#I usually write down my thoughts while I'm playing games but I've never posted them before maybe I should do that more often hmm

[hero-of-the-wolf]

👋🏼 I need you to know that your TotK comments give me so much joy!

What's been your favorite part of the game so far?

-pebbles

I'm so glad you've been enjoying them :D

I've really loved running around the map and seeing how things have changed from BOTW! It's been so cool to go !!! I remember this person, and to see what they're up to now. Like the couple you help get together at Lover's Pond?? They have a daughter now 😭 absolutely insane, I love it sm

I've also really enjoyed the boss fights (esp Colgera and Queen Gibdo) and TULIN and all the music and the way the main quest is just "Find Zelda" like yeah sure you should probably stop the living (ish) embodiment of all evil, but that's more of a side thing. The priority is finding Zelda and it's very sweet 🥺

ALSO THE LIGHT DRAGON I LOVE HER SM

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

Collide | l.hs 이희승 | pt. 1

best friend!heesung x best friend!reader

READ PT2 HERE

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation (sort of?), nipple play, heesung is cocky but only for a bit, no use of "y/n". It got sort of fluffy at the end?

synopsis: you've been having hookups for a while, but none of them have been memorable, much less good, so heesung decided you change that. Although his intentions might not be 100% pure.

wc: 5k.

a/n: this is by far not my first smut (it's literally all I write lol) but I've never posted for the enhypen fandom although I've been delusional about heesung and jake for a good while now. I have decided to break my silence. pls let me know if there are any mistakes and for sure let me know if you liked it! I actually quite enjoyed writing this as I began working on part two as soon as I finished. Also English is not my first language, I'm certain I revised this enough to avoid any grammar mistakes but thought I'd give y'all the heads up.

You arrived at Heesung's apartment late that night, just like you had warned him that you would. Given that your last date's place was near Heesung's, he had offered you to come over after your night out so that you didn't have to take a cab home. He said he'd be up playing anyway since it was a Friday night.

When you knocked, he had stood by his word. It took a few knocks and missed calls but eventually, the door opened, showing Heesung in a plain white tshirt and grey sweatpants. He welcomed you with a gentle smile, quiet as the noise rang through his headset. You nodded at him in acknowledgement and he took a step to the side to let you in.

As usual, you left your things on the couch. You signaled towards his bathroom and he nodded again, then left you alone to finish his game. You took a towel from his closet and one of his longer shirts and headed to the shower, head hanging low, letting the water run down your body when you stepped in, standing still under it, eyes closed.

Your date had been a mess.

The guy was nice; he held up to the bare minimum requirements of kindness and politeness, he payed for the bill even when you insisted for him to at least let you split it. Then he held your arm and guided you to his car like a true gentleman, where he took you to his house, layed you on his bed, and gave you the most boring, cunt-drying head and sex of your life. It felt criminal, really, that a man so handsome and well put together was such a boring and dull fuck. But there he had been, dirty blond hair parted to the side, stuck to his forehead as he sweat and heaved like a fucking pig white fucking into you, paying no mind to what you were feeling, only chasing his high.

Heesung, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about the look on your face when you stepped inside. Nor could he stop thinking about the marks that he hoped to god would be gone by morning, or your messy hair and out of place clothes, and the fact that you were willing to pull through with the plan of going to his apartment instead of staying with the guy. He picked you up, fucked you poorly (most likely), and couldn't even drive you somewhere else?

Ever since you became confident enough to put yourself out there, you've had quire the few hookups, which was unsurprising to Heesung. You were pretty, charming, and kind, and he saw those things every day. However, heesung wasn't stupid. He knew that at the end of the day, there was a good reason as to why men overall didn't have a good reputation during sex. And Heesung was someone who would love to show you a good time, but he didn't want to lose you over it.

He dreamed of it. Fantasized about it so many times— about all the ways in which he would fuck you, so good that no one else could even compare. To have you come back to him each time you even so much as think about trying to sleep with some other guy that isn't him. He'd give you the slow, teasing version of it first, taking his sweet time with each and every inch of skin until you were shaking just from the mere anticipation of feeling his cock push in, dragging out the pleasure in slow waves, praising you for enduring such intense feelings. Make you feel so good you'd cry.

If you wanted, Heesung could be rough, too. Bend you over every single piece of furniture of his apartment and yours. In his car as well, he would be lying if he said he never imagined putting you on your hands and knees on the backseat of his car whenever he picked you up from a party; have claw at the leather and leave your mark on it. Park somewhere dark and let you ride him on the driver's seat.

To be quite frank, it drove him crazy; to know that you were in his bathroom— naked in his house, and he couldn't just walk in and press you against the wall, ready to hold your weight when your knees begin to shake and buckle.

Heesung shook his thoughts away, going back to his game and trying to act normal. He unmuted himself to yell at Jake and Yeonjun, who were performing even worse than him. As they went quiet again, he heard the water stop and the bathroom door open. Your reflection appeared on his second monitor, your hair in somewhat of a low ponytail over your shoulder with a few strands on the front. Some parts of your body were clearly still damp, and his shirt stuck where there were still drops of water gathering on your skin. Heesung licked his lips, desperate to end the game and go to you, who layed comfortably on his bed, scrolling through your phone with a cold expression.

You sighed while you stared holes into Heesung's stiff back and shoulders. You showed up to his apartment knowing that he was going to be gaming with his friends, but a part of you still hoped that he would've dropped everything for like he had done sometimes, especially since today had been particularly frustrating. Still, you waited for him, just rather impatiently.

He didn't bother to say goodbye to his boys, he only turned off his computer and took his headphones off, rubbing at his red and sore ears. He turned on his chair and smiled.

“I'm done.”

“Did you win?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Heesung shook his head. “I wasn't focusing.” He shrugged. “How bad was it?"

“How'd you know it was bad?"

“You're here, aren't you?” He chuckled.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat, quietly admitting your best friend was right. Heesung's eyes softened, displaying pity as your hands came up to rub your face, leaving a red trail of pure frustration.

“He was so handsome and sweet,” You groaned into your palms. “But he barely even kissed me, or touched me.”

He gritted his teeth, eyes landing on the small, purplish spots on your neck. “You're all marked up though,” he said, trying not to let his jealousy seep into his words.

“I practically had to beg him to do anything,” you admitted, embarassed that those words even came out of your mouth.

Begged?, Heesung thought, you had to beg a random guy to do what he had been dying to do to you? He scratched at the back of his neck.

“I don't know where you keep finding these scumbags.” He stood up, walking towards the bed to sit next to you.

“Maybe they're all scumbags and I should give up, because I didn't even get to finish.”

Heesung pressed his lips together, making a thin line. He tried to think about what to say next, but words were out of his mouth before he could consider all outcomes.

“Do you still want to?”

“Want to what?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“Come,” he responded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you still want to come?”

Heat crept up your cheeks, your body beggining to deter from his gaze. Neither of you had ever been shy about discussing sex, or each other's sex lives—though he was much more reserved about it than you were—, but something in the atmosphere made you nervous. Something in his tone as the words came out of his mouth, something about heesung saying those words to you.

You huffed. “Well, who doesn't, right?”

His pupils were blown out in an instant. “Then let me help you.”

“Help me what?” you rolled your eyes at him, exasperated. Although he wasn't being as cryptic as you perceived him, you were just in a bad mood.

Heesung just shrugged. “Come,” he repeated, leaning closer to you. “Let me make you come.”

The whole world stopped for you, or at least that's what it felt like. Your face contorted, a thousand thoughts rushing through your mind.

Yes, it was your best friend, who you barely recognized at the moment. But you would be lying if you said his words didn't have an effect on you, his offer making you shiver. Still, you had some level of skepticism because again, he was your best friend.

“Stop playing, I'm not in the mood.” Was all you managed to push out, not feeling like being teased.

Unable to back down now —or not wanting to—, heesung took a deep breath.

“Do I look like I'm playing?”

You turn to face him, and looked for a hint, or even such as a glimpse of him being the teasing asshole that he had always been, however, he never faltered. If anything, he seemed impatient for an answer.

“I think you deserve to know what a good night feels like,” He continued.

“You think you're good?” You scoffed mockingly, already feeling your body heating up at his promises. A good night? Yes, you were in desperate need of one of those. It was nothing Heesung wasn't already aware of.

“I know I am,” he smirked.

His confidence set off something inside of you. If it turned out that he was all talk, then, you'll be damned, because god, did he know how to talk. Not only using his words, but also his whole body, as he leaned foward to press his face closer to yours. Had he always been like this or were you just noticing?

For the time you had known Heesung, you never knew him for one to sleep and mess around. He was a flirt, sure, he loved to lean in during parties to make the women around him flustered. More often than not, he would brush past them with a hand on their waist and watched as they blushed, but despite his good looks and undeniable charisma, you've never heard about him constantly hooking up, nor doing it often like you did.

Regardless, wether it was seldom or not, Heesung fucked. It was a fact, even if it seemed like he was too busy gaming and working, he had managed to fit some fun time in his packed schedule of work hours and consoles. You couldn't deny you've heard about him, given that he had unknowingly slept with two of your coworkers. It wasn't something you told him, and until this very day, he was still unaware of the fact.

But you were very aware of what had been said about him, because you heard them discuss in great detail about how good the sex had been. They had talked about everything, from the size of his cock to how he knew how to eat out a woman—and how good he looked doing it—, how many times they came and what not. It had been weird to hear about how good your best friend was in bed, but you still grew curious, dying to know if the rumours were true, and if he was the well built roman sex god they made him out to be.

He was your best friend, yes (how many times had you said it already?). Still, you weren't blind nor stupid, you could see how gorgeous he was, how hot he looked, having been flustered by him one too many times. Certain feelings harvested in you that you had pushed to the side, thinking that you would bully them away by telling yourself than a friend who just so happened to be stupidly handsome. And you had managed quite well, that until today, with Heesung infront of you, willing to give you what you wanted.

Would the sex outweigh any possible bad outcomes that may come from hooking up with the person you trust the most? Only time would tell.

“Okay,” you whispered, feeling shy under his impatient gaze.

He reached out his hand, softly cupping your chin. His thumb caressed your jawline.

“I'll be gentle.”

Your brows furrowed. “I'm not a virgin, Heesung.”

“Do you need to be a virgin for that?” He laughed, dumbfounded by your words. “Just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

Promises, promises, promises. “Are you all talk or do I have to beg you too?”

Heesung smirked. “Don't give me ideas.”

Any hesitation any of you might have still had vanished the minute your lips pressed together. Heesung moved slowly, almost forcing you to follow his lead and you obliged, sighing into the kiss. You held his nape to pull him closer, it was the only thing he let you do. He allowed you to guide him on top of you, and you spread your legs so that he could settle himself between them to kiss you deeper.

His tongue pushed against yours without a warning and you whimpered. Just the kissing had your heart threatening to shoot a hole into your chest from the inside out. Heesung had inviting lips for sure, but god, did he know how to use them.

You were desperate to have him touch you but still whined and protested when his mouth began to make its way down, stopping by your neck first, biting just below your jawline. Your hands trembled, trying to find something to hold on to until you figured the best thing to sink your nails into were his shoulders.

Heesung loved it, to know his skin would welcome anything your body gave. So mesmerized by the way you reacted to his touches, so receptive and sensitive to him. He couldn't believe it yet, that he had you on his bed, kissing you breathless.

Your back arched into him when he sucked on the skin, making sure to leave more visibly, longer lasting marks over the ones you already had. He watched as your skin became stained with a darker purple, his cock throbbing at the sight; at the thought of seeing you on his clothes, your body littered in his marks.

He raised your shirt over your breasts. You reached for the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head to give him more space to do what he wanted more comfortably. He stopped you immediately, though.

“I wanna fuck you in my shirt,” he confessed, trying not to show his desperation.

His words almost were enough to make you moan, and you realised you weren't turned off by the idea of being owned in some way, especially if it was Heesung who did. Or perhaps you were just incredibly horny, and he had started to play with one of your nipples between his fingers, the other one going into his mouth.

With your hand gripping his head tightly, you pushed him towards your chest. He swirled his tongue around the bud in acknowledgement of your actions, which made you buck your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction. You could feel your panties sticking to your skin, was it normal to be this wet just from kissing?

It was probably how it should have been with your date, or with any of the other guys you had slept with. But only you had managed to get yourself to that state, alone in your room with your fingers, and now Heesung with his skilled mouth licking and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, his hips pressed against your cunt to keep you from squirming or pressing your legs together. You took the opportunity to grind yourself against him, feeling the outline of his already hard cock on your shorts. The whine he let out was long and needy.

“Heesung,” you moaned, nudging at his shoulder to push him away. “More.”

Heesung's knees buckled at your pleads.

“Beg a little more, baby.” He instructed. He pressed a soft kiss between your breasts, where a drop of sweat had begun to roll down. “Say my name again.”

Heesung found himself hypnotized by the way you moaned out his name. The way you tried to shove him down to get him to go between your legs just made him want to tease you more.

“heesung please, please, fuck—,” you babbled. “God, stop teasing me.”

“No god here, just me,” Heesung smirked at you.

Thankfully, what you said had been enough. He made his way down slowly, ghosting his hands over your waist as he directed his kisses from your abdomen until his lips met the hem of your shorts. He pushed them to the side and stared at your white panties now turned transparent from the wetness. And he almost couldn't believe it was for him. A bunch of thoughts passed through his mind that he didn't dare to voice; how he had wanted this for so long, how he was hoping you would come to your senses and realize how much better he was than all the other guys you had gone out with. How he hoped this would absolutely ruin you, and make you feel like you will never find something out there that could compete. The thought of this possibly being a one time thing, and that you could run off to some other douchebag was nauseating.

He offered himself up expecting that, by the end of the night, he'll own you.

It wasn't something that he wanted to keep thinking about. All he wanted was to hear more of your pretty sounds. You gasped when he yanked down your shorts, leaving on your underwear just to mess with you and make you desperate for him. He glided his thumb over your cunt, occasionally putting pressure on your clit but never quite staying there. Your legs and hips twitched, your pathetic attempt to guide his finger. Loud moans and whines kept pouring from your lips as you tried to get him where you wanted.

“Have any of those assholes ever gone down on you?” he asked, sort of absent.

Had they? You weren't really sure. Sometimes they would kiss between your legs, a few licks here and there before they pushed their cock in, but never like what your friends have told you it was like. Jealousy burbled in your stomach whenever you heard them talk about it— the unimaginable pleasure, the look on the man's face he ate them out like his life depended on it. You have had a glimpse, a very bad one, but you had almost felt what it was like. However, at the end of the day, it was mostly you on your knees with your mouth stuffed.

Ultimately, you decided to tell him exactly that. “Yeah, but not really. It's usually me who does.”

Heesung clicked his tongue, completely displeased by your answer. It pissed him off, sort of, at least enough to pull your panties down and finally beginning to live up to his promise. He flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit, to which your body immediately reacted, forcing a whimper out of you.

His hands forced your legs open as far as they would go, taking full control, leaving you defenseless under his relentless mouth and tongue. Same tongue he pushed inside you, thrusting it into your hole, feeling you squeeze him. The way your walls tightened around his tongue turned him impatient, dying to get that same feeling on his cock. But you were his priority right now, and he would have time to feel you soon enough.

The orgasm that you had been longing for since you accepted your date felt closer than ever, with heesung's nose hitting your clit, and his tongue moving inside you. He then reached up to suck on your clit that kept getting more and more swollen the more his lips would close around it, rolling his tongue over it. As he kept playing with it, he teased his finger on your entrance, gathering your slick on it and sliding it in with little to no effort, your body welcoming him instantly. He found himself stretching you further in no time, slowly pushing in a second finger and curling both of them.

“Feel good baby?” he mumbled. It was uncommon for him to ask those types of questions, since he would rather have girls show him. But from you, he wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it.

The question almost sounded stupid in your ears.

“So fucking good,” you breathed out. “So fucking close.”

All of the rumours were true, and Heesung absolutely looked hot pleasuring a woman, smiling to himself, looking drunk and fucked out just from it, his only goal to have you finish thanks to him. He was good, exactly like he said he was, making your eyes roll back, a thing you had only thought possible in porn, and just by using his mouth. And he still had yet to fuck you.

