#sooo lining probably took and hour and a half?

[raveartts]

my dumbass always forgets to time things

[wroteclassicaly]

so, like, my horny steve thot is almost always the same: i just love the idea of his cock being sooo uncommonly long and girthy that he has to take his sweet time getting you ready and even tho he makes you cum on four fingers and his tongue twice, he still can only fit about half of his cock inside you before you’re crying (crying for more? crying for less? you don’t even know … you’re crying for more probably) :(((( hehe

I know this is way more than a Steve thot, but I do hope you like it anyways? Hehe, thanks so much for sending it in, my dear Cece! I tweaked it a little bit ;)

Note: My vaginismus having ass could not take Steve’s monster very easily (if at all), but this is nice to think about. And I felt like having trouble, even with prep from four fingers (my god, I struggle with sometimes one and definitely two) — is relatable af!

Warnings: Language, smut, NSFW, touches on sub space a little bit, mentions oral sex, handjobs, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, and the reader has a hard time taking Steve, so there’s significant pain. I think that about covers it?

Sometimes you felt as if you were floating. Higher than the tallest cliff hanging off the quarry, rocks jagged and waters a deep, enriching blue, rippling in velvet serenity. Your particles could be scattered to the Midwest winds and you’d have yet to realize, halfway through time — maybe even space…? It happens more and more frequently now, tonight is no different.

You shift, one jut of your knee that slides into a slippery sloping press, his wiry leg hairs tickling your calf. He moves, widening your right thigh, your ankle sliding across your rose colored bed sheets, and back behind his slender form, where he’s kneeling in front of you. An electric heat flows so hot between your legs that the cool air rushing in hurts. You fist your own fingers into your air, massaging, tugging, neck stretching to expose the delicate tendons that run up your throat — ones he’s littered in his claims. God if he could suck them raw, nip the sore flesh into his teeth, enough that you whimper again, opening yourself just the way he needs you to…

Your arm is still thrown above your head, the outline of your forearm pressing into your pillow, your kiss-swollen lips shiny with spit and dormant pleas that he’d heard not long ago. He’s tried to say a few words, even used his palm to push down on your abdomen, still four knuckles deep into your soaking wet pussy. It’s to no avail, your eyes completely glassy, lash line soaked, gaze fucked over and reaching outer limits — a place he can only imagine what’s it like (from your perspective, anyways). He knows this path you go head first into. The books and magazines he had read a long time ago in his High School days mentioned how sex is obviously different for girls, how they can experience things more intensely sometimes.

But nothing could’ve prepared him for this. The very first time it happened coincided with a two hour long foreplay. Steve remembers it like the back of a Farrah Fawcet spray canister. He was prepping you to take him — all nerves and mangled, panting breaths. One finger and his mouth on your neck, two found his lips sucking underneath your jaw line and crooking against that spot just right, three had you stifling whimpers into his neck and riding his splayed palm that stayed drenched, and four… Well, four was an unremarkable set of attempts that took up the better part of the second hour.

You’d done it with Steve’s patience, his languid coaxing. And when you had berated yourself for being unable to take it much past the tip of the fourth, he’d slid between your legs and lifted them apart, his tongue finding your creamy opening and helping himself. You lost count on how many fuses he’d lit and caused to explode, only touching your senses upon hearing Steve hiss out a yes when his fourth finger easily joined the other three. It took a few minutes with him talking to you, high on a raspy ease, a delicious chorus of praises pouring off his lips — then you were back. Some sort of transitioning space, Robin had told him when he couldn’t help but to ask, wondering if it was too much for you.

And that fed into Steve’s addiction to satiate his hunger for seeing you in such an uncaring, completely melted state. All because of him.

He grabs your chin with a calloused thumb and pointer finger, pinching to tilt, your lips catching his and separating in an easy smack. His nose tucks into your cheek, another glide of his mouth, four fingers turning back into three and a stretch, and you inhale sharply — everything coming back into focus. Your breath is winded, bosom heaving and nipples dragging across his tufts of chest hair. He’s so fucking warm, his freckle splattered skin stained red with flush, his aftershave sinking into the corners of your mouth, stubble tickling your chin, and inky pupils littered with cinnamon rings. His brows pinch together, pearly white teeth grinning lazily as he presses another kiss to your mouth the moment that you sigh into a shared breath.

“Welcome back, baby.”

His free hand reaches for your forearm above your head, fingers sliding along damp and salty skin, tickling across your palm and lacing with your own digits — squeezing.

“Mhm. Stevie…” His thick fingers buried in that scorching mess between your thighs is suddenly on the forefront. Holy shit he’d gone to town on you. The evidence has slicked down your ass and onto the bed sheets, that’s no secret.

“I tap out again for a second? Fuck, you’re so good.” You coo at him, enjoying how his eyes light up in a mirth unmatched.

He hooks your right leg around his lower waist, leaving the other lowered to where you’ve got it propped. His eyes find yours and he drinks you in as he pulls his fingers from you slowly, both of you letting out a choked moan. His thumb pad caresses your clit, his digits smacking your cunt and scattering some arousal. You jump, toes curling, digging into his waistline.

“Shit, honey, let me taste you first.” He’s teasing, smirking that Steve Harrington smirk, popping his sopping fingers into that plush mouth, making a real diabolical show of it.

You practically chase his touch, eager to sample yourself — whatever he’ll let you have. He wiggles his shiny fingertips and barely touches your bottom lip, teasing you, making you raise up — the action causing his very prominent erection to nudge your folds. You jump a little, that instinctual preparation that promises a very defining pain — working its way to the forefront. Steve shakes his head and swipes his fingers across your mouth, planting them on your hip to massage in soothing circles. You’re so fucking wet that you’ve already soaked him, and that makes holding back from taking what he wants that much harder.

“Easy, okay? Haven’t even tried to put it in yet. You know I’ll always ask you before I do, right?”

You nod, breathing in a few self-comforting breaths. It’s not that you’re terrified of the pain. Hell, your little kinky ass indulges in it most of the time, but there’s also that percentage that is nervous, that worries about how much it usually does hurt, (despite many orgasms and lubrication), or if you won’t be able to take him at all this time. His walnut strands tickle your cheek as he descends to nuzzle your nose with his own, reassuring hand still on your hip.

“You want it like this tonight?”

You nearly combust on the spot, body bowing to a magnetizing nostalgia of various positions he’d fucked you in; nice and deep, or ever-so-slow and fucking filthily. You can almost taste his sweat from thrusts he’s yet to initiate, feel the goosebumps pepper your flesh as his silky mane tickles your forehead, maybe even your neck and shoulder (it all depends on which way he has you, really). You aren’t quick enough to draw in your timid answer, starting to slip again, preparing to drift and seek him out. His fingers leave your hip and pull down on your bottom lip, releasing it with a plop as the digits head towards your jaw — strumming a slow scrape. “Babe?” He’s amused, questioning. “How do you want me?”

“I..” And your throat feels like it’s overworked, yet you’ve barely spoken. It drips with elated exhaustion, slowly clambering upright. “Right where you are. Get the stuff, honey.” You flip his nickname for you back onto him, and it has a reaction that crashes into his chest, making it swell in size for you.

He nods immediately, the hand that’s holding yours — leaving, but only to work open the bedside drawer in haste, fumbling clumsily as he decides to capture your bottom lip between his teeth — leaving little love pecks as an after motion. You can barely leave his mouth, his neck straining and flushed bright red, caked in sweat. He rolls back on his haunches, his heavy cock bobbing against his stomach and leaving a connective trail of your slick and his pre-cum to both, your thighs and his.

“Jesus,” he mutters in awe. You’re always so wet for him.

You do shift a little, relaxing your legs around his lower back and connecting your ankles. He has the lube bottle in hand, cracking its lid and wiggling his brows at you. A silent signal not missed, you present your palm and he squeezes out a good amount of gel in, tossing it onto the nightstand beside your head. And fuck, you really wish you had your Polaroid right now, because watching him inhale through clenched teeth, toned waist giving into a bunch, and licking a sharp swipe of his tongue across his lips, the moment that your hand is reaching forward to take him in your grasp — it’s forever seared into your pitiful, Steve-stamped retinas. Screw your pupils, might as well be little Steve’s there instead.

His breath trembles, caressing his tongue, body unprepared as your fingertips tap a tempo up his shaft, barely grazing, before moving back down again. His cock twitches, jumping in your hand, and that’s the moment that you take your chance and wrap your fist around him. He falls forward on hefty palms, fingers splayed beside your head, bunching your sheets in a white knuckled grip. This is one of the parts that you absolutely go to the outer limits for.

He mouths at your jugular, nose pathing up your neck and dragging across your chin until he’s able to kiss you and pant against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Use it however you want to. S’ all yours. Don’t need to be afraid of it. ”

That first sticky contact where he’s finally parting your folds turns you into a babbling mess, a wanton whimper tangled at your tongue’s tip. The fingernail of Steve’s thumb scrapes at your chin, tugging and encouraging your sounds to spill free. When you oblige, he slides that very digit into your mouth and presses, salt, his saliva, and your own musky essence pouring over your taste buds.

“That’s my good girl — shit!” You roll your tongue around his finger and take him down to the knuckle, your fist gliding across his length at an easy rhythm in a simultaneous thievery.

“Monster madness.” You whisper, letting your tongue flick around his thumb, before releasing.

He meets your mouth in a shared grin — all teeth, light laughs. “So I own a monster and a python, huh?” He winds your hair back behind your ear and you know it’s almost time. Your grip on him has loosened a little.

You share a heavy stare, a connection that doesn’t falter, even through one raise of his bushy brows. You watch in a marveling, drool-lathered wonder as the tendons in his wrist flex when his fingers separate, pushing your folds apart. They disconnect with an audible squelch, making you grip him tightly again — squeezing. A diagram-deep groan punches through his esophagus and claws its way from his mouth. “Oh. Fucking do somethin’, honey. Please…”

His voice sounds wet, like a hurricane is rising inside his lungs, battering his insides, and threatening to flood his throat — a desperation that finds an adjoining link within your own desires. As he still holds you open, you bring his purpling tip to your swollen clit, and with a blinking of newly tear stained lashes — you use him. He couldn’t stop it if he tried, another beading escaping him and helping the friction you’ve begun to stimulate you both with. Your knee jerks and he thrusts into your hand, his thick, full balls catching on your ass, your wetness having found a home there too. It’s all too messy to comprehend a clean up. And he doesn’t want to, if he’s being honest.

“Baby, you have the prettiest clit. God it feels so good, you know that? Don’t stop for me.” He’s shaking in his forearms, biceps rattled, muscles caving in. He’s not even inside of you yet and he’s already drenched and throbbing, about to blow his load.

Luckily, you know him as well as he knows you. And you release, quickly lifting your ass in a slight wiggle, legs still locked and now wound around his lower back. You give him one pleading command. “Split me open, Stevie.”

He takes an intoxicating initiative, finding your left hand to hold on tight, fingers leaving your cunt and wrapping around his glistening base, curls matted with your cream. This isn’t gonna last long. “Need more lube, baby?” He checks one last time, your head shaking

You’re fucking warm and soft when he drags his dick through the seam of you, teasing, slapping your inner thigh, your clit, finally teasing his head to that ring of nerves. “Fuck.” His hand lifts on your hand, knuckles smashing into your pillow case, palms held and fitted. You’re relaxed enough that you’re close to sucking him right in, and as soon as the head pops past your opening, he sees your eyes fill with tears. You dig your nails into the top of his hand, scratching, nearly breaking skin. What comes out of your mouth before he can say anything shocks him.

“H-hold on. Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum.”

Steve’s lips find your neck and they suck, bite, licking clean the evidence of a beginning claim. He has to stop himself from fucking you up the bed at this new knowledge. “Oh yeah? Feels that good?”

“Just go slow.” You whimper into a kiss he bestows, tongue greedily slinking into his mouth to take what you want.

He sees what you mean when he presses in a little more and is flooded with a fresh wave of cream, his eyes rolling back and clouding over. And that’s the moment he knows that he has to check in, because you sniffle. There it is.

“Honey? You alright?”

You’re trying to say you are, but it comes out as a broken “mhm” and you lick your lips, eyes focusing on the ceiling, sclera burning. It fucking stings, your body is telling you what it knows — that it’s gonna be too much, that you’ll be sore. But he’s so warm, so heavy inside, and he isn’t even completely there. You try to shove your hips and seek out more, only to be rebuffed. “Baby…” he warns, composure tilting over that precipice, wavering.

And the air changes, your body goes light, and that’s it.

“Come here.” Your hand that’s unheld, is digging into his hair, its soft strands becoming rising waves in the gaps between your fingers, tumbling over yourself to get to his mouth.

His knees help keep him above you, or else he’d collapse. You breathe in deep, releasing it against his lips when you part, your nipples prodding at his slippery flesh. Smashing your nose into his own, he nudges, he shifts, and you’re caught — his thick cock sinking into you. It’s not even half, but you cling to Steve through gasping cries and tear splattered lips, everything aching and throbbing. Your heart is racing so hard that you’re sure your bones are being dusted to ash.

Despite the nearly unbearable fire his size carries, your body welcomes him halfway in without anything else needed. Steve pauses, not just for you, but for himself and the ridiculous choppiness that he can’t even call breathing. He lifts your combined hands and kisses each finger, making you tighten around him and his hips shove forward. You both curse and he apologizes, to no avail. You’ve begun to beg him, and he thinks he might be in his own transitioning space.

“Honey — Baby, hold on, m’ tryna make it better for you.”

“More, I want it all, S-Steve… Don’t stop!”

