#Dream also shows up at the beginning and end so heads up for that hehe :)

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Take Your Time, Miss Deer (Sylus x Reader) - Ch. 9

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes.

Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or-

-Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger.

A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

Tags: Sylus x Reader, Hybrid AU, Suggestive Themes, Fluff, Angst, Predator/Prey

Chapter Summary: Do dragons dream of wandering deer?

Author's Note: There is a reason why I wrote him falling asleep at the end of Chapter 8 hehe

I realized I work well during night. Very very fun sewing (and working) because no one bothers me so sometimes I stop and write when inspiration hits. Also, they are selling White Rabbit Milk Tea Sea Salt here and its very very good drink.

Enjoy reading! As always, thank you everyone for the support and because of this fanfic, I found a friend I can yap about lots of stuff!

Tagging: @phisen @wrimaira

AO3

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9: My Dearest, Awaiting

“What do you think?”

A brief giggle escaped your lips while you watched your reflection in front of the mirror, raising a branch with snow crocus blooms tied around it on the top of your head.

Daisy gazed at your reflections, the small chirp coming from it echoed across the small bathroom. In its feet are used bandages and medical supplies you used to clean up the wound left by your remaining antler shedding.

It shook its head, shifting through the branches with flowers tied on them laid in front of you then dragged a branch of red camellias to you, the same choice it always proposes to you every day.

“I am starting to think these are your favorite.”

It tilted its head, watching you inspect the petals and it let out a beep, pleased, when you tied the red good luck ribbon around it and then taped the branch on your head.

It is as if you never shedded your sole antler at all.

“What do you think?”

Your crow friend did a spin, letting out a caw then resting on your shoulders. It tried to perch on your ‘temporary antler’ as you called it once but it can never hold its weight so it settled on the next best spot.

“Let’s go check on him before we start the day,” you said, closing the bathroom door behind you and walking through the winding halls of your dragon’s many homes. Your steps are easy now, and sometimes you skip towards one of the many interesting things on display but careful enough to avoid spilling the tub of water with you.

A rare vinyl record.

(You ask if you can listen to it and the twins said it would be better if it is the boss who will put it on for you when he finally wakes up.)

An empty flower pot with an intricate design.

(Your crow friend scolded the twins before when they pretended to bump on it while they were showing you around.)

A snow globe.

(The little dragon doesn’t seem to mind the snow falling on its scales, asleep on top of the blanket of white powder.)

They said that your dragon is dormant.

It is a very kind term to use for someone who has been asleep ever since the beginning of early winter, for over half a month, and even the best doctors that the twins and everyone in Onychinus managed to find only shook their heads, his kind already a rarity making them difficult to study but their theories are almost the same after hearing what happened-

-His body was so exhausted that it decided to put him in a deep slumber.

Were you terrified? At first, before the doctors came in, especially when he had not woken up even when a day had already passed by.

Are you still terrified? It bothers you when you don’t see him that your father had you take a vacation, taking over the full operations of the shop after hiring temporary help.

Even then, you still find yourself sewing, to pass time while waiting.

“Good morning, Mister Dragon,” you greeted softly, opening the door to where your dragon is fast asleep, then announcing your name, “Your tailor in a holiday break is here.”

It took you five strides to reach his bedside and Daisy perched on top of the headboard, watching you set down the basin at the side table before pulling your chair quietly.

It is routine at this point, waking up, getting ready, checking if he is still fast asleep, and then doing chores before returning to his side when the sun sets.

“You must be having a wonderful dream,” you spoke softly, dabbing the warm cloth on his head, cleaning him up. Every now and then, he would stir and you noticed stray droplets bother him so you make sure to squeeze excess water from the cloth harder first, “I hope you remember them when you wake up so you can tell me.”

Of course, you never expect an answer from him but you were told speaking to him would help and from there, you and the twins explore creative ways to interact with him, hoping your words will reach your dragon soaring through the wide skies of his colorful dreams.

How many vinyl records have you put on?

You are almost through the first box but more are waiting to be played at the foot of his bed.

How many tapes of films have you watched?

Too many, sometimes you fall asleep halfway through and sometimes you don’t, pointing at the clothes of the characters you love to him.

How many times have you winded up your music box?

More than ten, every morning and evening and you wonder if he is also in the same field of red wildflowers, gazing at the blue horizon after a tiring flight.

“Are you having a long journey there?”, you continued, and you smiled when water clung on his hair and on his eyelashes, “I am sure you have many friends there. Dragons just like you.”

He never gave away his dreams, only soft breathing escaping his lips, sometimes a smile and then his slumber continues.

You always made sure to change the bandages wrapped around his shattered horn after, setting the used ones beside the small flower pot in the bedside table where you planted the antler you have shed but you haven’t quite decided yet which flower to grow beside it.

If you had enough time, you believe you would have been able to salvage those pots with your and your father’s antlers before the fire of your old shop.

Those plants would be taller by now and they would have been very lovely to look at once work day ends, towers of greens and colorful blooms thriving together with your old antlers.

Once your dragon wakes up, you will give him the choice which seed you should plant for this one.

A tradition among deer hybrids commonly reserved for close family and-

Just the thought of calling him your mate is making you blush.

“You should wake up before spring, at least,” you hummed, a lopsided smile on your face from your earlier silly thought while making sure the new bandages are secured and then fixing the good luck ribbon tied around his remaining horn, “Every creature wakes up when winter ends.”

The morning routine ends with you pressing a kiss on his forehead after brushing his hair and you make sure he is covered by his blankets and the curtains are closed before  leaving with Daisy to continue your work.

The twins and a few people from Onychinus are too kind when they give you a room where you can continue projects you have brought with you, ones where your clients are very specific that you should be the one making and not the temporary help your father hired.

You always start working on the request of the man you had always held close to your heart, his form always hidden from the shadows.

Mr. Sylus.

He has been very clear from the start that he wanted you to be the one tailoring his clothes when he requests a set from your shop and of course, you still abide by it.

Saying his name with an honorific sounds strange.

It was supposed to be a shot in the dark, a guess where your favorite visitor will just laugh off and pinch your cheek after.

“You should consider being a comedian, sweetie.”

Those are the words you were expecting to hear from him but even then, the red good luck ribbon that tied the wreath said otherwise, as if it was intentionally left there.

A clue.

A hint.

An answer already spelled out.

The man you clothed to shape the image he wants with your own hands.

(He is always the man of the hour in every party, your clients recount.)

The man who answered your notes with gifts, all wrapped in perfect bows.

(He doesn’t spare a single penny, does he?, a voice in your head whispers while you pull the ribbon to reveal the latest surprise.)

The man who sat beside you until the late afternoons, holding the spool while you gathered the yarn that Daisy accidentally toppled over.

(His lips seemed to always quirk slightly in amusement every time you called him ‘Skye’.)

The game is nearing its end and you can still recall your reflection on the mirror of your small vanity table the morning after your little adventure in the museum when you hang the crown of flowers together with all your trinkets.

Curiosity.

Surprise.

Finally, realization.

The last piece of the puzzle to complete the picture.

The events after confirmed everything. How every hybrid in Onychinus tended to him, tended to you .

A bodyguard wouldn’t get that much special treatment.

Sylus.

Two syllables. Easy to say, easy to remember. A sharp inhale for the first and a continuous release for the last, a decrescendo, a dropping beat. Sy-lus: A soft sigh ending with a hiss, reminiscent of a kiss, and of a postponed promise. Foreign to your tongue, yet rolls quickly for the rest. A name for a face, a name to be unique, a face to recollect.

To others, he had always been Sylus. 

Over his business meetings and the coat on his shoulders barely moved by the cold breeze, on the dotted line, an elusive creature that will show its face when called by its name and even then his appearance is a gamble, he will always be Sylus, distant, watchful, untouchable.

To you, he had always been Skye. 

Over his visits and his sleeves rolled up, his coat left hanging on the armchair, he is simply Skye, under the warm sodium lights of each sentries by the road that herald his come and go that reached your little paradise through the windows, your antlers grazing against his horns, he has always been Mister Dragon and you will always be his Miss Deer.

His real name ricochets through every four walls of every building you have stepped inside and even in this room where it is just you and your crow friend putting together clothes, his true name stayed, your mind repeating it, trying to overwrite the one syllable into two and every attempt, never a success, only one question stood.

Why?

“Oh, I didn’t realize-”, you blinked, the urgent beep coupled with the flapping of wings from your crow friend cut your thoughts short and you noticed that the bobbin had already been refilled.

Your gaze moved at the fabrics, already cut, waiting to be joined together and become a suit for the incoming Spring Festival that your dragon will attend but maybe, today is not the day their wish will be granted.

It's not good to use Mister Sewing Machine if your mind is wandering.

“How about we just do our wolf plushies today, Daisy?”, you suggested and you picked up the basket where your project is waiting and that’s how your day went, your crow friend plucking the polyester filling for you while you rolled it in your hands, the two wolf puppies finally taking shape.

“Do you think he will wake up soon?”, you asked the twins when you set the two wolf plushies near your sleeping dragon.

It was already evening when they have arrived back to check on you and the boss and even with your gentle smile, they always caught the scent of sadness-

-Of longing.

Slightly wilted wildflowers, waiting for the sun, for the rain, and of cotton gathering dust.

“He probably gobbled up so many bad humans that he needs to sleep to digest them,” Luke joked and that earned him a slap in the arm by his brother and a sharp peck from Daisy.

“I think we just need to give him more time,” Kieran answered, and if you ask him, the boss does stay up for days, perhaps this is also his body’s way of forcing him to rest, “He will be fine, miss.”

A warm embrace, and the two of them sit near your legs while you knit scarves for all of them until one by one, you all have closed your eyes, drifting off until only the embers of the fireplace and the sound of the vinyl player remain in the dragon’s chamber containing all of his dreams he is keeping for himself.

On Sylus’ bedside, his odd family awaits.

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He was a very lonely dragon.

A sudden crash through the forest, ungraceful, and maybe that is because of the arrows and spears that managed to lodge themselves between his scales that he is very wary of every forest creature that tries to approach him, snapping at them, all of them cowering back in fear.

As they should, everyone does with his sharp teeth.

“Mister Dragon, that’s not a nice way to make friends,” a voice came in, gentle and polite, and his eyes immediately landed at you.

The only thought that came in his mind back then were three words.

“You are beautiful.”

A soft laughter escaped your lips, a sound he wanted to hear more, and he realized he might have blurted it out loud when he noticed the used to be frightened forest creatures giggling, whispering among themselves that this mean dragon isn’t so mean at all, making his large tail swished in annoyance, and maybe slight embarrassment.

It was an unlikely friendship.

You who almost look like a human but not really, not with antlers growing on your head, your soft deer ears and short tail, and he relished how you leaned against his body during your afternoon naps, after sewing little clothes for those forest creatures.

A cat wearing a bow tie.

A fox with a cape around its neck.

A goose with a bandana on.

These forest friends of yours frolicking about in human clothing.

“How can we make you friendly, Mister Dragon?”

It was a question you asked him once during those lazy afternoons and his snout pressed against the side of your neck, sighing softly as he took in the scent of cotton and wildflowers, before he answered.

“Are you saying I look hideous, little doe?”

Sylus does enjoy teasing you and you always misinterpret his words as you are quick to apologize, kissing his snout and he knows it is a very underhanded but effective tactic because you always grant him these little gestures.

“I think you are very good-looking.”

If you leaned closer, his body grew extra warmer on your words and he only chuckled at your compliment then you continued.

“Yet, I think a crown would be fitting for a magnificent dragon who worked hard in protecting our forest.”

“Precious metals would only weigh heavy in my head, sweetheart. It will make the knights who always mistake you for a missing princess more determined to cut my head off.”

“Oh, I have a different idea in mind.”

A flower crown worthy of his name, as you said.

Every forest creature brought the best flower across the land to your forest after you announced your plan, all of them unique, and you braid the wreath with him, day and night.

It is almost done with one flower remaining to be picked and only him can bring it back to you.

“Take care, Mister Dragon.”

“I’ll be back before the first flower blooms, little doe.”

His wings shook the trees, the flowers that spread across the grove as he pierced the skies with the air gradually getting thinner, the region becoming colder and colder but he is one to always push through all odds.

Relentless.

Determined.

Unwavering.

The flight was only half of his journey and Sylus had finally landed on the highest peaks of the harsh mountain ranges of this land. With his claws, he had scaled through the rough terrain and his sense of smell is useless for this particular flower native only to this land but his vision is certainly helpful, his eyes darting back and forth looking for the bloom his precious deer described to him before he left.

“Woolly, like a sheep,” you said, and you held up a sheep wandering close to you for him to see and the lamb let out an indignant huff before you let her go then you pointed at the twinkling night sky and the moon, “And silver, like the stars.”

The star of the glacier.

The lion’s foot.

The mountain flower, Edelweiss.

It was fragile, small, and when he was about to slowly uproot it with his large claws, he was met with blinding light and a surprise.

In place of his claws are hands.

Human hands.

The same hands he used to quickly check his face and then his body.

He is not very impressed with this prank but at least his horns and tail stayed, even when they seemed to also shrink to accommodate this new form and oddly enough one thought came to his head even if he should be certainly alarmed at the fact the journey back to your forest will be more perilous and longer.

You and him are almost the same.

With these arms, he can pull you closer.

With these legs, he can tangle them with yours every time both of you call it a day under the night sky in your endless field of red wildflowers.

With these hands, he can hold your face and brush his nose against yours.

A window of opportunity.

He can do so much with this body and with the flower he put inside a makeshift pot he had crafted from the rocks nearby he only then made his descent, his thoughts filled with you and him, dancing together, rolling on the grass together, and-

-He had to stop himself from his train of thought after a particular image came to mind, not when it drifted to the shape of your lips when you laugh, not when he remember the many times humans who passed by your forest often pressing theirs together under the cover of the tall trees when they thought they are alone.

Greed.

Sylus is all too familiar with what greed is and he knows he is one when his desire was also to do the same to you especially when he found out you do those gestures to people close to you.

Surely, you wouldn’t mind if he asks nicely, right?

He is already reciting his question, revising it many times while he follows the path down the cold mountain and the travel that should take him a week or maybe longer was cut in half, not when he is too eager to see you soon.

“Sweetie, we should do what the humans do.” 

(No, that doesn’t sound polite.)

“I am home and I brought it back, sweetheart. Can I have a reward?”

(Not that one either. He doesn’t want it to look like he does these little favors just so he can get a treat after.)

“Your kisses always land on the wrong spots, little doe.”

(That will just make you confused. Not like you can directly kiss him before when he was a dragon.)

His thoughts were cut short when he heard a sound nearby. It was faint, and he can say that he is fortunate he was able to keep his sharp senses because he can clearly recognize the sound a few distant away from the foot of the mountain he is currently standing.

He should have turned away but he chose not to, not when he heard barks, laughter and-

-Music.

You love those and since you do, he also loves it as well.

It should have been a quick look, just to see what the ruckus is all about only to be met by the most surreal sight.

If he looked closely, did the sky above him have a ceiling with a faint fracture?

Two wolf cubs, each covered with a white blanket and their pointed ears and tails poking out. Whoever made these little alterations, they kept in mind that the fabric will not drag to the ground every time these two rowdy cubs run around chasing butterflies or walk by the lake to take in the scent of freshwater and paw at unsuspecting fishes.

These two wolf cubs, running around, playfully snapping at each other’s tails, and-

-A wooden box with a spinning large disc on top and a golden horn that produces a pleasant sound yet, a voice, certainly his, points to him it is called a vinyl player.

Why does he know what it is called?

“Hey, what are you looking at?!”, one of the wolf cubs barked at him, his tail puffed upon noticing his presence.

“Mind your own business, mister! We found this first!”, the other cub exclaimed, and Sylus doesn’t need to see what is under the blanket to know they are baring their teeth at him.

Luke and Kieran.

Why did those names come to mind when he gaze at these annoying wolf cubs who accused him of stealing their loot?

Sylus doesn’t need that wooden box with a spinning disc (The same prideful voice corrects him again that it is called a vinyl player which he ignores) when you love his singing voice anyways.

“You can keep your box,” he answered and he turned around, a clear sign that is supposed to mean that his curiosity is satiated and he is done with the conversation but the two wolf cubs said otherwise.

“Hey, why do you look like that, mister?”

“That’s not how good and cool boys ask questions, Luke.”

“Right, Kieran. Hey, where did you get those horns and tails, mister?”

“That’s better,” the other wolf cub responded and Sylus doesn’t have to check that these two, who oddly wear the same names that came to his head,  is following him-

-No, stalking him.

“Did no one teach both of you manners?”, Sylus answered, and one of his eyes twitched when one of the wolf cubs tried to snap at his tail, the sharp teeth almost grazing his scales.

“Manners? What’s that?”, the more energetic of the two asked and Sylus shot that one a glare when he noticed he was midway on biting his tail again.

“Oh, I know that one, Mister,” the calmer of the two replied, and he seemed to get the hint that the odd human is not pleased with his brother’s antics so he gently shove his body against his twin chasing the tip of Sylus’ tail, “Those are set of rules good and cool boys follow.”

Why are these two very set on becoming something they don’t even exactly know how to be?

Sylus chose not to answer, his eyes forward and that should have been a clear indicator that he wanted to be on his way alone but these two wolf cubs have decided that he is more interesting over the wooden box they found earlier.

“So, mister, what brings you here?”

“Did you also come here to see the miss’ dragon?”

“We have been waiting for him down here but it looks like he is taking his sweet time up there.”

“We are planning to ask him if he can teach us to be good and cool boys!”, Kieran piped and every time they say those last words, their goal, Sylus noticed both of them seemed to vibrate in excitement just at the thought of becoming one, their tails wagging harder.

“Go find another teacher,” he said instead, making his strides longer but that didn't seem to deter the two despite their short legs who somehow managed to catch up on him.

“Hey mister this isn’t a contest. I am sure he can teach all three of us,” Luke huffed, keeping up with him.

