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magnificentcenturyfics · 1 year ago

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Woah!!! A MC fanfiction account! I love your Suleiman x Hurrem work I’ve seen! About massage and love and horniness, so fun and hot! Can you maybe do Suleiman x Ibrahim, or (ah, my ot3) Suleiman x Ibrahim x Hurrem? With first — a night of violin playing, maybe poetry, and kisses — hands, in obedience and hidden need, or lips, because, well some things can’t stay hidden forever. And if second — I would live literally absolutely anything, I have yet seen one (1) work about it, but oh, Ibrahim and Hurrem “teaming up” on Suleiman, again, with laughter and kisses and banter. I really want something happy right now. (Sorry, English is not my native language, so my descriptions suck)

*sigh* Ask and you shall receive.

I am very sorry for the relative lack of main action here. A porn with plot, except the plot only starts and to be honest, there's not that much porn here either (I mean, enough for an explicit rating, but still). Also, is it dubious consent if you are just as hammered as your target? Anyway, an Ibrahim/Süleyman oneshot where Ibrahim is willing to anything, and I mean ANYTHING to defeat Hürrem...

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Two uninterrupted days and nights with sultan. Knocking Mahidevran off her Thursday throne. Numerous gifts, including ones made by Süleyman himself. Exhalted love poems Ibrahim found whenever he stole a glance at sultan’s work table before Süleyman managed to hide them. And, lest he forgot, two children in two years; at this rate, a prince might already be on its way.

Hürrem needed to be stopped.

Of course, that was more easily said than done. Valide sultan would have him throw pliable young bodies under the sultan untill he likes one better than the one Hürrem has, but Ibrahim knew that would never happen. So what if they are beautiful? So is Hürrem. So what if they are personable? So is Hürrem (at least to the sultan, she was an enormous bitch to everyone else). So what if they are clever? If Süleyman wanted clever, he would never fall madly in love with Mahidevran, let alone Hürrem. They needed something more, something that Hürrem had, but no other woman that Süleyman had ever been with did – the sheer, unbridled audacity, and in a way that would register as endearing rather than insulting to His Majesty at that. Ibrahim would wear his eyes and shoes down before he found such a woman at harem or a slave market, and in the meantime Hürrem grew more powerful and dangerous with every night she spent with Süleyman.

Well, he supposed, if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.

And sure, it won’t be easy on him. The entire time he considered this plan, he was thinking of Hatice. But let’s face it, he wasn’t ever going to get Hatice – and if that was the case, he was ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

He found the perfect opportunity to strike one night. They just finished working and in the usual case, Süleyman would call for Hürrem or simply go to sleep, too tired to perform. Ibrahim wanted to make sure he did neither this time. So, as Süleyman got up from the table, Ibrahim said in as casual a tone as possible. „I would like to spend one night with you sometimes.“

Süleyman shot him an expression that told him in no uncertain terms that what he said was just plain weird (as if Ibrahim didn’t know).

„In conversation, I mean! You know I sleep alone every night, Your Majesty, and the loneliness can be truly crushing.“

„We’ll find you a wife, then.“

Ibrahim laughed; he decided to treat it as a joke despite nothing in Süleyman’s expression indicating such a thing.

Luckily, Süleyman decided not to follow up on that. Instead, he cast a longing glance at the door, then turned back to Ibrahim. „Would one night truly satisfy you?“

„I can bring wine, Your Majesty. Kamran agha, a former servant of yours from Manisa, if you remember him... Well, he owns a vineyard in Cephalonia, and he gifted me a bottle, so that I might tell all of my friends about its quality.“ Well, there went the stuff he wanted to serve at his wedding... Which he wasn’t having anytime soon, so what gives.

Süleyman’s face brightened. „Why didn’t you start with that?! Go to your room, Ibrahim, and bring that wine at once!“

He didn’t start with that because, frankly, he didn’t think this trough very well.

A few minutes later, Ibrahim was filling Süleyman’s cups with the generosity of a man who always has more wine (he didn’t, but the pretense was necessary to maintain at the moment). Wine always made Süleyman more cheerful, chattier and, at least untill the alcohol-induced impotency kicked in, sluttier; under normal circumstances, it took the form of bawdy songs and jokes, but Ibrahim knew he could go further if he really wanted to, and in the absence of a pretty concubine (who hopefully was smart enough to not spread the news of the vices His Majesty partook in)... Who’s to say?

They sat on the terrace, sharing gossip about pashas with only a thin veneer of „well, sultan simply must have up-to-date knowledge of the activities of his high officials, no?“. A staggeringly short amount of time later, half of the bottle was gone, and sultan leaned towards Ibrahim in an intimate gesture that Ibrahim’s tipsy brain wanted to use several times as a segway to a kiss. Only then did he manage to find a good conversation topic for his purposes. „They say – Majesty I am not saying it’s true, I don’t think it is, it’s certainly slander of your most faithful official besides me – ahem, I mean, they say Bostanci Mehmet pasha likes young boys.“

Süleyman looked like he was thinking, but considering the stage of his drunkenness (which continued to get more severe as Ibrahim kept filling his cup and he continued to sip it eagerly) that was unlikely to actually be the case. „Why?“

„What?“

„Why are they saying it?“

„Well, he has a lot of very handsome men in his service, and isn’t married, and people say a healthy man can’t go that long without... Ahem...“

„He has no concubines, then?“

„Noone knows! He certainly doesn’t brag about it. Or he could seek out the services of prostitutes...“

„Of what gender?“

Ibrahim’s face lit up. „Ahhh! You see, that is a very good question, Your Majesty! I myself felt tempted, a couple of times...“

Süleyman lifted his eyebrows. „Have you?“

„I never went trough with it, but a man cannot help but wonder. Have you ever?“

„What? Consider sodomy? Hardly.“

„B-because... You see, there is one man, and one man only...“

„A prostitute?“

„No! Oh, Allah...“

Ibrahim’s alcohol-blunted judgement took this for an ideal opportunity to strike. He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss on Süleyman’s lips, but they, sadly, remained unresponsive. Instead, when he pulled out of it, Süleyman’s face was confused and a little offended. „What are you doing?!“

„Sire, I...“

„Have you ever kissed anyone?! Because that’s not how you do it!“

„Well, sire, I have, but it was solely in a professional setting, so to speak, and obviously prostitutes...“

His drunken idiocy was mercifully stopped by Süleyman’s kiss. The experience was undescribable; Süleyman truly could kiss like noone. Years of practice, he supposed, but the passion obvious in every brush of his lips still flattered Ibrahim immensely. He nonetheless wasn’t prepared for Süleyman’s tongue that surreptitiously slipped in between his lips like some small animal under a fence. His hand flew onto Süleyman’s cheek as if of its own will, at which point Süleyman deepened the kiss even further. Eventually, they had to break it up, and as they did, Ibrahim saw Süleyman’s eyes blazing in victory. Ibrahim, afraid of Süleyman coming to his senses, climbed onto his lap and started kissing him in the same manner Süleyman previously kissed Ibrahim. A startled noise escaped the hasodabaşi when Süleyman grabbed his ass with the lustfulness of, well, tipsy sultan Süleyman. Sultan was at least able to think straight (pun not intended) enough to part his lips from Ibrahim’s and murmur. “Let’s go inside.”

Ibrahim readily jumped from his lap and followed him inside the chamber, where Süleyman’s expression unfortunately grew embarrassed. His returning sanity was confirmed by what he said next. “Pargali… It’s getting late. We should be in bed by now.”

Ibrahim was gripped with desperation; a scheme failing was one thing, but what if Süleyman decides that he doesn’t need a man whom he had kissed in his vicinity, because of the shame if not the temptation? With this thought, he dropped to his knees and started kissing Süleyman’s hands desperately. “Sire, please, don’t send me away just yet… I can serve you in a manner no man or a woman had served you before, devote myself to you so completely as if your needs were my needs and your body was my own. No sultan has ever had a servant as faithful as I aim to be to you. Had I not saved your life several times? Had I not put my body between you and the assassin’s knife? I have no…”

“Thank you, Ibrahim, that’s quite enough.” said Süleyman in an almost amused tone. “Go back a little, please. What do you mean by service, exactly?”

“Whatever you ask for, Your Majesty! All of my body is yours – my hands, lips… Just everything.”

Süleyman turned his gaze from Ibrahim’s face, thinking, before eventually opening his mouth again with an intrigued expression. “All of it, you say?”

“Indeed!”

“And if I ask you to not question my orders or say anything to anyone…”

“Your secrets are safe with me, my sultan. Have they not always been?”

“Undress, then.”

Ibrahim happily obliged, though he was somewhat worried of what comes next. No matter. If the things get though, he’ll just think of Hürrem’s face when she learns Ibrahim has entered a direct competition with her. She can never be sultan’s bitch quite like-

“So!”

Süleyman’s voice tore Ibrahim away from his revelry. Only then did he realize Süleyman was already naked as well. He braced himself for truly anything Süleyman could ask of him in situation… Well, except what Süleyman actually did ask for.

“Are you ready to serve?”

“I am!”

“No, you’re not.”

Ibrahim winced. “Come again?”

Süleyman sighed and came to Ibrahim, kissing him once again. Ibrahim kissed him back with great pleasure, slowly realizing just how good he can feel – and he felt even better with his hand stroking Ibrahim’s privates. Pargali gave off a moan of pleasure, slightly trembling when Süleyman stepped away, then further and further…

Walking backwards, Süleyman walked into the bedframe, swearing upon hitting it. He fixed his gaze on Ibrahim’s erect penis, then turned around and laid his hands on the bed, ending up on all fours in technical terms, though not in spirit. “You said you would do anything and that all of your body belongs to me, correct?”

“Yes, sire.”

“Well then.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

“Your penis is also part of your body, if I am not mistaken.”

“Yes, but… What am I supposed to do with it?” He knew it. He could at least tell from Süleyman’s stance. His eyes saw, but his mind boggled too much to admit it.

“Ibrahim, you dense clown. There’s a small bottle of rose oil in the bath. I sincerely hope I do not need to spell it out for you any more than that…”

Ibrahim slowed started blinking again as Süleyman turned back towards him with a stern expression. “But… Why? You’re the sultan of the whole world, kalif of islam…”

“Ibrahim I swear, stop mentioning religion in this of all moments…”

“What I am saying is – why?! Of all the things I might offer to you, why this?!”

“Curiosity, my dear. There’s nothing more to it. I’ve penetrated before, I know how it feels. But to be penetrated… Well, that’s something I can only experience with you.”

Ibrahim’s eyes lit up in excitement. Even in his wildest dreams he could not imagine this night going as well as it did. “It would be an honour for me to show you, then.”

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When Ibrahim walked away from sultan’s chambers in the morning, he met Hürrem in those red dress of hers that must’ve driven Süleyman mad whenever he was about to spend a night with her. He gave her a smirk, but walked away from her before she could say anything. The image of what her reaction might be had she known of the last night made him almost giddy.

Fuck Hürrem sultan.

And fuck Hatice.

From now on, he and Süleyman needed noone else. And should he still doubt it, Ibrahim was ready was ready to fight for this truth with the same tenacity Hürrem fought for her own supremacy in sultan’s bedchamber.

The game was now well and truly on.

#magnificent century #ibrahim pasha #sultan süleyman

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medium-kat07 · 3 years ago

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hi I noticed u were doing song analysis for pumpkin duo too so I thought I'd recommend Choking The Cherry by Poe as a pumpkinduo song in Quackity's pov no pressure tho :)

Tw: talk of sex, talk of objectification

HEY MAN DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'RE CHOKING THE CHERRYYYY

sorry i really like this song damn- I might be interpreting it wrong but here's what I think of in terms of c!pumpkinduo;

Ok so "A voice my head It cuts me down in I try to shut it up but I can't let it go (oh!)"

"It sounds a lot like you do Always saying shit I know it's not true It sucks me in It spits me out"

The voice is probably Schlatt, or what's left of him to Quackity long after he's dead. Q's own mind is objectifying and insulting him as a way to make up for the loss of Schlatt and that's so real lmao

Also I had to look up what "cherry choking" was and yep it's a sex thing. Called it. Fitting for those bastards lmao, a lot of ppl hc that their relationship was mostly sexual, and i wouldn't be surprised bc most of what we saw on screen of c!q and c!schlatt was schlatt just equating q's sex appeal to his worth so. Yeah

"Woah man don't you know you're choking the cherry I'm frustrated why don't you get off my back Hey man don't you know you're the choking the cherry Hey man you know I deserve better than that One day I may just leave you far behind me"

The thing about them is this isn't a situation where Q is gaslit, or where he thinks Schlatt is right. He's very very aware that Schlatt is objectifying him and he's very clearly against it, but he doesn't leave due to pressure and a futile attempt to reason that maybe, maybe all the bad shit is worth it for the sex and for the political place. I think deep down he's scared to leave, but he's not one to admit it. He even threatens to leave, hoping it will get Schlatt to act better, but the guy simply could not care less.

Honestly i want to just pick them apart under a microscope bro this song and them is so... Aughhh

And the general feel of the song as well, the kind of whiny guitar and almost radio-ish quality to the lyrics on verses, as well as the rich drums and bass is just so great 💕 it's them!!

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strawberry--bride · 3 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sharon’s Route [MANIAC 04]

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Bathroom

Sharon: ( It’s been a while since I last got to have some quality me-time. )

( But I’m really looking forward to trying out the new bath products I purchased. )

( Speaking of which, the tub should be filled by now... )

*SPLASH*

...Eh?

She turns around.

Sharon: Wha...!?

Shuu: ...

Sharon: ( S-Shuu-san...!? When did he get in here!? I didn’t hear any footsteps at all!? )

Um...Shuu-san?

Shuu: ...What? Can’t you see I’m trying to listen to my Rachmaninov?

Sharon: Ah, I’m sorry!

It’s justーー I was kind of going to use the tub myself...

( I already put the bath salts in as well... )

Shuu: I can tell.

Sharon: Huh?

She looks down, only now realizing her lack of clothing.

Sharon: ...!!

She quickly covers up with both arms.

Sharon: C-Can you blame me...!? I was about to take a bath after all!

( That being said, Shuu-san’s fully clothed per usual... )

( Although I’m kind of grateful for that right now. )

Shuu: ...What’s stopping you then?

You might catch a cold if you keep standing there like that.

Sharon: Wha...!? Are you offering to...?

Shuu: Heh. Why are you getting all embarrassed?

We’ve done much more amazing things before, haven’t we?

Or have you already forgotten?

Sharon: ...!

She subconsciously touches the bite marks still faintly visible on her skin.

Sharon: I-I think I’ll pass after aー

*Rustle*

Sharon: ( ...He grabbed my arm!? )

Kyah!

*SPLASH*

Sharon: Cough, cough...!

Shuu: There we go. That wasn’t that hard now, was it?

Sharon: Uu...

( I can’t believe he pulled me in the tub... )

Shuu: Heeh...You don’t look half bad with your wet hair sticking to your skin.

Are you trying to seduce me like this? You lewd woman.

Sharon: ( So far for enjoying some ‘me-time’ today... )

...Ah.

( Speaking of hair... )

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: Hm...?

Sharon: There it is!

( I bought a new shampoo to try as well. Of course, it’s strawberry-scented. )

Shuu: Oi. What are you doing? I can’t concentrate on the music when you’re constantly fidgeting around.

Sharon: I was thinking of washing my hair. ...Oh! Should I wash yours as well while I’m at it?

Shuu: Haah...?

Sharon: I mean, you’re in the tub now anyway, so might as well, right?

( All of the brothers do have very nice-looking hair, so I assume they take decent care of it. )

Shuu: You sure love meddling with other people’s affairs, don’t you?

Just so you know, I’m not returning the favor.

Wash my hair all you want, but I’m not lifting a single finger.

Sharon: Sure, sure~ I didn’t expect you to either way.

*Splash*

Sharon: ( Woah...Just as I thought, Shuu-san has really pretty hair. It looks even softer from up close. )

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: ...

Sharon: Does it feel nice?

Shuu: Not particularly...It feels no different from when I do it myself.

Sharon: Right...

