#Amazing au op. I love it. Thank you for the food

[taruruchi]

@wakacacao thought you might be interested bc 1 leona and 2 you also know kny

twisted wonderland × kimetsu no yaiba (au!)

based on this post here.

I this this on a a japanese song only playlist and a wave of hiperfixation. So heres the context: Yuno (Yuu) and Leona were newly married and lived on his family’s land. On the night after the Town Below festival, Yuno returned home to find not only her husband’s family dead but also her younger brother, Grimm. Leona was the only one still alive, but as she tried to lead him down the mountain, she discovered that he was no longer human.

Silver, a demon slayer, confronted Leona. However, after witnessing him protect Yuno, he chose to spare the newly turned demon’s life, and send the couple to his master, Lilia.

Vil and Rook are the Tamayo and Yuuchiro of this universe. Vil lived more than 300 years only on serving face and hate, nonetheless showed kindness by helping Yuno and Leona after their encounter with the Demon King.

Ace and deuce are both slayers, one ranking above yuu. The three met during a mission, and the two decided to stick by her side from that point on.

[blue-jisungs]

Hey how are you!!! Hope you're doing amazing I always love your fics and now that i know you are also taking one piece requests I am taking the step of actually sending requests cause i don't really have much of an imagination when it comes to k-pop idols i just read the fics but never had ideas of my own but as an anime watcher i do have lot of ideas when it comes to my fav characters🥹

Feel free to ignore my request if it's too much

So as you mentioned that you were in skypedia arc meaning you have completed alabasta meaning you know ace😁

So i was wondering if you would be able to write a modern au where ace and luffy meet go to a cafe where the reader is the owner and ace falls for the reader first like he loves her food and wants to thank her and then is completely blown and head over heels for her when he see's them and talk with them it would be amazing if the reader is gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it thanks for going throught this hope you can do it take care!!!!!!!

a way to man’s heart…

# author's note ... IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM SO HAPPY FOR SOME OP REQS:( i hope this meets ur expectations!!!! :D

# extras ... a lot of food; gn! reader; modern au :D

“so, luff, today’s all about you. the food is on me!” ace grinned and patted his younger brother’s back. luffy’s eyes widened and sparkled with childish joy.

“you’re really the best, bro! can i pick the place too? there’s a new cafe that has opened up–” luffy started.

“your wish is my command” ace hummed and the younger one almost jumped out of his shoes, excitement over the roof.

well, it’s not everyday when ace visited his brother. as he moved out for university, they lost the ability to hang out that often. but it was summer, meaning ace could return to his hometown and his family.

“sanji went there already! he said the food was delicious – and ya know, he’s a cook! he knows the deal. he also said something about the service people… but i didn’t really care…” luffy put a pointing finger on his chin “it’s not that popular though… i hope they are open…”

ace listened with amusement to his little brother, soft smile on his lips. he missed him a bit more than he’d like to admit – the absence of his energetic yells was almost crushing in his quiet, lonely apartment.

upon arriving, they noticed it’s a very small and almost hidden from the society’s view cafe.

luffy barged in, doors swinging open, a sound of a doorbell ripping through the air.

it was empty inside, only soft sound of jazz music filling the room.

“yahoo! anyone here?” luffy hummed, looking around. then he came up to the check out, eyeing the menu. ace went to pick a seat.

a gentle voice spoke out, drawing the brothers’ attention.

“yes, welcome, come in! how can i help you?” the waiter asked with a happy smile. ace checked his phone upon realizing his not getting any say in the food choice anyway.

“can i see the menu?”

after what it felt like ages, luffy came back. buzzing with excitement, he tapped ace’s souldwr repeatedly.

“that lovely person gave us a food testing deal, so i ordered literally everything! isn’t it just the best day ever?” the younger one grinned, giggling boyishly.

ace frowned and turned his head to look at the cashier but they were gone. it was a bit suspicious but he didn’t want to burst his brother’s bubble. shrugging, he put his phone away and focused on luffy.

after a while, the waiter brought all the food that took up all the space on the table.

“are you sure you’ll eat everything?” the waiter asked and ace looked up, suddenly struck by their beauty. the name tag read ‘y/n’ with a small heart next to it.

“duh!” luffy puffed his chest proudly and dug in, not realizing how mesmerised his brother was.

“enjoy your meal, then! if you need anything else just let me know” you smiled and went back behind the counter.

ace smirked, an idea blooming in his head, and started eating as well.

he was a good lover, that was no lie. he has eaten lots and lots of delicious meals but those… those tasted like heaven. this carrot cake or rice pudding… could top sanji’s cooking, for sure.

there’s a saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” for a reason.

while exchanging joyous nods with luffy, ace knew he’ll leave this cafe with more than a full stomach.

“um, excuse me?” ace called and walked up to the check out, drumming his fingers against his wallet.

you came from the storage room, wiping your hands against your apron. a bright smile painted on your lips.

“yes?”

“i’d like to order another thing” ace smiled and with the corner of his eye he noticed how his words peaked luffy’s interest.

“mhm, of course! and what would it be?” you asked, looking at him interested. he (and his brother) were definitely unusual clients.

“two cups of cappuccino and an orange juice. and a dessert… of your choice, y/n” he said smugly and leaned against the counter, his muscular arm flexing.

your eyes widened… then your brows frowned and nose scrunched. ace giggled upon your reaction and winked.

“you should join us, y/n” ace hummed and then realized one thing: you’re at work “oh, i mean, unless the owner minds it but i can take the blame”

“oh, no. there will be no need for that. i’m the owner and i will certainly don’t mind” you sent him a soft smile and saw his lips turn into an o in awe “i’ll bring the coffee and be right back”

“ace, can i have your brownie muffin?!” luffy yelled.

in a blink of an eye you arrived, steaming cups of coffee and an orange juice. placing them down on the table, squeezing the dessert too, you pulled up a chair and sat down.

“i hope you enjoyed your food?” you looked expectantly at luffy.

“my friend, if i could marry a meal… i’d marry them all!” the younger brother cheered and you laughed.

ace’s heart melted – the sound of your laughter was the cutest sound ever.

“thank you so much, i really appreciate it” you hummed, grabbing your coffee cup. ace did the same and his heart skipped a beat when he saw that you made a heart out of foam at the top of his beverage.

“so you’re the owner? is it hard to own a cafe?” he asked before taking a sip.

you chatted with the brothers for a long time, occasionally pausing to serve the other customers that would come in. or to deliver more food for luffy.

ace fell for you with each word, gesture… everything you did.

before you realized it was the closing hour, sun setting behind the windows.

“we’ll get going, this guy has an important exam that he has to cram for!” luffy whined, puffing his cheeks and pointing at ace “i’d love to stay longer…”

“feel free to visit me whenever! don’t tell it to anyone but you might just be my favorite customers” you winked and luffy chuckled, packing his stuff.

“do you need any help though? we made a mess…” ace asked, looking at the table with empty dishes (and some stains from luffy’s messy eating)

“no, no, don’t worry. i don’t want to keep you busy. good luck with cramming!” you grinned.

“thank you” ace sent you a warm smile and pulled out his wallet to leave the payment since you already told them what the checkout is going to be (you didn’t mention you included a huge discount too).

when you came back from the kitchen where you put away the dirty dishes, the brothers were gone.

you walked up to take another part of the dishes when something caught your eye.

next to the bill there was a napkin with something scribbled on it.

thank you for satisfying my bro’s wolffish appetite! however i’d prefer to hung out with you without this rascal… call me? <3

xxx-xxx-xxx

masterlist <3

taglist. @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

[captain-mj]

Hey, not op for this ask. But what about a part 2 the alien thing?

Maybe they run that experiment to see how long soap can go? Maybe using "instruments" to test reactions to different sensations or sensory input?

I love your work, you've introduced me to so many different pairing, and the range for the au's are *chefs kisses*

Oh I can definitely do that! So many people have asked and I'm so glad they liked my little alien thing!

Part 1

Ghost didn't let them out of bed. He kept dragging them back and tucking back into the sheets. It was only when the time hit for breakfast being served that he relaxed his grip on them.

Roach quickly got up and got dressed, gently scolding Ghost for being so cuddly. He kissed his forehead and pulled his mask up. Ghost's tail lashed and he hugged Soap a little tighter to his chest.

Soap seemed fine with it, twisting in his arms and pressed his face into Ghost's neck. He hugged him for a moment before they both pulled away.

They got dressed and went about their day normally. Bumping into each other and sharing glances.

Ghost did delete the footage of him carrying them out. He also found himself waiting for the night with an almost obsession. Soap was deliciously soft. Roach was amazing and he made his head spin with want to be near, but Roach didn't see him the same way and... maybe Soap could.

Especially if he showed him how good of a mate he could be.

Ghost was sure Roach would be thrilled to observe their mating customs.

So that night, he brought Soap food for dinner, watching him closely. Soap had brought both of them bracelets made of little intertwined vines. Ghost could see where the flowers had been stripped from his so the vines could be tied tighter. The knot had been twisted and turned to blend it into the bracelet, giving it the look of an infinite braid. He was dazzled by the craftmanship.

Roach gasped softly at it, his eyes full of stars. Ghost hated that his heart jerked a little. Both of them were just too damn pretty and it got on his nerves that he could just have both of them.

After his species had branched out, harems were actually normal. At least, in the beginning. He remembered seeing a friend of his grab up a few creatures from a planet they had raided and spend months courting them. Ghost had thought it was pathetic at the time. Seeing someone he knew as strong and powerful padding after these scared creatures. Only one of them ended up accepting his offer and the others were "Sent home". Even though his friend put them on a ship to their home world, Ghost doubted they ever made it.

Unmated prey animals on a ship? They were probably eaten in minutes.

He imagined if Soap had been one of them. Ghost would've probably courted him too. Followed him around like a shadow and gave him food, begged for his attention.

Exactly like he was doing now.

Ghost sighed and Roach noticed. "Something wrong?"

"I'm fine." He said, touched the bracelet again. "I really like it, Soap."

Soap smiled at him, ears perking up. "Thank you. I heard humans have a ritual called friendship bracelets."

"Yes, it's mostly done by the juveniles of our species, but I really like it." Roach traced one of the vines, looking enraptured.

After dinner, Roach tried to get them to his lab. "Soap, can I run a few more tests on you?”

Ghost could smell the spike in hormones and see the way his spine straightened and his tail twitched.

"Yes, sir."

"Undress. I'm curious, about how many times can you finish before you can't anymore?"

Soap undressed himself, shy and blushing. It didn't match his normal demeanor but it looked nice. Once all of his clothes were neatly folded, his anxiety and arousal sky high, did he finally answer the question. "I don't know."

Roach smiled at him. "Do you want to find out?"

Soap whimpered.

They tied him up and gave him a safe word "Friday" to say if it hurt or got to be too much. Ghost couldn't help himself and happily took advantage of the situation to litter his neck in bites. Giant ones that would take forever to heal and looked pretty. He did all of this while Roach checked to see how a "vibrator", Ghost thought of it as the cursed object, made Soap react.

The wail it got from him and the thrashing pleased Roach. He wrote down the results as he trailed it up and down Soap's cock, making a line to signify that Soap just came.

Soap strained against his binds and looked at Ghost with giant baby blues. "Can you kiss me like yesterday?"

Ghost almost smashed their lips together in his haste. He licked into his mouth to claim every bit. Each time Soap came, Roach would let off a symphony of praise that had Soap almost shaking out of his skin.

The buzzing did not stop but it did move and Soap sobbed once it was inside his body. He was so sensitive there and the vibrator didn't care.

Ghost ran his claws over Soap's tummy, watching him jerk and then press up into him, almost cutting himself. He noticed little markings around Soap's hips. He put his hands over them and realized they were bruises from last night.

Roach tapped Soap's thigh. "Darling, can you do anymore?" Big brown eyes. He kissed Soap's stomach, ignoring the mess.

Soap trembled and nodded. "I can, it's just not quite enough."

Ghost pressed the bruises and watched Soap come all over Roach's face. Roach laughed and wiped it off, only to run his tongue over it. He noticed Ghost staring and shrugged.

"He tastes sweet."

Ghost's tail lashed side to side as he watched. He snatched Roach up and bent him over next to Soap. The surprised look on his face was all the warning he needed and he quickly put his hand over the back of his neck so he wouldn't wiggle away. He expected a little pushback, but Roach just grabbed Soap and arched his back.

Ghost yanked his pants down and noticed he was already slicked up. Roach wouldn't meet his eye, too red and embarrassed. He buried his hand in Roach's hair and pushed in.

Tight.

Hot.

Human.

It was all Ghost could think of as he fucked Roach. He kept an eye on Soap, not wanting to neglect either of them.

Hopefully Roach was keeping count though because Ghost wasn't.

Ghost kept the pace rough and fast, using Roach like a toy. His hand moved from his hair to his throat and he tightened his grip when he was fully in so Roach would tighten out of panic.

"Good boy. Both of you doing so well." Ghost cooed and he reveled in the mix of sobs and whimpers he got.