“Yeah, no need to be so selfish,” Kieran added, who was panting as Sylus increased his walking speed.

“Teach the two of you,” Sylus corrected them both, rolling his eyes, “I don’t take students.”

He doesn’t have time for that, not when he has the entire forest to look after that needs him back as soon as possible, not when he has a lovely deer who he will devote his remaining free time to.

That made the two wolf cubs halt and they both looked at each other at this odd human with horns and tail of a dragon carrying a flower.

He was about to sigh in relief when he heard them bursted into laughter behind him.

“What’s so funny?”, Sylus asked, annoyed and his eyes narrowed at the two wolf cubs now rolling on the ground, their laughter mixed with barks.

“Just because you have horns and a tail doesn’t make you the miss’ dragon!”

“Yeah, who are you trying to fool here, weird human?”

“You aren’t her dragon. We’ve seen him!”

“Liar!”, they both said in unison.

Liar.

That word shouldn’t hurt as much but it did.

It certainly did when your face was the first that came to mind, your delicate hands with a bandage around one of your fingers, and your clothes rustling, the soft orange light bathing you in a room filled with the humming of machines and colorful fabrics.

“What brings you here today-”

Skye.

Why are you calling him by a different name?

“I am her dragon,” Sylus said, each word punctuated with his stride and he picked up one of the wolf cubs by the scruff of the neck gentle but firm, “I have never lied to anyone and never will so take that back.”

“Hey, put him down!”, the one still on the ground said, pawing at his leg and if he isn’t holding a flower, he would have lifted this one too just so they both get the point.

“T-the blanket!”, the one in the air exclaimed, horrified when the white blanket slowly slipped away, and his paws reached up to cover his snout, anything that would reveal his face.

“We take it back!”, the other twin cried together with his brother, “We take it back! We believe you!”

Scars.

Clearly inflicted by someone with something sharp.

Wounds that never healed, hidden by white blankets so both of them will still be identical.

Maybe he has been too harsh at these two wolf cubs without a pack.

“Now, Mister Dragon, don’t forget, we have small friends living here too.”

Your soft reprimand echoed in his mind when he accidentally toppled over a rabbit, breaking their leg by accident during a brief scuffle with bandits who thought they could come into your home and take you away.

Right, you wouldn’t be too happy when you see him being too harsh with these wolf cubs.

Sylus put down the sniffling wolf cub beside his twin, the two were quick to lick each other’s tears, and just so they understand that he is sorry , he tugged the blanket and made sure it covered the face the twin was so ashamed to show.

“Go home,” Sylus sighed, and he gave their ears a scratch, hesitant, trying to mimic what you do to your forest friends who end up crying over the simplest things.

“But we don’t have a home.”

“We just followed you here.”

Would you leave them here?

No, he doesn’t think so, not when you welcome every animal that finds your forest, no matter how fearsome they are, with open arms.

“I don’t want to hear you two complaining on my way back,” Sylus answered and their ears perked up, their tails wagging and suddenly, the little incident earlier is forgotten at the fact that the dragon turned odd human is letting them tag along.

“Really?!”, Luke asked, he and his twin back on their feet, “Does that mean you will teach us too?”

“No.”

“If you won’t teach us, then we will be your henchmen, boss,” Kieran piped in, matching his stride. “Learn on the job!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Come on, boss, we’re really good at a lot of stuff! Sniffing, biting, you name it!”, Luke added and his brother joined in, listing down their other abilities (Peculiar ones too. Fixing burnt rice?)

Perhaps Sylus is wrong.

This journey is going to be more than long.

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“This is really difficult to do.” 

Luke complained and you chuckled softly when he let you take a look at his progress, his brother hard at work beside him, focused on knitting the cuff of the sock he is working on.

“It doesn’t look promising at first but it will all come together,” you smiled, adjusting the slight gaps between his stitches before handing it back to him who eagerly examined your fix before picking where he left off.

It is getting colder, the neck scarves that the twins used to wear for you are now replaced by red woolen scarves you have knitted yourself, the fabric tied around their necks like a bow and every person who dare tell them they look silly always earn a good shower of threats from them, not when it was you who put it on to them before they leave during the mornings.

You watch over Luke and Kieran huddled together, sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed where your dragon is currently sleeping, all three of you opting to come closer to the fireplace to have a better view of your little projects.

The usual energy they brought with them becomes more tamed when they are focused, only speaking when exchanging notes over their progress or asking for your help. Maybe, winter has a special effect on hybrids like you with all of you being at your most docile self, conserving energy once spring arrives.

The red yarn you are using stretches through the entire mattress, moving by a centimeter every time you put one loop through your knitting needles and then repeat. There is still one last scarf you are working on and its owner is right beside you, still in a deep slumber.

Every now and then, the chimes you and the twins hang on his bedpost sway gently, making faint little notes and earlier, it was an orchestra with Daisy pulling all of them in rapid succession, a little mischief recently it does believing your dragon would wake up due to annoyance.

Anything, just to wake him up before spring arrives.

“Feeling sleepy, Daisy?”, you asked, noticing that your crow friend is huddling near the plushies lined up on the other side of your favorite visitor, and if it stayed still, it is almost similar to the crow plushie it is sitting next to.

It only lets out a beep and perhaps mechanical crows also need to rest when its eyes slowly close but you watch it stand up, fixing the yarn for you and you know it doesn’t want to miss out on anything especially when the twins are around.

“That’s right, fall asleep so all the kisses supposed to be yours will go to us, bird.”

“All the pats, all the hugs, hey-”

Your odd little crow was quick to retaliate, their words waking it up and it tried to peck at them, chastising them and the twins ran around, ducking across all the furniture and jumping over boxes scattered inside the room while you clap, cheering for both sides, the projects you are working on set aside.

Does your laughter reach him in his dreams?

The list of your questions grows as day turns into night, the twins making themselves comfortable at the foot of the bed, tired, all curled up and you set aside the socks they are working on in your basket of yarn.

“Perhaps we should make yours longer,” you mumbled, still awake even when the rest is already asleep, wrapping the scarf around his neck to check.

This silly, silly liar.

This silly, silly dragon.

This silly, silly hero.

Making plans with you, bringing maelstrom upon those who hurt you, and then falling into a deep slumber, here but not quite.

“You lie so gently,” you laughed softly, brushing your nose against his and your tears began to fall into his cheek that you are quick to remove, remembering stray droplets of water bothers him, your fingers grazing his cheek.

Nice and friendly dragons don’t lie yet maybe they do, if that is what it takes to be held close, to be loved and maybe it was greed, selfishness, that drove him to wear such a flimsy mask that took you time to see through.

“Wake up soon,” you said, and this time, perhaps it is longing, a sadness, that you nuzzled your nose against his hair, taking in the scent of fresh blankets and faint cinder.

“I’ll forgive all of your silly, white lies.”

Your soft sobs slowly quiet down, all of you falling asleep at any space around him and you hold the almost finished scarf close to your chest and it might be a cause for celebration but everyone has fallen asleep at this point, failing to notice the subtle sign that the dragon soaring through the skies has finally heard your voices all the way down.

Still unconscious, Sylus’ finger gently hooked itself around the thin red thread of the yarn.

On Sylus’ bedside, his odd family awaits.

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He was a very lonely dragon.

At least, that was before and this journey isn’t so bad with two little wolf cubs following you around, making interesting observations and watching them come up with different ways to entertain themselves is something he is looking forward to telling you when he sees you again.

“I spy with my little eye,” Luke hummed, his gaze roaming up towards the sky and then added, “A sheepie!”

“But I don’t smell one right now,” Kieran answered, his snout raised up in the air to take in the scent of the forest.

Good noses.

These two have ridiculously good noses that actually impressed him.

They also make for good compasses, being in this form made Sylus realized that the terrain is much more different on the ground than up in the air and there are many times he almost made a wrong turn but the two are quick to steer him back to the right direction.

“Hey boss, that way is going to the desert.”

“The world is a bit different now that you aren’t flying, huh?”

“I’ll map everything out once I get back,” Sylus answered, giving them a brief nod and their tails wagged faster because of the acknowledgement, the game they were playing earlier now forgotten.

“Can we help?”

“We will carry your things for you!”

He doubts those small bodies can take on much weight and again, you wouldn’t be too happy when you see two wolf cubs used as horses.

If anything, he had a foresight that these two will always be at your side any chance they get.

“Come on, boss, say yes,” Kieran said and the two started to do this tactic again where they would weave between his legs.

“We’re very strong.”

“You’re still way stronger than us though.”

There they are again with this self-promotion that would have worked if they weren't unintentionally making him trip and he secured the flower pot on his arms closer to him, the woolly petals still vibrant despite the long journey, its color brighter under the sunlight passing the leaves of the tall trees scattered on the borders of your forest.

Every now and then, small creatures pass by, barely making a sound, and even the breathing of larger ones are overwhelmed by the rustle of the fallen leaves carried by the gentle breeze, the chorus of birds, all familiar except a particular faint sound.

No, collection of sounds, resounding.

If he looked closely, did the sky above him have a ceiling with a growing fracture?

“Hey boss, that’s not the right way,” Luke pointed out, noticing Sylus turning in a different direction but they followed him, curious why the dragon who is very insistent on getting to you as soon as possible is deviating from the road where you are waiting.

Sylus just had to check, every unfamiliar sound is a cause for action. A ringing, tinkling, even harmonious as it could be, means swords being sharpened from a distance.

Did those humans think they could come for you just because he isn’t around?

Only, he is met with the strangest sight.

Chimes, hanging on every branch, and they all grow in number as they venture deeper, the road leading to a cliff and at the edge, a small belfry.

Of course, the two wolf cubs did not find this odd at all when they are sounding each chime they can reach one by one and with all this ruckus, he is sure that all the forest creatures are making their way to you already to file a complaint, even if they have to take a long journey to the heart of the forest.

“Must you two ring every single one of them?”, he asked, slightly exasperated, and two wolf cubs wagged their tails, the wet snowflakes from the trees’ branches falling on his cheeks but faded away just as fast.

“Not really, but they make the nicest sound!”, Luke said, jumping over his brother’s back to pull the rope of a chime hanging on a particularly higher branch.

“You should ring the ones you can reach, boss,” Kieran suggested, and this time, he rang one of the chimes beside him, “We might get a prize!”

Then, he knew that the small belfry certainly is the most enticing among all of them because the two immediately went for it, running towards it and he had to put the flower pot aside just so he could hold both of them under his arms.

“Oh, we get it!”

“You want to ring the most important looking of them all!”

“All yours, boss!”, they said in unison.

Sylus rolled his eyes but it only took him a few strides until he was standing in front of the small belfry and while turning away is indeed an option, he knows the twins would pester him with all their might.

“I wonder what that bell would have sounded if you rang it.”

Your possible words echoed in his head if he recounts this story to you after his return and he would hate to disappoint that one of his stories doesn’t have a definite conclusion.

“Fine, let’s see if this one will get you both a prize,” he sighed and he reached out to ring the lone bell by the edge of the cliff.

If this grove of chimes is an ensemble, then this bell is certainly the conductor because the rest stop making a sound, the toll of this one resonating across the trees and further beyond the boundaries of your forest.

It continues its solo, the clapper hitting the lip in an equal interval until finally, it comes into a halt.

Then, silence.

“Where’s the prize?”, Luke asked.

“Maybe the prize is the friends we make along the way-”, Kieran replied only for his words to be cut off, the ground shaking, and Sylus stepped back further from the small belfry, closer to where he left the flower pot.

Might as well see this until the end.

A rumble, the finale of the bell’s overture, and then-

-A loud aria akin to a songbird.

The singer perched by the edge of the cliff, a giant crow carrying a red thread on its beak that it dropped to caw at them loudly, certainly annoyed at being summoned.

“Since when did Mephisto grow so large?”

The same prideful voice, certainly his, mused in his head (and thoroughly finding the strange sight hilarious) and the crow tilted its head side to side, studying him and the two wolf cubs before letting out a loud caw once again, shaking the trees and sounding all the chimes at the same time, as if telling them it is clearly busy and if they need anything, they should get on with it.

“See, I told you!”, Kieran exclaimed, wagging his tail and still under Sylus’ arm.

“I never thought I would see such a large chicken,” Luke said, awed and Sylus had to take another step back because clearly, Luke’s way of inspecting new discoveries is by snapping his teeth at them.

The crow let out a series of beeps and caws that oddly enough, Sylus managed to piece together, begrudgingly telling them if they need a ride to the home of the deer and her dragon living in this forest, then it will give them just that.

“She is clearly busy knitting a scarf for her beloved but if you want to disturb her like the rest, then go ahead.”

Yet, those words lingered in Sylus’ mind and his eyes landed on the red thread that the giant crow was carrying.

It was helping you put together the scarf you are making for him, expecting him to indeed return before spring, at least in the last days of winter.

“I am her beloved,” Sylus corrected the crow, letting the two wolf cubs hang on his shoulders while he picked up the flower pot, the mountain flower swaying gently against the cold breeze, “And I intend to fulfill my words to her.”

The giant crow just cackled, letting Sylus hold on to its feet before picking up the red thread on its beak.

“Right, odd human, try telling that in front of her dragon.”

With its large wings that almost covered the winter sun, it took flight and the two wolf cubs hanging on his shoulders huddled closer to him for warmth against the cold breeze, howling in excitement.

This journey is finally nearing its end.

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“Sylus.”

How many times have you repeated his name in front of the bathroom mirror of this home only to end up blushing?

Addressing him without the honorific sounds impolite despite you and him spending so much time together.

You mostly do these little ‘practices’ as you called it by the balcony, not by his bed because it would be embarrassing for your favorite visitor to wake up and see you using the deer puppet to talk to the dragon puppet acting as his stand-in.

There were already hints, breadcrumbs left behind just for you.

Expensive watches with various designs.

Leather shoes crafted by artisans.

Vehicles with sleek exterior imported from other countries.

Every visit, they change, all of them unique but you always pass them off, convinced that Mr. Sylus is an extremely generous employer and an understanding one too because there are many times that your favorite visitor stayed longer than he should inside your studio.

“You’re a funny man, Mr. Sylus,” you sighed, gazing at the dragon puppet sitting on a chair across from you then you shook your head, correcting yourself, “I mean, Sylus.”

The two syllables tumbled out of your mouth haphazardly, not when a lopsided smile is forming in your face every time you say his real name.

His intentions had always been pure, his actions are clear and you can never harbor anger towards the man who started this charade.

Mr. Sylus’ life has been foreign to you but you are aware he is a very powerful man and he could have everything in the world and more, his tower of treasures reaching the heavens yet your simple question of ‘why’ is much complex.

Why choose an ordinary seamstress? 

(You only know how to sew clothes. The fabric scissors are a tool to cut through clothes, not enemies. The needle to repair tears, not inflict pain.)

Why did he lie? 

(Afraid. Perhaps predator hybrids are all too familiar with all kinds of fear, the fear of rejection always so common, and he, the strongest of them all, is most likely expecting you to flee if you know his real name.)

Why is he afraid? 

(He has always been brave in your eyes but his request, no, a plea, for you to close your eyes on that fateful day says differently.)

“Miss Deer, we’re back!”

Luke’s voice carried all the way to the balcony from the entrance hall and you stood up, brushing your apron and then pointing your puppet at the dragon puppet.

“Let’s talk more later,” you said and then you added, the syllables as always, a little lopsided, “Sylus.”

You picked up the dragon puppet, removing yours and walking towards the living room to find the twins setting down all the shopping they have brought with him the usual stack of papers pending your dragon’s signature, the pile growing larger as each day passes by in his deep slumber.

“Your husband is still asleep?” Louis greeted you and you immediately grew red, covering your face with the two puppets and looking away.

Aside from the twins, a few select members of Onychinus, the doctors, Louis, and the older lion hybrid are the only people allowed to come by and visit this place, dropping off important items, often for him, but sometimes for you.

“Now, Louis, Mr. Sylus wouldn’t be too happy if you are the one making the miss blush and not him,” the older lion hybrid chided the young male deer hybrid who only rolled his eyes, and your eyes darted at the familiar package he left at the counter.

That package is certainly from your favorite bakery and you are also sure your father had them sent it to you on his behalf.

“What do you think the two of them are doing when alone in her studio?”, Louis pointed out while you slowly inch closer to check the contents of the box, recognizing the scent of strawberries, not minding his remarks.

“Hey, our boss is nothing but a gentleman!”, Luke exclaimed.

“They talk, that's what they do!”, Kieran added and Daisy also beeped in agreement.

“Right and oddly enough they both carry each other’s scents,” Louis replied and then you only halt your step when he turns his attention to you.

Maybe you should retract your newest impression of him because you are finding him quite rude.

The male deer hybrid had been counting days, of course, and while N109 zone is still in the same state (A state of chaos that’s its default by now) several of the prey hybrids expressed concerns to him that Sylus laying dormant means a temporary power vacuum and while everyone is still cowering on the dark, he is sure they will step out one by one and fight over his empire.

That dragon really had to wake up soon because all of his allies can only handle so much.

“You,” Louis said, looking at you as if you hold the key to this current dilemma.

“Me?”, you asked, tilting your head.

“Yes, you,” Louis started, frowning,  “Who else? Anyways, have you exhausted all of the possible options of waking your husband up?”

Why does he keep referring to your favorite visitor as your husband? You can’t even call him by his real name yet.

“I-”, you opened your mouth but the twins were quick to intervene.

“She talks to him day and night if that’s what satisfies you.”

“She’s taking care of him and even the doctors said to wait it out.”

“Louis, you are putting unnecessary pressure over the miss here,” the older lion hybrid added, standing at your side but the male deer hybrid shook his head, in thought.

Talk. These two are claiming you talk to Sylus but he believes that the dragon hybrid might need a more potent medicine than that.

“I also sing to him,” you said softly, looking down on your feet and your ears drooping slightly.

Perhaps there are other options you haven't tried but your favorite visitor’s room is overflowing with trinkets at this point with the number of ideas you and the twins are coming up with.