“But you’re tensing on me —“

“Please, oh god, please — Steve!”

His control vanishes and his closed fist reaches the bottom of your folds as he helps himself push the rest of the way in — in two swift, squelching glides. His tip finds that spot right away, settled like a flesh tight glove, and it sets off a series of sparks, your throat barely able to let out a scream before your release squirts from your cunt and reaches the happy trail scattered around Steve’s navel. Yep, it’s over. He pulls your linked hands up and drapes them by his neck, pumping his hips on one good time, forehead sticking to yours, eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief, and he comes. Your exposed hands that aren’t together, they find one another and match the other two, lacing, pieced just right.

Steve crumbles and collapses on you, your breasts dripping with combined exertion, his pulse racing to stabilize, face burrowing on the swell of your chest. It’s a few silent moments — his cock softening inside you, your cunt brimming with his warm spend, and then he’s looking up at you from his spot. That five o’clock shadow surrounds his mouth, his pupils trying to normalize, and fuck — his own eyes have spilled moisture. Every freckle and mole is visible, his easy grin and silent apology starting, but you brush the hair of his forehead, enjoying his reddened cheeks.

“I love you, honey. Are you okay? Want me to—“ His own voice sounds discombobulated.

“Stay a little while with me, like this? Inside?” Is your airy soft response.

And now, now you think that Steve will be floating over the quarry with you. Particles that fuse together. Of time and space.

// eat me paragraph //

[jals-stuff]

dudeeee orter is SOOO overworked it's crazy. man just looks like a stick and he can probably sleep while standing it's almost scary 💀 love him tho!

IKR man can probably sleep with his eyes open too, just imagine laying in bed and he's sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room with his eyes wide open but he's sleeping LMAO best sleep paralysis demon tbh. your ask did inspire me tho thank you anon ♥ just a very short one!

word count: 900 ish

Train ride.

"Are we there yeeet?"

Your voice took him out of his intense focus as he looked up from his book, golden eyes narrowing in annoyance at your childish whine. You had been Orter's teammate for about a year and a half, so he was pretty much used to it now.

"Will you stop asking? The train left less than an hour ago."

A deep sigh escapes your lips and you rest your head against the table in sheer boredom. It was your idea, after all, not to bring any distractions because what's a few hours long train trip anyway? Nothing you can't handle, or so you thought.

The two of you were on your way back to the Bureau after a long, exhausting mission that should've been mainly investigation, but had somehow escalated into a wild goose chase after the main suspect had ran away.

Your eyes shot up to look at him but his attention was already back on his book. Out of curiosity, you switched your seat and plopped down next to him to read a few lines of it— which was dumb, he was already midway through the book.

His eyes travelled to your form for a few seconds before he resumed his reading, not minding your closeness as long as you wouldn't disturb him. "Why didn't you bring a book? Or... whatever things you allow yourself to be entertained by."

You shrugged dismissively as your eyes kept carefully following the lines. How interesting is it that the human brain can make something this boring look so enticing whenever there are no other distractions around?

"It's fine... I can read your book, too."

He decided not to respond and flipped the page to keep reading. What was interesting, however, was to know what kind of books Orter likes to read, even though you couldn't really guess what the story was about right now.

"Aren't you tired?"

He adjusted his glasses on his nose and quietly cleared his throat.

"What gave you this impression?"

Answering him that "oh, your reading speed is slower than usual, your hair is just a little messy and you blink very slowly" would be admitting that you've been staring a little too long at his handsome features.

"...call it a hunch." You chuckled softly at your own thoughts and he raised an eyebrow but didn't dig any deeper.

He flipped yet another page after a while, but it was just a little too quick for you.

"Hey, hey, I wasn't done! ..let me hold the book on this side." He sighed deeply but knew very well that if he didn't abide to your tantrum, you would probably be more annoying.

So here you were, holding half of a book while he held the other part of it. Your thumb was holding the page a little deeper than necessary to make sure the book wouldn't escape your grasp or that he wouldn't try to turn a page without asking.

Another page flipped, and you found yourself quite relaxed, your shoulder resting against his, reading peacefully... until he was done with the page you were holding— or almost.

You see, your thumb was covering a small part of it, and instead of asking out loud, his hand made his way to yours and he gently brushed your thumb aside so he could keep reading.

Needless to say, you were really agitated now. You decided to let him turn the page, unable to focus on the story any further and trying to control this embarrassing blush that had crept on your face.

No questions were asked, and he flipped the page again. You tried to read the first few words again, but it now felt like you were fully aware of his shoulder against yours, of his leg against your own on the train's sofa, and of his soft sighs as he kept on reading.

You really did try to keep reading for a long time, and you realised Orter hadn't flipped the page in a while now. Was he... waiting for you? You were about to apologise for taking so long when you felt his head against your shoulder.

He hadn't let go of the book, but he was now peacefully asleep, looking very relaxed against your shoulder.

His warm, soft breathing against your neck only made you more flustered, but it was somehow extremely soothing. You carefully removed his glasses and folded them on the table.

You slowly pushed the bookmark inbetween the pages and closed the book, sliding it on the table as he let his hand fall back to his lap.

Now, to see which of you would be more embarrassed when he would wake up...

After three or so hours, his eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted with an unusually blurry vision... where were his glasses?

As he was about to reach for them, he felt some kind of weight against him and, upon further inspection, it seemed to be your limp figure, sleeping with your head on top of his.

One movement too quickly made and your head fell from his, landing on his shoulder and visibly not disturbing your sleep enough for you to wake up. You only gave a quiet groan as you softly nuzzled him.

He gave a deep sigh as he looked at you and your messy hair, eyes closed and looking so peaceful...

He mindlessly brushed a few strands of hair away from your face, gently placing them behind your ear, his thumb lingering a little against your cheek as he chuckled quietly.

He rested his head on top of yours and closed his eyes again. The ride wasn't over yet, surely he could indulge in a bit more of this temporary peace, right..?

[m4lexxx67]

I did it, I'm done!!! I finished what is probably one the coolest projects I have ever done and it turned out SO COOL, I'm so excited!!! Everyone come look at it cause I made a fucking killjoys shirt collection!!!

Everyone of the Fab Four got their own type of shirt that I think fits them and they're all the same concept (logo on the back, name in the front, most of the design in their color plus some smaller detail in another color that's kind of in their pallet (taken from their ray guns), words associated with the character) but the font and placement of the writing changes and all that and I really love that they obviously belong together but still look so different!

Also fun fact it took fucking FOREVER to paint Ghoul cause it's sooo many lines and painting lines takes so much time cause you can't just carefully draw a sharp edge and then quickly fill in the rest (like for example Jet's logo) because basically everything is edge! And the design for Kobra's name? Such a pain in the ass, there's so many sketches that were all scrapped. Like in total it took me maybe one and a half to two hours to come up with all of the designs, except for Kobra's stupid fucking name, I kept going back to it for literal weeks!! But honestly so worth it, it turned out exactly as I wanted and just all in all feels very Kobra to me

(As for the different shades of blue/green on Jet's and Ghoul's shirts... The shirts have been done for a while and were lying around my room without being folded or anything, so that's just folds and light reflections, the colors are actually very even)

[tiathecreator]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ my love mine all mine. ( dick grayson ) !

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎.𖥔 ݁ ˖✎ᝰ synopsis — " nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine. " blk reader.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟwarnings — possibly ooc dick ( i never write characters how they actually are lol ),angst, possibly hurt/no comfort ( ? ), unrequited love ( sorry y'all), she's a doozy y'all, dramatic x 100000.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ tia speaks — i need to stop listening to mitski while i brainstorm new fic idea because i just keep writing song fics. but alas, here we are. i literally love this album and i lowkey might make a masterlist for my song fics because i write sooo many of them. i hope y'all like this because i am proclaiming song fics to be my brand. i also suggest listening to the song as you read the latter half of this. dedicated to @pinkhoodi cuz this OUR man.

"you'll be there, right?"

"are you kidding me? i wouldn't miss it for the world."

"where's dick?" your mother asked as you took a seat next to her at the dinner table. she was expecting the young man's presence, having gone as far to prepare one of his favorite side dishes and a little extra to take home. "i thought you said he was coming tonight?"

"more excited to see him than me, hm?" you joked, attempting to avoid your mother's question. she gave you a deadpanned stare, causing you to sigh dramatically before answering. "he told me that he couldn't make it a few hours ago, i just forgot to tell you."

"oh, honey..." your mom started, but you shook your head and offered her a reassuring smile.

"ma, it's not a big deal. i told him we could just celebrate another time," you lied, resting a hand on her shoulder as she gave you a sympathetic smile. your eldest brother sat across from you, having noticed dick's absence, but chose not to mention it. having heard the topic of conversation, he grabs your attention to congratulate you.

you were a small fashion designer, often dealing with making pieces for special events for the small city of bludhaven. you work out of a small shop that you rent with some of the money from your designs as well with the income from being a art teacher for the local elementary school. you took a leap of faith and sent a few of your designs to a big name corporations and they loved them, immediately offering you a position. this was your dream and everyone was excited for you.

and now, you're at the celebratory dinner your parents planned in your honor. the same dinner that dick was supposed to be at, pouring you a glass of merlot. he hadn't said a word. he hasn't answered your calls nor your texts. you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying to convince yourself that this was just a misunderstanding on his part, but you couldn't help but care about his absence.

but this was your night. so, you sucked it up and smiled for the pictures with your friends and family. you laughed at the jokes. you even gave a big teary speech with the power of brandy.

"did you drive tonight?" your second eldest brother asked, watching as you swayed a bit before turning to look at him.

"no. i figured i'd have a ride home given that this was my celebration and i knew i'd drink, but..." you shrugged. "i'll probably just get a taxi."

"get in," he opens the passenger door, gesturing for you to get it. "i'll give you a ride."

you stared at him for a few seconds before giving him a drunken smile. "awww big brother, you're too kind."

"yeah, yeah. just remember me when you're rich and famous with your own fashion line, okay?" he said as you got into the passenger seat, drunkenly settling in the seat before turning to him and giving him a cheery smile and a thumbs up. he huffed a laugh before closing his car door.

he rounds the car, gets in, and begins to drive. he glances over at you before sighing at the melancholic gaze in your eyes.

"so," he started, his tone gentle. you perked up at the sound of his voice, turning your head to look at him. "dick didn't show."

"yeah," you sighed out, turning away to look out the window. "he didn't come."

"why?" he asked the pressing question that you were sure many others wanted to ask at the dinner as they noticed the empty chair to your left.

"he just... didn't come."

"you two fighting or something? because i can't seem to think of another reason as to why he wouldn't—" your brother started but you cut him off.

"i don't really wanna talk about it," you rubbed eyes, effectively messing up your makeup for the night. you didn't want to talk about how your best friend wasn't there to celebrate your greatest achievement to date. that was a tomorrow ( read: next week ) problem. "he didn't come. that's it."

there was a pause before he sighed. "okay."

"okay," you repeated, slouching back in your seat before smiling to yourself. "drop me off at the bar by my apartment? i could use one more drink."

"i think you've had enough to drink for one night," he responded as the parking garage of your apartment building came in the view.

as he pulled toward the gate of the garage, you looked out the window, noticing a familiar figure sitting on the hood of a car in front of your apartment building. you let another tired sigh before looking ahead of you.

"yeah, you're probably right."

you woke up to someone pounding on your door, coupled with the pounding headache as a consequence from last night's drinking. you remove yourself from your bed, dragging your feet over to your door as the knocking continued.

"yeah, yeah, i heard you the first time," you groan as you open the door, keeping the chain lock secured as you did so. you rubbed your eyes as you asked "what?"

"y/n," you startled at the sound of his voice, immediately looking up and being met with the guilty gaze of dick grayson with a bouquet in his hand. hurt and anger filled you as you rush to close your door, unsuccessful as he shoved his foot in the crack of the door. "y/n, please. i'm sorry! just-just listen to me for a second."

"go fuck yourself, grayson," you said, leaning your full body weight on the door as you tried to get it to close despite his foot being in the way. "move your foot or i'm gonna fucking break it."

"just let me in so we can talk, y/n. okay? i just wanna talk," he begged as he tried to push the door open and away from his throbbing foot.

"i said, move. your. fucking. foot." you emphasized your words as you threw your body against your door, further crushing his foot. he removed his foot, allowing you to close your door. you leaned against it as the tears welled up in your eyes.

"y/n, please. just let me in. i know i fucked up, just let me in, so we can talk," he spoke through the door. you scoffed aloud, shaking your head at the desperation in his voice. you thought about leaving him there to talk to the door as you wallowed in self pity in your bed, but your hoping heart got in the way of your vengeful mind. you stood up and undid the chain lock before open the door and walking away, allowing him to let himself in.

"why?" was the first thing you said when he closed the door behind him.

"y/n, i know you're upset—" he started, but you shook your head.

"why didn't you come?" you asked again.

"i didn't mean to flake on you like that. okay, you know you mean the world to me. i just got so caught up yesterday, y'know? like with work and barbara, i just lost track of—"

"barbara? you missed the dinner because you were with barbara?" your voice cracked as you stared at him in disbelief.

barbara.

it was always barbara.

it was barbara when he didn't come out with you for your 21st birthday. it was barbara when he missed all 10 of your calls when you found out your apartment was broken into and you just needed a place to crash for the night. it was barbara when you got rejected from your dream fashion academy and dick was the one person you wanted to comfort you and tell you that you were still good enough.

it was barbara when you finally worked up the courage to tell dick that you had been in love with him since you first met and he tells you that he finally got barbara to agree to give him a chance.

and each time, you sucked it up and forgave him, whether he knew he hurt you or not.

