#I rarely dream nowadays so dreams like these are like The Best lol

[thelastspeecher]

eregyrn-falls replied to your post: “I've been watching a lot of tornado related...”

tornadoes are something that terrified me as a little kid, no doubt due to television. (i can remember a nightmare from early childhood about a tornado.) i grew up in eastern PA, where at the time we didn't have any. so it was the IDEA of them that terrified me. honestly, it still does. i would very very VERY much prefer never to live in a place that gets them with any regularity.

​i realize they're old hat for you, and that's true for anyone who lives with a natural phenomenon. you come to respect it, rather than be terrified of it. but for me, i can't get past the suddenness of them. the fact that they can strike in the middle of the night when you might have almost no warning at all. while they aren't completely unpredictable (obviously there are observable weather fronts and stuff), to me, they feel that way.

the natural disasters that i can deal with are hurricanes, and blizzards. both of those are things you see coming for DAYS. you can get out ahead of them. you can take steps to protect your house and your pets and yourself. (i mean, both of those in theory, assuming you have the means and the financial situation.) earthquakes and tornadoes are too sudden for me and that's why they scare me.

oh you're not the only one who's had a tornado nightmare! one of the worst nightmares I've had in my entire life was a tornado nightmare!

I think that what allows me to continue living in a tornado-prone area despite my general anxiety over like, idk, life, is two things: 1) tornado predictions give a crazy amount of warning nowadays, and 2) I live in a tornado-prone area, I've had a few close calls, but it's not like I live in Moore, Oklahoma lmao.

most tornado warnings aren't even that a tornado has been spotted by someone or confirmed by radar. most of them are "radar indicated rotation", meaning that a thunderstorm with a rotating cloud has been detected on radar. which doesn't mean tornado. it does mean a storm capable of a tornado and more likely to produce one, but it doesn't mean a tornado. or even a funnel cloud!

very VERY rarely are people caught off guard by a tornado anymore. FEMA says the average amount of time between a tornado warning being issued and the tornado or storm striking the area is 10 to 15 minutes. plenty of time to grab your emergency kit and go to your safe place. we have tornado watches if the weather is favorable and often know days in advance whether we'll be hit by weather conducive for tornadogenesis.

and even when we don't know in advance, like I said, we still have plenty of warning! about a week ago, I woke up to sirens, then ten minutes later, heard them again. which I knew likely meant a tornado warning had been issued (the first time, I checked my phone and saw it was severe thunderstorm and just rolled over to sleep some more lol). and before I could check, my phone went off, blaring the same alarm as an Amber Alert. which I knew 100% meant tornado warning. and it was. my roommate and I had time to use the bathroom, grab the dogs and emergency bag, and even take the dogs outside really quick to pee before the storm hit us! and we didn't have a tornado watch in effect. there weren't supposed to be conditions for tornadoes that morning.

and like I said, I don't live in Moore. if I did, I wouldn't even DREAM of living somewhere without a basement. as it is, I fucking hate that my best option is a hallway on the first floor. we've gotten tornadoes before. some have gotten close to me. one literally lifted over a building I was in. but thankfully, we're not as prone as other locations in my state; the storms tend to lose some steam by the time they reach here. and the tornadoes that do spawn tend to be lower level, again, because of the storms losing steam by the time they get here.

I know a lot about the science of tornadoes and grew up in Tornado Alley (or adjacent, depending on what graphic you use), so I know that our current methods are so flipping good at protecting us. we DO have warning. not as much as for a hurricane, but generally speaking, enough to, like I said, use the bathroom and grab the pets. earthquakes...yeah those don't typically give much warning, but that's something scientists are working on. buildings in earthquake-prone areas are built to withstand them (much like many buildings in tornado-prone areas are built to withstand severe storms), and people grow up learning what to do in an earthquake. (which is find a table to hide under, essentially, btw.)

no, what scares ME the most are wildfires.

you're flat-out fucked over by those.

[awesamforehead]

Tag at least six people (can be more than six if you want), and say at least one nice thing about or to each of them. Can be mutuals, can be people you follow, can be people you don’t know but just happen to exist in the same circle(s) with. All you gotta do is tag them and say something nice about/to them :)

Thank you @mahikamihan (the nicest and sweetest person here) for the tag! Ignore that its been a few days shhhh I was actually thinking of doing this on my priv but then this showed up so perfect opportunity :D Its a big one so everyone will be under a read more so Im not clogging the dash

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@snfbabydrop Ive said this multiple times but thank you for your work on dreamnotnapss. The safe haven for multishippers in our corner. Aside from that, you are one of the nicest people Ive met here, never let your sunshine get blocked out

Also shoutout to my awesome mutuals who I dont talk to often but still love 💜

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

Ritsu!

man I said I'd get to queueing up these old prompts and then Didn't... but at least I've gotten around to it now! Also to contextualize how old this prompt is? When I first filled out this profile for him I hadn't even established what goes on with him and Rex ultimately! (This was written before their dynamic retcon even, whoopsies).

I tweaked some things but I'm going to post the original info (Hisui variant) below a cut under the up-to-date profile. I'm also going to add a bonus profile for Rex in the reblog since I happened to do that for funsies, so look out for that ;)

Who are they?

Full name?  Ritsu [last name tbd]

Nicknames? N/A

Gender/pronouns? Male (probably), he/him

Orientation? Aroace-spec - not sure if aro or demiro

Age/Birthday? 23, roughly / he forgor [unset]

Fun fact! Zodiac? :( (Pisces? Or Aquarius/Pisces cusp maybe)

What’s their personality?

Major good traits? Always willing to help others, generous, good with kids, pretty patient

Major flaws? Struggles with putting himself first; isn't always good at voicing his thoughts; more likely to become quietly distant than address a problem

Goals? To settle into the place he can truly belong

Fears? Being uprooted again, dreaming or making up his life entirely

Optimistic or pessimistic? Tempered optimistic

Introvert, extrovert, or ambivert? Introverted, but good with people

Empathetic or un-empathetic? Very empathetic

Do they wait and plan or dive right in? He much prefers to wait and plan... Sometimes he gets so caught up on this step he never follows through with said plans

Do they go with the flow or forge their own path? He prefers to go with the flow but narratively keeps being put in a position to forge (if that makes any sense at all)

Fun fact! Other defining traits? Incredibly klutzy, lacks a lot of coordination despite having good response times.

Relations to the world?

Who’s their family? He has yet to regain his memories of them, but both parents are alive and well in his home region.

Where are they from? Fortree City, Hoenn

Where do they live now? Freezington in the Crown Tundra - though in practice he's rarely there.

Do they have a job? If so, what is it? He is a traveling assistant with Rex's legend research.

How are they with technology? He's most likely approximately two centuries behind the times. It's not going well lol

Connections to religion or spirituality? Him and God aren't exactly on speaking terms anymore.

Powers or magic? None anymore

Fun fact! Connections to the lore? He has been isekai'd twice now, and then finally brought back home with no memory of what that even would mean to him. He's a very influential case to the world around him, but mostly he just wants to find a stable life for himself and help others like him if possible.

Favorites?

Favorite season/weather? Sunny days, probably prefers summer. He gets cold faster than he used to so it's soothing to be in the summer heat for him.

Favorite place? He still gets too cold but Freezington is growing on him regardless. He also loves visiting Postwick to catch up with Rex and Hop's family.

Favorite food? He's rediscovering his love for pasta dishes, and getting to try other new things each day. Sometimes he misses Beni's cooking though.

Favorite clothes/accessories? His Rescue Team Bandanna; his old uniform from the Galaxy team.

Favorite animal? The typhlosion line, naturally!

Favorite/most frequently used mode of transportation? His preferred mode is riding on pokemon, like in Hisui, but nowadays it seems vehicles are the dominant way of travel...

Favorite holiday? None that he can celebrate nowadays - most holidays are still too socially overwhelming for him.

Hobbies? Reading, reading, reading. There's much in the world for him to catch up on, but also it's a very calming, lowkey activity - he's missed having that in his life. It's an equal balance of nonfiction and comics.

Relationships?

Best friends? Rex and Hop!

Closest family member? He hasn't really stayed in touch with any. Things have become rather awkward in light of him not actually being dead, and brought back by the one person they insistently shot down....

Partner/s? Rex - not sure if romantic or QPR yet.

Enemies? He still holds a grudge towards Commander Kamado, even if the guy's long dead by now.

What organizations/clubs/etc are they in? He wants to start his own group to find and help other cases like his.

Fun fact! What are they like with their best friend or partner? He's still quiet, but he learns how to be more open and vocal with both of them, and how to enjoy himself with others - and he learns how to be firm with Rex, standing his ground if something comes up that he disagrees with. Most would assume Rex is the one who takes the lead between the two of them, but most times it's Ritsu taking the stand to rein Rex in more than anything.

(Old profile below)

Who are they?

Full name?  Ritsu

Nicknames? N/A

Gender/pronouns? Male, he/him

Orientation? Aroace

Age/Birthday? 20, roughly / he forgor

Fun fact! Zodiac? :( (Pisces? Or Aquarius/Pisces cusp maybe)

What’s their personality?

Major good traits? Always willing to help others, generous, good with kids, pretty patient

Major flaws? Struggles with putting himself first; isn't always good at voicing his thoughts; more likely to become quietly distant than address a problem

Goals? To find a place he can truly belong

Fears? Being uprooted again, dreaming up his life entirely

Optimistic or pessimistic? Tempered optimistic

Introvert, extrovert, or ambivert? Introverted, but good with people

Empathetic or un-empathetic? Very empathetic

Do they wait and plan or dive right in? He much prefers to wait and plan... Sometimes he gets so caught up on this step he never follows through with said plans

Do they go with the flow or forge their own path? He prefers to go with the flow but narratively keeps being put in a position to forge (if that makes any sense at all)

Fun fact! Other defining traits? Incredibly klutzy, lacks a lot of coordination despite having good response times.

Relations to the world?

Who’s their family? He has lost his memory of them, including his parents, but they all are alive and well elsewhere

Where are they from? Fortree City, Hoenn

Where do they live now? Jubilife Village in Hisui

Do they have a job? If so, what is it? He is a ten star Survey Corps member

How are they with technology? Bad at this point lmao. Probably better than others around him but that's not saying much

Connections to religion or spirituality? Well, he can now call God up on his phone...

Powers or magic? None anymore

Fun fact! Connections to the lore? He has been isekai'd twice now, and after being banished and on the run as a cyndaquil, fighting legendaries with his own bare paws, Ritsu has become somewhat jaded to any punishments the Galaxy Team have attempted to threaten him with.

Favorites?

Favorite season/weather? Sunny days, probably prefers summer. He gets cold faster than he used to so it's soothing to be in the summer heat for him.

Favorite place? Either the pokemon pastures or up by Coronet Highlands's arena - he appreciates the view despite the chill.

Favorite food? Most likely pasta dishes that are not available in Hisui

Favorite clothes/accessories? His Rescue Team Bandanna.

Favorite animal? The typhlosion line, naturally!