“Hear that?”, the lion hybrid chuckled when he saw Louis sighed in frustration while the twins comforted you, telling you to not mind the grumpy deer, “Everyone is doing their best. The next step lies with Sylus.”

These people throw around his real name so easily it is making you slightly envious and your eyes lingered at the package with a handwritten note clearly from your father.

Once your favorite visitor wakes up, you and him should have tea and cake just like you always do.

“If all options fail, perhaps you should take a page of how fairy tales are written,” Louis grumbled, setting the rest of the boxes with your name in it on top of the counter, clearly gifts from your neighbors.

“Fairy tales?”

“I think the boss misses your voice. It is time for his evening music anyways,” Kieran is quick to cut, shooting a glare towards the male deer hybrid before he and his brother guided you gently towards the room where your dragon is sleeping.

Your eyes lingered at the pastry box but followed them anyway and you hope they don’t forget to put it in the refrigerator later or else the icing might not be as good if left out overnight.

“Don’t mind him,” Kieran said when you stepped inside the room, always very diligent as he already pulled the usual chair for you to sit, “You shouldn’t be forced to take unnecessary measures.”

“We can still handle it even without the boss,” Luke added.

They don’t need to tell you but you count the number of tears their clothes have every time they return here, steadily increasing, how their sleeps are deeper, how they stayed longer than usual inside the bathroom fixing their wounds, and you know that the N109 zone will need more than two wolf boys to keep everything at bay.

“You’re nice boys,” you smiled, your hands reaching up to pat their heads. “Both of you have always been.”

Their tails wagged in delight, stooping slightly so you wouldn’t strain yourself.

Your approval is more than enough for them to keep going.

“You think so?”

“I think so.”

You scratched their pointed ears and they hugged you tight around your waist, their tails wagging faster and your eyes wandered to your sleeping dragon.

His eyes still closed, yet every now and then it flutters.

His remaining horn, pointed as ever, and you look forward where you and his grows back.

His forehead, his cheeks, places where you have gifted him many kisses hoping he will receive it in his field of dreams.

And then, his lips,-

-You have finally understood Louis’ suggestion.

Naive as you can be, you know there are kisses that shouldn’t be granted without the other person’s permission.

In Sylus’ bedside, his odd family awaits.

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He was a very lonely dragon.

Hitching a ride with a giant crow certainly cut his journey short and in the distance, he caught a glimpse of the clearing, the endless field of red wildflowers now covered with a thin layer of snow.

An oasis, a paradise and ahead is his precious deer, always so patient.

Dealing with the two wolf cubs was bearable but a bird who constantly pokes fun of his identity? If they weren’t so high up and if it wasn’t helping you knit, he will certainly show this bird he is indeed your dragon who went on a journey.

All Sylus wants to do now is to hand you the mountain flower, take a long rest with you in his arms, and-

-Right, the question .

These three have been bothering him that he hasn’t even been able to reword his request, aware that he can’t hold your face and press his lips against yours.

He is a fiend but he is better than that.

“You live here, boss?”

“There are so many new things I don’t know which one to sniff first!”

The moment they landed, the two wolf cubs already had their snouts pressed against the ground, taking in the new scents and it is not difficult to miss them even when they are wearing white blankets because of their dark tails poking above the snow.

The giant crow cawed at him for one last time, snobbish before it wagged its tail feathers in a flourish, before picking up the red thread it was carrying, looking for you.

Even with the different surroundings, Sylus knows where to look for you and with the mountain flower but perhaps the long red thread of the scarf you are knitting for him helped.

That scarf could have been a blanket now considering he isn’t technically a dragon anymore.

Snowflakes clung on his hair, his lashes and those that fall into his cheeks melt quickly and it is home.

Home is where the red wildflowers grow.

Home is where you and him stand in the field of flowers, listening to the voices of this land.

Home is where your soul is.

There you are, huddled against your forest friends, bears, deer, foxes, and even that giant crow managed to beat him on finding you first, your arms already wrapped around it.

Your deer ears flick the falling snow, and your breathing was easy.

The sacred deer of the forest, waiting, always waiting, for her dearest to return from a far-off land.

He is home.

His hand, his human hand, reached out to brush the small braid you always wear by the side of your face and you stirred, leaning against the warmth of his palm.

Then, he leaned down, brushing his nose against yours before pulling back, gazing at you fondly as you slowly opened your eyes.

There was a moment of silence, your eyes studying his face and you smiled.

“Now, why are you going around with a new face without telling me?”

“You are the one person who is yet to call me your false dragon, little doe.”

His eyes lingered on the shape of your lips when you laugh, soft and careful not to awaken your friends as he helped you stand up, on your hands is a scarf certainly for him.

“You came home just as you promised.”

Of course he did, and he reached out to hold your hand while you walked through your grove. From a distance, he can hear the two wolf cubs running around, barking happily.

Contented.

Secured.

Safe.

He has always been at peace here and yet-

-The sky above him has a ceiling and slowly, the fissure grows larger.

Was the horizon always like that?

Yet, you were so calm as you examined the mountain flower he had given to you, your delicate hands brushing against the petals.

“Darling.”

He called out softly, and his eyes did not move from you when you tuck the bloom, the prize he had brought all the way from the mountains, behind his ear.

“Yes?”

It was your voice, he is certain and yet when you wrap the thick scarf that pooled on his feet around his neck, your hands lack the certain familiarity when you guide his hand when cutting the fabric.

No words formed, not when he is slowly coming into terms that this is but a distant dream, one of the many, longer than usual and he had overstayed.

All the fragments, his wishes, his desires, his emotions, always converge in one place and in his mind, they always take form of-

You.

“I always have to remind you many times that I am not her.”

You held both of his hands, laughing softly and even with the realization, hearing such a sound always brings a smile on his lips.

“You can’t blame me for that, sweetie, you always make the wait difficult sometimes.”

“You have told me several times.”

“Even then, I can never be angry at you. Not when I am too selfish to end the game.”

“You have always been scared that I would look at you differently if you do.”

A pause.

A hope.

A longing for reassurance.

“Would you?”

“You simply need to hear my answer.”

He was never the guardian of this forest.

Yet this dream, this dream is the most pleasant he has that it convinced him so well, so well of the role he never took and then, perhaps it was the long journey that when you lead him back to the rest of your forest friends, still asleep, he knew he only had a few moments to say goodbye.

The wolf cubs, tired from playing, finally have friends.

The giant crow, content, rests its body beside you.

The dreaming dragon, on your lap, is now ready to return to his true home.

For the finale of his dream, a pleasant awakening awaits.

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Was it that Sylus always longs for?

You have never been in his bed, you have never stepped foot on any of his many houses, yet the scent of cotton and wildflowers had always followed him, subtle, gentle, comforting.

When he opened his eyes, everything almost overwhelmed him.

The colors, the sounds, and the scents, all blending together that he had to close his eyes to steady his breath and his heart racing too fast, not when your scent had taken reign among the rest.

“Sy-”

He froze.

“Sy-”

It was a second attempt, trembling but he will always recognize the gentle pitch belonging only to one very special person.

“Sy. Lus.”

A third attempt and he turned around to the source of voice who is once again, trying to pronounce his name, to be more continuous this time.

There you are, sitting by his bedside, clearly aware now that he is awake and you are holding on your apron too hard.

The red dusting your cheeks has always been a wonderful color on you.

His precious deer, too sweet, always trying her best, and his sunrise, the light above your head like a halo.

“There’s my darling.”

Perhaps he had held on your arm too hard, only wanting to look at you closely and maybe brush his nose against yours, just to check if this is the waking world but you stumbled towards him, your chair falling against the floor and were you always this light? Yes, you have always been and only the sense of parting with you, even for just a few hours, have made everything too heavy, too hard to let go.

Here you are, finally taking the place he had reserved just for you.

You were quick to lift the hem of your apron near your face, not when he is too close, hovering above you and the first thing you have thought about is you certainly have not practiced for this outcome with the puppet.

Yes, Sylus is certain this is real and even with his mind still hazy, he knows he still owes you an appointment.

“You sounded almost confident there, sweetie,” he laughed, his voice slightly hoarse, and he rested his forehead against yours, “Let’s try again.”

“Sy-”

You paused, looking at the chimes above his head and lowering your apron.

Your lips have never been this inviting.

“Come on.”

He gently coaxed, his tail flicking in excitement and his smile grew.

“Sylus.”

You said softly and you gasped when he pulled you close, hugging you tight and perhaps his laugh was so infectious that you can’t help but do the same, both of you rolling against the white blankets.

There are many things you want to say, questions you want to ask but with him wide awake, all you want to do is also make sure he is here, talking, laughing.

“Mister Dragon?”

He didn’t say anything, playfully smiling at you as he took your wrist, taking in that familiar scent and the warm touch, making sure this isn’t one of his too pleasant dreams.

“Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Will it be too much to ask if you keep your eyes open for a bit longer today?”

“Was I asleep for that long?”, he asked but he doesn’t need a confirmation, not when the clock by the bed already answered it for him.

Midnight.

Here you are, still clinging to the waking world, not wanting to miss a moment if he wakes up.

It was a weak nod but Sylus knew you have been waiting patiently, and the many trinkets scattered in the room finally explained the odd elements of his long dream.

“I’ll keep them open for you, little doe.”

“Thank you. I would like that very much.”

“Are there any requests my precious deer wants to ask from me?”

Your deer ears perked up upon realizing you might be imposing on him especially he just woke up but maybe, there is nothing wrong being selfish for once, just for a little favor.

“Will you keep them open even if I fall asleep?”, you asked slowly, trying to keep your eyes wide open, “I am afraid you might take a long nap again.”

“You’re so silly, sweetheart. I had a long rest. I’ll be awake before you”

“But why?”

“Well, I can’t have a guest in my home starving when she wakes up,” he answered, pulling the thick blanket above your heads, “She might not come back anymore to an inhospitable dragon.”

“Oh-”

How could you forget? He was asleep for so long that you haven’t thought that he might be hungry right now.

His eyes widened, watching you slowly unbutton your blouse.

“Now-”, he chuckled, strained when he held your wrist gently to stop you and his gaze may have lingered at the slope of your exposed neck and then at the strap of your bra barely covered by fabric of your blouse, “You don’t need to offer yourself up to me, sweetie. I feel just fine.”

He carefully buttoned your blouse again, taking one last look at the fading mark he had left on that fateful night.

Even with your clothes slightly crumpled, you were true to your word and he has a suspicion you dress up nicely everyday, waiting at his side.

“Are you sure?”

“I have never been sure.”

You hummed in thought and he pressed a kiss on top of your head, chuckling softly.

“You can rest easy now, sweetie.”

“Then you will still be here?”

“I couldn’t fall asleep now, not when you are here beside me, little doe.”

The soft exchange, the little reassurances that he won’t be taking a long nap anytime soon, and all it took was a pinky promise sealed with a kiss when your eyes drooped slowly, tired from your vigil.

His thumb brushes against your bottom lip but that is the closest he can have for now.

When you wake up, it might be his turn to be a little selfish in the morning.

Afterall, would it be too much to ask you to repeat his name a couple more times?

.

.

.

In Sylus' bedside, his family waits no more.

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Author's Note: I honestly wanted to write a dream sequence ever since with a mix of surreal undertones (You know how trippy dreams can be.) and I wanted those parts to also be a reflection of Sylus' perspective of this odd game of charade he started between our Miss Deer and him. Did lots of foreshadowing prior to this and here we are!

I am now off playing BG3!

As always, see you in the next update!

AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch.4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10 / Side A / Side B

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hehe, i know im probably not the first and definitely won't be the last to ask, but we need a part 3 of the rejected confession series!! whether its a happy ending of reader and the character getting together or just making up and staying friends (or forever parting ways) we need closure!! so when you think you are ready for it, could we possibly have a final part? :,)

“Reconciliation”, Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader

Von Lycaon, Anby Demara, Zhu Yuan

a/n: thank yall so much for the support! its meant so much! i hope everyone enjoys the "good ending" to the Unrequited Love series.

a/n²: also thanks to that one anonymous requester, loved your ideas and helped a bunch when writing! hope i did well in realizing it!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The day before heading to the scheduled meet, you were stressed out of your mind. Having made up your mind, you decided to go, whether it be for reconciliation or- no, you shouldn’t think so optimistically. Maybe this was just a way for them to berate you for ghosting them before cutting ties forever…

With that optimistic thought, you made your way back home, finally getting off the bench you’d been glued to with thought after the brief encounter with the shark-girl. Sorta embarrassing to be told to fix your relationship by a high school girl but at this point any push that didn’t get you deeper into becoming a shut-in was better than none.

Stepping into your home, you shut and locked the door behind you before heading to your room, beelining straight for the closet. Sliding it open, you began to look through the hanged clothing, contemplating what you should wear. Something cute? Something bold? Something that you’d think he’d like or something you felt comfortable in?

After several minutes of this, you finally picked out an outfit, now onto actually getting sleep. Setting the clothes onto a chair, you went to your bathroom and undressed, putting on sleepwear and throwing yourself onto the bed.

A wave of exhaustion passed through you, wow, you were a lot more tired than you thought…

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The outing with you had been going well, Lycaon thought, today was a beautiful day, thankfully Rina was aiding Corin today so he had no worries about being forced to cut it short and attend to any accidents their junior was prone to.

Strolling by the pier of Lumina Square, water a sunset orange as thr Sun began to set into the horizon, you stopped walking, with him following, a sign of confusion on his face.

“Hey, Lycaon?” You spoke nervously, demeanor slightly shaking. Worry began to draw in, not outwardly showing it, not wanting to make you more nervous in speaking. Something that he usually did when with clients- unconsciously leading him to thinking of you as a client rather than his friend at the moment.

Then you confessed.

His mind stopped- cool breaking as the words spilled out of your mouth and into his ears. Forcing his tail to not wag, he was about to reply. Yet what came out of his mouth was not what he intended, having forced his brain into ‘work mode’ to protect himself from all the possibilities of what you might have said.

So instead of accepting your feelings, happily rejoicing and telling you that he returned them wholeheartedly. He… rejected you. The words tumbled out of his mouth, rushed, the professional tone he used with clients slipped in. As if he were a prisoner in his body.

The look you gave him immediately showed he screwed up. Unable to approach as you began to cry, not wanting to take back the words- not because he believed them, but because he believed you would think he was simply pitying you and throwing a bone.

“I’ll start the car up. It’s getting late.”

“I- it’s- hic- it’s f-fine. I’ll get home on m-my own.”

“I must insi-”

“I said it’s fine!”

His ears drooping, wild guilt painted on his face, internally berating himself for having somehow messed up the interaction of his dreams. He went back to his car, turning it on and beginning the drive back home.

Atleast, that’s what he led you to believe. Instead, he parked in a nearby alley before shadowing you- unwilling to not see you home.

The day after that, he texted you, yet you never responded. Days of being left on ‘Read’ became days of you not opening his text messages at all.

It had begun to get at him, his voice became colder than usual with clients, still professional but with more sharpness to it. The others noticed their boss acting like this, yet were unable to pry into the why. It was a shared silent agreement between them and their boss, a wall between their professional work and personal lives. He met with Master Phatheon a few times and even they noticed something was off with the butler.

One day Ellen overheard him murmuring, quickly figuring out who he was so hung up about and what had happened- with some aid from Miss Rina. Unbeknownst to Lycaon, she met up with you unexpectedly, getting you to meet with Lycaon at the cafe. With Rina “booking an appointment” with a client, for Lycaon to meet with at the very same time.

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Stepping into the cafe, bell jingling behind you, looking around the cafe before finding the spot Ellen had directed you to, tilting her head to the farthest seat with her signature bored look and lollipop in mouth. Nodding gratefully, you made your way to the table and sat down. Nerves ablaze, you fixed your clothes, making sure nothing was out of place. Worries bubbled up in your mind, thoughts of what could go wrong swirling in the bubbling soup of anxiousness.

Silver fur snapped you out of your spiraling, the Therian that’d been on your mind now realized in front of you. He mirrored your expression of shock, not having thought to see you again, before he quickly closed the gap, holding you tightly.

“I am so sorry.” Breathless, he looked deep into your eyes, “I had not meant to say what I did. I do wish to be with you. If you’d have me.” Not a man to screw up an opportunity like this- especially after having messed up so badly, any and all grievances be damned- he would say his peace and lay his heart into your hands, to either hold or crush at your whim.

You returned his hold, tears welling up as the two of you embraced, hearts swelling with joy as his hard, fluffy body pressed tightly against you, finally together once more. Sobbing openly as finally, the two of you were together, this time as lovers.

It was a little awkward stepping out of the cafe, with some customers very obviously glancing at the two of you after your two very public reunion…

After Anby had run from your confession, she spent a lot of time rewatching movies. Romance and tragedy specifically, trying to find a solution to what has transpired. The rest of the Cunning Hares were confused about her seemingly out of nowhere interest in those genres, usually seeing her watch action or thrillers.

There was an aching in her heart, one she had originally attributed to the loss of a friend, yet it felt stronger, much stronger. As she watched more and more, she came across an animated film, one of a failed relationship, of how being apart makes the heart grow fonder, ending with the two getting together, stronger than before.

That’s what she wanted.

While originally she was true to herself, only wanting you as a friend, time revealed that she wanted more, especially after forcing herself to dodge into alleys after even a glimpse of your hair, oftentimes leading to odd looks from the Cunning Hares or Phaethon. She wanted to be closer to you, like how the protagonists in the films were.

Standing up, resolution in her heart and an apology on her tongue, she exited the door and began making her way to your abode, moonlight and street lamps lighting the way.

///

You couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a one-off occurrence either. Thoughts powered by the late night struck harshly, leaving lasting impressions that made sleep impossible. Especially those of a particular silver-haired girl.

Sighing, you shook your head, as if to shake the thoughts physically out, getting up from your bed and heading to the kitchen. Opening up the refrigerator, you grabbed a cold pitcher of water and a cup from the cupboard, turning the pitcher and letting the cool liquid spill into the cup, only turning it back upright as it neared the top.