The pace of his fingers and tongue quickened, your moans got louder along with it. Edging you was something he considered, feeling you so close, having the power to just stop all at once and leave you hanging.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you before he could make a decision, and fuck if it wasn't one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed; how your back arched and your feet lift off of the bed as the highest peak of pleasure you had ever felt invaded your body in waves, body convulsing onto his hand in time with the loud, borderline screams of his name. It had gotten to the point you had to kick at his shoulders for him to pull away, sensations quickly turning painful.

If that's how you were gonna feel on his cock, he was certain that he was not going to last long.

“Shit, Heesung, that was—”

"I'm not done with you, sweetheart,” he interrupted. “I barely just started.” He chuckled, begging to pull down his sweatpants, revealing the wet patch of precum on his underwear. “Look what you did to me.”

Your eyes never stopped following his hands as he hooked his fingers om his boxers to finally free his cock from being smothered by the fabric, standing proudly against his abdomen, heavy. Something in your stomach fluttered with a twisted exciment of what was about to happen, especially when he wrapped his hand around it to stroke it slowly, almost teasing himself.

And you let him, watching him try to relieve himself; his mouth open, panting, so focused on aliviating his arousal that he almost forgot you were there. That until both of your eyes met, the atmosphere in the room getting heavier by the minute

Heesung stopped moving his hand. “Come spit on it, baby,” he instructed. “Get it ready.”

A breath got stuck in your throat at his words. That hadn't been the nastiest thing you heard, you had been said and called way worse. But the way he look and sounded while he made his request, knelt in front of you, hair out of place and lips dark pink and glossy from eating you out made him look and sound so utterly dirty, so much so that your body reacted way before you did, already crawling to him before he could finish that sentence fully.

You looked straight into his eyes as you opened your moth, a long string of saliva falling from your tongue in slow motion until it met the head of his cock. He looked right back at you as he spread it across his length. Heesung muttered curse after curse as you laid back down, and was quick to settle himself between your legs once more.

His tip pressed against your entrance, and you felt the stretch almost immediately, hissing and putting your hand on stomach as a reflex. He held your wrist gently, used his grip to pull your hand up to his face, pressing a soft kiss on your palm. His eyes fluttered shut as your warm skin came into contact with his lips. And when you moved to cup his cheek, he leaned into the touch instantly. You began to tease his bottom lip, running your thumb over it, and as he sunk himself even further, he caught it between his teeth, gently grazing them against your semilong nails, until he finally closed his mouth around it. He hummed.

It took Heesung a while to bottom out inside you, and you moaned and whined all the way through it; from the pain of being stretched open and from the pleasure of being stretched open. He moaned as well, as his hips met your pelvis, with your walls fluttering around his cock. His thoughts were going at a thousand miles, all of them screaming at him to really, really fuck you into the mattress. But he stayed put for the sake of your enjoyment, he had promised you a good night and he was going to drag it out as much as he could for your and his enjoyment.

Still with your thumb between his lips, he began to slowly move his hips, barely pulling out before pushing back in to get you used to his girth. You gripped his bicep with your free hand, scratching down on his skin until the sting started to dissipate. You took notice of the way he held his breath as the speed began to increase, moaning and groaning when you squeezed him in.

It was dizzying, how you felt him everywhere. In your hand, with his moans vibrating on your palm; inside you as he dragged his cock, barely managing to pull out an inch before diving back in, pressing himself against you as much as he could so that he was fully settled inside your walls. Due to his cocky attitude, you didn't take him for the type of guy to be vocal. But there he was, whining louder and louder, almost uncontrollably, and that only turned you on more. The fact that you, too, were making him feel good and he was not afraid to show it.

You weren't usually this pliant and submissive, preferring to put up a little bit of a fight, managing to make guys submit to you instead as you took the lead. With Heesung, though, it was different, whether it was because was mesmerizing or because you had never felt such heightened pleasure, it was clear that he had control from the moment he got closer to you before he made his offer. And you could take control, probably, but you didn't want to. You wanted Heesung to do the work, to prove himself.

Which he was, taking on a pleasurable rhythm that had you moaning louder than him. One of his hands found the plush of your hips and gripped onto it for leverage to angle himself. The other one traveled from your chest all the way down to your clit, rubbing messy circles with his thumb, making you throw your head back into the pillows, along with a cry of his name.

The echo of his skin hitting against yours fueled him. Heesung didn't know where he should be looking at, if at your beautifully contorted face, with your eyes closed shut and your lips parted, or down, to where a white ring of your slick began to sorround the base of his cock each time he pulled out, noises growing increasingly wetter.

“You're driving me fucking insane,” he grunted.

There was no response from you, only whines of pleasure as you neared your second release. His thumb circled faster, not too hard, but enough to send all of your senses into overdrive, encouraging you to reach your climax, dying to know if you'd feel as good on his cock as you did on his fingers. And although he was dying to kiss you, he held back his urges just to see your face as you came, with your legs closing around his waist, your body slightly convulsing off the bed. It was nothing short of delightful.

You attempted to catch your breath, but heesung didn't give you time to process your intense orgasm as he flipped you onto your stomach. He pressed your cheek into the mattress and accommodated your lower half as he pleased. You were barely able to hold your ass up in the air for him, your knees weak as he entered you again. Only then did you register that you had come twice already, but had yet to see or feel a single drop from him.

“You are fucking insane,” you groaned, teary eyed.

He chuckled, movements coming to a halt. “I made you come twice and you still complain? Tsk. Greedy.” He dug his nails into your hips, making you wince. “Sorry you're tired, but it's my turn now.”

With that, his thrusts resumed, opting for a quicker, rougher pace than before, clearly turning a bit more selfish and now after his own release. The new position allowed him to reach deeper, making you press yourself back onto him to meet him halfway, chasing the sensation despite the pang of pain from having orgasmed so recently.

Heesung leaned down to bite onto your shoulder, in the pace where his tshirt wouldn't cover, making sure to engrave his teeth into your skin, hoping the next man you tried to sleep with would be turned off by the markings. He let go when you complained, kissing and licking onto it instead, whispering more soft apologies, although both of you knew that he wasn't sorry at all.

After a while his thrusts became more erratic, losing any pacing he tried to maintain. The grip on your hips was bruising, but you thought you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded in between his moans.

You reached down between your body and the matress, struggling to reach your clit as Heesung's thrusts moved and pressed you against the sheets. Your motions were slow and light despite the harsh snapping of heesung's hips, slowly building up the pressure in your lower stomach until any discomfort you felt was gone, your fingers now matching his speed, mindless of the way your cunt tightened around him almost painfully.

He didn't stop nor slow down, not even as he came. Loud moans spilled from his lips, attempting to drag out his release as much as he could. And you followed soon after, body giving out under heesung to lay flat onto the bed, breathing heavily. He spread your legs carefully to not miss the way his cum oozed out of you, dripping down onto your folds. You turned your head back as best as you could, and through the mess of hair on your face, you still caught the way he smiled to himself as he watched.

“This is video worthy,” Heesung murmured, dragging his fingers up your cunt to fuck his cum back into you. “You're gonna make me hard again.”

You squirmed away from him, kicking at his sides. “Stop it,” you whined, then whined again as he pulled his fingers out languidly, the sight so painfully naughty it almost made you ask him to fuck you again. However, you were too tired to even hold yourself up.

Heesung's whole demeanour changed, and he was back to being just him; playful and soft spoken. “Sorry,” he chuckled, the only time it sounded like he actually meant it. He hovered over you, moving your hair to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck.

It made you sigh, muscles finally relaxing, and your hearbeat now back to normal. Or sort of normal.

For the sake of the moment, you tried not to think about anything; about the fact that you just had the most intense and amazing sex with your best friend, no other. And you had to admit that you were kind of sad about the fact that it was over, and that it was probably gonna be a one time thing to protect the friendship. So you allowed yourself to be held by him, pushing any and all thoughts to the back of your mind.

“You're beautiful, you know?” he whispered against your skin.

He was making it way too hard.

“Not so bad yourself,” you mumbled jokingly. Heesung was fucking beautiful, too. “M'gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.”

“Sleep, then,” he smiled.

“Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“The dick, and the kisses.”

Heesung couldn't help but laugh, a loud but oddly comforting sound as you began to drift off.

“Anytime.”

[drabbles-mc]

I'm Not Sorry

Bob Floyd x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, dry humping, semi-public hookup

Inspired by This Text Post: i should be riding some nerd's thigh while he gropes all over my body & tells me i'm the girl of his dreams

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: i've been struggling to finish fics lately but i saw that text post a couple days ago, knew i wanted to write about it for Bob, and then BAM this all fell outta me tonight. unbeta'd to the max but Bob Floyd deserves to fuck so time was of the essence 😌

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If you wanted to be dramatic, you could say that you and Bob had been playing a very coy game of cat and mouse for months. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. A majority of the time that you spent with each other was work-related. It was usually work related, and there was almost always other people around. The closest the two of you got to having time alone was when all of you went out together and everyone else got distracted with pool or darts or each other. So while it might’ve been months according to the calendar, it wasn’t really quite that drastic.

Still, though, you tried to make the most out of the time that the two of you got to have.

It was easy, especially at first, to get a rise out of him, to get his cheeks to flush pink, to get him tripping over his words. A seemingly accidental touch, a well-timed innuendo or wink—that’s all it really took. You didn’t say anything about it but you noticed each time his gaze would break, eyes flickering down from yours to your mouth anytime your teeth dragged along your bottom lip. It never took much with him and for a while you just chalked it up to the fact that he was sweet and shy and a little awkward, that anyone flirting with him like that would get that reaction out of him. It wasn’t until you saw him perfectly unfazed at The Hard Deck one night when a girl at the bar was all but falling into his lap that you realized it wasn’t a Bob thing. It was a you thing. Once you realized that, it was all bets off.

There had been more than one occasion when thanks to your subtly wandering hands Bob nearly spat his drink out across the bar or dropped the bottle from his hand completely. You were able to keep a straight face and play it off, and every now and then Bob was able to recover with some grace, but there had been a time or two when he’d caught a few odd looks from the rest of the crew. It was easy enough to wave them off and they’d let it drop, but the second his focus was back on you, you could tell that he was working overtime to stay on the right side of self-control. All you could do was smile and try to carry on like nothing had happened.

Truthfully, it had gotten to a point where you had almost just resigned yourself to this being what it was going to be like with you and Bob. You were trying to accept that this limbo, this knowing that you wanted him and he wanted you but neither of you really found the time to do much of anything about it, was as good as it was going to get. A never-ending chase, a game with no winners.

“Alright,” you said as you hopped off your barstool, “I gotta head out.”

“Why?” Rooster asked, sounding as though he couldn’t fathom why anyone would want or need to be anywhere else on a Friday night.

You laughed as you dug your wallet out, taking out a few bills to close out your tab and then some. “Some of us have shit to do in the morning, Bradshaw.”

He laughed and gave you a mock disbelieving look. “I don’t think so.”

Raising your eyebrows, you turned your head to face him. “You wanna close out my tab, then? Sounds like you might wanna close out my tab.”

He threw his hands up in surrender. “Forget it—see you Monday.”

You laughed a little harder at that. “That’s what I thought.”

It didn’t seem like your departure disturbed the flow too much, everyone falling back into their previous conversations as you made your way to the bar to square up your tab. You didn’t even bother looking back as you made your way to the door of the bar. By the time your feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot, you were already fishing your keys out of your bag.

Once you were a few strides away from the bar and the clamor of noise coming from inside died down, all you heard was the sound of your own footsteps, and the ocean not too far off. It was peaceful until you heard someone else’s footsteps behind you. The sound alone wouldn’t usually have been strange. Someone else deciding to leave the bar at the same time as you wasn’t a weird occurrence. What made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, however, was the fact that the footsteps were getting quicker and closer. You felt your jaw clenching, positioning your keys between your fingers the way you’d always been taught. You were only a few steps away from your car now but you still found yourself taking a deep breath, getting ready to turn around and see whoever it was that was behind you. You were about to turn and brace for impact when you heard Bob’s voice calling out your name, a little breathless, and very rushed.

Turning around and seeing him, some of the tension disappeared. You huffed, shoulders dropping. “Jesus, Bob.”

There was an apologetic smile on his face as he realized what had just happened. “Sorry.”

Shaking your head, you slipped your keys so that you were holding them in your hand normally again. You managed to laugh at the potential worst case scenario versus the reality of the situation. “Another step without saying my name and I think we both would’ve been sorry.”

He stepped in a little closer to you as he nodded towards your car. “Just wanted to walk you to your car.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled as you turned and started the last few steps across the lot with him. “You know, walking me out to my car is much more chivalrous and much less creepy when you tell me you’re going to do it.”

There was a smirk on his face as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Guess I’ll have to remember that next time.”

Silence took over the space between you, and while it was comfortable enough, you couldn’t help but to feel like there was more to it, something in the air. Hitting the unlock button on your keys, the lights of your car flashed once. You looked at Bob, then at your car, and then back to Bob. “Well,” you chuckled, “thank you for the company on this long, treacherous journey.” You reached for the handle on the driver’s door. “Hope we can do it aga—”

Bob cut your sentence short when he placed one hand on top of yours on the door handle, keeping you from opening it. Before you could jump to another sentence and ask him what he was doing, his other hand was pressing against the small of your back and pulling you into him so that he could press his lips to yours in a kiss that was intense and nervous all at once.

It lasted just long enough for you to realize what was happening and how good it felt and then he pulled away. Going off the way his eyes were wider than you’d ever seen them, he was just as surprised at himself as you were. Despite the shock all over his face, he didn’t take his hand off your back, although the one that was covering yours on the door dropped back to his side.

“Sor—I’m sorry,” he finally forced out. “I’m…” he trailed off as he looked at you, tongue darting out over his bottom lip.

Another second passed in heavy silence, and when you didn’t try to break free of him, didn’t try to push him away, he let the rest of his sentence die on the tip of his tongue as he kissed you again. You could feel the way that he was more confident this time, the warmth of his palm bleeding through the thin fabric of your tank top as he pressed you against him.

You brought your hands up so that they were resting in the crook of where his neck met his shoulder. One slid up, thumb beneath his jaw as he deepened the kiss. It was all you could do to not ball up the cotton of his t-shirt in your fist, put it in a vice grip so that he couldn’t try to get away. However once you felt the way his tongue pushed into your mouth, and the way he used his body to pin you between him and the side of the car, it became clear that he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

He had one hand still on your back, one hand braced against the side of your car. It was the first time it ever seemed like he was crowding you, like he was trying to make you seem small. You didn’t mind it. With the way he was kissing you, you were fairly certain you wouldn’t mind anything.

The next time the two of you came up for air, he didn’t pull far enough away for you to really see him. You were just far enough apart for your lips not to be touching, but you could still feel the side of his nose pressed against yours. You could still feel his breath against your skin. The two of you were pressed so tight against each other that you could’ve sworn you could feel the way his heart was about to beat clean out of his chest.

“Shit,” the word fell from his lips in a whisper, followed by an equally soft laugh. His lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “I’m…I’m not sorry.”

You laughed at that, couldn’t help yourself do to anything but. “Good.” Your hand slid from his jaw to the back of his head. “You shouldn’t be.” Kissing him again, you let your teeth pull lightly at his bottom lip as you pulled away. “Only thing you need to be sorry for is taking so long.”

He smiled and shook his head. If the lighting had been better you were sure that you would see a blush all across his cheeks and down his neck. You’d have to settle for the mental image of it. “Didn’t see you chasing me down across any parking lots for a kiss before this either,” he rebutted with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

The humor died down out of his voice as he said, “You know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?”

You nodded, noses brushing against each other. The bridge of his glasses bumped against your forehead for a split second in the process. “I’ve got a pretty good idea, yeah.”

Your bodies were pressed together so tightly that you felt it when he sucked in a quick breath. There were a million things that he wanted to say to you and he couldn’t make himself say any of them in that moment. He had his hand on your back and the taste of your kiss on his lips and yet none of the things he’d been thinking over the passing months were making it out.

The feeling of your fingers toying with the longer strands of his hair centered him enough for him to smile as he said, “At least you know that. I—oh—” He fumbled his way out of the sentence when he felt your lips on his neck.

“Bob?” you said, lips brushing against the column of his throat as you spoke.