Roach came while sobbing into Soap's chest. The only thing that kept him up was Ghost's hands.

Soap shakily said "Friday" and Ghost quickly took the cursed object out of him. He twitched and moaned in relief, looking ruined but a lot more lucid than yesterday. Ghost tightened his grip on Roach more and propped him up more.

"So powerful and scary and smart until you're the one getting railed huh?" Ghost purred. "You see, Soap, that's the thing about Roach. A firm hand and he melts."

Roach struggled, probably planning on protesting those claims, but Ghost hit just the right spot and the thoughts left his head. He couldn't hide his face anywhere, forced to let both of them see him. It was hard to feel shame when Soap was looking at him like that. Roach reached his limit right as Ghost came in him. He let him finish before tapping him, signifying he couldn't take it anymore.

Ghost scooped them both up and took them to his quarters with much less complaints this time. They washed up and laid in bed.

"You okay, Johnny?" Ghost asked. Roach was still floating, so he left him alone for now.

Soap hummed. "I don't think the experiment was very effective. I think it's better with you and Roach. More intense." He smiled at Ghost, looking him dead in the eyes. They both realized it at the same time and Soap went to turn away, but Ghost grabbed his chin and made him keep looking.

"Are you scared?"

"No."

"Do you want to be mates?"

"What??"

[diminuel]

Hiiii since people telling out how your art/blog changed their life (/j), I also want to add a bit: I never thought of Crocomom-theory seriously and then I saw your comics and fell in love with this AU so much��� you just do it soooo right I can't describe all feelings I have towards your plots, like wow, suddenly parenthood/kids/fuff-in-not-so-comfortable-plot became my favorite food xD I also pulled my roleplay partner into that rabbit hole, and thus we made our own vision of dracodile-centered story inspired by your works, and I want to thank you kindly for your art and openness. Your stories and blog are absolutely wholesome, and I'm genuinely wait for any new post :> you're amazing and I'm really happy to share a fandom with such people ;> (p.s. if English was my native language, I'd probably contribute to OP fandome with a lo-o-ong AU fanfiction based on our RPs, but my language Is enough only to share some episodes if someone interested. Mostly our ideas about dracodiles (aka "two unloved adult kids who learn to love on each other") and possible revolutionary ally!Crocodile thoughts.)

Hehe, I'm happy you're enjoying it!!

As a writer I tend to gravitate more towards heavy topics but I somehow find the fluffier and comedic things easier to convey in art. There might not be as much art and fic as I'm used to from Supernatural but I've thoroughly enjoyed what everyone creates and it's really pulled me into this theory too X'D

And because it's a rare pair I'd absolutely encourage you to share your ideas and thoughts and extracts from your fic!! There might also be people who speak the same language as you who would like to read it in full ;3

(I wish I had more language skills so I could read more fanfic...!)

[reaperlou2lou]

I got a One Piece fic idea

What if Law got the Op-Op fruit early? Before Flevance went to shit, and he was able to help a little bit.

How and why would he eat it if he had no reason to? Class wide dare.

His class find the fruit, and, being ignorant children who probably still think devil fruits are just a myth, dare each other to eat this weird looking fruit one of them found. I think Law might get harped on more than some of the others cause of his picky eating and, him having his elementary schooler pride on the line, fucking chomps into that shit and swallows before he can register the taste.

He then immediately gags from it but it’s already too late.

So then Law goes home and tells his family about the dare and how he felt kinda weird after eating that weird swirly fruit. Something happens where he accidentally opens a room and his family, rightfully, starts freaking the fuck out.

After a bit they calm down enough to look into the fruit only to find out what it is and just how much the wg would pay to have it for themselves.

I think Law’s parents would probably try to explain what the actual hell is going on with him now, but that they would work it out and of course they could spend some extra time helping him train this. After all, with such an amazing power you could help anyone and everyone with this.

They just have to check in on this new influx of patients with these weird white spots popping up first.

Next thing everyone knows is that everyone has the spots now.

Law, being the curious little shit that he is, and after some prior experimenting, cuts into himself a bit and finds the lead, and subsequently, that he can take it out.

And like any good son/doctor in training, he immediately tells his parents, who, being the trusting doctors that they are, tell the crown about their possible solution to Amber lead syndrome after Law figures out how to do the procedure again. No one need worry anymore

So of course the crown calls in the marines of them. And a certain food face spy, happens to hear the discovery, and oh look now a flamingo from hell has decided that Flevance sounds lovely this time of year.

Kay so, I have absolutely no idea if I’m ever gonna wrap this up, let alone make it myself so I’m just gonna throw the idea out there for anyone that wants to take a jab at it. Or just send me an ask about it and we can all figure this au out as we go along.

And if you or anyone does write anything related to this idea, SEND ME A LINK TO IT PLEASE AND THANK YOU

[tricksterlatte]

1 and 8 for the fandom asks 😎

Oh hey there, Ling! Sorry in advance for all the P5 again!

1: list three positive things about your current fandom

I haven't seen a fandom explode with creativity years after release quite like this one. It's inspiring! Forever amazed by just how much food people can cook even without the spinoffs and collabs over the years.

They are also extremely good at putting together AUs or entirely new pieces of the story based on canon world building. The Palace designs for fanfics is absolutely insane, I can't believe what some fics like Joker and Akechi Palace AUs have cooked up over the years. First Step series, Beneath His Mask, and ATOTT came to mind as some fics that were superb with the Palace design and progression, but there are so many more and I'd love to read more!

And also thank you Goro Akechi for leading me to my wife. Still don't think I'll be able to tell my family about us meeting thanks to the fanfic in which Akechi punched Joker's dad for being homophobic, so uh...we'll skip that part if it comes up at any family gatherings.

8: you hope more people will come to appreciate...?

This may sound odd to any P5 fan who isn't in my specific sector of the fanbase, but...Makoto, actually? Genuinely a fun character, has so much potential, acts like a pretty realistic teenage girl and I still adore Mako/Ann so much. People will cite her law enforcement aspirations as why they dislike her and like...I get the logic, but at the same time, some of our own faves in previous games or even within p5 universe either join the force, join what's basically another type of law enforcement (Shad. Ops), or have knowingly, actually taken part in the corrupt system itself. I love all of the characters I just vaguely referenced, btw, so please don't misinterpret this.

I think it wasn't a well timed confidant for many players, particularly those who unlocked that rank after 11/20, but in NG+, my first time reaching that rank, I unlocked it before that even happened. Just because I'm not a fan of one story beat doesn't mean I won't assume the worst of her, and I think her joining Sae's career path as a defense attorney is an amazing headcanon and one I'm having a blast writing in my post-CTJ WIPs.

Thank you for the ask!

[sashi-ya]

my dear sashi. hello 🧎🏽‍♀️ i hope all is well with you and that you are having an amazing week 💞

i’m SO HAPPY that the royal event was chosen by the majority (i chose it also hehe)

i would love to request a prompt with sabo, please 🫠

sabo x f! reader, “the prince of the enemies kingdom” prompt, NSFW. Kinks: Praise/Degrade & Choking.

i am so excited to read the rest of the stories you create for this event 🥹🦋 thank you so so much.

-Minka

Hii honey!! of course!!! I hope you enjoy this fic! I kinda get excited with it, it's full of plot twists too! so pay attention to little details :3 thank u for requesting!!! 💖💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 ~ 𝕾𝖆𝖇𝖔 𝖝 𝕱! 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ~ 𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔��

tw: NSFW. Degrading and praising, hatefuck with an interesting twist. oral sex. vag. choking. hate/love. conspiracies. Based on OP universe. My princess are all badass, none of them are whiny little mannequins :P

wc: 3.3k

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You were not a typical princess. You have never been one.

And your Kingdom was so proud of you, because the Princess fought for their land, because the Princess ride her white horse and lead the troops and she would wield the sword like the bravest men.

In the front line, the war had been set. The enemy was once part of your own kingdom and fighting against them felt specially out of place. But they had a new commander now, and after some years they had declared war to you as a rebellious faction.

The are called the RA, or Revolutionary Army. Dragon, once dear friend of your father, the King, leads them under the premise of a new free land. And the prince, a kid that had grown up next to you, now holds the title of Chief of the troops…

“Sabo, I wonder what you look like now that you are a grown-up adult?”

The sound of your horse’s hooves against the mud of the battlefield guides your troops. They follow you with great passion and a big sense of loyalty, hoisting the flag of your nation like threaten emblems of patriotic feelings.

“Knights, ready to honour the freedom of your Kingdom!” you shout, pointing  your sword up to the stormy clouds above your head. Even if it’s cold and gloomy, the raindrops over your cheeks feel refreshing. Meeting thousands of enemies with sharp blades pointing towards you always makes your adrenaline levels rise up.

You, known as the best strategist, were of course the main target. “Kill the princess, once you kill their best soldier you will be able to defeat the whole army, and the King himself!” But it hasn’t been easy. Their best men weren’t able to kill you, not even to scratch you.

Cutting every soldier in your way you open your own path towards the enemy’s squad formation; your main target is him. Their general, their Chief… Sabo.

You remember him with golden locks and a missing tooth, cute little noble who was always getting in problems. He always rejected his noble family, and instead he would spend his time with Dragon. You still ask yourself why him, your father’s best friend, an uncle to you would turn his back to your family.

The battle continues for hours and hours, and as the sun comes down the time to stop has come. Both armies have set an hour to seize the fire until next day to start again. Your army has the advantage but yet -as your kingdom nor you are known for being bloodthirsty- you respect the time off, nevertheless.

You return to your base camp, annoyed because you haven’t seen your special target. How comes he hasn’t appeared yet? Who is commanding his squad then?

You walk side to side on your tent, your hair soaking wet and your clothes too. But you don’t care. Strategy is what matters the most, or maybe was just the fact that you wanted to see his face again? In any case you don’t seem to hear your helpers who are calling you.

“Princess!”. “Huh?”

Captain Koby, your most loyal subordinate pulls you out of your inner state of annoyance. He is holding a silver tray with some food on it. If you were to keep fighting you should get some rest and some food… even if you clearly weren’t planning on sleeping that night.

“Princess, you have to eat. Please” he insists, depositing the tray over the little table with your maps and sword. “Right, thanks Captain” you mumble, still thinking where the hell that bastard might me.

You devour the potato soup and the piece of rye bread. You shouldn’t be eating like the soldiers, you are Royalty, but you don’t care at all. You are not a princess to wear fancy dresses and smile in events, you are a true ruler, and someday you will be a Queen, a Queen of a free land.

And that was exactly what you hated the most of this situation, the RA hoists a flag of true freedom fighters when you consider your King to be one of the fairest rulers of all those lands. People aren’t used as slaves, nor even are required to pay any tribute to nobility. Why Dragon, and specially Sabo, had to act that way?

You could hear outside the changing of the guard and you knew it was pretty late already. The gloomy weather had now turn into a persistent rain creating some difficulties for next day’s battles but nothing you aren’t used to.  

A candle is the only source of light in your tent, a candle that burns bright accompanying eyes that won’t close. Your body feels the extreme exhaustion, but you can’t stop thinking about where their commander must be… and then, a sudden idea comes to your mind.

“What if he wants me to get into their camp? Maybe… maybe they want to stop this!”

What a naïve way of thinking, my dear princess… But there you are, riding your horse in the middle of the night, ploughing throw the immense lands of your kingdom. Hair flowing with the wind, your eyelashes collecting rain drops, the cold makes your fingers feel as if they were about to fall off.

You have told your subordinates not to follow you. The orders were clear, if you were not to return in exactly three hours from your departure, break the truce and charge against the east military settlement.

Your heart beats faster than ever, “is this excitement?” you ask yourself, getting carefully closer to their side. You decided that appearing before the guards riding your horse might me a little too much, and it will definitely put yourself in danger.  

“Chestnut, wait here” you tell your loyal companion, caressing her muzzle. She responds neighing and you hide behind and oak tree. You can see a lot of movements on their camp, red flags waving with the wind and apparently nobody is sleeping.

You narrow your eyes to find the main tent, that’s where Sabo must be. “Are they up because they are waiting for me? Or are they up because they are planning on attack during the night?” you whisper.

“They are awakened because they don’t know where I am”

A subtle voice announces you from behind you aren’t alone, and a gloved hand is now over your mouth preventing you from speaking. Your hand quickly tries to reach your sword, but you can’t. That stranger turns you around and pins you against the muddy log of that huge oak tree.

The subtle light of the moon through dense steel clouds allows you to see his golden locks falling over his face. A frilled shirt, top hat with a pair of blue goggles. “Hi” he whispers, still pressing his palm over your lips. The smell of leather invades your nostrils, and soon you realize who he is.

Flashbacks of that little sweet child of curly hair and a missing tooth come to your mind. His eyes look just the same, but now, over his left side you see a reddish burnt scar. You try to free yourself from his grip, but you can’t. Somehow you have become weak against him. Perhaps it’s the fact of being surprised, or even recognizing him after so many years… or maybe, just maybe, seeing your teenager year’s crush right in front of you looking now like a handsome man.

The pain he caused you when he left made you stronger, and now he is right in front of you… as your enemy.