Putting the pitcher back into the fridge before closing it, you grabbed the cup and steadily began to drink from it. Refreshing, always helping whenever those thoughts arrive…

A notification from your phone rang out, having left it in your bedroom you began to make your way to said room, when a knock at the door stopped you. Nothing good ever came from someone at your door at near midnight.

Grabbing a nearby object- your hand finding the handle of a knife, you quietly made your way to the door. Looking through the peephole, you saw a familiar face that made your muscles freeze.

Anby, staring right back at you. In her usual getup, with the same mono-look, but a hint of anxiousness hidden in her eyes.

Setting the knife down onto the counter, you slowly opened up the door, nerves threatening a rebellion against your body as you opened the door.

Finally face to face with Anby, without the blurriness and fish-eye view that the peephole provided, you could see how less kept she was than usual. Eyes tinged with red- a sign of screen overuse. Sweat, faster breaths, a flush of red coloring her pale cheeks.

The two of you stared at each other for a second before she quickly closed in.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked, monotone as it was, a hint of breathiness from her seemingly having sprinted here from wherever she was prior. “I shouldn’t have ran.”

You didn’t know what to do, worried that nodding or shaking your head would give the wrong impression- whatever the impression you wanted to give was lost to you.

You just stood there, listening to what she had to say.

“In the movies they always get together after the first confession. But it didn’t feel right at the time- but it also didn’t feel right saying no.”

A silence before you decided to share your two cents.

“Anby-” her attention diverted back to you straightaway, “How about this. We date for a bit- say, a year, then if you feel like it’s right, then we can continue. If not, then atleast we tried…”

“Just don’t run again, even being friends would be better than never seeing you again.”

She quickly closed the gap between the two of you, embracing you tightly, with you following suit. “Okay…” her voice was shaky, her grip on you was not.

Okay actually it was too tight- “Anby I think you’re gonna break my spine!”

Stepping out of your assigned police car, you nodded to your partner as they exited the vehicle and went to leave the premises. Qingyi having gone back to Zhu Yuan’s side after the one day the two of you were assigned together, message delivered, you wondered how she pulled off getting to be your partner.

You began to make your way to Zhu Yuan’s desk, with her filling out some final papers regarding what happened to the blimp atop of the Ballet Twins Towers. A situation that had been narrowly avoided ending in catastrophe by an inorganic citizen being insusceptible to the knock-out gasses found in the systems of the victims. Her squadron had been the first to the scene, being stopped at the first tower before being forced to evacuate and find another way up by several explosives being detonated at the bridge.

It was a headache for everyone involved, happy that the worse situation happened but not looking forward to the amount of paperwork needed to be filed, especially since the prime suspect of a major case and now this case had gone off-grid with the blimp to who knows where now.

Thankfully it seemed Zhu Yuan didn’t mind it too much, all too happy to do her work, no matter how monotonous it seemed. Turning off the computer for the day and filing papers into cabinets, she had been adding a sprinkle of water into the tomato plant she’d been growing, thoughts swirling as she continued with the monotonous task.

///

It’d been days since she last saw you. Invitations declined, only glimpses of you before you seemingly disappeared into the crowd or entered somewhere she couldn’t follow. Her days had been growing duller, work becoming a distraction to her problems.

Her mom had commented on this, citing worries about how she’d been seemingly throwing herself deeper into work and training, questioning the near-null appearances of you in recent times. She hated to lie to them, yet didn’t want to confront the facts.

She’d been too late to tell you how she felt. She would never get the opportunity again...

One day Qingyi told Zhu Yuan that she'd have to stay a little later, orders given to her to give to Zhu Yuan a little extra work. While to most, this’d be an annoyance, Zhu Yuan readily accepted the new work, not wanting to go back to her lonely apartment.

///

You knocked on the doorframe- breaking her out of her thoughts, face lighting up as she laid eyes on you.

“Uh, hey Zhu Yuan…” She set the water-can down and stood up hastily. “Hey! Uhm…” The two of you stood awkwardly as you tried to form the words you wanted to say.

“I’m sorry.” Zhu Yuan looked at you, worry on her face, urging you to continue. While she had been hurt from how you were seemingly avoiding her, she still looked at you as a close friend.

“It’s… stupid of me. But I wanted to tell you that…”

You confessed, deciding to put all your trust in Qingyi and just do it. Ripping the proverbial band-aid off, the words tumbled out.

She stood there, wide-eyed as you finished. There was a brief silence before tears began to bunch at the edge of her eyes. Your heart stopped, worried that you’d done something wrong before she closed the gap and embraced you, repeating “Yes!” and “I like you too!”, nearly squealing in delight.

You were dazed from how hard she was shaking you, before finally getting a hold. “So.. you’re not into Qingyi?”

“Huh? No, where’d you get that idea?”

“Ahh…” it was a little embarrassing to admit this in hindsight, “I thought since… you looked at her like that, that you…”

She giggled a little, before stopping quickly, “Sorry- I- I looked like that because I was thinking of you. Just, I looked away anytime you looked at me since I didn’t know if you returned my feelings…”

“Ah…”

Finally love bloomed, no longer covered by the walls of uncertainty.

[xxsycamore]

JOYRIDE

╰┈➤ 💕MC has always dreamed about Arthur taking her for a drive, almost as much as Arthur himself has. But once the opportunity arises, they both seem to be having other ideas...

Arthur Conan Doyle x MC • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Car Sex; Modern Era; Public Sex; pretty sure they're breaking at least a few moral AND actual laws in this; Kissing; Not Wearing Underwear; Teasing; Clothed Sex; Riding; Blow Jobs; Oral Sex; Come Swallowing • wordcount: 2,241 • masterlist

a/n: Also titled "Arthur driving (me insane)". I love his card, I'm sorry.

Part of my Sexy Ikemen Summer Creation Challenge. Prompts: In the car while traveling + Forgo underwear on the date

"Soo… what do we think?"

MC crosses her legs, angling herself just a little more in Arthur's direction so she won't miss all the intriguing little changes happening on his face. He's just finished spending a handful of seconds being stunned speechless, admiring the car's outer appearance before joining her inside. He places his hands on the steering wheel to get a better feeling of it, marine blue eyes sparkling with the wonder of a child receiving a shiny new toy on Christmas morning. They don't lose their spark one bit when landing on MC, head shaking in disbelief.

"Luv, you're absolutely bonkers. What did you do?"

She chuckles, smoothing out the front of her skirt that has ridden up just a bit from the motion of crossing her legs. It's actually a good sign that Arthur has just missed that, he must truly be captivated by her little surprise.

"I rented it! I know how much you love to drive and… I always thought it was such a shame that we're living in such an early age of car manufacturing. But now that we can freely travel through the door, I can finally help you go for a drive just like you remember it! Well, not exactly how you remember it, but…"

The MGA convertible they're currently seated in is a 1957 model, meaning it came out a couple of decades after his death, but practically is the closest thing available to his beloved dark green 16-horse-power Dietrich-Lorraine. MC even found one in the same color. Arthur's cheeks must be hurting by now but the grin is yet to fall from his face. He's busy checking out everything on the dashboard, testing buttons and adjusting the rearview mirror.

"A modern masterpiece! By Jove, how unbelievable it is that I'm going to drive this thing! MC, dear, I— Come here."

Rejuvenated by the taste of "modernity", Arthur grabs the back of MC's head to pull her in for a kiss charged with utter joy, excitement, and lots of thankfulness, of course. She's happy to catch the master of the pen being out of words, burning this sight into her memory. Actually, that's exactly what she bought a camera for. Click! Arthur, now back to his business, doesn't even register the sealing of the memory, probably due to the absence of the flash. It only makes the capture more natural-looking, and MC is satisfied with that.

"MC, thank you so much. I'm such a lucky man. And you terribly outdid yourself, you little rascal!"

Putting away the camera somewhere just close enough for some more on-the-spot memories to be sealed, MC leans in and puts a peck on Arthur's cheek, feeling her own sides beginning to heat up.

"Don't thank me just yet, wait until we get that baby on the road! I did promise you a surprise for your birthday that would come a little later in the summer, on our next trip to the 21st century… I'm cheating a little by indulging in your joy here, you know? Because of how I've always dreamed of you taking me for a drive like this, hehe…"

It would be interesting to show Arthur what a truly modern automobile looks like, but she figured that would be too much of a headache for him just yet. Besides, she prefers it if he can actually drive the thing without it ending in a crash.

It's illegal either way, and they're both aware of that, with Arthur not possessing any documents, but it's a risk they're willing to take. And Comte totally didn't tell them not to worry about that, in a very cryptic fashion. But just to make sure, they opt for a rural highway once they pull off, and make it a point to stay extra alert.

"You know what else I'm thinking about?"

Feeling the wind in her hair, MC's soft hum of interest comes a bit tardy as she's too occupied by their cruising. This only results in her slightly jumping in her seat the moment a delicate warm hand snakes its way to her exposed knee.

"Fooling around in a car with you."

She takes her eyes off the road to instead regard the audacity of that devious hand, her widened eyes then trailing to the culprit behind the steering wheel. And his shit-eating grin.

"Arthur…"

Heartbeat speeding up as his fingerpads dip under her skirt and dig into the inside of her thigh, MC can't help pressing her legs together to trap his hand in between. It's the far opposite of what she'd liked her reaction to be, with such a reckless distraction… Oh, but Arthur's own eyes are on the road, and he prides himself in being able to please a woman even with his eyes closed, and the bubbles of adrenaline pop and fuzz low in her belly and morph into something more tangible and liquid…

"Would you look at that, luv? A dirt road I could easily go onto and find a good place to pull off. Or we can drive by it and keep chit-chatting, it's entirely your call. But do make up your mind quickly!"

Alarms go off in MC's mind as she struggles to come out of the daze, and it's hard when Arthur's implication only puts her deeper in there. Just how did their scenic drive come to this?

"Pull off."

Arthur drums the wheel with his other hand, visibly pleased with her decision. In another minute the car's engine goes quiet and the world inside MC's head only gets louder, as she's being pulled into Arthur's lap.

Albeit cramped, the luxurious interior of the car makes it possible for such acrobatics, much to MC's surprise, as the leather front seat is wide and not disjointed like in modern cars. Her knees sink down on each side of Arthur as he begins feeling her up - grabbing handfuls of her ass and making her skirt hike up, then following the dips of her sides up to her breasts and bringing them in closer to his face. He's at the perfect height to bury his face in her bosom, yet the vampire in him always gets more distracted by her delectable nape. He licks a wet stripe across it, feeling the call of her blood pulse alluringly under the wet muscle. But they wouldn't want to make too much mess now, would they?

"Still up for a ride, dove?"

Arthur rocks MC's body down on his groin and puts a barely needed emphasis on what his offer entails. The soft whine that leaves her lips is like music to Arthur's ears, and he already wants to make her sing for him more. That's why he loses little time leaving those tantalizing caresses where the skin isn't burning to the touch with need, and his hand ends up fully under her skirt, cupping her hot arousal.

And to his surprise, there's no barrier separating his touch from her core.

"My, someone planned this? I can't believe you tricked me into thinking all you wanted was an innocent little drive!"

She knew this moment would come, yet now all her comebacks are forgotten with only a guilty little laugh leaving her curled-up lips. While seducing him so boldly was on the list for their date, she was thinking more of some nice and secluded spot for this to happen, preferably away from the vehicle…

MC grinds down on his palm, even if the morsel of pleasure quickly leaves her starving for more. She could get off of his lap, demand they put the roof on, push him down on the seat, do anything that will ease this feeling of committing the forbidden, laced with plenty of embarrassment on top. But alas, thrill prevails.

"Nnh… Take me now Arthur, don't waste any time…!"

Ignoring the inevitable teasing little "oh?" coming from her boyfriend, MC reaches underneath her to undo Arthur's belt. She likes his outfit for their date, grey trousers and a brown leaf-print shirt, a pair of sunglasses tucked casually in the crux of his undone upper three buttons. MC briefly considers moving them out of harm's way, to his handsome face for instance, but then his beautiful eyes would be obscured, and that'd be such a shame…

Arthur's own hands intrude to get the job done even faster, and once his cock springs out aching and throbbing, he guides her soft fingers to wrap around it.

He's quick to claim her lips as soon as her face is in close proximity, angled down to look at the growing hardness she's stoking, and the sweetness of her mouth only enhances the sensation but he can't not kiss her breathless. MC moans in his mouth, the clenching of her core becoming more agonizing with the promise of what's to come making itself known hot and heavy in her tight fist.

"Do you want to put it in yourself, little bird?"

Oh, she sees now. Arthur is making her embrace the act completely, to finish what she's started until he can come out clean in the end… It's more than a little unfair at this point. But perhaps this is not such a bad thing.

Letting go of Arthur's hot mouth with a last little suckle of his tongue, MC pins down his gaze as she secures a hand on his shoulder, ascending from her seat ever so slightly.

After an adjustment of her position, the tip of his cock comes to rest snuggly against her swollen lips and MC sways her hips softly. She uses her hand to guide it in, or at least pretends to, because as soon as the head begins to breach the leaking hole of her opening, MC pulls it out again.

"Mm…Naughty girl… don't tease now. Be nice."

Instead of falling for his husky whispering and quickly complying, MC keeps her act on. The next time she catches Arthur's gaze, his eyes are half-lidded and the cheekiness is wiped off his face.

His quiet hiss of anticipation motivates MC and she gets a little bit ahead of herself - because that's just what Arthur has waited for, and he uses the opportunity of the new shallow penetration to grab her by the waist and press down. Slowly but insistingly.

"Ahhh—Arthur-"

They both watch his cock disappear inside her, with MC throwing her head back once he bottoms out. Arthur groans at the tightness enveloping him, kissing her exposed neck.

"See? It was easy. Don't deny your desires, luv." His little noisy pecks should be calming her senses down but the fire inside her has only spread further. She figures it's about time for her to take the reins, and using Arthur's shoulders for leverage, she begins bouncing in his lap, settling an ambitious pace right away.

Arthur rests his arm on the door, admiring her as the expression on her face grows lewder by the second, struggling to keep up with the explosive waves of pleasure hitting her one after another yet still stubbornly fucking herself on his cock.

"Haah- So fast… You're going to make me come, luv."

The sudden squeezing he feels around his cock makes a brand new grin bloom on Arthur's face, and he's quick to move his other hand downwards and see if she can keep going when he doubles the pleasure. MC all but screams at the feeling of his fingers rubbing her clit in rhythm with her own thrusts, unable to do anything but to embrace the orgasm that rips through her like lightning.

Arthurs coos at her blissed-out face, even if he's barely holding himself back from joining her in the climax. Only when she falls completely out of rhythm does he take it upon himself to seize control, but just as he opens his mouth to warn of his upcoming orgasm MC unexpectedly gets completely off of him.

Arthur's deep-sea blue eyes follow her movements until her head suddenly descends and hovers over his twitching cock, her mouth opening to take him in. He can do little but remain where he is as she coaxes a powerful orgasm out of him with ease, her plush lips closing around his tip and enthusiastically sucking the seeping currents as they come one by one.

The moan that carries her name is etching itself into her very heart, with just a little spark of arousal to it that she can ignore for the time being. Arthur places his hand gently under her chin, but he can't help himself prodding at her bottom lip with his thumb just for a glimpse of the fluids coating her tongue.

She sticks it out for him but as a mockery more than anything, to accompany the cheekiness of laying her head across his lap - everything already swallowed and gone. Arthur props up his head on his arm with his elbow still resting on the door of the car, and the summer day's heat has made a sweaty mess of the hairlocks falling on his forehead. MC gets a good look at his handsome face from her new point of view, nuzzling into his hand that is still caressing her face. For some reason, they're both feeling giddy.

"So then luv, if we're done being a pair of horny teenagers, should we continue with our little joyride?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, we haven't paused for a bit!"

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[ifidra]

Some silly animatic I was working on for past MONTH (I lowkey hate it, but it'll be fine)

That is supposed to be another AU of mine, in which I just swapped Bill with his parents :)

🟥INFO DUMP🟦

Scalene and Euclid are the only survivors from a two-dimensional dimension. They destroyed a lot of dimensions in search of the perfect vessel to revive their son, who died years ago "by a terrible accident" along with their home dimension. They still carry a piece of him with them, as only with its help the child can be reborn.

If we go by the plot of the series, then in the eighties they find Ford, who is able to build them a portal to move to his dimension (this is what they need, because in their dimension there is no one who would be suitable for the role of a vessel). They also manipulate the hell out of him, he destroys the portal, and then we skip to right when Gideon summons them again, and they finally find what they need - the perfect host in the form of Dipper. Further skip to the end of the series, Scalene tricks Mabel into cracking and opening the portal, chaos begins, they blackmail Mabel and Dipper and threaten to kill their gruncles, eventually Dipper sacrifices himself and they are banished by wiping his memory (again, in general everything is almost like in the original story, only a little bit of role swap), except that unlike Bill they don't ask for help from Axolotl, but regenerate each other from themselves (it's hard to explain, they kind of give all their strength and part of their body to each other to survive), and they sort of fuse together. That's how it is...

When it comes to their characters, it's pretty simple. I love parents - villains trope in general, so their dynamics are very appealing to me. Euclid is a charismatic and VERY emotional father with anger issues, but he's also the most empathic of the two and a little 🤏🤏🤏 more sober, and even somewhat aware of how much fucked up shit he and Scalene have done. Scalene on the other hand is cold, unemotional, and at first glance more normal-looking than her husband, but in fact she's the most mad one, and she's the one who "pushes" the duo. They are really tough lovers, perfectly complement each other and adore each other, and both are obsessed with the idea of reviving their first and only son, as they consider his death the most painful grief in their lives.