“Y-yeah?” he stammered out, and you could feel the vibrations against your lips as he talked.

Taking one hand off of him, you reached and pulled on the handle to the back door of your car. You kissed him again, pushing both of you off the side of the car in the process. “Get in the car.”

He was far enough away that you could see the shocked look on his face. “What?”

You placed your hands on his sides, switching your positions so that he was closer to the car than you. “Car.” You kissed him. “Back seat.” Another kiss. “Now.”

“Now?” He looked around the parking lot. Full of cars but completely devoid of people. “Here?”

You laughed as you pushed him farther back, causing him to duck slightly as he went backwards into the car. “Preferably, yeah.”

“I don’t—whoa,” he fell back across your back seat, managing to brace himself on his forearms.

You shimmied in after him. Pulling the door shut behind you, you climbed on top of him, one leg between his, the other pinned between the outside of his leg and the back seat. It was close quarters, but you weren’t exactly looking to put any distance between the two of you.

Your hands landed on his shoulders, fingers curling over the curve of them as you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Whatever reservations he’d had about your current location disappeared almost immediately once your lips caught his. His hands were on your hips for a moment. You could feel the way he tightened his grip even through the denim of your shorts. Your lips and his met over and over, each reconnection making him a little bolder.

He managed to get his thoughts together just enough to pry one hand from your hip so that he could reach up and take his glasses off. He all but tossed them up and onto the center console between the driver and passenger seats. You were smiling and about to make a comment about the action but you didn’t get the chance. He brought his hand back to you, starting off on the soft, exposed skin of your thigh. His touch was soft at first, but quickly started to change. His fingers dragged up your leg before slipping past the bottom hem of your shorts.

Your pleased gasp of surprise when you felt the pads of his fingertips over the lace of your panties was quickly smothered as he pulled your lips back to his again. His grip on your ass tightened, pushing you down harder onto his thigh and causing you to moan into his mouth.

For a split second you couldn’t believe it. All this time and Bob hadn’t been able to make a move, couldn’t believe that you wanted to fool around in the back seat of your car—that same man was now grinding you down against his thigh in a way that had you wet and clenching around nothing.

You broke the kiss to catch your breath, muttering out a quiet, needy, “Fuck,” as you continued to move along the top of his leg.

When you pulled back enough to see him, you saw the way that he was watching the movement of your hips. He didn’t take his eyes off of you, felt like he physically couldn’t tear himself away from the sight. His hold on you loosened as you found your own rhythm. A tiny whimper slipped past your lips, the sound involuntary as you savored the friction. The sound made his gaze snap back up to your face, and when he saw the want and desperation etched into your expression he thought that he was going to melt into a puddle right there on your back seat. What a way to go.

He pulled you back down into another kiss, your bodies flush practically from head to toe. Even as you continued to move against his thigh, you could feel the way he was shifting slightly, trying to get in the most comfortable position as he felt himself growing more and more aroused with each passing second. He didn’t let you pull away, though, didn’t let you put any distance between you. With you pinning his leg to the seat, Bob let his hands wander up underneath he fabric of your shirt. Suddenly it was like you felt his hands everywhere—your back, your sides, your chest. He slipped them down past the waistband of your shorts and underwear, fingers kneading the flesh of your ass in a way that with everything else had your legs starting to shake.

Bob could feel it, too. He could feel the increased sense of urgency in your movements, the way you were chasing after something and you almost had it. He was half-expecting to be woken up and find out that this was all just a dream. But not even his dreams had been this good, felt this good.

He dragged his lips off of yours, trailing them along your jaw instead. He left a string of sloppy, desperate kisses in his wake until his lips were beside your ear. One of his hands crept up your back, palm and fingertips scorching your skin in the best way.

“I meant it, you know,” his whisper came out lower than you’d ever heard, a tiny hint of a tremor to it, “when I said I’ve been wanting this—you.” He kissed below your ear, feeling the shaky breath you let out at that, at his words. “But even when I thought about it,” he kissed your jaw, “or dreamed about you,” he kissed your neck, “it wasn’t—shit—it wasn’t anything compared to this.”

Fighting the urge to bury yourself into the crook of his neck at his words, you pulled your head back. You cupped his jaw roughly in one hand and crashed your lips against his. His arms slithered around you and wrapped you tightly against him. He could still feel the slight shake in your legs.

“Bob—”

He stole another quick kiss. “I’d wait all over again for this.”

You could hear it in his voice how genuine he was being. You tried not to let yourself get distracted by his still-wandering hands, or his erection that you could still feel through his jeans. You tried to start your sentence again. “Bob, I—”

“Let me—”

“Come home with me,” you cut him off right back this time, deciding to just get to the point of what you were trying to say.

Confusion flashed across his face for a quick moment. “What?”

“Come back to my place.”

“I thought—”

“I wanna do this.” You sat up enough so that you could drag your fingertips down over his chest and stomach, even doing it over the fabric of his shirt had him starting to squirm with want. “But I’d rather do it somewhere where I don’t have to worry about smacking my head off the ceiling if I sit up all the way.”

The statement got both of you to laugh. “That’s fair.” He paused, a smirk on his face as he said, “Car was your idea, though.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m feeling a little impatient. Sue me.”

He pulled you into another kiss, one that every time you thought it was over he’d pull you back in all over again. As much as you wanted to get him back to your apartment and laid out on your bed, you also knew that you’d spend as much time as he wanted to doing exactly what you were doing right now. Anything to keep him this close now that you had him there.

When he released you from the kiss, he looked up at you with that same smile, that same slightly dazed look to in his eyes. Like he couldn’t believe this was happening. You couldn’t really believe it either. You couldn’t believe that any of it was happening at all, but you were also having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that Bob Floyd, the same man who could barely make eye contact with you at the bar the first time you all went out together, was the same man who looked like he was about to try and strategize how to best make use of your back seat so he wouldn’t have to wait to get back to your apartment.

“I live less than ten minutes from here,” you said, already knowing what he was going to say.

His hands moved around to the front of you, fingers just barely curled over into the front of your waistband. You pretended not to notice the way he was toying with the button of your shorts. “Thought you had things to do tomorrow?”

You laughed, leaning in and kissing him. “I still do. Now they’re just,” you ran your hand lightly over the crotch of his jeans, enough pressure to get him to buck into you, “different things.” You giggled quietly at the purposeful breath he sucked in. Reaching over, you grabbed his glasses for him. “C’mon. You can ride shotgun.”

He propped himself up by his forearms again as you untangled yourself from him. “What if—”

You couldn’t help but to laugh as you stopped his sentence short. “Little late to get shy now.”

He smiled, face starting to turn red. “Right.”

The only thing that passed between the two of you were knowing looks and soft laughter as you scrambled out and into the front seats of the car. It wasn’t until you were pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road that you spoke up again, trying not to be too distracted by Bob’s hand creeping higher and higher up on your thigh.

“So,” you looked over at him for a second before returning your attention to the road, “you dreamt about me?”

His head dropped back against the headrest and you couldn’t help but to laugh at his faux exasperation. He gave your thigh a squeeze. You were expecting a joke, one of the witty little comebacks that he had a way of finding in the right moments, but instead he let himself be serious as he said, “Yeah, I did.”

The three words hung in the air between you, and you felt the butterflies that you’d been too busy to feel before in the heat and the rush of everything else. You could feel the way that Bob was looking at you while you looked at the road.

“How much longer?” he asked.

You laughed, sparing him a glance. “Six minutes, tops.”

He nodded, fingertips grazing up and down your thigh, goosebumps breaking out over your skin despite how warm your car was with its still-fogged-up windows. “Six minutes.”

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me: 5 Years Later (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I usually don't post this late (Pfft Late. Its like 9pm.) But I'm going to because I can. Idk why I've been attached to these weirdos as of late so I wanted to write a little thing. Please enjoy <3

Warnings: Daddy Steve/Sir(Master) Eddie & Sub Fem Plus size reader, SMUT, smacking, light dirty talk, DP, very light degrading, semi public (no ones there), light spanking, light choking. FLUFF, mentions of steddie and Y/N with their kiddos.

ANGST, the boys travel a lot for work and Y/N feels lonely. Mentions of her missing them and how she sees it affecting the kids. She struggles to voice her concerns because she knows they work hard. Mentions of feeling unappreciated, mentions of some insecurities (Y/N briefly mentions how her body doesn't look how it did before they had kids; also brief talk about feeling like a burden.) Y/N does kinda disappear but not like the times before. She's trying to get their attention.

Word Count: 6447

Series Here/Donate to me <3

1999

You sigh lightly under your breath before smiling at the sound of your ten and soon to be six-year-old playing in the pool outside. 

The cold weather had begun to dissipate with spring just around the corner which meant it was about time for that feature of your two-story home to be utilized. After putting your things down, you quietly watched by the back door as your kids laughed at each other’s antics. 

Molly was an incredibly smart girl who exceled in almost all of her classes. Like you, she decided to play basketball and was actually pretty good at it, winning trophies that you displayed in the living room next to the pictures of her fathers embarrassing her while she showed off her triumph for the camera. 

Steve rarely if ever missed a game, cheering her on enthusiastically from the sidelines, clapping his hands and shouting her name even while still wearing his suit after his long workday at the office with Robin. 

“That’s my girl! You got this, Mol! Don’t let them pass on you!”, he shouted extatically before placing his hands on his hips as he watched her play. 

Because of their experience with you, both men would visibly panic if she got hurt on the court, sometimes even running to her to make sure she wasn’t hurt. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?”, Eddie asked kneeling down to pet her head. 

“I’m ok, dad. I just tripped.”, she giggled, taking the hand he offered her to help her get to her feet. 

Steve dusted her off while the metalhead checked her over to make sure she genuinely was alright. 

“Gentlemen, we’re going to need you to sit back down.”, the referee instructed. 

“Excuse me while I make sure my daughter is ok! What did she even trip over? It’s your job to—”

“Ok, ok, guys. Come on.”, you coo softly as you grab both their arms to tug them back to the stands, turning to wink at Molly who chuckled at her dad’s overprotective nature.

Eddie did his best to be there at as many events as he could but struggled when he was on tour or promoting Corroded Coffin’s new album. Ozzy seemed to gravitate towards music as well even at his young age having you constantly finding him fiddling with one of his father’s guitars. At his preschool, his teachers always told you they found him in the corner strumming the tiny ukulele like it was an electric guitar. 

Your son gasps as he tears open his wrapping paper on Christmas morning to find a guitar that was just his size. 

“Mama! Is this for me?”

“No, we just thought we’d mess with you before I use it on tour.”

You narrow your eyes Eddie’s way as you playfully hit his arm. 

“Yes, baby, that’s all yours.”

You were thankful that neither man never missed a holiday given how busy all three of you were but where your schedule was consistent as a teacher, theirs moved all over the place. While Eddie was dealing with things band related, Steve and Robin traveled from place to place either looking for new investors or providing support with their non-profit. Their office and the rockstar’s label were both in Indianapolis where you moved to have more space for your growing family but you missed them terribly every time they were away especially when they were gone at the same time.

“Mommy!”, your son shouted as he waved his little hand in your direction. 

Beaming wide, you stepped outside where your best friend was sitting along the edge of the pool as designated babysitter. 

The first few months after your move were rough because your family and Wayne were no longer close by so when Masie and her boyfriend moved to your town, you were so elated. Since her designer business was run mostly through her home, she offered to watch the kids until you or one of the boys got off work. 

“Hey Oz. Are you two having fun with Aunt Maze?”

“Yeah! She won’t swim with us though.”, Molly jokes, selling out her aunt.

“Look, I’m here to tan not be a mermaid.”, she replies regally as if she’s royalty. “How was your day?”

“It was good.”

Your best friend narrows her eyes skeptically over her sun glasses and yanks on your wrist so you can sit beside her. 

“Don’t act like I haven’t known you since kindergarten and can read you like a book. What’s going on?”

  She waits patiently while your eyes flick to your children who were now once again preoccupied playing in the water. 

“I don’t know why but this whole long-distance thing has been really hard lately. I miss them both so much.”

“Have you talked to them about it?”

“I can’t do that, Maze. This is their careers. What? Am I going to ask Eddie to give up touring and Steve to not talk help those kids with what that do?”

“No but, sweetie, it’s not selfish to ask for more time with your husbands.”

You grin at the title still loving the sound even after all these years. For your ten-year anniversary, the rockstar surprised you and his friend with a trip to a tattoo parlor to get a more permanent ring inked on your fingers just above the rings they bought you and each other. 

“Oh, don’t be a baby, Harrington.”, Eddie teased as he watched Steve close his eyes and wince. “After this you’re going to want more, right sweetheart?”

You giggle from your spot in the chair knowing he was right. You yourself had surprised them with their initials on your chest near your heart a few years earlier. 

In casual conversation, they referred to you as their wife especially the rockstar who let it flow freely from his mouth during interviews and corrected anyone who said otherwise. 

“We’re here with Corroded Coffin guitarist Eddie Munson on Total Request Live. How are you, man? How’s the girlfriend?”

Eddie chuckles sassily as he places his palm on the man’s shoulder.

“Wife, Carson. I’ve known and been in love with Y/N since our junior year of high school. Come on, dude. I shouldn’t have to remind you every time.”

Steve had actually turned down an investor not only because he referred to you incorrectly but disrespected you as well. 

“Wife…Yeah, alright, Mr. Harrington, I’ll indulge your little fantasy.”

“It’s not a fantasy, sir. She’s the mother of our children, she saved both our lives, and we love her. Y/N is our wife.”

“Hm, ok, sure. Whatever you say.”

Steve sighed as he smirked and rose to his feet. 

“Come on, Robin. We’ll look elsewhere.”

“Mr. Harrington, be reasonable!”

“Honestly, sir, our entire non-profit is about taking care of children and people who have been bullied, demeaned, and cast aside by society or their parents because of who they love. We protect them from people who mock them or are dismissive of who they are and who they love. People like you, Mr. York. Thank you for your time.”

“Just talk to them, Y/N. When are they coming home?”

“Tomorrow. Eddie’s flight connects to where Steve is so they will both board there and come home together.”

##############

“I don’t see them, mom.”, your daughter whines as she pushes up on her toes to search over people’s heads. 

“They’ll be here, babe. The lady said their flight had a bit of a delay so it may take a bit more time.”

After a couple more minutes, a hat came into view you immediately recognized as the one Eddie wore so he wouldn’t be easily recognized walking side by side with a fluffy head of hair that could only belong to Steve Harrington. 

“Is that them?”, you ask as you point towards the figures walking down the hall and as soon as Molly confirms she sprints towards with her brother close behind. 

“Hey…hey guys.”, Steve greets in a gravelly voice filled with sleep deprivation as he lifts his daughter off her feet to hug her tightly to his chest while an equally tired Eddie bends down to pick up Ozzy. “Oh my God. We missed you so much.”

“Hey sweetheart.”, the rockstar whispers as they switch kids and he presses her head to his shoulder. “You definitely got some sun yesterday.”

“We, we went swimming yesterday cause Aunt Maze said it was ok cause it wasn’t so cold.”, your son declared making the pretty boy smile as he tried to place him on his feet. “No, dada!”

“I know, buddy, but I want to give mommy a hug to.”

“Ah too late.”, Eddie jokes as he wraps one arm around you and pulls you into his embrace. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You smiled as you craned your neck to kiss his lips before leaning over to do the same with Steve as he wrapped his arm around your neck. 

***

You kept your arm looped through Eddie’s as you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his smell that you missed so much. 

“This is amazing, honey, and you made this all by yourself?”, Steve inquired as he took another bite of the spaghetti on his plate.

“No.”, she giggled, blushing at his praise. “Mom and Ozzy helped me. We’ve been talking about me taking some cooking classes over the summer though.”

“Yeah, then Robin can hire you as her personal chef since she hates using the stove.”, the rockstar joked making his son cackle with the same wide smile that mirrored his own. “What about you, Oz? Taking a carpentry class so you can build us stuff we don’t have to pay for?”

“Noooo. T-This summer I’m going to play Spyro on the PlayStation with you daddy.”

Eddie beamed with pride at the notion that his son wanted to spend so much time with him. Both men loved being fathers and were grateful for every moment they got to spend with them. 

Steve absolutely adored reading with Ozzy and while on trips would call him on the phone so he could hear him read out loud. 