( Well, I suppose that’s the reaction I should have expected... )

*TIMESKIP*

*Psshh*

Sharon: There you go, all done!

( In the end, he let me finish washing his hair without too many complaints. )

Shuu: Heeh...Should I reward you for your hard work?

Sharon: Eh?

*Splash*

Sharon: Wah...!

Shuu: I know exactly what will make you happy too...

Sharon: S-Shuu-san...!?

( I can feel the tip of his fangs against my throat...! )

Shuu: Nn...

Sharon: ーー Kuh!!

Shuu: Nn...Mm...

Sharon: How is this...a reward...?

Shuu: ...Hah.

What do you mean? I’ve only sucked a little, yet you’ve already got that ecstatic look in your eyes.

You love this. Don’t even try to deny it.

Sharon: ...

( I don’t, right...? )

( Who in their right mind would enjoy having their blood sucked? )

*Splash*

Sharon: ...Eh? Shuu-san?

Shuu: I’m getting out.

Sucking your blood made me sleepy. Besides, it’s almost time.

Last time I was late, Reiji wouldn’t get off my case for the rest of the evening, so I’d rather avoid that this time.

Sharon: ‘Time’...?

Shuu: Did you forget? The dinner banquet.

...Honestly, I don’t get the point behind them. Father insists on it though, and Reiji would never go against what that man says.

Sharon: ( Ah...! I almost forgot! )

( In that case, I better make haste as well... )

( I hope I’ll still have enough time left to properly dry my hair... )

Ah, Shuu-san! You should make sure to dry your hair as weー

Eh?

...

He’s gone.

( He’s definitely not going to do it himself, huh? )

( Oh well, at least Vampires don’t catch colds. )

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Dining Hall

*Cling cling*

Sharon: ...

( I wonder why...? )

( Everyone’s looking at Shuu-san for some reason... )

Laito: Nfu~ ...Is it just me, or does Shuu smell kind of different today~?

Kanato: Exactly. This sweet fragrance...

Ayato: He smells just like Ichigo Pantsu!

Subaru: Che...

Reiji: Haah...

Shuu: ...

Sharon: ( Like me..? ーー Ah...!! Because we used the same shampoo! )

That’s becauseーー

Shuu: Heeh...You’re actually going to tell them?

You lewd woman. You really have no shame do you?

Laito: Oh my, oh my, oh my...~? Could it be...~?

Reiji: Good grief. Do not talk about such vulgar matters at the dinner table.

Sharon: ...Eh!? No, wait!

( They definitely got the wrong ideaーー!! )

ーー MANIAC 04: END ーー

<- [ Maniac 03 ] [ Maniac 05 ] ->

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers custom route #sharon's route #(( I had to do a Shuron chapter featuring the bathroom ))#(( because Shuu's bath tub scenes are just so iconic :p ))

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a-hidden-weeb-an-open-queer · 4 years ago

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Yo whores, bros, and other nonbinary folks, Naruto? Yeah that shit is shit. Sorry >.<

Big shocker when I say this, but the systems in Naruto make little to no sense. From the hospital system to the education system, all of it SUCKS.

And one of the biggest offender is ANBU - yea those bitches.

ANBU are suppose to be the eliet, the best of the best, the type of soldiers that follow all orders and can kill with their pinkies.

Woah. Weird. Because what we get are little pussies.

In order to keep my sanity, I've convinced myself that it's done on purpose - because pointing out bad writing is more boring then desperately trying to excuse bad writing in the form of head canons and theories.

You cannot tell me otherwise that the ANBU was created by a drunk Hashirama and everyone just went, "you got it, boss man."

The system is so deeply flawed that it's getting soldiers killed - good soldiers. And when you run out of quality, you replace it with quantity.

The ANBU is built to accept the highest portion of people who are willing to sell their souls to their government. The way to do this is easy, you make the test easy - that's right, it's all a lie hoes.

Now, how do I know that Hashirama drunkly came up with this system? Well...i dont because SOMEONE doesn't give us good historical backstories - but I theorize this is how it went down.

BECAUSE NONE OF IT MAKES ANY SENSE.

First of all, why the masks?

"B-but Weeb-san, the masks are to identify and give a persona to ANBU soldiers"

Incorrect, ignorant fake person who I made up for this argument.

You see, you don't want your unidentifiable ops to be...identify. We know that ANBU ops keep the same mask all throughout their career, so what's stopping a gossiping citizen from recognizing the same ANBU? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I bet my whole ass that there would be an underground Bingo book about ANBU ops, because oh, look at that: All it takes is a single person to record an ANBU's mask and abilities to completely nullify the whole point of ANBU.

The people who need to be identifying the ANBU are the same people who allowed to know the identities of ANBU - making the whole mask system fucking pointless.

Now, look, I'll admit that the whole 'adopting a persona to make you feel less shitty about murdering an entire family' is a valid argument - IF their personas wasn't so obvious.

So here's what you should do to fix it:

Keep the mask idea, but have them all be the same.

Keep the personable names, but allow them to be assigned by an overseeing captain or be personally choose - it's important to have these names to be personal and not just numbers; an easy way to forget who you are and going insane is by being completely stripped of who you are.

Oh. By the way, it's super easy to identify people outside of ANBU masks.

An example: when Kakashi was in ANBU, his hair and voice was unchanged.

How the fuck did no one go: "huh, it might be easy to identify this literal child genius based off his squeaky voice and weird ass hair. We should probably hide it with THE LITERAL HUNDREDS OF JUTSU THAT WERE CREATED EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON."

Oh, and right, let's not forget the tattoos.

No, you didn't hear me incorrect: the organization that no one is suppose to be aware that you're apart of gives you a tattoo. A tattoo. Right.

Can you guess where they're suppose to go? That's right bitch, on the shoulder. Right. Sure. Okay.

What, are ANBU suppose to fuck with their shirt on for the rest of their life? Oh sorry, I forgot the ANBU actively discourages having a life outside of being mindless shoulder because that's defiantly not a recipe for disaster - my bad.

"Oh but Weeb-san this is so they can assure that no one can copy and pretend to be an ANBU."

Yes, yes, I'm aware that the ANBU typical unform shows the shoulders. That's great. Sadly, there is a magical system in place which literally have zero limitations - looking at you space rabbit. Trust me, a tattoo is not the solution here.

So how do we fix this:

Add seals to the back of the mask to make it A.) Impossible to remove without the correct hand seals (which should change weekly btw) B.) Makes all voices monotone and androgynous.

Use the magic system. Please for fucks sake, use it. Everyone should have the same appearance; looking badass isn't an excuse for being a dumbass.

The tattoo system is in place to avoid the ANBU from being infiltrated. Allow me to quickly say: infiltrating ANBU will have to be done by someone who has inside information - the ANBU literally have their own sign language. Plus, I'm sure the members are close enough to realize when someone isn't suppose to be there. Overall, the tattoo system is fucking pointless. Just get rid of it.

Some headcanons~

Therapy. Seriously. There should be a mandatory check up every three months. You're telling me we have a whole clan who specialize in mental health and we aren't going to use them? Fucking dumbass.

ANBU headquarters should hold everything a person would need: sleeping quarters, cafeteria, medic area, and rec area. For most ANBU this is a life style; it makes no sense to force PTSD riddle, lonely soldiers into normal population unless they actively choose it.

I do believe this is cannon-ish, but teams should created for a single specialization.

There should be captain and co-captain; this is just to assure that a dumbass decision isn't made. Or teams should have a voting system.

Retirement should be encourage. Shocker, but having a useless teammate is very dangerous. If someone is incapable of continuing in ANBU they should be discharged and put into a different branch where they can be even more useful.

ANBU should be a very respectful position and shouldn't be taboo to talk about or anti-famous. This is less about the organization and more about how the public perceives them - I just find it very weird that being ANBU isn't idolized by children or lower ranked shinobi.

I defiantly forgot a few points, but honestly who gives two shits? I'll just edit it later lmao.

See you later, sexy mamas~

Xoxo

#i wrote this for me fuck y'all #sorry that was mean #kindly fuck y'all #naruto #naruto rant #anbu #anbu makes no sense sorry babes #yes i did write this full rant because im a weeb who writes fanfiction #whats it to you?#i drank three coffees and its almost 12 am #headcanon #author doesnt know the difference between cannon and canon and refuses to google it #revisting your childhood animes and pointing out why they are shit #wow this was long #i regret nothing but my ability to write #point put my flaws and i will stab you #love you all

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kyber-kisses · 5 years ago

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Southern Nights

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, sad!boi dean hours, very slight canon divergence.

Summary: When the British men of letters start killing American hunters, Dean panics for the readers safety.

A/n: had this idea tumbling around in my head for awhile and finally decided to write it. Hope y’all enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! (I also based this off of Flower Power by Greta Van Fleet so go and give it a listen!)

Things had not being going smoothly to say the least. Not smoothly at all.

Taking a deep breath Dean rested his body weight against the drivers side door of Baby, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he waited for Sam to finish up his phone calls. Thirty minutes ago they had walked out of the morgue from seeing Eileen's body and now apparently their mother was missing.

“Are you done yet?” Dean sighed, holding up his wrist to check his watch impatiently. The only answer he got from Sam was a finger being held up, telling him to give him another minute.

Another groan and Dean was letting his head fall back against the roof of the car. A minute later he heard Sam saying his goodbyes followed by a click and he was lifting his head up again.

“Well?”

“So, yeah- I’ve finished calling around about all the hunters who’ve died in the past few weeks. And um-“

“And um what?”

“They’ve all had years of experience. If this really is the British men of letters, I think their trying to wipe out American hunters.” Sam explained, watching Deans face for a reaction. The older Winchester pinched the bridge of his nose,eyes squeezed shut, no doubt frustrated with the whole situation.

“Oh well that’s just fan-freakin-tastic.”

Another few seconds past and then Deans eyes snapped back open, Jade irises now wide as he pushed himself away from the car.

“Shit, Y/N.”

Immediately understanding where Deans mind was going, Sam was already rounding the side of the vehicle to get to the passenger door. “When was the last time you talked to her?”

“I don’t know, four weeks ago- maybe five?” Dean spoke quickly, yanking open his own door and quickly sliding in, keys already in the ignition. “Try calling her. We need to make sure she’s alright.”

Tapping furiously at his screen, Sam nodded as he pressed the device to his ear. “Already on it.”

Dean was back on the road and driving before he even had a destination, his eyes darting between the asphalt and Sam as he waited for an answer.

“Anything?”

Shaking his head, Sam pulled the phone a away from his ear, flinching when Dean let out a string of curses. “Damn it, here-“ taking a hand off the wheel he fished his own phone out, tossing it across the seat towards his brother. “Try mine.”

The hunter waited in agonizing silence for another minute or so before Sam shook his head once more. “Nothing again.”

It took everything in Dean not to hit his head against the steering wheel in frustration in that moment. He needed to know that you were safe. That you were still alive and well. “Fuck- okay. Um, try calling Jody. She might know where she is.”

You and Dean were complicated to say the least. The two of you had crossed paths and become friends a lifetime ago and nothing had ever been the same since. It was easy to see by anyone that You and Dean had feelings for each other, but even after years of friendship neither of you had ever truly acted on it. Sure there were the knowing glances and smiles, and the occasional instance where the two of you found your fingers tangled together, but that was it. No more. No less. Probably because internally you both knew that this life wasn’t made for romance.

But that didn’t stop Dean from loving you. Not at all.

Dean focused his eyes back on the paint strips in the center of the road, trying to ease himself. It wasn't unusual for you to go radio silent for weeks on end. You had a busy schedule, never quite standing still enough to catch a breath before rushing off on another case, but with everything happening, Dean was worried.

Dean considered you to be a wild, energetic type. You were the type that loved diving head first into anything you found interesting. Sometimes you decided to learn a new language just for the hell of it or pick up a random hobby like archery. There was something about moving that you had always loved. You were drawn towards instability the way magma's drawn through cracks in the earth. Even when you were younger, you had had a quality that sucked people in, made people flock to you as if you were some emissary from the land of glamour. (Dean knew that truth though, you like most hunters came from a shrinky dink town in the middle of nowhere USA. . . The farthest thing from glamour.) Dean remembered when they had first found the bunker and offered you to stay with them. You had hissed a little through your teeth, before politely declining. Sure, you stopped in every once in awhile and stayed a week or two but never longer.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean watched as Sam talked softly to Jody on the phone, his brother letting out light hums and nods as he jotted some stuff down on the back of an old fast food napkin. A moment later he was thanking the sheriff and hanging up.

“She got anything?”

“Kind of. She says she hasn’t heard from her in a few weeks either, but last time she checked Y/N was hunkered down in some place outside of Fairhope, Alabama. She had been working a rugaru case but that was the last she heard of her.” Sam explained with a light shrug.

“Okay, alright.” Dean nodded, glancing back over at his brother. “What do you have written down?”

“An address. Jody said if we go looking for her to start here. She thinks this is where she was staying.”

Leaning slightly over, he read the messy scribbles on the napkin before nodding and looking at the clock. “Alright, if I gun I think I can get us there by evening tomorrow.”

His brother gave him a solid nod before plugging the coordinates into his phones GPS, and giving him the first set of directions. The only thoughts running the older Winchesters head being please be alive. You need to be alive. Because if the British men of letters found you and did something to you, he would never forgive himself.

*. *. *. *. *. *. *.

Dean managed to hit it spot on because a day and a half later he and Sam were quickly lurching to a stop at the end of an old dirt driveway as dusk began to settle. The sky turning to a deep shade of blue as the sun went down, taking the dusty pinks and oranges of the sunset with it. The first fireflies could be seen through the trees, and Just beyond the house, the grass sloped down to the calm waters of the Mobile bay.

The tires crunched loudly against the gravel before Dean slammed the breaks and threw the impala into park, practically vaulting out of the vehicle at the sight of your car.

“Y/N!”

For the past several hours fear had begun its agonizing and chilling climb up Deans spine and now that he was finally at the end of the GPS route he was terrified of what he might find.

No answer.

Dean was frantic as he and Sam bolted up the steps of the massive front porch, throwing open the old screen door probably with enough force that it should have been pulled from its hinges. “Y/N, Dammit!”

luckily the open layout of the house was easy to navigate and Dean quickly found no signs of forced entry or a struggle. All your stuff was still here though, he recognized your backpack and laptop along with one of your canvas jackets.

That’s when he saw the flicker of firelight just beyond the window, music seeping through a partially open one. Quickly pushing past Sam he kicked open the back door and rushed out.

unfortunately the sound scared the hell out of you and you were falling out of your hammock, hand flying to your chest as if to stave off a heart attack.

“What the fuck?!’

“Y/N!” Instant relief rushed over Dean at the sight of you unscathed before him, sitting startled in the grass, the firelight from the pit giving you a sort of glow. . . but that feeling was quickly ripped away and replaced by anger as he clenched his jaw and walked closer. “What the hell Y/N?! You ever heard of picking up a damn phone?!”

On top of being startled to death you now had to add confusion, your eyebrows raising as you pushed yourself off the ground and crossed your arms, watching as the elder brother stormed across the grass, Sam slowly following behind.

“Excuse me?”

“Both Sam and I have been trying to call you! The least you could do is call us back if you don’t pick up originally!”

Holding a hand up in defense you stared down the jade eyed hunter. As surprised as you were to see him, you were beyond confused at his rage. “Woah, calm the fuck down. What the hell crawled up your ass?”

“Do you have any idea what’s been going on these past few days?!”

You gave him one of your famous are you kidding me looks before moving down a step. “I’m sitting in a hammock and drinking, Dean. Does it look like I fuckin know?”

“I was afraid you were dead!”

“Well clearly-“ you gestured time yourself. “I am not, now you mind calming down and telling me what’s going on and how the hell you found me?”

Deans jaw clenched before he sharply inhaled through his nose, whipping around to look at his brother as if saying “can you believe this woman?” As much as he loved you, you could be infuriating at times.

“Only if you tell me why the hell your playing house in some small ass southern town!”