Favorite/most frequently used mode of transportation? Wyrdeer

Favorite holiday? The-sky-isn't-splitting-open celebratory festival has to be his favorite so far. He hopes it'll become a yearly event. The festival, not the sky splitting open, of course.

Relationships?

Best friends? Might be Professor Laventon...?

Closest family member? N/A

Partner/s? N/A

Enemies? Commander Kamado. He works for the guy but is none too pleased with him as a person after the banishment events...

What organizations/clubs/etc are they in? Does the Galaxy team count?

[spylarman]

Tagged by @itsbowbi

Are you named after anyone?

Nah pretty generic white boy name. Though my middle name is passed down on my dad's side! It's not a common one.

When was the last time you cried?

Uhhh like last week actually lol got a lot on my mind and no one to bother talking about it with

Do you have kids?

Nope and I don't ever ever plan on it either. Rather get a vasectomy and probably will one day

What sports do you play?

None unless you call an adderall reign energy and cigarette at one time as a high adrenaline sport. In high school I did track and field tho! I was the best in my grade at shotput discus and javelin lol throwing MASTER

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes but honestly I don't really notice until after the fact. It just pours out of my mouth randomly and I'm like "whoops my real thoughts came out"

What's the first thing you notice about someone?

Honestly I usually look at clothes a lot. I feel like what someone wears really ends up matching with their personality and interests so it's fun to pay attention to! Otherwise I really like voices if it's someone I'm going to talk to and not just like noticing from a distance

Eye color?

Darker brown eyes. With the eyebags it looks like all the light has left my soul ✌️

Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies mostly. There's a time and a place for both but I do like a good psychological thriller like Perfect Blue and stuff

Any talents?

Mmmm not that I can really think of honestly. I'm relatively unremarkable lol

Where were you born?

New Hampshire. Gorgeous gorgeous state. Boring as fuck tho there's nothing to do there unless you like to ski and hike lol

Hobbies?

As I'm sure most people say video games for sure, mostly love Fromsoft games dark 1 best dark 2 worst fight me. Otherwise on the rare occasion I can I like to build computers! Not much of a hobby tho. I do origami too. Used to as a kid and decided to pick it up again since it's relaxing and cuts down some screen time lol also MTG, D&D, nerd to the core

Any pets?

My beautiful boy Jack. The love of my life and the only thing that's keeping me grounded nowadays

Height?

5'7" or 5'8" I honestly do not remember the last time I got my height checked was at like 16

Favorite school subject?

Honestly English class was fun. Mostly because I loved talking about the stories and why characters may have done things and stuff. I used to want to be a psychologist so getting into the mental details of things is fun

Dream job?

I do not dream of labor. But if I had to pick something it would be a musician. Music is my favorite form of expression and I wish I had the talent to be able to beautifully get out the thoughts in my head

I like oversharing about random things and I have zero idea who else I follow does. Maybeeeee @tailless-whale and @geeses like to overshare as well??? I think talking about myself to the void is fun lol

[snek-of-eden]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40

For the ask thingy Hehehe

cherry - what is your sexuality? bisexual!! also aceflux

lollipop - favorite makeup products? i don’t wear any huge brands (or a lot of makeup) but i love black eyeliner so so so much

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be? i’m pretty happy being me, but i think being a penguin would be pretty good too

october - what month were you born in? december :3

caress - do you like to snuggle? YES YES YES YES i think this is what i was born to do. my purpose, per se. i have it on good authority that i am a nice snuggler and i will always say yes to snuggles

ivory - describe your pajamas? usually a plain t-shirt or sports bra with really old winnie the pooh shorts T-T or black sweatpants

golden - favorite stationary product? i have a special fondness for uni-pin fine line 0.2 black pens

freckles - most-worn article of clothing? probably adidas shorts or my black Queen tank top (wearing it rn)

twilight - best friend? my babe teri!! they’re offline for now but they’re @belt-soup

silk - do you like k-pop? not really. i like a few songs, but i never really got into it

poppy - favorite pastel color? pale blue or purple! same colour as my hair

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face? smile <3 and i guess just… them in general. we’re all beautiful creatures

sunkissed - autumn or spring? autumn 4eva

buttery - favorite snack? salt and vinegar crackers…. or maybe the tumblr cheese toast is because nothing can beat that

whisper - how much sleep do you get? on average about 8 1/2 hours. 9 if i try!

pencil - do you own a journal? yep, i do. and a diary

cupcake - are you a good cook? i like to think so, yeah! i’m a good baker, i can cook alright

honey - favorite term of endearment? babe, baby, bud, sweetheart, honey, take your pick ^_^ i use endearments with everyone

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams? i hug a lot of people in my dreams!! it’s definitely a theme. i have a teacher who gives the best hugs ever and i’ve had a few dreams about them… also i had a dream once about scotty and bones from star trek being my gay dads and taking me to a concert? so strange but i loved it

velvet - who was your first crush? a boy named alexander on my primary school soccer team T-T he was so cute man. i still think about what happened to him sometimes

paper - favorite children’s book? hmmm, i used to love ‘where is the green sheep’ when i was a toddler, and it’s become a core memory :3

peaches - do you have a skincare routine? not really lol. i wash my face and sometimes moisturise or do a face mask, but yeah

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film? i’ve never actually watched one! it’s on my list though

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend? nope

strawberry - favorite fruit? watermelon or strawberry!

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend? on the cheek and forehead yeah haha

nightlight - do you read before bed? i used to, i never do anymore… i don’t know why, just too exhausted nowadays

shampoo - favorite scent? aniseed, vanilla and fresh rain

skin - what distant relative are you closest to? perhaps my second cousins? they’re lovely

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor? DAVID TENNANT OR ANNE HATHAWAY

cuddles - do you have any pets? i have a dog and i sometimes keep stick insects :}

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite? i don’t wear dresses <3

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters? idk what this means

cream - frozen yogurt flavor? a mix of strawberry and chocolate !! can’t go wrong there

watermelon - do films ever make you cry? i don’t think so. not very often at least. really rarely

sapphos - favorite poet? robert frost or edgar allen poe

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own? at least ten, but the only one i keep out is my kermit plushie that’s been passed down through the family

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful? lavender or pink tulips <33

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup? i have a rainbow mug my mother got for my birthday that has the same picture as the mug in one direction’s drag me down music video… i’m not a huge 1D fan anymore but i adore that mug sm

sunset - what are your pronouns? he/him right now, they/them sometimes!!

thank you so so so so much for this ask!!!! i’m on a road trip and this made for a very fun time x

[oh-my-may]

Still the same - Oikawa x reader

requested: Could you request a scenario about Oikawa? The situation would be something like your s / o giving you an unsuspecting compliment on how good you look with glasses.lol, I'm using the translator, yyy, I hope you're okay, I'm sending you virtual hugs. <33

A/N: This got longer than expected. Tooru is just one of my favs okay I could write about him forever. This also lowkey hitting hard considering my life rn lol we really ain't getting younger out here

Also pls do tell me how you like my "new" writing style. It's a bit more ... detailed? idk, as I said before it's been a while since I last wrote stuff like this :D

I do take requests rn!

warnings: none

genre: fluff

word count: 500-ish?

It was a melancholic trip, visiting Oikawa’s family back in Miyagi now, years after High School graduation. His family was as sweet as ever, especially since they barely got to see you two nowadays. The days were busy with distant family visiting from all over, finally being able to see the golden son again, the star setter of a successful volleyball team, the Olympic player. At the end of those days, filled with stories of the old and current days, shaking hands and eating lots of traditional food both of you often just fell into bed exhausted. Today however you managed to sneak away from all the family members for a bit. Not that it wasn’t nice. It was the contrary, really. Quite thrilling, to see all these people again, to even meet new family members of his you had never met before. Moments where it was just the two of you were rare though, so you had taken the opportunity after dinner today to sneak out. Hilarious really, you were both perfectly grown adults, if you wanted to leave you could do that whenever you wanted. It still felt thrilling now, like almost coming late to class did back in the day. You had just grabbed the next best jackets laying around and then made your way around town as the sun began to set on the horizon in the distance. It felt familiar yet so foreign to you now, which gave the whole ordeal a completely different mood.

Oikawa lead you up a hill filled with big rocks. There was only a small path you could use, so he always held your hand as he moved up. “Maybe this was a stupid idea after all” he giggled after you almost stumbled again, gripping onto his hand like it was your last lifeline. Which it kind of was, to be fair. “Don’t get cocky now, Crappykawa. I could just leave you up on this hill to rot alone and go back to your loving family alone.” Tooru made a face. “You sound like back in High School.” You just showed him your tongue and continued to climb up. Quiet spread around you again. You were both thinking the same things, about High School. The way you couldn’t stand him for most part of it until quite late into your third year. The way those weeks felt then, before the big exams and afterwards, before graduation. You had always thought you knew everything about the great Oikawa Tooru there was to know – that he’s full of himself, a stubborn volleyball-freak, obsessed with himself and the game – but then realized you really didn’t. You were there when he made the decision to go to Argentina, you had witnessed the entire thought process of his behind this decision. He was vulnerable then, maybe that’s why you fell so hard for him as you did. You had to gulp now, blinking away the tears as you finally reached the mountain top. You remembered the place – he’d confessed to you here, showed you his soul, shared his secrets, his fears, his dreams. “Feels so different here now.” Were the first words coming out of Tooru’s mouth now and you looked at his side profile, took in the orange glow of the sun on his skin and hair. His jaw was more refined now, skin a bit smoother, hair a bit shorter. But he was still the same, deep down. You saw it in his eyes in this exact moment, he was still the eighteen year old with all those dreams, only now had they all come true. Yes indeed, the same man, even in the same jacket. “That’s one old jacket you’re wearing there.” You motion at the blue coat and Tooru follows your gaze. It didn’t really fit him all that well, anymore. The sleeves were clearly too short and tight for his arms, the fabric was strained over his shoulders and he hadn’t even bothered to close the buttons of the jacket in the front. “Hah, a classic. I still look good in it though, right? Right?” He posed in front of you like those models in magazines and you smiled but shook your head. “This is why I despised you in High School.” “You were no fun back then.” You just glared at him. “Yet you still chased me.” “Guess I did.” You grinned at each other and he spread his arms as you walked towards the railing of some kind of platform. In the process something fell out of his pocket and you picked it up with mild interest, only to quickly realize what it is. “Oh my god! Remember those?” You ran up to him all excited now, slapping his arm to get his attention and showing him what he’d just dropped. “My old glasses? Damn, didn’t know these still existed.” He inspected them sceptically for a moment and seemed to consider something before shrugging and putting them on, then looking down at you with raised brows. “What do you think?” You gently bit your lip at the sight, thoughts spiralling back to High School. “When I saw you with glasses for the first time… That was the first time I considered you might not be that much of a bad guy as I had thought.” That seemed to have caught Oikawa off guard, as his facial expression completely dropped to one of disbelief. “Really?!” His voice cracked, too, which made your smile to grow wider. “And now?” He was so eager now, blushing like a school girl. You stepped closer to him, stroking his cheek with your fingers and capturing his eyes with yours, keeping them trained on you. “Still the same.”