“Don’t shout, and don’t try anything. I recommend you not to try to catch their attention or else you will be in disadvantage” he whispers before taking his hand off your mouth, but never letting go your wrists that are now pinned between your back and the tree.

You nod and maintain your calm. He is right. If his men knew you are there you would fall prisoner or worst… you will end up dead.

“S-abo?” you ask, stuttering. “Yes, my princess” he whispers so sarcastically.

“You were waiting for me?” you inquire, recognizing you sound more like a little child waiting for Santa than a General. Sabo smirks, his eyes become sloppy, his lips are a little chapped from the cold.

“I was waiting for you, yes. And you know? I wasn’t wrong… after all these years I’m still able to read your mind… Did you think I wanted to wave the white flag?” he asks you, laughing at you. It feels humiliating, and in fact it is. You’ve been tricked, and you let your own feelings get in the middle of your duties.

You look to the side; the closeness of his sight makes you nervous and frankly your cold upper limbs hurt from the wet wood carving on them. Sabo chuckles, he enjoys being in control. You’ve always knew.  His index and thumb grab your chin to make you look at him again. “Princess, how come that you a woman of such intelligence and strength could have fallen in such stupid trap, hm?”

You sigh, a fire lighting up inside your stomach coming up to your face. You aren’t able to say anything, what would you say after all? He was right, you were now his war prisoner. The Revolutionary Army have won the war by simply playing with the feelings of a stupid woman.

Your eyes get watery, it’s not sadness, it’s the impotence you are feeling. “Are you going to cry? Really? I thought you were stronger… but, oh well, you have always been a whiny little princess” he mocks you, pressing you harder against the tree as he detects your increasing motions under him.

“Kill me once and for all, Sabo” you tell him, spitting at his face after. He lets go of your chin and cleans the side of his mouth from your disrespectful act looking at the ground. His gloved hand suddenly -and violently- ends around your neck. The back of your head hits the log and you gasp.

Sabo presses his forehead against yours, the pain in his eyes is as strong as yours. “You want me to kill you, huh?” he grunts, choking you harder. You can hear the sound of the leather friction against your skin, the lack of air makes you dizzy, and you don’t even manage to grab your sword.

Your body… your body wants his proximity; your body wants his touch… even if that touch was violent and harmful.

“I have planned this for so long, (Name)… You have no idea” he spits, with accelerated breathing and hidden meaning behind those words. His warm breath mixes with yours, the gap in your lips begs to be filled by his.

You blink and a tear fall from the corner of your eye, mixing with the rain drops making you both wet. “Are you gonna cry for me, aren’t you?” Sabo asks and without hesitation he kisses you. His tongue violates you, his grip presses harder around your carotids, his body pressed against yours. Chest going up and down, desperate unleash of sexual desire in just one kiss.

Painful lips remain after his impulsive bites and nibbles, his hand has loosened the pressure around your neck, so you are able to grab some oxygen from the humid atmosphere of that green, mouldy forest.

“You are my prisoner now, you know that?” he asks, with his lips grazing yours, panting like a beast. “I know I am…” you accept your faith, watching as he takes the sword from your hip and throws it to the ground.

“Then walk with me” he says, pushing you to the dark path of the forest. You stumble upon your feet, but you don’t fall, he got his strong hand grabbing both of your wrists against the small of your back.  

A little tent, well hidden behind a bunch of bushes waits for you two. He pushes you inside, letting go of your hands. You land on all fours, hands and knees to a carpet covered soil. Some candles burning over a little table and nothing more.

“What- What is this place?” you ask, sitting on the floor and facing him. “A neutral spot for us to discuss” he says, leaving his hat over the table. You can appreciate the beauty of his manly face, and yet, he still looks like that cute little boy and later young man that would create ruckus around your father’s castle.

The warming light of the candles show the new scar that garnishes his eye, and you wonder how he got it. You also remember the day you kissed for the first time. You were still young; you were kids playing to be in love. Your first kiss, exactly one day before the revolution started.

“Why are you doing this, Sabo?” you ask, unable to stop your own tears from falling. “Stop! Stop crying!! You are pathetic, you know that?” he shouts, taking his wet coat revealing a see-through white shirt. He has grown strong, his body is the body of a man, of a real man.

He realizes you are looking at his abs peeking through the transparency of his clothes, and he can’t stop himself, not anymore.

He almost rips his shirt off, exposing his milky skin, also covered in burns tracing a path from his left eye down his collarbones and into his ribs. “You like this? Don’t you? You have become such a slutty princess” he grunts, already unbuckling his belt.

“Wh-at?” you act surprised as if your body wasn’t asking for that. “You know how many times I’ve seen you wearing those fancy dresses acting as if nothing had happened, the fucking newspaper showing you like the perfect princess… half your kingdom left, you know that? Huh? And you acting like a disgusting royal” he spits, with a huge pain and hatred in his words. Sabo crunches in front of you, pants semi open, hardness trying to free itself.

Your hands on the floor at each side of your hips, eyes wide open. “You have no idea how much I cried for your treachery, Sabo!!!” you cry out loud. “I haven’t betrayed anybody!! Your father had!!” he screams back, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back.

His lips land on your mandible, biting, licking, kissing you down your neck. “Sabo… what are yo-?” you ask, but you aren’t able to keep talking as his hands began tearing your clothes. “A princess wearing pants? You have always been a fucking rebellious bitch!” he chimes, getting more and more excited as you let him come closer and undress you.

Breasts exposed, so ready for him. The cold making your nipples hard and your skin bristle. “How much you have grown… princess” he moans before attacking them. His lips around them, sucking hard, nibbling on them. You whine, burying your nails on his arms. “Sabo… what are you doing?” you ask, moving forward so he can worship your chest more easily.

“You are gonna get fucked by the enemy” he says, taking his gloves off with his teeth. “And I will use your body as much as I please, that beautiful perfect body”

You, submitted to the most lustful confusion can’t stop him from kissing you so violently, you feel humiliated by your own self. He is the enemy now, why are you allowing him to tell you, no, to use your body?...

Because you want it as much as he does. Since forever, you’ve wanted him, you’ve loved him. Deeply, a treacherous desire

He crawls between your legs, kissing first your spasming belly. “Let me see how wet you are for me, because I know you want me, my dear slutty princess” he mumbles, discovering indeed the pooled wetness in your sex. You tremble, not sure if it’s because of the cold or because of the exhilaration of having the man you love, for which you have given up your nation, about to devour your body like a thirsty beast.

Lips land on your anatomy, he gloats at such dripping mess. Sabo smirks, the peak of his victory right before his eyes, served like a winning banquet. Legs held open by his strong fingers carved on your thighs, his tongue collecting your arousal manifestations. Tracing circles on your most sensitive point. Taking you slowly to heaven, praising without words a woman’s intimacy.

Succumbing to his oral skills, you are on the burst of climax. Not even you, the strongest general of your army can hold back such intense sensations. “Sabo I-“ you try to tell him, because you don’t know exactly if you want him to stop overstimulating you or for him to keep going.

“Are you coming? Huh? Well, you won’t then. I’m gonna use your body and I won’t let you come whenever you want” he says and stops eating you out. You feel frustrated, as if a canon was about to explode but someone would suddenly wet the spark.

You try to touch yourself; you need to finish. Sabo pushes your hand off, you are not allowed to cum, and he wants to show you how much he despises you… but does he really?

“Stop, slut. So needy to cum? Look at you, trying to touch yourself!” he smirks and laughs, but you know he would prefer to be making love to you instead of treating you like this.

And you take your chance.

“Make love to me, Sabo. Make love to me, I love you. You can claim my head after, you can win. You have said my father has betrayed yours… and I believe you. Kill me, but first, love me. Make love to me”

Sabo sits back on the floor, he pants, and his hatred expression turns into the saddest you have ever seen… “I hate you all, I hate you all! You are freedom slaughters! You, your dad, my biological father, mother! You, you will have to marry my brother you know that?!” he screams, taking his pants off, revealing finally his whole nudity.

He crawls once again on top of you, his hard, dripping sex lingers over your pelvic bone. His hand caress your cheek, but the other has your wrists pinned against the ground. His lips graze yours, breathing desperately, his thorax goes up and down. You can even see his ribs moving as he pants.

Sabo’s dark grey eyes fix on yours, and you understand exactly why Sabo was doing all of that… you know, you understand now.

Why the sudden attack? Why the sudden declaration of war?

Because the princess will get marry soon, to his disgusting brother. Not to him.

Because he had chosen freedom instead of monarchy, but his heart never left your side. And he prefers to break the world before seeing you getting married to another man. You are his, and he knows he is yours. And Sabo doesn’t hate you, and Sabo only loves you, and Sabo only wants you for himself. He only hates that you took so much time to come back to him.

And he makes love to you so passionately, melting both of you in one. A salty tear falling on your cheek, while the thrusts of his needy body hammer into you. Your nails carved on his back; your lips crushed against his. Muzzled I love yous mixing with grunts and moans.

The inevitable climax of two lovers that were finally free to love each other, filling and getting filled. Explosive, skin to skin, hearts beating so fast against each other’s chest.

Sweaty and exhausted, you rest on his arms as he plays with your hair.

“Your family wants you to marry to my brother, because they have associated to the Celestial Dragons…” he says, as if you didn’t know that already and your orders were for your troops to attack the east camp… and not the west one, where you are now…

No matter how, the hearts will always find their way to freedom ~

[mimzy-writing-online]

Writing Toph Beifong, Advice from a Blind Writer

I’m Mimzy, an actual visually impaired writer and blogger who talks a lot about writing blind characters accurately and sensitively. A while back someone sent me an anon asking how to write Toph more accurately and sensitively.

Anonymous asked: Hi there! Your blog has been super-helpful already - I thought I knew a bit about writing with blind characters, but it turns out there was a lot to learn - but this is more specific. I'm writing a The Last Airbender fanfiction, and one of the characters is Toph. I think the fandom has done a fairly good job of respecting her blindness, but what are some things you'd like to see when people write her? I want to represent the character as best as possible; thanks in advance!

It’s taken a while for me to answer because I have a lot of thoughts about it as both a blind writer and someone who has read a lot of atla fanfiction. So here we go:

Before we get started, I want to mention some things: 

One: I have an entire series for writing blind characters that continues to grow with time and the most up-to-date version can be found pinned as the top post on my blog. There will be a time-stamp for when the post was last edited and a long series of links to all relevant posts on the subject.

Here’s a quick link to that post, but again, all you have to do is click my blog url and you’ll find it immediately.

Two: I’ve noticed something amazing about the atla fandom and I would like to thank you for it. I’ve noticed a lot of bloggers have taken to writing image descriptions for both the fanart and memes you post in the fandom, whether it’s OP including the description or another blogger adding it themselves. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a fandom so consistently doing this and that’s incredible. Realizing how many different blogs were picking up this habit has warmed my heart.

I’d like to see writers use her other senses. There’s soooo so much more to her O&M (Orientation and Mobility) than earth sense. 

Beyond sight and earth bending, there’s hearing, touch, smell, taste, sense of direction, hot vs cold, sense of pain, sense of where your body parts are in relation to the rest of you, sense of internal well-being, etc. Before Toph had mastery of her earth bending, she had to have mastery of those too.

Toph also must have very strong opinions about certain smells, sounds, tastes, and textures. Toph is opinionated about everything, and when so much of your understanding of the world depends on senses that most people are ignoring in favor of some other sense you don’t have, it gets frustrating. I’m sure that tree looks pretty but the smell is terrible. Who cares if this fabric looks pretty, it’s scratchy, do. not. like. at. all.

But also in positive ways too. Oh, that flower arrangement looks bland and monochromatic? Who cares, it smells sweet and honey-like. Weird dark cavern with high ceiling and no light? The harmonics are awesome.

Every character probably has a certain sight or image they’re particularly fond of: Katara watching snow fall, or Aang enjoying how small the world looks from up on Appa, or Zuko enjoying the sunrise every morning during meditation. In that line, Toph must have some things personal to her that she enjoys.

I imagine she likes the taste of foods familiar to her childhood, the smell of whatever flowers grew around her home, and the texture of certain kinds of dirt Example: loose dirt probably isn’t the best for seeing, but I think she would enjoy how it feels to run her fingers through it or maybe enjoy the way it softens her perception of the world the same way sighted people like to see colorful, bright lights reflecting off puddles in the middle of rain.

If you struggle with this, that’s okay. I recommend taking some time to think about it for yourself, to find what tastes and smells and textures and sounds you enjoy the most, what makes you feel safe and at home, what brings you comfort, and relate that back to Toph.

In a Modern AU, I want to see Toph have a cane. Even in a Modern AU with bending included in the world building, I think Toph would benefit from having a cane.

The cane has a lot more function than bumping into things. A big part is that it signals to others that you are very obviously blind. Which is a big deal because sighted people are really, really bad at spotting the blind person.

(psst, please stop saying ‘the blank look in her eyes’ because I swear to god it’s been killing me inside for years.)