They had always dreamed of showing him the stars, and were very happy when their baby boy was diagnosed as a child with the same eye anomaly they had. But there was one problem. He was partially blind. However, father and mother were so obsessed with their sick idea of "showing their son what they see" that they chose to ignore this " unserious" problem, and after they destroyed the dimension, after millions of years, they forgot what their son was like, as memories tend to change over time. And if Euclid still sometimes catches flashbacks and talks about his worries and suspicions, then Scalene goes into severe denial, and does not perceive the past as something that is her or her husband's fault. By behavior they are typical parents - narcissists, as they see themselves and their son as something united, and make up a future for Bill, who has long since passed away. They don't even remember what he was really like, they have only an idealized image in their heads, which they made up themselves.

Yea smth like that, I hope you liked it💙

Some WIP's hehe)))

[froggybrainz]

Part 2! of my fic Dream Walker

Once again, I have a disclaimer that this isn't a y/n fic but a world building one for my au "It Stalks."

Waking up back in my bed was a relief for sure I thought glancing over at my phone it reading the time 6:00am, though I wished I could get more sleep Hehe….ehh…collecting the motivation, I finally throw my covers off and begin my day with a nice hot shower. I enjoyed getting up earlier. It allowed me to enjoy the simple things of not having to share the bathroom with my little brother. Yep, no fighting over who got to use the toilet first or who got the last bit of cereal. It was great.

Getting out I dried my hair and threw on my usual outfit of jeans, shirt and boots, my style hasn't changed much at all over the years, I just don't like standing out too much yknow? Besides, nothing beats comfort. Leaving the bathroom, I strolled over to my brother's door and gave it a “slight” knock.

*THUD

*THUD

*THUD

At the last knock, it sounded like something fell to the floor as I heard my brother start to yell from inside his room.

“He's up” I smiled to myself, walking over to the kitchen to start on breakfast. It wasn't long before I heard the rhythm of small angry feet stomp towards me.

“What was all that for!”

“Just making sure that you're up as per mom's request.”

Being the older sibling to my much younger 12 year old brother means that I gotta keep him in his place. It's my duty, after all, to annoy the annoying. Besides, he doesn't get much of a say in things after he's been caught skipping school.

After a short car ride of moody glares from my brother Zachary, I dropped him off at the front door of his school.

“Now remember, mom said she won't be home till sometime before dinner, so I'm gonna have to take you to work with me tonight.”

“Can I just go home and wait there?”

“No you're grounded still, and I'm being punished by having to babysit you to make sure you get your homework done.”

“It's just one F it's not even that big of a deal, Alex!”

“ok buddy”.

One last final show of sass from Zachary, as he rolls his eyes, and walks away towards the front door of the school. He's not a bad kid he’s just under the influence of bad friends. I know I give him shit alot but he needs to understand that there are consequences to his actions and I don't want to end up seeing my baby brother end up in some ditch due to bad people worming their ways into his life.

Hearing the bell ring reminded me that I also have class to get to. I switch on my favorite playlist and speed my way over to the other side of town.

The parking lot was full but I was able to find a spot near the bleachers at the other end of the football field. Grabbing my bags I hear a familiar voice call out to me from a distance. Looking up I see my friend Bernie running up to me.

“There you are, and I thought I was gonna be lonely today!” she said, jogging over to me.

“oh hi Bernie, how ar-” before i could protest against it, she picked me up and squeezed me.

“hmmm not too bad, but now it's going great since you're here!” She responded, releasing me from her bear hug. “Now I don't have to sit alone or try to socialize with other people”. She remarked, pinning her curly blond hair back up into a ponytail. Pulling the baby hairs back down to frame her face.

Bernie’s been a friend of mine since my freshman year of college. She's just kinda stuck to me after the first day, saying that I just had a sad aura to me and that everyone deserves at least someone to talk to. 22 and a buoyant personality, she could get along with a feral raccon if you let her. But like anyone she does have her qurks of being annoying at times and never fully grasping the thought of person space but I gotta hand it to her, she was the only one who would put up with me even in my hours of being hard headed.

We're the black cat and Labrador kinda of friendship.

“You can't make mistakes unless you take chances. Regrets are the only thing that'll haunt you when you're older”. That quote from her our first year really had stuck with me. At the time, I was still recovering from the incident at my old job when she came around. My mom wanted me to take some time off from school, but I'm glad I went back. I just felt like a turtle, too scared to come out of my shell when she came and helped pull me out.

Looking at the time, we grab our stuff and decide to tour around the halls of the school to pass time and chat for a little bit before the bell. Strolling into the grand hallway, we make our way past the news board, and Bernie slows down to look at it. Turning my head, I look over to find her staring at the missing persons bulletin and how big it's gotten from just summer alone. Her head pointed to look at one with a somewhat familiar face on it. Her eyes were somber looking at the man in that photo, but all I could do was hold her hand and guide her forward.

The news won't cover any more missing person reports, and the police will only do so much if you don't have money to bride them with. The government won't fund anymore of The Foundation’s research to push back the flood of “Lurkers”. Less the people know about anything, the better. Oh, what a great country we live in. What a joke….

The day went by slowly, and we were finally let out for lunch. I grabbed myself something small from the cafeteria and found Bernie sitting in our usual spot near the library. Taking a seat next to her, I found her going through her phone as she was trying to search for something.

“Whatcha doing?... I hope you're not gonna ignore me by being on your phone”...

“Do you happen to know anything more about that guy?...Maybe if he had Facebook….” Bernie questioned.

“...The guy from the board?...”

She flickered her eyes up to me, then back on her phone.

“Yes…”

Never have I seen her so determined to search up on somebody other than the time she took a whole week to find the other matching earrings in her room, let alone a guy like him…. seeing him walk exhausted through the halls carrying his camera around, I don't think anyone ever asked what he was talking photos of. Seemed creepy to me, but Bernie would give him puppy eyes whenever he was near. He sorta just disappeared one day, and no one, not even a parent, came looking for him. The school only had his report put up when one of the cafeteria workers noticed him missing. William Grossman 26 this year and, like many, will probably never be seen again….

Another short one, but it's either I post small ones regularly or I make a big one and stress about it longer trying to meet a deadline. Anyway, I want to call it my FanFic Friday so I have a set date to post about my fic, and it'll also give me time to draw/think

[ambrosialdesire]

u have said that before but that doesn’t stop my dreams.

also my dumbass thought u finished the reiner fic and i was confused at the end and birth control a real one 🙂‍↕️☝️

-🌷

HELP then i dreadfully wish you luck on your attempts tulip anon 💀😭

I WISH I FINISHED IT TO BEGIN WITH TBH LOL but i think the fact that it was so long + not me being able to write the smut caused its major delay in the first place, also because i'm so tedious with adding details and editing haha

YES i purposefully made bert a progressive alpha, supporting reader's dreams of being more than her subgender and being a cool bro overall. originally, i was gonna make it be that he was pretending cause reiner always gets the omegas, reiner always gets the fame and the adoration, and bertolt is always left with scraps like the rest of the team even though he's the only one that can match up to reiner's feats and playstyle. so seeing this omega, the very one that reiner is so head-over-heels over and has a strong head on her shoulders, why doesn't he try to claim her before he does? it'll show reiner that he can't get everything he wants, plus he gets to keep a cutie as his permanent partner. he still likes annie, but he already knew it wasn't going to work out between each other due to them being both alphas (and she's already taken), so BAM he already has a back-up plan, poor ol omega reader.

idk why i didn't go through with it tbh, but i felt like the reader was already going through it mentally due to the self-deprecating trait i gave her lmfao what more ANOTHER fake friend who's actually trying to fuck her too (which was actually supposed to happen when i had them share the bed after annie rejected him hehe cause if any of you remember, i said something vaguely about making a big choice during the making of bloodsports pt 1 idk if i already deleted the post but this was the choice: either they sleep together and reiner smells her on bertolt or they just snuggle hehe)

[dennydraws]

Good Morning! It's almost weekend :D

Hello everyone! Weekend is almost here, huzzah! I hope the summer heat is starting to lessen for all you autumn lovers out there! As a summer child, my powers were at peak last month and now I begin to unwind as the colder months will start creeping in, but it'ts fine for I adore autumn most! :>

Comic Project, Comic Project!! First, thank you so, sooo much for giving my new comic project a follow and a look!! I have the next couple of chapters done and I aim to post new one every 2 weeks to keep a healthy pace for my won energy's sake. :D;; I'll be busy with a friend's visit next week so chapter 2 will probably get posted on Friday where I normally would have posted it on next Monday! Please look forward to it! (always fun to type that) I'm practicing to get more comfy with drawing in procreate so it is a learning curve for sure! :>

Sun Haven!!! Ahhh, I've been playing this game a lot this week, though I'm barely in summer first year now ! This game is so much fun! I love that I can be dragon, fae, demon, angel, elemental, cat or whatever I want and live my fantasy farm dream XD I'm super indulging myself with forbidden angel/vampire romance scenarios now and gushing over so many art ideas in my head. Expect a downpour of arts by the end of the month probably :'D;;;

Watercolors!!!! I'm just going to add 4 exclamation marks to follow the other two, ahem anyway, yes watercolors! I've been practicing environment while not trying to get too hung up on the task, just having fun and drawing Marwind in random wonderous locations! I picked an old sketchbook which has very .....difficult paper but also that makes it easier for practicing and just letting go of expectations. I'm not in a hurry to finish it or anything but excited to show it eventually. It... is going to take a while given how I draw on both sides of the pages XD;;

Anyway, that's all I had to say for today ... before someone at work scolds me for blogging during work hours hehe

Thank you for reading my rambles, dear reader! I hope you have great rest of the week and a wonderful weekend!

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

Ramona: Talking to the moon

Okay okay okay... OKAY... I NEED TO SHARE THIS IDEA I HAD OR ELSE I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL AND WILL BECOME A GHOST WHO HAUNTS ANYONE WHO SHIPS RAMONA

I've been listening to the song 'Talking to the moon' by Bruno Mars quite a lot lately. I especially listened to it while drawing Ramona drawings because I ran into the song in a Ramona playlist on spotify and saw it fitting for it. But then, like the person with a giant imagination and person that talks to herself 24/7, I ended up coming up with a whole scenario for a possible music video, that I hope to do at some point when my brain finally tells me 'alright, you can animate now you dumbass'. LET'S START.

We begin to a scene of Raph in his bedroom on his bed. We see he is drawing someone, it's Mona Lisa. He takes a deep breath and sighs as he closes his sketchbook. He recalls how several of his friends made fun of the idea that Raph actually got with a salamander alien from another galaxy.

Slash: "Hehe. You sure Raph you didn't accidentally get high while in space?" Catty: "BAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHA THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING EVER HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA" Lotus: "Let us meet her in person and if we don't meet her we know your taking drugs." Emina: "Awww. Is she your imaginary girlfriend? If so that is adorable! I hope you'll one day find the girl you dream of her to be."

These were some of the many comments Raph has gotten. He got up from his bed and went out of his room. He decided to leave the sewers for a while.

It was late at night and the sky was almost pitch black filled and covered with bright sparkly stars. We see Raph jump from roof to roof. He was still thinking about Mona. He stopped as he looked at the moon. It was a full moon. Gorgeous and beautfiul. It shined across the city, creating a sort of blue-ish dark purple like moonlight (how the f do you describe these things-??). Raph sat down on the edge of the roof. His green eyes tilted up towards the moon. Sitting by himself, all alone. It was just him and the moon.

His hand slowly reached out to it as he thought he saw glimpses of Mona in the moon. He looked down and pulled his arm back. He closed his eyes as he felt the moonlight hit his green like skin that also had diamond like shapes all around his body (Raph is a diamondback-terrapin in my AU along with Leo and Jennika). Raph thought of Mona and all the things they have went thru. He opened his eyes once more and looked back up at the moon. Wondering of Mona Lisa was still thinking about him and hasn't forgotten about him.

We cut to a new scene. Also if you wanna make it more fun with the song make it cut to a female cover of sorts. This time it shows the planet Salamandria, Mona Lisa's home planet. We find out that Mona became the talk of the town after the Salamandrians reclaimed their planet back from Dregg. Everyone found out about the turtles and their gang and how they were friends with Sal Commander/G'throkka and Mona Lisa/Y'gtthba and also how Mona fell in love with Raph and became his lover.

The female salamanders would gossip about her and question if she is okay in the head. They also thought it was embarrassing of Mona that she would choose a creature of lower rank and from a disgraceful planet. The males kept telling her that all he is trying to do is seduce her and to be with a real man. And that all he will try to do to her is try and impregnate her and make her bare his children that he will then not care about (babygirls acting like they won't also do the same to my queen and they act as if they don't want my girl to carry and deal with billion trillion gazzilion kids). Sal would defend his friends and especially Raph and that Mona made the right choice falling in love with him.

Mona hated how Raph was seen by her people. She was able to see how judgemental they were towards people all because they were a lower rank compared to them. Also she found it hypocritical that people said she made the wrong choice picking a low rank creature when many of the people that said it are lower ranked salamanders and she doesn't even know them. The things they said kept being repeated on and on in her head. She didn't like it in the slightest.

She walked thru Salamandrian and saw a few hills. She decided to climb a bit. She actually enjoyed doing that. Even as a kid she loved it. Mona kept on climbing until she saw the full moon shining in the dark sky. The stars shining bright as always. She sat down and crossed her legs together. She did a similar thing like Raph did in his segment. Reaching her arm towards the moon, having small glimpses of Raph, but then she looked down. She hugged herself and sighed. Mona wondered if Raph was still thinking about her and hasn't fallen out of love with her. As she closed her eyes she thought of Raph again and hoped he was truly the love of her life. She was really hoping she wasn't just being some stupid fool.

Now the male and female cover mash together and we see both Mona and Raph side by side. Both finally speaking and calling out if either one of them can hear each other calling them. Only to once more look down. The moon was still there shining brightly.

Finally we show both Raph and Mona side by side. Doing what they were doing in the earlier scenes. Both staring at the moon, reaching their arms towards it as they see glimpses of each other. But then they look down and close their eyes. Slowly, both got up and began to walk away with sad like expressions. They missed each other a whole ton and they were wondering if they will ever see each other or will they forever be far away from each other? Neither don't know...

Finally, the music ends and it's over....

Damn I wrote this really fast which surprises me lmao- Anyway- To my brain: PLEASE LET ME GET MOTIVATION TO ANIMATE THIS PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED MONEY TO FEED MY 10 MILLION KIDS AND HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO CURRENTLY LIVE IN THE SEWERS AND HAVE TO EAT RATS IN ORDER TO SURVIVE PLEASE HELP-

[levenxa]

DSST Blue and Nightmare pre-Incident?

Maybe a sort of surprise visit from the bloo boy?

Here you go!

Sorry this took so long istg I asked for writing rq’s right before descending into writers block :,D

I’m good now, so here’s the first public fic I’ve posted on Tumblr!

Blue visits Nightmare // pre-incident (DS! Storytwist)

// Word Count: 2152

The day was going pretty swiftly, time flew as Nightmare got himself invested into the prolonged storyline of a book. He sat behind this large stump of bark, leaves falling from the top. He was leaning against a tree, the very well known Feelings Tree.

Whatever it was called, it was a very calming place to relax and chill at. His legs were slightly propped up, knees up against his chest, he rested his book on the small platform, silently reading.

“You wanna go and explore the village?” Someone asked.

He had luscious black hair, small light highlights on the tips. He wore a black sweater, with a brown t-shirt right on top, two tan straps on both sides, topped off with a shiny golden crown. This was Dream, Nightmare’s technical roommate, or friend. The relationship was unclear for the most part.

“Nah, I think I’ll just stay here.” Nightmare replied, flipping through a page in his book.

Dream scooted himself next to Nightmare teasingly, a small smile on his face while doing so. “Come onn! It’ll be fun I promise! Or partly promise.” He insisted.

Going into town was one of Dream’s favorite things to do. He loved to engage with people, even when everyone just toyed with his gratefulness. “There could be chocolate~”

Nightmare just laughed at that, nudging the other in a joking way. “Hey! You know I like sweets but hate the village! I’m not going with you.” He answered.

“Ughhh fine. Just stay here okay? I’ll be back before midnight. Stay out of trouble.” Dream finished as he waved goodbye, making his way to the large village where he would hang out with friends and have a better social life.

Once he was gone Nightmare immediately went back to reading, he was at an interesting part, where the main character finally met the love interest. How terrible, let’s keep reading.

“pssst hey—psstttt hey nutcaseee…helloooo~!”

“What..” Nightmare started before he looked up, not seeing anyone there. Glancing behind him however, to the left was a blue and white clothed individual. Great, another person to bother him. But wait…this wasn’t just any person, these two knew eachother.

“Blue what the fuck.” The negative one said, slowly standing up to properly face this menace.

The so-called ‘Blue’ waved cutely, making his way over to give Nightmare a big hug. “I just got back! I wanted to see you again, haha~!” He acknowledged. Blue regularly visited Nightmare at the tree, constantly bugging him whilst also befriending him. It was kinda sweet really.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to be back so soon. How was all the traveling?” Nightmare wondered, slowly putting his book on the grass right next to him. Blue often explored many different areas and very much enjoyed doing it. That’s how he found Nightmare in the first place.

Blue let go of Nightmare and kneeled in front of him. “It’s been soooo tiring, yet so fun! But my favorite place to visit is here~” He teased. His bright blue irises glowing in the sunlight, as he leaned in with a smirk.

“Oh shut up…” Nightmare flourished. He hid a small blush behind his book as he propped it up for cover.

“Hmm, why~? Are you embarrassed about me visiting you? You should take advantage of that, you know? Hehe~!” Blue spoke, as he decided to sit right next to him.

Nightmare had always felt a bit awkward around Blue, but somehow they had managed to become friends. Even if Blue still acted like a child sometimes.

“No, I don't want Dream to get the wrong idea. That's all.” Nightmare responded, turning away from Blue, once more looking at his book.

"Aw, come onnn~!” Blue whined.

“People don't like others who tease them, idiot.” Nightmare mumbled under his breath, he didn’t look at Blue while talking.