[sashi-ya]

Hello!! This is my very first time requesting to someone so hopefully i do it right lol corazon x fem!reader in hospital au where corazon will visit law in the hospital but saw reader in the hospital too as a nurse; sweet name calling, accident impregnation and reader and Cora's/Reader's first time that's all thank you!!

Hi babe!! thank u SO much for this request. Idk if you know I'm a nurse, but you have requested one of my dream realities. So, I might actually do a second part of this fic (can be read as it is, but I think there is so much potential in it). Hope you enjoy, it has a lot of fluff so I hope it's ok with you too!

Thank u for requesting!! ♥ ~

🔥NSFW ~ Donquixote Rosinante x F! Nurse! Reader ~ Sunshine

a/n: The fic can be read as it is, but I really want to do a second part for it, so the ending might be consider a cliffhanger. So, if you want me to write part 2 of it, pls tell me.

tw: Hospital Au. medical terms, Law is in hospital. Law's illness in One Piece reminds me of the actual illness called "Saturnism" or Lead poisoning (is pretty rare nowadays, but leaving you a link for some info if want to know more). The fic it's pretty fluffy, but has ofc smut. Sweet name calling, accidental impregnation.

wc: 2.5k (Yes, long ass hell. I'm sorry. But I'm a pediatric nurse that works at an ICU this is literally natural for me hahah)

Your vacations are over, it’s time for you to come back to your duties. A new shift is starting for you at the ICU, and you have been assigned a new patient…

“Good evening! I’m (Name) and I’m gonna be your nurse during night shifts! What’s your name?” you ask your little patient. White spots all over tanned skin, intense grey eyes sucked into black circles. The poor thing looks at you with a lost sight and answers your question, shortly and precisely. “Name’s Law. I have saturnism. My 7pm dose has been passed. I’m gonna need a new bag at 9pm”

As a nurse you are used to -yet not pleased- to interact with kids that somehow had lost their spark. It breaks your heart; a little kid shouldn’t be bedridden. Yet, it’s not normal for a kid to give such specific information so you just have to ask. “Hi Law, nice to meet you… you have pretty accurate information about your state. Do you like medicine?” you ask, sure that this might be the best way you can approach and win the little bean’s confidence. Your patient scans you, up and down. He takes his time to say something but looking at the side he says almost as a confession. “Uhum, I want to be a surgeon someday”.

Bingo!

“Oh, that’s amazing! Would you like me to call you <Dr. Law>?” you ask, blinking an eye. Grey eyes fixed on you. Inside, the kid is jumping, but still his serious countenance doesn’t leave his face. “Ok…” he mumbles. “Good!”.

But something suddenly interrupts your conversation with your little patient. Something handsome but clumsy… “Cora-san!”, “Huh??”, “Aaaaah!”. You turn around quickly to protect your patient from an almost three meters human crushing him.

Blond bangs that barely allow crimson eyes to show through, straight perfect nose, the kindest smile. Faces centimeters apart. Your arms holding the man’s weight, trying not to fall back over the gurney where Law is. Something feels extremely weird about being so close to a man you have never seen before. An electric feeling, a handsome face… a cute guy.

“I’m so sorry!” he apologizes as stands back up. Your scrubs allow to show some skin as they have been slightly moved to the side while helping the man. Big hands, as big as his smile, quickly move your clothes so you are once again properly covered. “I’m really sorry, I’m Donquixote Rosinante” he says, looking at the ground, ashamed by his sudden -stumbling- entrance.

Rosinante… What a beautiful name… he looks so kind.

You were about to speak, mainly because you don’t really know who he is at all, when a little voice interrupts you. “Cora-san! You are gonna crush my nurse here!”. You breathe released, at least the little bean knows him and is not some kind of freak entering the ICU or something. “Is she your nurse? I’m so sorry, miss!” Rosinante apologizes once again, taking off a maroon hat. He squeezes the red cloth in between hands, nervously, ashamed.

“Sir, it’s ok! The floor might be a little slippery here. I’m sorry! Are you “Dr. Law’s” relative?” you ask, brushing invisible dust from your clothes. “Dr. Law?” he asks, tilting his head and looking at the little boy. You giggle, because you notice a new healthy color on the kid’s skin… red, blush. “Uhm, I’m Law’s da… tutor” he says and looks for his wallet. The man takes off a little paper where it is stated how the kid is under his guard and gives it to you.

You nod, because of course this man is not harmful at all. “Thank you, Mr. Rosinante. I’m gonna be his son… I mean, tutored’s nurse for the night shifts. My name is (y/n)”. “Nice to meet you” he extends his hand and grabs yours. The touch of his skin feels so soft and welcoming…

You are suddenly pulled away from his warm embrace as your other patients need care, but you gift him a sweet smile before leaving. “Mr. Donquixote, you can stay here with Law as much as you want!. Dr. Law, I’ll be here at 21 with your new bag, ok?” you tell them and go.

During your shift you sometimes peek at Law’s bed. Rosinante is still next to him, reading with his child a manga called “Sora, the Brave Warrior of the Sea”. You check his vitals on the computer, and luckily the little guy is doing fine. But you can’t help and during your time off you enjoy the image of the perfect family of two in front of you. You rest your chin over your hand and smile like an idiot.

“You seem a little off today, huh? Perhaps that <daddy> has caught your attention?” asks Vivi. “What?” you mumble, sight lost in that big man. Vivi pushes your arm to the side, and you are violently pulled off such reverie. “Uhg Vivi, I wasn’t looking at anything in particular” you lie. “Sure… listen, that poor man only leaves the hospital for no more than two hours, he is stuck next to that boy. You should offer him the special rooms. He hasn’t slept in forever”. “Right…”.

Every time you approach them, to give Law some medications or control him, Rosinante seems to stutter. His cheeks blush, and frankly, yours too. But overall you haven’t gotten any more time to spend with them until late in the evening.

You take Law’s temperature while the little bean slowly falls asleep. The poor thing is the perfect patient, he endures way more and stands still if you need to do something. But you only wish he could be comfortable sleeping in his own room.

Rosinante has left the ICU a moment ago, so you think he might be gone to sleep. But he doesn’t. “Miss (Name), I brought you some coffee” a sweet voice whispers behind you while you are tugging the little patient with the bedsheets. You turn around and look at Rosinante. He is holding two cups of coffee. A real blessing for your first night shift after some weeks off. “Oh… Sir! Thank you so much! But you shouldn’t have” you thankfully accept the cup. “This coffee has helped me a lot, apparently the Marine’s hospital cafeteria knows how to keep people awake”. You smile warmly at him, and both of you keep looking at each other, linking sights, enjoying each other’s facial features.

The silence is suddenly broken when little Law mumbles something during his sleep. Rosinante runs next to the little child, and lets the coffee cup over the nightstand. He stumbles but manages to sit on the chair next to the bed. “Law, I’m here. I’m here” he whispers, grazing the kid’s forehead.

The love this man has for that child exceeds any other parent you have ever seen before. You take a sip of your coffee and take a look at the monitor. Everything seems ok, so you walk off to your station.

You lost track of time while filling the infirmary sheets of your patients. But soon you hear someone snoring.

Rosinante rests his head next to Law, still sitting -uncomfortably- over that precarious chair. He is clearly exhausted. And you wonder if he is a Marine, as you are working in one of Marineford’s hospitals and that’s where they used to get their medical treatments. The man snores sometimes, yet you notice he is not fully asleep as he sometimes opens his eyes to check on Law. His hand holds the little child’s spotted one and grazes it constantly.

And it’s been like this for a few nights now. You always leave your shift, but Rosinante doesn’t. And when you come back the poor man always arrives. He also has been bringing you the typical coffee. You’ve learnt he is a commander and Law and you have created pretty strong bonds.

Each afternoon before your shift, you take the time to fix your hair as much as you can and even start wearing some make up to hospital. For the very first time in ages, having to work all night long means more than taking care of some patients, but also spending time with Law and Rosinante.

Rosinante sleeps once again sitting on that chair, he has gone through endless cramps since you’ve met them, so you think it’s time to offer him the “special rooms”. And you have no doubt when he wakes up abruptly to some whining from Law. But when he wakes up his long arms knock out the coffee on the nightstand. “Fuck!” he swears, whispering.

“Mr. Rosinante!” you chime and run to his rescue. Handing him some paper towels you help him to dry his cream color trousers from the hot beverage. “Are you ok, Sir?” you ask. He looks at you, smiling -oh that smile…- and giggles. “I am! Thank you… please, don’t call me Sir!” he says, throwing the napkins in the bin. “Oh… ok” you sigh blushed because you just come to realize you have literally passed your hands over his crotch.

And because you know -and Vivi has annoyed you with it- you should tell him about the rooms, you call him to your station. “Sir… I mean, Rosinante. I’d like to offer you our private little rooms next to the ICU. The hospital has these places for parents that have their child going through long treatments. You have a bed and a private bathroom. It’s not luxury, but you could catch some rest”. The commander smiles at you, not really convinced about it. “Oh, thank you so much (Name). But I don’t know, I prefer to be next to Law, you know?” he says.

But you have to insist. “Listen, you can give me your number, and if something happens I’ll be calling you. You are right next to the ICU. Also I can send you a report on Law’s state every two hours. But you have to rest, sir. If you get sick you won’t be able to take care of Law”.

Rosinante takes a little bit of time before giving you an answer, but he finally agrees. He gives a last kiss on Law’s forehead and follows you. You tell Vivi you are gonna be showing him the rooms and leave with the man.

Your hands tremble a little while using the key to open one of the little cubicles. You can feel Rosinante’s presence behind you, and your back gets bumpy. Lord this man emanates such strong energy. Energy that attracts you so strongly, so intense…

“So, Sir… I mean, Rosinante. Here we are. Please, get yourself comfortable. It’s a pretty small place so please be careful”. But even if he wanted to, he trips himself with one of the bed’s legs and his huge body falls over yours. Your back hits the cot, but Cora manages not to crush you. Instead, his face remains millimeters from yours. His right knee at the side of your hips.

You reflect on his eyes, him reflecting on yours. Warm breath on lingering lips. Tension that creeps inside both of your bodies and wants to be released. Now, right now. Rosinante grazes your face, softly, lovingly. And without knowing how, your lips reach his. Both of you stay still for a second until your mouths let themselves go into a passionate, steamy kiss.

A steamy kiss that turns into both of you ripping your clothes off. You unbutton his shirt; he takes your scrubs off. Passionately, like in the movies. No lips apart. Soft, low moans and whines.

Rosinante bites your neck. He slides your bra straps and places a kiss on your shoulder. Your hands travel to his crotch, lowering the zipper of his coffee-stained trousers. There is no time to waste, you don’t want to waste it either. You didn’t know you needed this, but it looks as if it was all you ever asked for.