"yeah, i had some time to kill before the dinner and she asked me to come see her. and i mean, she's my girlfriend, so of course i went. and then i realized that it had gotten pretty late and by the time i would've gotten to the dinner, it would've been over. i came by last night, waiting for you to come back. i got this big bouquette and a cake from that shop on 2nd—" he rambled, sitting the flowers down on the counter and pacing across the floor as he tried to redeem himself.

"you missed my dinner for barbara? the dinner that my family, who lives 3 hours away, planned to celebrate me achieving the one thing that i've wanted since i could write...for barbara? for a little alone time with your girlfriend? you mean i sat through two hours of my mom coddling me because the one person i wanted to celebrate with, who i wanted to support me, didn't show because you were with barbara?" you interjected, fighting tears and swallowing the lump in your throat. dick stopped his pacing to look at you, a huge sigh leaving his body as he scratched the back of his neck.

the two of you stood in silence as you stared at the nervous man in front of you. dick opened and closed his mouth, searching for something to say as he notice the quivering of your bottom lip and the dewy glaze of your eyes.

"yeah," he broke the silence. "i know i fucked up yesterday, but that's why i'm here now. i wanted to fix my fuck up. y'know, take you out for like breakfast or to the art museum a few towns over with the fashion exhibit i told you about. we can spend the whole day out celebrating."

"well, i don't want to celebrate today. the time to celebrate was yesterday at dinner which you missed so," you shrugged at him, turning around walk into your kitchen area, hoping to contain your emotions for a few more seconds.

"i know this is important to you, okay, and i'm sorry that i missed the dinner yesterday, but i think you're being a little unfair to me, right now. i mean, i know that we're best friends and we always want to be there for each other, but i also have a life of my own. you can't always have me, y/n," he said.

you can't always have me, y/n.

the words rang through your mind as your head fell forward and your shoulders began to shake as the dam broke. your tears fell rapidly as you silently cried, refusing to make a sound to save the little bit of dignity you had left.

maybe you were being unfair. it was just a dinner and he was trying to make it up to you now. he was a busy man and you knew that, so him clearing his schedule for you was a good sign that he was sorry. and beside, he was right. you couldn't have him.

but just a little part of you, a very naive part, hoped that you could one day matter more that barbara when it came to dick.

you sniffled and let out a weak laugh. "you know what, you're right. i can't expect to have you all the time."

"y/n, you know i didn't mean it like that," he tried, approaching you to pull you into a hug as your tears still fell. you pulled away from him as you moved to lean on the sink. you crossed your arms before letting out another watery laugh and looking at the man.

"i think you should go home," you give him your best smile. it was strained and shaky, but it was all you could muster up.

"y/n, what about the museum—" he tried again. you shook your head for the umpteenth time.

"i'm not up for it today. you can make it up to me some other time but i really can't look at your face right now," you walked to your front door and held it open, waiting for him to walk out.

"no. i'm leaving you here to cry because i missed your dinner," he looked at you, frustrated that you suggested that he left you alone in the state that you were in.

"it's not about the dinner, dick," you exasperated. "i just think you should go. i'll give you a call when i'm free, okay?"

"y/n..." he started, not moving from his spot.

"dick, please leave," you finalized, gesturing to the door as you held it open. he began to walk to the door, dropping his head in shame. "take the flowers, too."

"the fl—you love daisies."

"barbara loves daisies. i like lillies. i appreciate the thought, but i think you should take them, too," you told him. he looked at the bouquet on counter before retreiving it and making his way out the door. he was silent as he left out of your apartment. he stopped in front of you for a few seconds, opening and closing his mouth a few time before leaving. you closed the door lightly behind him and slid down the door, resting your back against it as you allowed yourself to cry once more.

nothing is the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine.

nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine.

© tiathecreator 2023. all rights reserved.

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at home:

So, husband had surgery on his hand today (related to the stroke he had on January Friday the 13th…can we all agree that while tragic and devastating and painful, this is also peak comedy and it’s really hard to keep a straight face with Serious Medical Professionals who are trying to give Important Medical Care Information)

Notable hilarity:

The nurses and doctors all have badges to get them through certain corridors. Once you are inside the hospital, they badge you through to certain areas. As part of their job, as part of the medical process, etc. They are focused on the patient, so if you just happen to be memorizing all the turns, they aren’t going to notice.

They also don’t get paid enough to stop you when you barge in randomly.

My husband’s surgery took two hours but they held him until the anesthesia wore off so my reasons for barging in were “he just got out of surgery and he needs his phone” (the phone did not get left with him, he was way too groggy for that) “I went home and brought the dog back with me, this is Zelda” (huge success, one nurse said it was a “great Halloween surprise”)

Got asked by a random woman how I made it past the doors, as she was in the same predicament (husband in the recovery ward) and I was like “just flag down someone who doesn’t get paid enough to care” and since I was currently holding the door open for her to “illegally” access her husband, she just did that whole face scrunch shrug thing of “I don’t want to or dislike breaking rules/medical advice, but I’m on a Husband Caregiver Mission, sooo…through the door it is.”

My husbands very drugged and groggy reaction to Zelda being there. Lots of “Oh, this is my baby. Have you met my baby? Hi baby!” He introduced the same nurse to the same dog 2.5 times. I stopped the third one halfway through because she was unhooking him from the machines and it was time for him to put his Real People Clothes back on.

Have you ever dressed your spouse while they are very very drugged and you are sober? Drunk counts.

Like, he knew it was me doing the dressing, but the conversation you have to have leading up to putting on a shirt…my siblings are so drastically younger than me that I Know How To Dress Another Person Efficiently…but having to explain to a drugged spouse that shirts go on first, sitting down, then ALSO SITTING DOWN underwear and pants get put on one leg at a time, and we pull them up together.

I think “don’t forget the fly, pull the fly up, I don’t wanna flash the nurses” has got to be my second favorite drugged up spouse line. He had full underwear, there was no risk of flashing.

My absolute favorite drugged up spouse line is when I barged into the recovery unit the first time (so no dog) and the nurse was like, “he’s still pretty out of it, it’s probably going to be another hour,”

And I’m not the best wife, okay, so in front of my drugged up husband who absolutely HATES having his blackheads or pimples popped, I say out loud “so, basically he can’t run away or fight me at all right now if I go after the blackheads on his face?”

And my husband swings his good arm at me vaguely and with zero force and says “NNgh! Fight. Nnnnnno.” And then sort of collapses and gives the nurse his giant puppy eyes and says “Don’ ledder. Plesss.”

And me and the nurse both look each other in the face and recognize that I’m really just testing how out of it he is and agreeing with her.

Also I started a frozen lasagna when I went back to get the dog…my recommendation going forward is that you should add at least a half hour onto your time if you want fresh food waiting for whatever patient you’re helping. Also it’s hard to juggle sides, so having lasagna and Texas toast with cheese shreds is…not ideal.

[ariiluvsyou]

omg.. I WAS JUST SCROLLING THROUGH MY TUMBLR PAGE AND FOUND YOUR PAGE..!! I absolutely am inlove with your **amazing** pieces.. especially the shinsou one-- oh and i heard you make stories abt genshin mens sooo~~ i would like to request a diluc x f!reader please!! i pref fluffs, im fine with nsfw one! <3 💅��� take your time no need to rush hun 🙌🏽

Authors Note: AWW THANK YOUUU <33 Diluc is honestly one of my favs, neck and neck with Itto BUT I LOVE HIM SM SO YOU CHOSE WELL!! Also thanks for being my first genshin request! I’m excited to add a new category to my masterlist :) I made this extra fluffy w lots of care, enjoy!! ♡ (⇀ 3 ↼)

|♡| T.L.C |♡|

Diluc Ragnvindr x F!Reader

Description: Diluc has a problem with allowing himself to relax, but thankfully due to careful planning you managed to clear his schedule for a full day of tender love and care. 

Rating: Fluff

Disclaimer: Domestic Relationship, New/Established Relationship, Talk About Physical Looks

Word Count: 1,623

Links:  Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List

You were the person Diluc trusted most in his life, however, he still had problems with being vulnerable. At times your boyfriend was distant and awkward in the relationship, unsure sure of how to initiate a conversation or physical touch with this unfamiliar chapter of his life. This paired with his need to provide for you made it especially hard for him to open up about his own needs.

Diluc's number one priority was to make you feel comfortable, making sure the maids that served you were top their, that you were healthy at all times, and that everything your heart desired was met.

But you couldn't help but feel he was a hypocrite when he comes home at an ungodly hour with his hair matted, muscles aching, and wobbly legs indicating he was about to pass out. Many times have you seen him falling asleep on his desk barely keeping his eyes open while he rambles about a weeks worth of tasks he must complete in one day. It honestly breaks your heart, so while Diluc took a well-needed nap you had managed to evenly distribute his tasks between the other servants and Kaeya to allow your boyfriend to finally have a day off.

The moment Diluc woke up from his nap he let out a loud groan, rubbing the crust from his eyes as he realized he probably was drooling in his sleep. You let out an airy laugh from your position in the corner of the room watching as he grumbled out something along the lines of "good morning" though it was late into the afternoon.

Suddenly as if realizing something was wrong he turned in the bed, his large hand slapping on the bedside table. "Love? Where's my alarm?"

His voice became panicked as he rolled out of bed, his legs still tangled in the comforter causing him to come slamming into the hardwood floor. You stood up quickly rushing to help him to his feet not missing the way he swayed with exhaustion. Seems even after a full ten hours of sleep it wasn't enough to catch him up.

"'Luc, hey relax. It's fine-"

You attempt to console him but his half-asleep craze had a clear goal to find a clock. He nodded his head mindlessly at your words before attempting to walk out the bedroom door despite the blanket still pooling at his ankles. He tripped on more but with your firm grip on his bicep, you helped him walk into the living room.

"It's two?! How could I have slept so late, where is my clock? I know I set it for six a.m., I specifically told the maids to wake me up if I'm not at breakfast by seven! Where Adelinde?" Diluc yells the head housemaid's name and you can't help but smiles at him.

Diluc looked unbelievably cute, his hair all messy with a slight curl at the end since it's out of its usual ponytail, his angry face and his twitching eyebrow, his silk white pajamas he swears are the most comfortable thing he owns. Everything about him had your heart hammering.

"I told Adelinde and some of the maids to take the day off, the others are completing tasks." You explain gently, grabbing his hand and bringing him to the large couch. Diluc had a confused look across his face as he watched you prepare the fireplace in front of him.

"Why on Earth would you do that? Did you steal my alarm clock too?" Your boyfriend crossed his arms, a scolding on the tip of his tongue as he would to a child. You rolled your eyes, lighting the wood you had set up to be engulfed in the warmth of the flame.

"Because, my love," he blushed at the nickname, while it was common for him to call you terms of indearment you usually just called him 'Luc, "you deserve a day off. I don't even want you to worry about work, it's all gonna be taken care of."

You made your way towards his lap, watching as his deep crimson eyes stared into yours challengingly. "And how are you gonna manage that, hm?" His body was stiff under yours, still a bit uncomfortable with the physical contact you two were making but you gently grabbed his arms to wrap around your waist, letting him know it was okay.

"Magic," you said vaguely, laughing at the annoyed groan he let out. "But how will I know your 'magic' does it right? What about my...nightly duties?"

"I got it all under control, today we are gonna do absolutely nothing and I promise there will be no mess for you to clean up tomorrow. Don't you trust me?" You knew the answer from how he leaned back into the couch, his fingers gently flexing around your waist to pull you closer.

His eyelids closed as he took in the warm feeling you always caused him, he couldn't understand how he got so lucky. You were always so sweet with him, never holding his flaky schedule and empty promises for dates against him. You knew his job was important to him and that he would always make it up to you and yet he still felt guilty about it. He supposed now was a good opportunity to make up for all that time lost when his desk called his name.

As he snapped out of his trance to notice the items on the table he shook his head. "So now that you got me trapped your gonna torture me?"

The contents on the table were some of your products, a strawberry face mask, so eye bag gel, a lip scrub, and even a special detangling brush you bought for your boyfriend's lushes red locks. "See, this is why we belong together, you read my mind!"

|♡|—–|♡|  

Diluc was beginning to regret his life choices.

He sat on the floor, his back against the couch while his arms and legs were surrounded by pillows, with a sticky pink gel on his face and two poorly cut cucumber slices over his eyes.

"Are the cucumbers truly necessary?" He grumbles, handing you his other hand as you clean the dirt from under his nails and add clear polish to rejuvenate his hands.

"Yes 'Luc, we gotta get rid of those horrendous eyebags," you comment through a teasing smile despite his vision being obscured by the green vegetable. "They aren't that bad," your boyfriend attempted to defend despite knowing the lack of rest took a huge toll on his body.

You hummed, finishing up painting his pinkie with clear polish since he refused any color, deeming he wouldn't want to stoop to Kaeya's level with his signature black nails.  As you blew on his hand to help the product dry you used your other hand to reach for the brush.

"I'm going to take care of your hair now, I think the stuff I put earlier should have settled." This was the part he'd been waiting for, you had an obsession with Diluc's hair and he loved to indulge you in it. His stomach always did flips whenever your fingers brush his scalp.  

You moved to sit on the couch behind his head, plucking off the cucumbers from his face and throwing it in a bowl before throwing your thighs over his shoulders and grouping his red hair in your hands. "Your hair is getting longer, I think it's a little longer than your butt now," the brush combed through his soft hair, admiring the blend of warm colors to create your boyfriend's signature blazing hair color. "But your gonna have to get a trim soon, your ends are split."