“The princess…sc-screamed in t-t-ter…”

“Terror.”, you help as he looks at you with wide, expectant eyes.

“…terror when the witch apurd…”

“Close, bud. Appeared.”, Steve guided as he continued to follow along with his own copy of the book he bought before he left. 

“…appeared but suddenly the kite…”

“Knight, baby.”

“That’s fair, Oz, but remember the K is silent. You got the sound for the I-G-H-T right though.”

One night when Molly was eight, the school was having a father daughter dance and she was utterly devasted both of her father’s weren’t allowed to come with the school claiming only one parent could go. Mirroring what they did for your prom, you took her dress shopping insisting she wear it home. 

When she walked through the door, the lights were low and some soft music was playing on the stereo. Above the fireplace was a banner that read “Daddy/Daughter Dance” with both boys standing underneath it in their suits. 

“May I have this dance?”, Eddie asked as he offered her his palm which she eagerly took before Steve did the same with you as you watched them sway. 

The rockstar lifted her by her hands so her feet were on his and she laughed as he led while trying to make sure they both didn’t stumble.

“You look gorgeous, princess.”

She beams as she wraps her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly to her. 

“I love you, dad.”

“Alright, freaks, get out of here so we can talk to mommy.”, Steve instructed. “We’ll do the dishes, sweetie. You guys just go watch some tv.”

Once they were out of earshot, the pretty boy shifted his gaze back towards you both to find his friend smirking as you nuzzled your face deeper into his bicep. 

“Everything ok, baby?”

“Yeah, I just miss you guys so much but it hurts even more when you’re both gone.”, you whisper trying to control the urge to cry. 

“I know, sweetheart.”, Eddie sighs as he lifts his arm to pull you closer to his side. “We talked with our agent and supposedly we won’t be traveling for a while so I’ll be here.”

“Robin and I don’t have any meetings coming up any time soon so I’ll be here as well.”, Steve cooed before getting up to sit on your side of the table. “I know, baby girl. I hope you know we appreciate everything you do and how supportive you’ve been when it comes to all this.”

You softly smile his way as silently nod. 

This isn’t normal for you but they both know how hard it is for you when they are away so both men let it go. 

***

That night you stared at the men you loved, running your nails down Steve’s back while playing with Eddie’s hair, as your mind went into overdrive which was nothing new for you. Being a full-time teacher and full-time parent wasn’t easy for anyone. Thankfully thanks to Eddie and Steve’s careers, money wasn’t something you needed to worry about but trying to make sure your kids had everything else they needed filled your mind. 

You desperately needed Daddy and Master but you had zero idea how to ask for them. You knew they were busy working around the clock to achieve their goals they worked so hard for and quite frankly you didn’t want to be a bother. 

“That I’m a burden damage.”, Eddie’s voice echoed in your brain. 

You knew Maze was right; if you just talked to them and told them how you felt everything would be ok but the little subby girl inside you kind of wanted them to take notice without you having to tell them what you need. 

“No, no, no. That’s selfish and not fair to them.”

“Eddie…Steve…”, you whispered, gently shaking their shoulders to no avail. Something inside your chest cracked as a few tears began to involuntarily fall. “Daddy…Sir…please…”

“Hmmm…what-what’s going on? Baby, are you crying?”

At his friend’s question, the metalhead promptly pushed up on his elbow to scan your features. 

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did you have a nightmare?”

“I…miss you w-w-when…you’re away.” As you really began to sob, both men sat up, bringing you with them before Steve reached beside him to turn on the bedside lamp. “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, honey, it’s alright. Calm down and talk when you’re ready.”

They’re kindness was hitting your heart in the best way making you cry harder while the boys exchanged a worried glance. 

“I’m sorry…I don’t know why I’m acting like this…”, you breathily laugh at your expense. “I just… when you’re both gone I miss you so much and I feel like these trips are coming closer together… I get worried that this will be the trip that you miss something important with Molly or Oz. I know how much being alone hurt you, Steve, when your parents were gone.”

“Then…I miss…us. I miss hanging out with you two and talking to you about everything without a phone being in the way. I miss Daddy and Master. It’s been over a year since we played like that. I’m scared—”

“Ok, sweetheart, breathe.”, Eddie tries to comfort as he scoots closer to you and continues running his palm along your head. “How long have you been feeling all this?”

“A while. I know you guys are working and I can’t ask you to give that up—”

“But that’s not what you’re asking for right, honey?”, Steve inquires, wiping your eyes with the tissue he retrieved. “You’re asking for time.”

You aggressively nod your head and both men can’t help but chuckle. 

“We understand, Y/N. I love, LOVE, being on stage and playing my guitar especially after everything we went through to get here but in our tour bus or hotel, I’ll pull out pictures of you guys and keep them by side.” Pausing, he grabs his wallet and pulls out the little laminate where he keeps his photos. “I always have these on me.”

You smile at the images of him holding baby Molly and Ozzy. There’s another of you in your wedding dress at the reception you planned for them and another with the three of you at your makeshift prom with them kissing your cheeks as you grinned. 

“Ah you bastard. You took the prom one.”, Steve teases, taking out his wallet to hand you his own set. “These are the ones I carry.”

His first two are the same except with him holding his children but the one he has of you is from New York where you posed in your dress in front of the theater at the play you went see with your arms open wide towards the sky. Behind that was the picture you had taken when they took you to the beach for the first time almost 15 years ago. 

“Which ones do you carry with you?”, the pretty boy asked just as Eddie came back to bed from collecting your own wallet from your purse. 

Steve beamed at the newborn photos they took of your kids that day they were born along with one you had of him holding Molly as she blew out her candles on her cake at her first birthday. The rockstar smiled and kissed your temple at the image you snapped of him and a two-year-old Ozzy sitting on the floor while he strummed his guitar. 

They weren’t surprised when you flashed the photos they had found in your room when they went to get your things after your parents kicked you out senior year; Eddie asleep after the Dio concert and Steve kissing your cheek after a date. The last picture was from prom night as well except it was the one they took right before it started to rain with Steve holding the camera high in the air to get all 3 of you.

“I love being able to save all these kids and traveling with Robin but, baby, I wouldn’t even be doing it if it wasn’t for you. You inspired me to be a better man and those kids are my everything. If you need us here more, honey, then we can do that.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, and I know it’s been a while since we got to play but remember what you told me, sweetheart, at Molly’s baby shower?”

“Those titles never go away even when I’m saying your name.”

“Good girl.”, Eddie praises comforting you immediately. “Maybe, the three of us can go on vacation…like a second honeymoon or something. I know Wayne wouldn’t mind watching them.”

“I’d like that.”

Their smiles widen as they pull you back under the covers and hold you to them as you drift off to sleep. 

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You were angry.

Both men said they wouldn’t be traveling anytime soon yet neither had been home that much the last couple of weeks. Eddie had suggested planning a vacation but nothing had been set in motion and you were getting antsy. 

Grabbing your children, you left a note and headed back to Hawkins. 

“Gran-ma!”

“Hey, Oz. How’s my little man?”, your mom cooed as she lifted him into her arm while your father hugged Molly.

“Are the guys coming later on?”

“Most likely not.”, you growled causing your parents to exchange a look. 

“Well, I was about to watch that movie about the volcano that destroys the town on tv. Wanna watch it with me?”

You son cackles almost devilishly while his sister nods and your dad shakes his head with a smile following them to the living room. 

“Ok, talk to me, sweetie. What’s going on?”

You sigh as you sit with your mom at the dining room table and tell her your woes. She listens patiently occasionally nodding her head while allowing you to finish. 

“I can see why you’re upset but why don’t you talk to them?”

“I tried, mama, and look where that got me.”

The phone in their kitchen blares but for some reason it feels louder than normal as if scolding you to answer. 

“Hello?” Your mother listens to the person on the other end before her eyes flick your way. “It’s Edward.”

“I’m not here right now.”

“Y/N, come speak to the man you love.”, she scolds eliciting an eye roll from you as you get up and take the receiver from her grasp. 

“Eddie.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”, he asks with an edge as if he’s trying to control his temper. “How dare you take them out of town without fucking telling us.”

“I’m surprised you noticed. You two have barely been home.”

“We’ve been working, Y/N. When we talked, you said that’s not what you were asking us to stop doing.”

“You’re right. I was asking for time which I or the kids have yet to receive. You promised me!”

“So what, little girl? You thought you’d just punish us by disappearing to Hawkins for the weekend?”

“I didn’t disappear. I left a note.”

The chuckle that left him paired with the soft echo of Steve’s beside him had a pleasurable chill running down your spine. 

“Is that really the game you want to play right now, Y/N? You think semantics are going to save you from the punishment you’re going to get for what you just did?”

“I’m not afraid you or Steven, Edward. Daddy and Master are gone and you both are too fucking busy for us so who cares.”

“You think Daddy and Master are gone? Oh, baby.”, he laughs. “Trust me, they’ve been right here watching and taking in everything their little whore does. It’s been a while since she’s needed to be put in her place.”

“Hm. Well, she’s been practically screaming for your attention but you never seemed to notice that.”

“You wanted our attention, babe, you got it.”

“Yeah and with how things have been you won’t fucking do anything so I’m not scared. I have to go. We’ll be home by Sunday.”

“Don’t hang up that phone, Y/N Y/L/N. We are not done here.”

“Yes, we are.”

***

You told your parents after your kids went to bed you were going to go for a little walk. To no surprise, your feet ended up taking you back to Hawkins High. 

You dragged your feet through the parking lot where Carol had spray painted your car and in return you punched her. Steve shouted at them to leave you alone almost getting into a fight himself. Your fingers grazed the lockers as you heard yourself telling your tormentor she had no ass; the act landing you in detention where your life was forever changed. 

Part of you expected to find them waiting in the classroom you met them in and your heart broke when they weren’t. You sat on the teacher’s desk as your eyes ran along the entirety of the room, sifting through memories good and bad. You could still feel Steve’s intense stare as he watched you talk to his friend and Eddie’s even stronger personality as he tried to get you to talk. 

Laying back flat, you could still see the metalhead’s belt buckle in your peripheral before he knelt down to talk to you in that husky tone that drove you crazy. Shifting your gaze to the ceiling you could still feel Steve’s fingers digging into your hips and the taste of his lips when you surged forward to kiss him. 

As the feelings began to overwhelm you, you slid off the furniture and continued your journey around the school, passing the lunchroom where you smiled at the memory of Eddie on top of the table telling the students you were theirs. Finding the stage in the theater, you sat in the same spot the three of you had sat in while you were painting. 

The first time Steve threatened to spank you making a heat rise in your bones you had never experienced before. Five years later, you would have your roleplay here making you cum harder than you ever had.

After a while, you knew you needed to get back home but on your way out, you noticed the gym remembering where you became jealous and threw a basketball at where they were in the stands. You entered the girl’s locker room and leaned against the lockers where you felt Eddie for the first time. When they were done, they took you to the showers where you talked about Stephen King and they invited you to dinner. 

Sighing, tears began to fill your eyes and you hastily dried them as you powerwalked back to the gym. 

“It’s kind of amazing how in almost 15 years this school has yet to get better security.” Eddie’s voice startled you as you squeaked, your gaze finding theirs from their place on the bleachers. “Or at least a fucking lock.”

The metalhead rises to his feet and his shoes bang loudly against the wood as he makes his way to the floor. 

“It’s also amazing how in that time some of your habits haven’t changed, little girl. Running away, hanging up on me, coming here…you not listening.”

“YOU not listening.”, you hissed his way. “You said you appreciate everything I do but you have no idea what that actually entails.”

“I see we’re doing this the hard way. Steve.” 

The man himself silently stomps down the bleachers and strides towards you before reaching for your forearm. You try to fight back, pushing at his chest but he’s much stronger, lifting you off your feet and slamming you down against the hardwood.

Keeping one palm firmly on your throat, he utilizes the other to pull down your sweatpants and underwear but when your hand flies, hitting him across the face, he raises his own to do the same. 

“I told you this isn’t a game you wanted to play.”, Eddie sneered leaning down with his palms on his knees beside you where you and Steve were glaring at each other. “Now, where were we during our phone call. Ah yes, you said Daddy and Master are gone and we’re too fucking busy is that right?”

“Yes.”

Again, Steve’s palm rears back and smacks you hard across the face. 

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, SIR!”

This time when his hand connects with your cheek, you moan at the sensation. 

“Yes, Sir.”, you answer with zero sarcasm. 

“I told you, little girl. Daddy and Master are always watching and taking note. They fucking notice how hard you work when we’re out of town. How you and Maze work together to get things done.”

“We hear how much you all miss us when we call.”, Steve added. “And we feel how lonely you get when we can’t fall asleep with you. We feel it to.”

When your eyes roll, Eddie kneels down and replaces his friend’s hand around your throat.

“Do we need to use the fucking belt, Y/N!? Has it really been that long?!”

“You don’t understand!”

“Then help us to!”

Your bare feet push the pretty boy off you and even as the metalhead tightens his grip, you manage to flip him over on to his back where you straddle his waist.

“Molly started reading Lord of the Rings because she knows you like it, Sir. Sometimes she waits up hoping to talk to you more about it but by the time you come home from the label she’s already in bed.” Eddie blinks as he rests his hands on your hips while you turn your attention to Steve. “Ozzy has been practicing his swim time and wants to try out next year for the community team. He asks if when you’re not busy with Aunt Robin if you could give him some pointers, Daddy, but your never home in time.”

“They tell me they don’t care because ‘Dad and Dada’ are singing or saving people but I care. I care that I see that sad look on their faces when you’re not there. I care that they get their hopes up and you disappoint them! Just because you’re home doesn’t mean your home!”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

Eddie sits up and firmly pinches your cheeks with his fingers. 

“I know you know what he’s asking, Y/N. Don’t play coy. What about you?”

Your head starts to hang but his grip won’t allow it. 

“We…we’ve spent almost everyday together since senior year when our parents kicked us out and we moved in with you and Wayne. After your careers took off i-it was hard but you both made up for it, taking us on vacations or just being home more in general. These p-p-past couple of years…you’re just…gone.”

“Sweetheart.”, the rockstar coos as he pets your head and dries your eyes. 

“I don’t care about dates, gifts, or any superficial stuff like that when it comes to me. When you aren’t there to hold me at night, Sir, I feel so alone. I miss your smell and the way your lips feel against mine.”

Guiding you with his hands, he brought your mouth to his and you reveled in the taste. 

“What else, baby, tell us.”

“I miss choking on your cock while Daddy’s tongue plays with my pussy—”

Steve’s hands yanking you down Eddie’s frame has a smirk flickering across your lips as he positions you on all fours over his friend’s waist. You make quick work of the metalhead’s belt as he lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants allowing his dick to spring free. 

As soon as your mouth enveloped him, one of the former jock’s palms held on to your lower back as he utilized his other to allow his fingers to slide into your entrance while his tongue flicked along your clit. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I missed this to.”, Eddie groans as his fingers run through your hair. “W-When I jerk off in our hotel room before I crash, I see those big, beautiful eyes looking—shit—looking up me while your mouth is full.”

You gag as your throat constricts around him and his head falls back against the hardwood as he grunts in pleasure. Your lips come off him with a smack as a string of drool follows you and you continue to pump him with your hand as you whimper at the feeling of the man’s motions behind you. 

“P-Please, Daddy. It feels so good!”

A sudden warmth encases you as your hair is tugged back and Steve’s fingers hasten between your legs. 

“No one told you to stop sucking his dick, did they, little girl?”

“N-No, Daddy.”

“So why did you fucking stop?”, he growls in your ear. “Open.”

At his command, you do what he says before he pushes you down onto his friend’s cock once again. 

“Fuck! That’s it, Steve. D-Don’t let her up till she fucking cums.”

Felling your pussy clench around his fingers, he lets you go and you cry out as the coil snaps. 

“Atta girl. Daddy’s good girl.”, he murmurs, praising you as he lifts your shirt and uses it to wipe the spit from your face before fully removing it to toss near your other clothes. “Come here, honey.”

Effortlessly, Steve lifts you and carries you to the bleachers, placing you on top of him to straddle his waist. 