“Yeahh, I know. I’m so unlikable but you still talk to me!” Blue stated.

Nightmare sighed, he couldn't ignore him now. "Don't say that about yourself."

"It’s true though!" Blue whined, crossing his arms as he pouted in frustration.

Nightmare looked to the side, seeing the other being his usual train wreck self. “No it’s not. You're actually kind, caring, funny, and smart. You may tease me a whole lot, but that doesn’t speak for your entire character." He explained.

Blue seemed to calm down a little, as he dropped his pouty expression. "Oh uh…thanks. That really means a lot." He said, speaking quite softly just then. Nightmare really admired that part of him, he knew exactly how to make people smile.

“Sure thing.” The negative one replied.

“Soooooo…are we gonna sit here forever or what? Let’s do something fun together!” Blue suggested.

Nightmare looked at him, considering it. "What, why?" He shrugged, sitting back onto the tree.

Blue took that opportunity to suggest something. "Let's go explore the world! I know some cool places that I want to show you! We can travel the whole world together!" He pleaded.

Nightmare stopped for a moment, glancing at the blue eyed boy. "That sounds nice…but I'm still trying to finish this book."

Blue looked disappointed for a second, before he chuckled. "How boring. How do you even stay interested in books like that? It's a boring romance plot. Exploring the world is more fun.”

Nightmare tilted his head curiously, turning his attention back to the book. Was it? He thought. Maybe he just thought so because he liked the protagonist. Then again, maybe the book really was shit.

“I’m not much of a traveler, Blue.” Nightmare admitted. He was more of a homebody.

“You don’t have to be! I can show you all of the amazing things I've seen! It would be a way better romance plot than that book for sure! And we can vibe together~” Blue kept insisting, never giving up on his adorable face.

Nightmare just nodded as a sign of approval, and then spoke, “Okay. I'll trust you on that. If you insist that much, I guess I will. Where are you taking me?"

“Oh! Well, the first trip is…my house!” Blue declared excitedly as he stood up.

“What?!” Nightmare was caught off guard by this sudden request, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Blue smirked, knowing exactly what he did. "I’ve seen your place sooo many times! And I realized you’ve never been to my home. So I figured that would be our first trip! You also haven't seen my room yet~” Blue teased.

Nightmare huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew Blue was just messing with him, but at least it gave him an excuse to leave the tree. With that the two set off away from the village, walking side by side.

Nightmare looked around, noticing the sun setting in the distance. It was already twilight, the sky had turned orange and purple. As much as he hated leaving the tree, he also loved being with Blue. They walked for a good half hour, until eventually they reached a large, secluded town. Unlike the village, this area was quite full. There were many other townspeople nearby, bustling about their business, some even greeting Blue.

"Wow, this is a big town. I wonder what part of this place you stay at." Nightmare said curiously, looking around. It wasn’t hard to imagine what Blue’s home looked like, he’d just wished he was told about this sooner.

Blue led him deeper into the town, towards a house on the outskirts. It was quite large, but not as large as the houses within the village. "This is my house~! My brother Cider lives here too!” He announced proudly as the two approached the door.

Nightmare stopped and stared at it. "What about your parents?" He questioned incredulously.

“Well…no not really.” Blue muttered awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry. I just realized we never got too deep into your family life." Nightmare commented.

Blue smiled, grabbing the handle and opening the door. "Yeah, my parents passed a few years after I was born." He said.

"I’m really sorry about that…" Nightmare commented, concern and sadness on his face.

"It’s fine. Thanks for the curiosity though. It helps to talk about it every once in a while." Blue admitted. “Now, let’s go in.” He said, stepping into the house happily, his mood shifted almost instantly once he spotted someone.

“Cider!! I’ve returrrnnnedd~!” Blue exclaimed, voice echoing through the house.

The view into the house became larger, revealing a large man with fluffy light brown hair, wearing an orange t-shirt with a galaxy print in the middle of it. He looked to be about twenty-eight. His eyes widened when he saw Blue, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oh hey, welcome back Bloo. I’m glad you made it back in one piece. How are you?" Cider asked calmly. This must’ve been a normal thing for him.

Blue waited to reply, first he dragged Nightmare inside the house. “I’ve been good! This is Nightmare, he came with me this time!” He announced happily.

Cider looked at Nightmare, his face showing surprise. "Wow you're actually real. Didn’t think Bloo really found an ancient tree guardian.” He seemed to realize that saying something like that probably wouldn’t be the best first impression, and quickly took a step back. “Ah sorry, I’m Cider. It’s nice to meet you.”

"It's nice to meet you too." Nightmare replied awkwardly, looking around the large house.

"Come in, come in. We have lots of snacks to get through. Right Bloo?” Cider encouraged, as he pulled out some chips from a cabinet.

"Right! Let’s eat!" Blue stated excitedly.

Nightmare followed behind Blue as they all made their way to the living room. From what he’d seen, the house was pretty average in size. Very comfy. However, it was mostly filled with various furniture and decorations.

“So, where did you guys go?” Cider asked, sitting down and pulling out a bag of chips.

"We didn’t really go anywhere else but here. I originally decided to visit Nightmare, and then asked to bring him here! Toootally worth it.” Blue acknowledged.

Nightmare sat down beside Blue, who quickly handed him a bag of chips. "Thank you." He stated politely.

“You’re welcome~” Blue chuckled as he grabbed a bag for himself, sitting in between Cider and Nightmare.

Cider stared at him intently, as he continued to eat. "So you're a tree guardian huh? It's rare to find a guardian these days, especially one so young." He remarked.

“Yeah, it’s definitely been an adventure.” Nightmare answered, he had yet to experience the life of a regular civilian. This felt like a really pleasing adventure. He was very thankful.

"Mhm, I bet. I hear most guardians live for several decades." Cider commented.

"I don't know if I'd call this 'living'. More like existing." Nightmare replied, sounding a bit melancholic.

“Don’t be so depressing Night, if you want to enjoy the guardian life you have to embrace it! Plus, I think it’s really cool.” Blue interjected.

"Yeah I guess. Thanks." Nightmare murmured, quietly appreciating Blue’s small words of encouragement. The more this trip went on, the more he questioned how he really felt about him.

They talked for hours on end, until it was time to take Nightmare back to the tree. It was a pretty fun day for the most part, Cider was really nice, and Blue was being his normal energetic self.

They both stopped at the bottom of the hill, Dream was already back at the tree. He was probably really worried about where Nightmare had gone.

Blue turned to face the other after spotting the positive one at the tree. "Alright, let's plan our next adventure once I come back to visit you again, okay? I’ll be back soon~" Blue stated softly, giving him a small wink.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun." Nightmare replied, giving him a soft smile.

Blue’s face flushed a bit, taken aback by the pretty smile Nightmare had. He was always the one with the most confidence out of the two, but one smile like that would take it all away.

“Well then, bye bye Nightmare! See ya later~!” Blue waved as he started to walk away from the tree’s hill, heading back to his town.

Nightmare watched as the blue eyed boy disappeared into the distance, before turning back around. He then took a deep breath, and stepped up on the hill, making his way to the tree.

He was suddenly greeted by a bright yellow-eyed friend, as Dream frowned at him. "Where were you? Why did you disappear like that?!"

Nightmare sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Sorry, I kinda forgot you’d be home by now. I'll explain everything, but then you have to tell me about Alexis." He requested.

Dream looked at him tirelessly, he wasn’t his normal cheery self, that twat probably got to him again. "Yeah alright, let’s talk for a bit before bed. How does that sound?"

"Good. Thanks Dream."

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[starlitheaven]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ♡

pairing: choso x reader

note: slightly nsfw at the end. headcanons on what it’d be like being in a relationship with choso<3. I absolutely adore him (as all hot people do)

❥ Choso absolutely adores cuddling. His love language would be acts of service and physical touch. When he’s the big spoon, he’ll wrap his arms around you to secure your back against his chest and kiss the top of your head. When he’s the smaller spoon, he likes to rest his head against your chest while one of your arms is wrapped around him and the other is playing with his hair. 

❥ He’d suddenly cradle your face, very gently. You look up and smile at him as he pulls you into a kiss. 

❥ Attentive to you and how you’re feeling. If something is bothering you, he won’t always ask about it but he’d remain observant. You don’t always want to talk about something bothering you in your life and sometimes you do. He somehow knows when you want to be asked, and when you just want his presence to comfort you.

❥ He’s a listener more than a talker, so he’ll prefer someone who’s more talkative. He loves the sound of your voice anyway, especially when he’s resting on top of you.

❥ Very overprotective of you. Usually him looking deadly calm with just a slight scowl is enough to get men to back away when they try getting into your space and boundaries. Sometimes there’s a man who’s cocky and doesn’t stop. You don’t even get a chance to try and tell the guy off before Choso grabs him by the head like a ragdoll and throws them, with the same energy as a regular person flicking a bug away.

❥ Absolutely adores and melts when you call him angel or mi amor. (or Chosito hdfshk)

❥ He is very chill. As much as he enjoys trying new things and going on dates with you, he also likes to be inside and alone with your company. He’ll grab your hand, leave soft kisses over your knuckles and pull you into his lap while you two decide what to order in or what movie/show to watch. 

❥ Taking a nap with you counts as a date for him. This guy loves naps. He always tells you if he dreams of you.

❥ Candlelit baths with rose petals. Surprise him with that and he’ll fall in love with you then and there. Choso likes floral & fresh scents mixed with the warmth ambiance that candles and roses bring. He’d sit with his back resting against the tub and you sitting in between his legs, resting your back on his chest. He’d probably give you his entire life if you ask to shampoo his hair. Imagine him with his hair down!!!!!

❥ He talks about Yuuji often. Specifically, he talks about the types of things Yuuji likes and how he tries getting him into his own hobbies. Choso trusts his little brother’s opinions and recommendations above all. Yuuji is always right anyway. It’s how Choso comes to enjoy museums (hehe death painting), poetry, watching movies/going to the theater, and going to shows then getting into the pits.

❥ He loves CDs! He begins collecting them and listening to them on a CD player Megumi gave him. You give him a Paramore CD (I headcanon him as listening to mainly female artists with dreamy sounds) and it brings tears to his eyes when he listens to it. He also listens to hardcore/metal/thrash.

❥ You & Yuuji assign a random day in August as his birthday, since he was incarnated in August 2018 (oh fuck is he a Leo then).  

❥ Nudity is something he doesn’t think about, and he normally wouldn’t be fazed by it, but it’s different with you. You’re wearing a knit sweater and when you take it off, Choso feels his face heat up at the sight of your shirt riding up. Looking at your exposed skin makes him blush and feel a little restless. 

❥ Which means he’d love strip teases. He’d like you to do it up close, too. Maybe he’ll sit on the couch and you stand between his spread legs. He watches your face and lets his eyes roam over your skin as it slowly reveals itself to him.

❥ Not even then would he be leering. Choso would look at you with reverence and adoration. He’s really your biggest fan and supporter! He thinks you’re just so pretty and is lucky to have you show yourself to him.

❥ Listen, Choso is a virgin. If you have a corruption or innocence kink, you’ll have a great fucking time with him. You want things to be sweet and at his own pace, but you also can’t help but tease and fluster him. He loves both. He appreciates the care you’re giving him. Yet he also gets excited at how humiliated and good he feels when you first roughly pull on his loose hair while grinding on his lap and kissing his neck. He’ll honestly be open to anything. It’s exciting for the both of you to push his boundaries a little to see what he likes. (maybe I’ll go into detail someday idk)

❥ He will eventually become more dominating. As the eldest brother, he’s used to and comfortable with taking control. He just likes the feeling of getting caught up in being corrupted.

❥ Has an exhibition kink. More like, he doesn’t care for other people being around. He normally ignores other people, but yeah Choso there’s laws. Obviously he doesn’t care about laws or other peoples morals fjskfk. 

❥ Overall, an absolute sweetheart. Relaxed, comfortable, and eventually kinda kinky. ❤️

[januaryembrs]

THAT GIRL IS A PROBLEM  | JAVIER PENA X AGENT!READER  (PART 1/?) 

X gif credits to Pinterest.

Description: In an effort to prove yourself to your male peers and catch Pablo Escobar, you make some pretty reckless decisions. It’s only a matter of time before Javier says something, to your surprise, out of worry.

OR. the multitude of times you put yourself in danger doing the right thing and the one time Javier says something about it.

Length: 2k+

Javier Pena x f!Agent!reader MINI series. colleague romance, reader being bad ass, age gap (reader is 25 ish), sexual tension. if you’re anything like me, dissapointing your boss needs a heads up so that happens! Initial tension between you and Javi, Javier being a slut but being soft for you hehe etc

Trigger Warnings - rated mature for: drugs (obvs), murder, MENTION OF INFAMOUS SERIAL KILLERS, intense violence, use of g*ns, homicide, sexism/mysogyny you’d expect in 80s police department, foul language.

NOTE. I MEAN NO OFFENCE TO THE REAL VICTIMS FOLLOWING THE SHOW’S PLOTLINE. THIS IS SIMPLY FANFICTION OF THE NETFLIX SHOW

main masterlist ═ ★ ═ that girl masterlist

It’s funny how your dreams can be shattered within minutes of them truly beginning. There you were; Columbia, the drug epicentre of the 80s. You’d made it after four long years of training to be the best in the academy; the extra classes you took while living in the States, the hours spent practising foreign languages, the perilous lessons in the shooting range emptying rounds until you hit dead centre every time, the tireless gym sessions that made you as physically fit as any man in your class, and then some. 

You knew it wouldn’t be an easy task going up against the men you’d work alongside, let alone the drug dealers themselves, so you did everything in your power to ensure they would have not a single fault to pick with your work.

When everything began kicking off in Columbia, there was a shortage of agents working to find Escobar while the US was so busy with their communist problem. It seemed only logical that you, eager to please your superiors and with the résumé to match, would volunteer to uproot your life and move across the world to help the other agents fighting the drug war as your first official job. Talk about hitting the ground running.

You had moved in, not even the day before, to a fully furnished, modest-sized apartment on the nicer side of town. There were still gunshots and shouting all through the night that meant you barely got any sleep as if your nerves hadn’t been a cause for a rough time as it was, but you couldn’t really complain. The excitment was too strong to dwell on the negatives.

But you were here, now three cups of coffee in. At the steps to the Embassy, résumé in hand and smart black trousers donning your legs, you tried to calm your breathing as you realised the altitude of what you were walking towards. You had trained for this, prepared for this, and yet you were truly throwing yourself in at the deep end.

And the thrill of it all made your heart race with euphoria. You were finally ready for your first job.

But, as with most things in life, you were severely disappointed at the reality. You were told to meet the man who would be your boss. ‘Colonel Carrillo’ the letter had said. Your father, also an agent, had said Carrillo had been a friend of his back in his own academy days before Carrillo had gone down the drug enforcement branch while your father had chosen homicides, where he had met your mother. You didn’t doubt carrying your family’s name had probably propelled you forward in the eyes of your superiors, your parents were well known for their success as detectives, but hey, being a woman was only slowing you down so at least this somewhat evened things out.

You were given his office room number under the time of the meeting, and after stopping many women in smart, vibrant coloured skirt suits to ask for directions, you were finally there. You raised a shaky hand to the door and knocked twice, hearing a deep voice beckon you into the room and twisted the handle to enter. The door squeaked as if to laugh at your piteously nervous figure and your eyes caught sight of the man at the desk.

You had never felt so small for someone who had been so eager for your first day as you did in that moment. Carrillo, you quickly learnt, had the intensity in his eyes that only came from seeing the real bad shit that happened in this world, and it made you feel like a mark on his wall the second you entered his office.

“Who are you?” He was a man who cut to the chase it seemed, though that didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“The new agent from the States, sir-colonel-uh, Sir?” You spluttered at the already disapproving look in his eyes of your jittery demeanour. You were normally able to hold your own, but this man held a stone-cold grip over your already wobbling nerves.

“Steve Murphy?” He asked sceptically, to which you shook your head and instead handed him your papers. His face scanned over your name and almost instantly this crease in his brow settled. Something close to a tiny smile twitched at his lips. “Oh! You’re Pete and Anya’s girl.”

“Yes, that's me.” You said humbly, the weight on your chest ebbed at the sight of his intimidating glare lifting.

“You should have said. Sit!” He said lightly, though a grin still didn’t grace his features, he just seemed much less terrifying than before. You took a seat opposite him at his desk, and crossed your legs to seem more relaxed. You really hoped those hours spent reading up on your psychology tricks and techniques worked and that he bought it, because you were still shitting it. 

You made small talk for a moment as he looked over your file, nodding in approval and congratulating you in some parts. “Wow, kid. You certainly got your papa’s work ethic. How is your father anyway? Heard him and your mother are killing their field over in the states, excuse the joke.”

You chuckled slightly, “You sound just like him. They’re acing it, if that’s what you mean. They got promoted after their last big job actually.”

“I heard. Huge bust of that family in Frisco was them, wasn’t it?” You nodded, smiling with pride at your parents legacy that seemed to have earned them a reputation in the police departments all over. Carrillo nodded slowly in consideration of his old friend. “Well then, I hope you know you have a lot to live up to.”

“Believe me, I know-” You were cut off when the door to his office swung open and two men waltzed in, talking over each other and you, effectively ending your conversation.

They both stopped when they realised their boss wasn’t alone and both sets of eyes landed on you.

“Pena, Murphy.” Carrillo greeted them, his steely tone back in full swing as it seemed whatever they had to say most likely had something to do with the problems you were here to help fix. Nothing killed an agent’s good mood like the illusive drug lord that kept slipping through their grasp.

“Who’s this?” The older one with darker hair asked, eyes trailing up the black, pant suit you wore until they met your raised brow and he looked away with a small clearance of his throat.