"I was thinking about cutting a couple of inches off, it's becoming a bit of a hassle." Diluc had to bite back a whine when you began to massage his head, grateful he always encouraged you to pamper yourself when he felt the pointy manicured ends of your nails scratch his scalp.

"Don't you dare! I love your hair, when your too tired to do it let me know and I'll do it for you," your genuineness was evident with how tender you were when brushing out the knots, carefully smoothing along the detangled areas. He swears he couldn't be more relaxed by your touch.

For a long moment, there was a comfortable silence, the crackling sound of the fire lulling Diluc to sleep once more much to his annoyance. He wanted to be awake, to keep feeling the love you practically drowned him in. But now he was regretting his late-night antics as the Darknight Hero.

"Don't sleep yet, we gotta wash off your face mask," you reached to grab a washcloth that had been soaking in a bowl of warm water using it to gently wipe the mask from his face. "Oh my gosh look! You got an eyelash on your face, hold on I'll blow it," your gentle breath cooled his warm skin, and after a moment of blowing you placed a kiss on his cheek.

"You made your wish right?" You question, running your fingers through his hair once more. Diluc nodded, avoiding eye contact as he could feel his face turn as red as his hair.

"Beleive it or not I'm still tired," he groaned, standing up from his spot as he complains about his ass being sore from sitting on the floor. "Then let's go to sleep, hope you enjoyed your pampering," you teased, grabbing onto his hair and swinging it around. It was then he realized you embarrassingly braided his hair into two pigtails.

"Y/N, I look like a little girl!"

"Aww, don't be like that it's cute on you!" |♡|—–|♡|   BONUS: “My love...why are their people talking about the Darknight Hero having a new sidekick? I swear to the archons is Kaeya shows up here trying to discuss some stupid superhero names with me I will--”

Authors Note: THIS IS WAS SOOOO FUN!! Lea told me later on to include something about his hair (WHICH I ADORE) so i made it the main point!!  Also trying to test out if people would really like to see more fluff? Lemme know!! :)) Check out my updates to my pinned post, I’m experimenting with #’s but I dont know how to make it work with stuff I already posted  (╥_╥) If anyone can help me out I’d love that!

OH ALSO!! If anyone here joins the taglist (linked below) please message me if you update your tag! I will happily accommodate! 

Comments, asks, and interactions are my fav!! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ Hope you enjoyed <33 Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 

Tag List: @katscki, @libidinous-weeb, @1-800-mocha, @leassf 

[seiwas]

hi sel!! #3, 23, & 24 for the end of year fanfic asks please!!

noos!! aaah thank you for sending 🥺

send me any number from this fanfic writer ask game!

#3 favorite line/scene you wrote this year

omg a favourite line is impossible bc i sadly forget what i write the moment i hit post 🥲 but i will say!! one of my fave scenes to write was the car scene from this megumi fic 🥺 mostly because it's personal to me!!

And you think, with your music playing over the comfortable silence you’ve built, being in his passenger seat one too many times—this feels nice.  Any other day and you’d hate traffic as much as the next person, but not right now.  Megumi’s eyelashes are long, pretty, stretching on for miles—and you wonder if this drive with him can extend to the length of them, if you can stay in this traffic jam a little longer just to be in this moment with him.  “Sorry, are you cold?” Megumi asks, interrupting your stare.

i always try to include 1-2 lines that feel ~satisfying bc i think my sentence constructions are really simple!! so to add some kind of dynamic to it i guess!!

#23 fics you wanted to write but didn’t

omg my wip list grows by the day noos 🥺 i wanted to write my ex!bakugo fic this year but am so intimidated by him that i struggle to start even tho i have everything in place alr 😭

there's also an escort!reader x nanami idea that i have but will probably never write 🥹 it's a skill gap on my end i think sfbsdhfsj idt i'm a good enough writer to give justice to that kind of concept!!

also wanted to write more for my iwa series this yr but figured i'd wait till next year when the hq hype comes back!!! (am gonna re-edit everything!! might reformat it too)

#24 favorite fic some unforgettable fics you read this year

noos... you opened a dam with this question... how can i possibly just choose one... are you kidding me... i can't choose one... so i'm putting everything under the cut... gonna give myself 5 per fandom 😭 (you can tell im very partial to friends to lovers 😭😭😭)

also!! there are a lot of fics in my tbr that i haven't gotten to yet!! and everything i reblog is pretty much a fic i recommend 🥹

hq!!

over the course of 24 hours by prettyiwa (iwaizumi hajime x reader) [10k. friends to lovers.] my favourite iwaizumi fic ever 🥹 i reread it once a year hence why it's here

an observer of longing by shibaraki (iwaizumi hajime x reader) [18k. friends to lovers.] took me like 4 hours to read this bc i wanted to savour it. and was lying down in bed, staring up at the ceiling crying when i was done 🥺

miya atsumu and the chronic lovesick disease by fushisagi (miya atsumu x reader) [12k. friends to lovers.] the thematic consistency in this is so good & i still think abt this to this day!!

long shots by ahtsumu (miya osamu x reader) [5k. TA!atsumu.] solidified me reading for osamu—he's soooo attractive here.

seasons by mintmatcha (hanamaki takahiro x reader) [6k. friends to lovers.] fully roped me in being a makki fucker 😭

jjk

half agony, half hope by seravphs (gojo satoru x reader) [ongoing series. knight!gojo.] superb. that's really all i can say about this. the want and tension is gripping.

wormwood by linkcities (gojo satoru x reader) [25k. friends to lovers.] heartwrenching and achey. so so good. 🥲

oh my destiny, how far you have sprung now by twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat (gojo satoru gen fic) [5k. canon divergence.] such an interesting look into something i don't normally see written on gojo. written beautifully too!

(though we may) fall apart by stellamancer (gojo satoru x reader) [4k. canon compliant ish.] amazing buildup & the tension is insane too. 🤧

keeping up with the fushigojos by augustinewrites (gojo satoru x reader)

[ongoing series. found family.] sooo cute and feel-good. their lil family lives in my mind rent free!! 🥹

bnha

i like to call myself wound but i will answer to knife by kirketeer (bakugo katsuki x reader) [59k. enemies to friends to lovers.] i reread this once a year oh my god it's one of my fave fics ever.

you had only to look at me by willowser (bakugo katsuki x reader) [7k. friends to lovers.] reread this recently and was tearing up by the end omg.

all the times i told you by gardenofnoah (bakugo katsuki x reader) [8k. established relationship.] the most teeeendeeer bakugo i've ever seen and i tear up every time i read this.

love to love you by shibaraki (midoriya izuku x reader) [2k. established relationship.] another one that's super soft. such a raw tenderness to this 🥺

nitroglycerine by alrightberries (bakugo katsuki x reader) [1k. fwb to idiots to lovers.] the dialogue here is amazing and there's so much in the unsaid i am gnawing my fist.

[nogenderbee]

✉ -ˏˋ ℍ𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕧𝕠𝕕𝕜𝕒! ˊˎ

Happy birthday @vodka-glrl ! Woah I swear it's second special for you yayy!! This time Ga ming ^^ Hopefully he was the right choice <3

But fiiiirst... Happy Birthday vodka!! You're really brave person and I know you're trying very hard every day and you're amazing for at least that <3 So hopefully this fic will be like a little sweet in this special day! I really hope you'll like it!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Birthday letter

❝Well hello vodka!

If you're reading this, that means the letter I dropped at your house wasn't so hard to find after all! And trust me, I definitely was worried about that you'll miss it...

But back to our subject... happy birthday to THE one and only, most perfect girl on this world!! You! Life was hard recently so why don't we shut everyone and just relax? I cleared my schedule for today, got some dim sum to go and even found a spot with unforgettable views~ So? What do you say? Wanna spend this year's birthday with me?

If sooo, just come to Qiaoying Village! I'll be probably hanging around there... just find comfortable spot and I'll find you!

- Ga ming ♡❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Birthday party

↳ ❝ Lively party ❞

You still had a bit less than half an hour time before guests start coming to your party. Yet a familiar brown eyed boy showed in your doorframe early.

"Hey, hey! Isn't that the birthday girl~?"

Ga ming greeted you quite loudly and immidietly handed you his birthday gift meant for you.

"Wow, thanks! You didn't and to come this early tho, y'know?"

"Well maybe. But I wanted to make sure my gift is the first you open! And help you with setting everything up? Need me to drop by store and get some snacks?"

"No, no... I got everything. Just decorating and setting up the tables..."

"Let me help then! It'll be faster if we both take care of it!"

You knew Ga ming for long enough to know there's no use in arguing about it, since he'll achieve his goals anyway. He can be easy to talk with but not when there's helping his lover on the line! He could never leave you with a task like THAT!

"And after we're done, we can finally sit and relax together before the party of the year!"

↳ ❝ Calm party ❞

This birthday just didn't felt like it was meant to be a lively one... yet you still wanted to celebrate! And who could be better company than your own boyfriend?

Ga ming immidietly agreed on the idea of not telling anyone about today special evening, as it was meant for just you two alone and of course he wanted this day to be special for you as much as possible! He even brough your favorite cake with a little gift~

"So! When are you gonna open it?"

He leaned on the counter as you cut the cake, seemingly too excited to see your reaction to just sit down and stop jumping around like a toddler who ate too much sugar.

"Give me just one second and I will..."

"Oh c'mon! I can cut the cake for you! I know you're curious~"

He was already waiting for you to handle him the knife and when you did, you could see his smile spread. You finally opened the box from him where you found fluffy teddybear, few sweets and... another small box! In which you found ruby necklace~

"Aaand~?"

When you looked up, you noticed how excited he was and that the knife was laying on counter, cake completely untouched. Even tho, you couldn't bring yourself to scold him, especially when he already got you this much.

"It's perfect!! I love it!"

"Seriously?! Ah, I'm so glad! You don't know how worried I was...!"

He quickly hugged you tightly, happy that his idea turned out this nicely. But soon he took a step back to look at you, his smile only spreading adoringly with every passing second.

"C'mon, put it on! Or do you want me to help you? I guess it might be easier if someone put's the necklace on for you..."

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No tags because it's meant for just vodka alone!

[serotonincemetery]

Platonic!SBI + Reader

Sooo I had an idea, so this is kinda like an avian au where everyone is a birb like Phil. This will also be like a GN reader and can really be any because its They/Them! most of the next oneshots will either be Male or Non Binary, I don't really feel comfortable writing female readers that much anymore.

Techno: 17

You and Wilbur: 16

Tommy: 11

TW// Blood, mutilation, knives, needles, mention of vomiting, angst.

Anyways, this is fluffy in the beginning, then angsty, and maybe fluffy at the end, I haven't decided yet. Enjoy being apart of SBI!!

Edit: Its fluffy at the end!

//

You hadn't been the best at flying, being Wilbur's twin, Tommy's older sibling, and Techno's younger sibling, you had a lot of responsibility, you were really the only one with rational thinking unlike the rest of your brothers. But due to the fact that you had to look after them most of the time, it didn't give you time to yourself.

Plus with Tommy as the youngest, Philza gave him all the attention he wanted and needed. You as one of the middle's with not much about you unlike your brothers, (and being the only sibling with almost complete independence) Phil didn't really think you needed his attention all the time.

Which in this case, his attention was needed, because you couldn't fly, but besides from you preferring to stay on the ground, you'd never learnt how to fly and properly use your wings.

"Phiiilllll" You drawled out as you stumbled down the stairs and landed on the floor and shuffled into the kitchen to see Phil cooking breakfast.

"What's up, [Y/N]?" He asked as he turned to you while setting the spatula down.

"When are we going into town?" You ask.

"Probably at noon? Why?" He quizzed you.

"I just wanna go out, I feel confined and I wanna go buy you, Wil, Techno, and Tommy something." You said with a grin.

"Alright, how about you go wake the boys up, and we will have breakfast, get ready, and then we will go out earlier?" He compromised.

"Bet!" You said with a large grin, you turned heel and bolted up the stairs and into Tommy's room. "Get up, Tiny!" You said as you quickly grabbed the pillow from under his head and hit him with it.

It gave you a lot of satisfaction when you saw him trying to avoid the hits with the pillow. You threw the pillow at him and ran back to yours and your twin's room. You glanced at Wilbur and yanked the blanket off him and started singing some of the sheet music you of his you had read off-key.

"You need to lower your voice a bit to get the right pitch." He mumbled.

"You need to get up! If we eat breakfast really fast we get to go into town!" You said while grabbing his leg and pulling Wil out of bed.

You drop his leg and run out of the room and went to Techno's room and gently knocked and opened the door slowly. He was already awake and sitting at his desk running his hand through his hair. He seemed to notice your presence because he leaned back in his chair and looked at you. "Mornin'" He drawled.

"Morning Techno!" You said happily. "Come downstairs for breakfast when you're ready because we are gonna be going into town!"

" 'lright" Techno said as he turned back to his desk and took out a new piece of parchment and scribbled down a few words. "I'll be down in a few, lemme finish this letter and I'll see ya down there." Techno said quietly.

It gave you an off feeling but you thought you were being paranoid. You then smiled. "Alright, see you soon!" And with that you went back downstairs to see Wilbur and Tommy complaining about something along the lines of bananas.

You shuffled over to your regular seat at the table and sat down. A few moments later Phil came over with plates of food and set them down, Techno followed soon after from down the stairs.