“Fine, fine.”you nodded, raising your hands in defeat. A moment passed before Dean let his shoulders fall and walked closer, only to sink down onto one of the wooden seats of the picinic table, Sam close behind. Leaning against the trunk of the tree besides you, you let an uncomfortable silence fall between you and Dean as he looked around at the surroundings, Sam unfortunately caught in the middle of it.

“Sorry, Y/N. I have no idea why he’s in such a mood.” Sam tried.

“It’s fine, Sam. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with an angry Dean before.” You gave him a small smile before reaching for your glass of peach whiskey.

“Really, Alabama? Alabama?” Looking back towards you, Dean gave you weird look as if judging your taste.

“What? I like the humidity. Plus, this place is quiet.” You shrugged. “Now please fill me in on why you felt the need to track me down and check in on me, because dudes, you’ve never once done that before.”

The two shared a look before Sam let out a sigh, crossing his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees. “It’s the British men of letters.”

“Oh fantastic, what do those tea sipping idiots want now?”

“It’s not what they want, it’s what they’re doing.”

Another wave of silence.

“Okayyy. You care to elaborate?”

“They’re killing off American hunters. Hunters with years of experience under their belt. They’ve already killed Eileen, and we think they might have mom.” Dean explained.

“Shit.” You paused, finding the proper words hard to find. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, suddenly feeling extremely guilty for not keeping in touch. “And you thought-“

“They were gonna come for you next. Yeah.”

“I should have called you guys when my phone broke a few weeks ago just to inform you that you wouldn't be able to reach me that way anymore. I’m really sorry.”

Dean looked like he was on the verge of another fit but luckily Sam caught it and stepped in before anything could escalate. “It’s fine Y/N. What matters is that your safe.”

“I know, I know. I just- I feel bad. You guys are welcome to spend the night here instead of in some cheap motel room, and tomorrow If you want I can help you guys figure this shit out. Get coordinated. It’s the least I can do to make up for being a shitty friend and making you guys worry.”

“If you have enough room we’ll gladly take you up in that offer.” Sam smiled, rising from the bench before pulling you into a hug. “How’d you even come by this place?”

“One of my families old hunting safe houses.” You shrugged, pulling away. “And don’t worry about room. There’s a bedroom and a pullout sofa in the sun room to the back of the house. Perfect amount of space for two grown ass men.”

“Oh no, we’re not taking up your space like that. I can sleep on the floor.” Dean shook his head as he now stood in front of you, the anger and annoyance seemingly gone. (Dean never could stay angry at you for long.)

“Dee, it’s fine. Really. I usually fall asleep in the hammock anyways. I find it more relaxing than any memory foam mattress.”

“Seriously?”

“yeah, seriously.” You shrugged with a light grin. Dean let out a soft chuckle before the two of you fell into silence once more. This time finding it to be acomfort. You both watched as Sam walked back around the side of the house, no doubt heading back to the car for their bags.

“I’m sorry for getting angry earlier. I was jsut super worried-“

“I know, I get it. It’s not the first time you’ve done that.”

You observed as Dean looked down at his hands, the hunter clearly ashamed of his earlier actions. Somewhere in the grass crickets began chirping, a bullfrog adding into the sound every once in awhile. As you watched him you could see the bags under his eyes, the heavy slump of his shoulders. Your usually vibrant Dean wasn't shining like usual.

A deep sigh left your lungs as you found your hand moving to cup the side of his face, his head lifting just enough to see the sad smile on your lips. “You look tired Mo ghraidh.”

Dean let out a soft chuckle at the words (even if after years he had yet to figure out what they meant. Once again, you and your eagerness to learn random languages), his eyes crinkled as he returned the same smile, leaning into your touch. “Oh I am tired.”

“You've been busy.”

“that's a fucking understatement.”

“Well,” You sighed, lightly patting his cheek before leaning in to press a kiss to where your palm had been. “You can tell me all about if over breakfast tomorrow, and then you can get my rundown.”

“sounds like a deal.” He swallowed, almost losing his words as he took you in. The firelight dancing across your skin and making your eyes blaze to life. God, you were beautiful. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Dee.” Your smile slowly grew as you pulled him into a tight hug, feeling him bury his face in your neck. Hugs like this felt like home. It felt peaceful and calm. . .something you hadn't been in a very long time.

*. *. *. *. *. *.

Dean woke slowly the next morning, the house eerily silent as he threw back the sheets. Either you and Sam were stealth artists in the morning or he’d slept like the dead. The sunlight made the hunter squint as he trudged tiredly towards the kitchen, his eyes not used to seeing sunlight in the mornings after getting so used to a dark bunker. Sam was seated at the kitchen counter, an empty bowl of cereal next to him as he spoke softly to someone on the phone, probably Jody or Donna.

“Morning.”

“Morning.” Sam slightly lifted the phone from his ear. “Y/N poured you coffee. It’s on the table.”

Mumbling a tired thanks, Dean used the heel of his hand to rub at his eyes, yawning as he moved passed Sam to wrap his hand around the mug you had left. It was only when he was sinking down into one of the vacant seats did he let his eyes search the room for you. It was easy to see that you weren’t there though. The only occupants in the house being him and his brother. Slowly sipping on the coffee in his hands he waited patiently for Sam to finish the call. When he hung up he finally allowed himself to speak.

“You seen Y/N this morning?”

“Yeah, I think she’s out back.” Sam grinned over the lip of his own mug as he watched Dean turn his head to look out the back windows. “Surprised the two of you weren’t snuggled up last night with each other.”

“Stop it.” Dean warned, turning again this time to glare at his brother.

“What? Isn’t that how it is?”

“No! And you know it. And don’t give me the whole but so many people can see it crap. You know this lifestyle aint built for romance . . .or whatever.” he muttered the last words before suddenly pushing himself up from his seat once again and heading towards the back door, coffee still in hand. Eager to leave the conversation behind.

in truth Dean wanted nothing more to be with you, Truly be with you. To hold you like you were meant to be held. To tell you he loved you. To drown you in kisses. But this life wasn't built for it. You both knew that, that was why you didn't make any bold moves towards each other. Arms length away meant safety and safety meant living.

In the morning light it was much easier to take in the surroundings, the steps to the back porch ended at the grass before the partially overgrown lawn went down to the waters edge, a weather worn dock leading out onto the blue waters. It took him a moment for his eyes to find you but when he does hes almost taken back. Your laying on the dock, one foot tangling over the water while the other was tucked up, your sunglasses perched on your nose as you hold an open book above you, clearly reading.

It’s a sight to say the least. You look calm. Content even. And that’s a very rare thing to see on you. For as long as Dean has known you, you have always been a person in motion, always busy with something, wether that be pacing the bunkers library nose deep in a lore book or swinging a machete at vamps. It’s a foreign sight to see you doing something that doesn’t involve monsters in any aspect. He pauses for a moment where the grass ends and the dock begins before stepping out onto it, the light creak making you look up from your book as he walked towards you.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Sam told me I would find you out here. You get up early?”

“I’m always up early. You know that.” You smiled, closing your book and dropping it onto your chest. “I’m surprised your up. You looked tired last night.”

“Yeah, well. My sleep schedules kinda fucked already.” Dean sighed, crossing his arms before deciding to sit down next to you.

“You look grumpy. What happened?”

“Sam happened. It’s nothing.”

Swinging your other leg back onto the dock you slowly sat up. “Doesn’t sound like nothing. You wanna talk about it?”

“Oh ho, no way.” He shook his head, leaning back on his palms and tilting his head up towards the sun.

“Well alright, fine.” You shrugged, You knew when it was a good time to prod and when it wasn't. This was one of the latter.

“What are you doing out here anyways?”

“Reading, what does it look like?” you quipped, popping to your feet before bending down to pick up your book. “plus, I need the sun. Hunters tend to get pale when they only work in the dark.”

“maybe i should lay out her then.”

That got a laugh out of you.

“What?”

“Dude, you lay out here for an hour and its gonna look like you got bitch slapped by the sun. . .no offense.” You joked, holding out a hand to hoist him up.

“Nah, you're probably right.”

“I would pay good money to see that though.”

“You're such an asshole.”

“I know.” giving him a pat on the shoulder you began walking back towards the house, the hunter watching you closely as you retreated.

There was something different out you. The way you carried yourself and the way you spoke. Most people wouldn't catch on but he did. Something was off. He could practically feel it radiating off of you in waves, even if you were acting like everything was normal. You were acting uncommonly lighthearted.

“You said last night you were gonna tell me why you're all the way out here in some small town USA. Care to fill me in?” He suddenly spoke, following you off the dock.

There was silence for a moment, almost as if he caught you off guard. “I told you, it’s a family safe house. I was staying here while hunting the rugaru. Just needed a week to rest up before I headed out again.” You shrugged.

A week to rest up? When Sam has talked to Jody she had said you had been out here for almost five. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you walk up the back steps. There was something else you weren’t telling him.

“You found a new case yet?”

“Oh uh. . . No. No I haven’t.” Shaking your head casually before holding the door open for Dean and stepping inside.

There was his second hint that something was up. You were the type of hunter that was always on their toes, looking for the next case before one was wrapped up. Dean didn’t know how you did it. Sure he could do some cases back to back, but he needed breaks every once and awhile.

“Rugaru case must have whipped your ass, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure did.” You mumble.

Dean opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off when you beat him to it. “Let’s get to work on figuring out how to handle these British bastards, okay?” You gave Dean one of your soft smiles, running a hand through his hair as you passed by and entered the kitchen.

Watching you go, Dean felt a new sense of worry grow in his chest. You weren’t acting like you. Something was eating at you, and the thought of you being in pain broke his heart.

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warning-fandom-obsessed · 5 years ago

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The Emma’s ranked by how much I can tolerate their existence

Noor Bawens

Noor Bawens. A woman of quality. We stan a pretentious art hoe and her semi-legal extracurricular activities that she brings a date along to only to basically introduce her date’s soulmate to said date. Didn’t end well for her but without her we might not have had sobbe and that’s iconic behaviour. She’s genuinely a very cool person. She didn’t out robbe and while that shouldn’t give her extra points (the bar should not be there) the bar here is low so I’m giving it to her and you can cry me a river if it bothers you. She’s ignorant, sure, but, given that she’s friends with robbe and sander now, she’s clearly trying to be better and she has amazing self-control because (as far as i know) she hasn’t decked Britt for being an asshole yet and idk that seems like a very difficult thing to resist doing.

Sara Adamxzyk

Out of all of the Emma’s, I probably feel the most sorry for Sara. I get why she was so adamant about being with Matteo (even though it was kind of a selfish motivation and not one that should fuel a relationship, though, Matteo wasn’t exactly motivated well either). She was going through a shit time at home and with it being Abi time at school, the stress she was under must’ve been immense; she just wanted something else to focus on and that’s where Matteo came in. Also her and Leonie have stellar wlw energy. Was a dick to Matteo (as were the rest of the Emma’s to their respective Isak at some point) but she didn’t out him and when she accused him of being gay it was something that was just between them instead of in front of everyone at a party (im looking at you Chloé). Also, she seems to have an alcohol problem???? like she says she’s not gonna get too drunk and then is literally passing out an hour later idk that doesn’t seem healthy and I actively want her to be okay. She does genuinely try to be a good girlfriend to matteo despite the fact that he’s giving her nothing. Dear next gen writers, pls let her be happy at university being gay with Leonie thanks.

Rubén

Okay, listen. I just... don’t care about Rubén.... like... at all... and, going by that fact that I could find exactly 0 (zero) gifs of his face when he wasn’t kissing Cris and had to go with his pic from the Wikia, i think it’s safe to say that neither does the rest of the fandom. Or the writers, really, because, like, the guy doesn’t have a fucking last name. Seriously, the amount of indifference we seem to all feel towards this man is genuinely astounding. Like, he’s kind of a douchebag sometimes, kinda entitled, but not in an actively malicious way. He still pursued Cris when she clearly wasn’t into him, but, then again, he gave her a way out and she didn’t take it so he can be forgiven for thinking that Cris was actually into him. Idk I just kinda pity him. And that is the extent of my feelings towards Rubén.

Chloé Jeanson

Initially, I hated her the most out of all of them. Like, seriously, I couldn’t stand her. She was irritating and she fucking outed Lucas and I couldn’t forgive her for that, and I haven’t really. But, after thinking about it for a while, I think I understand her. Lucas led her on more than any of the other Isak��s. I mean, he fucking told her he loved her. I’m in no way saying that that in any way excusing her outing him because I doubt anything could ever do that, but I like to think that she’s since realised that outing Lucas was a severely fucked up thing to do. So, yeah, I don’t like her, but I understand her, fucked up as her actions were, I get it. So I don’t know what to say about her. I don’t like her but I don’t hate her as much as some of the others. Congrats, Chloé, you’re not bottom of the list through the process of elimination, well done.

Emma W. Larzen

Emma Larzen... What can I say about her? Well, as it turns out, quite a lot. Her face makes me angry. Like, whenever she pops up, ruining the moment Isak and Even were inevitably having, her face just makes me angry. I swear she has worse timing than Noora. I think I hate her face because she’s deceptively cute. Like you look at her and you think she’s harmless and then she fucking outs Isak out of spite. Like, woah dude, pump the hate breaks, your cute smile doesn’t get you out of being homophobic. The only reason that she isn’t at the bottom of the list (apart from how much I hate the other emma) is because I get the impression that she’s actually kind of lonely, despite how popular she is, and that’s why she tries so desperately to be with Isak and for the second years to think she’s cool and i feel kinda sorry for her. Other than that though.... she just.... sucks.

Emma Covitti

I daren’t think about what kind of person Marco Covitti is because if she is nicer than him... god, what kind of a person is he??? I know some people genuinely like her, but.... I just don’t get it. Not only did she out Marti, but, then, when he came to talk to her and apologise for being a dick, she had the fucking gall to insinuate that him leading her on for like three weeks is in any way equal to outing him. Actually, no, she implied that he still fucking owed her after she, and i’ll say it again, fucking outed him. She is petty and so, so full of herself and honestly just the worst. But sure, she’s willing to give him another chance so that makes it all okay (note the sarcasm). I know they’re sorta tentative friends in s4 but like I can’t forgive her, even if Marti has. I swear to god she better treat Elia well otherwise I’m about to get real stabby real quickly. -10/10 would vandalise her car.

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bow-woahh · 6 years ago

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Spop Fic recs (Catradora)

(finally)

Hello Catradora trash can's today I finally give you what I've been promising for MONTHS - a fanfic rec list. Because, if you didn't already know, I read A LOT of Catradora fanfic, probably too much and although I'm definitely not the best judge of...anything, I really wanted to make this post, so here it is, weeks late.

(it's a long one though)

I’ve written my full opinions n shit on like the first 10 multi chapters and one shots because there’s a lot lol, and some I remember better than others (tbf I've re read all of them at this point), but yeahhh. For the others, I’ll describe it in less detail and a bit more jokily lol.

I'm sorry I haven't just linked all the fics bit I just want this to be out of my drafts loll, and I can assure you most of these are pretty easy to find, I apologise for the laziness though haha

Also I’ve tried to find the all the authors tumblr or other social media, but I couldn’t for all of them which sucks, so if you happen to be the author and I left you out, please comment :)

Anyway, Y'ALL NEED TO GET ON MY LEVEL SOOO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO HERE YOU GO:

(here's a key first)

Key:

(o) = ongoing

(f) = finished

[G]=General

[T] =Teen and up Audiences

[M]=Mature

[E]=Explicit

Multi-chapters:

1. Upper West Side by ceruleanstorm (o) 100,000+ words

@princessofgayskull

[Modern AU] [T]

This fic is so amazing!! It goes so deep into their psychology and past and damn is it hilarious at time. Also, I love the premise of it - Catra is a Uber driver and Adora ends up as her passenger. It's a fairly slowburn as it goes deep into the two girls' lives and really gives time for the relationship to develop naturally and that is honestly really appreciated because it makes the good moments between the two even better and more rewarding if I'm honest. A lot of angst though. All the other characters we know and love are also written amazingly in it too, and are made equally important. All in all, I love this fic and everything about it!

As of writing it has fairly infrequent updates, but each chapter is 10-20k+ words and has 9/12 chapters so...there’s a lot.