“I m-miss your warmth when I hold you and rest my head on your chest.”, you whimper, watching as he fumbles with his own belt while struggling to keep his composure over his own desperate need to feel you. Cupping his face in your hands, you lean your forehead against his and he heavily exhales at the notion. “The way your fingers bruise my waist while you’re fucking me. You both hold me so tightly still…l-l-like I’m gonna disappear.”

As you push up against him, his palms glide along your back to support you while his lips open mouth kiss along your chest. His breath warms your skin as you gradually sink down onto his cock and he grunts at the sensation. 

“Shit, baby girl, I dream about you on top of me like this. I wake up in the middle of the night in my hotel fucking hard as a rock wishing I-I could feel your—mmph—gorgeous body against mine.”

His amber irises glance behind you before he swivels his body around so his back is lying flat on one of the wood benches. A palm takes hold of your shoulder and you crane your neck just in time to see Eddie’s jaw drop as he guides himself into your ass. 

It was absolutely euphoric feeling them both again after so long. They thrust their hips in sync as if no time had passed and every emotion hit you simultaneously as your body went limp against them allowing them to take over. 

Steve grabbed your limbs and bent them behind your back and the metalhead seamlessly took hold of at your wrists using them as leverage as he slammed into your harder. 

“Hey, hey… look… look at Daddy, baby.”

You whimpered as you struggled to do what he wanted but when you did your eyes locked with his, silently begging for them to push you over the edge. Eddie’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling firmly while the other boy spanked your behind.

“I love you, Steve.”, you whispered.

“I love you to, baby. Oh f-fuck.”

His lips crashed to yours as you felt his spend warm your insides. Pressing up with one of his palms, he pushed you into the metalhead’s chest so both their foreheads could rest against your skin. 

“I love you, Eddie. Fuck, I’m coming.”

As your orgasm washed over you, ringed fingers gripped your chin and turned you so he could kiss you as he thrust his release into your behind. 

“FUCK! I…I love you, sweetheart.”

The three of you pant heavily as you hold each other, you with one arm around Steve’s neck and the other reaching behind you to do the same with Eddie as your fingers thread through his hair. 

“I miss Eddie making me laugh or just sitting on the counter talking to me while you watch me cook. I miss Steve pulling my legs over his while we watch tv or you comforting me after I have a bad day. I miss the little touches, soft kiss, and whispers in my ear… We used to handle everything together and lately… I feel like…it’s just me…”

Steve’s thumbs caress your cheeks as Eddie kisses your shoulder. 

“And I know things are different. I know you’re both handling your careers and we have two little monsters to handle… I know…I’m…physically not the same…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What does that mean?”

“I just…I’ve had two kids—”

‘And?”, Eddie cuts you off before spanking your ass. “Are you implying that you aren’t still as fucking gorgeous as you were when we first saw you?”

“Look. I’m not like you two, ok? Mr. Popular Jock and I’m in a rock band—”

“Alright, well, that’s enough of that.”, Steve replies with a mocking tone as they rise to their feet and he throws you over his shoulder. “Seems like pretty girl has lost her mind.”

You laugh as they take you to the locker room and turn on the showers to clean you. 

“If I suddenly turned into Wayne and lost all my hair, would you still love me?”

“Oh my God. Wayne has hair.”, you giggle. “And of course I would.”

“Pfft suuuure he does.”, he teases as he runs the soap along your skin. “What if Stevie got like a beer gut and lost his luscious head of hair?”

“Why do I get the gut, Mr. Rockstar? You get drunk way more than I do!”

“I would love you both no matter what.”, you coo as you keen into his chest and kiss his cheek making him smile. 

“Then, honey, why do you think that would be a factor when it comes to you?”

Once you were clean and they collected your clothes, you allowed them to dress you before Eddie suddenly paused taking in your shirt. 

“Not that I’m complaining but your drool is still clinging to this thing. Um…” Snapping his fingers, he grabs his own shirt and tugs it over your head, startled him when your arms wrap around his neck and you passionately kiss his lips. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. We’ve been working too much and we promised you we would do better.”

“But we didn’t. I guess we thought since we still came home at the end of the night, it evened things out…I’m sorry to, Y/N.”, Steve apologizes and you lean forward to kiss him as well.

***

You smile as you hear your son’s loud footsteps bang around upstairs telling you he was awake. 

“Yup, he’s got your genes, Edward.”, your dad joked with a grumble as he sipped his morning coffee. 

“You know, sir, as much as I would love to have the nature vs nurture debate…” Right as he points towards the ceiling above, Molly laughs loudly as her feet bang against the floor before following her brother into the bathroom to brush their teeth. “Yeah, they’re both awful.”

Steve lightly hits his arm while he and your mother laugh. 

Halfway down the stairs, both children gasp in excitement at the sight of their fathers making you grin wide as they jump into their arms. 

“Ay, it’s too early for so much love. Love me in like…”, Eddie pauses as he looks at his watch, subtly winking your way when your daughter giggles. “…two hours.”

“Hey after breakfast, why don’t we go to pool and I can show you guys some tricks I learned on the swim team.”

Ozzy’s eyes widen as he claps his hands. 

“Yeah! I was thinking…dad…about joining the swim team like you did. I’ve been practicing!”

“No way.”, Steve feigns shock as his own wide eyes shift your way. “Well then let’s finish eating the food grandma made and then you can show us all some of your new moves.”

“I’m surprised with how late you came back, you’re awake enough to do anything.”, your mom addresses you with that faint hint of sarcasm that has your dad rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah, Bev, those aren’t insinuations Grandpa needs to hear about at any time of day.”

“What insinuations?”, Molly asks. 

“Nothing.”, all five adults respond in unison causing your children to erupt in a fit of giggles. 

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[herotome]

Devlog #177

Hi-ho, Wudge here.

I'm gonna try to be rather more transparent than usual in this devlog because aiyaiyai... not gonna lie y'all, I've been feeling a bit disheartened. Not from any one thing! There's no bad guy boogeyman bringing me down! It's just like... woof, game development is a lot.

Some time ago, my country enacted some new policies that forced Paypal to make a lot of changes. I had to (or thought I had to??) get an actual business license and jump through a lot of hoops to make sure I'd still be able to receive and withdraw money from my Paypal account.

For the most part, it all worked out. I'm able to receive money from Ko-Fi and from taking commissions, and I'm able to send money to purchase Herotome's art assets (a new CG and backgrounds are coming along fantastically!)... but ever since the changes, itch.io has consistently had issues with my Paypal account.

I don't know why it's only them. I'm still trying to figure it out. I have a pending ticket with them right now to determine why my most recent itch.io payout has been in review for 65 days.

For a while I tried to switch itch's payouts to Payoneer, but Payoneer charges a yearly fee of $30.00 unless you receive $2,000/year on their platform. I don't have enough itch income to justify the cost.

So I've been trying to switch itch back to paypal and it's been... difficult. It shouldn't be so difficult. It feels shameful that people are trying to support me through itch's site, and their money either never reaches me or goes straight into payoneer's yearly fee.

But if I make a post on itch saying "Hey, itch isn't working well with me on the financial side, you can support me on Ko-Fi instead!"... then I have to draw and post more Ko-Fi expressions, and I'm already so behind on those.

You may be thinking "Well, forget about itch! You can put Herotome on steam instead!" but putting a game on steam also involves jumping through a lot of hoops - to the point where there's services that offer to do it for you (so you'll have to pay the steam fee and for the service).

... So I guess that's a big part of my stress and disheartening feelings right now lol, I have boogeymen after all and they are itch and paypal. But uh, I'm also struggling with feelings of the game feeling like a neverending Sisyphian task, no matter how much I write or how much progress I make, it's never enough...

You guys would probably enjoy playing what I'm working on right now though, right? I have to try and hold onto that thought. I have a few fun scenes mostly done. I don't have expressions coded for any of them...... but writing-wise, I think they're pretty good. Maybe I can hire someone to code in preliminary expressions. It'd be a lot of work for me to onboard, give them context and access to assets, but it could be worth it. I'll think it over

Uhhh. Okay, things I actually did last week -

I rewrote a scene to give Warden more agency; the player now gets a brief 1x1 scene to talk with him BEFORE the free time LI-selection section, and I think y'all will like it.

I also drew a new expression for nurse Jordan

This is how I feel about my payout drama with itch. Hahahaha. Ahh...

Hopefully my ticket gets resolved soon and everything works out smoothly from now on, so I can concentrate more on the actual game.

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[dsireland86]

Can i request a Noah Sebastian x fem reader fic? I was thinking maybe she reader is a good friend of the Bad Omens crew and she wants to give Noah a special gift while on tour since he's been so burnt out and Maybe it's set a little after Keaton Pierce passed away and he hasn't really had time to grieve and gifts him a Photo of him and Keaton with a note written by him on the back of it maybe? and he gets emotional and they confess feelings?

Oh man.... this hits hard. Okay, I think I can do this. 💔🖤 I've never written anything regarding Keaton or his passing. I've kind always felt scared to. But when this request hit my inbox, it made me realize that maybe I've never given myself the proper time to mourn his loss. It will be 3 years he's been gone, and yet every time I listen to Too Close Too Touch, it feels like he's still here. I still miss Keaton every day. Writing this story has been healing. Thank you to the Anonymous who's asked me to write something so beautiful. I hope I can capture the emotion of what Keaton really meant to us all.

*Author's Note: I waited on posting this story, given the fact that none of this story is factual, but it involves something that's really personal to not just me, but to others, I'm sure. In no way shape or form is this story meant to disrespect Keaton or his death. It is just something I thought about when thinking of how it affected Noah. I know, it's silly. But for someone like me who didn't know Keaton personally and was affected by his death, I can't imagine what his friends and family felt. Again, this is just a fictional story based on actual people. If you're offended by the idea, then please don't read it, not just for me, but also for the Anon. who requested the story.*

Her Special Gift

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The months that followed Keaton's death become different. After Keaton's funeral, things between Noah and I shifted from being just casual friends to almost like best friends. We started hanging out together more and playing video games, watching old black and white movies, or diving into sometimes deep, theological discussions that always ended with an argument about who was right. Late night pizza and anime dates and tea and book lazy days started to become a habit for us when he wasn't working with the band, and I grew to love them more than I ever thought I would. It seemed that Noah and I had traded our friendship with Keaton for a friendship with each other. We became part of the healing process for each other, sharing stories and memories that only we knew. Spending time with Noah was the best. He was the best, but the way I started to feel about him was getting harder for me to deny and I knew if I ever confessed anything regarding the way I felt, it would ruin everything Noah and I had built in the last few months.

"You feeling okay?" Noah's hand on my shoulder startled me. I was sluggishly slow today, exhausted from the last two nights of the tour. "Yeah, I'm good. Just tired. Still trying to adapt," I chuckled. Noah smiled, taking the box of shirts from me. "I'll help." "Thanks," I said, returning his smile. We sat the boxes down on the table, and I turned to head back to the truck and get one more when Noah gently grabbed me by the arm. "Hey, wait." I looked up at his tall frame, a little alarmed. His chocolatey brown eyes softened. "Are you sure you're okay? You're usually not so puffy around the eyes like you are today." "Oh what, you're keeping up with my skin care routine now?" I was joking, but Noah seemed more serious about it than I was. "Have you been crying?' Noah turned me towards him a little so he could examine my face better. What was I supposed to tell him? That the truth was I really had been crying myself to sleep the last two nights because I'd found a photo of him and Keaton together? Yeah, no. I pushed Noah's hand away gently, reassuring him I was okay. Walking back to the truck, I broke down, sneaking around a corner to quietly sob alone.

Three weeks into the tour, everyone seemed to be doing alright; tired and sore, but okay. I was feeling better, too, but Noah wasn't. He was looking a little worse for wear. If there weren't puffy bags under his eye, then there were dark purple circles under them, painting the clear picture of pure, straight-up exhaustion. Noah was burning out.

"Matt, he needs a day off. He needs to rest. I mean, look at him for god's sake," I cried quietly, throwing my hands in Noah's direction. He was sitting on one of the equipment boxes, leaning back against the wall, his head laid back, arms folded across his chest and eyes closed. He looked as if he was actually asleep.

"Fuck. I know he does," Matt sighed. But we have a show to do tonight, and one tomorrow." "Matt, " I said, shaking my head, "I don't think Noah's going to last one more show. Tonight, maybe, but tomorrow," I glanced over at Noah just as his head fell to the side, catching himself quickly and sitting up right only to close his eyes again. "Fuck!" Matt yelled. "Alright, let me see what I can do about tomorrow. Do you think you could pep talk him into doing tonight's show?" Noah sat up and stretched, yawning and beckoning me over to him. "Yeah, okay, I'll try, but don't get pissy with me if Noah refuses," I demanded with a finger pointed at his chest. Matt chuckled. "Deal. Hey, thanks." I shot him a quick grin before walking over to Noah.

He reached for me before I was even close, which wasn't really like him at all. But I gave in, letting him pull me in between his legs and hug me. Noah's body was so warm despite the white tank he wore, showing off so many of his colorful tattoos. I thought about the stories I knew of some of them, and wondered about the others, tracing them as they wrapped and curled over his bicep and towards his back. I felt him hum in approval of my touch, the vibration coming from deep in his chest as he softly laid his head in the nook between my neck and shoulder. I caressed his back, guiding my hands slowly up and down, and feeling him relax against me. "Feel good?" "Mmm," he mumbled his answer. Noah's arms dropped, falling to his sides. His fingers, so long and slender, gripped my leggings, pulling me closer. "Noah," I whispered, unsure of what to say or do. "Yeah?" "What are you doing? People are looking at us." I spoke softly into his chest, scared to look around. "Only Matt." I looked up, glancing behind me, seeing that he was right. "Does me holding you like this make you feel uncomfortable?" I focused my sight back on Noah, my eyes clicking back and forth over his face. "No," I answered honestly. The small smile that lifted the corners of Noah's mouth made my heart skip a few beats.

"You look really tired." Noah nodded while locking his hand together behind my back, allowing me to rest mine on his chest. The faint smell of his deodorant mixed with the lingering scent of his cologne swept over my nostrils caused me to breathe in deep. Noah smelled fresh and clean even though he hadn't showered since the night before. "I'm pretty exhausted. I didn't sleep right last night." "Why not?" Noah sighed letting me partially go to fun a hand through his hair. "Noah, what's wrong, what is it?" I tipped my head, straining to make eye contact with him.

Finally, I turned his head to look at me. "Talk to me. I'm here." A vacant stare suddenly took over Noah's face, as if he were reminiscing something. "I had a dream," he admitted, quietly, "about Keaton." His almond shaped eyes shifted to mine and the pain that engulfed them was overwhelming, shattering my heart.

"Noah, I'm," "Don't," he sighed heavily, shaking his head slightly. "You don't have to say you're sorry or anything like that. I think it's a sign, like maybe Keaton himself is trying to tell me something." "What do you mean?" I wasn't following as easily as I thought I should be. "I never gave myself time to grieve for him. I mean, it all happened so fast, I barely remember everything." "Like what? I was there for pretty much all of it." Noah smiled, running his finger down my cheek. "Yeah, you were, weren't you? My little moon; always follows me even when there's light." I shrugged. "That's what friends do, right?" Noah cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

"Friends?" "Yeah," I replied, my heart thundering against my chest. "We're friends, right? I mean at least we were five seconds ago." Noah reassured me with a smile, pulling me against his chest. "Yeah, little moon, we're still friends." "Is that your new name for me now? Little moon?" "Why? You don't like it?" "No, love it," I replied with the hint of a smile in my voice. Noah didn't say anything, only squeezed me tighter.

"What was your dream about?" There was a long pause. "A mix of random stuff, but it all had Keaton in it." More silence. "I wish he was still here. I fucking miss him so damn much that it hurts." The pain in Noah's voice hurt. I looked up to find him squeezing his eyes closed, finger and thumb locked in them "Come with me," I said, taking his hand and pulling him out with me to the bus. "What are we doing?" "You'll see."

We climbed in, throwing out mumbled greetings to Nicholas and Folio who were eating bags of chips and talking, laughing hysterically after one would say something to the other. I rolled my eyes, grinning from knowing why.

I got to the bunks and stopped. "What's this about?" Noah asked, a bit annoyed. "I have something for you that I found recently; something I was meant to give you a long time ago, but apparently completely forgot about." "Okayyyy, what?" I stared at Noah for a moment, wondering if this really was the right time to do this and as brief memories of him and Keaton flashed through my brain, I was reassured.