“You are so pretty” he whispers, placing soft pecks on your breasts. You can only sigh, letting yourself go into the pleasures of his soft lips over your chest. Your hands reach for his cheeks while his tongue traces circles around your sensitive belly, spasming with each touch. He crawls up once again, passing his hand on the small of your back.

He moves you up with just one hand, so your head is over the pillow, so softly and romantic. “Miss (Name) you are so gorgeous… I… I can’t stop looking at you” he says, muzzled with your lips. Your right hand on his nape, fingers tangled with his abundant blonde locks. Left hand over his hip bone.

“I… can I call you Sunshine?” he asks. You look so little compared to his almost three meters, but you love it. His huge back, long lean legs. Chest and arms covered in scars. Your fingers travel from already healed holes that look like bullet ones.

“Y-es… but, why sunshine?”.

“Because you have brought light into our world”.

“Call me Sunshine, Rosinante… Please do…” you whisper and kiss his forehead.

He pounces once again into your lips, his hands traveling through all of your body. Up and down, respectfully yet full of lust and desire. You only stop for some air and continue. He quickly and roughly lowers his trousers and underwear.

Taking a look at his size you get a little scared, but passion gets you so horny and needy that you are begging to be penetrated by him, no need for foreplay. Anything.

And Rosinante can’t wait either, and the tip of his sex plays over yours. Mixing precum and your honey both get lubricated. You spread your legs enough for him to fit in between and he aligns his shaft with your entrance. Cora doesn’t move his hips, and instead he lets himself slide slowly inside you, respecting the time your walls take to stretch and receive his length. A heavenly feeling, so kind and deadly.

When he is finally deep, so deep inside you, you feel so filled, so full of him. Both of you smile, sloppy eyelids. And your mouth opens, forming an O as he moves in and out of you, little by little increasing his hips motion. None of you moan loud because after all, you are in a hospital. But not moaning, seems impossible, so you shut your mouth by pressing your lips in endless kisses.

In and out, sometimes around his hips go. You feel a bulge forming on your lower belly, amazed by how much your body is able to take from a man.

And in between panting, sweating and sex you suddenly remember about how none of you are using any type of protection… but it’s too late. Climax begins to hit you, while you aren’t able to express anything understandable. Rosinante keeps fucking you, “Sunshine I’m coming… I will pull out…” he says.

And your ecstasy makes your eyes go blank, throwing your head back, snaking your legs around his waist. Cora pants, drops of sweat falling over your body. And even if he really wanted to, he simply couldn’t… the man fills you up, unable to move back because of your heels pressing onto his back while orgasming. Both pressing your foreheads, moaning each other’s name let your bodies succumb to the peak of your bodies bursting…

“Sunshine…”; “Rosinante…”

[thatoneao3writer]

TTAU Holidays!

(Ok, so, happy early holidays!! It's been a while since I posted something like this, so I hope you guys enjoy! :D)

• The Titans and the HIVE just simply cannot function if they celebrate Christmas together.

• For one thing, their traditions completely contradict each other, and for another, they already can't function on a normal day what more could you expect from a holiday? Lmao.

• The Titans' traditional drink is eggnog, while the HIVE's drink is cider. The Titans like to hand pick fresh trees, but the HIVE love their reusable aluminum tree. The Titans like giving gifts, the HIVE prefers to receive them. The Titans put an angel on top of their tree, the HIVE puts up a star. The Titans go over the top with decorations, but the HIVE are content with just a tiny tree.

• It would be so much easier if they just agreed to combine their traditions, but they're all too stubborn and would never ever let the other group 'replace' what they're used to.

• They always try to get along every year, but every time they try to celebrate together it ends up in a fight which would then become a reluctant party by the end of the day.

• Yes, they celebrate together in either the HIVE HQ or Titans Tower that they all thrashed about five hours ago BECAUSE they didn't want to celebrate together. Quite contradictory, aren't they? Don't worry they enjoy Christmas every year lol

• While all this chaos happens, the Syndicate hosts a very dancy Christmas Galla because Techno is rich and shit, you know the drill lmao.

• Tommy and Ranboo try their best to make excuses about not being able to attend, but they just can't escape the boring grown up party because who says no to Technoblade? They drag a very reluctant Tubbo every year tho.

• Those three rascals always finds a way to sneak out though, and they would run away to Tubbo and Ranboo's hideout to binge cringe Christmas movies and eat sweets until the fall asleep on each other.

• Punz and Purpled always goes out together to ice skate. That's it, that's their tradition. Simple, but they rarely spend time together nowadays, so it means a lot.

• Puffy, just like every Valentine, gives everyone gifts. Though, she has 'competition' every Christmas. Namely Foolish and Ranboo.

• Every year those three competes on who gives the better gifts. Everyone is aware of this, so they pretend they didn't like what they got so the trio would step it up a notch next year. They had to stop doing that once Foolish legitimately gave Tubbo a Lamborghini that he immediately crashed after 10 minutes.

• Speaking of Foolish, he would always try to break off the Holiday Dispute between the HIVE and the Titans, and of course would fail every time. But once he reconnected with Eret, they would spend Christmas together instead.

• Fundy and 5up spend the holidays with Foolish and Eret because they have nowhere else to go. And because they were basically adopted by those two lol.

• Wilbur and Jack would try and fail to infiltrate the Syndicate party. Every single time. Niki would always go out to give them some food whenever they get thrown out though, so that's nice.

• If you're wondering why the Titans weren't invited to the Syndicate's Party... well, let's just say that Techno knows better than to get in between  whatever the hell tradition the two opposing teams have formed over the years.

• Dream only gives gifts to George openly and pretend he doesn't care about the others. But the HIVE knows the little gifts under their pillows were from one certain smiley faced man. And also, he gives stuff to Puffy sometimes. 

• Of course, Sam would try to give everyone gifts, but he doesn't have that much time so he only ends up giving to the Titans, Alex, Tubbo, and Tommy. Mans already got a lot in his plate, he procrastinates a lot because he forgets when the holidays are sometimes and he prefers to make his own gifts.

• Ponk doesn't give anyone but Sam gifts. That's final, lmao

(I'm all out of ideas, so, my fellow mods or if anyone else have ideas, feel free to add on to this -🌱)

[tracybirds]

It’s not 2am I refuse to accept that lol.... what started with me projecting onto Brains because I am very anti-vacuum cleaner and loud sudden noises, morphed into listen to me Brains and Jeff are FRIENDS, they’re BEST FRIENDS, he asked him to live on the ISLAND with his family (Brains is family)

So this is Brains having a problem with loud noises and Jeff helping him out

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Brains shut the door firmly. He spent so much time in the depths of the volcano, underneath nearly three hundred metres of solid basalt, that he’d forgotten how loud the Tracy family really was. Forgotten their penchant for sudden bangs and explosive arguments when the mood took them.

He’d known them for years, first met Jeff and Lucille back before even Gordon was born. Without noticing, somehow his invitations to dinner and birthday parties grew and grew until he found himself folded into the line up as naturally as any other member. He might have once been surprised to find a place made for him on Tracy Island, his own opinions sought after and his wants and desires for his own space taken as seriously as anyone else’s, but upon reflection the transition had been the most seamless in his life.

He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

But right now, between shaking hands and chattering teeth, he’d rather be anywhere but here.

His study was a place rarely frequented. He much preferred the cavernous space of his workshop, where he could jump between theory and practice and the only sound was that of muttered calculations echoed back to him with his own voice. But with Jeff back (and wasn’t he thrilled to be working with his old friend again), dreaming up new ideas for the dozen, it only made sense to temporarily relocate back to the room next door.

He winced as a chair scraped overhead again. Indistinct conversation filtered down and he glanced over to check the windows were shut fast. How Jeff was working, totally oblivious, as beyond him. Every sound tore into Brains’ skin.

He rummaged through the drawers, searching for the headphones that would provide even a moment of relief.

Above him, the floor creaked ominously and he could hear Virgil and Gordon’s scattered laughter.

The villa suddenly seemed very small.

A gentle whirring grabbed his attention, and Brains looked up to see MAX in front of him, headphones in his grip.

“Thank you, mm-MAX,” he said with a tight smile and lowered them over his ears.

He could hear his echoing heartbeat, beating wildly and amplified by the full coverage of his ears, and he grimaced at the sound.

But a choice between the unexpected screeches from above and the steady sound of living was no contest.

Brains steadied his breath and stared blankly at the blueprints he was working on. He could hardly remember what they were for. Some kind of energy dampener?

He placed his glasses down on the desk and rubbed at his eyes. The thumping was only getting louder and faster and the headphones themselves were becoming a problem – the synthetic cushioning sticky and hot against his skin.

He could still hear the boys above.

His fingers fumbled with software, searching for something tolerable to drown out the sound. Music burst through to his eardrums and instinctively he ripped their source away, and the sounds of Tracy villa fell in on him at full force.

Gritted teeth, eyes squeezed tight, hands drilling his ears into his skull as though they could be removed, and all because of noise that couldn’t be helped and that he couldn’t ask to be stopped.

Not fair, he thought, not fair to them and certainly not fair to him.

***

Brains’ door was shut. That pulled Jeff up short, his hand hovering over the door knob as he frowned at it as though it had closed itself of its own accord. Brains’ door was never shut.

Jeff could still remember the gentle welcome he’d given his sons when they first met, answering all their questions about his lab and what exactly his job was. How he’d taken one look at Jeff, overwhelmed with the care of only three children while his pregnant wife rushed home to care for her dying mother and invited him and his overly-excited children home for tea. Even back in Tracy Industries, Jeff had been given unrestricted access to Brains’ office and he liked to think it wasn’t simply because Brains couldn’t say no to his boss.

He knew very well how incorrect that statement was.

Jeff reached out and knocked on the door.

There was no reply.

Faintly, Jeff could hear the faint beeps of MAX inside and that only puzzled him more. MAX never seemed to leave Brains’ side in one form or another, but neither did he sound distressed. He thought. Jeff was still learning how to tell the moods of a robot apart.

Another loud whoop echoed down the stairs and he glanced up, partially amused but mostly exasperated. With some time off, Scott and Gordon had taken it upon themselves to teach Alan poker and if there was anything that Scott and Gordon knew how to do quietly – well, it wasn’t poker.

From the sounds of things, Alan had hit a streak of beginner’s luck and Scott, still swearing above him, was on the losing end.

He laughed to himself and lightly pushed open the door, poking his head to try and spot his friend.

His smile dropped almost instantly.

“Brains? Are you alright?”

A redundant question, immediately answered without a word as Jeff took in the clenched jaw and involuntary gasps for air.

“Okay, okay,” he muttered to himself, reluctant to startle Brains further or make whatever this was worse by touching him. Because this was surely something new. Or something hidden and private that he had no intention of revealing to the rest of his raucous family.

A chair fell with a loud bang above them and Jeff jumped. Brains seemed to curl even further in on himself and as the squabbling grew louder and louder above them, Jeff realised what the problem was.

“Brains, I’ll be right back,” he promised, before striding upstairs, worry turning what had been exasperation into real anger.

“Boys,” he growled, his voice cutting through the argument. Three startled pairs of eyes met his, and Jeff tried to cool the white-hot fury into mere annoyance.