2. For my Sake by doublepasse (f) 100,000+ words

@doublepasse-writes

[Canon Compliant][E]

The story and world building is just - WOAH. This one is quite the slowburn but boy is it worth it. It's set a couple months to a year after season one, where Catra finally captures Adora but the tables turn very quickly when capturing her nearly results in her death, which Catra (unsurprisingly) didn’t want. The story has some BIG plot twists and is definitely one of the best canon universe Catradora fics I’ve ever read and the ending was very satisfying, but also open ended, BECAUSE there’s a part 2 coming and I couldn’t be more excited!

(Also, there is one chapter with nsfw content in it, but it has a sfw version)

3. Skinny Love by Maychup (o) 89,000+ words

@maychup

[Canon Compliant][M]

Another amazing fic that takes place in the canon universe that has such great world building, and is very plot heavy. It takes place days after the S1 finale and goes from there basically. The premise of it is similar to many fics and one shots you’ve probably read - sleeping with the enemy. From the first chapter it seemed like it could have easily been a five chapter easy redemption fic but nooooooo, it goes a lot LOT deeper. I feel like this fic did such a great job on character development, Catra’s specifically, she grows so much throughout the fic. She is also such a mother to all her Horde pals in this and I love that haha.

At the time of writing, it’s still ongoing, and boy am I excited to see where it goes. It’s also super angsty and has a fair-ish amount of smut so be warned!

4. The Heiress and The thief by Fuhadeza (f) 58,000+ words

@fuhadeza

[Regency AU][M]

As it says in the fic summary, it is literally the She-Ra regency AU I never knew I wanted likeeee, it’s so good! Premise - Adora is taken by Lady Brightmoon, leaving her boarding school, and her best friend behind, Catra, and everything is fine until her old friend face resurfaces. This one had me screaming at times (most of them did, but this especially). It was a really enjoyable read and I honestly loved the way the author dealt with love and the way Adora dealt with her feelings and just ahhh- read it.

5. Faded with feelings by yesimgay (f) 24,000+ words

[Roomates AU][T]

This fic. I read this a WHILEEE ago but to this day this is one of my favourite fan-fics ever like it’s hilarious, and fluffy and unproblematic and sometimes you need that tbh. Everything you need to know is established in the first chapter but the way it is done feels so natural, as if it’s just Adora‘s or Catra’s thoughts and I love it. Also the premise is GREAT - Catra has ADHD and smokes weed to help with it, and Adora accidentally takes an edible, which is when shenanigans start to ensue.

6. Dream of Me by DBsean (f) 18,000+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

Although it is on the shorter side with only five chapters, this was another fic that was so so good in quality and premise. For whatever reason, Catra and Adora start sharing dreams, enabling them to share moments together that they (unfortunately) can't have in real life, due to them being on opposite sides of the war, and in turn - enemies. The angst in this fic literally KILLED ME, and the characters dialogue is so good as well! I also recommend you check out some of the authors other fics, they're all great!

7. we've been making shades of purple out of red and blue by darklady21(o) 19,000+ words

[Roomates AU][M]

Another Roomates AU, bUT instead of being best friends, the two barely know each other, or interact at all...GREAT RIGHT?!? Honestly though, I think the author did a great job in making it not seem too rushed, especially in the setup and establishing how although they know each other, they DONT know each other, so the first couple chapters are basically that stage where they are learning more about each other and leaving stupid post it notes around the house, and it just feels so natural and great! Updates aren’t super regular, but there’s already nine chapters (as of writing) so definitely check it out, as well as their other works too!

8. Razorback by Starr_Reborn(o) 22,000+ words

[Canon Divergence AU][M]

Apparently, the author wrote this with the intent of it being fluffy. From the title you can tell that is NOT the case. At all. This one HURTS. This is very very angsty, and also has some themes of rape in it, so if that kinda thing triggers you I might wanna skip out on this one. It is a really good fic though and stands out from a lot of the others because of the way it is written. Chapters aren’t usually longer that 1000 words and the writing style is quite disjointed at times, and it a lot of the time a stream of consciousness. At times it can even be a little confusing or hard to follow, but I find it makes it even more interesting, and also means it will probably be a fic I come back to once completed. It is genuinely so unpredictable, I have no clue where it’s going, but I really love it for that!

9. Sunflower by TechnoSkittles (f) 6000+ words

@technoskittles

[High School AU][G]

Oh, BOY. Oh boyyy. This fic - it's 8 chapters and only 6000 words yet the story is just- Ahhh READ IT. It's so good! And like the author in general is so amazing at writing like check out all their works (especially their latest one shot omg I loved it). Anyway, read this, it's not too long, it's cute and also genuinely surprising, the ending was not something I saw coming AT ALL, so YEAH!

10. I like me better when I'm with you by lesbians_harold(f) 22,000+ words

@lesbians-harold

[High School AU][T]

Just a nice, fun, fluffy high school, friends to lovers AU. Catra moves to Adora’s school senior year and the twos friendship is quickly rekindled, after a rocky start albeit. Adora is a big ol’ jock and Catra draws which is a headcanon I LOVE. It’s written so well, and the characters are also written well too! It is a lil angsty at times, but not to worry - but it does pay off, I assure you.

11. I thought we were best friends by vanilla107 (o) 45,000+ words

@vanilla107

[University AU][T]

Breakups. Lots of breakups, and angst. This one will mend your heart then hurt you. BE SCARED. But go read it. I mean it. It's good!

12. Dirty Dancing by LilLegalLoli94 (o) 9000+ words

@lillegalloli94

[Dancing AU][M]

Basically lots of (sexual) tension after years of not seeing each other because Adora moved to Brightmoon Dance Academy. It's good. Real good.

13. Back to Black by eveynull (f) 6000+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Post War) Gays go and visit their past, staring angst, and featuring your favourite co-star - fluff!

14. how things are supposed to be by maggiesbombshell (o) 11,000+ words

@yeunslegacy

[High School AU][M]

A jolly slowburn that will hurt your soul because (internalised) homophobia and gay.

15. Some things you don't see coming by Trashibesensei (o) 20,000+ words

[High School AU][T]

Adora being a big ol' jock, and Catra being a big ol' gay. I’m not even gonna explain it, you have to find that out yourself.

16. A quarter after three by Maychup (o) 11,000+ words

@maychup

[Youtuber AU][M]

Adora's gay panic settles in when she bumps into her childhood bestie, Catra, live streaming in the streets of LA. My favourite part of this fic has to be the YouTube comments she gets. This one will make you laugh. And go AWWW CUTE.

17. A Song to My Heart by DemiRebel (f) 8000+ words

[Neighbors AU][G]

The cute girl next door keeps singing loud, and it sounds BELLE, so what else would you do other than creepily listen?? 10/10 for premise.

18. Occupied by Nny11 4000+ words

@nny11writes

[Modern AU][T]

The most hilarious soulmate AU I've read tbh. One word - bathrooms.

19. Whispering Dreams by dragonesdepapel (f) 7400+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

Adora finds a wounded and sick gay so obviously, she helps her out, much to her protesting. This fic will honestly make you go through the five stages of grief. Big ol' oof.

20. Why you SHOULD bring in your untrained cat to the rebellion by locuas (f) 6800+ words

[Canon Divergence AU][G]

This fic is a literal joke. But it will probably be the best crack you will ever read, so. READ IT.

ALSO HERES A LIL SELF PWOMO OF MY MULTI CHAP:

What drove her insane, 13,000+ words (f)

One shots:

1. hang tight (all you) by TechnoSkittles 9000+ words

@technoskittles

[High School AU][T]

This is a fic that will break your heart and mend it. It's about Adora coming to terms with her sexuality throughout high school in a pretty unsupportive environment, added onto the fact she has a crush on her best friend. It's paced so well, nothing feels rushed and although it's only 9000 words, it manages to flesh out characters that aren't even in the show, and it obviously does a great job with the topic at hand - sexuality and homophobia. Like it honestly touched my heart, reading it I genuinely wanted to cry. I loved everything about it, from the moment it started to the last line. It's just written in a way that is probably relatable to so many people who are or have struggled with coming to terms with themselves, and shows how for some it's really not an easy thing. It's also written beautifully, and I PROMISE you won't regret reading this! Definitely check out some more of their works too, they're all great reads!

2. you're my favorite song (and it's stuck in my head) by artemiswords 16,000+ words

@artemisbye

[High School AU][T]

A belle valentine's day fan fic which I just,, ahhhhh this is some of the best 16k words I've ever read, it's so nice and fluffy! Premise - Catra has to take the bus to school, and ends up sitting next to this cute girl on the bus, Adora, and listening to TayTay (Swift), sharing earphones with this complete stranger. Obviously, Catra develops a crush, but she is sure Adora is straight. It's written so well, and is such an enjoyable read, with so many great moments and dialogue. Music is a very prevalent theme (which you can tell from the name tbh) in it, and the amount of song references in it also make it feel so fleshed out in a way, like their both just teenagers with somewhat questionable music taste. Just all the exchanges they have are great, especially the ones over text and social media, there were so many funny moments too. DEFO, recommend if you wanna read something nice and lighthearted!

3. The Interlude That Never Ends by FMLClexa 2000+ words

Twitter: catrxs

[Historical AU] [M]

Angst. Quite angsty. But also fairly fluffy, it has a good balance. And the writing style is just so - it gets your heart wrenching despite being fairly short, and is also very poetic, and I don't know about you, but I love things like that! The fic is a historical/soulmates AU where they are bound to fall in love, no matter the period they're reincarnated in. It's one of the most creative fic ideas I've ever read, and the concept is executed so well, which makes it even better. And it's, so so damn sweet ahh, read it read it READ IT!

4. is there a knife in your bed or are you just happy to see me? by ceruleanstorm 6000+ words

@princessofgayskull

[Canon Universe][T]

This fic was everythinggg, it is so cute, like it’s basically 6k words of fluff! Also, if you didn’t already notice, the title (and the fic) heavily references the fact Adora keeps a knife under her bed (I DIED when that happened in s2). Set post war, Catra sneaks away from her post to visit an overworked and stressed Adora in Bright Moon and cuteness ensues. I honestly just love everything about this fic, we need more fluffy and funny fics like this! The dynamic the two have in this is perfect and the dialogue and general writing style of it is great! And Adora’s internal dialogue in this honest to god had me dead. Needless to say this is one of my fav Canon Universe one shots.

5.Girl’s Become Lovers (Who Turn Into Mothers) by A_Zap 2000+ words

@azapofinspiration

[Canon Universe][G]

This has to be one of the cutest, well written, fic I’ve read! Catra brings home the only survivors from a tragedy her and Scorpia stumbled upon, but one thing Adora doesn’t expect is for them to be children. The,, emotions in this are so raw and powerful. Even though they obviously have these new little people in their life though, their problems don’t just go away, they still have their own issues, and have to deal with them while looking after these kids. In general they handle mental health so well, and Shadow Weavers lasting effect on Catra SHOWS and it shows hard. Honestly, it made me want to cry at some parts and the ending was EVERYTHING, so reAd IT.

6. baby, i'm a house on fire (and i wanna keep burning) by wittchers 7000+

@huremsultan

[Medival AU]

A really fun fic to read, with a very original premise: after the Horde defeats the kingdom Bright Moon, Hordak is crowned, Queen Angella was killed, and Princess Glimmer is missing, which leaves Lady Adora forced into an arranged marriage with Lord Catra, to keep her people happy. Obviously, being an arranged marriage, with her enemy, she ain’t too happy about it, nor is Catra. But they have to put up with it, and each other. Honestly, like the development of their relationships is sooo good, and there is the perfect balance e of angst and fluff (if you can call it that?) so don’t worry it won’t kill you! Like ahh, the emotions in this - so well described with so little words. And the ending is great, in general it’s great!

7. Adora Casts: Zone of Truth by Hemogobbler 2000+ words

@hemogobbler69

[Canon Universe][T]

Literally just 2000 words of utter cuteness and hilarious dialogue haha. Premise - Catra has just defected recently, and is still warming up to Adora, is still slightly shut off from her. So, to try remedy this, she gets a truth serum from Madame Razz, and slips it into their food, leading to them talking honestly about their feelings for the first time in a while. I just love it so much because I feel like this is genuinely something Adora would do, and also something I’d probably do in her situation - Catra opening up is a rare occurrence! Also, as I said, their are some really funny, laugh out loud moments, which out of context are so weird, yet somehow manage to make a lot of sense. Anyway, if you just had a bad day, I think this fic would definitely lift your spirits.

8. bloom by kimah 4000+ words

Twitter: whitehotmoons

[Modern AU][G]

A post break up fan fic where Catra's therapist suggests Catra write down her feelings, which leads her to write the things she hates about Adora, and their interactions they've had since their break up. The way it's written is so... angsty but like, not? I'm bad at this. Literally, reading this I really felt Catra's pain, and I just wanted to give her a hug at times. Adora too. The small details the author outs into the characters makes the characters all that more realisitic too, and I love it! Seriously though, the angst, will, get, you.

9. I do adore by thankskelley 6000+ words

Twitter: cosmicsporks

[Modern AU][G]

A Catradora fake dating AU. Is there anything more you need in life? Catra and Adora are are roomates, and one day, Adora bursts in, saying she finally came out to her parents, and also that her parent had assumed they are dating... leading her to ask if Catra could pretend to be her girlfriend for while. What could possibly go wrong? Hmm?? I've always loved the whole fake dating premise (to all the boyss) and with characters like Adora and Catra, (especially Catra like she is a TEASE) I always thought it'd be great. Who doesn't love oblivious gays? Their dynamic in this is also great, especially all the flirting and teasing. BUT, of course, it also a bit angsty too. I can promise you you'll love it!

10. Chocolate and Roses vs. Heartache by Trashibesensei 9000+ words

[High School AU][T]

Another high school AU...I know I have a problem leave me alone. This time, if you couldn’t tell by the title, there’s some heartache involved, because: this Valentines Day, Adora doesn’t spend it with her best friend (now ex bestie) Catra. Even despite her popularity that she now has due to being the star player of Bright Moon’s soccer team, she can’t shake of how much she yearns for her old friend. Somehow, even with all the angst, it is still sO fucking FUNNY, the way Mermista was written was great, and she had some of THE best lines. But yeah, it’s so pure and just - Catra needs a hug, Adora needs a hug, they need to hug EACH other tbh! It had a very nice and hopeful message, and also kinda surprised me with the end.

11. someone you like by caela 5000+ words

[High School AU][T]

As a gen z, or x, or whatever the fuck I am, I always appreciate a fic where the characters say stupid shit over Instagram to their crushes which results it getting a date to prom. Although I can assure you that would never happen to me. But this So FUCKING cute and funny so READ.

12. this is what it's like when we collide (this is how you bring me back to life) by azul (7daysoftorture) 5000+ words

@bluelipgloss

[Canon Universe][G]

This galaxy brain fic is amazing and that’s ThE TEA. Catra gets a wish stone from Hordak and we all knowww, WHO she (subconsciously) craves - Adora, which obviously leads to hell breaking loose, because, disaster gays. Anyway read this it’s great and made me feel forget about the cruel world we live in.

13. Five Times Catra was a Cat and One Time the Cat was Catra by sunscreams 2400+ words

@catradoramma

[Canon Universe][T]

A BELLE, well written 5 + 1 which is just pure fluff (some hurt/comfort too) and Catra being Catra (so a loveable pain in the ass) after joining Adora in Bright Moon.

14. Vital Signs by SereneKarma 2000+ words

@serene-karma

[Modern AU][G]

Like a dumbass Catra breaks her leg and gets put in hospital, but hey - it’s okay as long as she’s got a cute nurse to look after her! It’s pretty funny just based on the concept alone so read ThIs BiSh.

15. You put the cracks into my moral code by Littleamethystc 3000+ words

@littleamethystc

[Gang AU][T]

Catra is a hotshot mafia member, Glimmer and Bow are the PoPo, and Adora is underestimated as HELL. It’s also pretty funny, like the whole concept is just perfect, so check it out!