The next half hour was filled with chatter amongst the five of you about the day ahead and plans for the weekend. Phil was gonna be going out for a day or so, Wil was heading into town to preform his music, Tommy was gonna go hang out with a few of his friends, Jack, Niki, Tubbo and some kid he calls Quackity, but his name's Alex. And finally, you and Techno were planning to do some exploring in the woods past the town.

After breakfast was over with everyone got dressed properly. And was getting ready to head into town. You had gotten dressed in [Outfit if your choice, if you wanna, comment! I wanna see what you peeps come up with!] and grabbed your pouch of gold and your bag. You put the pouch in the bag and slung it over your shoulder.

You walked downstairs and pulled your [Shoes/boots, etc.] on and stood outside and waited. As you waited, Wilbur and Techno came out to wait as well. "Tommy's being stubborn." Wil laughed." He wants to wear his cloak and paper crown to match Techno."

"Rightfully so. I'm awesome, if I do say so myself." Techno said with a chuckle.

When Tommy and Phil came out finally, Tommy was wearing one of his green t-shirts and paper crown. You smiled and watched as Tommy waddled out of the house, with Phil following behind him.

You smiled and ran over to your horse. You quickly fastened the saddle on him and placed your foot in the stirrup and pulled yourself up. "Come on buddy, lets go." You say as you gently put your heel in his side.

You watched as your brothers and father unfolded their wings and you watched as they flapped them enough until they were off the ground. You watched as Phil helped Tommy into the air, you remembered Phil was teaching you to fly. He stopped after Tommy came into the picture, he became solely focused on Tommy and you were pushed to the back of the photo.

You frowned as you rode your horse on the trail through the woods to the village.

When you all had gotten there and landed, you separated from the group to go and buy a few things. You went over to a crystal kiosk that was in the middle of the town with a bunch of other stalls. You found a small box of amethysts and picked out a few. They represented your family, the biggest for Phil, as he is the oldest and your father, the second largest for Techno, you had found two that looked almost identical, so those were for you and Wilbur, and a smaller one for Tommy, as he is the youngest.

You brought them to the man who ran the stall. He had a huge handlebar moustache and wore a cowboy hat. "Hi, how are you?" He asked politely.

"I'm doing alright, thanks. How about you?" You asked.

"I'm doing okay, did you find everything you were looking for?" He asked with a smile.

"Yeah I did! I am buying five amethysts." You said as you placed them down in front of him. "I'm buying them for my dad and brothers." You smiled.

"Ain't that just sweet." He awed. "Well, since you are so well-mannered, I'll cut a few gold off." He smiled. "That will be 7 gold." He said as you pulled out your gold pouch. You reached in and grasped 7 gold coins and placed them on the counter. The man smiled and grabbed them and placed them in a box under the counter. "If you ever need anything I live down the pathway, take your first left and 4 cottages down." He said kindly.

"Thank you! And I'll remember that." You said as you grabbed the five crystals. "Have a good day sir!" You said as you turned around, ruffled your nearly useless wings and waved.

"You as well, see ya later birdy." He chuckled and looked away cheerfully.

You walked away and rejoined with the rest of your family, feeling eyes on you. You stopped for a moment to look around. You frowned and turned back to your family and walked with them.

Everyone had gone home, they flew while you rode your horse, but you still felt eyes on you, it was a feeling you couldn't shake. You made it home, after everyone was in the house. You tied your horse up outside and walked outside the house. You sat down facing towards the house as the sun was going down and enjoyed the brisk breeze.

As the wind was blowing in your ears you failed to hear the two set of footsteps behind you, creeping up closer and before you could react, someone put your in a headlock and covered your mouth with a rag while another man held a syringe and quickly jabbed it into your arm and pushed whatever was in the needle into your arm.

You felt your mind go hazy as your body went limp and you felt exhausted. You felt every poke and prod at your wings and when it came time for them brandish a knife, you couldn't move nor speak. You tried to move your muscles, anything. You struggles were in vain as you had barely muttered your father's name and the two men laughed.

They dragged your body further from the house, just into the tree line and in the bushed where unknowing to you, is where you would spend the next 6 hours.

You felt the cold metal against your wings and felt the sharp pain that followed as they began to basically saw your right wing off after they had pushed you to the ground and kept a knee on the base of your neck.

Every jagged cut on each wing, you could feel it. Every turn of the knife, every movement. You could feel it all but all you could do is lie there muttering your dad's name and cry.

You didn't understand how they couldn't hear anything going on. Or any of them wondering where you went. Did they care at all? You cried harder as your eyes stung from the tears that welled up at the corners of your eyes.

As you had just went to try and move again, there was a soft thud. "One down. One to go."

You felt as the knife and calloused hands gripped your other wing and started cutting. Feeling the tendons split as your back started to ache even more, the blood running down your ribs and down the small of your back and pooling there.

You whined Wil's name before crashing and your head became too much and your vision was enclosed in darkness.

You woke up, feeling someone or something warm. They were carrying you with one arm under your legs and one around your back. It seemed to be placed very strategically so it wasn't even anywhere near your wings.

You tried to speak but it came out as a cough. You opened your tired eyes and looked at who it was, and it was the man with the handlebar moustache from before. "I'm bringin' you home, don't worry." He sighed.

You barely nodded and slumped down, watching as this man was still walking out of the woods? Did those men drag you further into the trees than before?

You watched hazily as your family's house came into view. You saw your horse and Tommy's little family of raccoons scuttling away as the man with the moustache carried you up the stairs and kicked the door to try and get their attention.

You quickly heard footsteps run to the door and heard the lock click as the door was swung open. You saw Tommy's face contort into something horrified. "[Y/N]!" He exclaimed as he went to hug you. You gasped as his arm ran across what was your wings, which is now two bloody stumps. You jolted away and let out a cry of pain.

"Where's your father?" Moustache man asked.

"Who are you?!" Tommy shouted, trying to seem confident and intimidating.

"I'm Cormac, I was talking with [Y/N] yesterday at the market and I found them while I was walking to my daughter's house." Cormac explained. "Now where is your father?" He asked hurriedly.

"Dad, Techno, and Wil went searching for [Y/N] hours ago." Tommy sniffed.

"Go find them, I'll get [Y/N] inside and get them to lay down." Cormac muttered as he passed Tommy. "Go." He ordered and Tommy quickly ran and took flight to go search and bring back his father and brothers.

Cormac quickly shuffled over to the couch and placed you down on your stomach and rushed to the bathroom to search for a medical kit. He soon found one and made it back to you and saw you crying while clutching a pillow between your arms with your feet tucked up closer to you.

"It hurts." You cried.

"I know, I know, but we'll get you fixed up, and you'll be fine." His voice wavered. "Okay birdy? You'll be okay."

"W-Wheres dad?" You asked, fresh tears falling from your eyes.

"I don't know but he'll be here soon-" Cormac paused at the front door, which had swung open quickly and emeged from the outside was Tommy pulling on Phil's sleeve with tears running down his face while Techno and Wilbur followed behind quickly.

When Techno saw the stranger in his house he quickly drew a sword. "Stop!" Tommy shouted as he gripped Techno's arm. "He brought them here! He saved them!"

Phil rushed over to you and looked at the two bloody stumps where your wings once were. "Dad," you cried. "Will they grow back?" You sniffed.

"I'm sorry kiddo. I don't think so." He muttered. You muffled a cry as you buried your head in the pillow. "We'll bring you upstairs where you can lay out more and we'll have more space." He said shakily as he picked you up and brought you upstairs. You watched as Tommy clung to Techno and Wilbur had an empty look that was fixated on you.

Wilbur followed quickly into your room and they set you down. Cormac was talking to Phil and soon enough, Phil dismissed him. Cormac walked past Wilbur and stopped beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "The best you can do is be there for them." He said before patting his shoulder and walked out.

"Wil.." You muttered while glancing at him. His vision snapped over to you. You weakly patted the bed beside you as Phil was running in and out of the room to make a potion and get the wound cleaned up.

Wilbur walked over to you and sat down, you weakly pulled him down and laid your head on his arm and cried softly. "I'm sorry." Wilbur muttered.

"Shut up." You said softly. "Not your fault"

"I didn't pay attention to you and even when you didn't come into the house. I should've payed attention." Wilbur explained.

"I'll be fine. Be quiet and relax." You mumbled as you drifted off in pain.

Within the next few weeks you had barely left your room, due to the fact that you had no balance anymore without your wings, and the back pain you felt constantly didn't let you go that far. Tommy and Wilbur were at your side at all times. One night in particular Wil and Tommy fell asleep in your and Wil's shared room. Phil had came in to check in on all of you.

"Hey [Y/N].." He sighed. "How are you doing?"

"Alright I guess. It still hurts." You frown.

"You'll feel better soon." Phil said softly.

"It's not just that, dadza.. It's also in here." You sighed as you gently knocked on the side of your head.

"How so?" He asked.

"Why did you forget about me when Tommy was born?" You asked.

"What?" He asked.

"When Tommy was born, you were teaching me to fly because most of my primary feathers had grown out. But when he was born, you stopped and basically forgot about me." You looked down and fumbled with your hands

Phil seemed speechless. He hadn't realized it at all. He had neglected you completely. "I-" Phil didn't know how to respond.

"Was I really that hard to teach that you drop me the moment someone else comes into the picture?" You asked while looking up at him.

"No. No not at all!" He reassured. "I won't deny the fact that I forgot about you. I'm sorry." Phil mumbled. "I am so sorry. I honestly didn't realize it at first and thought that the reason you didn't fly was because you didn't like to or you didn't want to be defined by your wings." Phil looked down and sighed.

You spoke up. "You always treated the others more like family than you do me, dad. You talk with them just fine but when you talk to me, you seem to be stepping on eggshells and trying not to say something." You pause. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" You ask

Phil shook his head. "I've told you everything."

"Well. I think then, once I'm healed up, Phil, I'm gonna move out. I have a few friends that I can live with." You sigh, letting your tears build up. "I'm sorry."

A few weeks later after you had the strength to move, you started packing your things. Everyone was trying to convince you not to leave. But you had your mind set on other things.

Soon enough you had all your clothes packed, and a few trinkets. You found a small box, made of wood, the hinges were rusted. You flipped the lock open and pushed the top off. Inside were the crystals you had bought over a month ago. You smiled softly, you closed the box and held the box in your hands as you took the last trunk with your things in it outside to the cart fastened to your horse.

You placed the trunk on the last free space on the bottom of the cart and fastened it into place. Everyone came outside and stood there.

"I'm gonna miss you [Y/N]" Tommy said as he ran towards you and hugged you. You quickly returned the hug.

"I'll miss you too Toms, but I need a change of scenery." You said softly and pulled away. You crouched down to his height and opened the box. You pulled out the smallest crystal and handed it to him with a smile.

Tommy's face lit up and grabbed the crystal.

"What did you buy for us?" Techno asked.

"I bought a bundle of amethysts I had bought when we went into the village over a month ago, before.." You paused. "Anyways, I bought these from Cormac." You said as you fished out each crystal as you stood and patted Tommy's back and walked towards your brothers and father.

You placed the biggest crystal in Phil's hands. And gave him a hug. "I forgive you." You muttered. Phil quickly wrapped his arms around you. You felt his tears seep onto your shirt. "Here, Wil, Techno, the smaller one of the two is Wil's because I have one thats almost the exact same. And the bigger one is yours Techno because your our big brother." You smiled as you reached your hand out to hand them the crystals.

They take them and join the hug. So does Tommy. "Gonna miss you, nerd." Techno chuckled.

"Me too." Wil mutters.

"I'll miss all of you guys." You said. "But I'll come visit, after all, Wil? I think you know my new room mate." You say as you pull away from everyone.

"Who is it?" Phil asks.

You get on your horse and smile, while putting the box in a satchel. "Do you remember Niki?"

[talkfantasytome]

Illusionist

Nesta needs to cover for Feyre as Cassian's assistant while she's on her honeymoon.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,351 | Nessian Masterlist | Read on AO3

a/n: There's really not much to this, but I had this idea for how to interpret magic day I knew I wanted to use for @nessianweek. And then realized I know nothing about any of this, sooo....this it what ended up happening. XD

"How on earth did I let you talk me into this?!"

"Because you love me and want me to have a nice honeymoon."

Feyre's voice was soft and sweet on the other end of the line. The 'little sister' voice she would put on whenever she was asking for a favor.

"But I also wouldn't mind Rhys having a crappy one…"

"Nesta!"

"Kidding!" Nesta lied. Well, half-lied. She did want Feyre to have a good honeymoon. And she doubted Rhys would be able to have a bad one while Feyre enjoyed herself….unless Feyre finally found a trade-up. But that was wishful thinking. "Just remember that you owe me. Big."

"It's not going to be that bad, Nesta," Feyre sighed.

Rolling her eyes, Nesta replied, "Easy for you to say. You don't have to go spend the night with him, doing this stupid act."

"You mean the act I help out with every other night?"

"Voluntarily. Hence the difference." Nesta stared at herself in the full length mirror in her tiny dressing room, at the tiny, silver sequined dress she was being forced to wear as her sister's cover. It was really more like a leotard with a fringy skirt. An outfit to help with the distraction.

How her sister put up with this every night was beyond her. She hadn't even gotten on stage yet and was already done with it. Thank the Mother it was only one night. After this, the magician was taking off for the rest of the week to keep Feyre from stressing, but he couldn't cancel his Saturday show.

"You still owe me," she said again, just as a stagehand was calling out five minutes to showtime.

"I know. And I promise, I'll make it up to you. Just, be nice to Cassian."

Nesta shook her head softly. "I will if he is."