“Outside. Or your rooms, I don’t care which.”

Gordon scoffed at him.

“You can’t send us to our rooms.”

Jeff whirled on him, the fire stoked in his glare.

“On second thoughts,” said Gordon cheerfully, tugging Alan in front of him. “I was just gonna go for a swim. What do you say, Alan?”

Jeff watched the two race away and turned to face Scott, his arms crossed and scowling openly.

“What was that for?” he demanded. “We were just playing cards, what’s the big idea?”

“You’re just being too damn loud,” Jeff said with a grunt, turning towards the stairwell.

Then again, he reflected, it wasn’t entirely their fault. Clearly, whatever was going on downstairs wasn’t something they’d known to be aware of.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” muttered Scott. “If you say so.”

Jeff ignored him, already halfway down the stairs with his main objective cleared.

He slipped back into the room, pleased to see Brains’ breathing was much less erratic.

“Brains?”

“Mmm, y-yes Jeff?”

He stepped forward and laid a hesitant hand on Brains’ shoulder.

“You’re still shaking,” he said quietly. “What was that?”

“Nn-nothing.”

Jeff snorted.

“At least look me in the eye when you lie to me, Brains. Come on, I know you better than that.”

Brains pursed his lips together, still avoiding Jeff’s gaze, and it suddenly struck Jeff that his friend might not want to tell him about his problems.

Eight years was a long gap in friendship.

“It’s okay,” he said at last, as the silence stretched out into uncomfortable awkwardness. “You really don’t have to say. I’ve just never seen you like that before.”

“Yes, you have.”

Jeff looked at him in surprise, unsure of the conviction in Brains’ eyes.

“Then I don’t remember,” he admitted slowly, casting his mind over fragile, faded memory.

“Help m-me over to that sss-sofa.”

Jeff followed his directions without protest, still watching him carefully until Brains was lying down on the sofa with a sigh.

He reached out and handed over the blue frames instinctively and pulled up a chair as Brains peered at him through them.

“Adrenaline crash,” he said, by way of explanation and gesturing at himself. Sss-sorry Jeff, it g-got a little out of hand.”

“What is ‘it’?”

Brains waved a dismissive hand.

“I hope you didn’t g-go up and yell at the b-boys,” he said. “It’s really not their ff-fault. I just have a hard time with too mm, m-much noise, or the wrongs kinds nowadays.”

“Why?” asked Jeff, trying not to feel too guilty over having done just that.

Brains smiled tiredly.

“T-t-turns out, it’s really rather traumatising to watch your ff-friend explode on a live-feed in f-front of you.”

Chills raced over Jeff’s skin, all seeming to find entry into his heart. His breath caught in his throat and he found it was his turn to be bent over with his friend’s guiding hand on his back.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “Worse for you than it was for me.”

“Yes, you’re right Jeff,” said Brains drily. “There are no lasting effects from the mm-moment that ripped your f-family from you and f-forced you to survive in the m-most hostile environment with no hope of return. Mm-my m-mistake.”

Jeff laughed weakly.

“You got me there,” he admitted, rubbing his chest to try ease some of the tension. “But at least we’re not alone on this one. I’ll tell the boys to check neither of us are working before they play anymore poker.”

“And next time, they could ask us to join,” said Brains with a grin. “I don’t think they know what a g-good team we m-made.”

“Good cheats, you mean.”

“Well, of course, what’s the difference?”

Jeff laughed, thumping on his shoulder.

“Get some rest, Brains. Strategise later.”

[oumaheroes]

Heya! I’ve been reading thru your hcs and drabbles recently and I have to ask — what’s ur opinion on Mattie as a character and Canada as a country? What makes you like him? I’m assuming ur British and I’ve always been curious ab this, because I ain’t sure if most Brits are like States and just think of Canada as the US’s hat or not at all thanks! <3

The short answer is:

I love him

I love him so much that I have a longer answer bubbling away that I can’t help but spill at you.

What’s your opinion on Mattie as a character?

Jesus, where do I begin with this utter butter bean.

I suppose I fell deeply, deeply in love with him as this world-weary, steadfast and loyal guy, someone who is so very hardworking but not arrogant about it (and is generally unaware of it). He’ll do all that is asked of him and more, and work himself to the bone but not one word of complaint or boast will pass his lips. Matthew wants recognition from Arthur and his family, Matthew wants to be seen and understood as someone to depend on and trust, but Matthew doesn’t demand it. He doesn’t think of this in a selfish way, or in a ‘how can I advance in X’s esteem’ sort of way, Matthew does his best and goes above and beyond what is required because that’s just what he considers to be the necessary. What is obvious.

Arthur wants him to guard a fort? Of course, and he’s noticed that the battements are kinda shoddy so he’ll just set some people to work on that. He’ll pitch in too himself, of course, because the work will get done faster. He won’t tell Arthur what he’s done because he won’t expect praise for it- it just made sense. Why wouldn’t he do it? He can’t guard a fort if the fort has a weakness, after all.

I love Matthew because he’s a large presence who sees himself as small, someone who tries to fit an ideal of what people want from him without realising he already fit the ideal long long ago. For me, this does tend to be a toxic trait of his, he’s far too willing to give himself away, to neglect himself and his wants for people who probably don’t deserve it, and it’s all rooted down to a fear of abandonment that has slowly trickled and bled through to colour his personality.

As a character to write he’s a dream boat- he’s a wonderful counter to Alfred, something soothing and calm to contrast against the energetic storm. For a long time, Matthew was the model son Arthur wanted but Arthur was too busy mourning the loss of Alfred to notice and Matthew was too empathetic and selfless to demand that recognition or push for Arthur to acknowledge his shitty behaviour. Nowadays, Arthur understands what he took for granted- he’s calmed down over the years and has realised what an absolute diamond he’s had right next to him all this time but Matthew still doesn’t have the self-confidence to claim that view himself. Their relationship is something I love to read and write about and it’s a very complex web to dig into- something that just isn’t done enough!

I could go into far more detail but this is getting l o n g so I shall contain myself and answer your second question.

What do you think about Canada as a country?

So, this opinion is heavily biased. A few years ago I had the amazing opportunity to live in Canada for a year and ended up in a town in Quebec, close to Ottawa. I spent a whole year bouncing about the Eastern side of Canada and I can say, with a hand on my craggy old heart, that Canada is an utterly beautiful place. Quebeckers are an honest to God hoot (Quebec French for me is my utter favourite- sounds like a rough and tumble friend), and are so warm and welcoming once you get to know them. I met a few dry eggs, as you do in every country, but overall Canadian people (Quebeckers and Ontarians, at least) are utterly fantastic.

I will say that this fond regard was no doubt helped by the fact that I felt like a mini celebrity out there (I am British lol). British people are like rare mythical animals, especially in Quebec, and telling people I went there specifically to learn French instantly gave me bonus points. Outside of the capital, people stopped me in the middle of the street, in banks, and in Timmy’s to tell me that they loved how I sounded and a year of that will really go to your head and your heart, I cannot lie.

Country wise, British people are very fond of Canada, overall. We see Canadians as fellow followers of politeness and etiquette, and we very much appreciate your reliable and sturdy presence throughout history. Our media is blasted with a lot of American news, TV, history, slang, and culture, so Canada doesn’t have as much of an impact here as it should. But British people overall regard Canada fondly with quiet joy and I have never met a person who has a bad opinion of either the place or the people.

Again, I could go on about the country, the people, and the culture, but I shall refrain myself before things turn too soppy haha

You did remind me that I haven’t posted anything I’ve written about Canada yet on this Tumblr- this shall be fixed!

Thanks for the ask! <3

[supercalvin]

Hello, may I request a Merthur ficlet where they’re teens during war ish times and they dance to O Children I just know you’re a potter head and thus there is no way you don’t know which scene I’m referring to 🤧 (Also I’m actually frequently on your page and we’ve interracted and I’m so fun and quirky that I decided to go anon for this one just to spice things up hoho) BONUS POINTS for soft cheek touching and sweet first kissing but whatever yk not that important 👉🏼👈🏼

This is a hilariously late reply to this prompt. Thank god tumblr doesn’t put dates on asks, because I’d be too embarrassed to post this ficlet. Anyways. I had to look up this scene lol, but it was very cute and I loved this idea. Soft cheeks kisses here we goooooooo.

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The radio on Merlin’s shoulder crackled, and he quickly turned it down. The forest was quiet, and Merlin’s magic hadn’t detected anything besides animals in a mile radius, but that didn’t mean he was going to let a radio give away his position. He crouched down and waited for a minute, listening to the sounds of the forest around him. The pack of supplies dug into his shoulder, but with only a mile left to go, he knew he had better keep it on his back and feel the relief later, rather than try to get it back on his sore back.

With another quick spell to ensure that no one was around, Merlin continued on his route. His boots crunched in the autumn leaves and the air was crisp. Merlin could feel the magic in the forest like electricity before a storm.

There was limited access to electricity in the forest, it was mostly used for lights and any emergency medical equipment that Gaius needed. Otherwise everyone endured without it and magic was used when it wasn’t being used to defend the camp. Before the war, the thought of living without constant electricity seemed unreal, but after three years of living in the forest and running supplies between encampments, it was hard for Merlin to remember what life was like before.

When Merlin pictured the end of the war, the only luxuries he longed for was a warm bed and a large bath. Mostly he wished for his people to be free once again.

When Merlin entered the edge of the camp, he felt the wards shimmer around his form. Although invisible to most people, Merlin could always see the magic, it glimmered in the light like dust motes in a sunbeam. As soon as he passed through the wards he heard the commotion. His hackles raised and instinctually looked around for danger, before he realized that the sound wasn’t screams of fear but rather the raucous sounds of celebration.

The supplies tent was at the back of the encampment, where it could best be protected. Merlin wound his way around the tents until he found the large green tent. When he stepped inside, he was greeted by a young Druid woman, Ferridel.

“What’s happened?”

“Oh Merlin, you’ve returned. The battalion came back with news of victory while you were gone. We’ve taken the valley.”

Merlin nodded, his heart racing in his chest. Too many questions to ask, he was left dumb.

Merlin dropped off the supplies, but he was too anxious to stay and speak with Ferridel. He rushed to the center of camp, where a large bonfire was blazing and soldiers were gathered with tankards in hand. Their coats and rifles were strewn about the benches around the bonfire. Some soldiers raised their hands in greeting, but Merlin was looking for a familiar face.

“Looking for someone?”

Merlin whipped around to see exactly who he was looking for.

“Arthur,” Merlin said, his breath leaving him in a whisper.

Arthur smiled, looking far too pleased with himself as he cocked his head to one side. “You look awful, Merlin. What have you been doing? Rolling in the dirt while we fight this war?”

“You’re an ass,” Merlin said, but his harsh words were soon softened as he engulfed Arthur in a tight embrace. Arthur’s arms wrapped around him and he could feel Arthur shake a little. Despite his bravado, Arthur wasn’t a fool. Every time he stepped onto that battle field, it could be the end. Merlin knew that when Arthur left last month, it could have been his last time seeing his best friend’s smile.