16. The Best Gift I Could Ever Ask For by blueninjasharpshooter 1500+ words

[Modern AU][G]

Just a short n sweet fic of Adora celebrating her birthday which she forgot, and also Adora has a pocket knife in her boot, which is so accurate lmaooo. As well as having the most accurate character portrayals, AWWWWwwwww, was my reaction to the end of this fic, so read it to find out wHY.

17. but i still don’t wish death on ‘em (i just reflect on ‘em) by ayushi_writes 1500+ words

@ayushipop

[Canon Universe][G]

(Post S1) A year after the battle of Bright Moon, Adora and Catra are standing on a cliff, and Catra finally has a chance to end it all. But WilL she?!?! Let’s just say, Catradora are the queens of promises.

18. Whiskey and Eggnog by briony8969 3500+ words

@briony8969

[Modern Christmas AU][G]

A cute Christmas fic where a nervous Adora goes home for the first time in months with her new friends from college, scared of what they’ll think but more scared of a certain SOMEONE she hasn’t spoken to in months. So basically: sexual tension gAlore.

19. She's a Regular by BaronVonChop 1500+ words

@baronvonchop

[Coffee Shop AU][G]

Adora is gay. Catra is gay. Catra works at a coffee shop (badly), and Adora goes to said coffee shop soo much, that it gets on her friends nerves, coz she very obviously likes to flirt with a Catra. It’s funny too. That’s it. That’s the fic and I love it.

20. Hand in Hand, We Make Our Way to The End by thethirdphiladelphiavireo 6500+ words

[Canon Universe - Soulmate AU][T]

Catra and Adora figure out they are soulmates after years of not knowing what it meant, but OBVIOUSLY, cannot communicate like mature humans, because - same.

21. How Do You Tell A Girl You Really Like Her Eyes? by Gay_Panic 1000+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Pre Canon)Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a very gay, very wholesome, very nice first kiss fic. They are very gay for each other in this one, they don’t even care if KYLE catches them kissing.

22. Tender Moments by yesimgay 1500+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

(Post-war) Catra still feels guilty about everything she did to Adora in the past, so instead of sleeping at the foot of the bed as usual , she decides to sleep next to Adora...So there’s fluff, lots of fluff, and it is very tender.

23. Perfectly intertwined by dragonesdepapel 2000+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

On Catra’s first official day in Bright Moon, Adora drags her to a festival and they do cute things and it’s cute, and you should defo read it.

24. a girl without freckles is like a sky without stars by dear_universe 900+ words

@catralovesgirls

[Canon Universe][G]

More bed sharing because I CANNOT help myself, I love fics like these! Catra can’t sleep without Adora on her first night at the rebellion, so, she knocks on Adora’s door and things go from there.

25. Something to remember you by by DBsean 3000+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

Adora sneaks back into the fright zone in attempt to retrieve something, when Catra catches her. It’s cute af. Despite the circumstances.

26. Skiffs & Ships by mysteryinc 900+ words

[Canon Universe][G]

(Pre-show) Just two gals being pals who missed each other a fuck ton while on separate missions. It’s pretty cute.

27. Starstruck by InvisiblePinkToast 2500+ words

@invisible-pink-toast

[Canon Universe][G]

(Pre-show) A lil bit of angst, and nightmares, and a little bit of fluff, Stargazing and bed sharing - what more could you need?

28. a truth so loud you can't ignore by adverbialstarlight 2500+ words

@adverbialstarlight

[High School AU][T]

Catra ignores the growing feelings she has for her best friend, until the truth is so loud she can’t ignore it (see what I did there?) But for real tho this fic really gave me angst that hurt my soul then fluff that healed it, so we StAN.

29. Horde kids are just Like That by gerti 1500+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Canon Divergence) What would happen if when Adora defected the Horde, her and Catra where still girlfriends? Read this to find out because it’s FUCKING hilarious lmaoooo, like it’s so absurd but somehow still makes perfect sense.

30. The First Step by oldmountainsoul 2900+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

(Post S1) Apologies which end in getting shoved out off trees are now exclusively for the Catradora fandom only.

31. (You’re My) Haven by giraffewrites 400+ words

@giraffewrites

[Canon Universe - Pre Canon][G]

(Pre-Canon) Adora only kisses Catra when she thinks she’s asleep, but my girl Catra ain’t playing no more so one night she just goes in for the KILL, Aka, cute dorks just being cute dorks.

32. Beyond the Screen by SereneKarma 5000+ words

@serene-karma

[Youtuber AU][G]

If you can't tell I really like YouTuber AU's. Catra being the angsty gal she is starts a YouTube channel to rant about her old best friend who practically vanished when she was 15, and her viewers (who definitely have no life) end up finding her.

33. come on, sugar, don't you leave early by thesqian 1500+ words

Twitter: @crnkgmeplys

[Modern AU][G]

Two gays at a gay wedding, who clearly have some shit going on, but it’s okay because gay weddings always bring gays together. I said gay a lot in that sentence. Read the fic, it’s short n sweet and cute, so you can’t go wrong!

34. but we could never stay away (from each other) by adorassword 1500+ words

[Canon Universe][T]

Catra and Adora have a nice, not so nice chit chat on Adora’s balcony late at night, - these two need LOVE, and I needed a hug after reading this coz damn. Damn.

35. bad ideas by ranpoandpoe 1000+ words

[University AU][T]

How we all wish thinking about your crush at 2am would go. That’s the only context I’m giving, so READ IT.

Also, here are some of my fav one shots I’ve written:

Two Sides Of The Same Coin 1000+ words

[Gang AU][T]

If I was perfect 2500+ words

[Modern AU][T]

And check out my Catradora week series, however my fav is:

damn you, unrequited love 7000+ words

[Modern/Sixth Form AU][T]

Here are some more series packed with fics that I’ve really enjoyed too!

Catradora Oneshots by clicheusername5678 @hey-adora

Catradora Tumblr Prompts BY sunscreams @catradoramma

if I grind my teeth at night, would you hear it? By poetroe

in the bottom of a coffee cup + pieces by inkwelled (their stuff is great)

Twitter: adorascatrq

Anyway, I hope you guys appreciate this, it took quite a while lol. I had a lot of fun making it, and I hope you check out some of the fics on the list (maybe all if you're a crazy mf)

Until next time (:

#micah n spop #spop #she-ra #she ra and the princesses of power #catradora #fic recs #micahs fic recs #micahs recs #adora #catra #spop catra #spop adora #fan fics #she ra netflix #i ship

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It’s been, like, years 😅 I’m working full time now and barely got time for myself, much less my writing. But sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, so please enjoy.

Posting from mobile so apologies for the non-existent Read More 🙈 Why does the mobile app still suck so much? 😩

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The Kiss

The boat was crowded. You felt your anxiety prickling at the back of your throat.

You really needed to learn how to say no. Just once.

It was maddening how whenever your roommate asked you to go to a party with her, you agreed, though you hated crowds… and parties in general.

Naturally she hadn't mentioned that this particular one was happening on someone's yacht… in the middle of the ocean… with no way to escape.

Grabbing your cup a little tighter, you made your way through grinding bodies to the front. There was a bit more room here. Air to breath. Rich douchebags talking shop. Shop meaning which car to buy next from their parents' money.

Your judging gaze drifted over them, uninterested, but nevertheless annoyed. It caught on one of them though. A guy who seemed a bit older than the rest of these just out of high school kids. But maybe that was just because of the scruff.

He was wearing a t-shirt with some record label on it that you'd never heard of. Probably his own or that of one of his parents. His whole demeanor as well as his clothes and expensive looking sunglasses spoke of money. Even his many tattoos did. They were done well, the kind you had to pay good money for in a nice, clean and sanitary studio.

He was leaning on the boat, palms flat against the white plastic, watching his peers with a small frown. That was what had stopped your traveling gaze, you realized now. That frown seemed very out of place in this sea of smiling and laughing boys.

One of the guys he was with was loudly complaining about were this country was heading with all these foreigners. The beer in his cup was slushing out and about as he talked animatedly.

"So what you're saying is, you'd prefer it if all the 'foreigners' left the country?", the guy with the frown asked. His accent was obviously British. A "foreigner" himself then.

The other guy gave a bright smile. "Exactly!"

The Brit stood up, crossing his arms over his wide chest.

"Right, well, it was nice meeting you then."

Other guy laughed. "I don't mean you, of course. Britain and America are like brothers. You're my frat brother, man."

"Oh, I know you weren't talking about me, I wasn't either. I was talking about you."

The other guy stared, smile gone, jaw nearly on the floor. "Me? I'm no foreigner!"

"No? And here I thought your father was a byproduct of your grandfather's affair with the Mexican nanny, was he not?"

There was no spite in the Brit's voice, just honest curiosity. That made it burn so much more.

"Oooooh.", made the rest of the guys.

"That's not… I didn't mean… ugh!", the other guy threw up his hands and stalked away.

The Brit shrugged. "Not sure what his problem is!"

Then he winked at the other guys and looked around… and caught you staring.

You couldn't help the grin spreading across your lips. For a second he seemed surprised, then he returned the smile.

Before anything could happen, someone jumped in front of you, catching all your attention.

"What up, girlie? Are you enjoying yourself?", your roomie asked, obviously drunk.

"Not really.", you admitted.

She sighed. "Well, duh! You need to go find someone to make out with."

She shooed you off. You just rolled your eyes and trotted away. Just to be stopped by another body, planting themselves in your path.

"Hello beautiful!", the guy said with a huge grin, "Heard you were looking for someone to make out with. Well, don't mind if I do."

He leaned in, grabbing your hips.

"Hey, no!", you told him, putting a hand against his chest and slightly pushing him away.

"Come on, baby, don't be like that."

One of his hands left your hip to pull your hand aside. He was close, so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I said," you snarled through your teeth, bracing yourself, "Get. Off. Me."

And with that your knee shot up and struck gold.

The guy toppled over with a very unmanly squeal.

"Tough luck, buddy. Guess it's just not your night.", someone said from behind him.

You looked up to find the Brit standing there. His right hand was balled into a fist and you were certain he had been ready to come to your aid. Only you didn't need a knight in shining armor, thank you very much.

Only when you looked back at the guy now thriving on the ground, did you realize that it was the foreigners-hating-guy. Yup, definitely not his night.

"Friend of yours?", you asked.

"Frat brother.", he replied, making it sound like an insult.

"How unfortunate for you."

"Tell me about it."

And there it was again, the involuntary smile. What the hell?

"I'm Harry, by the way."

"Y/N.", you replied, shaking his hand.

"So Y/N, how rude would it be of me to ask you to have a drink with me to apologize for my gender?"

You leaned your head from side to side, seemingly weighing your options.

"Eh. Not rude enough that I would decline."

He grinned. Woah.

You stepped over his frat brother, not sparing him another look and walked past Harry deeper into the party.

There was a bar somewhere in there. Also more people and louder music. You clenched your fists and concentrated on breathing.

Someone tapped your shoulder and you turned, face stern. Harry gave you a slightly worried look. He nodded to something beside you. You followed his gaze. There was a stairway leading into the boat’s belly. You frowned at him. He leaned in. He smelled like peppermint and Tom Ford.

“Why don’t you go downstairs, where it’s quieter and less crowded, and I’ll get us something to drink.”

You gaped for a moment, then nodded.

“Nothing too strong.”, you gave back before he disappeared into the crowd.

You climbed the stairs and where grateful as the noise of music and people subsided. One floor down there was a long hallway with closed doors to the left and right. You decided to go exploring.

Behind the first three doors you found couples in various incriminating positions. Whoops.

Door 4 led into what looked like a mini-cinema, with two rows of red velvet cushioned chairs and a white screen on the wall that you knew was currently holding back the ocean.

“Cool.”, a voice came from behind you, making you jump about a foot into the air.

Harry chuckled. “Sorry, bloody carpet muffling all sounds.”

You glared at him. “You could have coughed on the way down here or something.”

He winked. Yeah, that’s what you’d thought.

“So, we going in or what?”, he questioned.

You looked around. “Are we allowed?”

He shrugged and moved past you into the room. Leaning against one of the seats he held out a red cup. With a sigh you walked inside, closing the door behind you.

You took the cup and a sip. Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“This is delicious. What is it?”

A smirk. Possibly hotter than the smile… you couldn’t decide.

“My own concoction.”

You frowned, checking the bracelet on your wrist. It stayed clear.

Harry laughed. “Not like that. I’m not trying to knock you out.”

You shrugged, moving over to the next aisle and flipped down in one of the seats.

“Can’t be too careful.”

“True.”, Harry turned, now leaning his hip against the seat, “So, what’s your story? What brings someone with social anxiety to a party like this?”

You only stumbled a second over the fact that he knew you had social anxiety, before replying: “My roommate. It’s hard saying no to her… at least for me.”

He nodded. “I know the feeling.”

“Your frat brothers?”, you asked, genuinely curious.

„One of them, yes.“

„What’s so special about him?“

„He’s my best friend.“

So simple, but so understandable.

„This whole frat thing just doesn’t seem like your crowd at all.“

Harry sighed. „It’s not, but it’s his and I need to watch out for him. I promised.“

You felt there was more to the story, but you didn’t press it.

„So you decided to pick out the socially anxious girl, so you could get away from the idiots?“

You grinned, though only half-joking. You had wondered why a guy like him would be interested in someone like you.

But Harry shook his head. “Not at all. I saw a woman who could take care of herself. Strong, independent, smart. Pretty attractive qualities… and it helps that you’re hot.”

He winked again. Your stomach flipped a little.

You nodded slowly, then emptied your cup in one swig. Slowly you got up and moved over to him.

‘Find someone to make out with.’, your roomie had told you. Well, you DID say you couldn’t say no to her. And you had never been this excited about it.

He turned again, his ass now leaning against the seat. He watched you with bright, curious, green eyes.

“Hey.”, you said, standing right in front of him, inches apart.

“Hi.”, he replied, uncertainty lacing his voice. He gripped his cup a little tighter.

“You’re pretty hot yourself, you know that?”

He smiled deeply. “Thank you.”

You stretched out a shaking hand. The tips of your index and middle finger lightly touched his temple and slowly traced down the side of his face. He took a shaky breath, eyes burning into yours. His hands were still gripping his cup. The air was electric.

As you reached the point where his jaw became his chin, you turned your hand a little and lay your thumb gently against his pink lips.

His eyes were wide. Pleased, but surprised.

You couldn’t blame him. You had no idea where this was coming from… but you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Your thumb traced the outline of his lips. Then you pressed your palm against his cheek and leaned in. Your lips ghosted over the very prominent line of his pulse up his neck.

Harry gasped. The sound of crumbling plastic made you aware of the fact that he had just crushed his cup. His hands clasped it hard still.

“Y/N…”, he breathed.

His name fell like a prayer from his lips. It was intoxicating.

Your lips found his earlobe and seconds later so did your teeth. Your tongue stroked the soft skin a bit as you nibbled on it.

Then you whispered: “Touch me, Harry.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Immediately his fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer.

You were standing between his legs now. And he just held on for dear life.

Your lips moved across his jaw and then hovered, quarters of inches from his lips. You were breathing the same air. You just looked at him and he stared back. Tension was building.

You had always enjoyed the moment before the kiss almost more than the actual kiss. The tension made your stomach twist in that delightful way. But it was just getting too much to take.

Still, Harry waited. Any other guy would have already been all over her. But here he was: patient, respectful and oh so gorgeous.

Your lips closed over his in the softest kiss ever. You moved slowly together as Harry’s hand went up into your hair. Your tongue teased his lower lip and he parted easily, meeting you halfway.

Your arms were around his neck and you pressed close to him, impossibly close.

You didn’t understand the feelings rushing through you for this guy you barely knew, but you were certain of one thing: For the first time the kiss was SO much better than the build up.

Your fingers tangled in his hair. You tasted the peppermint you had smelled before.

You couldn’t recall when his cap had dropped, but his brown wavy hair was free now. All yours to play with.

Your head was starting to swim and you knew you needed oxygen, but you weren’t quite ready to let go yet.

Just before blacking out, you broke away, gasping for air. Harry did the same.

You stared at each other in wonderment.

“Woah!”, he made.

“Ya.”, you agreed.