Bending down into my duffle bag, I grabbed the book that had the picture in it, and handed it to Noah. The moment Noah saw it, his eyes welled up with tears.

"Read the back; alone," I told him, knowing it was going to gut him. He didn't argue. He just turned and walked off into the tiny bathroom and closed the door.

I heard the faint clicking sound of the lock turning and took a deep breath, hoping to prepare myself for what came next.

When Folio and Nicholas eventually left, I seized the opportunity to sit and wait for Noah. There was no way I was leaving without knowing Noah was okay. And then I heard it. The low, almost inaudible sound of weeping.

My heart hit the bottom of my stomach. Noah was finally letting out all the pent-up sadness, pain, and hurt for his friend he'd silently been carrying all these months. I waited a moment before going over to the bathroom door. I quietly knocked. "Noah... I'm here," was all I could say. "He's gone. Keaton's really gone, and there's nothing I can do to bring him back," Noah said through gritted teeth and tears. "Why? I don't understand! Why him!"

"Why anyone? Why is death even a thing," I said gently. There was silence on the other side of the door. "Keaton had a great life. He was in love with life. He loved taking pictures and performing. He loved his fans and followers of the band, always making it a point to tell them on his Instagram." "Yeah, that joker loved posting stuff on there, didn't he," Noah chuckled through a stuffy nose. "I went through it, and it's what reminded me of the picture you're holding in your hands. I'd completely forgotten about it until packing and I picked up my touring book and that picture fell out. I'm so sorry I forgot, Noah. I really meant to give it to you sooner." "Maybe that was meant to happen because the universe knew his death was coming." The idea gave me chills.

There was more silence. "I fucking miss him. I miss my friend." "I know you do. Me, too."

The bathroom door finally opened, and Noah appeared with cheeks stained with tears and puffy eyes. I looked up at him as he looked down at me, tendrils of his recently cut short hair falling over his eyes. He reached down for me, taking my hands and pulling to my feet, sliding his arms around my waist as he did so. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face against him so he couldn't see my own tears. My lips grazed the colorful skin of his neck, so I took advantage and lightly kissed it, and I could hear the slight gasp he made as he barely lifted me off the ground.

"I wouldn't have gotten through any of this without you, Little Moon," Noah muttered into my hair. I climbed him like a tree and wrapped myself around his slender yet strong frame as his large hands slid over my bottom, squeezing it as he held me up. With our faces so close, I could feel Noah's warm breath cascade over my face. His lips were so close to mine.

He walked us toward the back of the bus, closing the sliding door to the back lounge as we entered, sitting me down on the closest table. He pushed my legs apart, respectfully putting himself between them, and just stared at me. Noah was one of my closest friends. He'd seen me through some of my worst moments, made me feel beautiful even when I didn't feel it, and stayed up with me when I used to have nightly anxiety attacks. Yet, here I was feeling so insecure, so out of his league that I was blushing.

"Tell me we're gonna get through this together," Noah said, taking my face in his hands. I rested my forehead against his chest. "Of course we are, Noah, I'm not going anywhere." He lifted my face. "I don't mean as friends." I could hardly bring myself to look into his eyes. "You don't?" I asked barely above a whisper. Noah shook his head. His thumbs glided along my cheekbones. "Look at me." I dragged my eyes up only to see the sincerity in his eyes. "I mean as an "us". I don't think I can be just friends with you anymore, and just the idea of your perfect heart belonging to another guy terrifies me." A small laugh escaped me, and Noah grinned. "What? It's true. I don't want to be jealous, but I am."

I gave Noah a half smile. "I wouldn't call it jealousy, but more like selfish." "Selfish?" "Yeah, you demand my attention almost every time we're together. And when you see me talking with," actually the more I thought about it, Noah only got that way when another guy was involved. "With another guy," "yeah," I huffed a laugh. "Well, I guess I'm a little of both." "Since when?" Noah's eyes darted between mine. He brushed some loose hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. "Since the moment I trusted you with parts of myself I'm afraid to show anyone else." "And how long has that been?" Noah's lips were almost touching mine. I wanted this, wanted him to kiss me so I could kiss him back. "Always." I forgot to breathe the moment he bent his neck, and brought our faces closer together. A wave of heat, unlike one I'd ever felt before, crashed through me. Noah's arms wrapped around me, and he drew me into a kiss I never thought we'd share. His tongue pushed into mouth slowly yet needy as his large hands slid lazily up my spine. I gave into him completely, feeling every ounce of love pour from his kiss.

My fingers trailed up his chest until I cupped his jaw between my hands, feeling the slight hum of approval vibrate deep inside his chest. I felt like everything about Noah was going to consume me, and I was entirely okay with that. We finally broke apart, pulling our magic back into ourselves as we tried to catch our breath. "You're going to be the death of me," he growled against my cheek, leaving a slight wet kiss on my cheek. I pushed against his chest just enough to look at him. "Not if you destroy me first," I breathed, painting the lines of his jaw with my fingertips. "I never want you to stop looking at me the way you are right now. And if you do, I swear I won't stop making it up to you until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name."

I about died in Noah's arms right then. He pulled me into another deep kiss, touching me without any hesitation. He touched me like he owned me. I guess he had for a long time, and I just never realized it. I trusted Noah with my heart, knowing he'd take care of it forever. "So, does this mean there's an us?" I smiled, taking a deep breath while wrapped up safe in Noah's arms. "Yeah it does. I like the sound of "us". "Me too, I guess we have Keaton to thank for it." "Yeah, I guess so," getting lost in a memory of him. He'd be happy; for both of us. "I miss him, Noah. But even now, I can still feel him around." "Me, too," Noah sighed, laying his cheek on the top of my head. "Me, too."

[pumpkinickel]

A Mix-Up || Egon Spengler x reader

Summary: Gender-neutral reader mistakes Elon as Egon (they really do look alike from the back!)

Relationship: Egon Spengler x gn!reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 669

Warnings: Not beta-read, but other than that none! This is just fluffy slice of life

Author's Note: This is actually a little old (early 2022). I'm currently writing for a different piece of media BUT I thought "hey, why not post this now because...why not!" I've always been kinda shy to post my writing on the internet in general but to hell with it tbh ! Cringe culture must die and I love my blorbos past, present, and future too much lol

On AO3

It was a regular, snowy day in downtown New York. Ray was in the downstairs of the firehouse, fixing whatever new problem the Ecto-1 had come up with. Janine was reading some magazine with smart shopping tips while Louis was on the phone discussing taxes, the latter having piles of paperwork on his desk. Business during the holiday season usually slowed down, and that meant getting to spend more quality time with the guys. Peter and Winston were engaging in a friendly but competitive game of pool, and Egon was nowhere in sight. He mentioned something about “bringing a surprise” to the station, baffling everyone since Egon certainly wasn’t the surprise type. You sat on the couch, head propped up by your hand, watching as Peter lined up his shot.

"I never understood this game," you said with a yawn.

Winston had a small laugh and shook his head. "It's alright, kid, neither does Pete."

"Hey!" The other man said as he thrust his cue stick, completely butchering the shot in the process. "I just don't play this game often enough, alright, Z? I got no practice,"

You and Winston share a laugh at the expense of your colleague, Peter placed his hand on his chest in feigned offense. Winston took his shot, clearly doing a better job than Peter as the other man had scowled as the ball went into the hole. As the two continue playing, the sound of familiar footsteps enters the second floor. Turning your head, you smile brightly as you finally see your boyfriend Egon. His back was turned, preoccupied with refilling the snack cabinet in the kitchen. As he rummaged through the seven eleven bag, you took the chance of slowly sneaking up behind him to give a surprise hug. The two men playing pool had paused their game to watch you, amused from the sight of seeing you crouch up behind their friend.

“Gotcha!” You yelled as you wrapped your arms around Egon’s torso and chest, placing your chin on his shoulder. Unexpectedly, he was completely frozen, unlike how he would usually turn around to return the hug. Your expression quickly morphed into one of confusion as the seconds passed and he stayed completely still.

“Anyway, Elon, I want you to meet-” You whip your head to the left to see Egon standing next to Ray, both the men having mildly concerned looks on their faces.

“...(Y/N)?” The man you were hugging spoke, his voice only slightly different from Egon’s but you could tell it wasn’t your boyfriend. Hastily taking your arms off him, you spew out apology after apology, face fully red.

“I’m so sorry! God I- I should’ve known the second you didn’t hug me back I-”

Elon waved his hand with a laugh, the other guys in the room except Egon cracking up as well. “No matter, no matter, at least I know my little brother is well loved,” Elon took the liberty of pulling you in for a hug this time, and just like Egon he was surprisingly good at giving them.

Egon’s cheeks turn a light pink color from his brother’s statement as he pulls you in for a hug and forehead kiss. Elon had headed over to the billiard table to greet the two men who ended their pool game. The mood in the room turned joyous as all the guys had not seen Elon in a while, making this occasion a real treat.

“Sorry, Eggs, he really does look a lot like you,” you whispered. He smiles before putting his lips on yours, causing your face to go red once again. Getting kissed by Egon certainly did not get old no matter how many times it happens.

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I missed you too.”

Ray called out, “Hey, lovebirds! Get over here before we finish all the pizza.”

You pull away from Egon and adjust his tie, taking his hand and walking over to the others to get a fresh slice of pizza.

[scummy-writes]

Ikemen Tier List

whoaaa two posts together whoaaa (you guys didn't witness me doing this first to see if I had the energy to post a finished drabble today)

I've had trouble with the tier lists for a while because I feel like it didn't explain how I felt about these dudes half of the time, but I figured out a better way to mark the tiers and I feel like this sums it up great. And now you too can have a handy dandy 'How does Scum feel about X?' list! If Roderic had a sprite, I would put him in the daily thing, or maybe the top one? hm

Anyway, I'm gonna explain the tiers under the cut for extra clarifications.

[*Wants to write fanfics for 24/7*] : The Current Main Blorbo. All tremble before him - for he holds the writing braincell and he's all anyone hears about forever and ever - until another blorbo takes his spot (usually takes a few years). You'll see him as icons and photos and and and--------

On my mind daily, in some form: Sometimes these characters will be paired with the #1 chara, and so by extension they're thought about often. Sometimes they're not paired with them, but still thought about often. Despite my posting habits, I do enjoy these guys still. A lot, actually.

Think about a few times a week, offhandedly: Rubs chin. I think of Chev and Elbert as a rare comfort. A type of quiet one that is a plesant encouragement in some way or another. Or I get perplexed thinking about how they'd look ordering shitty coffee. Not much of an inbetween. But really I sometimes just enjoy the quiet comfort thoughts when i need them with those two.

Think about a few times a month: They used to be higher up in the faves, but I either got enough of them at some point (in a good way), friends love them with such glee that i just enjoy watching them simp for them, or they just got naturally shifted down in the line as more characters came into view. I won't talk about them much but I do like em in multiple ways.

Scared to think about (for my wallet): legally not allowed to like because I cannot max out my credit card (a joke). I really really really like Alfons and Victor but I am terrified they'll shoot the ranks in a couple of months, and that my wallet will be screaming to be spared (darius is still up for debate)

Want to like but (and/or for reasons cannot): hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Random simping once a blue moon (idk why): I read a translated story of roger once when sitting in my car on a lunch break. I was reading as I was getting out, and nearly fell into the horn when reading about his cock. It tormented me for a week. This happens ocassionally with the others... maybe not a translated story, but i'll have a random thought that hits me like a bullet train and suddenly I'm stumbling and struggling to think about anything else for a bit. (Leonardo is here as punishment, he knows what he did)

Was Favorite when playing but ghosted game: Ikerev was the first(?) cybird game I played, followed very very closely by ikesen. I don't see a lot of stuff for them naturally on my dash, and bluntly ikerev just could not hold my attention especially after I lost my data and got cockblocked by shitty gacha pulls, but I hardcore simped for these dudes when I played. Well, jonah did get pushed to the bottom of that tier fairly quickly, but Shingen is still #1 there. Anju (oc) was originally made for him, and I suspect that when his...eternal(?) is released in eng, I'll be feral for a little bit and then go back to gil simping.

No opinion really: I just.....shrug. They're neither bad nor good. These are characters who I was either SUPER excited for and then sorely disappointed, characters I haven't felt drawn to, or characters I just....never....felt anything towards...even after reading their route... I'm assuming they're just not my type and that's why they're here.

No: I hold negative opinions due to XYZ personal reason. Or their vibes are just rancid to me. I don't care if others like them or not, I don't judge others for liking them.

[natsmagi]

I really share a lot of your sentiments, the frustrations and especially the grief regarding enstars— I'm a relatively new enstars fan, well if 2022 is still "new" and for so long I avoided the game because it seemed so massive, the kind that seemed almost too big to fail and would lsst years down the line. I was kind of the type that found old franchises years after their original creators had moved on or abandoned those projects.

This to say, I usually can't imagine how heartbreaking it is to have been a long-time fan of a franchise... but actually you've helped me understand it since I actually learnt a lot about Switch and the Eccentrics through your posts, and it probably started from the post you had about recommending some stories to an anon that helped me appreciate the unit in general. ( Seeing your comments after events was also a blast, I think you were one of the people I followed for a long time ? I've changed accounts and all often but I kept coming back for the art too <3 )

So I can't believe people would say that "we're just hating for the sake of hating" because it's very clear how much you love and appreciate enstars, and I think people forget that you can't feel betrayal for something you always hated, there had to have been love and trust— trust that was squashed away in that act.

It's really devastating to see that the Enstars that first drew me in is slowly changing into a whole different thing altogether, that the devs have decided that they don't value their most loyal and dedicated fans since they keep carelessly handling the idols we've grown attached to. When they keep reusing old schticks and tropes in one moment to appeal to older fans only to make some needless change to try and garner a newer audience. And it always seems like they keep gambling away any sort of coherency just to try and be hip with the younger generations even if most of their income is from young adults.

It's really just so jarring, and I get others trying to tnink positively or make light of the new situation but happy ele isn't even being subtle about it at all.

Sorry for the long ass ask, I hope you've been doing alright though nat-san 💖

WAAAA it makes me so happy to hear i managed to have a positive impact on ur fandom experience!! q__q and im actually a somewhat "new" fan myself funnily enough! though maybe 2021 isnt new anymore... but the sole reason i even created this account is because at the time there was a huge lack of switch content, esp in the eng speaking fandom, and i really wanted people to love this unit as much as i did!!! i hadnt been consistently drawing for quite a while, but this drive got me out of that slump and made me try learning rendering (as id usually just do sketches)

i also just love gushing about little knickknacks i notice here and there, and it has genuinely been such a delight getting to share my thoughts with the fandom, even if i sometimes am most certainly reaching AJKSHDF BUT THAT WAS KINDA WHAT MADE IT SO FUN??? what i adored was how things would be implied but never outright said. how even things like the designs carry so much meaning. The symbolism of it all. but i just dont see any of this featured in the new stories.... at least for switch. And that really upsets me because everything about them had always genuinely felt so "magical." and a rule of magic is to not explain it or it ruins the mystic. If your text focuses too much on explaining why things are the way they are, it becomes purely informational and by proxy loses any and all magic and splendor.