Arthur pulled back and gripped Merlin’s shoulder, “Now you look like a man who could use a nice glass of scotch.”

“You have scotch?” Merlin said.

Arthur tilted his head towards the residential tents. “Come on,” He tugged on Merlin’s jacket.

Before Merlin knew it, Arthur had gotten Merlin a warm basin of water and a large pile of food. As Captain of the battalion, Arthur was granted some privileges, and usually Merlin would tell Arthur he was a spoiled prince for it, but now the warm water felt nice and the Merlin was starving. When he was travelling between encampments Merlin usually only ate jerky and whatever bread hadn’t gone stale.

As Merlin ate, Arthur told him about the battle. He was brief, very limited in his details. Merlin was grateful. He hated hearing about battle plans but he also knew that for every positive note Arthur said about the battle, there was a price they had paid. Merlin knew that as the men celebrated their victory, they also mourned their fallen brethren.

“So where is this infamous scotch?”

Arthur smiled, crooked and sly. He opened up a trunk and pulled aside clothes that cushioned a large bottle of amber liquid. Merlin raised his brow. Alcohol was hard to come by nowadays. Merlin ran essential supplies between encampments, and alcohol was rarely on that list.

Arthur cut the wax seal with his pocket knife and poured a heavy serving for both of them.

“To victory,” Arthur raised his glass.

“To freedom,” Merlin said, and clanked his glass against Arthur’s.

The scotch was warm as it ran down his throat. He coughed, not used to the feeling anymore. Arthur laughed at him and pounded his back. They drank and told each other stories of friends and foes alike. They talked about before the war and they dreamed about afterwards. Soon enough, both of them were laughing in drunken delight. Perhaps on a different night the scotch would have made them somber. But not tonight, after an essential victory.

Music had started to play outside and Merlin could hear the shuffle of people dancing and drunkenly singing along to the music.

Arthur stood on unsteady feet, a warm smile on his face as he reached for Merlin.

“What are you doing?” Merlin laughed as Arthur hauled him to his feet.

“Dance with me, Merlin,” Arthur whined, pouting like a spoiled child.

“You don’t want to see me dance, Arthur. You know how clumsy I am.”

“That’s not true,” Arthur pouted. His hands had settled on Merlin’s waist. He was warm from the alcohol, and it burned Merlin to be this close to the sun. “You’re not clumsy when you do magic. Come on, do some magic for me.”

“You’re such a spoiled prat.” Merlin held his hands against Arthur’s chest, but did not push him away. Despite his words, Merlin was not one to deny Arthur anything, especially when he was inebriated. So he let his magic loose. Dozens of small lights filled the tent, bobbing in the air like fireflies.

“Beautiful,” Arthur said, but he hadn’t turned his head to look at the lights.

The song outside was slow, but the tune was uplifting. Arthur took Merlin’s hands off his chest, cradling one in his palm and the other he slid up so that it rested against Arthur’s shoulder. They danced, albeit horribly, but nonetheless they did dance. Merlin stumbled over his own feet and Arthur did not know how to keep a beat, but they laughed and that was more important than skill.

As the music dwindled, they heard cheers outside. Someone was speaking to the crowd by the bonfire. Then someone started playing a somber tune, the same they always played at the end of any victory or defeat. They lost men, no matter the outcome. Their mood had changed just as quickly as the songs had changed.

Merlin felt his throat close up. He reached up to touch Arthur’s face, cradling his jaw in his palm.

“Thank the gods,” Merlin said, the rest of his sentence stuck in his throat. The thought of losing Arthur was too overwhelming, any words to express it were lost to Merlin.

“I’m right here,” Arthur said, holding Merlin’s wrist, “I’ll always be here.”

Merlin shook his head, “You can’t promise that.”

“I’ll always come back to you.”

Merlin shook his head, feeling tears run down his cheek even as he closed his eyes against them. He was always an easy crier, and usually Arthur would make fun of him for it. But Arthur stayed silent this time.

“Oh, Merlin. I hate when you do this…” Arthur shook off Merlin’s hand and cradled Merlin’s face in his own hands, wiping the tears with his thumbs. “I fight this war for you… For your freedom. For your happiness. One day, I will never see you cry again.”

Before Merlin could answer, Arthur leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Merlin’s cheek and then pulled away and kissed the other, right at the edge of his lips.

Merlin gripped Arthur’s wrists, his eyes flickering between Arthur’s trying to read his expression. But he was so grimmly serious, as if Arthur was vowing that he would fight every enemy soldier himself just to protect Merlin.

“Live through this war...that’s what will make me happy.”

“I will,” Arthur vowed with a solemn nod.

Just a few inches of air separated them, but they felt like miles. Arthur looked Merlin in the eye, and then down, and before Merlin could register what was happening, Arthur was kissing him. Merlin gripped him tight, feeling Arthur’s hands tighten on his jaw.

Arthur pulled back, “Is this...? Are you alright with…?”

“And you say I talk too much,” Merlin said, and shut him up with a kiss.

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[kyber-crystal]

steady || obi-wan kenobi

summary: even amidst the chaos of the war, obi-wan is always there to remind you that you don’t have to carry your burdens alone. 

words: ~1.8k

warnings: mentions of death, violence, flashbacks to traumatic events (essentially mild PTSD), angst-to-fluff, mutual pining (oops my cliche side has jumped out here)

a/n: requested by the one and only @rentskenobi !! i’m sorry if this was really bad lol this is actually my first time writing for him. the middle-end was really poorly written i’m so sorry fffff

The war was beginning to take a toll on you.

It was affecting everyone to an extent, of course. As you walked around the halls you were met with tired eyes and lowered, worn-out voices telling you that you weren’t the only one who felt completely drained.  

You threw yourself into your work—working extra hours with the Council and helping strategize battle plans, organizing committees and having longer meditation sessions with Yoda. If sacrificing a good night’s sleep was what it took to keep all the intrusive thoughts at bay, then you were more than willing to take up on the offer. 

You did your best to keep your head held high but as time passed, it grew increasingly difficult. Hope seemed too far away on the horizon for you to reach out to it and actually believe it was in fact, going to get better. You were trying, but it got harder every day.

And Obi-Wan noticed. As a Jedi, you’d trained yourself to show no emotion whatsoever, or very little if you ever did—but being as observant as he was, he was quick to notice. It was all the little things that gave it away—the way you were constantly clearing your throat before speaking because it sounded hoarse and wobbly—as if you were on the verge of tears, the dark circles underneath your red-rimmed eyes, and how your hands always went up to fiddle with the moon-shaped charm he’d given you that hung from your neck.

You hadn’t eaten or slept in a solid six days. The dull migraine at the back of your head and sharp hunger pangs in your stomach told you to rest up and get proper nutrients into your body, but you ignored them. Maybe if you keep yourself on your feet, it’ll be easier to forget, you told yourself. 

But no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you were okay, the guilt still sat heavily upon your shoulders. 

You knew you could’ve stopped them; you had all the power to. But you didn’t. You couldn’t, and you failed.

It was only a few weeks into the war when you’d lost your old mentor, your friend, your parental figure whom you stayed close to long after you’d completed your Trials—and, being who you were, you took it upon yourself to put all the blame on your shoulders. Because technically, it was, was it not? You knew if you’d gotten there in time, if you were even just the tiniest bit faster and more observant and paid better attention, she would be alive. 

You caught a glimpse of your reflection in the bathroom’s mirror as you entered your quarters, and did a double take. 

Gripping the edges of the sink, you stared back at the woman in the mirror. Her hair, normally plaited in elegant braids or pulled back into an updo, tumbled loosely and informally down her shoulders. Were those eye bags always there to begin with? Or had they recently appeared?

It was maybe half an hour or so later that you finally crawled into bed—without bothering to change. Fatigue was pressing down on your body rather heavily, but sleep never came.

You woke up screaming. 

There was no way in hell you were going back to sleep—not when the prospect of your premonitions coming true were still fresh in your mind. You weren’t going to lose him the way you lost your master—the thought alone was too much to bear.

Without thinking about what you were doing, you got out of bed and quietly made your way down the hall. 

Obi-Wan yawned as he opened the door and rubbed his eyes with one hand. “It’s 2 in the morning, what—Y/N, what are you doing awake?” He immediately paused when he saw the remnants of teartracks on your cheeks, falling silent as he placed a gentle hand on your back and ushered you inside. 

Without a word, you climbed into bed, and Obi-Wan didn’t say anything either as he pulled the sheets over you. 

You longed to be like him—to spend your nights not worrying about being plagued with terrifyingly realistic nightmares, to fall asleep almost at the very moment your head hit the pillow. The last time you remembered such a thing happening to you had been nearly a full year ago—but with the way time passed you by now, it felt like a lifetime. You wanted to ask Obi how in Force’s name did he sleep so well amongst an intergalactic war with seemingly no end to all its pain and suffering?

"What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled as you turned your face more towards the pillow. It smelled just like him—warm coffee and citrus—and for a moment, it seemed to calm you down.

He sighed, and carefully slid in between the sheets right next to you. “Why don’t you try and sleep, alright? You need rest.” 

"Mhmm.”

“Now get some rest, my love.” 

You woke up sweating bullets, chest rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. You initially panicked when you looked around and couldn’t see Obi-Wan, but your shoulders sagged in relief upon seeing he was still there, sleeping peacefully right next to you, his hand brushing against yours ever-so-gently.

He stirred in his sleep slightly as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. 

“Y/N?” he mumbled, still only half-conscious as he turned to face you, immediately sitting up as well as he saw you staring blankly ahead. “Y/N. Are you alright? You’re trembling.”

“I’m fine,” you replied, but the shakiness in your tone gave it away. “Obi-Wan, go back to sleep. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” He took your hand in his, gently rubbing patterns into your palm. Force, the way his blue eyes shone brightly even in the dark...the way the seemed to stare straight into your soul... 

“I can’t sleep.”

Obi-Wan paused for a moment. He got up out of bed and motioned for you to do the same. 

“What are you...”

“Shh. Come with me, there’s something I want to show you.”

His warm hand slipped into yours again as he led you down the hallway and up a long, winding staircase, and kept holding on until you finally reached the top, pushing open the heavy doors together to reveal a sprawling, open balcony. 

“What is this place?” You were practically speechless as you stared up at the star-littered sky. 

“It’s one of the meditation balconies...I often come here when I find that I can’t fall back asleep. Stargazing is rather helpful in clearing the mind.”

“It’s beautiful,” you exhaled. “It’s so hard for me to find time to come even during the day...”

You sought solace in staring up at the skies. It was rare, being able to gaze upwards into a cloudless, clear abyss when you were so often surrounded by the atrocities of war. So you were grateful for any night in which you were able to see the stars.

“You seem tired,” he noted, gazing worriedly at your appearance. 

“Who isn’t at this point?” you exhaled, faking a laugh. “I’d be genuinely surprised to find someone around here who gets adequate rest.”