You stroked the side of his neck, while you just looked at each other.

“That was the best kiss I’ve EVER had.”, he finally exclaimed after calming his breathing a little.

“Same.” You nodded.

“So… should we continue or will that ruin it?”

“Probably the latter.”, you mused.

He nodded slowly.

You bit your lip. Then patted his shoulder and stepped back.

“Ok then. This was great. Maybe we’ll see each other at school.”

He nodded again, still dazed.

“K.”

You turned around and left the room.

As you slowly walked up the stairs, still wondering what the hell had just happened, the boat shook a little and someone upstairs was yelling something like ‘Land ho!’.

You figured this meant you had docked again.

Thank God.

You didn’t wait for your roommate or anyone else, you dashed off the boat and grabbed a cab home.

Your head was still spinning, when you lay down in your bed and you were certain it wasn’t the alcohol.

It HAD been the perfect kiss. Just that. One kiss. Perfect. No responsibilities. Just one perfect kiss.

Gosh, you really hoped you would meet Harry again.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #imagine #imagine harry styles #imagines #harry styles imagines #imagines harry styles #1d imagines #1d imagine #harry styles fratboy #frat boy harry #fratboy harry #fratboy!harry #perfect kiss #party #boat #frat party #kissing #kiss

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tynct · 6 years ago

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Mistletoe on a String

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summary: renjun is forced to wear a headband with mistletoe hanging above him, but you don’t need to use it as an excuse to kiss him

genre: fluff

words: 1.4k

warnings: none

a/n: this gif is so blurry and the vid quality was bad too but i like it hhh

Wearing a headband with a piece of mistletoe hanging from a stick taped above his head wasn’t Renjuns idea; he had lost a stupid dare he thought he could win, and he regrets thinking that he could beat someone like Jeno at basketball. He was too prideful to admit he was too short to even throw the ball without Jeno’s hand coming down and slapping it out of the air.

Renjun glares at the mistletoe swinging in the air, making sure to keep everyone who approaches him at arms length to prevent them from standing underneath the it with him. He wasn’t that desperate to kiss anyone, but Jaemin had thought so as he was the one who had come up with the punishment.

“I’m doing him a favor,” Jaemin murmurs to Mark, who gives him a look as he watches Renjun jerk away from Doyoung when he sits beside him.

“How is this helping?”

He shrugs. “He could like.. forget about the mistletoe and accidentally lean in to talk with Y/n, and boom, they’d legally have to kiss.”

“Jaemin, it’s a plant-”

“And? Wouldn’t you be thrilled to be under the mistletoe with your crush?”

Mark rolls his eyes as Jaemin happily takes a sip of his drink, not paying any attention to the glare Renjun is directing his way as he talks with Jeno. The deal was to make him wear the headband till the end of the party, and although they’ve just arrived, Renjun is itching to take it off.

His strategy is to stay in his seat all night, or, until Jaemin is out of sight so he can rip it off. He’d rather die than kiss anyone at the party, and he had nearly fallen off the couch when Doyoung had appeared at his side.

“Did you lose a bet or something?” Doyoung asks him, all the while trying to keep the smirk off of his face as Renjuns scowl deepens.

“You know I did. Don’t rub it in.”

“Maybe this will give you enough courage to finally kiss Y/n.”

Renjun turns his head around so fast the mistletoe wildly whips around. “What?”

“I said-”

“I know what you said,” Renjun snaps, and Doyoung holds his hands up in surrender. “And I do not like Y/n.”

“I didn’t say you liked Y/n, Renjun.”

He frowns at the smug grin pulling at Doyoung’s lips. “You were insinuating it.”

“I did no such thing,” Doyoung says innocently, eyes wandering to something behind him. “Oh, look who just walked in.”

Renjun gasps as he spins around, pushing himself on the edge of the couch to make a run for it, but when he doesn’t spot you, he defeatedly flops back into his seat. He had just proved Doyoung right, and he doesn’t want to face him as he picks at the string on his pants in embarrassment.

“You so like them.”

“So what if I do?” Renjun huffs. “They’ll never like me back.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “You can believe in aliens, but not in Y/n returning your feelings?”

“That’s because I’m not crazy.”

“Believing in aliens makes you crazy, Renjun,” Doyoung snickers.

“If you weren’t older than me I’d so-”

“Oh hey, there’s Y/n.”

Renjun scoffs. “You really think I’m going to fall for that again?”

“Hey Y/n!”

He looks up to find Haechan calling you over, and before Doyoung can wave, Renjun bolts off the couch and runs for the bathroom. He can’t let you see him like this, and if he has to spend the rest of the party hidden away, then so be it. If what Doyoung said does really happen, with him having to kiss you because of the mistletoe, he doesn’t think he could live through it.

He’s already unable to be around you without sweating, and he doesn’t know how he’d act around you if you did kiss. The thought of it has him pacing around in the bathroom, and he growls when the string holding the mistletoe catches against the shower curtain.

A knock at the door makes him freeze as he yanks at the headband, panicking for a second when he can’t unhook the straps on the back.

“Uh, occupied,” he says hastily, leaning back in hopes of just snapping the string and being done with the stupid thing, but when another knock comes, he angrily turns to shout that someone’s in here when his foot slips on the mat.

The door opens right as Renjun lets out a shriek as he crashes into the tub, tangling himself in the shower curtain on the way down.

“Renjun?” a voice calls out, and he groans from inside of the curtain. He thinks that maybe if he doesn’t move, you’ll leave, but after a moment, he can’t stand being wrapped like a mummy and sits up, thrashing at the material. “Woah- hey, let me help you.”

He breathes out as you rip the curtain over his head, and he grimaces when you find the band on his head and you frown. “Don’t ask.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

Renjun fumbles to stand, glaring down at the curtain as it catches on his shoe. If you hadn’t grabbed his elbow he would’ve fallen for the second time, and he can’t meet your eyes as he steps out.

“Thanks,” he coughs out. “Could you- uh, undo this thing? I think it’s stuck.”

“What is this?”

He sighs as you step around him. “You’re going to laugh.”

“I just saw you fall into the bathtub wrapped in shower curtain, Renjun; nothing you say right now will be funnier than that.”

“..I lost a bet.”

You snort and he crosses his arms. “Sorry, sorry. How’d you lose?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Do you want me to take this thing off of you or not?”

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Jeno challenged me to a game of basketball-”

“But you suck at basketball.”

“Thank you, Y/n, for that very obvious fact.”

“Then why accept in the first place?”

“That doesn’t matter,” he waves off your question, bending down to shake out the torn curtain and glares at the piece of mistletoe that drops on the floor.

“What is that?”

“It’s mistletoe, genius.”

You peer over his shoulder as he attaches it back to the stick, fiddling with the headband and begrudgingly slips it on. If Jaemin saw him without the stupid thing, he’d be stuck running around doing whatever he and Jeno asked. The thought makes him shudder as he stands, and you purse your lips to keep yourself from laughing.

“So you have to wear that? Because you lost?”

“No, I chose to wear this,” he snaps, too flustered to notice you inching closer until he sees the way you’re grinning. He gasps and he stumbles back until he hits the sink. “What are you doing? Don’t you know what happens when you stand under the mistletoe with someone?”

You hum, taking another step towards him and he grips the counter with white knuckles. “I don’t think so; could you show me?”

“I-I have no idea what’s happening right now.”

“Jaemin told me you have a crush on me,” you reply with uncertainty. “Is that true?”

Renjun feels himself blush all the way from his hairline to his collar. “Oh my god,” he croaks, mind racing with plans on every way possible he could kill his best friend, and his thoughts come to a screeching halt when you reach for the door. “Wait!”

You jump when he latches onto your wrist, and suddenly he’s pulling you against him and pretends like he knows what he’s doing as he kisses you. Every fiber in his body is screaming at him as he cards his fingers through your hair, running his hand down your cheek to cup your face. He doesn’t even realize his headband has slipped off until the door swings open, revealing a shell shocked Jeno and a smug Jaemin.

“I told you they were making out in the bathroom,” Jaemin says. “And look, Renjun isn’t wearing the mistletoe, so you know what that means.”

Renjun doesn’t know how to react as you bury your face in his neck, both too embarrassed to respond as Jeno quickly slams the door shut.

“I know I’m going to have to be their slave for a week, but that was so worth it,” he admits softly, his thumb skimming over your red skin and you lightly punch his arm.

#renjun #huang renjun #renjun x reader #renjun x you #renjun imagines #renjun imagine #nct #nct x reader #nct x you #nct imagine #nct imagines #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream imagine #nct dream imagines #my writing

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guaranteedtoblowyourmindanytime · 6 years ago

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Wisdom Teeth

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: The reader gets her wisdom teeth taken out and Roger helps her through her recovery.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Surgery? (I’m new to this and I’m still figuring what needs to be warned) fluff

A/n: This is going to suck, I just wanted to get some kind of story out. This is my first queen fanfic. I’ve written stuff on Wattpad YEARS ago and I do not dare to see how bad it is. So hopefully this is good enough,

Your leg bounced as you sat in the waiting room for them to call you back. This was going to be your first surgery, and you were nervous. It just being for your wisdom teeth, but you hadn’t even had a hospital stay that you could remember.

Roger rested his hand on your bouncing knee in hopes of relieving some of your nerves. “It’s going to be alright,” he assured.

You knew deep down it would be okay, it was just the uncertainty that was unsettling. You half smiled and looked down as you simply said, “I know.” You were very grateful your best friend was here.

“Hopefully you’ll do something funny, or spill your deepest and darkest secrets when you wake up,” he said breaking you from your thoughts.

You furrowed your eyebrows and chuckled, “I knew that’s why you really came.”

He laughed and patted your knee. “I’m just playing Y/n.”

Your conversation was interrupted when they called your name. You stood slowly and Roger got up as well. He pulled you in for one last hug. You broke the hug and laughing nervously said, “alright, wish my luck.”

He shook his head and smiled, “you won’t need luck. Hopefully you’re still smart after surgery.”

You playfully pushed his shoulder, “you just had to get one wisdom joke. See you in a bit.”

You slowly started waking up to bright lights. You groaned looking around. Your eyes landed on Roger and he joked, “you don’t look happy to see me.”

You rolled your eyes and reached your hand up to your cheek feeling an ice pack wrapped around your head. “My face feels funny,” you muffled out through your mouth of gauze.

Roger helped you sit up and steadied you as you swayed a little back and forward. “Do you think you can make it to the car?”

You answered with a simple nod and he helped you up. He put his arm around your back and led you to his car. He opened the door for you and helped you in. Once he got into the car and turned to you and said, “alright love, lets get your home.”

You continued to touch your mouth because it felt weird from the numbing. You turned to Roger and said, “is my tongue swollen?” You stuck your tongue out.

He quickly glanced at you and chuckled returning his gaze to the road. “Your tongue isn’t swollen,” he stated.

“It feels so big,” you mumbled through the gauze.

He patted your shoulder as he pulled into your driveway. “Come on, love,” he said helping you from the car. He guided you inside and helped you get situated on your couch. “Are you hungry?” He asked handing you a blanket.

You shook your head ‘no’ as you draped the blanket over your body. Roger went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and handed it to you along with pain medication. You took the gauze out of your mouth, and took the medicine as Roger handed you new rolled gauze.

Roger sat in the chair next to you after he turned on the television. He looked over at you and you had already fallen asleep. He looked over at you occasionally watching you. After an hour or so he got up from his seat and made you soup since you hadn’t eaten anything since the night before. He prepared the soup and left it on the stove for when you woke up.

You slowly woke up in a little pain as the numbing was wearing off. You sat up and looked in the kitchen to see Roger making something in the kitchen.

“Hey love,” he said walking over to you with a bowl of your favorite soup. “It’s your favorite!”

You smiled as you took off the melted ice pack and set it down next to you. He handed you the bowl and grabbed the ice pack to re freeze it. You removed the gauze from your mouth and said, “I think it quit bleeding.”

When Roger returned from the freezer he sat down next to you with his own bowl of soup. You both sat eating your soup while simultaneously watching the television. After you finished the small bowl of soup you went to put the bowl in the dishwasher and Roger stopped you before you even stood up.

“Woah woah woah,” he said as he gently pushed you back into the couch taking your bowl. “The only thing you’ll be doing is recovering.” He then put your empty bowls in the dishwasher and grabbed you a popsicle.

Happily taken the popsicle from him you smiled. “This is the best color for popsicles,” you said excitedly.

He smiled and went to sit down on the single seat but you patted the spot next to you on the couch. He sat down next to you and you positioned your blanket over both of you. “Are you comfy?” you asked.

He raised his eyebrows and said, “wait a minute, I’m supposed to be taking care of you!”

You giggled as you ate the popsicle you had just received. “You’ve been taking care of me all day!”

“You just had surgery, Y/n!” He exclaimed.

“I know that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t care for my best friend who took his day caring for a chipmunk.” You said as you put your hands to your swollen cheeks.

He chuckled, “love, you care so much for people constantly. Let the world pay you back today.” He said as he patted your knee. “And besides, I don’t mind spending the day with my best friend despite her chipmunk qualities.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and frowned playfully, “hey! Only I can call myself a chipmunk.”

“Sorry love, how is the pain?” He asked.

“Surprisingly not that bad. They said the pain medicine would make me tired, but after that nap I’m not tired at all.”

“We could watch your favorite movie,” he suggested.

You smiled, “I would love that.”

So that’s what y’all did. You sat with your best friend and watched your favorite movie, which was his favorite movie too. He was trying to play it cool, but y’all were such close friends your tastes were similar. You fell asleep a little over half way through the movie. Roger didn’t want to wake you when you had fallen asleep on his shoulder so he watched the menu selection screen for a while until you woke up.

#Roger taylor x reader #Ben hardy x reader #borhap boys #Bohemian Rhapsody #Queen #Roger taylor #ben hardy #reader imagines #myworks

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miyomiikonran · 5 years ago

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OCtober #8 p.2 - Who's your most developed OC?

Oh my, that's a question (as well as next one) that actually made me think quite a lot about my OCs, and I came to quite complicated conclusion that I simply can't choose one OC ¯\_(¬u¬)_/¯ For me it really depends on point of view. How should I even measure development? By number of universes OC exists in? Or just compare all of different versions like it were normal characters and choose the one with the most complicated/thought out story of them all? I came up to such division when I asked Ironic (@ironic-artist) who would he consider my most developed OC, after I already had my own answer ready. To my suprise, he said smth completely different than me which came from that difference in point of view, I thought about amount of universes, he thought about characters on their own.

What were the answers though? I said Takashi&Shinuo, with a bit of more of emphasis put on Takashi, who's more active when comparing the twins to themselves. Shinuo is more about thinking and planning, which often can lead to interesting outcomes and suprising decisions he makes in some universes, but Takashi's all about action, making decisions as he goes and pushing forward no matter what is happening. For example, as I said before in here, Shinuo's very likely to step out of confrontation if he thinks it may lead out to violent outcome or he'll try to put down emotions and talk things through. He often considers someone's motives and feelings first and possible reactions, which can even prevent him from interacting at all, while Takashi ditches that out completely. He reacts immidiately basing on his own judgement only or what he considers important and his stubborness often prevents him from giving up even for very long time till he reaches his goal, of course it sometimes leads him to conflict, but he's not afraid of it at all.