Also, even in an AU with bending, I think Toph would like the advantage of tapping her cane to create a stronger, more distinct vibration than a small shifting of her weight on her feet. It would have more control.

You could give Toph a guide animal, buuuuuuut, um, Toph is not a guide dog person. Like, there are some people who definitely prefer a guide dog, and some people who definitely prefer a cane, and some who definitely prefer no mobility device at all. Toph does not have the vibes of someone who wants to be both responsible and reliant on an animal when she’s so insistent that she can take care of herself on her own. Toph likes animals, but not that much.

Although, yeah, only 10% of the blind community use mobility devices, so cane and guide dog users are the minority of the blind community, but I stand by the vibe that Toph would love the independence of a cane. Also, it’s almost never ever done. Modern AUs never seem to touch much on Toph’s O&M skills with canes or guide dogs.

I wrote a whole post on everything you need to know about canes, what orientation and mobility is, how you learn O&M, what kind of canes exist, how to use them, how to describe the sensory input a cane gives you, and everything I know about guide dogs from past research.

Honestly, you could give Toph (or any blind character) a cane in any AU, because I fully stand by the theory that canes are a piece of technology that has been invented, lost, and reinvented again and again.

I wrote “I found a piece of lost blindness history” a few months ago after a visit to see my grandparents. My grandmother told me how her blind aunt found a way to write letters by hand to send to my grandmother when she was a child. I speculated on how the long cane has probably been invented and then lost and then reinvented over and over again in history, as well as giving a little history on the growing popularity of guide dogs in the 20th century following World War 1.

About the “blank look in her eyes,” I have a theory to the exact cause and nature of Toph’s blindness.

I know it’s common to think that the milky green color of her eyes is why she’s blind, though I’m not sure how many realize that milky green color is caused by severe cataracts. At least, cataracts is what I assume to be the reason for the color of her eyes. However, people with cataracts still have some remaining sense of light and shadow perception.

Only 9% of the blind community is completely blind, seeing absolutely nothing. The rest have some remaining vision, even if that’s only light and shadow perception or the perception of vague movement.

The percentage of people born completely blind is even smaller.

Toph says that she’s never been able to see, which would lead me to guess that the initial cause of her blindness was a defect with the visual processing part of her brain. I also theorize that the cataracts developed slowly over her very formative years and that she likely wasn’t born with them. For that reason, I think it would have taken a few weeks or months for her parents to realize there was something wrong with her eyes.

Here is a post about the developmental years of blind children and how their life would differ from both sighted children and from someone who went blind as an adult.

What is it like to see nothing?

It’s a concept that sighted people struggle with and I completely understand. I myself didn’t understand the concept of “nothing” until someone explained it as this:

“Imagine trying to see out the back of your head.”

Which, genuinely, imagine that. Try that. Because here’s what I found. There’s no part of my body that can help perceive that. I don’t have eyes there, nor do I have a part of my brain that can process that. Because of this, there is no sense of light or dark, no shape or shadow or movement or depth that I can perceive. There is nothing.

And honestly, it gives me a headache trying to think too much about it.

Toph doesn’t see black, doesn’t have a mental image of it. When people talk about light and dark, Toph has nothing to base the concept on. The closest relation she has to that is silence versus sound, or her earth sense when she’s in the air on Appa versus when she’s on solid ground. But it’s not the same.

I would like to examine the way the show tried to describe Toph’s earth sense, that black void with ripples of white stretching from her feet and outwards. Television is a visual medium so of course their explanation of Toph’s earth sense would be visual, but that’s not what it’s actually like in her head. More accurately, it’s like touching the back of your head to something and feeling what’s solid behind it and what has more give. A wall versus a pillow for example. Slamming your hand on a flimsy table and feeling it rattle under your palm. And for someone so adept at using that sense, she feels not just the table surface under her palm, but the individual rattles down the four legs, how uneven those rattles are because the legs are carved decoratively instead of solid planks, and how the foot of each leg bumps against the ground, and how the floor vibrates in response to the impact, which she feels in both her feet and hand. 

About Toph’s Relationship with Her Parents

It’s not something I see touched on much. There’s been a lot of focus on Zuko and Azula’s relationship with their parents and the abuse, as well as exploration of Sokka and Katara’s trauma with losing their mother, and Sokka looking up to his warrior father while Katara struggles with her abandonment issues.

Please don’t take this as a critique, because there are a few valid reasons for this and I would like to give you some insight on how to explore Toph’s relationship with her parents.

For starters, the show had a lot more reason to focus on Zuko and Azula’s parents, with Fire Lord Ozai being the primary villain and Zuko’s greatest abuser, and Azula’s dependent worship of her father in response to Ursa’s neglect and favoritism of Zuko, which was likely Ursa’s response to Ozai’s favoritism of Azula. Their parents are huge driving motivators for why Zuko and Azula make the decisions and mistakes they do, why they are at one point in the show the villains themselves. (And why I think Azula should get a redemption arc and some healing.)

Katara’s trauma of losing her mother and blaming herself is a huge factor in both her response to the war, her relationship with her bending, and her motherly nature with her friends. The show has to explore that. Just as it has to explore Sokka’s problems with toxic masculinity in response to being the man of his village, and his desire to be a great warrior and leader like the father he idolizes. 

The show needs to explore that to make the plot move forward, and it benefits from these being two sibling sets with different responses to their upbringing and different sibling dynamics, setting them up as foils for each other.

The show also wouldn’t benefit by giving Lao and Poppy Beifong more screen time. Their established character were two nobles who kept as far out of the war as possible and prospered monetarily for it. Poppy was polite and demure and Lao liked to lead the conversation. Unless the gAang decided to return to Toph’s home, those characters had no reason to pop up anywhere in the show. And if they did, they would be a hinder to Toph and her part in the plot as both Aang’s earth bending teacher and as the greatest earth bender in the world, tossing Fire Nation soldiers eight ways to Sunday. 

So truly, I understand that there’s not a whole lot of canon material (comparatively) to go off of when developing this, but I will offer some insight on what is there in canon.

Toph’s relationship with her parents is explored in that it maps out why Toph doesn’t want to be mothered by Katara, why she wants to prove how independent she is, but there’s very little on screen interaction between Toph and her parents.

Toph deeply loves her parents. I think that plays into why she doesn’t want Katara mothering her, because she has a wonderful mother at home who she loves and wants to better understand her, but she had no friends growing up and no older sister, which are the roles she needs and wants Katara to fill. If Toph wanted a mother figure, she would have latched onto Katara. Look at how Zuko never sought out another mother figure but did find a father figure in Iroh as he began to heal from his childhood trauma and separate his self image from his father’s acceptance.

Toph is in a complicated situation, she loves her parents but the way they’re raising her is hurting her in the long run. But Toph can see that their actions are because of their immense love for her. She can see how they would do anything for her. While she never had any examples of how other noble children were treated by their parents, who might have been distant or disinterested or always away for their social and work lives, she was remarkably loved by her parents. Her father put careful thought into her tutors and checked in on her progress. Her mother feared for Toph’s emotional state when she was kidnapped (even if she was incorrect about how Toph would respond), showing genuine empathy for her daughter.

I think their over protective nature became the love language Toph best understood them by, and part of her reasoning for not revealing how capable she was, was because she wanted to keep experiencing that love and care for as long as she could. But it’s not a love language she would put up with from anyone else.

I would like to point out Toph’s genuine excitement to see her mom again in the season finale of Book Two, how badly Toph wants her mom to understand and accept her for who she is.

My thoughts on what Toph can’t do: read, swim, see in the sand, fight things mid-air.

For how incredibly powerful the show makes Toph with her earth bending and the O&M she taught herself through it, they do touch on some of her weaknesses when they come up and find a useful way to showcase them.

The Serpent’s Pass was an excellent example of Toph’s vulnerability in water. From her fear of not being able to see on Katara’s ice bridge to not being able to swim and needing Suki to save her, Toph’s weaknesses putting her in danger added to the excitement and “sitting on the edge of your seat” feeling while watching the episode without turning her into someone who was helpless. She was just in a position where her normal defenses were useless.

Just like the earth benders in the metal prison in the ocean, or Katara having little water in the middle of a desert where her friends needed that water to survive more than she needed it to fight, making her vulnerable later in the show when the insect-wasp things attacked. Just like fire benders being weaker at night, or powerless during a solar eclipse, or a sighted person being lost in the dark. Those were just situations in which the tools you were accustomed to relying on could no longer help you or were taken away.

The show was clever in that it didn’t make her inability to read a direct threat to her safety, but rather as a clever plot device for her to be alone when the sand banders attacked and have to choose between fighting them to save Appa, or holding back an entire fricking building by the tiniest spire on its very top from falling into a void leading to the spirit world. It also showed her weakness to not being able to see or fight as well in sand. Which the show later made an effort to show how she’d improved on that problem in Book Three when she was surrounded by nothing but sand at Ember Island.

Like improving her ability to see in the sand, I would like to see a character teach Toph to swim, or at least float, so that she never feels helpless again. If she took the initiative to improve her sand bending so much, I’m sure she would have learn to swim eventually.

And on the note of reading, I’ve seen some speculation on how Toph could learn to read, whether it’s through using ink that has some percentage of earth mixed in, or developing the sensitivity to feel out the different weight, consistency, and texture of ink on paper. 

I would like to bring your attention to Louis Braille, the blind Frenchman who invented Braille while studying at  the Institut National des Jeunes Aveugles, the world’s very first school for the blind in Paris France (established 1785). Previously Louis was learning to read through a method in which each letter was pressed into the paper to leave an imprint that someone could feel out with just their fingers.

Louis Braille concluded that raised lettering was impractical because-

1.       It is difficult to read, the letters had to be printed in huge font to be fully felt out and printed on thick paper.

2.       Thick paper means higher quality, more expensive. Larger font means more paper is needed for a single text.

3.       This made it inaccessible due to expense and the sheer volume of a text.

4.       If today’s Braille books are hard to access and giant compared to traditional books, I can’t imagine how inaccessible those raised letter books really were.

The subject of Braille, the start and controversial near downfall to  Institut National des Jeunes Aveugles were discussed in a post about writing a blind character during the Victorian Era.

I’ve heard others complain in the past about fantasy universes in which a sighted person invents a solution to allow the blind to read, when the most effective and longest lived method was invented by a blindman over two hundred years ago and is the standard taught in schools today.

And while I couldn’t easily explain it or how it works because I can neither read Braille nor speak Chinese, I can tell you that Chinese Braille exists and works only slightly differently from the Braille western languages use. So, again, modern AUs especially would benefit from enabling Toph to read Braille and use a computer and phone with screen reader.

But just as easily you could choose not to have her learn to read but rather have sighted people read things aloud to her. Whether it’s in a professional setting as an adult having an assistant who reads and writes for her, or as a cute, fluffy little moment between Toph and another character. Both are just as genuine to the blindness experience.

Blind Jokes

If you ever get around to reading my post about blind jokes, I’d like you to remember that it’s primarily written for people writing original characters and that Toph canonically makes blind jokes, so to take away from that would not be true to her character.

Does Toph’s Earth Sense Negate her Blindness?

It’s a question I’ve seen raised before and discussed by both abled, disabled, and blind people. There are multiple perspectives on it, but my own take on it is that Toph’s earth bending does not negate her blindness, but rather functions very much like the process of learning to use a cane.

She had a tool, a teacher, and she learned to use that tool. Instead of a cane, it was seismic perception and her teacher were blind badger-moles. She spent years learning to earth bend as they do and then continued to take it to new heights as she explored fighting with it on her terms against sighted fighters.

Come to think about it, I would love to see Toph teach another visually impaired or blind earth bender who to see and bend as she does.

Is Toph Good Blindness Representation?

This question was posed to me in the comments of my master post, and my answer was something like this: “Toph is good representation, but she can't be the only type of representation we get. She's the best we had 15 years ago, but there are a million ways to nuance the blindness experiences. Toph's experience being born blind, having very over protective parents, being a small girl in a patriarical and wealth influenced society, having no friends growing up. Those are all great aspects of blindness to show, but there is so much more to explore. As for her blindness and whether or not that's negated, that's also nuanced. She has limits, she's not all-powerful, but she is the best earth bender hands down. More or less, I love Toph, she's a great character, give me like a million more blind characters who are completely different from her.”

I want to see accurate and well-written blind characters become much more common in modern media, and that’s why I started this blog. So if you decide you want to write your own blind character from scratch, feel free to come back and look at some of my other stuff.

End Notes:

I want to thank the anon who sent the original question because it never occurred to me how much the atla fandom would benefit from a post like this. 

You should follow my blog. Along with advice about writing blind characters, I write general writing advice and answer questions about writing, college, plot development, character analysis, and living with blindness. I curate writing advice from fellow writeblrs, write my own image descriptions for writing memes, post about mental health and working/living with ADHD, disabilities outside of blindness, and LGBTQA+ topics. 

[cyborg-franky]

Franky these April prompts are wonderful! I love these its hard to choose, as ALWAYS you do such an amazing job~

May I get prompt 12 or 16 with either Thatch or Buggy please and thank you darlin~

GASP thank you <3 enjoy some bread yumyum.