"it works instead of plays" to quote byung-chul han. This is what the recent writing choices have felt like. And thats bad story telling imo!!!! i love when things are left ambiguous!!!!! you do not need to explain every little detail!!!!!!!!! some things are not MEANT to have concrete answers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but happyele insists on explaining shit anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! literally what was the fucking point of telling us that natsumes weird fucking hairstyle means literally nothing and is just a fun hairstyle when its SO BLATANTLY a reference to the red string of fate if not so they can go ahead and chop tsumugis hair off, to name one example?????? or tsumugi mansplaining the meaning behind the unit name "switch" in tri-lights, having the dumbest nonsensical explanation known to man because how the FUCK do you come up with the S in switch standing for sports before even realizing it has WITCH IN THE NAME???? you DO NOT NEED TO EXPLAIN THESE THINGS. YOU ARE ERADICATING THE WHIMSICALITY OF THE UNKNOWN. IF THINGS ARE LEFT UNKNOWN THAT MEANS THERES ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES AND ITS FUN TO SPECULATE. ITS FUN TO NOTICE THINGS. THESE ARE DESIGN CHOICES, YOU DO NOT NEED TO RECOGNIZE THEM IN THE DAMN STORIES!!!!!!!! but the writers CANNOT come up with ANY real substance anymore so THIS IS WHAT THEY RESORT TO.

you can have intent and NOT NEED TO MENTION SAID INTENT EXPLICITLY. AND ITS EVEN WORSE WHEN WE KNOW THE INTENT AND THEN THEY GO COMPLETELY AGAINST IT, LIKE TSUMUGIS HAIR LENGTH BEING MEANT TO REPRESENT HOW LONG HES LIVED!!!!!!! ONLY FOR THEM TO CUT THAT LIFE RIGHT OFF!!!!!!!!!!!! they keep explaining things which not only makes them lose their magic by proxy, but also EXPLICITLY GOING AGAINST WHAT MADE THEM MAGICAL TO BEGIN WITH. TSUMUGIS HAIR THING IS WRITTEN IN THE FIRST EVER ARTBOOK. HE WAS MEANT TO GROW HIS HAIR OUT AND HIS HAIR WAS MEANT TO GROW EVEN LONGER TO REPRESENT HIM FINALLY LIVING. BUT BECAUSE PEOPLE THOUGHT IT WAS UGLY THEY NOW DECIDED TO KILL IT TO TRY AND DRAW IN A NEW AUDIENCE. IM BAFFLED. AND IN WONDER GAME HE EVEN SAID "THANKS TO THIS NEST [HAIR] THIS BLUE BIRD CAN KEEP LIVING" OR WHATEVER. HIS HAIR IS DIRECTLY TIED TO HIS LIFE. PEOPLE ONLY EVER TALK ABOUT THE NTMG ASPECT BUT IT GOES SO MUCH DEEPER THAN THAT. YOU CANNOT CLAIM TO LIKE TSUMUGI AND CARE ABOUT HIS CHARACTER IF YOU LIKE HIS HAIR CHANGE. NATSUMES NOT THE ONLY REASON BEHIND IT.

anyway. ahem. ill leave my rant regarding the current writing state of enstars (aka specifically wish) for another day because theres genuinely so many contradictions in that story, even having dialogue WITHIN the story contradict ANOTHER dialogue within the story. Like you can tell that shit literally wasnt even proofread. but im saving my more elaborate thoughts on this story for when i read a full proper TL to ensure MTLs arent lying to me

but yea. another thing is how its so clear the reason theyre taking this sudden approach is to try and compete with project sekai/draw in that audience. a blatant example being esupuris very existence. But now you can also see it in the UI change, outfit customization looking the exact same as prsks, the airship park thing also looking like something ud find in prsk, etc etc. There has also been a sudden lack of care for established units, with them mixing and mashing so many charas together to release new songs that often have no grounds in canon. Just doing it for the sake of generating the hype shuffle units gave, not realizing part of what made shuffles so fun was seeing the characters interact with new people. and, since it was somewhat rare, it felt exciting every time it happened!! but i wish we got more unit content..... only getting one event per year is gonna stagnate so much growth......

i rambled on alot ok ill wrap it up now BUT!!!! i do wanna mention that i do still have SOOO many thoughts about so many things, and i notice new things every time i reread the older stories, and it fills me with as much joy as the first time i read them!! so if i can find a way to articulate myself id love to share my little findings with u all!! and, ofc, im still gonna draw the characters i love and adore!! despite my ramblings, im actually coping rather well with how enstars is. im surrounded by so many lovely people (including u guys here on tumblr!!) who make me feel less alone in my grievances, and that really helps me keep my head up high! plus, i have my friends who continue to discuss the things we adore about these guys together! the only downside is seeing others celebrate the current state of the game/defend it. its hard to believe they care alot about the game with how they talk. and artists are gonna continue to draw the new looks and such.... so i cant engage with the fandom like i used to. but thats ok i think.... ive bought fan comics to help cope with a lack of food!! would much rather support fellow artists than this company anyway!!!!

[fr-wiwiw]

well, to indulge myself i'm writing this post to ramble and share a bit of my Gahan barbarian!au. it's going to be a bit of a long post i think, we'll see.

i saw noel's post about their gladiator!yohan & prince!gaon (check it here!) and it makes me miss writing the arranged marriage barbarian!au i have, it only has what.. 3 or 4 chapters I think. you can read it here.

i've always been fascinated by the visuals of medieval, historical, period era. even post apocalyptic future settings like Horizon Zero games franchise.

i think i started au bcs i've played too much Assassin's Creed Valhalla— i haven't finished it yet, too preoccupied with Monster Hunter World— but i have sketched my female Eivor several times in my sketchbook. this was when i'm curious and interested enough to draw human but haven't fully grasped the gesture, anatomy, shapes and all. i usually draw what i take interest on and it helps me tremendously, to keep on learning and push through my frustrations.

and of course.. my Gahan brainrot picked it up. hence the barbarian!au for TDJ born

i have sketches of Gahan in this au, i think i've shared them here too but i'll re-share here. it doesn't catch many eyes, i admit it's a bit of a bummer but I like the idea anyway. I used to imagined them before I went to sleep, now it's idol/celeb!gaon x mysterious husband!yohan that's occupying my mind. but anyways! here are the sketches.

1st sketch is me trying to see his body proportion in viking/barbarian attire. the upper left sketch was me wanting to see modern Yohan stripping off his clothes ig haha.. anyways, between Gaon/Jinyoung and Yohan/Jisung, it's VERY difficult to nail down his face. less lines doesn't resembles him at all and add some more lines he looks too realistic to my simplified version of Gaon/Jinyoung. it was hard trying to find the balance for these characters to be in the same picture and look like they belong in the same style. i want to do Yohan/Jisung's pretty face justice but i still struggled in this sketches. i think this was 2021? 2022?

2nd sketch— his long protruding neck lmao i haven't fully grasped how a person can pose naturally but it came out as if he has turtle neck syndrome going on. well done Yohan! you are a turtle apparently according to my hand. all jokes aside, this was me attempting to paint his face bcs i never really attempted to paint gahan. i doodled and sketched more than i paint/rendering and i'm on my way to learn more of rendering daily if possible, alongside with my daily sketches. you can also see i've tried to give some color to his attire and some medallion or such. do you see a braid there? i will get there, the braid is something significant in this story ;)

3rd sketch is basically me planning out his character design as a barbarian/viking chief. you can see bits of references cuts here and there, took me quite some time bcs i just started to really try my hands on concept character design properly— i love cloaks and capes and vikings has exactly just that, and the winter times are especially my favorite type of attire on them so i thought why not give Yohan polar bear fur as his official formal attire while still flaunting his wonderful body to the world be it summer or winter lmao. here's where you know it's fantasy. i'm sure people back then drink ales and what not to keep their body warm so they can go bare-chested in winter even but i'm sure the day after that they will regret it. but i make Yohan and his clan to have special abilities for living in cold places. doesn't mean i don't make them wear winter attire but this is only bcs i want him to be bare-chested xD the one I post here was before i dabble on the sketch a bit more. hopefully one day i can share it again with more updates for this au.

now.. onto Gaon's sketches.

he's a Prince in this story. his parents, the King and the Queen, arranged a marriage for him for political reasons. but they have special reasons as to why they pick Yohan, aside from political purposes, to be their son's betrothed and gave him away to Yohan's barbarian clan.

1st sketch (ignore the upper left, that's Jinyoung from his other drama). i want to see him in medium and long hair length. there's a purpose to this. he has his canon Gaon hairstyle when he was the Prince in the palace. but with time and some adjustments living with Yohan and his barbarian clan rubs off on him. perhaps it's due to that, or he's grown tired to cut it off again and again (he has no one to groom him properly now unlike in the palace), practical reason is to maintain heat around his neck while in winter, or it's his idea of adapting and blending in with the enemy. you can't blame him for being wary. he's whisked away from his comfort place and home and married off to a fearsome and famous barbarian on the land at that time, almost willingly got raped by Yohan on 1st chapter (yes, you read that right). other reasons why he grows his hair, as i mentioned the culture rubs off on him, is something to do with the hair braiding too. and personal reason is that i want to see pretty Gaon in long hair lol

2nd sketch on the left was him on early days on Yohan's fur beddings. the right was him perhaps laughing out loud by some surprising and amusing thing Yohan said after living with him for some months, you can see the different hair length there. gosh he looks unalive in here lol idk why.. my sketches were still rigid here

3rd sketch is them after establishing a genuine intimate relationship and Yohan has to be away to fend off some unexpected visitors. unfortunately it cost Yohan some of his men's lives. but he made it back to his clan and his betrothed. i make it as if Gaon was anxious waiting for him and one of the barbarian shouted for Yohan's arrival and he ran immediately. lunged at Yohan perhaps, the barbarian Chief managed to catch him but didn't quite have the strength to carry them both upright as the weariness sinks into him post battle & adrenaline wearing off of him. he's home now, in Gaon's arms.

now.. the hair braiding.

barbarians/viking has long hair and braids on their hair. styled cascading down or up into a pony tail or a mohawk and such. idk if this is historically correct but i'm winging most of this anyway but the idea of braids in this story is that it's significant to lovers. it's a mark between special intimate relationship (like lovers, spouses, soulmates). one can have a braid or braid their lover's hair should they wish to, it's very intimate and special for them. jeweleries might have certain status symbol for them and their ranks but I also prefer these barbarians have something simple to symbolize their intimacy. something that can get overlooked but enough for their significant other to know (and some people) what it means.

I like the idea of Yohan having accessories for his attire but his hair is clean from braids. clearly it's saying something if you've read this far and seeing my sketches for their different stages of relationship. over the years of them finally developing feelings and genuinely established a relationship, despite already being married an Gaon almost got raped by Yohan, they are lovers.

yet Yohan never really initiates anything about him wanting to have braid(s) or braiding Gaon's hair. he might have explained about what braids are to Gaon when the bambi was curious or off-handedly commented something about it. Gaon really finds out the real meaning from Yohan's ppl and he wonders why Yohan never asks or wants braids from him. then he realizes Yohan has always been respectful to him, even years after that night he almost raped him. always keeping healthy distance, outside of their sex and other intimate physical affections, he usually waits until Gaon ask first regarding intimate things. not that he never initiates things, he figures something as serius and committed as this is something Gaon wants to have an option to bail out from. they were arranged to have marriage for political reasons after all, Gaon has the freedom to not have feelings for him as long as he stays within the wedding pact rules Yohan make with the King & the Queen ( for Gaon's sake too). He never expects to have feelings for the Prince and he always keeps the option of Gaon falling out of love of him one day. it is only fair, he thinks.

but then Gaon asks him if he wants Gaon to braid his hair. the Prince never ceases to make him falter. it still shocks and amuses him, to have someone have this much effect on him. even with nervousness and blushing state Gaon is in now after uttering those words.. Yohan wonders what he has done to have this kind of luxury to have someone this precious in his arms.

and if his people noticed a single braid just near the back of his neck when wind swept his hair or if he pulls his hair into a ponytail on hot summer days? they will all grin smugly.. Yohan likes to keep it a bit hidden from view mainly bcs it's practical and he doesn't want ppl to accidentally graze it off when he's having friendly wrestle matches or axe practices. or even having people cut it off when he's at war. he doesn't hide it per se, it's visible when it's visible. Gaon smiles sweetly and adoringly when he finds this out bcs to him, it feels as if Yohan is unconsciously protecting it. protecting their relationship, protecting Gaon.

and if Gaon walks out of Yohan's tent, that days when he asks if he can braid Yohan's hair, with a braid or several on his hair? visible to everyone? the people cheer and roar in celebration. they throw a huge feast and toast to their relationship, congratulating the power couple. wishing the gods to give these two their blessings and to protect them. they're finally able to see their Chief have a partner that is equal to him. it's a memorable day

but if you think this story doesn't come with heavy angst, tears, pain and betrayal.. well think again ;))

i will stop here. thankyou for reading! i hope i can pick up this au again in my drawings & writings

[lily-alphonse]

This month marks one year since I began posting my post-BOTW Zelink longfic, The Most Dangerous Thing is to Love to AO3, so I'm doing an author's commentary no one asked for :3

My Inspiration:

I knew when I first started writing fanfic that I wanted to write something Zelink. I wanted to see them happy post-canon. Then I played TOTK and was so struck by how tragic it was for them to lose each other AGAIN, and I got obsessed with what their relationship would have looked like between games. Why are they calling Link's house Zelda's house? Why, by the end of TOTK, are they STILL NOT FREAKING KISSING? Which led to a whole spiral of thinking how two traumatized kids would probably handle a relationship pretty poorly, and what they would need to learn and grow past to form a healthy relationship and thought THERE. That's where I want to get them.

Then I heard "Achilles Come Down" by Gang of Youths and man... I can't tell you how many times I've listened to it on repeat while writing. The lyrics I'm most obsessed with (that in the end inspired the name for the fic) are:

Where you go I'm going So jump and I'm jumping Since there is no me without you / Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone Engage with the pain as a motive Today of all days See How the most dangerous thing is to love

Favorite Chapter:

Reading back, I think my favorite chapter is probably the infamous wolf chapter. I mentioned this in my author's notes but I think its funny how originally I was torn up about it. I felt really bad to be posting something so tense and dramatic and my original author's note was very apologetic. I don't like hurting my readers. But on my latest read-through, I found myself the most proud of this chapter. It's engaging and well-written and I no longer have any regrets about it.

Favorite POV Character:

Unexpectedly, I like writing Zelda the best. I love Link, and in the fandom as a whole I wouldn't even say Zelda is one of my favorite characters from the series. But I'm so comfortable writing Zelda. I mimic my own inner voice a lot when I write her. Plus I find it fun to write all of the behind-the-scenes work that goes into her politics.

Link is more difficult to write. He has a lot of thoughts that are far grander than what he can usually manage to communicate, and also can't read people like Zelda does. He doesn't notice minor shifts in facial expression or tone, except when it comes to Zelda, and then it's a very noticeable second sense and not just as subtle as something like "she said nervously" because he just doesn't pick it up the same way. Instead it's being hit by a wave of anxious nausea and realizing its coming from looking at her, that kind of thing.

Favorite Minor Character:

If I'm thinking only of how I write the characters, I always really enjoy writing Buliara in a scene. She has a great bluntness that's fun to play with. I'm also fascinated with her character since in a lot of ways her life reflects Link's, as the leader's personal guard, except her relationship with Makeela Riju is more maternal. Ex from Ch 25

“I love doing this,” Makeela sighed, tugging Zelda’s blond locks into a long braid. “It’s so relaxing. Buliara never lets me do her hair.” “I do not wish to be bald by fifty, thank you,” Buliara deadpanned from across the room.  It was a sentiment Zelda could very much appreciate as her scalp screamed under Makeela’s attention.

How My Writing Has Evolved:

I used to switch between present and past tense POV. Thankfully I didn't have many tense switches to edit out with this fic but like the wolf chapter is in present tense because of the action and I haven't changed it. I think it would take away from it to change it. But the rest of the series moving forward is in past tense only.

Another thing is that when I started out I was not so focused on flowery language. Then like five chapters in I decided, actually, this isn't good enough and needs to be way more poetic. I went super hard into editing, and then effectively paralyzed myself from moving forward. I wanted to write that good the first time, and that just wasn't possible. Writing like that 24/7 is HARD and I envy the amazing writers who can do that.

In the end I kind of just had to accept that the quality is allowed to change. If I really want to I can come back and edit like I did before. But its better to post something with slightly less flowery language than to let it rot in my docs because it didn't meet some imaginary standard I had set for myself.

Now I have a completely different system, too. I wrote nonstop for a month, no editing allowed, so I now have a backlog of chapters to sit on and slowly upload on a schedule I can handle. It works a lot better because I was going insane trying to work on it in a cycle of editing and breaks. By the time I got back to writing, I had forgotten the previous chapters. This way I can keep my flow.

Hardest Part:

So much of this is really, really hard. I've never written anything this long and it has been trying, but I wanted to prove to myself I could push through a novel-length work. And then I made it even worse by making it alternating POV with flowery prose and hella introspection.