Both of them, as they always exists together (I can't kill my own OCs for real, even if I sometimes think about such tragic endings TuT) have TEN universes they exist in and almost half of them (4) were actually made for them and later expanded to other characters as well. Which kinda makes me want to make a chart presenting my way of thoughts when creating more AUs on their example as they're characters with most of these from all my OCs :'D Maybe tommorow I'll add such thing, but don't expect nothing high quality, I suck at drawing and I'll probably make it in paint x'D

Well, but what did Ironic said? Just to make you aware, Ironic is my ultimate soulmate-creating-OC-shitposting-buddy ever. Most of my OCs were created just because Ironic had another idea on his mind and he knows around 90% of stuff created about my OCs in last 10 years. There's literally not even one person who could be more reliable with such question ❤ And he said that such character for him would be either Circus AU Miyomi about who I talked here, or Sadao, about who I talked here, here and here. It was very suprising choice for me tbh :') While with Miyomi after thinking a minute or two I could agree, as this universe is quite widely developed and Miyomi's story continues a lot after she joins the circus, to the point where we even talked though possible bad-ends for it and created a world dedicated to it called "post-circus" which includes concept of reincarnation and soulmates. It also makes sense as developing her took me around 2-3 years before I was satistied with result and once again I included some details in her story with which I'm very familiar myself, which helped me make it more accurate. Sorry, I can't really talk about details, as Ironic wants to ilustrate it one day c: But I can summ it up as journey of a person who started from rock bottom, by pure determination and will to live turned from victim to offender, criminal, force feared by many. At first, it was just an outside appearance as she was completely closed out and stuck in her past, haunted and tied up by everything she did and lived through, not able to affect who she is or change it any way, but eventually found her way through trauma, in the end finding some peace and place for herself even in a world that seemed to forgot the meaning of kindness and forgiveness. Woah, I awakened my almost non-existent poetic sense :')

But Sadao? It kinda shocked me, because of his origins (random, only for fun kinda rp) I didn't take him seriously most of the time and often added ideas about him or his friends based just on funny sentence I or meme I found on internet >u>" But I can see why Ironic can see it like that, as despite of my wild creation process Sadao ended up as very datailed character, who evolves a lot though his story, I even consider him a type of person I would like to be myself, a definition of happy and healthy attitude. He started as egdy, misunderstood and neglected child, that through many mistakes and missteps learned how to take resposibility for another person at young age, which resulted in him becoming confident in his own abilities and made him able to stand up for himself and others. This bloomed a lot when he gained some space and free time only for himself, making him a force hard to stop once he decides he wants something- he finished school despite his past fails and got to university. He opened for new and other people which got him to reflect on everything he did to this point and make important decision about dropping out because architecture didn't make him happy. But getting to know new people, socializing and developing his relationships did and concentrating on that made him able to gain some peace of mind and eventually meet love of his life. Then all these past experiences helped him make important decisions and grow as person, gain more resposibility and finally see some value in stability. By himself he got to the point when he decided that he wants to finish his studies and create his own family, which was something he always lacked himself and that was kinda the last step he missed to really be happy and be able to say he feels whole, which when I think about it, made it all very wholesome c:

Well, this post turned out similar to some posts from last OCtober, kinda personal and more about my way of thoughts than characters themselves, but it's quite satisfying~

#oc-tober #oc tober 2019 #october #oc #original character #circus au #takashi #shinuo #miyomi #sadao

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scenarihoes · 6 years ago

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if you're still doing them, I'd love a scenario for present mic which has a crush on one of the girls that works at the radio station and one day when he arrives she's there alone singing quiet a sexy songs and he notices how great her voice is and how much sexier she makes the song sound

thanks for the request!!!!!!! this is SO cute and i adore present mic hehehe

LET’S GO!

——-

Birds chirp loudly and soar upon the open sky. The sun has yet to even peak over the towering buildings of the city, stars still dancing among the lightening hues of blue and black. If not for the fact that he’d been up all night the previous evening, Hizashi was sure he’d have taken in the early day, sucked in a deep chestful of breath and smiled on the exhale. In his dreariness he can almost appreciate the serenity but with Aizawa’s grumpy tone resonating from the phone tucked between Hizashi’s shoulder and ear, it’s hard to really let loose.

“Remind me why you woke me up?” He grunts, and there’s the sound of shifting blankets.

“Sorry man! I really thought it would go to voicemail,” A loud lions-like yawn escapes him, feet coming to stop at a very familiar radio-station. “You’re usually almost dead around this time.”

“Whatever. What did you want to tell me?”

“I was just gonna leave a simple little message for you to wake up to.”

“Get on with it, then. I’d like to get back to sleep before tomorrow.”

“Alright, alright,” Hizashi tilts his head and secures the phone even tighter as one hand reaches out, catches the door knob and the other shoves the key hastily into the hole. “We’ve got some new systems in the station and I totally forgot to set the damn things up. I went the entire show last night with old goods Shouta!”

“….And?”

“Aaaaaand,” Hizashi stills and shuts his eyes, bracing for impact. “I won’t have time this week to set them up so I’ve gotta get it done before everything else today...” He pauses and shuts his eyes with a cringe. “...I don’t think I can make your coffee run…”

A loud, irritated groan nearly makes him shudder so hard the phone drops. Even though Aizawa can’t see him, the edges of his lips flick upwards in a sheepish smile.

“Come on, man! I can do it tomorrow!”

“I need it today.”

“Wait one more day,” He yowls, shoulders slumping. “I can do it tomorrow, buddy!”

“There’s no point tomorrow when I wanted it today.”

“If it’s so important than why can’t you go get it!”

“Ugh.”

The line falls dead and Hizashi blinks forward at the station door. He doesn’t know if he should be surprised or not- after all, he had told his friend he’d go out and get some of that weird coffee he likes from the store downtown while he was out and about, but to set up the new systems, he knows it’ll throw a pretty hefty wrench in the order of his plans. He’d never make it across town in time with everything else he’s got going on. Three jobs and a week full of errands doesn’t come cheap, after all.

As he shoves the phone into his pockets, a sigh escapes him. Oh well, he’d make up for it some other time. He’d buy double the amount and deliver it to his friends door, practically bust the frame down if there’s no answer. Or maybe he’d just shout Aizawa’s name from outside until the man wanted to knock him out. The usual routine.

The first thing he notices when he pushes the door open is the most obvious: the sound of music. It’s soft but the station is small enough for it to travel fast. The second thing he notices takes a little longer to set in. Compared to the quality of the days prior, the music reaches him so much smoother than it ever had before. Beats rumble in his chest. Languid notes of an American song he recognizes but can’t quite name yet, the gentle thump of vibrations resonating off the tables and walls. The bass is heavy in the medoly and makes him want to dance, but he’s too curious to give in just yet.

From where he stands in the entrance he can already see there sound boards are nearly doubled in size, a dozen more options to play with and another extra few buttons for cheesy special effects.

Which leads to the third thing he notices. Well, realizes, mostly. A mountain of empty boxes stack outside the utulity closet, and his eyes widen.

The systems are already a-go.

Dots connect within his brain, a few words you’d spoken to him earlier in the week.

“Don’t worry about it, Mic,” You’d said with a beaming grin. Cupid must have come around early, since his heart fluttered in his chest like a bird in a glass cage. “You’ve got a lot on your plate. Let me take care of setting up!”

A long grin worms it’s way onto his lips, barring his teeth. In just a few long strides he’s finding the control center, plopping down on the swivel chair and kicking his feet up atop the small desk beside all the sound switches. His fingers interlock, rest on his gut. He could one-hundred percent take his leave, get his things done and even make his best friends day, but…

Then again, when does he ever get some alone time with you?

The bright ‘off air’ sign flashes vibrant red within the hosts cubicle, a ‘hang in there’ poster hastily taped on the wall. You’d gotten it for him with a grin and who was he to break your little heart? He taped it right on and patted it down, beamed down at the cuteness of your smile.

Waiting turns out to be much more boring than he’d anticpated. That combined with the idea that he was going to surprise you was making him restless. You were likely taking time to gather up the wires from the old systems or packing them into storage, completely unawere of his prescense. He’s happy he came by, even if it meant Aizawa wasn’t the happiest camper alive.

Then, a sudden sound of singing urges his broad smile to falter. It takes him back, the lyrics of the song he finally recognized. You’re not humming like you usually are, or murmuring off-beat tunes to whatever songs he was playing at the time. You were singing, belting out note after note like there wasn’t a soul to witness it. Somehow during his time spent around you, one of his most frequent over-night coworkers, he’d never once heard you sing. Surely you’d heard plenty of his voice, but this was something else. Something he never expected.

Vocal range, high notes and low notes perfectly carried…

“…And I know when that hotline bling, that can only mean one thing…”

You sing the words so softly, no where near upbeat as the original. The way it sounds rolling from your tongue almost feels emotional, if not a tad sensual. In his chair, Hizashi shivers, sits upright and presses his palms to his knees in interest.

Suddenly the utility closet’s door swings open, revealing a flood of dim light and then your figure lingering in the door way. You sway to the beat of the music, eyes half shut in lazy comfort. The tip of your feet meets a box and you nudge it over to clear a path.

“Ever since I left the city you- Got a reptation for yourself now,”

You’ve yet to notice the figure observing you in relative silence. Hizashi’s over the moon and doesn’t even care that he’s likely being creepy just staring.

“Everybody knows and I feel left out,”

He tingles from the tip of his spine all the way down. Never had he thought Hotline Bling of all songs could sound so saucy, especially coming from your lips. It’s almost an opposite to your usually peppy demeaner.

“Girl you got me down, you got me stressed ou- WOAH!”

In that moment he swears he see’s you leap ten feet high. Your clutch yourself and launch backwards, eyes wide, mouth agape, a hot red already painting the tops of your cheeks. Your sudden outburst scares Hizashi as much as his hidden prescense had scared you, and he’s up and moving so quick the swivel chair slams into the sound systems behind him.

“Hey, hey, hey!” He cries. “No need to freak, it’s only me!”

“You scared the absolute hell out of me, Yamada!” Your hands find your chest. “I almost had a heart attack!”

“Aw doll, I didn’t mean to.” Now he feels like kind of a jerk. You’d been so calm just a moment ago…

As you brush your hair back and sigh, regaining composure, you look up at him. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I uh-…” He rubs the back of his head, long blond hair that he kept flattened today spilling between his fingers. “I was gonna set the systems up before friday.”

“I thought I told you I had it under control?”

“You did! I totally forgot, sorry! But we’ve got more pressing matters-“ His hands reach out and grasp your shoulders. “You never told me you could sing!”

Ah, there goes that tomato red all over again. You tense in his grasp. “W-Well, I don’t exactly do it often…”

“Whaaaaat?!” Hizashi let’s you go and spins dramatically, hands to the sky. “You should! You’re amazing, I could really feel it in my soul!”

“You felt Hotline Bling in your… Soul?”

“All beacuse of you! You’re spectacular. Why do you hold your voice hostage from the world?!”

Another wave of flush encases you and he can see the way you advert your eyes, bite your cheek and force a laugh. “Um… I’m kinda shy…”

“All the more reason to put yourself out there,” Once more his hands find your shoulders, but this time, he bends down to your eye level. You struggle to meet his gaze. “In fact, you should join me and some of my good friends for karaoke this saturday.”

“But the show on friday...?”

“Who say’s the part has to stop after the show! Catch some z’s and we’ll go crazy all over again!”

“W-What?!” You gawk, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his wrists. “I-I couldn’t-… Singing along isn’t my thing, sure it’s fun with friends but…”

“You won’t be alone, I’ll sing with you!” Hizashi pulls back and points to himself with two thumbs. “It’ll be a blast! You don’t even really have to sing if you don’t want to, but you should totally come along! It’ll be like some sort of date!”

Upon the dawn of the first second that word leaves his lips, he’s stone. You gape at him.

“I-I mean, it doesn’t have to be a date, m-more like-“ He feels like he’s going to start sweating bullets any minute. “More like a friend date, yknow? Between two friends! Yeah!”

A swift giggle leaves you, and you’re shaking your head. Endearment, he recognizes. It makes him feel cozy on the inside even despite the butterflies beating the hell out of his stomach.

“It’s fine,” You say, but you’re just as shaken as he is. “I-It can be a date. I think it would be fun, even if I don’t sing much.”

“You mean it?!”

“Well, yeah…! It’s kinda hard not to have fun with you.”

“I mean the date! You wanna go on a date with me?”

A giggle escapes you and sounds with the ever playing music in the background. “Of course!”

Hizashi’s world falls right into the place at the exact right moment. Heavens gates split open, angels sing, golden outlines both him and you. His arms, of course, throw over his head in triumphance.

“Yeah!!!!” He cheers. “You gotta sing that song with me, though!”

“Once, and only once.” Cheekily, you glance up at him from your lashes. “… And only if you sing it with me.”

Suddenly you’re pressed flat against his chest, two arms wrapping around you with childlike excitement. You flail but find purchase on holding the back of his shirt, the length of his hair tickling your upper back.

“Alright then,” He sings. “It’s a deal!”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #imagine #scenario #present mic #yamada hizashi #x reader

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aella-a · 7 years ago

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banlin -this does need a title

Part 3 of the Lingerie fic

Here is Part 2

Note This does not qualify as explicit yet, but tis certainly on the hard side of mature so beware if thats not your thing

Also this is not betaed so sorry if there is any mistakes

When Lin arrived in the bedroom Banba was sitting on the bed back up against the bed head on the pillows in his usual attire of ugly sweater, long black pants and no socks.

Banba gave him a small smile but said nothing. Lin was about to get mad but then realised he’d asked Banba to stay silent. It made things even more uncomfortable now and his stubbornness was the only thing that kept Lin from running out of that bedroom. Lin unbuttoned his shirt and hastily turned around, not able to meet Banba’s eyes. Even so, he could practically feel those eyes boring into him from behind.

It didn’t take long to do, when he got down to his boxers he paused.

‘Lin-chan, you don’t have to.’

‘Didn’t I tell you not to talk?’ Lin said without turning around.

He thought he could hear a sigh from Banba. But with one tug he had his boxers down, kicking them aside. It wasn’t as easy putting on the ensemble this time, without the mirror or a place to sit but he welcomed the challenge. If he could focus on the clips and get the stockings up without a tear in a straight line then he didn’t have any room to think any further. He fussed a little towards the end but when he thought everything was neatly in place he turned around.

He couldn’t quite look at Banba, but when he did Banba was looking at him with a small frown. Fucking fantastic. This wasn’t exactly what Lin had imagined.

‘I’ve done it okay?’ He muttered. ‘Hope you enjoyed it.’ He bent over to grab his clothes, ready to go back into the bathroom and wallow in his humiliation, but was stopped by a gentle ‘Lin-chan.’

He took a deep breath and turned, arms crossed.

Banba was on the end of the bed with his right hand palm up. His eyes were too kind.

‘What?’

‘Take my hand.’

Lin sighed, debating for a moment, but Banba’s eyes had that puppy look he couldn’t resist and he slowly put his hand in Banba’s. Banba stood up still holding his hand.

‘Lin-chan, I’m going to show you how I see you.’

Banba tugged on Lin’s hand and gently lead him out into the living room, and then out onto the small hall.

Lin stopped when he saw they were heading for the bathroom, his stocking feet obstinately planted on the floor.

‘Lin-chan?’

‘You promise you won’t do anything weird.’

Banba squeezed his hand. ‘Well, I can’t really promise that.’ Banba gave him a smirk. ‘But I can say that I won’t do anything you don’t want and if you say stop, then that’s it.’

‘Not exactly reassuring, idiot.’ But Lin supposed it had to do, so he allowed Banba to lead the way.

When they got to the bathroom, Banba placed his hands on his shoulder and positioned him in front of the wall length mirror.

Lin couldn’t quite look at it, focusing on the floor. He could feel the warmth of Banba behind him, barely anything separated them and it was a little distracting.

Gently Banba positioned his arms above his head, next to Banba’s face, and held the wrists together lightly with his fingers.

With his other hands his chin was pushed up, lifting his face.

‘Look, Lin-chan, look at ya.’ Banba brushed back the bangs from his eyes.

So Lin looked.

Having his arms above his head, held together by Banba’s fingers lengthened his body, causing his stomach to go taut and emphasize the lines on his panties and garter belt.

Behind him, Banba placed free hand lightly on Lin’s waist. Banba obviously didn’t put as much effort as Lin did in keeping out of the sun and with skincare, his long fingers were a dark contrast against the lighter tones of his waist.

It was quite an image, and Lin felt the first stirrings of arousal.

‘You’re a pretty picture, Lin.’

Lin couldn’t help it, he snorted. Other than a smalls smirk, Banba ignored that, instead he moved his hand up and twined his fingers around Lin’s hair which had fallen forward over his shoulders. ‘Your hair looks so luxuriant, like one of those actresses in the dramas you watch and so soft.’