Thatch x GN Reader SFW MODERN AU Word Count: 352

“I know you don’t feel great, so let’s stay home today, okay?” Thatch said, warmth in his voice as he brushed back your hair, smiling as you blinked up at him lazily.

“Are you sure? I know you really wanted to go out for dinner… it’s your only day off this week..” You mumbled, feeling guilty that your hardworking partner was going to cancel plans so you could stay in. You felt like a sad sack, feeling pitiful.

“I wanted to spend time with you.” He chuckled and leaned down kissing your furrowed brow.

“Honestly, out at dinner or curled up on the sofa with a takeout, as long as it’s with you I don’t care how I spend my day off, I promise, Puddin’”

You sighed and leaned into his touch, wriggling loose of your depression nest and resting your head on his thigh, he trailed patterns over your arms, and back, playing with strands of your hair as you tried to calm down the anxiety building inside.

“How about,” he began as he carefully rearranged you to look at him, sitting you up and brushing down your ruffled nightclothes. “We order in food, catch up on our stories huh? We have like what, five episodes in a row?”

Unable to believe how lucky you were, this man was a gem, so gentle and kind. You nodded slowly, leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips. He chuckled against the kiss; you felt the light vibrations of the action tickle your lips.

“Is that a yes?” he grinned.

You admired the laugh lines and crow’s feet on his face, all tell-tale signs that he’d lived a life full of mirth. It was true, you made one another laugh until your stomachs hurt. He stood up, offering his hand which you gladly took, allowing him to pull you into his strong arms.

Thatch kissed your forehead, his beard tickling you, he rocked you in place gently, humming one of your favourite songs, chasing away the bad mood, helping to cast light in your heart big enough to hinder the looming shadows.

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Hi! What are your thoughts on atla modern aus? Love em, hate em, neutral? What do you think the gaang's occupations would be as adults in a modern au?

I love a good story. I don't particularlly care about the setting. I've written two or three Modern AUs myself. I wish they could be modern in universe, though. By that I mean, I wish 'modern' wasn't synonymous with "real world/no powers". I'd love to see more people explore how bending would be handled in a post industrial ATLA world. And I admit I've done it myself. I have them in modern settings without bending, and I've only justified it's absence once. So I guess I'll have to be part of the change I want to see in the fandom.

As for what jobs they'd have, I'll start off with the easiest first.

Aang would run a food co-op, or an animal shelter. Or he'd be a professional grad student studying either philosophy, literature, or some combo of both. He'd mainly be known as That Vegan Guy, though, and he'd absolutely still be flirting with college freshmen and sophomores when he's pushing 30.

Toph makes no sense as a cop, but I think she'd be an amazing defense attourney. I've made this comparison before, but I see her as a Maxine Shaw type of lawyer. She's ruthless, competitive and she doesn't back down from a challenge. I think she'd probably work as a public defender for most of her career before clawing her way onto the judge's bench.

Sokka would end up in science or engineering. In a modern AU, I see him working at the ATLA equivalent of NASA. Or working as a high school science teacher. He'd either be world famous, or everyone's favorite teacher. Or he'd be a tattoo artist.

Suki is the most likely to be a cop, but I think she wouldn't stay long once she saw how corrupt the system is. She'd probably end up working for the coast guard or the ATLA version of FEMA. No matter where she ends up, though, she would absolutely start out in the military. Probably the marines.

Zuko and Katara are the hardest for me to put in any specfic job. They are my favorite characters, so I have put a lot more thought into what their jobs might be. I could see either of them being teachers. Katara would probably work in elementary or middle school. Zuko would probably be in middle or high school. For some reason I could see Zuko as a professor (and he would probably end up with Aang in his class eventually).

Zuko could also end up running a corporation, I think. I see him taking over from Ozai and spending years undoing the damage his father caused. I made Zuko a homicide detective once, and that felt right. He would be a less problematic version of Det. Stabler. It also felt right having Zuko be a bar tender.

Katara gets written as a doctor a lot, and I could absolutely see that, but I think she'd make an amazing local politician. She would be an advocate of making changes at a local level to make changes at a national level. She could end up being president or prime minister or whatever the highest ranking office is, but her passion for actually helping people would keep her from aiming any higher than the mayor's office. And yes, I have imagined a Parks and Rec AU, thank you. I also can't shake the idea of Katara as a fashion designer. I think Katara is lowkey a fashionista, and I'd love to see her start a world famous fashion line.

[xchoco-mixturex]

🤍 Yunise? 😳🙏

YAY!

Yunise, modern AU! where everything is fine, they got out, and now her family is bigger, adults and yadas.

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Who cooks meals for the other? Mayuko. Yuri just knows how to make premade stuff. Also Yuri likes to try things more than make it.

Who spams the other with memes?  Yuri. She would toooootally spam Mayuko about funny memes.

Who likes to tidy around the house? Both! They would totally make it either competitive or funny! Yuri tends to make a teeny tiny mess when she naps though.

Who likes to play pranks on the other? Yuri. She would totally prank Mayuko to see her flustered or grumpy. She finds her adorable!

Who asked the other to move in with them? Yuri. Well, Mayuko already lives alone due her father being a shitty asshole, and Yuri found the best chance once everything was settled if Mayuko wanted to go and live with her, together, as a couple. She said yes almost- um- inmediately.

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride? Mayuko. Well, she respect Yuri's liking of music but...Most of her music are videogame osts and anime osts and she loves her a lot but like, she needs a change of ambient.

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? Yuri~~ She would loove to see if Mayuko actually laughs since she never laughs that much, compared to her. When she gets she is rather ticklish, she gets the goal to herself to always try and get her to laugh!

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies? Mayuko, yes, controversial, both girls are badass and faced evil but do I have to insist Yuri is still fucking scared of mf Sniper--? Maybe she stiiiiill needs someone to hold her. Also, Yuri might not be scared of the movie per se, but when Sniper appears to grab something in the middle of the dark room and Yuri sees him she just hides behind Mayuko. Mayuko says to annoy him that Yuri finds him 'fugly'. He takes it seriously (? (friendship~)

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology? Neither to be honest. Both are rather well versed with technology, Yuri has to teach Mayuko about arcades and gameplays thought, so they can both play together!

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? Yuri, she likes to tease Mayuko from time to time, and she has to keep it cool in before she loses it and thanks god for an amazing girlfriend. Rika and Sniper annoy Yuri with that for them to 'get a room'.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? Mayuko. She makes the breakfast and wakes up Yuri with a kiss on the forehead. Yuri is, actually , a bit awake when she smells Mayuko's cooking since she loooves Mayu's food. But she likes to feel her kiss on the forehead and she just giggles.

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? Both! Mayuko takes photos of Yuri being adorable, silly, goofy, everything! Since Yuri for her is her sunshine and she is just mesmerized with her persona and she is her joy. Yuri finds Mayu just so adorable she takes photos whenever she is embarrassed, happy, or with animals, she finds Mayuko really pretty and cherish every single facet of herself.

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? Yuri... bad habit! Usually from when she goes out with her siblings. It got stuck with Mayuko sadly, thankfully, Mayuko doesn't mind but aaaalways has to remind her about to bring her wallet with her, she says she will. spoiler...she doesnt.

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? Mayuko. I'm so sorry Yuri, but in the special you were literally dangling from the bed. Yuri would totally steal the blanket, rest all over Mayuko's body, snore, drool, ALL STUFF!

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? Yuri. Hell! She tries to teach Mayuko about videogames and ends up beating always her arse. She tries to apologize and lower her competitiveness, but growing up with Rika who is an OP master in videogames, her competitiveness is in her BLOOOOD!

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? Yuri. sometimes due the drooling her mouth ends up dry and wakes up in the middle of the night for a glass of water. Every single time Mayuko wakes up with something in hand, knife included, because she things someone broke in...Is just her sleepy girlfriend though. She always scolds Yuri for that because she ends up scaring her and fears she would hurt her accidentally. She says she would try not to wake up in the middle of the night and get herself a glass of water before falling asleep. Spoilers...She doesn't

[ray-ray-writings]

Hhhhh Sapnap and Gogy (separately) flirting (in-game au) with the reader and the reader just has no clue how to react-

Like they give them flowers, gold, foods, etc, anything and everything the reader wants and essentially spoiling them as a way to try and woo them

Listen this is amazing. I also decided to add Dream because I’m a simp….

Sapnap would have no clue how to flirt with you. He definitely asks Dream and George and they shrug and say just give you things because we both know that they’re own personal love language is gift giving. So he does. He hears you need a new material for your home? He hands you literal stacks of it the next day. You need to go to the nether? There’s a new pair of gold boots to ward off Piglins in your hand before you can even think. You’re a little hungry? There is a whole buffet laid out in front of you. He is just so attentive to where you are and what you need at all times. And you are just kind of clueless as to why Sapnap is doing so much for you. He’s been a great friend before this, but this just seems excessive. But it isn’t until the day he hands you just a single flower with a light blush on his cheeks do you finally see what it all was for. “Thank you Sapnap” You say as you reach out and take the single rose. “No problem… I hope you like it,” he says, looking down at his feet, redness coating his cheeks. Your nose tilts down as you take in a deep smell of the flower. “It’s very sweet. Just like you.” Sapnap’s cheeks flush darker. You pull your face out of the flower and lean forward and press a small kiss to his cheek. For a moment, Sapnap.exe has stopped working. But then a huge smile overtakes his face and he cradles the place where your lips touched his skin. “Uhhh.. Thank you… For that,” And you can only giggle at the shyness that has overtaken your confident boy. 

I believe that George has admitted that his favorite biome is the flower biome. So I just think he would travel there so often and would gather a bunch of different types of flowers and bring them back and store them away somewhere safe. And then he would literally give you a different flower bouquet every. single. day. Like Sunday he appears and gives you a bouquet of white daisies. You accept them, thinking he was just being nice and besides you needed some new flowers to brighten your windows anyway. But then the next day he comes over with a bunch of lilacs. Again, you accept them, this time a little confused, but grateful nonetheless, you have another window that needs flowers anyway. But then it doesn’t stop. Everyday is a new bouquet to fill the empty spaces of your home and everyday your confusion grows. You’ve tried asking George about it but he just blushes and shrugs saying that the pretty flowers remind him of you. It isn’t until a literal week goes by do you actually realize because today’s bouquet was a bunch of red roses. “Do you know what these represent?” George asked shyly as he holds the stems out to you. You take them and take a deep breath in through your nose to smell them before you look back to George with a soft smile, “Of course! Everyone knows what red roses represent!” And George just kind of looks at you for a moment before it sets in. “Oh,” you let out softly. “Yeah” he responds. You then proceed to set the roses down before pulling him into a tight hug. “I love you too Georgie” 

Dream loves to give you just super nice things all the time. He’s pretty OP and he definitely has the money and materials to spare. So he gives you beautiful jewelry he purchased from the village that for sure wasn’t cheap, the best enchanted armor anyone could ever want, if you get something from Niki’s bakery, he always pays for it. Sometimes you go in without him, thinking you can buy your own sweets, only to find out Dream has given Niki a lot of money as a sort of ‘gift card’ for you whenever you do things like that. He sometimes just gives you diamonds for fun because ‘his precious jewel deserves precious jewels’. And you know he’s giving you all these things but you simply cannot figure out why. Sure he gets gifts for his best friend’s George and Sapnap, but he never goes to this extent for them. So the next time he’s with you and gives you a present, in this case it was a beautiful emerald ring, you ask him. Dream is a little stunned at the question, because he thought he was making this very obvious. So he reaches out, cups your cheek, and leans in really close. “Have I not made it obvious my jewel?” And you just kind of shake your head no, a little dumbstruck at the closeness you two are sharing. He chuckles a little bit before speaking again, “In that case… May I kiss you?” And you can only nod. His lips surge forward and meet yours in an extremely passionate kiss. His lips are so soft and sweet against yours and you can only melt to his touch. Needless to say, you finally understood the meaning behind all his gifts.

[noona-clock]

The Demon 👿 Tick Tock

Genre: Star Trek!AU

Pairing: Brian x You

Warnings: Some Emotional Angst

Words: 2,692

Day and Night  👿 Zombie  👿 Tick Tock  👿 Love me or Leave me  👿 STOP  👿 1 to 10  👿 Afraid

“Did you eat?” “Did you have a hard day today?” Even the usual conversation. For us now, I feel like it’s a luxury. We’re not talking to each other. We’re not talking much.

“I’m home,” Brian called out as he stepped back into your shared quarters at the end of the day. In the back of his mind, he knew you wouldn’t suddenly be there to greet him or even answer back that you were happy to see him. But he still said it every single time.

Now that he thought about it, wasn’t that the unofficial definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over in hopes it would produce different results?

Just as he’d suspected, you were curled up on the couch with a cup of hot tea, your eyes glued to a book. (Yes, a real paper book. You were old-fashioned like that. It was one thing about your personality Brian had been extremely attracted to after meeting you.) You hummed to let him know you’d heard him and acknowledged his presence... and that was it.