"He's always nice to you, Nesta," Feyre chuckled. "You just don't want to believe it."

"Bye! Talk to you later!" Nesta called, speaking over Feyre's last words before her sister started in again on how Nesta needed to give Cassian a chance.

She needed to do no such thing. She'd spent more than enough time with Cassian, being Rhysand's brother. It only got worse with all the wedding planning and events. And then Nesta had to spend over three hours with him every day this past week just to prepare for this darn show.

It was a lot more work than Nesta had expected, if she were being honest. And Cassian was a good teacher. Patient and kind, he never once got frustrated with her when she got a trick wrong for the fifth time in a row. A very different side of Cassian than the cocky, exercise guy she knew him as.

She heard a knock at her door. "Nesta, are you ready?"

Think of the devil. She took one last look at her ridiculous outfit, pressing the pins of her braided coronet deeper into her hair, and let out a sigh. "Yes."

Walking to the door, she swung it open to see Cassian standing there, looking as handsome as he did ridiculous.

He really was quite attractive - not that Nesta would ever admit that. And if he were wearing just a tuxedo, he'd look like a wet dream. But that idiotic cape! It was incredibly cliché, black and top and red on the inside, and made him look more like a dorky tween putting on a magic show for his parents than a professional magician. No, wait…illusionist. That was the word he always used to correct her.

It was all part of the gimmick, of course. The theme of his show. Traditional tricks, with a twist. Hence the cape.

Nesta probably should be grateful for it. Otherwise she might be frozen in place, staring at Cassian and looking as dumbfounded as he did looking at her. Nice to know the dress was doing its job.

"Come on, Cassianini, let's get this over with." Shoulders high, Nesta walked past him, hiding the small smirk that surfaced at the feel of his eyes on her.

It took him a moment, but then he was snapping into action and on her heels. The two took their places, Cassian at center stage, Nesta to the side by some big box device. The stage lights shut off, and they were thrust into darkness as they waited for the curtain to open.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please put your hands together for Cassian Warrior-Heart!"

The crowd erupted and the curtain was drawn. The spotlights came on, and Cassian was welcoming the audience to the show.

It wasn't until the curtain closed that Nesta could finally breathe again.

"Finally," she sighed as the stage lights came back on.

"Oh, don't lie, you enjoyed yourself."

Nesta let out a sigh. "I don't know if I'd go that far, but I can say that this has been one of the strangest nights of my life."

"I'll take it," Cassian beamed. "And it's not over, yet!"

Her face fell and her eyes narrowed when Cassian began to chuckle at her expression. "Don't worry, Nes. It's nothing too crazy. Definitely not another show."

She muttered beneath her breath how he better not be trying to get more magic, but still followed him when he asked. Cassian led them to one of the empty dressing rooms and flung the door open.

Nesta was speechless.

A candle-filled room stood before her, with one single table in the center and two chairs. The table was filled with dishes - chicken, salad, potatoes, and various vegetables. There was even a small plate of biscuits she was dying to dig into.

"Cassian…what is this?" she asked breathlessly, walking into the room without thinking.

"Consider it a thank you for stepping in for Feyre."

She looked up at him skeptically. "You did all this…just to say thank you?"

"No, I did this to say thank you," he said, pulling his hand out from his back and handing her a large bouquet of flowers that seemed to appear out of thin air. She knew that wasn't really the case, but there were lilies, roses, and lilacs in the bouquet, so she certainly wasn't going to complain.

Nesta accepted the bouquet and took a sniff. She couldn't help but give him a small smile as she said, "Thank you. You didn't have to. But…what's all this, then?"

"An attempt to take you out on a date?" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I thought I might be able to convince you if you were hungry enough and already at the location."

Something fluttered within her and warmed her cheeks. She and Cassian had always had an amusing relationship, mostly built on a running gag that he was flirting with her. She hadn't realized he may have been serious in his attentions.

Nor had she realized how much she wanted him to be.

"Well, I'd say yes, but there's no chocolate cake. You can't have a date without chocolate cake," Nesta decreed, smirking up at him.

"You always did underestimate me."

Cassian took her hand and led her to the table, pulling out her chair for her. "Did you not notice this completely empty plate right here?" He motioned to a silver platter that stood in the center of the table, on top of a holder so that it towered over the rest of the food.

Picking up his crimson napkin, he shook it out and placed it in front of the plate so Nesta could no longer see it.

"And, because I know it's your favorite Halloween movie…Hocus Pocus." He let go of the napkin and it fell to the table, revealing a large, frosted chocolate cake with truffles lining the edge.

Nesta's mouth fell open and she couldn't stop her hands from clapping together. "How did you do that?!"

"Ah ah ah…a magician never reveals his secrets, Nesta," he teased as he took the seat across from her.

"Illusionist."

Cassian grinned widely, the two laughing together as they dug into their dinner.

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[16woodsequ]

hi! I’ve been considering attending university in Japan because I’m a Canadian studying at an international school in the Philippines. I know you spent some years in Japan and I was wondering what you could tell me about your experience there? Without too much detail ofc, just what you’re comfortable sharing. 🩷

btw I’ve been reading and rlly like your Apple, Honey and Lavender series. your storytelling is sooo good

Hi! What an interesting question! I did spend some time in Japan, but it was actually only three months, while I was in high school, so my experience might not be as helpful for you as you would like.

But I can give you some thoughts!

Coming to Japan from Canada, one of my favourite things was the train and subway. I come from a city without a robust system like that, and in Japan I took the train or subway every day. In the mornings the train was pretty full, and I learned to go to where the front of the train would stop, since I found there was slightly less people lined up there. My balance is pretty bad, so my everyday goal was to get deep enough into the train where I could hold onto something. The trains were be so full that if you didn't do that you would just be standing in a group of people, trying to keep your balance without falling on anyone. Also, everyone keeps their bags between their legs to keep them out of the way, so I got very good at slipping it off smoothly as I got on.

As a high school student I went to a school with an language program, so all the kids I was in class with spoke English. Still, I had studied Japanese enough to be able to understand basic common phases, and recognise if I was on the wrong train! Which did happen once, but thankfully I noticed!

I had two host families, for a month and a half each, so I got a diverse experience that way. One lived in an apartment close enough to the school that we walked, and one lived in a house farther away so that we took a train for an hour before school.

I already knew a lot about Japanese culture before going, and that helped a lot. My family had hosted Japanese students growing up, so I understood many of the customs. Gift giving is a large part of the culture. I brought gifts for both my host families and brought maple candies to school to share.

In my experience, Japanese people are very generous. The fact that I was a child under their care probably influenced this, but my host parents both bought me socks when they saw mine had holes (it took till the second time this happened for me to realise what was happening) and my first host mother bought be a kimono as a surprise when I'd expressed how pretty they were on a trip, and my second host mother bought me shoes when she saw mine were wearing out. She also bought me underwear because she did the laundry and mine were worn! Which I wasn't expecting at all, but I think it goes to show how much they treated me like their own daughter while I was there. I don't know what the experience would be like as an adult living independently, but I do think it's a cultural thing to keep in mind.

Of course, I didn't experience adult Japanese culture. From what I know there's a lot of expected socialization after work, like going to bars and karaoke. Hanging out with your coworkers is really important culturally.

Another cultural experience I got to have was public baths. I went to two public baths. One was a school weekend trip that had a public bath for the students. At the time I wasn't as familiar with public bath rules, so I went into the water with my washcloth, but that is not how it's done. When using public baths you keep you cloth or towel out of the water, often folded on your head. If you cloth falls into the water, you wring it out outside of the bath. I think this is for cleanliness purposes.

The second bath I went to was an onsen with my host family. By then I had looked up social conduct, so I knew what was expected. As a Canadian I wasn't used to public nudity, but I was eager to experience different things, so I was willing to go. I very quickly became comfortable in the baths. It's divided by gender and with anybody naked, you kind of forget about it after a while. Overall it was a good experience.

Another major difference for me, which probably isn't the case for you since you live in the Philippians right now, was the rain! It rained so much and so long! Very different from where I grew up. I always had an umbrella in my backpack. I lived in Sapporo, and everyone told me they didn't get that much rain, which I didn't understand at all until I saw the news about cities further south getting literally flooded from rain!

Other random differences, Japanese street signs are different. That probably feels obvious, but it took me almost three months to realise that the speed signs were entirely different than what I was expecting.

Students at school would talk to me just because I spoke English. I don't know if this would happen as university, but I had a boy come up and say 'hi' to me every day, and pretty much nothing else!

Oh! Major thing I didn't expect in Japan: public wi-fi is not really a thing. Even in the airport I landed in, there were only certain wi-fi spots in the airport that had wi-fi, not the whole airport. At the time I didn't have data, so I really noticed the lack of public wi-fi. Some people would carry around person wi-fi devices but I ended up not using my phone much outside of home because there was no wi-fi elsewhere.

Another thing to know, that maybe you do already, is deodorant is not as common in Asian countries. I just brought my own from Canada but that might be something to look into.

My favourite Japanese candy: Mistuya Cinder. I love it and I can't find it in Canada! I only tried the pop once, and I wish I'd tried it more. Convenience stores were very fun for me because I got to try cool snacks and candies. I also made it a goal to visit different vending machines. I tried a lot of different juices and pops since they have many different flavours we don't have in Canada.

Anyways, I don't know if I gave you anything that you were looking for, but I did enjoy reminiscing for a while! And I'm glad you're enjoying the Apple Honey and Lavender series! Thanks for the ask!

[sea-of-machines]

The future past tour - Tampere 3.6

Now that I've slept, I can finally write my thoughts down. Possible grammar mistakes coming...

Yesterday (3.6) I, my brother @wish-i-could-fly-like-superman and our big brother left at ten o'clock in the morning towards Tampere, where we were going to see Iron Maiden (well, not big bro, he was just helping me with the driving because it was a long trip and there was no way I could drive that alone).

About six hours of driving with breaks later, we finally arrived at Tampere. At this point I began to be very nervous, which I somehow hadn't been before. We took a little walk around, found the entrance to the arena so that we didn't have to search for it in panic when it was time for the gig, and then just tried to relax and rest a bit.

The gig itself. Oh boy where do I begin. We arrived at the door about half an hour early, and got a good spot in the line. Then when we got in, we went to our seats, which were super high in the back of the arena. I was feeling kind of dizzy as I have a fear of heights, but thankfully I adjusted to it. Oh, and we had to buy an expensive water bottle (4€ for 0,5l????) because I was dying (not seriously but the water did help).

Lord of the lost began warming us up at 19:30, and I think they were great. They were well in tune, and the singer was kind and adorable.

Then after the warm-up, we began to wait for iron maiden. They were in time, as around 20:50 UFO's doctor doctor began to play.

I thought that I would cry when I see maiden, but I wasn't able to produce tears. I sang along and probably stared at Steve for the most of the gig because he is the most beautiful man ever (though we saw the boys only just as very small because we were so far away).

The music was good, holy shit. They played so well! And they played Alexander the Great!!!

My favourite songs of the night were probably death of the celts and fear of the dark because

1. Death of the celts was super beautiful. I found it rude when people got up from their seats to take a piss break during senjutsu songs. Bro, you paid almost 80€ to see a band and you are going to go to the toilet??? (I'd piss my pants if the other option was missing bits of an iron maiden gig, seriously).

2. Fear of the dark. The best singalong tune for real. I really would've loved to hear how the audience sounded as we sang together, but I tried to remove my earbuds and decided that I'm never going to take them off again, the music just sounded so muc better with ear protection as they muffled the sound. Without them it sounded very, well, loud.

Steve's position on the stage had changed, he had swapped it with Adrian and it was weird to see Steve and Janick together on the right side (from my point of view) and Davey and Adrian on the right. But I loved to see it to be honest, since Janick was really interacting a lot with Steve. That's what my little heart needed to see.

Adrian got so many solos??? Dave and Jan both had literally like 1-2 solos when Adrian soloed everything else. Kinda odd but okay.

I really wanted to dance and party so hard but the seated area wasn't good for it. All the people sitting up there were sooo boring as they never clapped or vibed with the music. WTF???

I'd definitely love to see maiden again but from the floor where I could actually see them and have a possibility to dance. Why come to a gig if you're just going to sit there like it was the movies?

After the mind blowing concert around 23:00, we headed back home. It was a bit scary to drive at night when it was dark and rainy, and there was a possible risk of a moose to run on the road. We had to keep our eyes open, but in the last 100km of the drive I was feeling so tired. We made it back alive and in one piece with no damage to us or anyone else. I think the clock was already half past five in the morning when we arrived at home. Then we emptied a bit of the stuff from my car, and went to sleep. I woke up at twelve and it's now half past, and I need to finish emptying my car today.

Even though it was a long and tiring trip, it was fun. I just wish that Tampere would lower their hotel costs so that we could avoid pulling these dangerous stunts aka driving at night. Seriously, you can find a hotel room for two cheaper in our capital city Helsinki! That is crazy. Our total amount of kilometres was around 800 from the whole trip.

[sweetbillwriting]

The Real Deal

Part 4 - A New Friend

Description: Bill and Cassandra have been friends a long time and with time realize Cassandra he is her dream but not just him but also his lifestyle.

Characters: AU Single Bill Skarsgård. A version of Bill where he becomes single 2017 and with a different timeline. AU Skarsgårds and others. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: The story will jump from 2001 until present day. In this chapter we will jump between 2014 and 2019.

Warnings: 18+, sex work, toxic relationships, talk about sex, mentions about drugs, drunkeness, jealousy. I'm playing around a lot with Bill's storyline, nothing should be seen as truth.