“This is Y/n. She’s one of my old buddy’s daughter, from the academy,” You knew the man was probably just excited to have heard from someone in his past, but the way he almost disregarded your achievements and only tied you to your father made you internally wince. You had a full résumé sitting infront of him with all your achievements, complete with a few letters of recommendation from your tutors and trainers detailing just how talented you were at your job, the ones he’d just read and loved the sight of. You couldn’t help feel a little put out, but you hadn’t really expected anything less in a job like this. You didn’t hesitate on the thought, however, you were just happy to not be the one subdued to his cold gaze anymore. “She’s going to be working here.”

“I’m Steve Murphy,” The blond one who had yet to speak introduced himself and you stood to shake his hand, a purposely kind smile on your face. If you were going to be working alongside this man you wanted to make a good impression. The other was so undeniably attractive, your feelings fizzled out when he seemed too interested in how your suit cupped your ass. Typical. He introduced himself as Javier Pena after a beat of silence with a lingering handshake. He had very large hands, you noted.

“We’ll just get out of your hair until you’re finished, Carrillo.” Javier turned to leave but was stopped by the man in question, who stood to lead you out the door too.

“Wait. Show Y/n around for me, would you? We got carried away talking and I’m about to be late for a meeting.” He explained looking at the watch curved around his wrist, leading your trio out into the hallway and shutting his door behind him. He turned to look down at you and lord he was big, you realised, “You’ll be working with Pena and Murphy so I’m sure they’ll find you something to do while you learn the ropes.”

That ghost of a smile graced his face again, and even the men seemed surprised to see him so pleasant as he patted you on the back and sent you off in their direction. The pair looked at each other questioningly at the nice attitude that had overcome their boss and simply shook their heads, brushing it off.

“Where did you say you were from?” Steve asked you, plucking your files from your hands and having a read over it with his eyebrows raised in surprise as you trailed after them down the corridor.

“All over really. My parents work in homicide so wherever the cases popped up, they followed.” You explained as Javier began pointing out the different rooms in the embassy. It quickly became clear when you reached the second floor that he didn’t like the men in the CIA department, but whether it was their job or their personalities you couldn’t decide.

Murphy handed you back your files, a staggered gaze in his eye as he clearly eyed you up and down. You were proud to say your documents really did sell your work well and it showed, judging by the look he concerned now you with. He was about to open his mouth when Javier beat him to it, opening the door to the final office. It became clear this was his and Murphy’s, guessing from the way he comfortably threw himself down in the desk chair behind a mountain of paperwork.

He shoved an empty cup towards you and gestured towards a small table by the door with an electric kettle, a few sachets of milk, sugar and other such amenities laying ontop of it.

“It was lovely meeting you, but I take my coffee black with two sugars,” He said running his hand over his face tiredly and searching his desk for something. 

You looked down at the mug with your brows furrowed. That was odd. Was that a courtesy here? That newbies made the coffee rounds? But it had come off a little rude the way he said it. 

Why did he- oh.

“Javi, she’s not-” Steve tried to cut in but you were quick with your reply as you slid his mug back over the desk, a single brow raised at the man.

“That’s nice. I take mine with three,” You said pushing your files in the man’s face making his head snap back up to you in confusion. Your blood rushed to your face in anger, and you felt yourself get hot in the ears at the nerve of this man. This had been your dream for years to follow in your parents footsteps, and you weren’t about to let this man trash it with his stupid mug and his even stupider attitude. 

A look of realisation washed over his face, and he looked to Steve who simply shook his head and hid a laugh.

“You’re not…” He trailed off, realising his mistake judging by the way he straightened up in his seat.

“Your new secretary? No, I’m not.” You said, trying to keep your tone cool but it became obvious you were pissed judging by the way you all but snapped at the man. “I’m an agent. So how about you tell me what needs doing and I’ll catch us some bad guys, huh?” You smiled at him too sweetly, as he quickly scanned over your file.

Steve covered his chuckle with a cough at the way Javi flailed to recover his usual cool demeanour, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he thought of what to say. 

Maybe it was the way that you had shown him up to his partner, or maybe it was the way such a spritely looking woman like you vastly excelled at his own experience in the academy at a ripe young age of twenty-five, judging by the papers you forced him to look at.

Either way, the man who was lost for words hardened slightly and he pointed to the cupboard in the corner of their office with the bold label of ‘FILES’ engraved in the frosted window.

“Okay, agent. The file cupboard needs organising.” He said almost smug he had regained control by clearly giving you a job meant for a secretary.

But if he wanted a tidy cupboard, you thought bitterly, then he’d get the tidiest cupboard he’d seen in his entire fucking life.

And as you sat in that tightly spaced cupboard rearranging folders and colour co-ordinating the labels, overhearing the two men discussing the mission they were going on that weekend in Medellín to scope out some narco party, you vowed to make Javier Pena rue the day he ever underestimated you, no matter what it took.

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@arduadastra I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Feel It

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One 

This One Too

A/N: Hehe...size and pain(I got a lil carried away with this one teehee) kink and daddy!harry😌prepare to be h worddd!! It’s a tiny bit cute too, but in a hot way for sure...the best way I can really describe this one is by saying that it’s filthy. Enjoy🙃

You wanted to feel it; like really feel it. You wanted to feel all of Harry’s cock pushing all the way up into your stomach over and over again as he fucked into you. Whenever you had him in your hand or in your mouth, your mind always drifted to how good he’d fill you between your legs. The way you stuffed your mouth and throat with his massive cock was the way you wanted him to stuff your cunt. It’s just that he was so big, almost too big if you had to be completely honest. You were barely able to completely wrap your hand around his shaft. Not to mention the fact that he was beyond blessed when it came to his length. You could confidently bet a good amount of money that when you saw him for the first time, your jaw dropped to the ground and your eyes fell out of their sockets from how big he was. But even though this is the case, even though Harry has an intimidating monster in his pants, you are still very determined to take all of him inside. 

You weren’t completely sure if you had an underlying pain kink that you were beginning to uncover, but you were completely obsessed with the idea of Harry stretching you out. Like whenever you thought about the sting that came from Harry stretching your walls to accommodate his cock, a warmth would flood your body and you’d feel a tingling sensation forming between your legs. But if you were to sit down and really think about it, you having a pain kink wouldn’t be that much of a revelation. You were constantly daydreaming and actual dreaming about Harry not showing you any mercy and just ramming all of his big cock deep inside of you while you cried about how big he was and how hard he was going. You were constantly looking for him to choke you too. You could care less about whether or not it was a hand tightly wrapped around your throat or him forcing his cock down your throat causing you to claw at his thighs and gag until he finally pulls you up by your hair to let you get a couple breaths before forcing you back down to take him again, all you cared about was him taking that type of control over you and making you struggle a bit. You were also obsessed with Harry spanking you. You couldn’t get enough of him taking you over his knee when you were being bratty, you loved it when he delivered little slaps to your inner thighs to keep them open when he had his head between them, and you also loved it when he delivered those slaps to your cheeks. They weren’t too hard but they were hard enough to leave behind a bit of a sting. 

And to make it fully sink in that did in fact have a pain kink, you were also in love with Harry degrading you a bit. Now you weren’t completely sure on whether this fell into the “pain kink” category, but you decided to put it there anyways. See, you only let Harry go but so far with it because even though you were dying for Harry to really give it to you and practically give your insides a beating, you were still soft and sensitive on the inside. So to get the best of both worlds so to speak, Harry sat you on his lap and the two of you came up with a list of names that Harry could call you. And from that point on, the the names on that list were on constant rotation. He’d always use them patronizingly you whenever you were crying about how full you felt (even though he was only a little over half way inside), when you were begging him to let you cum, and when you were begging for his cock. He’d be so smug and condescending with it all on top of doing everything else you absolutely loved! Whenever the two of you went at it in any capacity, you were always on the verge of exploding. 

So to simply say that you had a pain kink would be an absolute understatement. But going back to wanting to “feel it”, you were going to have and feel all of Harry’s cock inside of your cunt no matter what. Even if it meant being a little bratty to do it. 

After almost two hours of lying in bed with Harry watching a movie on Netflix that ended up being a bit of a let down, you were bored. And the only thing you could think of that would quench your thirst for excitement and fun was sex. Luckily for you though, Harry was always on board for some impromptu and hot sex. So that’s what the two of you decided to spend the rest of the night doing. It all started with a simple make-out with the two of you practically dry humping each other in bed through whatever clothes you had on. This little make-out session of yours was filled with a lot of laughs (together, the two of you were too playful for your own good),  a lot of touching (obviously), and a lot of tongue (obviously again). Now while this make-out did last a hot minuet, it did escalate to something spicer pretty quick. Before long and after a lot of dry humping and a countless amount of sloppy tongue filled kisses, you and Harry moved into the second stage of your night in bed together. This stage included the both of you completely naked, Harry lying on the bed, and you lying on top of him with your body going in the opposite direction, giving the both of you access to the area between each other’s legs. This was definitely one of you guys’ favorite positions. You got to have your mouth on Harry while being pleasured with his and Harry got to have his mouth on you while you pleasured him with yours. It was a win win situation through and through and the two of you absolutely loved it. Harry had his arms wrapped tightly around you right at the swell of your backside to keep you in place as he skillfully licked into you. His face was nestled between your thighs as he continuously devoured your pussy. And while he did this, your mouth never left his cock. Aside from catching your breath after you took all of him into your mouth and throat, your mouth was always on him. You suckled the thick head of his cock, you licked up and tugged at his shaft,  and you bobbed your head up and down on him. Harry even helped you out a little at times and either unwrapped one of his arms from around you to bring his hand down to the back of your head so that he could force his cock down your throat or closed his thighs around your head when you see-throated him so that you’d be forced to keep his cock in your throat for a little longer. You also rolled his warm and pretty heavy balls around in your hand as you mouthed at his cock. And during this entire time, the both of you could feel the vibrations from your moans resonating throughout our bodies which only caused you two to moan even more and fall right over the edge and into your first releases of the night, letting go right in each others mouths. 

And once you and Harry fully regain the feeling in your bodies after the seismic releases you two had, it was time for the third and final (and funnest) stage of your night together. After giving one another the green light  that you both were ready for the next round, you roll yourself from on top of him and you move to straddle his lap, placing yourself right on top of his cock to which Harry is quick to flip you both over so that he’s on top and in control. As soon as he’s on top of you, Harry smears his lips against yours for a messy kiss as he slightly ruts his cock against your leg, and as one of his hands begin to travel down your body. You felt his hand squeezing at one of your breasts and pinching your hardened nipple before traveling further down your body. Before he brings his hand between your legs, he flattens his palm against your lower stomach and applies a bit of pressure there, causing you to let out a muffled yelp and causing Harry to let out a muffled chuckle from how sensitive your still were. After applying a bit more pressure to your lower stomach and ticking you a bit while you squirm helplessly below him, Harry finally brings his hand down to where you wanted him the most. As soon as his hand slides down your cunt and just cups you, your body goes limp against the bed and you relax into his touch, still lazily moving your mouth against his. 

“Ready for m’cock baby?” He mumbles against your mouth, giving your pussy a couple of light slaps.

“So ready!” You whine against him, rutting your hips up a little against his hand.

“Good girl.” He chuckles, giving a final tap to your still buzzing clit, before moving his hand from your cunt to his cock to line himself up with your entrance. Controlling his cock with his hand, he does a once over of your pussy, dragging himself up between your folds and to your clit, and back down to your entrance. He then begins to slowly sink into your plush and tender walls. As he does, your hands go straight to his biceps where you dig your nails into his skin.

“Oh my g- so big!” You pant, as he pushes halfway into you. Just taking half of him gave you the sting you loved so much, and made you feel so good and incredibly full. But you wanted more. You just knew that you’d feel even fuller and better if you had all of him inside of you at once. Plus you knew for a fact that Harry would definitely enjoy having his entire cock engulfed by your pussy. All you had to do was convince him to go deeper. 

Once the both of you calm down a bit, Harry begins thrusting into you, delivering shallow yet powerful thrusts into your cunt as the two of you moan loudly into each others mouths. As he continues to thrust into you though, your thoughts were stuck on him going deeper into you and filling you to the brim. You no longer wanted it, you were now in need of and desperate for it. 

“Deeper, Harry, I want your cock in all the way inside me.” You whine through your moans, slightly pulling away from his mouth in the process. 

"Baby I don't want to hurt you..." He whispers back to you, afterwards reconnecting his lips with yours. Now you would’ve melted into his embrace and continued on enjoying the pleasure he was giving you with his cock; if you hadn’t heard this same exact line all of the other times you’d asked him to go deeper. You loved that he didn’t want to hurt you in this way and you were so lucky to have a caring boyfriend like Harry. But you were a bit over being treated like glass in this aspect, you wanted it rough and deep. This is the time where you had to get a little bratty in order to get what you wanted. And the one thing that would definitely do the trick of flipping the soft and sweet side of Harry off, is his narcissistic side. Especially when you were the one poking and prodding at him and his abilities in the bedroom that he never fell short of defending. So as he continues on thrusting into you, you bring both of your hands up to cup his cheeks before pushing his mouth from yours and locking your eyes with his. When you do this, Harry’s thrusts come to a halt and his full attention is on you as you say the one sentence that changes the atmosphere around you both.

"Yeah? How are you gonna hurt me when I can't even feel your cock in me?" You ask, even though you were shaking with each of his thrusts before.  When you say this, you can see Harry’s eyes darken a bit as he takes in what you just said to him. From the outside looking in, there’s an obvious appearance of Harry having all of the power. But in actuality, you had a bit of power yourself. You were able to perfectly piss him off to the point where he could care less about whether or not  he went too deep inside of you. Which was exactly what you wanted. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, baby?” He asks, picking back up with his thrusts and picking up the speed, you can feel his cock beginning to push in deeper than he’d ever been.

“More…please, right there!” You’re a whining mess under his skillful strokes, continuing to push deeper into you.

“Oh, can you feel me now, baby?” He asks condescendingly, playing into the little game you tried with him. 

“Mhm” You hum pitifully. 

“You sure about that?” He asks. “Gotta get it all the way in my baby, gotta feel it in there.” He pants, pressing down into your stomach while you go back to clawing at his biceps as your mouth just hangs open. Neither of you could believe how deep inside of you he was. You could feel him nudging at the put of your stomach with each and every thrust. Harry on the other hand could not only feel what it was like to be nudging at the deepest part of you, but he could also feel where he was inside of you. With every thrust, Harry could feel his cock nudge at his hand that was on your lower stomach. The both of you were losing your minds from this. “That’s it, only the best cock for my baby.” He’s grunts, continuing to deliver the deepest thrusts he’s ever given you.

“Harder Daddy.” You manage through a whisper. You may have been losing your mind a tiny bit more than Harry. But you were asking for something, making your wishes known. Which meant that Harry had to oblige. 

And that’s certainly what he did. 

From that moment on, Harry had one goal: fuck you, mainly your pussy, sore. And Harry went above and beyond in accomplishing this goal. He was consistent with having a tight grip on your throat as he pounded down into you. He roughly flipped and pushed you into so many positions that your body would definitely be sore in the morning. And most importantly, he mercilessly pounded into you. All you could do was scream from how good it felt to be fully manhandled by him. Your pain kink was definitely being fulfilled. It became so much for you that you were screaming for him to stop. But Harry just ignored all of those cries and kept on fucking you however he wanted. See, the two of you had a little thing going where stop didn’t actually mean stop. The safe word you and Harry came up with meant stop and unless it’s used by either one of you, there would be no stopping whatsoever. And of course, you and Harry had a serious conversation beforehand that solidified you guys’ limits and what was best for the both of you so that this added layer to your sex life could be fully explored and enjoyed. Harry was definitely enjoying it this time. 

“Aww, does it hurt my little slut? Am I too big and for you?” He coos patronizingly after flipping you over so that you’re lying on your back below him again, never once letting up on his rough and deep thrusts.

“Yes daddy!” You cry as little tears streaming down your face from how intense everything was for you. Your legs were quivering as he relentlessly and deliciously pounded into you over and over again. Even though you were beginning to feel a dull throbbing sensation between your legs, the pleasure Harry was giving you was through the roof and you were soaking all of it up. 

“Well that's not my problem now, is it? Just wait until I shove my cock into that cute little ass of yours.” He chuckles cynically as he begins to feel the rumblings of his release forming in the pit of his stomach. As he continued on thrusting, the rumbles got louder and louder, causing his thrusts to become staggered. But to keep going and giving it all to you, Harry began to grind into you, keeping his sore hips tight against you so that his cock would be fully lodged between your walls. You were already extremely close to the edge, but what pushed you right to and almost over was the feeling of the curly hairs surrounding his cock rubbing up against your now beyond buzzing clit as he grinded himself against you. The feeling only made you try to tighten your legs up but Harry was quick to stop you in his tracks. “Keep those legs doll, I'm not done with you just yet.”

“M’gonna cum!” You pathetically whimper out to him, realizing that you weren’t going to be able to hold it in. 

“You're taking me whole and you still manage to look all pretty for me.” He praises, taking in your completely fucked out face qne body, your tearstained cheeks, your just about limp body, and your cute little cries. Now he really wasn’t going to be able to last any longer. “Just let daddy do all the work for his dumb little pup. Daddy’s gonna make his favorite little set of holes cum.” He reassures before wrapping a hand around your throat and going back to delivering power filled blows into you one by one, catapulting you both right off the edge together and into your releases. Not to his surprise, as he floods your stomach and walls with his thick cum, you squirt heavily all over him, getting Harry even more wet with your juices. 

Once you two were all done cumming and squirting, Harry pulls his cock out of your used pussy. Before falling back onto the bed next to you, Harry leans down and gathers some of his saliva in his mouth before spitting it down into yours. He does this a couple more times, each time lauging a bit from your eagerness for more. He then releases your throat and gives your cheeks a couple of small slaps before falling onto the bed next to you. 

“That was fun.” Harry hums happily beside you, relaxing in the fact that this was just the beginning. 