“Y/N, please tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m fine, Obi-Wan. I keep telling you there’s no need to worry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“What?” The sudden sternness in his tone took you by surprise. 

“You’re not okay, Y/N. You haven’t slept properly in a week, nor have you had any proper nourishment along with it. You almost passed out in the middle of sparring with Anakin, and Master Windu released you from yesterday morning’s meeting early because you were on the verge of knocking out cold. You don’t think I’ve noticed? I’m worried...if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, how am I supposed to help?”

You bit your lip and anxiously fiddled with your thumbs. “I haven’t slept in six days. Seven...if you count when I fell asleep during that meeting.”

“A week? If you keep it up, you’re going to fall ill. You almost have.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why not?”

You shook your head. “I had a bad dream."

“And you didn’t bother to tell me?” Obi looked more concerned rather than upset. “Y/N.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden to you. You have enough on your plate as it is,” you mumbled. 

“You’re not a burden. I’d much rather listen and help you than have you go through it alone.”

You let out a long sigh and crossed your arms over your chest, staring blankly out at the darkened horizon. It seemed that everything nowadays served as some sort of bad omen. “I’ve been having these dreams for months on end...but I don’t even know if that’s what you can call them anymore. And I can’t lose you. I can’t let any of this become real.”

“You won’t lose me, Y/N, you have my word.”

“Are you sure?”

“Dreams pass in time.”

Releasing a shaky breath, you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his broad shoulder, letting him slide his arms around your waist and gently kiss the top of your head. He lets his lips linger there; neither of you say anything about it. 

Obi-Wan found himself going down a risky path. He knew better than to grow attached. But now that he was made well aware of your fear over losing him, his equal fear towards having you taken away from him as well had become too prominent for him to to keep brushing off to the side. If he couldn’t do so much as protect himself from imminent danger, he would do everything in his power to keep you safe under his wing for as long as he could. 

He glances down at your peacefully dozing figure for several moments. You looked so serene, so young, while you slept all curled up against him and wrapped up in the sheets. And right then and there, the thought of wondering how it’d be to wake up next to you every day for the rest of his life hits him like a truck. 

Brushing your hair away from your forehead, he places a hand to your face and skims his thumb across your cheekbone. He wants to stay like this, even if it’s only for a little while longer.

This isn’t right, he tells himself. But he can’t resist; there’s something about you that prevents him from doing so.

“You’re staring,” you mumbled, eyes still closed.

Obi blinked in surprise, slightly taken aback. “You’re awake.”

“...What time is it?”

“Half past nine.”

“I’m going back to sleep,” you muttered, throwing the sheets over your face to cool yourself down. Despite your effort, you could still feel your face burning. “I haven’t rested in six days. Goodnight.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Alright. Sleep well, my love.”

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[spookybias]

ᝰ frozen ideals | park sunghoon ˎˊ˗

paring: park sunghoon x gender neutral! reader

genre: slice of life ─ fluff, slight angst

content: idol! sunghoon x figure skater! reader, more than friends but less than lovers au, i ramble a bit about what a home is.

synopsis: sunghoon revisits the ice rink, and after seeing you, begins to have doubts on what he really wants in life.

word count: 2.7k

note: this only took a couple of days, so it’s not my best work. i kind of overdid it i guess? this was supposed to be short, but i just couldn’t stop. i also cried while writing a couple of paragraphs of this lol. one more thing, i’m not the best with endings, so i’m not sure if you guys will understand it. it is happy, though.

SUNGHOON DIDN'T VISIT THE ICE RINK AS OFTEN AS HE BEFORE. During his figure skating career, he was often at the ice rink at least 3-4 times a week. Sometimes before school hours, other times after school hours, and many times during school hours. If he thought his life as a professional figure skater was busy, his belief had changed once advancing from trainee to applicant to contestant, and finally, to idol.

Sunghoon’s time was divided between training, schoolwork, competitions, and every now and then, interviews.

His schedule was now made up of all the tasks of a predebut idol. There were photoshoots, interviews, and vocal and dance practices to attend. His free time was given away, -but only out of love for his fans- to sudden vlive sessions and random social media updates. he rarely ever had time to himself nowadays, as even what was left after all of his daily routines and weekly events was often used to eat, freshen up, and rest. And none of this would compare to the schedule that was to come once him and the boys made their debut.

There were times where he thought back to his days on the ice; what would life be like if he hadn’t quit figure skating?

It had been a long time since he had visited the ice rink, and while all the other boys used their one free day off in a while to visit their family back home, or to hang out with their old friends at their favorite place, Sunghoon found himself back at the ice rink. But who’s to say that this favorite place of his that he spent many times at alone, wasn’t his home?

Home isn’t where you live. No, that was your apartment, your house, your condo or your space at the shelter, maybe even the streets. Home is the place that provides you with a sense of security, an overwhelming amount of happiness, a much more avaliable version of cloud 9. Even when you’ve been there twenty times in one week, forty times in one month, the place still feels like a new visit each time. That’s a home.

Often, it isn’t what you do at said place that makes it a home. It’s the safe space founded by the very things about that place that make you happy. The angle at which the lights hit, the background noise that boasts behind you when you’re having fun, the people inhabiting the environment. All these things still feel new, but recognizable every time you visit.

This was the case for Park Sunghoon. You were his safe space.

The ice rink was nearly empty except for you, your coach, and the advisor who kept watch to make sure there weren’t any mishaps in the rink. This wasn’t meant to be a private meeting. You almost always arrived as soon as the rink opened, and so there were never really people there.

Sunghoon had shown up out of the blue after waking up with a sudden urge to visit the rink. It wasn’t until he stood in the seating area, looking over the frost, did he realize how much he missed. He remembered the goosebumps that grazed his skin when the chilly air hit his bare arms and the numb feeling you get on your butt when you land on it after falling back.

He longed for it all, but maybe not enough to quit his new career.

You noticed the lanky boy outside the rink after landing a toe loop. You were a skater, sure, but you weren’t the most coordinated one. You had often made it to competitions with Sunghoon, but you wouldn’t ever make it as far as he did. Still, you loved ice skating, and you would only get better.

That being said, you hadn’t gotten better just yet and were easily distracted. Skidding to a halt, you cheerfully waved to Sunghoon. “Hi, Hoonie!” That meant your eyes were off the cracking ice in front of you, and you tripped, flying forward.

Sunghoon rushed out onto the ice, panic gracing his features. He was accustomed to the ice, and carefully but quickly made it to you in his converse.

“____, are you okay?” Sunghoon didn’t wait for an answer, wrapping one of your arms around his neck and hoisting you up bridal style. “I haven’t seen you in months, and when I finally do I cause an accident.” He shook his head.

You chuckled at his self-disappointment. You waited for him to put you down on the bleachers before telling him, “It wasn’t that big of a deal Sunghoon. I’ve fallen hundreds of times. Ninety out of a hundred of those times, you weren’t there to help me.”

“If it was no big deal, then why did you need me to carry you off the ice?”

You smiled mockingly, eyes shut tight and lips pressed together, a compressed smile at its finest. “I didn’t. I just wanted a free ride.”

Sunghoon shook his head, laughing. His laugh was light like a feather, quiet like a baby’s snore. “You always were lazy,” He replied jokingly.

“Hey! I’ve been practicing really hard! Someone has to take your place, remember? And you’re not here to coach me anymore.”

It was true. After word got around that the Park Sunghoon had quit his career as a professional figure skater, everyone in you guys’ age range seemed to be fighting to be known as the best. For awhile, Sunghoon offered you tips and techniques for mastering his most known tricks. You were someone dear to him, and even when you guys were competing against each other, he secretly hoped you’d do better than him.

The young boy only got busier, though, and could no longer help you train.

“____!” You were snapped out of your conversation by your coach, Eunkyung. She walked up to the two of you. The way she eyed Sunghoon -a look of disbelief mixed with digust- made you gulp. “Stop fooling around. He isn’t here to train you anymore, therefore, he’s wasting valuable time.”

You knew how Eunkyung felt towards Sunghoon. She had dreams of making it as big as him when she was the same age, but couldn’t due to financial situations. Seeing someone who had everything she wanted in a figure skating career give it all up irked her soul. She had openly voiced her opinions on Park Sunghoon to you and the other trainees.

“Please, Eunkyung.” You begged in a low voice, but Sunghoon could still hear. Something about you begging Eunkyung to let him stay made his heart flutter. “We hardly see each other anymore. I really missed him.”

That was it. Sunghoon’s ears were suddenly on fire. When had you gotten so bold?

“Fine. Thirty minutes. Don’t expect another break today because this is the only one you’ll be getting.” Eunkyung walked off muttering something about ungrateful teens and the next competition being in three weeks.

You began to move from the bench Sunghoon had dropped you off at, but immediately sat back down, a hiss escaping your lips.

“You said you were fine.” Sunghoon placed a protective hand on your shoulder, as if the pain was a person making their way towards you.

“I am fine.” You stared out onto the ice trying to wiggle out the static shooting through your leg.

“That isn’t the kind of sound people make when they’re fine, ____. I’ll get Eunkyung.”

“No.” Your voice was firm. “It’s just a cramp, Sunghoon. You know figure skaters get cramps.”

Sunghoon stood quietly, looking down at you, but you avoided eye contact. “Okay.”

“I get them a lot. Eunkyung says it’s because I don’t stretch enough beforehand. We used to stretch together, remember? But you’re not here anymore so I forget.” The statement sounded more spiteful than you intended.

Sunghoon wondered if you were mad at him, and hiding your anger with fake excitement towards seeing him again. Did you secretly wish that he had never come back?

You kept bringing up the past and reminding him that he wasn’t around anymore. It was times like these where he questioned what he really wanted.

The two of you sat in silence. Just basking in each other’s existence was enough. That’s what was so mesmerizing about your friendship. Sometimes all the two of you did was sit next to each other, and it felt like so much fun.

“It’s been awhile, huh, ice prince?” You broke the silence and smiled playfully. “Did you miss me?” Your tone was teasing when you asked, but deep down you knew that if the answer was no your heart would shatter.

Sunghoon didn’t bother to even fight back. “Yeah, I did.” He liked it when you called him ice prince. It could get him to admit anything. It could even make him admit he was in love with you, but you didn’t need to know that.

“You never text me anymore.” He couldn’t figure out if it was a normal statement or a sad one. “I know you’re busy, though.” He exhaled being grateful for that add-on. “What’s it like?”

“I love it.” Sunghoon simply stated. You hardly even finished asking the question when he had answered. “It’s a lot of work, and sometimes I can’t believe I made it, but I love it.”

“You love Jake especially too, right?” You teased.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“You know I’m kidding,” You shook your head, laughing. Sunghoon missed hearing your laugh. The audio recordings from old videos of you two together just weren’t enough for him anymore.

“You know you’re the only…” Sunghoon trailed off and looked away. Talking about his feelings for you was difficult for him. It was difficult for you too. You didn’t need him to finish his sentence. Of course, you often needed reassurance that you hadn’t been replaced, but just the first few words of his statement were enough. You knew what he meant.