‘It’s called hair moisturiser,’ Lin muttered under his breath.

‘Shoosh, Lin-chan,’ Banba said against his ears. ‘Just listen.’

The way that Banba’s voice dipped, a little breathy stopped any retort and Lin watched in the reflection Banba continue to consider him in the mirror, a thumb around his upright wrists giving a small caress.

‘I like your face, especially your eyes. They widen so cute when you’re surprised or happy. Makes me want to kiss your lips.’ Banba pressed his thumb against Lin’s bottom lip. ‘You always use the prettiest lipstick, I especially like the pink.’

The hand moved down his neck onto his chest. ‘I like the strength here.’ Banba glided his fingers across his pectorals. ‘The scars.’ He traced them over the small scars on his chest. I’ve seen them in the changing room at baseball. I wanted to lick them,’ as he said this Banba brushed one finger across his nipple and Lin shivered. The hypnotic quality of Banba’s voice, and the way he was touching him made his skin feel electric. He was half hard now and he was sure Banba could see. But that wasn’t so bad, isn’t that what Banba wanted? What he wanted?

Banba moved his hand to his other nipple and circled it once before pressing his thumb against the nub. Lin’s eyes shut closed for a moment, liking the sensation. Apparently he was sensitive there. Both his nipples were erect now.

Banba’s then splayed his fingers across Lin’s belly, and then lowered it, tracing his fingers along his garter belt. ‘You’re the pretty picture, Lin-chan. And this,’ Banba flicked at the garter belt, ‘is the frame.’

Lin rolled his eyes. ‘You’re a crap poet.’

Banba snorted against his hair. ‘Mean, Lin-chan.’ He let go of Lin’s arms and Lin dropped them. Banba wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and said voice laden with approval. ‘But you are so very pretty.’

‘Just pretty?’ Lin couldn’t stop looking at the way Banba held him. How they looked in the mirror. They looked like lovers.

‘Pretty, smart, brave and beautiful. And,’ Banba let removed his hands and then pushed him around slightly so that the mirror showed his ass in the thong style. Banba placed his hands on one ass cheek and squeezed. ‘You have an incredible ass, and these cute panties really really really show how incredible they-’

Lin pulled Banba down and pressed his lips againt Banba’s. It didn’t quite hit the mark but it shut Banba up.

‘You’re a pervert,’ Lin said, voice only a little breathless after moving back.

Banba smiled and massaged Lin’s ass and Lin couldn’t help but press himself against Banba’s thigh, he was incredibly turned on. ‘Only for you, Lin-chan. Ya understand?’

Lin honestly didn’t have any words, there was a battle going on between humiliation and lust. He wanted Banba to keep touching him, but it was still so embarrassing.

‘Lemme show you something you’ll like,’ Banba said gently pushing him so he ass was against the sink cabinet.

Lin looked at Banba uncertainly, and Banba stroked his hair. ‘Don’t look so worried, Lin-chan. Remember, if you don’t wanna you can just say.’

‘It’s fine,’ Lin said, although he really wasn’t sure if he was, his heart was pounding away in his chest like crazy.

Banba leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then down his neck. A slow trail of kisses down his chest giving particular attention to his scars before Banba had gone down on his knees before him.

Lin’s breath hitched, starting to get an idea of where this was going. ‘If you…’ His gave a breathy exhale as Banba mouthed his erection that was threatening to pop out of his panties. ‘If you make me stain them I’ll force you to hand wash them.’

Banba looked up at him. ‘Wouldn’t want that.’ Then, with a gentleness Lin really didn’t think Banba had in him the front of his panties were pushed down and his erection was freed.

Lin placed his buried his hands in that thick head of hair as Banba kissed up his erection before taking it into his mouth..

The noise that Lin made would have absolutely humiliated him if he was able to think. Lin had never had anyone touch him there for pleasure. Sure, he’d been groped a number of times, actually more times than he could count (although most of those who had tried were missing hands…if they were lucky). But nobody had touched him like this, and he was completely and absolutely unprepared for it.

Banba watched him the entire time, and Lin could not look away, his fingers digging into Banba’s roots as he came close to his orgasm. When he cried out at the end, Banba sucking it all down so carefully Lin was grateful that there was no windows here. He’d be sure everyone would have heard.

‘See,’ Banba said flicking his dick back in his panties neatly. ‘All clean.’

‘You…you idiot,’ Lin said covering his face as tears fell, and he too would have fell as well as his legs gave way and Lin was swept into arms. ‘Woah, Lin-chan. I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone cry with a blow job.’ The back of his head caressed as Lin buried himself further into that stupid sweater. ‘Are you okay?’

This only made cry Lin harder and he clenched his fingers into the sweater…he was sure he’d look terrible now. Banba stood there, holding him and rubbed his back letting him cry it out. It wasn’t pretty like the characters in the dramas, it was horrible, and just when he thought it was over more ugly hoarse sobs wracked him. It took a long time before it stopped.

When he was sure he wasn’t going to embarrass himself he pulled back, face undoubtedly blotchy to see Banba’s concerned gaze. ‘I’m fine. It’s just…’ Lin couldn’t continue. He wasn’t even sure if he knew exactly what he felt, an overwhelming sense of gratitude, but also a great deal of shock. Shock at his body’s reaction and the emotional reaction too. It was completely embarrassing and pathetic how he’d reacted. Lin thought he was tougher but this had really broken down the walls he’d built up over all those years.

And the one who had broken down those walls was Banba. The idiot had batted all his doubts and suspicion aside so easily. Had shown him how pretty and wanted he was, and then made him feel so incredible with his hands and mouth. Lin really didn’t think after he’d lost his sister and his mother that he’d ever feel so loved again. He never thought he deserved it, that there would be anyone out there who would accept him as he was. His scars, make-up, his clothing style and everything. The ‘stupid face’ with the worse fashion sense, and terrible jokes and messy ways had shown him otherwise, and he didn’t think he could ever be able to tell Banba how much that meant to me. He didn’t think he quite understood completely what that even meant, not entirely, and what it would mean in the future. All he could say was today, and in this moment something deep in him had changed.

‘I didn’t push you too far there, Lin-chan?’

Lin shook his head. It was hard to pull himself together enough to talk but he made the effort. ‘As if.’

Banba combed Lin’s hair down gently. ‘But it was good right, Lin?’ There was a tiny tinge of worry there.

Lin put his head against Banba’s chest again and wrapped his arms around his waist for another hug and said softly. ‘Yeah, it was good.’ He faintly realised it no longer bothered him that he was standing there basically naked in front of Banba, not just in front of, but clinging. He’d definitely have a shower after this, maybe he could get Banba to join him.

He felt the echoes of Banba’s light chuckle against his skin and Lin squeezed Banba’s waist tighter, letting his actions show what he couldn’t in words.

End (except maybe an epilogue, I feel this needs one).

Note: I know Lin crying again, but I feel Lin cries whenever anyone emotionally profound happens in his life so it fits in this. Sometimes I think he cries in front of people he trusts, subconsciously he knows he can.

My HTR Master Fic Post

#hakata tonkotsu ramens #banlin #fanfic

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buildabridgeandlangoverit · 6 years ago

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The Haunting No Reply

Ghosting, everyone has experienced it and everyone has done it. But what is wrong with telling someone you aren’t interested? We seem to be in an age where we have to go off signals and behaviours of our own interpretations which only lead us down the rabbit hole of uncertainty falling into the all too familiar questions, why hasn’t he replied? Is he talking to other girls? Is he even interested? Should I have done this instead? Did I do something wrong? The last question being the biggest question that constantly plays on the mind which no doubt leads to - well what is wrong with me? Absolutely nothing! It’s on them and this was honestly one of the hardest things for me to get a hold of and since we are telling the truth, it is still hard to grasp at times.

As much as some of us don’t like to admit it, we are creatures of habit. Most of the time you can tell by a person’s behaviour how interested they are... for example, are they asking questions back or are they trying to end the conversation, what is the response rate like, are they now taking 5 seconds as opposed to 0.02 seconds to reply, where was my good morning message, who is suggesting the meet ups and what is the meet up, etc. We get attached to the routine of our communication with another. This is even with friends and family - for example, even though I live out of home, I will still message my parents when I go out of town to let them know I got to the destination safely. With potential partners you fall into this habit of knowing around what time they will message you throughout the day or know they aren’t available to chat at certain times due to sporting or other commitments. We can’t help it. So it’s when their behaviour changes the questions begin and your own behaviour changes... You are no longer the cool chilled chick you were a few days ago and you start to rattle your brain;

- Idiot! Why did you put hahaha when haha would have been plenty?

- Who is he with?

- What if I send one more message to see if he replies?

- Is my phone broken?

- Is their phone broken?

- I’ll send a Snapchat aimed for them but also generalised so they don’t think it was sent just to them

Now I’m going to use my favourite analogy, I came up with this one after a guy ghosted me then after a few months told me why. Go back to when we were talking, would I have been upset, yes, however, I would have dusted off gotten back up and moved on a lot quicker because by ghosting it meant it still had a hold in my mind as it always felt unfinished even though we knew it was done - closure, it’s what everyone needs but most of the time doesn’t get. By waiting that time it left me in my own head, which most will agree, is not the most ideal place to be. You only have yourself to battle with and more often than not you lose.

So anyway - my analogy, guys seem to treat us like porcelain dolls, wrapped tightly in bubble wrap, they unwrap us by being the guy we want them to be, take us on nice dates, one layer gone, message replies are instant and engaging, another layer gone, suggests future plans and wants to start including you in social events with friends, that’s me pretty much unwrapped exposing my delicate self for them to take care of. Then, then comes the ghosting. Guys see this delicate porcelain doll and they don’t want to break it so they place it on the shelf never to acknowledge it. It shouldn’t be the guys concern for breaking us, yes you leave some cracks but lucky we know how to put ourselves back together. It should be about how you handle it, place the doll on the shelf and it’ll eventually get knocked off, taking longer to be put back together, but wrap it back up in a layer of bubble wrap and it’s good to go to another home. Know what I’m saying!?

So how do we date? Lay it all on the table and see what they eat up? Or deliver ourselves in small courses to slowly get through the meal of getting to know someone?

I’m going to share a recent dating experience, this one was hook line and sinker direct, lay it all on the table.... Let’s call him B. B seemed super confident through texts, we had a pretty good first date discovering we had a lot in common and the potential for it to go further was on the table. I was right out of my comfort zone with this one only because he became very intense within a few hours.... yep I’m sticking to hours. We went from hey lets hang out again to hey I’ve told every man and his dog about you and me and they can’t wait to meet you, are you free 2025 for a family holiday oh and also what should we call our kids? Woah woah woah, lets back up about 50 steps and go on a second date. (I wish I was kidding but we hadn’t even had a second date).

So B was super intense, I didn’t really know how to handle it, do I ghost because his pursing was too much for me, do I be up front and say the all-time classic – it’s not you it’s me or do I play it out and see what happens. Maybe it’s just the hype of meeting or the excitement that we’ve clicked on a few levels, maybe, just maybe he will settle down with it after another date. Nope, second date came around and it was full steam ahead, are we a thing? Can we continue this? Do you want to meet my friends? When can I meet your friends? I’ll step to the side and I say I did get a little caught up with the prospect of it all knowing full well in the back of my head it wasn’t going to work long term and also in the background was my best friend holding up all the red flags and me being semi blinded to see them. Here’s where the story takes a turn, I can see where I went wrong on our second date but it is only while beginning to write this blog that I realised the domino affect it had on him.... by a silly (I thought funny, turns out not so much) comment I made and my change in behaviour over the days between dates he had begun to doubt himself and us together. He came across so confident at the start which was an attractive quality but suddenly, from my own observation - unable to confirm with him, I brought out some of his insecurities and I didn’t exactly comfort or acknowledge them which made me see a different side of him. He also went from showing full emotion to just blocking me out after trying to consult with him. In the end, when he had come to the conclusion I wasn’t the girl for him, he decided to ghost me. So we went from one extreme to another of messaging constantly and him providing ridiculous amounts of attention to nothing. This brings me to what I have found to be the different levels of ghosting;

1. The fade away - slowly stops replying, doesn’t use the same language in messages.

2. The “sorry been busy” - welcome to 2018 where we are constantly on our phones. If you can’t find a few moments to reply then you are not interested, kinda simple right?

3. The snapper - if you have each other on Snapchat the snaps will go from sending you more personal and funny things that remind you of the other to - look at my lunch, look at this dog, look at this pencil etc.

4. The Hello, are you still into me - will send messages every so often (mainly when drinking) to remind you that they are still there but also keep you at a distance as a back-up plan.

5. The mutual Ghost - where you are both on the same page of not being into each other but neither wants to end it so you both slowly go your separate ways.

AND of course! For the big finish

6. The cutter - everything is fine, he has been acting a little odd but nothing alarming, then wham bam thank you mam no reply and never hear from again (until you run into them at downstairs moose after one too many tequilas and start the cycle again).

So why ghost? Is it to save the persons feelings or is it more to avoid the awkward conversation around “what are we” because I can assure you both suck just as much. Of course no one likes rejection, I have never met someone who has said, hi I’m Stacey, my likes include being rejected and my dislikes are pineapple on pizza, I mean a girl likes her beauty therapist but isn’t thrilled by getting waxed. Where does this option of ghosting come into play? I personally would much prefer the “hey I’m just not that into you” message then you switch on me faster than Will Smith - turn around now - switch - never to speak again. For the guys and girls that think they are preserving the others feelings I’m sorry to say you aren’t.

Got a fair way through writing this blog before I thought I should get the perspective of my mates that have gone through ghosting and I got more than I wanted; she wrote about how she did the haunting without the realisation of how it affected the other, here’s a snippet of what she wrote;

“Guys have feelings too!

One of my guy friends said to me and at the time I always wondered why. Now years later I have reflected on his words and understand his situation. He was wanting me to want him and I was not the girl to do it.

I was not his person, but he was weighing it up in his head.”

Which brings me trying to speak on behalf of the male gender... wish me luck. Ok so I know girls can be just as bad when it comes to ghosting and games. Hearing stories of girls just using guys for attention or keeping them in their pocket until their Prince Charming comes along and I 110% don’t agree with this. It’s selfish, unkind and straight up a dick move. But its girls like that, that will often complain the most about mistreatment from guys. Which if you learn anything from this blog let it be this - treat a potential partner the way you want to be treated. You want to play mind games, expect them back, you want to stir and create jealously, don’t be shocked when it happens to you. To summarise - Don’t expect to be treated like a Princess when you treat them like a frog.

We can keep coming back to we don’t know another’s situations so many times before someone asks the question, well how do we know if we don’t try? Good question with no helpful answer. You can only try; you can line up 15 dates in a week and have 3 of them cancelled, 5 of them ghost you, 2 of them not your type, 3 of them just looking for a hook up and the other 2 being put into the potential bucket. You can let all this get to you or you can face it, claim it and get back on that horse.

I dated this one guy, you could put us in a blank white room and we would be entertained for hours by each other’s company, we could talk about the paint drying on the wall and it would be interesting. We had a lot in common and there was no pressure to be anyone but yourself, it was an incredible feeling. And then he ghosted me..... I’ve been ghosted plenty of times but I don’t think I will ever quite understand what happened with this one. Usually you can at least pick up little things, but the battle in my head says it was timing and his head space with the added reminder that it isn’t all on me. Ghosting doesn’t always hurt, but this one did. But hey, here I am dusted off writing about it and soldiering on. Because there is only so many times I can ask a brick wall why before the realisation of me not getting any answer becomes clear as day.

Andddd what’s the point of this all? Well a few things, ghosting is not the most ideal way to end things, but it is a common one, just be mindful of the situation and the other person before you leave them on read. Better to rip off the band aid!

As always here are some handy tips to finish this blog;

1. Every fairytale has an ever after and sometimes that ever after isn’t with that person, you’ll find your prince/princess soon

2. Don’t take it personally if you get ghosted, you have probably done it too

3. The reason behind why you get ghosted is not a reflection on you as a person

4. Honesty remains the best policy

5. Go out, have fun and you stay classy San Diego

#Ghosted #Tindergame

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