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[skzwhoree]

hi ! can you do something with rosé x fem reader, ennemies to lovers, on a kitchen counter ? 👀 no kinks, no dom/sub dynamic (if that's okay), just them being mad at each other, but at least some comfort at the end

lol hi i am back hehe, i loved this idea and i wanted to write it asap, i have been writing this for the past 3 hours now, i hope i didn't drift away from your request, Enjoyyy <3

I'll always love you

Genre- Angst, Enemies to lovers, Smut, Fluff, K-pop!AU (idk correct me if i'm wrong)

Content- Homosex, fingering, Oral (both fem receiving), Mentions of SA, Explicit Language, after sex comfort.

Pairing- Rosé x fem!reader

word count- 2.3k

CONTENT WARNING- CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND USE OF EXPLICIT LANGUAGE (MINORS DNI), PLEASE DNI IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY.

i have listed the content warning already, view at your discretion .

also let me know if i have made any errors i will correct them, english is not my first language.

enjoy bbgs;)

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This is a dream come true.

You never thought that just a mere video of you singing at a friend’s party would blow up enough for YG Entertainment to notice you and not only that, but to approach you with a life changing offer, A chance to debut as BLACKPINK’S fifth member.

You being just stuck with your regular editor’s life, wanted a change, a new chapter to spice up your life. This was the beginning of that chapter; how could you turn it down? But life isn’t easy, you had to leave everything behind and this could end up in complete vain. Getting a job again could be extremely tiring and you didn’t have enough time to waste with your mid-twenties hitting already. What if they eliminate you halfway? What if they are not satisfied with you? Even if you debut, will the fandom accept you? Will you be enough?

All these questions cloud your headspace and suddenly you want to decline the offer, continue your event-less life and accept reality, you call the agency’s office to decline the offer, but they invited you to the workspace instead.

2 days later...

The meeting with YG Entertainment’s creative director was today, you had made up your mind, politely decline the offer and continue with your 9-5 job to save for the future, live like a nobody for the rest of your life.

You enter the mesmerising glass panelled building, so beautiful really. You didn’t even want to blink thinking that wasting even a millisecond on blinking your eyes you cost you to lose the perfect glimpses of the interior.

You reach the reception desk and mention your meeting with the creative director to the fashionably dressed woman, “The Creative director has arranged a training section tour for you, please follow Angeline to the 7thfloor”, extremely confused you inquire about the sudden scheduled tour, “He mentioned about you declining the offer but before that he just wants to show you what you will be missing out on, he wants you to take this as a chance to rethink your decision” after this statement the receptionist gets herself busy with a phone call so she doesn’t have to answer your questions anymore.

The blonde-haired woman who actions you to follow her is allegedly Angeline, seeing she didn’t look Korean you were taken aback from asking her questions, so you quietly followed her to the 7th floor as told, she takes you through a series of grey corridors that had beautiful portraits of artworks and some framed album covers hanging on the walls, engrossed in your observation, you didn’t notice Angeline stop and continued walking which led to you to bump clumsily into her back.

Embarrassed you immediately apologise, she gives no reaction to it and leads you into the dance practice room, which makes the situation irresistibly awkward, looking down and slapping yourself lightly on the head, your curse your stupidity “stupid, stupid ah”, as you look up in slight irritation from yourself, you feel your body relax and diffuse into the air around you because you were not in any other dance room, but the one where all the magic was done, where the four incredibly hot and talented woman practiced their breath-taking choreographies.

And you could too, the huge mirror wall, the camera setup in the corner of the room, the huge door that led to the gym, another huge door that led to the classiest locker room you had ever seen, the blue-ish lighting of the dance studio, the black wooden floor, everything about it was amazing.

As you glared at the beauty of the workspace, Angelina spoke something about the background of the place in a robotic tone, which you paid no attention to. Leaving the dance studio, you were then taken to the music and recording studio, one of the biggest you had seen so far, also far better than what you had imagined, several seating areas, the walls were sound-proof, cushioned with black leathered sound absorbers, advanced music equipment and of course the editing and podcast area.

Angelina proceeded to show you around the several lounge and video recording areas, personal cafeterias, and many more luxurious amenities that the world-famous K-pop girl band was provided with.

When you thought the tour was over you had managed to still rethink your thoughts and resist the urge to give in, your answer was unchanged, you were definitely declining the offer, until-

Angelina took you to a room which you expected to be another lounge area, which it was only, there sat 4 stunningly gorgeous women, Jisoo, Jennie, Lisa and their leader Ros��. The women looking even prettier up closely, you were overwhelmed. The members introduced themselves to you and so did you “h-hello, nice to meet you, I am y/n”

Your answer was a no, up until this very moment, Now- You were all ready to accept the offer, and change your life forever.

The members seemed beyond sweet to you, they talked to you with extreme respect, they all mentioned seeing your viral video and then your audition video, you were nervous at first but it faded away within a few minutes and you could talk to them comfortably, as if they were your old friends.

Waving a bye to the members, you step out of the room to find the CEO of the agency to be standing right in front of you, Taking the opportunity you accepted the offer to debut as the fifth member of the world-wide known K-pop band black pink.

A month later….

This isn’t easy, not that you expected it to be, but because you did not expect it to be this difficult. “y/n it’s a small step, just pull back and jump!” it was 11pm and you were exhausted, the practices ended at 7 for Jennie, Lisa and Jisoo, and here you were- with Rosé practicing overtime just because that one damn step your body won’t allow you to do, “I am trying! Just my body is beyond exhausted to keep going!” you reply to her with a hint of annoyance in your tone, “you better not talk to me like that y/n, I have no interest in staying this late with you, if you are going to debut in our group, being the leader, I have to make sure that you don’t embarrass us” Rosé scolds you, you scoff and tell her to go back to the dorm if she was that uninterested.

Rosé leaves cursing at your stubbornness. You didn’t expect to have such a love-hate relationship with Rosé, she was attractive beyond words could explain, you could spend all day staring at her, the way her body moved, her accent, her swaying blonde hair, her confidence and the way she’d get so easily annoyed with you, you found her adorable, but on the other hand, she’d be so hard to deal with at times, yelling at you, commanding and dominating.

Even so, you felt more love towards her than hatred, her appearance making you day, her smile bringing a sense of life into the room and as much as she hated to admit it, you caught her staring at you with admiration in her eyes several times, enough to ensure you, that there might be something between you two.

She’d find ways to touch your body when you guys practiced alone together, she’d bring her face close to your neck inhaling the vanilla scent of your body and hold your hips to “help you move better”.

As time passed, you felt your feelings growing stronger for Rosé, you wanted her to be all yours, you wanted you kiss her every time she laughed and cuddle into her arms when you felt low.

It was just another day of you practicing alone with Rosé, you were doing so good, all steps were on point and you were listening to her. When you guys took a break, Rosé praised you and asked you to keep up the spirit, as she passed a soft comforting smile to you. You passed the smile back and then continued to plainly stare at her with a gradual eager look, her smile faded slowly and one moment you guys are staring at each other, the other you are making out passionately, eyes closed you kissing her gently but deeply and her kissing you back, she holds your waist and pulls you closer, and you cup her face in your palms.

When something unexpected happens- she pulls away. “Y/N I- I can’t- I can’t do this” she seemed a little nervous and afraid, she quickly picked her bag and sprinted out of the dance studio, leaving you in complete shock. Tears roll down your eyes, “am I not enough for her, did I take it too far?” you whisper to yourself.

The rest 3 months before your final debut on the stage with the members passing in extreme awkwardness between you and Rosé, the rest of the members were confused to see this but no one quite enquired as they thought they’d be interfering with something personal; Rosé and you had caught feelings for each other and it was evident to everyone.

Nevertheless, your debut went better than you had planned and you realised it was finally time you had moved on from the incident that occurred between you and Rosé. You started seeing and hanging out with a well-known male model, but as you started to move on, Rosé’s feelings only deepened, whenever she heard Jisoo, Jennie and Lisa talk about you and your new boyfriend, Rosé couldn’t help but feel her chest burn with pain and anger.

When you kissed her, she was flustered beyond explanation and nervous because she had never felt this way for a girl. She loved you. She decided to not hold her feelings back anymore and confess her love for you and ask for a second chance.

You were still moving out from your apartment, Rosé headed straight to your place but right before she rang your doorbell, she heard something-

y/n- “listen I don’t want you to touch me like this”

bf- “it’s okay, I am your boyfriend, I wouldn’t want to hurt you”

y/n- “but I don’t want to sleep with you yet, I don’t think I’m ready”

bf- “baby, just once, please”

y/n- “leave me, LEAVE ME”

bf- “just once”

Rosé hears you yell in pain and starts ringing the bell and shouting, your bf who was trying to force himself on you leaves you and in attempt to run away jumps from the balcony,(your apartment was on the 2ndfloor so he could’ve broken a bone because you heard him shout an ‘ouch’ unfortunately enough he didn’t die), rushing to the door you open it and see Rosé shouting frantically, at the sight of you being okay, she jumps to hug you, and you hug her back.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N” she yells at you, “I know I fucked up” you reply, completely disappointed with yourself, “ARE YOU REALLY THIS DUMB?” Rosé yells in frustration “WELL THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF I WAS WITH YOU INSTEAD OF THAT BASTARD”

Rosé smashes her lips against yours and kisses you sloppily, you kiss her back and next thing you know, you are bent over the kitchen counter with Rosé sucking on your clit, she runs her tongue all over your bundle of nerves while fingering you with her digits, you hold on her hair and push her face even deeply into your pussy , licking and tasting you while she thrusted her fingers in you at a high pace felt like heaven, didn’t take you long to cum all over her fingers.

She licked your cum off your cunt and the rest that was on her fingers went straight into your mouth for you to taste yourself. “I bet my fingers made you feel better than his 2-inch ever could”, you moan at her words and then turn around to choke her and kiss her, while your other hand slides down to rub her clit, she plays with your nips and licks them pulling away from the kiss, you help her onto the counter and then climb on top of her, pretty soft moans leave her mouth as you sit on her pussy in a scissoring position, rubbing yourself on top of her while you kiss her calves softly and dig into her cunt.

“fuck baby, you make me feel so high” Rosé says as her orgasm approaches, almost yelling when you rub on top of her with more pressure, She comes all over your pussy, without letting each other rest even for a moment you are now in a 69, licking each other clean till you both cum for the second time that night.

Completely exhausted your body still asks for more, Rosé starts licking you again, you twitch as you’re still sensitive from the orgasm “fuck baby, you wanna go again?” “Why? Are 2 orgasms all you can take?” she mocks you, so you start thrusting your tongue in her hole , “oh, Fuck” she moans loudly and you let out a soft chuckle, pushing each other to the limit, you both cum for the third time, after which you finally collapse.

You clean each other and help yourselves to the couch, Rosé buries her face in your neck from the back while she holds you tight, “I am never leaving you now, I’m sorry baby, I made a mistake” she whispers softly in your ear after which she continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulders, “you better not, because I know you’ll always love me and only me” you turn your head slightly and kiss her on her forehead, slowly drifting into slumber.

[glazelilyy]

Luce, could I ask for writing advice please 👉👈

writing advice? aaa i'm not sure i'm the best blog for this but i'll do my best! >:) (i'll try to not base this off of my style, since every writing style is unique!)

before i begin, i want everyone who reads this to keep this thought in mind: there is NO right way to write! everyone's style is different and unique to them, and no one has any right to tell you that your writing isn't proper or "right", because the concept of writing being "right" in a story perspective just doesn't exist. if you have a story to tell, show it in your own way! (but understanding grammar and punctuation, dialogue tones and plot progression can really help you fully convey the story you want to tell and help your readers understand better too!)

use interesting vocabulary

find words that speak to you and incorporate them in your writing! this also helps to diversify your writing and make it interesting as well :D this can also help clearly explain emotions and convey personalities of characters and ideas without needing to explicitly say them

ex (using the word "sad"):

alternatives to "sad": sorrowful, melancholic, dismayed, petulant, crushed, despaired, heartbroken, numb, frigid, somber, listless

if you look up the meaning of each word, they all convey different emotions though tie back to the general feeling of "sad" in the end. for example, "listless" is defined as "(of a person or their manner) lacking energy or enthusiasm", whereas "petulant" is defined as "(of a person or their manner) childishly sulky or bad-tempered". both convey the general emotion of sadness with different connotations. using diverse vocab adds a twist to your writing and also helps to better convey your story/emotions!

i'm including some resources to help with vocabulary if anyone's interested :) (they're ones i often use myself and find helpful!)

thesaurus.com -> basically an online thesaurus, type in a word and it'll find a bunch of unique synonyms for you to use!

onelookthesaurus -> this one is super helpful! you can type in words and phrases and it'll give you alternatives with more depth!

show, don't tell

this is a principle that my writing teacher often hammered into my class' brains. when you show something, you paint a picture in the reader's mind and immerse them more into the story, whereas just telling the reader what was happening eliminates that sense of connection they have to the plot and/or characters. it's important to note that telling isn't "bad", and is best used when you want to convey quicker passages or time or ideas/concepts that aren't as important to the overall story or meaning.

ex:

the happy boy walked down the street

this sentence conveys exactly what is happening and is no more than it's supposed to be: just a happy boy walking down a street

vs

he sauntered down the street, head high, shoulders rolled, and smile more vibrant than the sweltering gaze of the noon sun

this sentence adds immersion to the mix: the reader is able to visualize someone who is obviously happy without the author needing to explicitly say so.

new character speaking = new paragraph

this helps both organize your writing and helps the reader understand who exactly is talking. another thing to note is that it's always especially helpful to make clear of which dialogue is which characters :)

play around with some literary devices!

literary devices, depending on your point of view, can be fun to experiment with in writing! want to convey a deep, emotion point without actually saying the concept out loud? try a metaphor, simile, or even a juxtaposition! going back to "show don't tell", it's also a helpful way to do exactly that: show, and not tell. literary devices help convey ideas, concepts, and information in unique ways, so if you're fond of more "dream-like" storytelling, i'd suggest you take a look at some literary devices and see which ones you like! :)

here's a list of them that i found hehe -> boop

tell a story that YOU want to tell

writing is always defined by the author. whatever you write for, it should always be a story that you want to tell. i know on tumblr many accounts can ask for requests, and if you're comfortable with taking requests then go for it!! but it's important to note that if you don't see anything among the requests that you really like, don't force yourself to write it. storytelling and writing will always be defined by an author's will and sacrificing your desires for the sake of others won't be any good. this is your pen and paper, and you can write anything your heart desires (within reason)*!

*obviously i mean don't write anything illegal PFBFBT

i think this is all the advice i have to share, i'm not exactly a professional or qualified writer, but i've been writing for a long time and i'm more than happy to share with you all that i've found out in the time in between :) if you have any questions, feel free to send an ask in! (i hope this helps you mika, and anyone else who takes my advice!! <3)

[fruitsilly]

10 people you want to know better (tagged ppl are under no obligation to do this <3!!)

thank you jude @pansyfem for tagging me! this looks like fun :3

relationship status: single, but heavily lushing/meshing (the sensual/alterous equivalents of crushing respectively) on this guy in my class at uni rn. and i really. Really want him to be my boyfriend holy fucking shit he's so cute. anyways. i also have a milder squish on a girl who's also in my class. i have two exes but i am aromantic and since they were romantic relationships which needed reciprocation they didn't work out. i am still friends with one of my exes (who's also arospec) tho so it's all good!! :•D

favourite colours: my top 5 fave colours are

green

purple

pink

yellow

blue

in that order :)

favourite foods: ough pasta. any kind of pasta really but i am especially partial to lasagne. i also love cheese and pizza. oh and how could i forget!!! millionaire's shortbread!!

song stuck in my head: TOXIC BY BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!!!!!!! although before this it was the borgia family horrible histories song :)

last thing you googled: i use firefox bc im swag so technically i duckduckgo'ed this Anyways. i searched for the tv show "you" bc i saw a gifset from that show featuring a lady i am incredibly bi for and i was like 👀 will i have to watch this now

time: 9.32PM (im gonna write the time of posting this bc i wrote this in my notes app)

dream trip: spain or scotland!! spain bc im learning spanish and scotland bc it's just such a lovely country <3

last thing you read: "the children" by lucy kirkwood! it's a play im reading for my course :)

last book you enjoyed reading: ugh i haven't had the capacity to actually sit down and read a physical book for... too long it's been ages. it's mostly to do with my disabilities and time :( i started reading good omens on my phone but i didn't finish it (i like it so much better than the show lmao). but the actual physical book i read last was "death sets sail" by robin stevens, the final book in her "murder most unladylike" series. ough. ive been with that book series from literally the very beginning. id highly recommend 👍

favourite thing to cook/bake: sadly i don't do enough cooking or baking to know but what i have made is fudge which was quite fun! ive also made a delicious cheesy pasta bake hehe

favourite craft to do in your free time: again. i haven't had the capacity or time to actually make any art since like... march, so, 7 months. yeesh. i miss making digital art. id like to pick it up again but idk when that'll be. id also like to try and get a badge maker bc i have loads of ideas but ugh time is a problem. im just so busy at uni.

most niche dislike: im sure there's Something since im autistic and autism is the Strong Opinions Disorder but nothing's coming to me atm [shrugs]

opinion on circuses: ive only been to one in my life and i really enjoyed it apart from the clowns who i found scary but i was like 8 i think. im less scared of clowns now. also the general aesthetics of them fuck severely

do you have any sense of direction: hardly lol! i have a great photographic memory so even going a certain route once with someone who knows the way i can remember it HOWEVER i am utter shit at finding my way with a map on my own. google maps is always open when im trying to find a place and even then i frequently go in the wrong direction or miss a turning. i just cannot translate distance on a digital map to irl distance. don't even get me started on using a traditional map bc g-d above. id end up more lost than i was before. im excellent at just confusing the hell out of myself <3

tagging: @sillyspooky @skylightz @bromantically @transgenderpolyhedrals @folderone @gir-posting @nvr-pass-spookier-version @heartslobbf @taikacohen @laymedowninsheetsoflinen (plus anyone who sees this and wants to do it just say i tagged you ^_^). again no obligation to do this !! :)