He was the only one for you too.

“Do you think what I’m doing is right?” Sunghoon suddenly questioned. For some reason he was holding back a sob, and he wasn’t sure why.

You stared at a scrape in the ice for a moment, before finally turning to the boy of your dreams. “Yes.” You nodded your head, smiling. “I watch your vlives and read your interviews and I retweet all your photos and cheer on all your moments.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek. You were happy for Sunghoon, but it hurt that he was doubting his desires after a long time of trying to prove himself.

You continued, “Sometimes my friends tell me I’m whipped, but I’m just really happy for you, Hoonie. So please don’t doubt yourself.”

Sunghoon was glad that only one tear had escaped. He didn’t want you to cry over him. “There are days where I try to imagine what life would be like if I was still here. Skating with you and everyone else.”

You replied almost instantly. “Well stop imagining those things. You’re not here anymore. You can’t let what you thought you wanted interfere with what you really want. You didn’t leave anyone or anything behind. It’s not like you forgot about this place. We still love you, and we’re rooting for you and always have been. You spent so long trying to prove yourself to everybody. Don’t let those years be in vein. If you quit, I swear I’ll-”

“I’m not going to quit.” Sunghoon stopped you. “If you’re proud of me, then I must be doing the right thing.”

You let out a breath and smiled, turning away from the boy once again. “Ideals change, ice prince. You’re allowed to change.”

Sunghoon looked over at you, noting how you avoided eye contact. He found it really cute. “Thank you, ____.” The two of you shared a smile, and then Sunghoon looked down to your left leg. “How is it? Is the cramp gone?”

You stood up, wiggled your left foot, and hopped on your left leg for good measure. “Yep! Think we can go around the rink for a bit before my break is up?”

Sunghoon’s cheeks turned pink. “Are you asking me out?”

You tightened your laces and laughed. “I would never."

SUNGHOON SKATED BESIDE YOU. This wasn’t a date. Despite your hands clasped together tightly but comfortably and the statements shared between the two of you earlier, you and Sunghoon were not a thing. The two of you were just a couple of friends who almost had something due to your shared interest and quiet bonding. You loved each other and it wasn’t complicated, but it was uncharted territory neither of you were ready to enter.

You skidded to a stop. “I’ve been practicing really hard,” You told Sunghoon again. You skated circles around him. “Eunkyung says that with a couple more months of training, I can make it farther than you ever did.”

“Is that a threat?” Sunghoon began following after you, the two of you facing each other, skating sideways to form a small circle around the spot you guys had just been standing in.

“Yes, it is.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “But seriously. It’s so much work ‘cause you’re known for doing the most.” You rolled your eyes, remembering the countless laps Eunkyung made you skate around the ice rink. You brightened up when you remembered something else. “I’ve been getting a lot better at salchows, though, which we all know I am terrible at. Look.”

Sunghoon watched in amazement as you skated around the rink, performing salchows over and over again. Your landings were a little slopping, but you could easily fix that.

“I wanna show you something else before you go.” Suddenly Sunghoon remembered that he had to leave soon, as your break would be up, and he had to see his mother in a bit. He followed you out the ice rink.

You opened your backpack, which Sunghoon had just now noticed was left out on the bleachers. He would have to remind you not to do that. If the rink got crowded, someone could steal your stuff. You pulled out a black notebook and handed it to Sunghoon.

He opened the notebook, puzzled at the lines and numbers all over the pages along with little doodles. However, his confusion went away once he realized that the little doodles were diagrams of figure skating tricks, and the lines and numbers all matched up to physics calculations.

“After you left, I honestly forgot a lot of your tips. It was hard using your methods without you being around to coach me.” You looked down at your hands. “I take physics in school, so I’ve been using it to help me with figure skating.”

Sunghoon was in awe. In his mind, he had been selfish to keep wishing he could be back at the rink just to help you. If he had stayed, he would just be stopping you from finding your own techniques, from realizing your full potential. He now realized that he didn’t have to keep worrying about if you were okay. You were doing just fine without him, and although that thought would be negative to most, Sunghoon was proud of you.

“____, this is amazing.”

“You don’t think it’s nerdy?”

“Of course not. You’re a genius,” Sunghoon stated. The embarrassment that had just filled your senses was quickly replaced by fluster. “Um, thanks, Hoonie.”

The two of you continued to flip through the book together, you pointing out tiny notes that you wanted Sunghoon to see, and him asking questions and nodding his head in intrigue. Sunghoon flipped to the most recent diagram, and examined the page.

“What’s this?” Sunghoon pointed to a diagram of a trick he had never seen before.

“Oh! Eunkyung says that if I want to stand out I should combine a couple of moves and form my own tricks, and name them something cool. I need to show the judges how I stand out from the other contestants.” You looked over the page, and caught a small note in your handwriting. Suddenly feeling nervous, you tried to change the subject. “Uh, why don’t we skate some more.”

Sunghoon glanced at you before scanning the page once more. And then he saw it. The diagram was a mix of a salchow and a toe loop, two moves Sunghoon was very much known for perfecting. Under the diagram were two words that made Sunghoon’s heart flutter.

Ice Prince.

[durotoswrites]

For the writing meme thingy: 🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? 🍑 do you/would you write smut? 📒 any fics planned?

🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.

To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:

Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.

Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)

Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.

Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.

I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.

So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)

After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.

I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.

I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.

I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.

🍑Do you/would you write smut?

Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.

Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.

Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).

📒 Any Fics Planned?

Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.

Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.

Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.

Ask me about my writing processes and stories!

I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.

Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.

I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.

Among those include:

A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).

Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.

Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.

I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.

I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:

Anna

Doug

Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)

More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore

I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.

I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.

I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.

Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:

The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.

Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?

Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.

[chierafied]

20 Questions: Writer’s Edition!

Thanks so much for the tag, @blitheringmcgonagall​ and @the-dream-team​! 💙💙💙 I was really hoping to get to do this one lol

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How many works do you have on AO3

300 (though I’ve yet to post 8 fics from my backlog there)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1 281 330

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three. SessKag (Inuyasha), Jily (Harry Potter) and IchiRuki (Bleach)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

If I did the REAL top 5 fics by Kudos it would be all SessKag and my answers overall are very SessKag heavy as is so I went with top 2 SessKag, top 2 Jily and top 1 IchiRuki instead.

1. Life After Loss

This was not the happily ever after Kagome had always dreamt about. This could not be happening to her, not after everything they had gone through... She never knew that her whole world could screech to a complete halt in a blink of an eye.

SessKag, M, Chapter Fic, 98k words

2. Stranger Than Fiction

The books have been all the craze recently, boasting an epic adventure set in the chaos of Sengoku Jidai. Kagome has steered clear from them; she has spent quite enough time dwelling in the past as is. However, when her roommate and a die-hard fan  of the book series laments the latest plot twist, Kagome realises that the accursed books might be hitting even closer to home than she ever suspected. 

SessKag, T, One Shot, 913 words

3. #Jily

Twitter seemed awash with the hashtag Jily. Lily blinked at in confusion, until she realised it was one of those silly couple monikers people had  bestowed on her and Potter. …Though there was a small dissenting crowd following a tweet from Potter’s bandmate Sirius Black: Jily? Hah! More like LAMES. 

Jily, G, One Shot, 2,991 words

4. Much Tweeting About Crushing

James has a hopeless crush on his neighbour and tweets about it, which is fine. Until Evans follows him. 

Jily, T, One Shot, 3,050 words

5. Miscalculation

Rukia planted her elbows on the table and steepled her fingers. “I want my brother to think we’re dating so I can get him off my back.” Ichigo scoffed at her. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” 

IchiRuki, T, Two Shot, 1,820 words

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes and no? 😅 For a long time I had a policy that I’d reply to comments if I had something more to say than just “thanks”.

Nowadays I reply to nearly every comment I get on AO3. I feel if the people bother to take the time to comment, the least I can do is thank them and I’ve made some friends in the comment section along the years too. But all that said... since I went on my hiatus I haven’t really been replying to my comments on Dokuga much, the clunky reply system there makes it feel like a big hassle which makes it feel draining. 😅

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, Probably either Foil (SK) or Vagary (SK)?

... And I just realised Vagary is another one I never posted on AO3 argh when will the backlog end???

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Probably Life After Loss, all things considered. 💙

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve never written proper crossover, i.e. characters from different series interacting but I’ve written crossover fusions i.e. charas from series 1 in the setting of series 2, such as Disney AUs etc.

The craziest one would be probably the SessKag Star Wars AU because I’m not a Star Wars fan and know very little of it but it was requested so... 🙈

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I got Anon hate at one point from an anti-shipper on my IchiRuki fic on FFnet, it was wild. 🤣

And maybe not as far as hate but the notorious plot twist on Chain of Love (SK) was very much criticised to the point where even years later when I got a comment notification for Chain I would inwardly flinch. 😅

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I don’t.

I have written and will write a sex scene if the story requires it (most recently in Do I Remind You Of Somewhere You Wanna Be, SK). But they are never explicit in nature, I’m not naming genitals or anything lol. The thing is, if I have to write sex I want to keep it... tasteful, for the lack of a better word. So a term like smut, with connotation to dirtiness would never apply to my writing.

(Back in the day, because I don’t write explicit scenes I did not consider my sex scenes “lemons” either. Which is why I’m still cackling about the fact that Chain once won the 1st place award for a best lemon scene.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, I have. Chain was posted on Wattpad without my knowledge or permission. It is wild having to file a DMCA over a fanfic. 😂

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Some of my SessKag one shots have been translated to Spanish, I believe!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve tried, with a close IRL friend of mine, but as our attempts never got very far I wouldn’t say I really have. 😅

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oof, that’s a tough one. Maybe IchiRuki?

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Probably the Bodyguard AU (JL) and the Shotgun AU (JL)? I love both of these stories a lot but I’m very much in the beginning with them and both are ideas I’ve had for years yet have never really been able to actively work on?

What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. I feel my writing style leans towards short and simple so it’s easily approachable? I think I’m pretty good with dialogue. Sometimes, I can do a lot with very few words. And I think I’m fairly good at slipping in little details or giving a sense of backstory, even if it’s a short one shot?

What are your writing weaknesses?

I suffer from a perpetual lack of motivation that I try to combat with having a writing routine. I’m slow to update because unless I’m inspired which never happens or am on a deadline crunch I am perfectly comfortable just adding 300-500 words to my WIP and calling it a day. I loathe editing so I rarely do much else than a cursory proofread before posting.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

My initial thought is why? 😂 I mean I guess I don’t mind but I feel using another language in the fic should be justified and done in moderation. Personally, I probably wouldn’t write dialogue in another language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Okay so the first fic I ever actually wrote/published was a 2nd gen arranged marriage fic for The Belgariad and The Malloreon, my favourite book series growing up. The fic, which fizzled out after 2 or so chapters, was deleted years ago lol

SessKag came second. 😉

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

*vaguely gestures at the 300+ fics* It’s pretty much impossible to choose among my children but if you put a gun to my head I’ll say Life After Loss.

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