One hum. Not even a ‘Hi’ or a smile. You didn’t even turn to look at him.

How had it gotten this bad? How had it gotten to the point where even having a conversation with you felt like a luxury? Something so out of the ordinary, he could hardly even fathom it now?

But you used to have such amazing conversations. You had been the only person he’d ever met who matched his level of crazy, random intelligence, the only person he’d ever been able to say anything to and not feel like a complete weirdo.

And now the two of you hardly said anything to each other at all.

I’m afraid when the conversation is over Even between us our relationship will end And I’m not putting a period on it

After hours of laughing and talking about nothing. Where the hell have we been? The warm words that we shared all night long. without saying good night and ‘I miss you’ We fall asleep

You still, at least, made sure there was food waiting for him when he got off his long shifts. Being one of the Chief Engineers on a Star Fleet space station was no easy task, and he was always starving by the time he got back to your quarters.

Though he didn’t really know if you made the food just for him... or if you simply left enough from your own dinner.

At this point, he didn’t want to ask.

Tonight, you had made (or replicated) boiled Krada legs, a favorite dish for both of you. It prompted him to make another attempt, and when he sat down at the table, he said, “This looks delicious. Thank you for making it.”

You did look up at him this time, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “You’re welcome,” you replied before going right back to reading your book.

Well. It was something.

As he began to eat and you continued to read and sip your tea, Brian started thinking about this -- started trying to figure out the path the two of you had taken to get here.

He went all the way back to the first time something had changed majorly in your relationship: when Brian had been assigned this position here on Deep Space Eleven a little over a year ago.

You were a teacher, and since the station was home to hundreds of civilians and Star Fleet crew, it had been easy enough to get you a job here. Plus, you had been so enamored with Brian at that point, you proclaimed you would’ve moved anywhere for him.

He’d gotten busy once he’d started this job, but for quite a while, you were still actively and outwardly happy to see him when he got home. You would tell him all about your day and the crazy things your students had said and done, and then you would listen intently as he told you about his day.

He couldn’t even really remember when you’d stopped doing that. It must have been gradual. So gradual that he hadn’t even really noticed... until the day he had noticed.

So, just what the hell had actually happened?

I think this is it We both changed We were happy every day. But now, I’m not laughing anymore.

I think this is it. This room is too quiet. I don’t have anything left to This night, when I hear the sound of a clock, Tick tock Tick tock

While he was still eating dinner, you had gotten up from the couch and headed into the bedroom, presumably to get ready to go to sleep.

No goodnight kiss -- no “Good Night” even! You’d just stood up and walked away, taking your book with you.

But, then again... Brian hadn’t done anything to stop you. He hadn’t called out to you or asked you if you were going to bed. Apparently, he was crazy enough to keep trying every night when he got home, but that was the limit to his insanity. One try, and that was enough.

As soon as he cleaned his plate, Brian headed into the bedroom himself. The light was already turned off, and you were already turned away from him breathing deeply and evenly as you slept.

Thoughts of how it used to be flashed through his mind as he changed into his night clothes: even though the two of you had just talked before, during, and after dinner, you’d still found plenty of things to discuss as you’d laid in bed. You would laugh and giggle, whisper and murmur, kiss and cuddle.

But now only silence filled the room. Silence all around him as he got underneath the blanket and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling.

Well, not total silence. 

You had a clock in the room -- an old-fashioned clock with hands and a pendulum and everything. You liked that old-fashioned kind of stuff, remember? Books and clocks fascinated you.

So, now, instead of laughs and giggles and whispers and murmurs and kisses, Brian heard silence and the tick tock of that old clock.

He hadn’t even noticed how loud the clock was until he’d noticed things were different between you two. And now he wondered if he would ever be able to forget how loud it was.

Not just the mind. Even when we’re together. There’s a gap between us I think we’re almost there. You know that, even if it hurts too much

When Brian’s alarm went off for work the next morning, one of the first thoughts to pop into his mind was: Today has to be the day.

Today couldn’t be just another day when he got back to your quarters after fixing runabouts and Starships passing through this area of the Beta Quadrant for so many hours and simply said “I’m home,” hoping you would magically respond the way you used to.

No, today had to be different; otherwise, he really would classify himself as insane.

I mean, things had to change eventually. Why not today?

As it turns out, today was the day everything would change... but not how Brian expected.

The first half of the day was fairly typical, although he’d had to do a lot more work on a Starship’s warp core than he would’ve wanted. But other than that, nothing out of the ordinary happened.

After his lunch break, however, as he was tweaking and fine-tuning the station’s database in the ops center...

You appeared.

...Well. You and about fifteen small children.

You were leading them around, pointing out things, talking to the Captain of the station, and doing your best to keep the Chief Medical Officer’s kid from wandering off.

Brian stood there watching you for so long, he couldn’t even remember what he’d been doing by the time you began to make your way over to him.

“And here we have a Chief Engineer of the station,” you told your students as you came to stand next to him. “We don’t have to worry about the station breaking down because this man here helps keep it running every single day.”

Brian blinked at you, sort of in a trance because... he couldn’t quite understand or believe what was happening. When you shifted your gaze from your class over to him, he finally came to and forced a smile onto his lips.

“Well,” he told the children with a slightly awkward chuckle. “Me and quite a few other engineers.”

You all stood there for a few minutes, Brian answering as many questions as he could before you gently interrupted and told your students it was time to go back to the classroom.

“Line up at the door and wait for me,” you told them with a nod, and as they began to shuffle away from you, you turned to Brian and put a hand on his arm. “We decided to take a field trip around the station. We’re learning about communities, and we have our own little community right here on the station, so... I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. When I woke up this morning, you were already gone.”

Again, Brian blinked at you for a few moments... but then he put his free hand over yours. “It’s... all right,” he murmured. “It’s just nice to see you.”

Because it was. It really, really was. Nice to see you and hear you say more than three words to him.

A smile curved your lips, and you leaned in to place your lips on his cheek.

Brian’s heart flipped over, something it hadn’t done in a long time.

But before you left to go join your students, you whispered, “Can we talk when you get home?”

...Could you read minds? He had been thinking about getting back to your quarters and talking to you about your relationship the whole day. And now here you were asking him to do just that.

He nodded, and you squeezed his arm in response before letting go and walking over to the quiet line of children waiting for you.

And then a few hours later, when he stepped in through the door to your quarters, you were waiting for him.

You were actually sitting at the dinner table. Your gaze shifted up to lock with his when the door opened, and you stood, clasping your hands with a very cautious smile on your lips.

Before Brian could say anything, you hurried over to him and took his work bag off his shoulder.

“How was your day?” you asked.

...What was going on? You hadn’t asked about his day in... weeks? Months? He really had no idea.

“It was all right,” he answered. “Spent too much time working on a Starship’s warp core this morning, but I got it done.”

“Warp cores have never been your favorite,” you replied with a soft chuckle. “I made Jumbo Romulan mollusks. And Vulcan spice tea.”

Two of his favorite dishes.

...Were you going to break up with him or something? And you’d made one of his favorite meals to soften the blow?

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked as you took his hand and led him over to the table.

“Let’s eat first,” you answered, pulling out a chair for him. “Talk later.”

Except you ended up talking while you ate, though Brian was positive the conversation topic wasn’t the one you had in mind. During dinner, you asked more about his work day -- and he about yours. You talked about things you’d heard from your family back on Earth, gossip from around the station, and even the current goings-on in Star Fleet.

It was like old times, and Brian truly wasn’t sure what to think.

He offered to clean up, as he always did when you cooked, and as he stood at the replicator with your plates... he suddenly felt your arms slide around his waist. He felt your cheek press against the back of his shoulder.

He froze, his heart momentarily stopping, and he wasn’t sure if it was because he was worried or relieved. Worried that you might break up with him or relieved you were finally touching him like this again.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, and he felt the vibrations against his back as you spoke.

“...For what?” he asked hesitantly. “Dinner was delicious.”

“No... I’m sorry for... everything.”

Brian set your empty plates into the replicator, barely even waiting for them to vaporize away before he tried to turn around to face you. But you tightened your hold, not letting him just yet.

“I’m sorry that things have been so... not good.”

It was funny because Brian knew exactly why you hadn’t said ‘bad.’ I mean, it’s not like the two of you had been fighting. There was no anger or hatred between you lately, it was just... All of the warmth in your relationship had been missing.

But maybe that had just been temporary?

“Y/N --”

“No, please. Let me finish.”

Brian pressed his lips together, and nodded.

“I think I just... got tired. Your shifts started getting longer and longer, and you didn’t feel like talking as much when you got home. So then I didn’t feel like talking as much. You started getting home so late, and I was too hungry to wait, so I just... started eating dinner by myself. And going to bed by myself. And I’m sorry that I never thought to actually talk to you about it. I never thought to tell you that I was... lonely. And then I just got so used to everything. Used to eating by myself and going to bed by myself and doing everything by myself that I just never said anything.”

Brian’s heart stopped as he listened to you.

All this time, how had he never realized...

He’d seen that you’d grown colder, but he had never even thought to ask why.

So... it was honestly both of your faults. Brian had been too busy to understand that his busy schedule was hurting your relationship, and you had been too tired to admit to him that you were lonely. He had been too cautious to ask you why you never talked to him anymore, and you had been too comfortable to do anything different.

He did turn around then, reaching his hands up to cradle your face, tilting your head so you would look at him.

“I’m sorry, too,” he murmured. “I noticed how drastically things had changed, I just never realized it was because of me. Because I’m working too much.”

“I understand why you have to,” you whispered.

“And I understand why you got lonely,” he whispered back, leaning forward to place his forehead against yours and sliding his arms around your shoulders.

“I promise, I’ll try harder to actually be there for you. To talk to you and -- and to love you,” you told him, your voice starting to choke up with emotion.

Hearing the word ‘love’ come out of your mouth set Brian’s heart afire, and he didn’t waste one more moment before capturing your lips in a kiss.

I think this is it. This room is too quiet. I don’t have anything left to This night, when I hear the sound of a clock, Tick tock Tick tock

He could hear the clock again. The loud tick tock filling the bedroom -- along with the silence. It was just the same as it had been last night.

...Except it wasn’t the same.

It was only silent in the room because you were asleep, and Brian’s mind was far too active to even think about sleeping yet. But not even ten minutes ago, it hadn’t been silent.

There had been laughs and giggles. Whispers and murmurs. Kisses and cuddles. In fact, you were cuddled up against him right now as you slept, one hand gripping his shirt as your forehead pressed into his neck.

After your kiss in front of the replicator, things had slowly gone back to the way they’d used to be. You’d told him you’d missed him, and Brian had picked you up and carried you bridal-style into the bedroom.

You’d had one of your typical nighttime conversations as you’d laid in bed. You’d laughed and giggled. Whispered and murmured. Kissed and cuddled.

A smile tugged at Brian’s lips as he thought about it, and he pulled you closer to him, turning to place a kiss on the top of your head.

This is it, he thought. I was right. Today was the day.

Things had been different, and everything had changed.

In the absolute best way, of course.

Brian still loved you -- with all his heart. He had never stopped loving you, he had just... stopped trying. And so had you.

He was sure things would get difficult between you again. Many times in the future. It couldn’t always be happy and easy and wonderful. Life just wasn’t like that.

But he did know one thing for certain: he wouldn’t always hear the loud tick tock of your clock and think of the sound negatively. Silence wasn’t always bad, as long as it wasn’t always silent.

[driversmutbucket]

Kitten Part VII

Kylo AU x Reader

Here we go againnnnnn. Im not sure how the hell this fic has become so long. It’s going to start wrapping up in the next part. Enjoy friends!

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, praise kink Tag list: @reyloaddict55​ @candycanes19​ @jediminddicks1000​ @finn-ray-nal-beads​ @maybe-your-left​ @thegreenmatt​ @morby​ @sydneyssmut​ @contesa-lui-alucard

To start this fic from the beginning, please refer to my masterpost. 

The week slipped by.

Your dress from Kylo arrived at work on Friday morning, no chance to back out of wearing it.

You took the garment bag and an additional box into your office and shut the door. 

You hung the garment bag on the back of the door. Too nervous to open it just yet. You had enough information to trust his taste, he had your sizing, but part of you was still nervous you would be faced with a dress 2 sizes too small that resembled a wench costume.

Exhaling through your mouth slowly you opened the box. 

You frowned. There were 2 separate parcels. Black tissue paper - of course. You almost rolled your eyes.

You removed the first parcel. Definitely a shoe box. You gasped when you removed the paper and opened the box. 

“Fucking hell Kylo.” You muttered. .

You had watched enough Sex and the City and read enough Vogue to recognize the unmistakable embellishment. Black Manolos. 

You stroked the shoe in wonder, marveling at the craftsmanship. 

You repeat your deep yoga breaths, trying not to panic. This was a lot. Extravagant. You knew damn well how much shoes like this cost. You purchased luxury goods from time to time, usually feeling nauseous after the transaction.

You moved to the next parcel, removing it from the box carefully.