I have several pages of outline. I have two huge flowcharts tracking Link and Zelda's characterizations. There is soooo much that goes into this. I've told my friends to slap me if I ever suggest doing something this complex ever again lol.

Generally, the hardest part is keeping my commitment. I'm someone who never stops having new ideas and I want to immediately jump to them. Historically I would get really excited about something and pump out three chapters then abandon it. When I created an AO3 account a year ago though I made a promise to myself that whatever I posted, I would finish. No abandoning.

I ended up taking a 6 month hiatus on this work. It was a rough time, with a lot of things very understandably causing me to step back. But I'm 2 months back to going strong, and hopeful for the year ahead.

New chapters post every 15th now, I just posted chapter 26 today. I'll be here through to the end. Here's to one year!

xoxo Lily

CURRENT STATS 2024-2025

Word Count: 67,956 Subs: 86 Hits: 8307 Kudos: 197 Comments: 85 Bookmarks: 97

[misc-obeyme]

I'm having so many thoughts and feelings about Obey Me! no longer receiving updates. I'm hoping it's kind of like what happened with another otome I used to play, Mystic Messenger and even if it doesn't get any updates it continues to be playable for the foreseeable future.

On another note since my own focus will probably shift to fan content for awhile, at least until I get my cards levelled up enough to catch up to the main story, I wanted to ask if you have any advice for other fanfic authors? I keep getting too nervous to post any headcanons or other fanfic content so I suppose I'm curious how you mange to.

-🦇🪐

I do think that it will continue to be playable for at least a little while. It didn't sound like they were going to shut down the apps entirely, but rather just stop updating them with new content. It's certainly been an unexpected turn of events for us, but it seems they've been planning it for a while.

Ohhh I love talking about writing related and fic posting stuff~

I think there are some important things you have to remember. The first is that writing fic should be something you do for fun. Absolutely you want to share it with the community and get notes and comments. But while you're writing it, you should be more focused on having fun doing the writing itself. A lot of people tell me they get nervous while they're writing and I'm like it's because you're still too in your head about sharing it.

Approach every fic as if you have no intention of sharing it. This is a mind game I play with myself. Of course I'm gonna post it, I almost always do. (Though there have been times when I was like nahhh this can just sit on my computer forever. Usually because it became too personal lol.) But the idea is that you always have a choice not to post it if you don't want to. This is how I write everything. I know deep down that I want to share it, but the sharing and exposure is something that will happen in the future. And I can always change my mind after it's written.

And no matter what, there will always be people in the fandom who want to read anything that you write. And they will give you likes and reblogs and sometimes tags and comments. I have never gotten a mean or angry comment on anything I've posted here.

When you actually post, you'll probably still be nervous and that's okay. Just take a deep breath, post your fic, and then go do something else for a while. You can do it right before going to bed like I used to or you can go to work or maybe play a video game, whatever, just don't sit there and think about it or like... check for notes constantly.

And remember that the first time is always the hardest! Exposure therapy is truly the answer to all such things. The more you do it, the easier it will become. Your writing deserves to be seen and I know there are people who will read it and love it. You can do it! I believe in you!

[tarmac-rat]

PER THE "NIGHT SKY" POST--

Hi there. My name is Seta LeCarpetron Flow, known shitposter for the hit 2020 video game Cyberpunk 2077 and generally-unwilling Tumblr funnyguy. If you've stumbled upon this post, congratulations! That means you've seen my shitpost about advertising in the night sky and decided to check out my blog, which eventually led you here. Here's a list of commonly asked questions I see about my shitpost that I thought I'd compile here for your enjoyment.

"Why did you do this?" -- this was a shitpost that escaped containment very quickly and with absolutely no warning.

"Never played the game, can you explain the joke to me?"-- In Night City, the game's setting, holographic advertisements are placed on the top of skyscrapers and scroll upwards for the citizens to look at. The response down below from "@/johnnysilverhandofficial" is a reference to the fact that in the game's canon, main character Johnny Silverhand commits an act of terrorism by blowing up the largest skyscraper in the city. It's a whole thing. The account tweeting, "@/NightCityWire", is the name of the YouTube show where devs of the game would give updates on its progress back when it was still being developed. 'Twitter for Holo' on the bottom is a reference to the fact that in the game, the characters use Holos to communication rather than cellphones.

"Why did you think this would be funny?"-- *'I don't know' noise*, I thought this was gonna hit like, 200 notes at most. The Cyberpunk fandom isn't that big.

"Is it based on something?"-- It's based on this exchange on Twitter that happened a couple of years ago, with a few copy edits. I usually credit inspirations and templates in my posts but again, did not think this post was going to blow up as much as it did.

"What even is the purpose of this blog?"-- CYPK2077 shitposting, generally. Occasionally writing, VP, whinging about lore, and complaining that I can't take photos on PC. The works.

"Are you a roleplay blog?"-- I have no fucking idea why people think this is a roleplay blog. This hardly qualifies as a roleplay shitpost. I don't roleplay. Stop telling people that I'm a roleplay blog in the tags, it's really goddamn annoying.

"Alright, so what's you're biggest issue, then?"-- My biggest issue is that people keep taking this post at face value without understanding the context. That's fine, I get it, the changes I made are not very noticeable and I probably edited it a bit too much, but I need to ensure people that this is a JOKE. It is not REAL. I cannot stress enough that this is a shitpost that got wildly out of hand and it's a little depressing that the state of the world is so whack that people look at this, go "yeah, that's real" and reblog it.

"Why are you making THIS post?"-- Because I've had to read thousands of tags on this post day in and day out lamenting the fall of society and our world's headlong rush towards capitalistic annihilation, and frankly, it kinda wears on me after a while. If I can get at least some person to look at this post and be like "Oh, okay, I get it now" before they reblog it at face value, then I'll consider this worth it in my eyes.

"You know this is kind of passive-aggressive, right?"-- yes, yes it is. But when you've had 27,000 people reblog the stupid shitpost you made in 20 minutes because you were bored at work and seen 95% of them take it out of context and/or make dumb assumptions about you based on it, you'd probably be a little Pass-Agro too.

Thank you for reading my FAQ on this blog's most popular shitpost. Never thought the day would come where I'd need to make this, but here we are.

[livmightlive]

Hi, I am here in your humble ask box to yap about your 2 adventures AU :)

Well, more like ask questions, but not important.

First, I'm currently writing a fic based on it (not finished, but ~3.7k words rn and not much left), starting with the 2nd adventure because it's fun and I wasn't in the mood to write Warriors suffering THAT much (he still is tho, but less, kinda)

Second, as I'm directly writing in your AU—and not just inspired or based on—I like to keep things as close to what you've said as possible, at least in the beggining.

...So, questions! No need to answer if you don't want to, or even just do a few of them, I was just wondering. I'll still be releasing the fic and @ you anyways, I just like to hear your opinion.

1. I made Four (called Minish early on in the fic) have changing eye color based on his mood, but the colors (characters) aren't present when merged. What do you think of them appearing? Are they all in Four's head? Take turns? Do they only exist when split? Are they sometimes there and sometimes not? Something else?

2. Four and Shadow relationship. Has Shadow existed? Is he dead? Alive? They dating/engaged/married/exes? If <-, is it only Vidow or Fourdow? Is he their housecat?

3. Any change of appearances outside of obvious height? I imagine then to look pretty close/the same to their original, especially those who's ages are close to or are often headcanoned to be close to their age in the comics.

Also if there's something special you want to mention for their 1 adv./2 adv. Say it under this question?

Also if Shadow how do you imagine he looks like?

4. Thoughts on Warriors ship? I usually don't really ship him with anyone, I sometimes put him with Artemis but mostly just so he's taken...Or go all out with Warrahim, but that needs more explaining than I usually bother with. Honestly, him dating a (male) OC had gone to mind a bit whilst writing, but I think I'm making it into another seperate fic than this one.

Either way, I was wondering if you had any ships of him in mind? Ofc it wouldn't be there immideatly, but something that could be built up when/if I—or others—decide to write in this AU.

Totally not because I was planning on writing Artemis x Impa in this AU. Nope. Not at all.

I probably have more questions that I've forgotten about, but I can leave that to another day.

There was a lot of ramblings about Four, but I love him so that isn't suprising. Even if you ignore this, I hope you have a great day/evening/night, and that you drink a lot of water and get your favorite snacks <3

Hello 💕

First of all this is so EXCITING!!! I feel so honored to have inspired you!! Omg I genuinely have chills 

And I’d like you to know that I am perfectly okay with you adapting my AU in any way you wish. I appreciate you giving me credit but I’d never post something without fully intending on sharing it! So please do whatever you wish! Don’t let me hold you back!

That being said though, I’m also really really excited to talk more about this AU! 

In the second half of the journey I think the colors appearing are fair game! I personally think that when they’re merged as Four they’re generally one person again. Like, they’re Four now. I kind of follow Steven Universe rules when it comes to Four for myself if you’ve ever watched the show 😭 but basically, when the colors merge as Four, they are a separate person while being a combination of theirselves if that makes sense? I think they still kind of have some kind of autonomy, like if Four were to pass a bookstore he might get a very sharp urge to go there that he might not normally have. In stressful situations I think his thoughts would fragment more. I like all different writings of Four though! Honestly, him going down more of the taking turns path might be more interesting in this story but I’d have to play with different ideas. 

As for Shadow… I forgot to think about him 😭 I think it depends on your opinion if he’s dead or alive… for a timeline, my headcanons teehee, Four went through his Four Sword Quest when he was somewhere between 14-16? I’m not entirely sure which age but teenager. Four reunites with the chain when he’s like… we can say 28? I believe Four would appreciate Shadow enough to want to bring him back or resurrect him. To save him from that fate. Whether or not 10 years is enough time for Four to save him is your judgement 👀. I think Vidow is real 😭 like it doesn’t even matter whether I ship it or not. I read the manga and those boys had something going on. I think when Four remerges the rest of the colors, and Four himself might love Shadow or at least really understand why Shadow does. Maybe it’s more complicated than just a matter of romantic love, duty, or respect. Maybe Shadow and Four has something weird… (but yea, I ship it. I’ll ship anything with a good enough plot)

Honestly for change in appearance, I don’t think much would change. Least of all for Twilight and Sky who don’t have any more quests. Hyrule might be a bit surprising, during his second quest he learns magic so maybe that does something to him. He also might be better fed by now, better at coping with the cult. Wild would be pretty drastic actually, he has scars now and a wild look to him. If you think he’s gone through totk maybe he’s missing an arm? As for Shadow, I think it’s funny when people keep his manga emo boy look, but that’s just me 🙂‍↕️

For Wars, I didn’t have a ship for him in mind, I honestly think he’d be a bit busy for anything like that, but at the same time if it works for him it works! I personally headcanon him as gay, I have nothing to base this off of. I think it’s the scarf. It whispers to me… but that being said, I’d never slander anybody’s ship or opinion. But also CRAAZZZY that you mention Impa x Artemis bc I love that ship. I think Artemis is also gay. WLW and MLM solidarity.

Please feel free to ask me anything you’d like!!! I love these types of talks more than anything. They really make my day! Please don’t be shy!

[scribblesbyb]

Mirroring in Dialogue: Why Don't Writers Do It?

A/N: This is a contemplative post. I had this thought come to me at random so I'm dishing it out here. It's not necessarily neat, so I appreciate the read. Feel free to give your two cents on this in the comments! - 🐝

Okay, so, I'm starting this post with a quick and funny anecdote; the one that inspired writing this.

A woman was next to me on the treadmill today, and while I don't pay attention to what others are doing (to be respectful and also to better focus on what I'm doing), I noticed every tiny movement I made, she mirrored.

I'd adjust my ponytail, and two seconds later, she's touching her hair. I'd pull my pants up, and she'd play with the hem of hers, making sure it was in place still.

This led me to remember sth I heard about in the TV show The Mentalist, and later read up on, namely mirroring.

I won't bore you with a long definition of what it is, so here's the short version: when humans interact, they may unconsciously mirror the movements, facial expressions, and body language of the other person.

It's the reason people claim 'if smb yawns or sneezes, you do, too' :D

With the exception of when high-functioning psychopaths and sociopaths do it, mirroring is actually kinda fun.

When I'm talking to smb I don't particularly enjoy conversing with, for instance, I'll start to touch my neck or eyebrows every few seconds and wait to see when they'll mirror the gesture. It's a neat game to play to pass the time wasted on talking to them lol.

But I digress. The main idea of this post is this: Why don't writers (us) do this when writing dialogue?

Certain genres have to be as close to reality as possible...and yet, mirroring is hardly present in dialogue. I've never seen one character touch their neck nervously and the other do the same. Usually, if both characters are nervous in this context, the other person will be doing sth else (tapping their fingers or shaking their leg, for ex.)

In my writing, for example, two characters can be smiling, but it's not necessarily mirroring, it's just that...the context allows for them both to be smiling.

As for any other kind of nonverbal expression, I don't ever recall having two characters mirror each other's body language/gestures...etc. just for the sake of the work being as realistic as possible.

Which brings me back to the why. My theory? Simple; it boils down to the 'willing suspension of disbelief'.

Frankly, I have never had a work of art ruined for me just because 'mirroring' wasn't a part of it :D

While it's a neat observation (at least I think so), it doesn't mean the paradigm has shifted. Mirroring isn't going to become a 'literary device or element' that writers have to suddenly keep in mind, like Metaphors or Conflict.

The way I see it? We, writers, can use mirroring to our advantage when we want to. A few examples include:

A character notices that their crush is mirroring their movements. Perhaps they like them too? Do they? Or is it just normal? >.<

Your character is a psychologist/or has knowledge of mirroring (like in the case of The Mentalist) and makes a point to show others/note that someone is/isn't mirroring

A character that knows of mirroring and uses it to pass the time when talking to someone they dislike/a person that won't stop talking...etc. (like yours truly does :D)

A manipulative character that uses mirroring to get their victims to do what they want and control them better.

Got more ideas? Shoot them in the comments, I'd love to hear them!

If you stuck around this far, you're a real one; thank you! 💐

A/N: Can't stress this enough, but please, please, please, if you have sth to add or a takeaway from this, I'd love to read it! I love to learn, and I believe everyone has sth to offer, so go ahead and don't be shy lol Love, B 🐝

[itscocochuu-blog]

Starting (Over?)

First off, Yippeeee.. Here's the First Post!!

It's 2024 and like the previous years, a lot of what I initially planned for myself did not push through. I started the year with a bunch of goals and stuff that I thought I was gonna be able to get up and going and start making progress with throughout the year, but..

Life happens. About around late February or March, I could already feel my mental health start to decline again little by little; the most notable sign for me is usually the intense time blindness and when the days start melting together and I can't tell how much time has passed anymore. Another thing would be the intense bedrot, where if I wasn't working or doing something around the house, I would just spend all my free time in bed or asleep. I didn't even want to do things like draw or play games anymore. It got worse by April where it hit the hardest and I had a bad relapse that took some time to recover from.

Then around the last week of April, I decided: I'm Tired. I'm tired of being stuck in bed feeling sad and miserable. I'm tired of being stuck where I am because of my fear of doing things because I'm already thinking of the many ways it could fail and go south.

So, what did I do? I took the first few steps out of my comfort zone: I started building a new me; making a new persona and actually write down things that I wanted to do and planned them out. I was trying to envision and dream about things I was looking forward to doing again. I made new accounts, I looked for software alternatives that were easily accessible for me and my current setup and I did a lot of research for things I didn't know how to do yet.

And now voila! ✨

Here's one of the few things I decided to finally do: Create a blog where I could document and talk about things that I learn on this (sort of) new journey or just yap about.

I'm not new to social media or the internet, I've been through those things for years at this point, but the thing that'll be new(ish?) for me is to actually document and post about things. See, I have a tendency to save or make stuff, but I never really share them with anyone but myself and a few close friends. I did it a while back around pandemic but then I felt too pressured to continue so I deleted a bunch of things from a lot of my socials.

No more of that. ❌

I was always thinking "eh, this isn't really worth posting anyway.." so I never posted anything. My IRL accounts are pretty much empty except for shared content from other people, never my own.

So, here's to starting over and trying again. ✨

I have a vague idea of the things I want to happen, and I'm doing my best right now planning everything out despite all the roadblocks!

I'm both really excited and really nervous but I'll do my best to have fun on this journey. ❣️