I was beginning to think I’d be here for yet a n o t h e r day!” Fandaniel says quite cheerfully for one who has been bound to the trunk of a tree via magic vines for well over twenty-four hours now.  “If you could lend a fellow a hand, I’d be so-so appreciative. Oh yes, but if you do decide to assist me, I must highly caution you to not touch the vines. The pixies…” He snickers and shrugs his shoulders as best as one can while tightly bound. “...well, they’re in a rather prickly mood and have made it abundantly clear that anything that touches these vines, be they knives, sticks or fingers, will be turned into mushrooms upon contact.”

It isn’t as though Fandaniel was just some innocent person going for a stroll through the forest and just so happened to get tied to a tree by a collection of playful pixies. He is very much deserving of this punishment. Luckily (or unluckily), the consequences of his actions seldom ever deter him from acting upon his impulses, and he has been quite confident that some solution will present itself in due time.

Well, lo and behold! A day and a half later, after some hideous weather had deterred everyone from taking a hike in the magical forests until things cleared, here comes his ticket out.

 Or...so he hopes, in any case.