Teasing open the tissue paper you broke into a grin. Black lace. A tiny scrap of a thong and a strapless bustier. You grazed your fingers across the fabric, it was beautiful, the bustier was mostly sheer, the boning visible. 

You were seeing the vision, and you were in support of it, chewing your lip as you imagined yourself in just the lingerie and heels. Imagining the look on his face when he saw you in your gifts. 

“Ok, let's do this.” You murmured to yourself, walking over to stand in front of the garment bag. 

Another deep breath. You slowly unzipped the bag. The first thing you saw was the label. You were going to kill him. This was too much. 

Alexander McQueen, fucking McQueen! You knew it was going to be perfect before you even had the whole bag open.

The neckline was an elegant sweetheart cut. The hourglass silhouette, midi length and black fabric exuded understated elegance. You turned the dress to find a back slit at the hem. 

You held it, staring in awe. It was beyond anything you could have expected. 

You hung it back up gingerly.

You sat at your desk feeling dazed. Overwhelmed by the generosity, unsure what it meant? Just- everything. 

-

You had agreed to meet at Kylo’s prior. 

You felt amazing, the dress fit like a glove. You had never worn anything so beautifully made. Everything you liked about your body was accentuated. The bustier clinched in your waist and pushed up your breasts just enough; you had stared at yourself in the mirror in slight amazement. 

And! the! shoes! So comfortable for a pair of heels, so much so that the price suddenly seemed reasonable. 

In a last minute panic you had had your hair and makeup done. You’d be damned if your cosmetic skills were going to let the team down. 

Your stomach flip flopped as you rode the elevator to Kylo’s floor, nervous excitement coursing through your body. 

You knocked on his front door and waited. 

The door opened. Your jaw went slack as you took in the glory that was Kylo in a tux.

“Wow.” You breathed, walking in the door. 

He was frozen in place, slowly taking you in.

He met your gaze, “Y/n, you look—..fuck you look amazing—...beautiful.” 

“I- this” you motioned at your dress and shoes, “this is too much-...what I mean is, thank you, it’s so generous, but-... fuck Kylo, Manolo’s? McQueen? I just about passed out when I op-”

He cut off your babbling by stepping forward and grabbing the back of your neck, greeting your lips with a bruising kiss.

“So you like them then?” He smiled, against your mouth. 

“I love them. I—” he again swallowed your words, his kiss slow and passionate.

He traced along your collarbone with his fingers, “should have got you a necklace.” He mused, breaking the kiss.

“No…” you shook your head, sighing as his soft lips kissed down your neck. 

“Stop being so oppositional.” He murmured, lips still planting delicate kisses on your décolletage.

You huffed. He stood up to full height, eyes twinkling. 

“Accept it, Kitten. I’m going to spoil you. I want to.”

You sighed, fingering the lapels of his tux, “it makes me a bit uncomfortable” you grumbled, “so much money…”

“I don’t have anything else to spend my money on.” He said softly. You felt a twinge of sadness. “Do you want to know why I got you that dress?”

“Mmmm why?” 

“The collection was inspired by art nouveau which you said you loved. Remember, you showed me that work by Klimt?  Also I knew you would look incredible in it.” 

You look up at him, right into the dark amber of his eyes. You were moved.

“Are you serious?” You murmured in wonder.

He nodded, eyes crinkling with a smile, notably chuffed at your reaction.

“Kylo… this is, wow—...I’m really touched. I have only known you what? 8 or 9 months and this is the most thoughtful gift I have ever….” you trailed off. Feeling a wave of emotion that made you choke up.

“Oh, Kitten, I didn't mean to upset you.” He soothed, pulling you into his chest, it felt so safe there, engulfed by his arms.

“It’s a good upset.” You sniffed, pressing your face to his chest. 

“Oh shit! Fuck!” You pulled away, “fucking makeup, You inspected his shirt and tuxedo jacket, relieved to find no traces of foundation.

Kylo looked at you amused. “I wouldn’t have been totally upset if we couldn’t go because my shirt got stained.”

“Behave.” You grinned giving him a playful smack on the chest before taking his hand, “come on, we better go.”

-

You stepped through the main door of the venue. People were milling around everywhere, beautifully dressed women and dapper men chatting loudly, armed with drinks.

Kylo took your hand and squeezed gently.

“What these things are good for is the booze.” He said as he steered you towards the bar. 

You were soon armed with generously poured cocktails. 

“I’m going to apologise in advance for the incredibly boring conversation.” He said in a low voice.

“It’s ok, I have to go to shit like this for the gallery all the time. Keep the patrons happy, fundraising and all that jazz.”

“Probably more interesting people than this bunch.” He grimaced.

As if on queue a deep voice boomed, “Dr Ren!”

An older gentleman ambled up to Kylo and whacked him on the back jovially. “How are you son?!” 

They shook hands, “great to see you again Sir!” 

The man turned his attention to you, you smiled politely.  

“Ren, who is this lovely lady you have with you?”

“This is Dr y/l/n, y/n is the director at the city art gallery.” He introduced you, a touch of pride in his voice. “y/n, this is Sir David Walker, chair of the medical council.”

“Lovely to meet you Sir.” You shook his hand.

“Likewise, likewise.” He smiled at you warmly. “Excellent to have such bright young minds among us old decrepit lot.”

You laughed as he turned back to Kylo. 

“So where have you been hiding this one, Ren, keeping her away from all this malarkey as long as possible?.” He joked. 

Kylo’s hand crept to the small of your back, where it rested.

You sipped away at your drink as they got into a conversation about the stock market, nodding when it seemed appropriate. 

You crept away at one point, getting another round of drinks for you both. 

You came back to find Kylo alone, you handed him his drink. 

“Told you.” He grinned.

“Oh stop, he was very nice.” You chided, sipping your drink.

-

2 hours later you were many cocktails deep and chatting away to whoever was around, Kylo was a few steps away with a group of men discussing the driest topics known to man. You had tapped out pretty quickly, opting for another drink and mingling.

 His eyes drifted every now and then, checking on you. If you caught his eye you would wink. 

-

It was nearing midnight when you came back to each other. 

You were leaning against a pillar, watching some of the guests dancing outrageously. Kylo came up behind you and slipped his hands around you. 

“You look sooooooooo fucking hot, Kitten.” He murmured in your ear.

Oh he was tipsy. Definitely tipsy. Handsy as well. His hands brushing the underside of your breasts.

“Hiiiiiiii baby.” You grinned, reaching back and stroking his face. “Are you drunk?”

“A little, I’m also hungry, all they have is fucking canapés the size of thimbles.”

“Oh god don’t even talk about food, I’m wasting away here.” Your stomach growled as if in agreement.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here and get pizza.” He decided.

“Now we are fucking talking!”

You were feeling rather tipsy as well, your feet not quite coordinating as you wished. You swore as you stumbled a little. 

“Fucking martinis.” You grumbled, as Kylo’s arm shot out to steady you.

-

You managed to get yourselves down the road and into a pizza shop. Collapsing gratefully into a booth.

Because you were both slightly inebriated, ordering 3 pizzas seemed like an amazing idea, because how could you ever choose? 

When the table was heaving with giant pizzas you realised the absurdity of your order. 

“Babe, smile- this is fucking ridiculous.” Kylo laughed, holding up his iPhone. You posed with your slice of pizza, grinning at the camera. 

He snapped a few, chuckling. 

You both did an impressive job at getting through most of the pizza. Glad to soak up some of the booze sloshing in your stomach. 

Feeling less like a legless teenager, you held Kylo’s hand as you walked down the street. A breeze picked up and you shivered. 

Pausing, Kylo took off his tuxedo jacket and draped it over your shoulders. 

“What a gentleman, thank you.” You smiled, kissing his hand softly. 

“Looks good on you.” He winked, as he opened the Uber app on his phone. 

The car pulled up within minutes. Kylo pulled your body into his, in the back seat, keeping you warm. 

-

You unlocked your front door, “welcome to my humble abode, it’s not quite Casa Ren, but I like it.” 

Kylo walked into your apartment and his eyes flitted around. 

It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either, somewhere in the middle. The walls were covered in art, well actually, anything that made you happy really. 

“This is so…..you.” He smiled, seeming much more relaxed than you had expected, “it smells like you.”

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.” You said softly, tucking yourself under his arm. He kissed the top of your head, wordlessly. 

“Can you undress me Daddy?” You whispered, snuggling into him.

You felt him freeze, and exhale with a soft hum.

“Just let me know if i take it too far or something ok? I’ve never done this...er, roleplay” you looked up at him biting your lip.

He chuckled, eyes fiery “neither have I Kitten, but say it again.”

“Dadddddy.” 

“Fuck.”

“Show Daddy the pretty lingerie he got you, Kitten.” 

You took off the dress carefully. He didn’t take his eyes off you. You looked at him and twirled. 

“What do you think, Daddy?” You asked with a little smile. 

“Jesus Christ, come here.” He said softly. 

You walked and stood in front of him. 

“What’s that in your trousers Daddy?” You asked coyly gazing at his obvious erection, before being unable to control yourself and letting out a laugh. 

His hand landed on your backside fairly hard, making you yelp.

He was grinning, “why don’t you put your hand in there and find out little girl?”

You pushed him against the wall and worked his belt open. You watched his face as you put your hand into his briefs and wrapped your fingers around his cock. 

Sucked in air through clenched teeth and met your gaze. 

You widen your eyes, “so big Daddy!”

He smirked. You were both finding this whole roleplay comical, but it was quickly becoming insanely sexy, you were getting lost in the moment.

“Do you think you can fit it in your mouth Kitten?” He almost purred.

“I can try my best, Daddy.” 

“That’s my good girl.”

You hummed happily at his words, getting down on your knees and pulling down his trousers and briefs.

Wrapping your hand back around the base you began to kitten lick his tip. He leant his head back against the wall making a strangled sound. 

Flattening your tongue you licked him in one slow motion from base to tip, pausing to tease that one spot you knew drove him wild.

“Hhhhnggh good gi-... jesus!” You took him entirely in your mouth without warning, until you gagged.

You sat back on your feet and pouted up at him, “it’s too big, Daddy.” 

His eyes crinkled with amusement, “Shall i take you to bed, little girl?” he asked, kicking off his shoes and trousers. 

You nodded eagerly.

“Use your words, Kitten.”

“Yes, please Daddy.”

He motioned for you to stand up, when you were on your feet he picked you up. 

He carried you to your bedroom, your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t fucking stop with this, it’s so fucking sexy babe.” he breathed in your ear as he walked. 

You chuckled, “this is fun, Daddy.”

He growled, before placing you gently on the bed.

He slowly took off his shirt, you watched, you could almost see his mind ticking.  

“What do you want me to do, Daddy?” you smiled, leaning back on your arms. 

“You can start by taking off those panties and showing Daddy your pussy.” he said casually.

You lifted your hips and slid the tiny thong off, kicking it at him. Leaning back on your elbows you spread your legs wide. 

“Touch yourself, tell me how wet you are.” he instructed, roughly. 

“Yes Daddy.” you purred, taking two fingers and running it through your folds with a little groan. 

He looked at you expectantly, now completely naked, cock angrily red and erect. 

“It’s very wet Daddy, what does that mean?” you asked with a smirk. 

“It means, little girl, that you are ready for Daddy’s cock.” he breathed.

You nodded in agreement, grinning as he got onto the bed next to you and lay on his back, then patted his thighs, “come sit here Kitten, Daddy wants to see your pretty tits bounce in the lingerie he got you.” 

You clambered over his thighs eagerly, dragging your pussy over his thigh greedily. 

He grabbed your hips and lined you up, so you hovered just above the tip of his weeping cock. 

He pushed you down onto his cock agonisingly slowly, watching your face intently as it contorted with pleasure, little whimpers tumbling from your lips as he stretched you out. It wasn't until he had you fully sheathed that he threw his head back with a loud moan. 

“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” he moaned. 

You used all your willpower to stay still and wait for instruction. 

“Fuck, Kitten, move baby girl.” he hissed, taking your hips again and setting a pace for you.

“Perfect, you’re perfect.” he moaned as you moved up and down, rolling your hips slightly. 

His eyes did indeed watch your tits bounce in the bustier, hands caressing your thighs. 

Your hands crept in between your legs, seeking your clit. He batted your hand away and replaced your fingers with the pad of his thumb.

“Oh god, Ky-..Daddy-” you cried out as he pressed firmly on your clit and began to thrust to meet your movements. 

“Need to cum Kitten?” he asked, pausing his thumbs movement on your clit.

“Mmmmm yes, yes please, Daddy, please!” you pleaded. 

He doubled his efforts, sending you barreling toward climax with a gasp. 

You came with a sob, chanting, “Daddydaddydaddydaddy.”

He flipped you both over, so you could lie bonelessly as he held your legs to his chest as he thrust into you to reach his own climax with a loud growl. 

He collapsed next to you panting, “That was…”

“Hot.” you finished before laughing and rolling over, tucking yourself under his arm. 

[mx-in-words]

good time

gryffindor!shownu x yourhouse!reader (moodboard)

word account: 1.7k ops

tags: FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!AU DEAL WITH IT; fluff ;kinda angst; making out ( maybe more but not explicit); violence; shownu being badass hot and a soft bear!!! pls be careful to not bust all your uwus. 