A girl idol? Was it that he was? It felt like overnight his life had changed. Sure, he had fans in Sweden too but Swedes didn't scream out loud by seeing him, it was nervous looking twelve year olds that asked for an autograph. It wasn't like this. He watched all the girls that stood outside of the building waiting to meet him and his co-star Landon. It was mostly just girls. He had shown himself in the windows to test what would happen and they screamed like hyenas tearing a prey to pieces. He felt a mix of adrenaline and fear but he also knew they expected Roman Godfrey, a role he had played for many many hours and could step out and in from just as easily as walking through a door. But it wasn't him. He didn't see himself as sexy or mysterious. He would probably explain himself more as goofy and with his head up in the clouds but social media had instead decided he was sexy. He didn't like to read it because he couldn't recognize himself in the words.

"Are we ready for this?" Landon asked with a nervous laugh.

"Nah, let's run to the fucking woods. I don't think we will survive otherwise," Bill joked. "But I need a smoke before this. I invited Cassie to this, she will be so pissed I exposed her to this." He continued.

Landon laughed and started to walk to the back door where they could smoke in private.

"So she's out there with the fans or is she with the media?"

"She's out there with all the girls. I didn't succeed in getting her a press pass."

Bill followed Landon and took out a cigarette at the same time from the pack lying in the inner pocket of his leather jacket.

"She’s going to kill you. She couldn't be prepared for this shit."

Bill sighed and put the cigarette between his pouty lips and lit it.

Outside stood Cassie with her friend Lin. They had become friends at the fashion marketing program they studied at in New York. When Bill said he had a press thing there she didn’t hesitate saying yes to his invite. She expected press people and maybe some fans standing in a line to get an autograph on a picture of him as that vampire. Instead there were hundreds of girls pumped with nerves and adrenaline. Half of them seemed to believe they had a chance with one of the leads. Sure, Bill was single now and had even become a bit slutty but he was way too professional to sleep with an eighteen year old fan.

"He's sooo hot and I love his little Swedish accent!" A girl said in front of them. Lin looked at Cassie and made a face.

"Are they talking about your friend?"

"I think so… He looks good I guess…" Cassie didn't want to confess to Lin how hot he actually was. It was too big of a risk she would sound like she was interested in him in another way then just friendly.

Lin looked at something by the door.

"Is that him?" Lin pointed to a white poster with two pictures of Bill manipulated together. He made a serious expression in one and on the other one he was screaming.

"Yeah, the vampire," said Cassie and tried to sound natural even if she could see how hot he was in the serious picture.

"He looks like one," said Lin but then continued to listen to the fans amused.

Cassie could see it too, that he looked like a vampire. The kind that teenage girls wanted to give blood to and then have passionate needy sex with. Cassie couldn't really recognize her Bill in the picture. Her pictures of Bill were just weird, with silly faces or some sort of pose or he looked tired at the camera, tired of her taking pictures. This guy was another Bill, maybe the vampire or that face he would now show to the fans.

While Cassie stood in her own thoughts, playing with the MK charm on her Michael Kors bag they opened the doors and the girls started pushing in so hard Cassie was close to stumbling on her heels. Why hadn't Bill told her it would be like a sale at Zara? Would she soon be like a blouse on the floor stomped on and forgotten in a corner? She thought she would have time with Bill, introduce him to Lin and meet the guy he had replaced her with. His new best friend, Landon, who was his co-star but also the person he now did everything with, that he talked to when life was tough. She hated the guy lowkey but would never tell Bill that, it would be so childish and she also had new friends, like Lin.

She was mad that he had told her to come to this shit show but she was mostly angry because it felt like Bill wasn't hers anymore.

×

She asked him if he wanted to stay with her again. She prepared by cleaning, changing the sheets and hiding a deodorant for men and a green tooth brush. She looked through her wardrobe, trying to find something sexy but casual to wear when he would come.

Bill would come back to New York to do press for IT Chapter Two and the indie movie Villains. Even if he had just been away for little more than a month Cassie missed him like crazy.

But Bill sighed on the line. Cassie got a bad feeling at once and sat down on her bed.

"Eeeh… You know Larissa? Well, we, we still have contact and… We want to see each other so it's probably easier if I check in at a hotel…" Bill stuttered.

Cassie didn't even know he still had contact with Larissa. She had really thought he would get tired of her but maybe she had the same qualities as his exes so he more or less became a little boy in her hands. Bill could be way too submissive.

"Yeah okay, how long will you be here?" She asked and tried to sound indifferent.

"Not long, we’re doing press in London too. Little more than a week."

Bill was in L.A., sitting at the hotel balcony by himself. With time he had learned to appreciate time alone. It was really nice to come home to an empty hotel room after having been around people all day. And he could always just call someone if he needed company.

He hadn't told Cassie about his continued contact with Larissa. He didn't really know why, it was just weird talking about the phone calls he had had with the model. It wasn't anything serious and he didn't even know what she wanted. Maybe it was just a fun thing for her? He didn't know what he wanted either, he had been single a long time now and he might just want a girlfriend. He missed a body next to him in bed, someone that dragged her nails over his back and kissed his temples when the migraine started to come.

"Okay, but do you have time for dinner?" Cassie asked and dragged her toe in the rug to create patterns.

"Sure. Can't we do it at your place? Then we can chill, drink too much and I can sleep on the couch." Bill said with a big smile on his face.

Cassie laughed.

"Like you will take the couch! You always lay like a little seastar in my bed at the end of the night!"

"A little seastar?"

Cassie felt a tingle in her nether region by hearing Bill's teasing voice so close.

"You're always little with me. Always a little, little baby seastar."

Bill glided down in his chair and spread his legs. He unconsciously dragged a hand over his crotch. He wore a pair of black joggers that sat tight over his thighs and groin.

"You can take care of me like the little baby I am," Bill smirked.

Cassie dragged a hand over her chest and bit her lip.

"Can't wait, baby."

×

Cassie did a lot for Bill. She would do the most to just be near him, to feel that magical aura he had and experience that glorious warmth when he smiled at her but to be at this event was too much. Inside the girls pushed even more and screamed his name so much it sounded like just a weird sound to her. Lin had an almost panicked look and when Cassie finally said they should go she more or less ran for her life. Bill was her best friend but he wasn't worth fighting hundreds of girls who wanted him to drink their period blood. No, no, no.

Bill looked for Cassie in the auditorium when he sat on the stage for the interview. He couldn't even see one face because of the bright lights but he knew, he knew she wasn't there. It was just a feeling, creeping up his back bone inside of his thin white t-shirt. He got disappointed but then heard the girls screaming again and realized it was probably wise she wasn't there. She would have strangled one of the girls before this was over.

Cassie had become much more tough after she moved to New York and now dared to be honest and harsh. Bill liked that, he even liked that she dared to call him names. It was quite funny to be called all sorts of names by her.

He hoped she wasn't too pissed that she wouldn't want to meet him afterwards. They had planned for him to see her dorm room and then eat at her favorite sushi place. He didn't want her to cancel that just because his invite went wrong.

Landon gave him a look. He could see on Bill's face he was worrying about something. He recognized the way Bill chewed on the inside of his lips and dusted away at his pants for dust that wasn't even there.

"You okay?" Landon asked lowly so no one else heard.

"She’s left, I just know it. I hope she isn't mad for real."

Landon gave him a small smile.

"She will not be mad because of such a little thing for very long. You know she has missed you. Relax."

Bill looked at his friend and smiled. He really appreciated Landon's kindness. He knew that he and Cassie were close but never joked about it, never pried but was always there to support Bill's friendship with her.

"Yeah, yeah. Back to work." Said Bill and gave Landon's knee a squeeze.

Landon had got used to how physical Bill was now. He didn't see himself as someone that had a problem with guys being physical but he was a bit shocked when his friendship with Bill became closer. He showed his appreciation and love to friends by touching them, hugs and even a kiss on the cheek but he never gave that vibe of being gay, he was just friendly and when Landon met his family he realized where he had gotten it from. The whole family was just like Bill. He had probably never got so many hugs that he got those two weeks with The Skarsgård family.

Bill had focused so much on the press work he was forced to do that he forgot about his nerves over Cassie but when they were off for the day he read her text and remembered his worry but got calm at the same time. She had written her address and the code to the door so he and Landon could come when they were finished. Bill took Landon with him to Cassie’s and felt the tingle in his face he always had when he would meet Cassie. All around him stuff was happening, crazy cabs, crying kids and stressed people but Bill didn't gave them any attention he just thought about Cassie.

Cassie sat on her bed, dressed down in pink pajama pants and a white tank top and looked through the sushi menu. She wondered if they should order a big mix and share? But if Bill had Landon with him it would be way too little. She heard a knock on the door suddenly and perked up. How did she even look? Her make up wasn't at all as perfect as it had been earlier but now she didn't have the time or energy to fix it.

"Cassie, honey, ray of light! Are you theeere?" A singsong Bill said through the door. Cassie laughed and opened the door and met two handsome faces. Bill lifted her up in his arms like she didn't weigh a thing and pressed his nose against her neck to breathe in her vanilla scent.

"Fuck I missed you," he said then he let her down.

"I miss you too Billy. You must be Landon," she said and turned to him as he stood a bit behind Bill.

"Yeah, yeah. Cassie right?"

Cassie just smiled.

"You're probably tired but do you feel like going around the corner for sushi?" She asked them both.

"Mm, can't we bring it to the hotel? You can sleep in my room." Bill said and started to look around in her dorm room. It wasn't anything special but he smiled at the picture of them as sixteen year olds on her wall.

"Okay, let me just change. It's okay if you come in and sit on the bed to wait or something," she said kindly to Landon, who looked a bit uncomfortable. He smiled and walked in with Bill while Cassie grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a gray knitted sweater. While Cassie changed and fixed her make up in the bathroom Bill and Landon waited on her in her bedroom. Landon sat on the bed playing with his phone while Bill walked around. When he opened a drawer in the dresser to look inside it Landon smirked because of his likeness to his character Roman. But when Bill saw the lacy panties he closed quickly with blushing cheeks. That wasn't for his eyes. Just then Cassie came out from the bathroom and Bill turned around fast like she had seen what he was doing. Cassie just smiled and packed her things in her Michael Kors bag, she even opened the same drawer Bill had opened and grabbed a pair of red lacy panties. She did it like it wasn't weird at all but both of the boys looked quite uncomfortable at the sight of the underwear.

"Should we go then?" Cassie asked and put the bag in the fold of her arm. The boys said "Yeah" at the same time and Landon stood up while Bill pushed down his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

×

Bill stood by Cassie's stove making a Swedish fish gratin. It was one of Cassie's Swedish favorites and Bill's mother's was the best. Bill couldn’t make it as good but it was close enough and it was a pleasure to see him cook in her little kitchen. His gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and his black t-shirt was formless and too short by being washed too many times.

Cassie thought about how many girls would kill to have Bill in their kitchen, relaxed and comfortable but then she thought they probably would rather be Larissa. The girl that had the privilege to lay under his rolling hips. He had been in New York four days now and Cassie hadn't dared to ask him how many nights he had spent with Larissa. She knew she didn't have the right to ask. She took a big gulp of her Cabernet Sauvignon and watched Bill's profile while he mixed the potato mash. She was glad he used one day to be with her.

Bill also stood in his own thoughts. He had finally picked the playlist they listened to for once and Nick Cave made him always think too much. Right now he thought about the lingering scent of male cologne he had smelled on Cassie's bed. It wasn't his, this was a more heavy scent. He couldn't explain why but it felt more like a scent a man older than him would have. Had Cassie had a man there? Hadn't she changed the sheets? Just by reflex he looked out from the kitchen into her bed while putting the mash potatoes in a dish. The sheets were dark gray so he would be able to see white stains clearly on them. He looked at Cassie who now sat with her phone.

"Have you met a guy?" Bill gained the courage to ask. Cassie looked up from her phone and gave him just a frowning stare.

"It smelled like… a man in your bedroom."

Cassie swallowed dryly. She thought she had hidden everything from Bill but she had forgotten the scent.

"Yeah… It's nothing serious."

She wondered if that was true or not. She and Georg had made a new deal. She was more or less his girlfriend. A girlfriend he paid. He came to her whenever he wanted, he invited her to fancy events, he called her his girlfriend and he was now her only daddy. One dick, more money.

"Is he older?" Bill asked before taking a sip from his own wine glass. Cassie laughed.

"How did you know that?"

"I have a good nose. It smells like a gentleman. Maybe fifty?"

Cassie didn't answer that and just smiled a bit. She didn't think so often about Georg's age, she mostly just thought about what he could give her.

"Is he rich?"

Cassie wagged her head from side to side and played with her wine glass.

"I guess so."

Bill leaned against the kitchen counter and threw the kitchen towel over his shoulder.

"Is that the reason you are with him? Like with that dude, Chris?"

Chris was the stockbroker she had been together with a few years ago. She had never confessed for herself that she was with him because of the money and hearing Bill say it offended her. Of course he didn't understand, he had always had money. Cassie made an annoyed sound.

"I don't want to talk about this with you, Bill."

"Because I'm right?"

"Oh fuck you, go and fuck your lingerie model if you're going to judge me!"

Bill sighed and turned to the gratin, continuing his work. They had been friends so long her anger didn't scare him away but he understood he should shut up.

Cassie looked at Bill's back and took a deep breath. She looked at the smooth skin between his t-shirt and the band of his armani underwear. Just as smooth like he had been when he was ten years younger.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you don't know how it is to not have any money. I like a guy that can give me that safety, just like you want a woman that spoils you like you are a prince."

Bill laughed so his dimple showed and the fine lines around his eyes.

"That's because I am a prince."

"Or a little boy."

"Maybe so. But you also treat me like a prince. Always giving me a scalp massage and helping me pluck my eyebrows."

Cassie stood up and walked towards Bill. She hugged his waist and looked up at him.

"That's because you're hopeless. You would look like a troll if I didn't help you." She said with a baby voice.

×

It went fast for Cassie to become comfortable with Landon. They sat on Bill's bed in his hotelroom all three of them and talked about the silliest things. But even if Cassie was more comfortable with Landon it became quiet when Bill began to text on his phone. Maybe it was because of the uncomfortable silence Landon started to talk.

"It's a girl," he whispered to Cassie but loud enough that Bill could hear. Bill looked up at Landon like he wanted him to shut up.

"Oh, a girl? Who?" Said Cassie teasingly and looked between Landon and Bill. She couldn't pinpoint why but it was really hard for her to hear that. It was almost like she didn't want to know.

"Mhm, a gorgeous, crazy actress," Landon said with his loud whisper.

"Shut up, dude," said Bill half as a joke.

"Crazy?" Asked Cassie.

"Crazy. The only thing those two seem to do is to party and fuck. Should I tell her about last week?"

"Just shut up, no one wants to hear," Bill said and laid his phone on the bed beside him.

"I want to know," Cassie continued to look between the two guys with a curious face.

"Well… We were out then they suddenly disappeared so I looked for them and… I found them around the corner of the club… Up against the wall." Landon said and looked amused at Bill. Cassie felt something in her throat but tried to swallow it.

"Excuse me?" She said and looked at Bill who sat with his hands over his face.

"And they have done this several times. They should be glad they haven't been arrested."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" said Bill. Cassie laughed to hide the other emotions she felt and tried to stop seeing it in her head. It didn't sound like Bill at all. Okay, he did silly, stupid things but never anything like this, it sounded so trashy.

"But she is a nice girl?" Cassie asked and looked at Bill.

"Yeah, totally. She just likes to take risks," Bill said while Landon was quiet and just gave her a look. Cassie just felt more and more strange about it all.

"Like what kind of risks?"

The both of them were quiet and it really worried her. Was it drugs? Was it criminal stuff?

"I hope you take care of yourself, Billy."

Bill just sighed and continued to eat.

Cassie didn't like that he pushed her out. He used to share everything and now he didn't even answer questions. Three months after that it would be even worse. She couldn't get a hold of him.

x

[sarriane]

2022 Year of Fic in Review Boogaloo

sariane on ao3

Total number of completed stories: 4 Total word count: 42,185 Fandoms: dr who, our flag means death

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?: i am honestly surprised i wrote anything at all, this year has suuuucked!

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?: our flag means death was a surprise! i even saw the trailer in january and thought it looked very dumb (the trailer was... not great). the last thing i expected was that it would have a fandom, much less that i would be into it.

What's your favorite story of the year?: space growlr, hands down. i literally had so much fun with it, mixing goofiness with romance and writing something for me.

Did you take any writing risks this year?: i was gonna say no, but i did technically write furry fanfic, and that's a whole new genre for me. i doubt i did it any true justice.

Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?: keep survivin', meet zine deadlines, work on your plotting and pacing skills, & spice up the prose a little babes.

My best story of the year: i'm going to say space growlr again, bc it may be the only one i like.

My most popular story of the year: stay the course, which i feel caught the last wave of ofmd fandom before it went into hibernation. i am slow! (and honestly, dw fanfic world is sooo dead right now, and i am writing rarepairs. there's no competition.)

Story that was most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: again, space growlr!!! because no one appreciates danvanista like the ship deserves!!!! hmph!!

Most fun to write: oh my god are all of these answers going to be 'the silly furry rarepair fanfiction that three people read' oh no

Single sexiest (or cutest) moment: somehow i didn't post a real smutfic this year, so i'm gonna go with fourteen/simm punching each other silly and then having a dumb makeout session fight to see who wins. they're so dumb and i missed them.

Hardest to write: stupid! pirate! story!!! i don't even know WHAT that story is. it needs like... probably half of it cut out and the last chapter rewritten. idk man i don't get paid for this.

Biggest disappointment: me ngl i was hoping that posting updates on the pirate fic week-by-week would somehow encourage people to comment or talk to me about the fic, and that i'd make friends, but i only had one or two people follow it as a WIP! i'm never doing anything for ~the engagement~ ever again haha.

Biggest surprise: that i somehow ended up writing rassilon/omega smut as a joke!! it took me a half hour and was easier than anything! i will do absolutely anything for the bit, huh.

Favorite lines: because i only posted 4 fics this year, i'm just gonna drop a line from each.

space growlr:

Dan: SOS Karvanista: [AJE928384AJ392DJ9402.jpg] Dan: It means Save Our Souls, not send SHIRTLESS PICS!!

stay the course:

Stede can taste it on his tongue. He can hear it beating in his chest. It sounds like love, and it looks like Ed curled up on the sofa with a glass of brandy and his deep, heavy eyes drawing him in. It’s moonlight and fleeting touches, dodgy treasure maps and scary stories. It’s a life, and an adventure, and it’s not rooted in anything but the promise of each other. “I won’t say that I love you, because I haven’t proved it yet,” Stede says. “But I think I’m figuring out what that means, to love someone. And I want a second chance to prove how I feel.”

the black scrolls of rassilon:

i can't lmao this is too cracky to choose from

which to bury, us or the hatchet?:

He fills himself in through the gaps in the Master’s memories and takes them all with the kiss. The Master dies and dies and he lives on, the Master is a gaping wound and he is a yellow bruise, the Master accepts and he grieves. The Doctor takes it all.

[baeshijima]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

MASTERLIST

now, childe as a general streamer,,, he’s a whale in every sense of the word 

…

poggers—

so childe as a streamer in general would be one word ;

✨chaotic✨

he would definitely be a variety streamer, but more so for games !!

especially pvp and/or pve games

competitive meta mf—

probably plays LoL, overwatch, apex legends, valorant and minecraft

don’t question the minecraft 

he likes mining but has a personal vendetta against the creepers bc once they blew up his mansion 

yes, a mansion

ask any of his community and they’ll tell u he spent a full-blown month and a half playing just minecraft to build it, only for it to go down just like that ;-; 

his chat loved it tho <//3

he’s played honkai too !! mainly for the pve and grinding bc he’s a whale but uh,,, shhh

his community,,, his community are just a bunch of trolls at this point i cant even lie

they just KEKW, SADGE & COPIUM spam everything and the newer viewers get intimidated until they realise he deserves them all HJGKJHF

especially when he starts getting annoyed by the game,,, his reactions are too good to pass up on gn

typically when he does mario kart streams 👩‍🦯 that shit’s wild when it happens oh my

when he falls in rainbow road 🤡 

and especially bc he has his webcam on, his viewers just see him internally dying or wanting to scream

also gets passive aggressive 

shit talks everything and everyone when in that mood <//3

for what’s left of his dignity i won’t disclose what happens

definitely gets jebaited a lot too <//3 unfortunately he’s too easy for his chat ;-;

another mf with a massive community except he has a lot of friends (sorry not sorry albedo)

ppl have a love-hate relationship with him tbh; u either love him or hate him

no inbetween

unless u show ur love through bullying him then go off ig

his discord server, twt + yt are also really big too !! also verified on insta 

also !!

he has lots of plushies :(( esp whale plushies from his community bc he’s the biggest whale they know <//3

but if u look at his setup, there’s a mini whale plushie on the top of his main monitor (he has 3), one big one (like,,, up to his chin) behind him, a smol on the top of his chair so u can see it above his head, and just more off screen HKJSDHL

they asked for a room tour once and half of it was just whale plushies

the rest were LED lights + shelves of merch & gifts from his community !!

he even has some fanmail (actual wholesome ones that aren’t cursed) pinned on a board too 🥺

also has an ensuite—

when he was eating on stream one time, his chat was sent into an absolute outrage

u know why?

bc he was eating noodles with a fork

bby ;-;

so sometimes he’ll get sent those beginner chopsticks with the finger guides to help him 👩‍🦯

he’s actually made sure to eat with them on stream tho bc he was sent one with a narwhal on top and he thinks it’s cute JHGJKH

nOW ONTO THIS MAN BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER !!!!

herkekle

now, his (also) AR56 ass has been playing since genshin first came out

an og if u will

this man,,, he’s been in love with u even before the game’s official release 🐥

not only were u in the promotional art and trailers, but he was also one of the beta testers so he got to try out ur character first hand in the early stages !!

and when i say he fell hard for u,

i mean it 

when the game wasn’t released publicly yet, he wasn’t allowed to disclose any information and ngl, it killed him that he couldn’t talk abt u :((

so all he could do was say this upcoming was really nice so far and subtly brag abt u to everyone JHGKJSDFHLK

when the official ads & promotional art were finally released 🥺🥺 when i tell u he immediately went live talking abt the game and u HKGJHFDK

he didn’t care that he streamed at an ungodly hour bc he’s been waiting for the reveal for so long he needs to let everyone know </3

he retweeted everything from their official twt straightaway, made a yt video based off his spontaneous stream promoting the game + pinged his entire server abt it

yes

his nearly 200k server all got pinged abt this one game bc he’s in love with a character from it

and he has no regrets abt it <33

the day the game was available for download, he stREAMED THE ENTIRE DOWNLOAD PROCESS

while he and his chat were waiting, they decided to watch the trailers and character showcases to get a feel for the game, and played some mario kart to pass the time !!

as soon as the game loaded, he threw mario kart behind him and went on 🐥

he typed his name (ajax) for the when he chose aether and literally everyone was appreciating the aesthetics HKJFS

but childe,,, he was waiting for it to be over so he could see u ;-;

he appreciated the aesthetics, fighting mechanics & voice acting a lot tho !!

now he had gotten through all the tutorials, got all the chests he could he was finally in mond

and there u were 🥺 after the dvalin encounter u arrived before kaeya did

and boy did he show u off sm to his viewers HKJHKLF

they knew he was down bad before but now?? they know it’s hopeless to save him and if he ever falls out of love that’s when the world ends

luckily that’ll never happen tho <33

but he took !! so many !! screenshots !!

oh, and did i mention he changed his wallpapers to u? and his twt + discord pfps are also some very aesthetic screenshots of u from that first scene ;-;

he just appreciates u sm okay 🥺

he even clutched his chest where his heart is and sunk down his chair when he heard u speak 😩

his chat just spammed his downbad + y/nlove + SHRIMP emotes and he accepted them all with grace <33

now when he unlocks the wishing feature,,, u already know he’s wishing for u as soon as possible

ur in the standard banner so ur always there which he appreciates but he would’ve wanted u to be limited so he can rub it in ppl’s faces ;-;

and since it was the first release rewards, he had tons of wishes right off the bat !!

he was gonna roll for venti after he gets u bc,,, well does he need a reason??

also he doesn’t do well with archer characters in general ;;; but if ur an archer then ur obv an exception sooo

bUT he got a 5 star in his first 20 pulls !!

tho it was diluc 👩‍🦯

while he was happy bc he got an incredibly meta character right off the bat,

he wasn’t interested in diluc,,, (even now his diluc is barely looked after, and only used for spiral abyss, *sweats*)

the next 5 star he got was around the 60 mark, and he got a weapon,,,

i mean,,, he got the weapon that was most suited for u so that’s smth at least (ˉ▽ˉ；)

after he used all his remaining primos and fates, he finally got u 🥺

he just went “fuck the storyline” and immediately put u in his party and just

admired u as a whole 

went through all the voice lines available, ur character story, ur idle animations (he had a heart attack from u and his chat clipped it) and took many, many screenshots 

his favourite voice lines would have to be the night + about us + (y/n)’s hobbies

and then he equipped u with ur weapon and damnnn did u look so good with it 😩

he changed u to be his avatar, with his signature as :

“(y/n)’s whale <3”

and now the whaling process begins 👩‍🦯

after at least £2k, he got u to c6, along with at least 1 copy of all the standard 5 stars,,

then he went for venti’s banner—

his chat were just too focused on how he’s gonna play u to even think of anything else tbh HKJAH

with ur kit, u were honestly seen to be a dps or even a sub dps if ppl don’t want u on the field all the time

so definitely a perfect character for mr meta strimmer tartaglia (his twitch name btw ;;; childe is just smth he prefers his community to call him as but they also call him ajax too HKJSD) here

so he went through the archon quests with u as his carry and i won’t lie, ur name card is smth he has printed and framed behind him after he got it 🥺

he later finds out ur part of the fatui in the liyue archon quest tho and has to fight u with,,,

well, u ;;;

he finds it hot tho so it’s okay—

i won’t lie tho, his zhongli after he got him is his second strongest after u

he just builds all his characters in the most broken way he can so he can show his viewers that everyone can be a dps in their own right, not just the ones meant to be since there’s no right or wrong in this game !!

but now ur weapon is r5, ur lvl 90 and u have lvl 20 5 star artifacts that make u the most broken (y/n) seen

ppl who co op with him are honestly baffled,,, especially when the feature of them being able to view other players’ character stats become available,,,

u with ur nearly 3k atk,,,

he’s hit over 600k with u tho and he’ll always flex that

no one can top him as a (y/n) main and that’s honestly just a fact at this point 😩

when he saw that the dating sim hangouts was official, his immediate and iconic response was simply ;

“so when will (y/n) become a dateable, huh 🤨”

to this day he’s still waiting to be able to date u in-game <//3