I am so sorry if you guys don’t like drabbles, but seems like i’m an anxious person and i like to rush stuff so,,, sorry ig :3

a normal day for you, going to your potion class just living your life 

then this stupid ravenclaw boy with his crew start to shout out offensive things to you because you were a half-blood. 

little did he know that, for more than 30 years, bullying and segregation about blood type were not allowed anymore in Hogwarts, thanks merlin. 

one of the teachers petrified them, for one hour and they were taken to the director after. 

all my friends asked if you were alright and you just nod. ugh, honestly? people are still like this? this is so overpassed. 

anyways this day ended quickly and soon you apparate yourself to the centre of London with some friends. It's Friday, club day!

Little did you know what would happen. 

before all the mess, let me explain who is shownu

he is, of course, the Quidditch main player, the leader, but he is also a very nice guy. But what no one understands is that he is very reticent and discreet, different from the other jocks. He does date some girls, but the regular type ones, he doesn't claim for attention and: he is everyone type. Smart, tall, handsome, has manners, athletic, good with spells and love all magical creatures of the school. 

back to the club, after one hour you could find yourself wasted.

YES, this was a muggle club and that's what you love, people who don't know about your big secret and have no idea how to judge you because, honestly, they don't care.

So you find yourself dancing with strangers and receive a text from your friends. one of the Slytherin girls were not okay and they rushed to Hogwarts without you, but hey, they found a familiar face and asked him to find me. What a nice idea. 

You were not mad, after all, it's normal for you always be alone and you enjoy it a bit. 

So, after ten minutes, this hella cute guy called Kihyun was offering you a drink, he seems familiar but you said "no thanks", and of course he understood. 

you needed some air, so you went to the roof aka the smoking area 

"oh finally" 

you turned your head, finding shownu brown eyes. 

damn, he was hot, leather jacket, dark jeans and a cigarette in his mouth. 

" shownu? wait,, you are the familiar face that will keep me company while my weak friends can't take two shots of vodka?"

he smirks at your comment, nodding to you while discarding the rest of the cigarette

sh: "my friends left me too, so here we are"

you: " wow the mr.athlete smokes?"

sh : " and the Mrs.top notes like to go clubbing every Friday? we discover crazy things every day" 

you could only laugh and little did you know that he took a little note on is thoughts about how pretty were you smiling. 

he asked you if you wanted to dance more or walk around the streets of London and maybe, grab something to eat. 

you liked the idea of a little adventure with shownu, and also, food is always the number one. 

so that's when your friendship with him started. you both talked about yourselves, your houses, friends and even the incident you lived this morning, he was very horrified with that, making him frown and being absolutely adorable. 

since this day, you both saw each other almost every day

you helped him with his grades and the O.W.LS

he used to call you to watch his games and well, we all know you two were in love with each other

but of course, you dumbasses couldn't see that so, the summer arrived and your friends made up a plan 

do you think a house with a lot of teenagers, in a magic beach, were all the wizards go in summer would be a great plan to get you both together? idk but let's go I guess. 

so you proposed something for your group, including shownu's friends as well ( cofcof kihyun which is weird but he is your friend now). 

" no magic" 

"WHAT" everyone, except for shownu, who was smiling, screams

"c'mon! the house and everything are already enchanted! plus, car rides!"

" but the food and the train?"

" Okay, these too can be magic but only!" 

everyone agreed because sometimes its nice to not use magic you know? 

when you all arrive at the house, the bags and your belongs were already flying and organizing themselves by magic. Lame, you thought. 

"Hey" shownu put his arm around your neck " want to give a lot at the beach" 

you: " sure,," godgodgodgod

it was genuinely nice, walking in the sand while talking what do you expect in these two weeks, shownu offered to hold your shoe and god, he smells good. Sorry, any way

you both didn't have a lot of time alone this week, but even tho, shownu held your hand in the forest train, trowed water in you at the waterfall and also kept watching your body in that bikini hihi 

he made sure to stay by your side in all the games and even when you were bronzing yourself in the sand, reading an ordinary book. He also would sneak around at night with you just to see the stars or smoke a bit. 

so, the truth or dare game has arrived I am sorry for the cliche

OH NO, you were picked 

"y/n I dare you to... okay I will be nice, just hold shownu's hands the whole game" 

that was safe, you have held his hands already and shownu was very affectional with everyone so, no big deal right? NO BC YOU BOTH WERE SWEATING AND BLUSHING HARD 

game is going and you couldn't look at his face, even knowing that he was looking at you. 

" shownu, I dare you to tell y/n about what you feel about her" minhyuk is the DEVIL itself. 

shownu didn't even hesitate, he smiled at you and whispered: " every time with you is a good time, you know?" 

I AM LOSING MY SHIT FUCKFUCJFUFNENENN ok 

it was clear that you HAVE to get the fuck out of there. 

so you just do, like a clown, stand up and run away in the beach

edeudbnebd what a jerk 

shownu has no idea of what to do, were you upset? he should have told you he likes u? do you have feelings for him? he is freaking out 

so he finds you bellow a tree, looking at the waves

sh: " hey..."

you: " hi..." 

sh: " look, I'm sorry if what I said-"

you: "Ilikeyou"

he just stares at you, smiling slowly

 sh: " that's what I said" 

you: "no, you said that every time with me is a good time" 

sh: " isn't it the same but more poetic?" you laugh because he is so silly

 and that makes you heart race and the blood of your face go directly to your cheeks burning

sh: " Can I kiss you?" 

oh damn

he was getting closer and you could feel how hot his body was when he delicately touched your cheeks, his chocolate eyes searching for your response. 

You, into almost a spell that he had, nodded quietly. 

when his lips touched yours, you could feel your head spinning but in an amazing way, you were so captivated by the ways his soft lips were dancing against yours, the way his hand were found now at your waits and how soft was his hair between your fingers

 is this a dream? cause looks like one in your head. 

he distanced himself a bit, smiling widely, what an image my friend. 

sh: " we could get out of here and..." 

you: " makeout in some free room? agree"

you stand up and offered your help for him to stand.

sh: " reading minds now huh?" 

you: " you didn't like it?" 

he hugged you from behind, whispering close to your ear: "I will show you what I like soon"

bitchwhat

you both just run into the house, your friends looking at you both at the door with the biggest poker faces ever while you both just laugh and run upstairs, opening your room and locking it ;) 

shownu wasted no time, he sits on the edge of the bed, already putting you on his lap, locking your lips in his again as his life depends on it.

 God he was so hot, the messy hair, the plushie lips, the way he smirks, the way his strong hands grip your thighs and your waist, travelling everywhere but careful to not scare you, he is so gentle!!!!

you can resist and start to kiss his neck and you could feel him whimper while tensing his body. he returns the favour, kissing you neck back and giving soft bites, that's when you lose your shit and starts unconsciously griding on him, feeling him, got harder by your movements and a low moan leaves your mouth

you can feel shownu smirking and kissing your neck, collarbones and the curves of your breasts, making you wetter and wetter. 

sh: " do you want to keep this going? because I have been wanting this" he squeezes your butt strongly, making you moan again " wanting you... so badly y/n"

you kiss him slowly again, whispering " I am yours already baby, and I am sure" 

you can imagine the rest right? 

the next day, your roommate was mad at you but, no regrets. even with kihyun and jooheons dirty comments, you can only be happy to be dating shownu.

 he was so sweet and lovely you

 both spend the rest of the summer going out together and going to clubs and pubs

he even taught you how to fly in a broom like a player

it's strange how he became your best friend and also is your boyfriend

and even sometimes fighting for silly things, nothing serious, everything seems so natural and peaceful with him

 you: " babe "

sh: " yes, love?"

you: "every time with you is a good time" 

sh: "I love you too baby". 

[vagrantblvrd]

I screech in delight every time I see a post with screenshots from the Diamond Casino Heist with the Love Professor results  (or whatever it was called) because amazing?

BUT ALSO.

That one post going around about bodyguard AUs being super awesome (I paraphrase a bit).

Which you know.

Where are those AUs combining the two?

CEO Ryan with bodyguard Jeremy?

Could be cutsey normal civilian!Ryan and Jeremy with whatever backstory you want to give him?

Former cop/federal agent/military/spec ops/??? Jeremy who sustained an injury that would have tied him to a desk job and he wasn’t quite ready for that so private sector security and such?

OR.

Maybe he was any of the above but Something Went Wrong and he was framed for a crime and spent time in jail for it, right?

Or was just some guy )~withe a heart of gold) who made bad decisions that caught up to him and landed him some jail time, whichever.

ANYWAY.

He’s just out of jail and looking to start a new life but his criminal record (and if he was framed he’s got this vague plan to clear his name, but can’t do that if the bills don’t get paid) but all his potential employers turn him away with fake apologies. (Because Plot Reasons.)

Jeremy’s out and about to take his mind off things and he thwarts Ryan being abducted right off the street or saves his life and Ryan, okay. First of all, is “Oh no, he’s hot,” when he gets a good look at Jeremy’s face? But then sees Jeremy’s bleeding - flesh wound and such - that Ryan is like, “Oh, no, he’s hurt because of me,” and insists on paying for the medical bills and so on?

Has an assistant deal with details and Jeremy’s all “No, you don’t have to do that, but thanks?” and so on and somewhere in there it comes out that Jeremy’s just out of jail and all that.

(Ryan’s assistant mentions it might be best to let Jeremy’s involvement in things stay quiet because his “situation” might reflect badly on him - all indifferent because it’s their job to point out those things - but Ryan’s like. “Nonsense, he saved my life,” and so on not caring about any bad press aimed at him, but for Jeremy’s sake chooses not to make a big deal of things. Refers to Jeremy as a good samaritan passing by at the right time and such to the press who ask him about it.)

AND THEN.

Ryan’s assistant does some digging or Ryan is just. HMM because it’s been suggested that a bodyguard would be a good idea for him? And all the previous candidates didn’t quite...mesh with his various quirks and eccentricities, but maybe this Jeremy fellow?

And Jeremy doesn’t have that many options open at the moment and the offer he’s presented with sounds too good to be true, but also beggars and choosers and hey, why not, right?

SO.

Jeremy becomes Ryan’s bodyguard and poor Ryan is trying so hard not to be obvious about his attraction to him but while Jeremy is oblivious as hell, everyone else knows, you know?

His assistant is laughing at him always and manufacturing scenarios to get the two of them alone places (once they’re sure Jeremy is trustworthy, and wow is that an Ordeal).

Has their own team made up of Ryan’s most trusted aides and whatever who go full-out strike team and having the executive elevatr get “stuck” between floors for an hour or so. Ryan’s driver gets them stuck in traffic thanks to taking a detour past construction they know and oops, would you look at that, Mr. Haywood?”

Ryan going to fundraisers or some charity foundsation he supports that’s throwing a little festival or carnival or something for the neighborhood and he and Jeremy wander the midway snacking on carnival food and playing games at the booths and are NOT on a date in any way, shape, or form. NO.

More adorable romcom shenanigans in which they must ~resist their attraction to one another because it would be improper!

Ryan is Jeremy’s boss! (And obviously he doesn’t feel like that about Ryan, because why would he?)

Jeremy is Ryan’s employee! (And obviously he doesn’t feel like that about Jeremy, because why would he?)

BUT THEN.

If Jeremy doesn’t have the criminal record and was all nice clean-shaven spotless reputation guy he gets caught up in trouble thanks to Ryan. (Business rivals who don’t play nice, or someone in his company who’d stand to profit from Ryan’s death/something else sinister that needs Ryan out of the picture.)

OR.

If Jeremy was framed for a past crime he’s been looking for a way to clear his name this whole time and it stirs up trouble that Ryan gets caught up in?

Whichever route, there’s all this kidnapping/being taken hostage and dire situations. Love confessions when they think they’re about to die - wouldn’t want to die without that, you know - and then like.

Daring Escapes and whatnot.

At least one(1) of them being Hollywood-style wounded in a dramatic fashion to save the other and the whatnot?

The post-rescue kiss while emergency services and law enforcement bustle about.

And like.

The Mutual Avoidance afterward because clearly the Love Confession and Smooch(es) were all down to the heat of the moment and adrenaline and hahaha, what a day that was, eh?

So then Ryan’s assistant has them trapped in an elevator/somewhere until they realize how dumb they’re being and The Smooch-ening happens?

Also, the elevator choosing to start up again while The Smooch-ening happens and neither of them realizing until the elevator doors open to applause from the Jeremwood Fan Club and Ryan’s assistant being all “Should I contact HR, sir?” because talk about infractions, right?

Ryan being flustered at being caught out and Jeremy laughing at him as he hits the door close button and The Smooch-ening III starts.

OR.

Just.

The Vagabond’s bodyguard with Jeremy coming along and being like, “Okay, yeah. Ryan definitely needs one of those.” and then romcom shenanigans throughout Los Santos because no one else is volunteering for the job, so it falls to Jeremy???

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ,