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mnemosyne-xiv · 1 year ago

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My Pinned Post~ ♡

I tried to schedule this for some ungodly hour as to not clutter timelines—but if you still stumble across this, I hope you have a lovely day/night! ^^

Hi! Hello.~ ♡ Hope you're doing well and thank you for checking out my blog! This is my personal and only blog where I post mainly screenshots + random bouts of writing for my ocs and their ships! Most everything revolves around my cynical miqo Remia and her developing struggling relationship with Zero, but you'll find varied content here for the few other oc's I have accompanying her on her adventures through the msq as well~

Here are the tags I frequently use to hopefully help you navigate the functioning mess that is my blog ♡

zerem: Everything having to do with Zero and Remia's relationship. til kingdom come: Ship tag for Vetis and Proserpina/ Gremory. wol questions/ wolqotd: WoL/OC question answers. Don't hesitate to send in questions of your own! They can be about anything or any of my ocs so let your curiosity run wild ^^ drabble: The longest writing you'll find on my blog. Roughly 2k word oneshots that I need to get out of my mind and I cross-post these on ao3. idle musings: Very short writing. A couple paragraphs long snippets at best that are just there to better expand upon whatever their subject is. before the flood: Writing and screenies that take place on the Thirteenth before the Flood of Darkness.

More tags will be added as needed but I'll try to keep them as few as possible if only to keep things organized ^^;

If you happen to enjoy my writing you can find more of my nonsenical ramblings over on Ao3! I'm currently working on finishing Aestelle's third fic in her trilogy but will soon start posting Remia's chaptered fic going through the msq. And I also on occasion publish gear-mashups of my own on the Mod Archive. I focus most on my writing but gear mashups and vfx overhauls are a nice creative break ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Below the cut is a bit of info about my ocs but other than that, that's it for this lil pinned post! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the descent into chaos ♡

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕆ℂ'𝕊

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 A void mage who specializes in voidsent summons and forbidden arcane recollection arts, Remia is a villain in the eyes of most. She loathes helping others unless there's something to gain and is the first to cruelly deny someone if she suspects they're attempting to take advantage of what little kindness she was willing to show. Deep within her soul lies a spreading corruption that threatens to shatter her from the inside. With the few tidbits of information she has, Remia works on borrowed time to try and prevent the inevitable while those around her are none the wiser to her internal struggle. This nonsense about saving a great wyrm is a means to further search the Thirteenth, obtain stronger summons, and learn of a way to purify her soul. Her "good deeds" are all done in the name of self-preservation and nothing more.

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐚) Once a princess of a kingdom on the verge of collapse prior to the Thirteenth's fall to the Flood of Darkness, the voidsent now known as Gremory follows Remia to a fanatical degree. Unlike that of a normal voidsent, Gremory's very essence was altered when she was summoned by an Amdapori white mage and experimented on to reverse the effects of Darkness only to have her aether go from one extreme to the other. She's now a voidsent of raw Light who acts as Remia's most steadfast ally despite no bargain having been struck between the two. Why Gremory is so loyal to someone seemingly so cruel, only she and Vetis know.

𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬 Before the Flood of Darkness, Vetis was a vaunted knight and chivalric memoriate both. Now a mere imp voidsent who has entered a pact with Remia, the details unknown to all save themselves, he works alone to find a means to mend Remia's lost memories and restore Gremory to her true self. And in proper voidsent fashion, he isn't helping Remia out of the kindness of his own heart. He needs those memories in order to see his own dreams come true at the cost of Remia's sanity. Her life in exchange for his and Gremory's shared future is a rather small price to pay—one he's sure Remia will understand when her time is nearing its end.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐬 A white mage of Amdapor who lived during the end of the War of Magi. He possessed great charm and a lovely smile that masked the wickedness he hid deep within himself. The experiments he conducted on voidsent were far too cruel and inhumane for his fellow white mages to learn of and so he kept his work secret, a miracle he managed such a thing considering how popular he was among the masses. His magnum opus to the world was turning Gremory from a fiend of Darkness into a magnificent creature of primordial Light. She served him loyally up until the day he died while helping seal Diabolos deep within the depths of Amdapor. Now a fraction of his soul lives on within Remia, feasting upon her essence while slowly breaking her in order to revive himself. The question of how his soul came to reside deep within her own is a question neither Gremory nor Vetis are keen on answering...

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 A coy and cunning woman from the Thirteenth that Zero says Remia reminds her a great deal of. She and Mariella had met a number of times while traveling from one place to the next during the Contramemoria. Despite the two running into one another to an uncanny degree, there's little Zero can recall about that woman. Though, there are three things she does remember. Firstly, Mariella came from a noble family hence the two daggers she wielded having been made from better steel than most weapons memoriates used. Secondly, she was by no means a hero, but she did uphold a warped code of her own that led many to believe otherwise. And lastly, she died shortly before the Flood, Zero having been the very person Mariella sacrificed herself to save.

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 Now that the Final Days are no more, the vaunted Warrior of Light has stepped away from her role as Champion of Eorzea to instead pursue her own goals as Azem. She has reclaimed her former self prior to the Great Sundering—memories and incantations alike—and now works alongside her lover Hades to preserve the history of the Ancients in their entirety. And once their duty has come to an end, she and her beloved will return to the star to be reborn alongside all of their friends from those halcyon days. Etheirys is in good hands and she trusts the sundered to survive with Remia and Ravn both leading the charge into that brighter tomorrow. Her part to play in history has come to an end, and now she's only seen when a matter demands her direct intervention. Otherwise, not even Ravn knows where her dear friend has disappeared to.

(Aestelle has an entire longfic trilogy dedicated to her over on Ao3 that you can find here. By no means do you need to read that to follow along with Remia's story, but for those curious about my main WoL and her journey from 2.0 to 6.0, there ya go! aestelle might eventually get a side-blog one day tbh soooo :') )

𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐧 Remia's sister who isn't actually my oc. She belongs to my best friend who goes by the same name ^^ Ravn is currently in the process of setting up her own blog so once that's how she wants it, I'll link back to it here ♡

#remia #ffxiv zero #zerem #til kingdom come #idle musings #drabble #ffxiv oc #ffxiv #writing #ffxiv screenies #wol questions #ffxiv gpose #vetis #proserpina #theos #mariella #ravn #aestelle

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kpopfanfictrash · 1 year ago

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Heloo miss🤍

I want advice 🫠 been thinking for a while that I want to start writing poems or songs but I dunno how to start can you share your story how did you get into writing and what made you think to be a blogger? how did you start?

How do I start? What do I write😭

Hi, anon! Hope your day/night is going well :)

Sure, I can share my experience with writing and on this blog. I've never actually written poetry or songs (not my forte!), but hopefully something about my creative process speaks to your own. Placing a cut here!

When I was growing up, I didn't write often outside of schoolwork and journaling. The first time I sat down and tried to write my own story/book (outside of school) was after college, during my first couple years in the workforce. I've always been an avid reader and kind of entered this slump where I wasn't seeing things I wanted to read on the market. This sparked the idea of... hey, what if I wrote the thing I want to read? I started by brainstorming and drafting a few full-length novels of my own. One of these I completed and the others were just snippets and scenes (none of these have been posted to my blog, although I do still have some in the back of my mind). I kind of got into a funk with this process, feeling as though I was writing without actually progressing.

COINCIDENTALLY, this happened to be around the time I found k-pop (2015). There were a lot fewer of us in the fandoms at the time lol, and Tumblr was pretty thriving with kpop creators. I created a blog here to see what was happening and that's when I stumbled upon fanfic. I realized this might be a great way to share my writing, get feedback and figure out whether people respond to my stories. I created this blog at the end of 2016 and started posting my writing.

To be blunt, things were very slow-going and I had NO idea what I was doing lol. I mimicked things I saw other writers doing (posting small chapters, adding a read more, creating a summary/header/etc., creating a master list, doing FAQs). At first, I was similar to you and had no idea what to write. Some things I found helpful were:

Take requests (ask readers to send you messages/asks with fic ideas for you to write)

Use story prompts/prompt generators (you can either Google writing prompt generator or find posts on Tumblr and ask your followers/readers to send you prompts)

As you start writing and posting, you'll eventually get a feel for what works for you. What genres are you drawn to? What tropes resonate with your writing style? Are you better at writing dialogue or description? Do you enjoy fantasy/world-building? (as a writer, not a reader LOL it's different) Are you comfortable with and/or inspired by writing sex between characters? All of these are things to explore and discover; and the answers can change over time! I know mine have. I will always recommend pushing your boundaries and trying new things; you never know what unexpected trope you'll enjoy.

It wasn't long before I stopped feeling inspired by requests and instead, started coming up with ideas of my own. Or -- maybe you'll try writing and find it never gets easier, you don't really enjoy the process and that's also cool. You can move onto the next thing of interest! Whatever you choose, best of luck and I hope you have fun and enjoy the experience.

#asks #on writing

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sanssoucisims · 2 years ago

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♥︎ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 ℒ𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 ♥︎

Okay, so I don’t know if any of you have caught on to my subtle hints toward this lovely couple, but I figured it’s about time I introduced them. This is Jack and Rose Dawson on their wedding day! Rose is my character, while Jack is owned by a friend of mine, @whoretownsims, aka Drew. You can view his interpretation of our characters here.

I grabbed a bunch of romantic poses and snagged some gorgeous wedding CC (even the “venue” was a gallery find - it’s so vast and beautiful!!), which inspired me to make this series of images! In fact, I actually took a lot more screenshots, and as I don’t want to clog up this post with like, seven more images, I just made a separate page on my blog where you can view them here!

Not only did I find a... *ahem* movie-accurate hairstyle for Rose, but her dress was also a gorgeous find (courtesy of @vintagesimstress)! I don’t even know how long I spent looking for a dress that would suit her style. Ideally, I pictured her veil to be slightly longer, but eh, I kinda gave up and went with the one shown here. I think it compliments her outfit nicely, and I’m sure her husband thinks she looks just as beautiful and radiant. ♥︎

As you can see, some of their wedding photos are framed in their home. :) They’re very much in love with each other, can’t you tell?? yes, there’s another one of these “custom” photos on the side there

Funny story, I have this whole convoluted method for taking photos which involves summoning/teleporting a random townie to the lot, adding them to my family (I remove them afterwards when the photo session is done) and giving them a camera, then cheating their photo skill up so they can take perfect photos once I pose my other sims (look, I don’t want to download a game-breaking mod for this, okay? I’m cheap, *wheeze*). The “photographer” I summoned was this fine specimen, Deandre Herron.

He’s kind of weird, and it’s not just because of the way he looks. The whole time he was on this lot, he had the “poorly decorated” moodlet. DESPITE THIS BEING ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOTS I’VE EVER LAID EYES UPON?? Oh, and it turns out he’s kind of a creep. When I looked in his relationships tab, he’d already went and made acquaintances with a bunch of people, but there was one person he was “friends” with: a LITERAL CHILD. STRANGER FUCKING DANGER.

Besides that, it took some... well, adjustments to get the Dawsons to pose properly (one of the poses apparently only worked if the teleporter thing was placed diagonally??? It was weird). It didn’t happen too often, but once in a while, they would end up in the wonkiest poses if I didn’t place the teleporters correctly.

But yeah, anyways, be on the lookout for more of the Dawsons!! They’re my favorite couple in my town.

yes they’re named after the titanic couple, sue us james cameron. jack didn’t deserve to die

#sanssouci's sims #the sims 4 #the sims community #the sims 4 screenies #the sims 4 screenshots #simblr #the sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #sims 4 screencaps #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 screenies #showing off my sims #ngl they are actually supposed to be based on the titanic couple #but we put them in an alternate universe in the present day #bc again jack didn't deserve to die #they deserve their happy ending #and like we didn't want to deal with historical inaccuracies or any of that

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ecrisparfois · 2 years ago

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little white lie

summary : levi and his girlfriend’s thursday night routine. college au.

warning (s) : lie (?) not proof-read

words count : 0.5k

A/N : I was planning on uploading exclusively-draco content, but, well, my inner levi fangirl kicked in. I’m supposed to be working on that one request submitted a couple weeks ago, but my fingers are possesed and somehow write this instead? like what’s happening? ignore that shitty title btw.

anw, I stole this idea from a request? I stumbled upon a popular blog (I think) with the request to write a story with this premise, but I read it and it’s nothing like what I was expected, so, I decide to write my own! Which, I’m sure not as great. Anw, if you requested or wrote something similar to this pls let me know bc I can’t remember! :D

Levi checked his wristwatch for the umpteenth time, growing impatient with every ticking second. You should have been out of the class five minutes ago. He was considering barging into the lecture hall you were supposed to be in. Thankfully, the door opened before he could; waves of students with tired faces broke out from behind the door. You were the last few ones that walked out; pale face, bleary eyes, shoulder slumped, hands looking down at your phone – texting him, probably. You looked up from your phone to be met with his eyes – the smile blooming on your face was immediate. You jogged to his side, murmured a quiet ‘hi’ once you stood next to the raven-haired man.

Levi isn’t one for public displays of affection, but seeing how much the day has consumed you, he planted a chaste kiss on your temple before offering his hand for you to hold; you welcomed the rare offer with a beaming smile. His heart practically swelled seeing how the small gesture could brighten your weary eyes.

“Have you been waiting for long?” you asked, eyes full of guilt.

“Don’t worry. I also just get out of class,” he assured, taking over the tote bag perching on your shoulder. When your usual refusal for the gesture never came, he knew it was a particularly exhausting day for you.

You walked hand in hand in mutual silence. The only indication of each other presence was the occasional hand squeeze.

“Tired?” he inquired when you let your head rest on his shoulder as you walked. You hummed in response. “I’ll cook dinner tonight,” he muttered, hand squeezing yours once again.

You sighed in contentment. Thursday night always goes like this with Levi; night class, him waiting for you, and ten minutes of walking hand-in-hand. Levi had an art history class at the exact time you had philosophy, and he always waited for you every time. It’s always energizing to see him waiting for you in front of the lecture hall after two hours of boring speeches. But you realized you robbed him of his much-needed rest with every other minute he spent, standing in front of lecture hall 205.

“You shouldn’t have been waiting for me,”

“What, and walk alone the whole ten minutes when I could wait a couple minutes for your company?” he challenged. “Damn, didn’t know you want to get rid of me that much,” he added, shaking his head in faux disappointment.

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you slapped his arm playfully.

The sky was dark when you were outside, the crescent moon hung on the starless sky. The lamp post was standing tall every other meter had caused the moon to be completely lonely in the night sky.

“The moon is lonely tonight,” you pointed at the lone moon, somewhat melancholy.

“Good thing you’re not then,” he replied.

“Alright, alright,” you chuckled. You pulled him to continue the walk back to your shared apartment. “Good thing you take that art history class, huh?” you asked after a few moments.

Levi flushed, glancing your way briefly to find you still entranced by the moon. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

It seemed like his lie would still keep on going. There’s no art history class for him. He took that last semester. But you don’t need to know that. He’ll tell you after finals. Maybe.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fanfiction #college au #levi #ackerman

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Castle Under The Stars

Summary: You always worry when its a full moon and your husband is away on assignment, but this full moon is different as he comes home to be with you. Will it be for good? And just how much fun can two werewolves get up to during the full moon when they have a child to look after?

A continuation of Moonlight On The Sand

Pairing: Werewolf Captain Syverson x Werewolf Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Werewolves, Breeding, Breeding Kink.

Typos are free range and organic, allowed to run wild and free. I do not operate a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll get an alert each time i post something new. Past works can also be found there.

Castle Under The Stars

You stepped out onto the back porch and propped the door open with a boot, the warm summer's breeze blowing softly at the net curtains on the kitchen windows, bringing in the scent of the roses in from the garden. Wiping your hands on your apron before hanging it on the little hook by the door, you grabbed your garden shears and flower basket, and headed out with bare feet onto the cool grass. The windows of your cabin all stood open, allowing the warm breeze to flow through the house, but also so you could hear if your little one cried from his nursery.

Quietly you stood and let the breeze push your light skirt against your legs as you carefully selected roses from the overloaded bushes. Small clouds skidded across the night sky, and for a moment you turned your face to feel the soft moonlight on your skin. The reflection of the sun's rays on its surface from orbit made your skin prickle, as if someone was pouring champagne over your limbs, but that was as far as your transformation would go, with the exception of the ring of fire in your irises.

You had been Sixteen when you had been turned. On a geology camping field trip, nature had literally callen and as you’d been in the bushes relieving yourself that’s when the lupine had got you. It took a few months to realise what had happened, and it was only when your monthly period bleed coincided with a full moon did you turn. With irregular cycles through your teens and early twenties, you probably only turned twice, maybe three times a year, but eventually you got used to it.

It had however been a bit of a shock to your new husband, Sy, when you had turned for the first time. He’d knocked you up on the first day he met you, so it took a good 11 months before your cycle had come back, two months after the birth of your precious baby boy. That first night had been a challenge; dealing with a newborn whilst both parents were howling at the moon, however you were thankful that Edith who lived in the cabin down the lane knew of these things, and upon hearing the howling had rushed over in her nightgown.

Since then Edith had been like a surrogate mother and grandmother, as it turned out her late husband had the lupine tendencies too. Your deployment had ended whilst you were on maternity leave and you’d chosen to leave the Army entirely rather than take a desk job. Sy was special ops and in the middle of another deployment, but you had no idea when that would finish because of the nature of his assignment. Looking up at the moon you wondered where he was, hoping he was coping with the full moon and his monthly transformation. You weren’t ashamed to admit you actually really enjoyed when he was at home for a full moon; he was even more attentive and the sex was mind blowing. Standard sex with Sy left you bow legged and exhausted, but with the added power of the moon… well, it was out of this world and you’d had orgasms so strong you’d actually passed out a couple of times.

The sounds of the occasional truck on the highway a couple of hundred feet away sporadically filled the night, and you thought about that time Sy had driven out to the lake with you and you’d spent the night fucking under the moonlight in the flatbed which he’d covered with blankets and throw pillows. You’d been seven months pregnant but good god it was some of the best sex you’d ever had.

As you shifted to reach a particularly large rose you could feel your panties stick to you, just the thought of Sy was making you wet and ready. You wished you knew when he would be home, taking matters into your own hands wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the real thing from the man you loved.

Just then you heard a pair of owls hooting in the distance, a truck on the highway honking its horn, so you didn’t notice the sound of tyres on the long grassy driveway that ran up the hill to the cabin. Humming to yourself you were running your fingertips over the soft petals of a trailing white rose when the first hint of his scent reached you on the wind. It made you stop and doubt yourself, before it hit again and you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach bloom. Dropping the basket and shears on the grass you ran to the front of the cabin, the breeze catching at your skirts before you finally saw him, standing at the open gate to the garden, his large duffel hanging from his shoulder, the fire in his eyes as he finally saw you.

“Sy!”

He let the bag drop to the floor as you ran into his arms, launching yourself at him, your legs were wrapped around his thick waist as you kissed him. His deep laugh as you peppered his face with soft kisses, the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks;

“I’m here Darlin’” he practically growled, and that’s when you remembered the moon.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, the golden ring of fire matching your own, and as he took long strides across the grass you felt the coupling connection again, just like that first night in the desert.

He set you down on the lawn, laying you softly on the grass as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck. Grasping the front of your dress he let out a growl as he ripped the garment clean in two, humming his appreciation at your swollen breasts where you were still breastfeeding and soft belly, before your soaked panties met the same fate as your dress. His lips continued their path down your body, until he reached the apex of your thighs and inhaled deeply, his eyes shining bright in the moonlight before he dived in and licked a wide stripe through your soaked folds. There under the soft caress of the moon’s rays your lupine husband pulled the first of many orgasms from your body that night, surrounded by the wild calls of nature and the overwhelming scent of the roses.

Sitting at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows as you flipped the pancakes on the skillet, smiling as you watched your two boys have breakfast. Michael sat in his high chair, babbling away as Sy seemingly understood every word of gibberish that came from his son’s lips.

Sliding the pancakes onto a plate, you set it down on the table before you felt a strong arm around your waist and Sy pulled you across his lap, his massive hands smoothing over your bare thighs where all you wore were panties and his t-shirt;

“Steady there Darlin, making me want more than just pancakes for breakfast if you’re walkin’ around in just this”

Just then there was a knock at the screen door, all three of you turning to see Edith smiling and waving from the other side;

“Edith! Come in girl, been looking forward to seeing ya!” Sy called out, a huge grin on his face that got even bigger when he spied the basket she was carrying covered in a red and white checkered napkin.

You reluctantly climbed off your husband's lap, excusing yourself to quickly grab your robe as Sy and Edith talked;

“Big Sy, i knew it was your truck that rumbled past my cabin last night”

“Was indeed, home with my girl and my little man” he paused as Edith set the basket onto the table; “Those aren’t….?”

“They sure are” she pulled the napkin up and underneath were her famous peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies.

Sy quickly pulled one from the basket and snapped it in two, handing half to Michael who happily chewed on the freshly baked treat.

“Hmmmnnnn, Edith, i could get used to these”

“You staying this time Sy?”

“I sure am Edith”

“Does she know?”

“Nope, wanna surprise her later”

“Moon’ll be up again tonight, you want me to watch Mikey?”

Just then you walked into the room, catching the last of the conversation;

“Are you sure?”

Edith stood and smiled, rubbing a finger over Michael’s chubby little cheek;

“Absolutely, why don’t I drop by after he’s had his supper?”

Setting Edith up with everything she would need for an evening of watching Jeopardy as your son slept peacefully in his crib, you grabbed the picnic basket and blanket and gave Michael a kiss, before stepping out into the night air. Sy had already taken off, with the moon rising before sundown he got antsy, but he would meet you at the lake. He’d set everything up ready, and just told you to drive his truck down, he’d set off on foot earlier, wanting to burn some energy in the calmness of nature.

The truck's tyres crunched on the gravel as you parked up, the lake a still mirror for the pink purple skyline as the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. But none of those were what you were looking at, no, what drew your attention was your husband quietly sitting on a rock at the shoreline, his boots resting beside him as he let his feet cool in the waters. With your sandals left in the truck you walked across the soft sand before reaching the shoreline, sitting beside him as he wrapped his big arm around your shoulders.

“Sy, what are you thinking about?”

He looked at you, his smile warm as his eyes shone amber in the low light;

“Lots of things Darlin… how lucky i am to have you in my life, how i don’t think i could have coped with what happened if it hadn’t been for you”

“Oh Sy…” your eyes watered; “I love you so much”

“I love you too Darlin. You and Mikey are my world…” he paused, poignantly; “There’s something else i wanna tell ya Darlin…”

For a moment you heart sank, dreading what he was going to say;

“Sy…”

“Ya know how Walt’s construction business is expanding and he needs a new site manager?”

“What?” whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that

“Well, i got a surprise…” he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass; “I’m done with the Army”

“No! You’d better not be fibbing…” your eyes were full to the brim, nervous tears threatening to spill

“Not fibbing… i’m done. Wanted to keep it a surprise until i knew for sure that the assignment was completed”

Crying happy tears you wrapped your arms around your husbands shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed joyfully that he wasn’t going away again.

When you had finally settled down and Sy had reassured you for the 10th time that it was definitely true, he was definitely staying home for good, the pair of you stood and started to walk along the shore of the lake barefoot, the warm sand beneath your feet as you clasped your hand around his.

The gentle sound of the water coupled with the feel of your skin touching his calmed Sy, even though the moon was out high above the pair of you, he didn’t feel the need to turn, the sense of utter contentment a balm on his soul. As you had rounded the lake he stumbled on a pebble, and in turn a giggle escaped your lips. Steadying himself he smirked and kicked at the water, splashing you a little as you let out a shriek at the cool water hitting your warm skin. Retaliating you splashed him a little more than you were expecting, soaking one side of his cargo shorts and he paused and looked at you with a feral smile spreading across his lips;

“Oh, now you’re in for it Darlin…”

Your legs carried you as you ran through the surf, knowing Sy would eventually catch you, yet the thrill was in the chase. You could hear his heavy footfalls gaining on you, but you had the advantage of being light on your feet and made a sharp turn into the woodland, the soft grass beneath your feet dry and coarse. You realised he wasn’t behind you and you slowed, turning to try and figure out where he went, when suddenly he emerged from the bushes, his eyes glowing amber in the darkness and he tackled you to the ground, yet somehow managed to turn your bodies so you were on top of him;

“Gotcha!”

He pulled you down so he could kiss you, turning your bodies until he was on top, shifting his knees so he could nestle between your thighs. Your skirt had rucked up in the tussle, and the harsh brush of his shorts against the soft skin of your thighs had your hips bucking up against him, eager for friction as your arousal grew. With the quick fumbling of eager hands you were both soon naked, Sy kneeling between your spread thighs to take in the sight of you, your nipples hard and your arousal a sheen between your legs. Grabbing your hips he pulled you up his thighs, your back arched and your shoulders still on the ground as he thrust into you, spearing your flesh with his own and you both let out a howl of pleasure.

Sy couldn’t tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined, watching each time he pulled out and saw your juices glistening on his shaft, or how your cunt stretched open as he pushed this fat dick back into you, parting your walls and you cried out in pleasure. He fucked you like the feral beast he was, claiming his mate and catching the tell tale scent that drove him wild;

“Fuck, you’re ripe… gonna breed you and give you another pup. Thought i caught the scent last night but now i know for sure… can’t wait to see your belly round and your tits even fuller…”

He drove into your fertile body, feeling you cum around him yet he pounded through your orgasm knowing your cervix would be wide open now that you had cum and ready to take his seed. You were whimpering in his grasp, desperate for more but overwhelmed at the same time;

“Sy… please… please put a baby in me…”

“Almost… there… Darlin’...” he grunted through thrusts, before his body went rigid and he threw his head back, filling your womb with pump after pump of his thick seed, a broad smile on his face as he even held you in place knowing that gravity would help get every last drop of cum through your cervix and flood your fertile ground.

When he had finally finished coming he carefully settled the two of you onto the soft grass, holding you tight as your bodies were still joined, knowing that he would stay hard for another two or three goes. By the time he would be finished your bodies would be battered and bruised from the intensity of your lovemaking, yet the power of the moon would ensure by morning you would be healed, no outwardly visible signs that the feral carnality of the nights pleasures left behind, even if it meant you’d be sitting down tenderly on a cushion for the following 48 hours.

It was well into the early hours when the pair of you finally limped back to Sy’s truck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carefully drove home, the moon having set early thanks to its cycle.

When you arrived back at the cabin Edith was having a cigarette on the porch, the baby monitor resting on the rail next to her;

“Got it outta your systems?” she grinned as she took one last drag before crushing it in a plant pot of sand that sat at the doorway.

“For tonight” Sy smirked as he carried you bridal style up the steps of the porch; “Can we book ya for tomorrow night too?”

“Sure thing Big Sy, but you’ll owe me”

“I’ll come fix the drainpipe around your porch once the full moon has passed”

“Deal… you’re a good-un” the old woman smiled as she grabbed her keys and slid the baby monitor into your lap as you quietly snoozed in your husbands arms; “It’ll be a girl this time”

Sy’s eyes went wide;

“How do you…?”

“I just know Sweetheart… my husband wasn’t the only one that’d turn ya’know…”

Sy held you as he watched the old woman make her way down the grassy lane to her cabin;

“She’s full o’ surprises is that one…” he looked down at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before catching the screen door with his booted foot; “Lets get you to bed for some rest… gotta recharge for tomorrow night… maybe make it twins…”

You shifted in his grasp;

“That’s not how it works” you mumbled sleepily, a smile on your face, but the truth was neither of you knew how it worked when you were lupine… really, anything could happen.

#captain sy #captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #werewolf!sy #captain syverson smut

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multifandomfangirl93 · 3 years ago

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Imagine Stucky reading the fanfiction you wrote about them.

Let’s just say that one night, Bucky can’t sleep. While you and Steve are curled up with each other, Bucky is laying next to you both on his phone.

Recently, Bucky has been SUPER intrigued with Tumblr. He say you in it one day and got curious, so you showed him the app. He added it on his phone and began to maneuver it on his own.

You have two accounts. One for your own fan girl enjoyment and one to please the people (aka your Stucky page). You never thought Bucky would figure it out. You post everything on there. Interaction you have with the boys (nothing too crazy. Just like the funny stuff.), hilarious things that they do, the boys being crazy with the team (mainly Sam), and some fanfiction. Even though you have the real thing, you continue to write since you have a pretty good following and the account was active WAY before your relationship.

Bucky was scrolling through his feed and saw a post from your Stucky blog. He was slightly confused at first. This post was exactly what happened the other day. Sam played a joke on Steve. He made the kitchen floor slippery so that when Steve fell, he could crack a joke about his “real age”. It was hilarious, but Bucky wasn’t sure how this person knew about it. Exact details.

So, Bucky figured out how to get to the blog and started reading. After a couple posts, it dawned on him. This was you! He found a secondary page.

Dumbfounded and curious, Bucky continues to scroll and read. After a while, he runs across the fanfiction. Bucky knew you had a thing about taking care of them and he also knew that you liked to be babied when you were sick, but he never would have been able to imagine you writing about it.

Bucky’s chuckling woke you and Steve. You groaned and buried your head into Steve’s chest, batting blindly at Bucky and shushing him.

Steve slightly sat up, cradling your head to his chest carefully, and eyed his other partner. “Buck. Hush.”

Bucky just laughed louder once he knew he woke you already. He absolutely roared with laughter when you kicked him off the bed.

Peering down, you and Steve watched as Bucky laughed, literally rolling back and forth while clutching his phone to his chest and his stomach. Tears were running down the mans face and he was turning red.

You and Steve gave each other a look. A look that said “he’s finally lost it.” Steve grumbled before getting up, snatching the phone from Bucky and looking at it. Confused, Steve passed it to you.

Upon looking at the screen, you turned white as a ghost. “No.” You whispered, tossing the phone across the room, which made Bucky all but die of uncontrollable laughter.

“What?” Steve asked, coming to sit next to you. Steve was so confused. You looked about ready to bolt and Bucky was wheezing from laughing so hard. “What’s going on?” Steve insisted. The poor man just wanted to go back to sleep. It was only 1245 and you guys went to bed around 1030.

“He found my other account.” You said, burying your face in your hands. “It’s one I still keep running. It’s about us. Mainly about both of you.” You started, wringing your hands as you spoke. “I used to write stories about us being together and some other stuff before our relationship. It was all fantasy and other really liked it. I just kept posting some of the funny stuff that happens with you guys just to keep the page running since I have so many followers.”

“Okay.” Steve says, completely confused still. “What’s got him going?”

“She used to write stories about us.” Bucky got out, finally pulling himself together. “She used to make us seem so sweet and innocent and and and she even fantasied about how we would take care of her.” Bucky snorted, laughing again. “One of the stories, she paints my nails and you refuse and it’s the funniest thing Stevie. You gotta read em.” Bucky says, wiping his tears and sitting up.

“This is so embarrassing.” You mumbled, getting up and walking toward the en-suite.

“Oh. Y/N.” Steve would call, attempting to follow you. He got a door slammed in his face instead. Turning around, Steve stomps over to Bucky and gives him a smack on the head. “Look what you did. She was younger. You know how easily embarrassed she gets. Plus, you woke her up and she gets emotional when she’s sleepy.”

Bucky ran a hand through his hair. He felt bad for not controlling himself better. “Your right Stevie. Gimme a minute.” Bucky said, hauling himself off the floor and making his way to the bathroom. He could hear your sniffling from the other side of the door.

Knocking lightly, Bucky placed his forehead on the bathroom door. “Doll. Can we talk?” He asked.

“N-no. Go away.” You murmured, coughing around a small sob. You were just so embarrassed and extremely exhausted. You could help the flow of tears. You were mad at him. You just wished this could have waited for a better time.

“Baby.” Bucky hummed. “I promise I won’t laugh anymore. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed at all.” Bucky explained. “I thought it was cute and actually very accurate for someone who didn’t know us yet.”

Silence followed for a short time as Bucky heard your breathing even out on the other side of the door. For a second, he wondered if you fell asleep in the tub. You’ve done it before when a nightmare woke you and you cried silently in the tub until you fell asleep (the boys are hard sleepers when they are in the tower, so they didn’t notice when you crept out of bed.). They found you not long after since your spot in the bed had grown cold and they finally woke up and came looking for you.

Just before Bucky was about to open the door, you did it for him. Looking up into his eyes, you asked one simple question, “You promise?”

Chuckling, Bucky nodded and reached up to wipe your tears. “I promise baby doll.” You let him pull you into a hug, finally feeling content again. “Ready to go back to bed?” Bucky asked, just as Steve let out a loud snore behind them.

Turning, you and Bucky giggled at the sight before you. Steve was sitting up, head leaned back, fast asleep. He clearly tried to wait for his partners to get it together and come back to bed, but failed miserably in his tired state.

Bucky walked over and gently adjusted your lover, laying Steve down in his spot and covering him up, placing a kiss on his forehead. Steve sighed contently once you finally climbed back in bed and give him your own kiss.

“Good night my loves.” You whispered, laying down and feeling Bucky cuddle into your back.

“Good night doll.” Bucky murmured back.

#bucky x reader #mcu #steve rogers x reader #stucky #james bucky barnes #stucky forever #stucky fluff #just a random thought #sorry if it sucks

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gainerstories · 4 years ago

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Professor Plump

*UNLOCKED*

As a big fat thank you to everyone who has supported this blog and enjoyed my stories, I am unlocking one of my favorite stories off Patreon. This has been a rough year for everyone and y��all enjoy a little treat. Of course, if you want more (20+ more fattening stories in fact) you know where to go. Enjoy.

As much as Robert Daniels loved being a professor, he woke up full of dread on the first day of fall semester. At 28 he was the youngest tenure track faculty in his department and he often felt that all eyes were on him. His first academic year had been rough, exhausting, and tiresome and he wasn’t ready to get back in the game. He just wanted his beautifully sunny and lazy summer vacation to last one or two more months.

As he sat up in bed his belly spilled forward pushing down his morning wood. There was no doubt he’d gained quite a bit of pudge in the last few months. It didn’t bother him, however, as most of his colleagues were plump and he viewed extra weight as a sign of contentment and maturity. During the school year he had actually lost weight from stress and being overworked. His new, rounder form lent a sense of satisfaction.

As Robert stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to shower he took a close look at himself. He’d be turning 29 soon and was finally starting to look like a man. His face had grown scruffy and his chest hair finally bloomed across his pecs and down to his puffy stomach. The thirty pounds of fat that clung to his belly also gave him a more mature look. He was now firmly within “dad bod” territory and wore that badge with pride. He scooped his fat up with both his hands and gave it a hearty jiggle. He wondered if anyone on campus would comment on his somewhat weight gain.

Turning around, Robert examined his rear which was now fluffy and dimpled with cellulite. He noticed that even his ass had grown a bit hairier along with a small patch of fuzz on his lower back, framed between two bulging love handles. He could recall seeing the same patch on his father and wondering if the same was in store for himself. This memory cemented his perceived transition into manhood.

Robert’s thighs had also thickened up a bit and now touched when he was standing straight. He rubbed his thighs and gave them a slap, admiring how they bounced. Lately, he had no choice but to manspread when he sat down. Crossing his legs was a thing of the past. The added weight on his lower half gave him a sense of groundedness. All around the extra pudge made him feel strong and unshakable, despite jiggling quite a lot when he actually did shake.

Most of this excess poundage had been accrued during a month long cruise down Central America. Robert had spent almost every single day getting tipsy on fruity blended drinks and satisfying his drunchies from dusk ‘til dawn at the buffet. Carbs became his best friend, soaking up the sugary alcoholic concoctions he guzzled during the day. Altogether, cruise life was a much needed respite from the long nights of grading papers and doing research during the academic year.

His salary did not allow him to indulge in fancy foods very often, and so this cruise was an opportunity to go hog wild. He made a conscious decision to eat and live like a king. As a result, he began to notice his body expanding only midway through the trip. It seemed as though out of nowhere he had grown a squishy paunch that jutted out behind his shirts. By the end of the vacation he was even larger, noticing fat accumulating all over his body.

As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, Robert found himself particularly fascinated by the small white stretch marks that had formed at the top of his inner thighs. He traced his fingers over their subtle indentations. He hadn’t seen fresh stretch marks since puberty when his shoulders expanded overnight one summer. He was shocked to see the same thing happen simply from overeating on a long vacation.

Plump, tan, and satisfied, Robert stepped into the shower with vigor and began to get ready for his first day back to work. He trimmed his wild scruff back to a presentable shadow and styled his hair. He then slipped into underwear that clung more than usual to his meaty rump and resultantly compressed his bulge more than usual. He would have to remember to buy some new pairs. T-shirts had also grown a bit snug but this was not a huge concern for they would be hidden behind a button up. What he hadn’t considered was that his button ups from last year would also struggle to fit around his new body.

Robert sucked in his gut while doing each button. He let his stomach spill forward and was shocked at just how much the shirt did not fit. Scrambling through his closet he found the loosest button up he owned and put it on. It was still snug and would definitely be strained when he sat down, but it would have to suffice. Next, he slid into his stretchiest pair of chinos and was instantly filled with anxiety.

The fabric clung to his thighs and ass leaving little to the imagination. This would have been tolerable except for the fact that the waistband would not button no matter how hard he tried. With no other option, Robert scrounged a safety pin from the utility drawer and fastened the pants closed. Donning one of his bulkier belts he hoped no one would notice he’d outgrown his pants.

His day commenced with a faculty meeting catered with coffee and pastries. Although he had eaten a breakfast sandwich immediately upon getting to campus, he grabbed a healthy looking danish for the meeting. It was dry and mediocre as campus food tended to be, but that didn’t stop him from inhaling it within minutes. A few of his colleagues eyed his bulging waistline although no one made a comment.

Midway through the two hour meeting Robert found that his stomach was already growling to be fed. With no other choice, he would have to eat another Danish despite the fact he would be the only one going for seconds. He stood to grab one more danish and as he sat down he heard the unmistakable noise of a seam busting. Praying no one else heard, he subtly reached down to his thighs where a small hole had formed.

After the meeting he headed straight to the bathroom to examine the damage. It wasn’t too bad, maybe just an inch or so large. Plus, his underwear matched his pants so it was barely noticeable. He figured he could get through the day without anyone noticing. Although no one noticed the tear in his pants, his students were fully aware of his newfound growth.

“Mr. Daniels lookin’ THICK,” someone commented before his first class began.

Robert ignored the comment and got on with his lecture. Still, in the back of his head he worried about his appearance and snug outfit. There was no question he would be investing in some new work clothes. By the end of the class he was hungry once again. At least it was lunch time, so he felt justified in heading to the student union for a big meal. He grabbed a massive burrito, chips and guac, a cookie, and large soda which he brought back to his desk.

Such a filling lunch was exactly what he needed. The food was comforting and satisfying, giving the plump professor a sense of peace. After scarfing it all down he leaned back in his chair and sighed. Just as he did so two buttons on his shirt went shooting across the room. “Fuck,” he said aloud to himself and went searching for the buttons so he could sew them back on. As he knelt on his hands and knees he felt the contents of his belly slosh forward and the seam of his pants rip even further.

Eventually, he found the missing buttons and broke out the sewing kit to get them back on. By the time he was finished stitching himself back into his clothes, there was someone knocking at his door. He’d forgotten about office hours. In a mad rush he cleaned the food wrappers off his desk and greeted the student. As he sat back down at his desk the same two buttons snapped back off and shot under his desk. Although the student overtly stared at Robert’s bulging gut, filled to the brim with his fattening lunch, neither of them acknowledged the embarrassment.

After the student left, Robert took off the button up and slipped his spare sport coat over his tee. The tee was more than a little snug and definitely didn’t hide much- the indentation of his belly button was fully visible- but it would have to do. After a constant stream of students over the course of an hour Robert rushed to his next class. The lecture left Robert feeling exhausted and tired. It was evening and he had grown peckish again, so he decided to grab a bite to eat before he had a meeting with the dean and could go home.

Hawaiian barbecue sounded like a good idea when he ordered it. However, after gobbling up every last morsel, the young professor felt uncomfortably full and bloated. He yearned for to return to the cruise ship where he could take a long nap after overindulging, but instead he sluggishly headed to the dean’s office. His belly had swelled considerably with the Hawaiian food and he found himself having to stretch the hem of his shirt down to ensure his gut was fully concealed.

Once inside, Robert cautiously took a seat in one of the rickety old chairs in the waiting room for the dean. After a few seconds he felt a snap underneath his ass as the seat of the chair gave way. Trying to be as subtle as possible, Robert cautiously lifted himself from the broken chair and casually examined a painting on the wall until the dean greeted him.

Once inside, the dean offered him a home baked muffin that his wife had made. Robert tried to refuse at first but the dean pushed it on him. He began pecking at the muffin and realized it was indeed quite moist and delicious. He polished it off in a couple minutes and resisted licking his fingers. By the end of the meeting the dean persuaded Robert to take one more muffin for the road. Without a second thought, Robert greedily snatched the biggest muffin of the bunch.

As he walked through the campus at night, illuminated by lanterns, Robert gobbled up the muffin while reflecting on the fact that he was in desperate need of a new wardrobe. His belly was stuffed to capacity and the sheer weight of it bulging out in front of him forced Robert to walk slow and steady with his shoulders back and hips forward. Freed from his constricting button up, his rounded gut peeked out from behind the sport coat and wobbled back and forth with each step to his car.

The walk seemed longer than usual, likely because he was slower than usual. Somewhat winded, Robert couldn’t wait to sit down as he opened the door to his hatchback. However, as he did so, a booming snap assaulted his ears and he felt his belly spill forward into his lap. Robert’s belt had completely snapped in half while the thigh of his pants simultaneously split all the way open from knee to crotch. His girth was simply too much to contain.

At least it happened at the end of the day, he told himself.

#gainer stories #professorplump

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absolutebl · 4 years ago

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This Week in BL

May 2021 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

It’s a cray cray Friday when Vietnam gets its eng subs up before GMMTV Thailand. What alter-reality are we in? Well, the Vietnamese offerings are better right now anyway. (Oooo, feel that burn.)

Ongoing Series - Thai

Top Secret Together Ep 2 - pulping it up in the best possible way. Sure sound and production values are pants, and in classic Thai fashion the editing in post is exacerbating (rather than fixing) pacing issues, but it’s still CUTE AF. I don’t even mind the added university storyline, because they’ve got good chemistry (and a confident gay fresher after a panicked gay hazer is an old favorite... what can I say, SOTUS was my first love). We aren’t spending too much time with any one couple, so it’s weighted a lot better than Brothers was, but also character development is slow.

Siew Sum Noi Ep 2 - Unfortunately, it’s just too hard to find, plus no subs. I’m dropping it in the hopes it comes back on my radar some day.

Y-Destiny Ep 8 - (Thurs) It’s rough having a ghost boyfriend, half your friends are scared, the other half think you’re crazy, and kissing shortens your lifespan. This was a cute couple even if I wasn’t wild about the surrounding story.

Close Friend Ep 5: (Dear My Star/JimmyTommy) - about high school penpals. It had to rely entirely on voice over work as the actors only meet face to face at the end. It’s a good thing they are appealing screen presences on their own, with good vocal control. It’s hard to imagine any other BL pair carrying this kinda plot. It’s by far my favorite of the series so far, and I’m not even a big JimmyTommy fan.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 7 - no subs. Do we care? Not really. Because we have...

Nitiman Ep 3 - currently my favorite out of Thailand. It’s the university Thai BL i’ve been waiting for since... when was the last good one? My Engineer? Yowza. Anyway we got: head on my shoulder, baby is a floppy drunk (but still wants to be in control), proximity alert, boyfriend’s closet, seme gets seriously jelly, and a cute twist on feeding him. There’s something fun and complex about Jin’s character. He’s not a panicked bi. He knows exactly what’s going on, he just hasn’t decided if he wants Bb or not. He clearly enjoys being looked after, the compliments, and the attention, but he’s not sure if he’s going to like what happens if he gives in. I like that twist on the usual tsundere uke archetype a lot, cautious rather than willfully obtuse or freaked out. We can see Jin realizing in stages: I like this person, I like that they like me, I like the romantic attentiveness. But in the background is... do I actually want to f*k him? It’s a dynamic we don’t often see on BL.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 10 fin - the most ridiculous show using BLs worst tropes in a sort of weird smoothie of bitter greens and too ripe banana. The ending was the sappiest cheesiest thing ever, like cheese syrup tapped from the cheese tree. So of course I loved it, but I’m pretty sure I giggled through all the bits meant to be profound. Because, in the end, to tolerate this show at all, you just can’t take ANY of it seriously. RECOMMENDED (with some SERIOUS reservations and trigger warnings.) Full review here.

Be Loved in House: I Do (Taiwan) Ep 1-2 - I don’t mind a damaged seme character but this one is a bit weird for me. Like creepy Cheese in the Trap level weird. On the bright side, the story has given our tsundere uke good motivation for his angst and great existing friendships, loyalty, and likability. Plus I’m invested in the cafe owner/innocent puppy side dishes. So if it’s only the seme character I’m not jiving with, and he’s the most established actor, it should all turn out fine. I believe in you, Taiwanese BL.

Papa & Daddy (Taiwan) Ep 6 fin - speaking of belief. This such a good show but they gave us a cliffhanger ending. Now we must hope against hope for season two. That’s never guaranteed with Taiwan tho. So, I’m docking a few points and saying, RECOMMENDED so long as you realize it’s a cliffhanger.

Love is Science? (Taiwan) Ep 1-9 (BL subplot) - this is a good het romance, but the fact that the BL subplot is a beautifully acted disaster bi + confident gay means you’re hearing about it whether you want to or not. Plus they just added in some GL! Come on! I gotta support Taiwan normalizing queer to this extent. They are fighting the good fight and if I also have to watch a career lady and her much younger softest straight boi get it on, too? Twist my arm with that service sub subtext. Go on Taiwan, TWIST IT. It’s on Viki. Join the revolution. * Incidentally if you actually like the D/s het dynamic of this show, I highly recommend Japanese Kimi wa Petto - career woman keeps a hot young dancer boy as a pet. Oh yes, an actual pet, that IS the pitch. Never doubt Japan when kink is on the line. It’s also on Viki. Go get your kink on, thank me later. (If it helps: That was not a request.)

Most Peaceful Place 2 (Vietnam) Ep 2 (AKA 5) - love triangles aren’t my thing, but if you’re gonna do it short form, by all means bring in the lead’s other BL pairing so the chemistry is on point. Now I've no idea who I want him to end up with. Can’t they just be in a poly triad?

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 7 - I’m still enjoying it a lot. It’s still unabashedly queer and the tension is ramping up. We now have secret identity, blackmail, femme fatale, faen fatale, and incoming seme confrontation. Best of all, the series is still airing, which makes it longer than any other Vietnamese BL I’ve seen (aside from Tein Bromance - which is just too weird to count).

Gossip - Thai BL

SEVEN PROJECT TEASERS

No one is entirely sure what Studio Wabi Sabi’s Seven Project/7Project will entail.

It might be like Close Friend (1 episode per couple, no linking),

or Y-Destiny (2 episodes per couple, loosely linked),

or The En of Love (4 episodes per couple, linked but independent consecutive stories).

They’re giving the couple’s arcs separate titles. So each one would be what? Seven Project: Once Upon a Time or the like? We’re in Taiwanese title territory people and NO ONE WANTS TO GO THERE. Anygay...

Once Upon a Time is the BounPrem (og UWMA) anchor story, and seems to be the most dramatic and likely saddest. These two can handle most of what’s thrown at them at this juncture, so it should be good.

Vs Love is a BoomPeak (og Make it Right) university vehicle. Since I thought Boom was done with our nonsense, I couldn’t be more thrilled and surprised this pair is doing another show together. I don’t think either of them are the greatest actors but I find Peak very endearing and Boom charismatic on screen, so I’ll watch.

Would You be My Love is the hotly anticipated SantaEarth launch. They’re a (cultivated) IRL ship and Earth is an established BL actor. They have great chemistry and high energy so this could be lots of fun.

We are also getting a GL from this series from established BL actresses Samantha and Pineare. Nothing teased yet on that, but I’m looking forward to this installment the most. Also curious to see how the ladies handle the branding and promo side, not to mention the culture. (Thailand variety shows gonna force *girls* to play the Pepero game?)

Secret Crush on You upcoming Thai BL with no release date, co-produced by and featuring (but NOT staring) Saint and directed by Cheewin (sigh) with all fresh faces. (Previously known as Stalker the series.) It looks like pure pulp and I’m not wild about the plot but could be better than expected as it’s adapted from a novel. Cheewin is an okay director when he has an actual story to follow.

Don’t Say No the series. Coming from the producers of TharnType this is the JaFirst vehicle many have been waiting for. Friends to lovers + a good boy/bad boy pairing on a sports romance foundation. It’s basketball so they tapped Meen as well (he’s semi-pro). The bad news? You get one guess as to who is writing the darn thing? Yep it’s MAME. So, ya know, expect some slam dunk kidnapping, a light dribbling of rape, and me turning into a basketcase. AKA...

Will I have to live blog this series in order to survive it? That seems to be the only way I can. So probably. Which means the bad sports puns will continue. Look, if I’m suffering, SO ARE YOU!

Rumors of a new YinWar vehicle The Best Story (mini series) coming in July. Also rumors that their previously announced Love Mechanics (full length series) has either been delayed, is facing money issues, or is moving studios, or all three.

Breaking News

DELAYED (I’m talking these three off the watch list until we get new airing dates)

Love Area’s release was pushed out but it got a trailer.

Golden Blood was supposed to drop Weds but comments in MDL report that it is delayed due to C19.

Love’s Outlet (Taiwan) is supposed to have started a 50 episode run (only 3-5 min each, what utter nonsense). Sadly, this delay is due to a surge in cases in Taiwan which was doing so well, but also doesn’t have many inoculations.

Bad Buddy has started workshopping at GMMTV actual.

Kang Insoo’s BTS for Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding is SO FLIPPING CUTE. You have to watch it. Trust me, I don’t rec behind the scenes stuff often.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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kokiseiko · 3 years ago

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Honeysuckles, Red Carnation, and Red Tulips

Severus Snape x Female Reader: College AU

Song Recommendation: Always – Marco Sison

(Y/N) – Your Name

(L/N) – Last Name

Word Count: 5.2k+

Summary: Yellow flowers started appearing on top of your desk on the first day of your freshman year. Now you see it daily, even in your locker.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Student!Severus Snape x Student!Female!Reader

Rating: SFW | 13+

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Making-out? Play-boy Sirius Black, Mild Cursing?

Note: This is my piece for the @konoblog-simps server collab, this is also the first fic that I’ll be posting in my blog. Still not open for requests, but as soon as I finish some WIPs I will. I’m open to criticisms, just please be gentle, reblogging is too.

If you all have time please do check out these amazing pieces from my lovely fellows here.

I would like to thank with all my heart @saudade-mayari for beta-reading this for me. If not for you I’ll just leave this as it is and tag “not beta’d we die like men”. I love you 😘. Check out her blog too! Her work is *chef’s kiss*

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The searing of the alarms upon his ears in the early morning was quite irritating. He was already awake before it had even stroke its designated time of alarm.

His head throbs from the consecutive days of lack of sleep. The feeling of his limbs aching all over was nothing compared to the tender numb of ache in his chest.

He felt empty, as always, while he opens the door to the bathroom to drown himself in a stimulus of ice-cold water, yet his head is in too much pain to register the freezing liquid that was now hitting his body.

He lathers himself in soap, his body acting on its own accord, cleansing himself, without his brain needing to register it.

He feels light-headed and in pain at the same time, but no one knows; he’s just that good at willing his features to look like he doesn’t care at all.

Everything happens for a reason. But why does it have to be you?

You promised. It wasn’t broken… it was just…

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You woke up, your foggy brain suddenly registering the fact that you’ll have your first meeting with the other students who joined the campus’ organization for writers.

You feel energized and excited from being eager to meet people who also love to write. You sang along to the tune of “Marry You” to ease your buzzing nerves drenched with anticipation for the meeting, creating your own spin-off from the original song, adding a bit of vibrato, and using your head voice on some parts, even doing some sort of second voice to add to the mix, laughing when most attempts incredibly failed.

You continued to loop the song until you were done with your morning shower, only pressing the green pause button on the screen while reaching for your soft towel on the rack, the fluffy cloth sticking to your skin as you engulf its soft warmth, a comforting contrast from the icy shower you just had.

You continued to play your favorite songs, having a playlist dedicated for your mornings.

While you finish combing your hair you looked at the time on your screen to see that you’ve got half an hour left to leave the dorms and sit on your chair on today’s first class which was General Mathematics on eight.

---

And like every wonderful morning, his mind swims on his thoughts. Thoughts that were always about that moment, a time where his happiness was at its peak. A moment where his face was warm, his head fuzzy, his heart hammering, his eyes always landing on…

Honeysuckles. He picked a couple from a shrub that was wrapping around a fence, and with gentle caressing fingers, he held it like he always did when picking them, walking quickly to finally give it to…

Though technically leaving it atop their desk isn’t giving is it?

No. This will have to do.

---

Walking with a beat on your feet and a rhythm blasting through your earphones as you stroll through the halls of the first building on campus, taking the shortest route by climbing up the stairs and surging through the hallways which were packed with freshmen to enter your General Mathematics classroom.

You smile as you see the usual flowers laid across your desk. You’ve asked your classmates who left it, but no one knew.

You gently picked up the flowers, placing them atop your stacks of books. It has been more than a couple of weeks before the daily floral bunch appeared on your wooden desk.

You’ve been curious who this secret admirer of yours is, you’ve had your guesses but…

The door opens and you quickly grabbed your notebook and pen, wanting to take good notes on today’s lesson which if you remembered correctly was an Introduction to Matrices.

***

As your morning classes went and go like a warm morning breeze, you now clutch your notes near your chest to easily open your locker’s door to fetch your designated notebook for your organization meetings.

But as you place your other notebooks from your earlier classes you notice the freshly-picked red and yellow bunches of flowers, wrapped in a sophisticated and elegant white ribbon. Picking it up, you quickly realized that it was a mixture of Honeysuckles and Red Carnations. You are completely intoxicated by the sweet tones that the combination of both the yellow and red flowers give. It’s completely contradicting colors but nevertheless, the way it intertwined with each other is filled with uniqueness and a string of boldness that you oddly love. This was the first time that your secret admirer added another type of flower to their daily floral gifts.

You placed it neatly at the side of your bag, reminding yourself constantly to put it in some sort of vase in your dorm room later whilst you walk towards a hall in the floor above your last class, trying to locate the door to the room of the meeting place of the organization.

*****

Your first semester went in much more smoothly than you expected. You were nervous for the first couple of weeks- who doesn’t? -but the excitement you get in every meeting you had on the third floor of the freshman building was overpowering your freshman nerves.

You were taking note of every phrase your professors noted. Quizzes and assignments were flowing at your desks within the second week of the semester, but you managed. Willing yourself to study hard, reminding yourself that little by little you’d be able to walk up the stairs of the stage and hold that parchment containing your diploma.

It was a Wednesday when you heard of the gossips, something about this freshman who was appointed as the head of the Soccer Club. The whispered conversations were something about him having a mansion and throwing this big ass party where everyone is invited, freshman, senior, heck even students from other universities were welcome!

It was only when one of your seniors announced and clarified the general info about this upcoming party that was co-organized by the four heads of organizations of the Sports Club, the Marauders, who were also freshmans.

The upcoming party would be held in the mansion of one of the Marauders, James Potter. The atmosphere turned more lively than it was before in the meeting room.

“It’s my first huge party, it’s so exciting!”

“I heard that the Soccer Club’s Potter is hot!”

“He isss! But Basketball’s Black is so fineee!”

“We should all shop for clothes on the weekend!”

“Hey (y/n), wanna come n’ shop with us?”

You smiled at the sudden buzz of conversation, giggling on the girl’s squealing and the muttering of most guys in the room. You were glad to take the offer of one of your co-member turned friend on their shopping trip.

***

Enamored by the prospect of shopping for more stylish and suitable college party clothes on the weekend you almost lose focus on your usual solo studying session for tomorrow’s quizzes on English 101 and Gen Math.

Opening the door to the humongous campus library you were relieved that your usual spot wasn’t taken. You quickly strolled to sit on the chair, placing your bag under the table and quickly opening it to gather your English Grammar: For College Freshmen and Basic College Mathematics.

Deciding to start with your English textbook you opened it to Chapter 3: Old and Middle English Literature to continue reading on The Miller's Tale: Chaucer's Fabulous Fabliau.

---

Unlike the whole campus, Severus wasn’t really enthusiastic about this whole-ass party that would be held this upcoming weekend. More so the fact that it was made by the Marauders just added to his annoyance, but he was encouraged by his seniors, Malfoy and Riddle to come as well for the sake of it.

He remembers Malfoys advice: “Just blend in with the crowd, sit in the corner, drink a couple of beers.” Everyone in his group, hates the Marauders, the small group of freshmen hogging all the attention, doing indecent activities that no one seems to suspect, being all rowdy, and causing tons of ruckus yet, in the end, getting praises and remarks from everyone on campus.

They all wanted to do something about it, Severus being one of the most enthusiastic to blow dirt all over their image, and this party seems to be a perfect opportunity even though he can’t stand the loud noises, blasting music, blinding lights, and tipsy crowd.

Frowning his brows while dreading this upcoming party he finally managed to find the book he was looking for. Browsing through the contents of Advanced Practical Chemistry, he blindly let his feet guide him to a nearby desk on one of the corners of the library.

---

You saw a figure across you, slowly looking at the book he’s reading your eyes widen, your head nodding, you were simply impressed- Advanced Practical Chemistry?!?! The man in front of you was a freshman too, you knew because he sits near you during Gen Math.

You both caught each other’s gaze, both cheeks emanating a rose-pink tint, though both of you remained silent, both caught up in your own thoughts and texts.

***

As you reached the last piece of literature on the third chapter of your English material, The Prioress's Tale and the Pardoner's Tale: Chaucer's Two Religious Fables, you quickly felt the thick silence surrounding the both of you.

It wasn’t awkward like earlier, no. In fact, it was… somehow comforting.

Smiling, you continued to thread through your English material, adding annotations and sticky notes here and there with your black G-tech pen for the benefit of your future studies, which would be much easier on the memorization aspect due to the info and notes you’re writing that’ll help you understand the topic easier, especially if you need a quick refreshment of the lessons.

***

Looking at the huge windows placed opposite the entrance of the library, you were greeted by the midnight deep skies of the night, just realizing the length of your stay in the library. Now annotating your second chapter for your Gen Math quiz, you risked a glance towards the man in front of you.

He looks cute as he writes with vigor on a bullet journal notebook. You saw the look of concentration in his eyes, and the faint swirls of glimmer while he slowly begins to understand the topic, quickly taking note of the important parts of the chapter he’s in.

His neck-length coal tresses were turning into a mess as he brings his left hand to massage his scalp to ease the ache from the frustration you guessed.

And as your eyes reached the scrunched-up brow that softened when you met his gaze once more after several hours, you smile at him, giving a polite bow before packing your things up, strands of your hair falling beautifully down your face to subtly try and hide your rose cheeks.

---

He grips his chest with his hand, willing his hammering heart to go back to 100 bpm.

Engulfed by the darkness in his closed eyes, he sees the field again, and like an old movie record, every memory of that field plays behind his eyes, him being the only audience in a cinema he calls his head.

He sees you, smiling at him, dragging him across the fields of viridescent grass. He sees your head tilting on the side as he pulls his hand away to reach for a couple of golden-colored flowers.

“Honeysuckles!”

He smiled at your familiarity and eager explanation of the flower.

Curious as he sees you pick a bunch of them too, grinning widely while you untangle the white ribbon that was holding your hair up, only to see your soft hands gently wrapping it around the stems. His cheeks redden as you gave it to him.

“Why?”, he asked.

“It means devoted affection, Sevvy! And I, (L/N) (Y/N) promise to devote all of my affections to you!”

And as his mind wanders on the distant memories of your familiar smile, his heart aches to another clip that was playing vividly on his head. He clutches the black shirt he’s wearing as he whispers softly.

“It’s my fault…”

---

Laying on the bed in your dormitory, ticking off your imaginary list of ‘Subjects to Study for Assessments Tomorrow’ your mind suddenly wandered on the man back in the library.

Somehow, somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re sure you know him, though you don’t know how.

***

Settling on your chair and preparing: laying your pen and correction tape on top of your desk which are occupied by a bunch of golden Honeysuckles and beautiful Red Carnations with a beautiful white ribbon wrapped around their long stems laid, you smiled and smelled the cute clumps of flora putting it atop your bag that you know will soon join in with the other floras your secret admirer had given you daily for the past few weeks.

Sitting on your chair at 8:15 am answering the questions that Professor Albus had given you and your classmates to answer for Gen Math, you were quickly scribbling on your scratch paper for your solutions.

As you finish the final question, you abruptly put your pen down, rechecking all of your calculations, looking thoroughly if you’ve boxed your final answers per question. You smiled, confident and sure that you did not just pass the test, you practically aced it!

You walked towards your professor’s desk in front giving your paper to him kindly. Noticing the hand next to your own, your eyes trailed on the person’s long-sleeved clad arms, landing on his face.

Your head suddenly throbs, and you grip your head in pain, groaning from the squeezing-like motion that your brain is currently experiencing.

“Ugh.”

“Ms. (L/N), are you alright?”

You didn’t even register your Professor’s concerned tone as your knees buckle from the quick flashes of memories you don’t remember you had until now came flooding through: the hands of a boy reaching towards you, a blurry face, the adrenaline of a race, and a loud crash.

---

He stares at your pained expression, no he can’t let it happen again.

“Sna-”

Immediately rushing to your side on instinct, he picks you up, nodding at his Professor.

“Professor.”

“Go. I’ll write an excuse letter for your next class.”

With the adrenaline he’s feeling he wasn’t bothered by your weight, the gravity weighing him down, no, what was worrying him was the idea of losing you again, of history replaying itself once more, of you being repeatedly taken away from him.

Huffing from all the thoughts in his mind he focuses on turning around the left corner of the hall to finally reach the campus’ clinic.

“Madam Pomfrey.”

The nurse agitatedly opens the curtain where three men were being escorted from the presence of a black-haired man who looks stiff laying on one of the clinic’s cots.

“Take care Prongs!”

“Don’t hog all the girls on Saturday Padfoot.”

Snickering then a series of pained ‘ows’ were heard throughout the room as the matron pushed the three freshmen out of the clinic.

Now looking in the direction of you both, the nurse quickly signaled Severus to one of the cots, laying you gently atop the mattress.

“What happened, dear?”

“Fainted.”

“Any history-”

“Coma for almost a year due to a crash.”

Humming the nurse began checking your vitals, while she hands Severus a piece of paper to fill up for school documentation.

“She’s fine, her heart rate is on 95 bpm. Just minor bruises on the legs from the fall I assume, though nothing major. I’ll just let her rest.”

Handing the now filled piece of paper to the nurse, the matron exchanges the slip with another.

“Here’s a slip dear, would you be so kind to give it to her next class?”

Severus nods, setting a slow pace towards the clinic’s double-swing doors, looking back to your face that was now gradually regaining color, feeling much calmer than before.

“She’s safe.”

***

After entering his English 101 classroom, he’s immediately given a quizlet by Professor Burbage, exchanging it with two sheets of white and green excuse slips from both Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey.

He answers the quiz with finesse, his pen scratching the paper at a fast pace, knowing the answer immediately to every question inked on the long slip of paper.

“I’m winning Sev~!”

No. Please don’t. Not now!

Laughter and the audible friction of wheels rolling throughout the wide concrete pavement- then the horror of a resounding crash.

His grip on his pen was strengthening, his hands shaking, as he slides the pen across the paper, leaving it ripped on the corner.

***

Feeling the soft material enveloping your back, your head aches, opening an eye to examine your surroundings, then seeing the crimson-tinted skies of a beautiful painted sunset outside a large window.

The strong sterile scent, the cots surrounding the huge room, made you realize you were in the campus clinic.

Slowly easing your body to sit, letting your feet fall gently to the ground one by one, you walked towards what you deduced is the nurse’s desk.

“Madam Pomfrey?” You read on the tag that was clipped on the matron’s uniform.

“Oh! You’re awake, how are you feeling dear?”

“M’ okay, just a headache… What happened?”

The nurse hands you an ibuprofen pill and a glass of water while simultaneously explaining what happened earlier this day.

“You fainted dear, one of your classmates brought you here.”

Seeing your frowning expression, she gently added, “Don’t worry he gave your other professors the clinic’s excuse slip.”

“He?”

“Severus Snape.”

Nodding slowly, you looked at the clinic’s exit, “Is it okay for me to go now?”

“Do you feel any more pain sweetie?”

You shook your head no, and you received a nod with a sweet smile from the middle-aged matron.

“You can go dear.”

***

After managing to gather info on the requirements, assignments, and quizzes you missed in today’s classes from your professors during office hours, you trotted along the halls of the building, walking through the large field, and finally reaching the dormitory buildings.

Laying in your bed whilst chatting to your friends: Lily, Mary, and Fiona, on that shopping day on the weekend.

You smiled, seeing their concern lacing the text messages that were sent on your group chat earlier.

“How are you (N/N), what happened?”

“Were you hurt (N/N)?”

“I heard you were brought in by that quiet boy to the clinic?”

After replying to all of them and chatting for a few more minutes to discuss other things, you finally turned your device off and put it atop your bedside table, placing an arm atop your forehead, whilst your other’s above your blanket-covered stomach.

You thought about this Severus Snape, intrigued, confused, curious: you wonder why. Why was he so familiar? Why was that hand reaching towards the professor’s desk a scene you’ve seen before?

You grunted, quickly reaching for the pillow beside you and putting it firmly atop your face, slowly placing it to your side for the comfort that it brings when you cuddle it.

And as the silks of the pillows’ covers engulfed you in its warmth, you felt your eyes shut and see midnight dark. You fall into an easy slumber, dreaming of what you’ve seen earlier. Earlier when you fainted from your mind’s struggles to bring something back, to remember something that you knew you haven’t seen before, you swear you don’t.

The boy’s words were ringing in and out of your ear, the only words you could decipher were ‘bicycle’, ‘faster’, and ‘you’.

His face was a blur, but the familiar black curtaining his face beautifully was gracefully flowing with the direction of the tall grasses surrounding you both; it was a sight you know you’ve seen somewhere.

His hand that was reaching yours was rough, yet gentle. A comforting contrast of texture and feelings.

A whoosh of the wind, and suddenly you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins, a shock of electricity continuing to reverberate to your very nerve-endings.

A fleeting feeling of victory surging throughout your chest until you heard the distant echoing whispers of the shout of your name being chanted somewhere near you.

A look to the side, you felt your mouth yell words of victory and praise, seeing the brief face of a shocked expression you look straight before feeling a sudden impact, then the piercing of foreign shrapnel poking you all throughout your now limp body that was seeping with warm wetness of scarlet. Your nerves feel like they’re being constantly electrocuted, it hurts to move. You felt dizzy, your head aches gravely. Your vision is replaced with vignette as midnight welcomes you.

---

Like the many nights that he had lived, he can’t sleep. He can’t, not when his worry outweighs the tiredness that his body feels. His mind seeming to constantly loop on what has occurred earlier and in the past.

Seeming to fall to the bottom of the endless pit he calls his mind. A swirl of confusing feelings, contrasting thoughts are his only company.

He can’t lose you like before.

It was his fault. If he didn’t just initiate that.

He wants to protect you, from harm.

But that nagging thought of him being the reason, of him being the harm that would always put you in a grave state.

He’s torn. The dilemma from wanting to shield you from detriment, yet troubled that he might be the thorns that’ll bring crimson, that will soon be coating your beautiful skin is breaking him ever since.

---

Like yesterday morning, you once again feel your skin coated with sheen sweat as you open your eyes, your head hurts from the same dream you’ve been having for these past couple of days. It’s been making this foreign feeling in your chest swell. Something akin to pained grief and… longing? Why?

You clutched at your chest, your heartbeat slowly steadying, turning your head steadily to the side, you look towards the brightening windows. The rising star’s rays creating a dance of ombre of yellows, oranges, and reds. A flash of familiar white coming from your bedside table brightens the slightly dim room.

‘Meet you all at 11 outside the gates!’

Right. It’s shopping day today!

---

Staring at the ceiling, mind constantly dipping and rising from the series of events. His head aching from the all too sudden and many replays, and the immediate nothingness that follows.

His limbs aching just as much as the pounding in his head.

Letting out a breath he reaches for his phone under his pillow.

The blaring white text of ‘Saturday’ reminds him of the party that this Potter decided to host on his oh-so-glorious mansion.

He runs a hand through his face, sighing heavily- but, she’ll be there.

And though he’s once again conflicted…

Maybe, maybe he can give you the Honeysuckles and Red Carnations in person.

---

After a long shopping session, and a few trips to some fast-food chains with Lily, Mary, and Fiona, you decided on keeping it comfy and casual in which the three of your friends agreed, and such is the reason why you’re wearing high-waisted ripped jeans, a charcoal black spaghetti strap, ending your gorgeous ensemble with a pair of gorgeous midnight stilettos.

You decided to highlight your looks with simple makeup, a purse, and a few pieces of jewelry here and there: a pair of earrings as well as a bracelet.

***

Exiting the taxi and seeing the huge gates and glass doors of the modern mansion, you gaze with your friends in awe while you take all of the building in. You noticed the smooth modern pillars stretching to support the many vast extents of the main building as you walk through the smooth grey pavement, its white walls littered with humongous windows.

The giggling of Lily beside you managed to capture your attention, and you saw her gaze going to and fro from the entrance to the sides. You chuckled at the blush coating her cream cheeks. Seeing the Soccer Club’s Potter making a move at your friend made you grin, but you didn’t expect that one of the Marauders, a certain handsome raven-haired man and the Head of the Basketball Club this year, Black, in particular, will be making a move on you.

---

The loud blaring music, the few blinking yellow strobe lights, and the distant splashes of what he came to realize was the huge group of people swimming and playing around the pool in the backyard of the mansion, all of it was beginning to give him headaches.

He walked slowly, head angled towards the floor, spots of bright yellow invading his vision every now and then. Uninterested from the commotion going on all over the place, he walked towards one of the stools in the corner, grabbing a red solo cup filled with the strong amber liquid.

The pungent smell of the alcohol he held was grounding him, weirdly helping him to tune out all the loud music.

His face contorts in disgust as he sees pairs and groups making out in random places. His curiosity getting the better of him, he lets his charcoal black orbs wander around the place. Eyebrows lifting with curiosity from the scene playing out in one of the couches in the living room of this gigantic mansion, the ‘famous’ James Potter with his class representative, the auburn-haired girl giggling beside the man who has his arm around her shoulders. He saw their eyes locking together and were leaning towards each other’s lips- he looked away, and there he saw.

You swaying to the beat of the music with that bastard Black. He hates it.

He despises the way you laugh at the cheesy jokes and innuendos he’s whispering to your ear. He feels his hands ball into fists, his eyes continuing to stare with disinterest for Black as if willing him to suddenly catch fire, while jealousy was misting over his features. His brows furrowing as another girl with a much skimpier attire through her hands all over Black shocking you in the process. He felt victorious as he sees the other girl grab the Soccer Head’s face and started smothering him with sloppy kisses.

---

Even with the alcohol swirling in your system you still felt revolted as you saw Sirius kissed back. You didn’t like the scene before you, letting your feet drag you to somewhere else, far away from the two now-drunk college students, that is until you felt that familiar contrast of textures and feelings: those very same rough and gentle hands.

You let the person guide you outside. This has happened before; you know it did. You looked up to see Severus from your class in Gen Math. The man that sat across you in the library in the late afternoon. You felt your cheeks warm as you realized that he had carried you to the clinic that day. Weirdly enough, trusting him was quite easy.

You were thankful for his carefulness to not let you bump into anyone on the way to the huge translucent doors.

The whip of the cool evening air to your cheeks was oddly adding familiarity to the hands that were holding yours.

Now striding towards the mansion’s metal-black gates he let go of your hands, though you felt the single slip of hesitation through his grip tightening.

You felt him heave out a breath, a sigh of sadness.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For everything.”

---

He’ll do this. Tonight he’ll finally tell you- though what exactly? He can’t tell, but maybe he just wants you to know, wants to apologize, and hear your forgiveness.

“Do you trust me?”

You nod, smiling, and that’s enough for his lips to twitch into a small genuine smile.

Leading you throughout the streets and into a familiar field of green he kept you close with his hand holding yours.

Finally, on the blurring lines of the grey pavement and the evergreen of the grasses, the yellows, reds, oranges, blues, and violets of the many floras, he looked at you.

He softly chuckles when you removed your heels, prompting him to do the same.

---

The soft grass and the damp dirt swallowing the soles of your feet were all too familiar. Realizing the pattern of all of this, of that comforting and gentle touch that guided you here, of that familiar shoulder-length charcoal black hair, all of it- it’s like déjà vu.

You looked at him, top to bottom, seeing him with his feet both in the grass-filled land. Curious from where all of this sudden feeling of longing and love came from.

You held his face with both hands. Stared at his eyes, and there you saw the hint of sadness and affection. You felt that feeling again, atop your own hands now. His rough palms ever-so-gently settling on yours.

Feeling one of his hands leave yours, your eyes traced their way towards his back. He took a deep breath and held your cheek lovingly with his other hand.

He pulls out that familiar bunch of yellows and reds.

“Honeysuckles. Red Carnation.”

‘Honeysuckles!’ and that’s where it all came coming back to you. The sudden impact of all of these forgotten memories, of the honeysuckles you gave to each other. Now you understand, why the yellows were partnered with the red floras on your lockers.

Your cheeks dampened with fresh tears as you held his cheek too, while the other held the bunch together with his hand.

“I’m sorry… for forgetting, for making you ache for me, for not keeping my promise-”

A soft kiss then a content sigh. “I’m the one who should be sorry- if I just stopped- if I didn’t even bother with that stupid race.”

You smiled, “You shouldn’t Sev.”

---

He follows your movement as you remove both your touches from him. The smile grazing your face makes his heart pump just a tad faster.

“Honeysuckles. I’ve always, and will always devote my affection to you. Red Carnation. I apologize for making your heart ache for me, but now I want to give you…” You came back to him from picking up the reds from the greens. He nuzzled into your hands returning to its earlier place, his rose-tinted cheeks “my Red Tulips.”

You brought your face closer wanting to tell him everything, he felt the genuine emotion lacing your words, “I, (L/N) (Y/N), declare my love to you, Severus Snape.

The stars’ shining above would never compare to how much light you’ve given him tonight. The vast oceans of midnight skies that were his heart were now filled with your Honeysuckles and Red Tulips. Red Carnations that resided in his heart now wilting away.

The soft press of your gentle lips were like White Lilies on a summer in a field of lush dew-covered greens.

Breaking the kiss, both of you panting quietly for air, he mumbled near your lips “I’ll continue to give you honeysuckles.”

You smiled, “There’s no need to my dear Hyacinth. I’m the one who needs to make-up with all the years.”

“With Red Tulips?”, he teases.

“And Daisies, and White Lilies. Always.”

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Note: When I started this fic I thought of incorporating a reunion of two childhood friends lovers in the form of a College AU. I’ve also been inspired by “The Language of Flowers” such is the reason for the many metaphors. Here are the meanings for each flower:

Honeysuckles – Devoted Affection

Red Carnation – “My heart aches for you.”

Red Tulips – “I declare my love”

Daisies – “I love you truly.”

White Lilies – “My love is pure.”

And for those who are curious here is my general plot/synopsis for this very long one-shot:

Synopsis: Severus and Reader are childhood friends. Reader got into a comma after crashing into a speeding car when she was racing with Severus. Reader doesn’t remember parts of her childhood. Severus blames himself (on the accident) to this day. Reader and Severus are each other’s, first love.

#Severus Snape #Snape #Severus Snape x Reader #Severus Snape x You #Female Reader #College AU #Harry Potter Fanfiction #Severus Snape Fanfiction #Konoha Simps Server Collab

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not a lonely birthday

teen!actress!reader x platonic!jeremy renner

brief reader x marvel cast

req by @maximeevansblog : The reader (me ) is dating jeremy renner its the readers birtday, and jeremy renner spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon , and the trows a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and alot of fluff please (i'm so sorry i couldn't write your exact request. i added the other cast too but it's still mainly jeremy renner so i hope you enjoy this still)

summary: you thought you were gonna have to spend your birthday alone but jeremy had other plans.

word count: 3296

note: i told her i couldn't really write romance because my blog is mainly teen!reader and she said i could just turn it into an x teen!reader so i did. i mean, i can write a non teen!reader but it probably won't be anytime soon so i'm not taking requests that aren't x teen!reader as of now <33

"are you sure you'll be okay?"

"yes, mum, i'll be fine here. i've been doing fine for the past two and a half months, what's another week without you guys gonna do to me?" you told your mother on the phone, rolling your eyes at her excessive, unnecessary worrying.

"we're so sorry about this, sweetheart," you heard your dad speak and you figured he must've been listening the whole time. your mum must've had it on speaker since the beginning of the phone call.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday all alone. i promise we'll make it up to you, honey." your mother spoke again and you groaned. "i keep telling you that it's fine. and what do you take me for, a loner? i've got the others here, mum, i'll be fine." you told her, a smile ghosting over your lips at how concerned she is of you.

your birthday was coming in two days and having a whole movie to film meant that you weren't allowed to leave the country for just a weekend to celebrate it with your family. so, they worked around your schedule and planned a trip to visit. unfortunately, your idiot of a brother managed to get himself into a skating accident and had to be hospitalised, affecting their whole plan of coming to celebrate your 18th birthday with you. well, not on the day of your birthday, at least.

"i'll make sure sarah'll bring you out to celebrate, okay? i'm so sorry about this, y/n." you could practically hear the pout in her voice and you held back the urge to tell her off for profusely apologising, you didn't want to receive a beating when she finally arrives here.

"i'll be fine, mum," you whined. "as i said, i'll be filming on my birthday too so i'll at least be with the cast then. it's never a dull day with them. and i'll be waiting for your gift from sarah on my birthday." you teased her. you knew she had a habit of getting birthday gifts way too early. for once, she was grateful for that because she had given sarah—your manager and also a family friend— your birthday present for her to safe-keep in case anything like this happened and she couldn't give it to you on your birthday.

"i'll give you permission to whack your brother once we come." your dad tells you seriously and you laughed. "thanks, dad. i'll be sure to remember it. anyways, i have to get back on set soon. i'll talk to you guys when i can?"

"of course, honey. have fun on set!" your parents bid you goodbye and you hung up with an adoring smile on your face. you missed your family and having been able to hear your parents' voices for a mere five minutes was enough to cure it for even just a little bit. sure, you were disappointed that you weren't going to get to spend your birthday with them but spending it doing what you love—acting— with the people, aside from your family and friends from home, that you love—the cast— didn't sound so bad.

"i'm so sorry about this, darling." you heard someone say, effectively breaking your train of thoughts. you turned to the source of the voice, meeting the hazel eyes of your manager and long-time family friend, sarah. she pulls you in for a hug that you groaned into but still returned. you rolled your eyes playfully when she let go. "i'm not upset, sarah."

"i know. but you're disappointed." she says softly, fixing your costume after the hug messed it up a little. "maybe i am, but it doesn't matter. i chose this life so technically i brought all of this upon myself. i signed up to have a normal life stripped away from me." you told her honestly, internally cringing because you hadn't meant to get that deep.

"y/n," her hands rested on both of your shoulders and she looks down at you with that stern mum glare she'd give you whenever you were being a little troublemaker. she was practically your second mum, having promised your own that she'd take care of you whenever you had to travel for filming.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it in a bad way. i love my job but it sucks that i have to be far away from family, you know?" you sighed. "i understand, darling. it's hard but hey, i'll be with you the whole day, okay? we'll go out and have a nice girl's day out together, do whatever you want. that sound nice to you?" she places a gentle hand against your skin, careful not to rub the fake dirt and wound makeup on your face.

"that sounds great, sarah. i have only a half day of filming that day, right?" you ask her, knowing she remembers your schedule better than you yourself do. "yup. anyways, they need you on set 3. get out there and make me proud, darling."

"and....cut!" the director called out and you dramatically dropped limp against the wire harness attached to your body, the wires holding up your weight so you didn't drop down to the floor but also didn't have to remain standing on your own.

you heard sebastian laughing, him being the closest to you in the scene you had just filmed. "you tired, y/n/n?" evans chuckled as he walked towards where you and seb were standing. "yeah, i just wanna sleep right now." you told them, standing up on your own when a crew member wanted to get your harness off.

"well, at least you get to rest now. you're done for the day right?" seb asked, the three of you now walking to the snack table together. "yeah but sarah wanted to take me out so maybe not rest but i'll get to relax. that's good enough," you say, peeling off a banana and taking a bite while the two men drank some water.

"she's taking you out later today? is there a special occasion?" chris asked and you smiled at him. "nah, nothing much. she just thought i've been stressed lately." you lied. you didn't want to seem attention-seeking for telling chris and sebastian that it was your birthday so you settled on a little lie.

"she's not wrong. you have been working hard and you deserve a relaxing evening off work." seb agreed.

"oh she's walking over here right now. are you going now?" chris asked, eyes trained behind you as he watched sarah coming closer. you turned around, meeting her frown-etched face and you blinked profusely in confusion. "i thought we're going in two hours?"

"y/n, i'm so sorry. some stuff came up and i have last minute errands to run all day," she told you, offering a guilty expression when your face dropped slightly. "oh.. i– um, yeah, it's fine."

"are you sure it's fine? i promised you though," she frowned. "it's fine, i know you have a lot to handle and it's totally fine if we don't go out today. i'll just take a nap and be on netflix all day, i guess." you joked but sarah didn't laugh. "sarah, it's fine. you know i've been wanting to catch up on a list of shows. when else will i be able to do this?" you assured her, trying to mask your disappointment.

"i have to go now. i'll make it up to you, darling, i promise." she gave you a hug before running off somewhere. you felt bad for her because she probably had to be running here and there all day but it didn't change that you were disappointed. maybe you really did deserve this for choosing this life.

"hey kiddo," you felt someone ruffle your hair and you were almost going to go off on them for doing that before remembering you had just finished your last scene for the day. an arm rested over your shoulder and you looked up to see jeremy taking over sarah's previous spot.

"um excuse me? do we not exist?" chris joked when jeremy didn't greet him nor seb. jeremy rolled his eyes at them, turning back to look down at you. "you did great today, kiddo." he complimented and you smiled, thanking him.

"wow okay, i guess we really don't exist, huh? c'mon seb, let's go somewhere else where people appreciate our presence." evans sassed, glaring at you two as both men strutted away.

"good riddance," jeremy said, dropping his arm so that you two were now face to face. "happy birthday, y/n." he says, handing you a little bronze coloured box. you gasped as you took it in your hands.

"how'd you know it was my birthday?" you asked him, eyes wide in surprise. "of course i know your birthday, kiddo. after all, you are my favourite co-star." he grins, gesturing for you to open the box.

you did and your hand immediately flew to cover your mouth in shock. "jeremy! you didn't!" you gently took out the necklace from the box, examining it closely. the charm was in the shape of your favourite animal and the chain was gold. this must've costed him a fortune.

"jeremy, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, pouting at him to prevent yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. "kiddo, i love you a lot, how could i not?"

playing clint's adopted, eldest daughter in the films, as well as a member of the avengers, you and jeremy worked together a lot. he helped you a lot with practicing your lines and emotions for specific scenes and you bonded over so many things you two had in common. even off set jeremy still acted like your father so practically everyone knew how close you two were. if sarah is considered your second mum, you'd say jeremy is your second dad.

"so i heard sarah bailed on your birthday date today," he says as he helped you put on the necklace, smiling fondly when you looked down at it happily. "thanks a lot, jeremy. you really didn't have to," you hugged him tight, the man chuckling as he hugged you back.

"and sarah didn't bail. she just has errands to run all day. can't blame her, she's a busy woman." you told him. "yeah yeah, anyways, how 'bout i take you out instead? a birthday lunch and a day out with your favourite cast mate?" he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you don't have anymore scenes to shoot?" you ask. "i do but i have plenty of time before then." he replies. you agreed happily and he tells you to meet him outside the set in an hour so you two could change out of your costumes.

"you ready for the best day ever, kiddo?" jeremy asks as you entered the passenger seat. "best day ever? then shouldn't we invite the rest?" you teased, buckling your seatbelt. "hey! i'm pretty fun too!"

you chuckled at his childishness. "i'm kidding, you are fun. now let's go already, i'm starving." you complained and he started the engine, letting you play whatever songs you wanted as background to your small talk.

you had lunch first at your favourite restaurant but not before you two had a debate of whether you were allowed to because you were supposed to be on a diet during the length of the movie shooting and him ultimately going 'to hell with that diet, it's your special day' and then dragging you in. after that, he said he had a surprise for you and told you to just get in the car.

when he finally stopped somewhere, you realised it was a pretty well known hair salon in town and you tilted your head in confusion. why would he bring you here?

"you said you wanted to dye your hair, didn't you? let's do it." he says nonchalantly, unbuckling his seatbelt before you both exited the car. "are you crazy? we're still in the middle of filming!" you exclaim in disbelief. this man was crazy.

"yeah but it's not like they can't just get a wig of your current hair and use that for the rest of the filming. scar and lizzie wear wigs all the time, you can too. now let's go dye that stupid colour you want!" he cheers, tugging you along with him by your wrist, into the salon. you chuckled at his antics, letting him drag you.

the next hour or two was spent with you worrying that your parents would kill you for this, or worse, anthony or joe. you knew it would be a meltdown for them if you came back with your hair a completely different colour.

jeremy assured you that the russos, as well as your parents, would not get mad at this but you were pretty sure you'd get an earful from both pairs. you made him promise that he would talk to both parties that he was the one who convinced you to do this. but once your hair was done, all worries flew out the window as you admired your new hair.

"you look great, kiddo. this colour looks good on you." he looks at you with a fond smile, trying to resist the urge to ruffle your newly done hair but failing. you pouted at him when he did so, reaching up to fix it again. "sorry, y/n/n, couldn't resist," he states, pinching your cheek.

"alright, next stop now, let's go!" he pulls you by the wrist once again and you let him, used to him doing this already. the next time he stopped, you damn right almost had another heart attack because again, this man was crazy.

he did not just bring you to a nail place. surely he isn't about to let you get your nails done, right? the russos would have your head and his too if you were to get them done and casually get back to the studio.

"no." you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stayed seated in the passenger seat. "c'mon, y/n/n," he whined, throwing a tantrum outside the car door as he tried to get you to leave the car.

"no, jeremy, they'll literally send me back here to get it off because in case you forgot, in all my scenes, i don't have fancy nails." you reasoned, noticing that jeremy has now moved to your side of the car and the passenger seat door has now been opened, the man continuing to make a fuss closer to you now.

"no they will not, i'll make sure they don't. c'mon kiddo, it's your birthday, let's have a little fun!" he says but you were still unsure about the whole thing. "i don't know.."

"okay fine i guess i'll tell you this now. they didn't want to tell you until later today because they wanted it to be your kinda birthday present but your avenger suit has changed. it's not like the one in the last movie, it's got gloves now! and the rest of your scenes excluding the last few ones are all in your superhero suit right?" your eyes widened at this new information, a smile growing on your lips.

"wait, for real? are you sure they're not just fingerless gloves?" he smiles down at you. "yeah. i planned this day well, okay? put some trust in me, geez," he sassed, moving out of your way as you finally exited the car.

"this better not be a joke, renner, because if it is, i'll have your head." you threatened jokingly. "yeah, yeah. oh also, can you just pretend to be shocked when they tell you about your suit upgrade? because i really wasn't supposed to tell you this." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as you walked two walked into the nail salon.

the entire time, he awkwardly sat at the side, waiting for you to be done. when you were though, he quickly got up, as if he had been restless sitting down the whole time.

"they're pretty," he says as you walked back to his car. "yeah, i really like them. haven't had my nails done in a long time." you replied, getting in the car and waiting for jeremy to get in on his side. once he did, he immediately started the engine and started driving back to the set where he had to continue shooting and where you knew sarah would be waiting for you.

it was after many different topics and finally arriving outside the set did you decide to get a little emotional. "hey, i just wanna say thanks for today. i thought i was gonna spend the day alone watching netflix all day like some loser but you made this day really enjoyable. you have no idea how much this really means to me, thank you so much jeremy. i love you." you pouted at him, trying not to cry. "aw kiddo, of course. you're an important person to me. couldn't let you be a loser on your special day," he teases, bringing you into a hug where he didn't miss his chance to ruffle your hair.

once you let go, he kept an arm around your shoulder as you both walked in. he opened the door for you both and you almost jumped in place.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

your jaw dropped at the sight in front you. every single one of your co-stars, along with some crew members were wearing party hats holding up a banner that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N'. sarah was in the middle, holding a huge birthday cake with a smile on her face. you slowly walked towards her, hand over your mouth in shock.

sarah gave the cake over to robert before opening her arms up for you. you gave her a tight hug. "you didn't have to do all this," you say, letting go of her. "jeremy and i planned this right when your mother called beforehand and told me they couldn't come in time." she explained.

you turned to jeremy who had been standing next to you the whole time, giving him another hug which he happily accepted. "you guys didn't have to." you told them, trying not to cry at the thought that these people loved you enough to do this for you.

"but we wanted to. and the rest wanted to join in too. now before you start bawling your eyes out, let's get this party started!" he cheered.

"but before that, make a wish, kiddo." robert tells you after evans finished lighting up all the candles. you closed your eyes, making a wish and blowing them all out. everyone cheered before walking away to grab food or to talk to others. or in your cast mates' cases, fighting over who gets to give you your present first.

"you knew it was my birthday!" you exclaimed when you locked eyes with evans, who was in the middle of a brawl with both mackie and robert. he laughed out loud. "yeah! i did! your lie couldn't fool me, child!" he says dramatically, before being pushed aside by robert.

you laughed as they continued to fight right in front of you about who you love more and therefore getting to be first to give you their gift. they even managed to slip in a few compliments about your new hair, while they were literally fighting. you watched in glee, realising that even if your biological family couldn't make it for your special day, you still had a second one to make it special.

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merminns · 4 years ago

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The pain in your eyes

Levi Ackerman x Reader

❧ Content/ warnings: angst, mentions of death and mourning

❧ Word count: 2.2k

❧ Notes: this is a repost from my old blog

Darkness, silence and pain. These were your best friends, ones that accompany you every night and never leave your dreams. These were the emotions you register as you shoot out of bed in the dead of the night, eyes wide and teary, breathing heavily as you try to erase the memories of your new nightmare away.

This was almost a nightly routine. A normal one considering what you experience most of the time being part of the survey corps.

You wake up every night with a powerful amount of fear gripping at your heart, trying to forget about the darkness that consumes your mind and the deafening screams of the ones you care about followed by silence a thousand times more deafening after they’re gone. You will yourself to calm your breath and clear your mind, running your shaking hands through your hair.

This goes on until you notice the two sets of innocent eyes that lost their sleep due to your constant shaking in bed. Your baby brothers were used to this, so they just sit back and allow you to calm yourself slowly their eyes full of concern.

Oh, those eyes. They saw scenes they shouldn’t have at such a young age. They understood what death and pain meant at an age where peace was supposed to be the only thing they knew.

Both of them were there that fateful day when the titans ate both of your parents and you could do nothing but hold your baby brothers and flee. It wasn’t the first time you came face to face with titans but their number was overwhelming. You couldn’t fight them off. You wouldn’t have been able to save your parents, so you did the only thing you could do; you protected the only people you knew you could save.

Even though what happened that day was completely out of your control, you still held yourself responsible, and the horror of the scene combined with the guilt stapping at your heart were enough to have this memory engraved in the back of your eyes, coming to life whenever you tried to sleep, along with all the memories you held for your fallen comrades.

It wasn’t normal to have children around HQ but an exception was made for your brothers, they were too young and you were the only family they had left, plus they didn’t cause any trouble, the pain they went through was enough to make them too mature for their age, but they were still innocent at heart and they were very nice and helpful to squad leaders and cadets alike, so it was quite easy for everyone to find their presence pleasant.

Your brothers enjoyed spending time around the scout members as well, but they always made sure they were within your range of vision, knowing how you panic when you’re not assured of their safety. And when the night comes, they refuse to sleep anywhere except in your bed, claiming that it makes them feel safe, but you knew it was mainly because they wanted to help you with your nightmares as much as they could.

They wait for your breathing to return to normal before they sandwich you between them, hugging you with their small arms and telling you that it’s alright.

“It’s ok. This is just a bad dream.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll protect you from anything bad.”

They stay like this hugging yo tighter and helping your shaking form slip back into sleep.

They were the only reason you willed yourself to calm down every night after a nightmare, to do your best every day during training and doing your duties, and to never let a titan hurt you during and expedition. They are what strengthened your will to live and fight.

You didn’t want anyone else to share this position with them. You didn’t want to get close to anyone else in fear they’d be added to your nightmares one day, so you refused to make many friends from the survey corps.

Everyone respected you, knowing how much of a powerful soldier you were but not many people tried to get to know you because they knew that you’ll always turn them down; save for some people who didn’t know how to give up at all, like Hanji for example.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Hanji said as they practically dragged you along to where the rest of the squad leaders were “We hardly ever get any time off and I’m sure you’ll like everybody.”

“Hanji, I don’t want to spend time with anyone, I just need some rest.” You replied stubbornly, but Hanji never gave up.

They always made sure to include you in their new discoveries and drag you along whenever there was a chance for the squad leaders and the commander to spend some peaceful time together as friends, not as soldiers.

You always did your best to turn them down but they never knew when to stop. Your brothers were another persistent duo, pushing you to spend time with others, telling you that they’re nice and they loved spending time with them.

All it would take for you to agree was the pleading eyes your brothers would give you, Hanji following their lead.

“You’re a big baby” You stated to Hanji with a sigh as you finally started following them to where their friends were sitting.

You mainly agreed because you know how much your brothers loved the squad leaders. If there was nothing else for them to do thy would insist to help Hanji, Erwin, Mike or even Levi as much as they could.

On the other hand, the squad leaders also found spending time with you and your brothers a pleasant occurrence. Especially Levi.

Though he’d never admit it, he had a soft spot for your brothers. They always reminded him of Isabel and Furlan. Especially when they started playfully bickering amongst themselves.

So, when another painful day came your way, and the only family you had left was taken from you by the titans for the second time, Levi understood how you felt. They were gone. The titans had taken all you had left, they took your reason to live, your will to fight, you had nothing left.

The pure pain you felt left you paralyzed, looking at the same eyes that helped you calm down after a nightmare, now lifeless on the ground. The same eyes that chased your nightmares away became a nightmare on their own. The worst nightmare of all.

You fell to your knees silent tears running down your face, your heart being ripped to shreds. The fight with the titans, who came out of nowhere, still going on became faint noises in the background for you.

These creatures took everything you had; they took away your family, your happiness, the only kind of peace you ever knew. They took away your will to live.

“What are you doing? Get up and fight.”

Levi’s words didn’t even reach your ears. One look at your face was all it took for him to know you weren’t going to fight. He knew you finally gave up, but he also knew what it feels like, to lose the only family you knew. So, he took it upon himself to keep you safe.

He fought harder, never moving too far away from where you stayed on the ground, staring at what was left of your brothers. He made sure that no titan came close enough to hurt you. And he would have failed if it weren’t for Erwin who saved you in the last second from a titan’s grip when Levi became too occupied with another titan.

The next couple of days, you started coming back to your senses slowly, but you still refused to speak, move or even eat. You spent your time laying in the infirmary bed staring silently at the ceiling until you drifted off to sleep, woken up by nightmares not long after, screaming and frantically searching for the eyes that brought you peace at night, until reality hits you and you collapse back in bed repeating the cycle all over again.

After it was over you still didn’t move or make a sound. If it weren’t for your faint breath and the tears still running down your face no one would have known you were alive. Your comrades helped you into a wagon and took you to the infirmary to check your wounds, and all the while your senses have been shut down. You didn’t feel the hands that were helping you move from one place to the other, you didn’t hear the voices of those who considered you a friend trying to tell you that it is alright, and you didn’t see their sad eyes look at you, troubled, not knowing what to do.

One thing you noticed though, was the overwhelming number of soldiers who came to visit you every once in a while. You never realized it before, but as you were busy shutting people out and refusing to make friends, your brothers had made a lot of friends within the survey corps, and now that they were gone, every soldier that ever cared for them came to visit you. This idea on its own brought more pain to your heart, pushing you farther into your silent, motionless grief.

Only Levi never showed up through the day. He never came to visit unless he was sure that you were asleep, that everyone was asleep. He would sit by your bed silently, understanding everything you’re going through, you reminded him of himself too much that he didn’t like it. He would sit by your bed for a while and before he leaves, he makes sure to leave something beside you on the bed that he thinks would help you.

His visits became a nightly routine for him. And as time passed he started to break the silence, he started to whisper to your motionless body that he understood, that he went through what you’re going through.

He whispered to you about Isabel and Furlan, about how he lost them to a titan too. He whispered to you about the distant memories he has about his mother, and about his days in the underground. But once he feels like you’re about to wake up, he would put what he got for you on the bed and leave.

You usually woke up to find a book that one of your brothers liked beside you. The books were a great help. In the beginning, the sight of the book brought tears to your eyes, you didn’t know what the book was about but you knew that one or both of your brothers liked it. So, you started to read the books, and every once in a while a new book would appear and they helped you cope, they made you feel as if your brothers were there, sitting by you reading the books with you.

One time you even woke up to find two moderately sized teddy bears lying beside you. You were confused when you saw them, but then it made you feel like you weren’t sitting alone in bed, and as childish as it seemed, you started to hug them to your chest and pretend that they were your brothers lying next to you in bed.

Everyone was happy to see that you started moving, you started eating without being force-fed and with the slow flow of days you even started getting up every morning and wearing your uniform.

You moved your things back to your room, and despite it being hard at first with all of the memories that you shared with your brothers in this room, you started to get used to it, the books and the teddy bears you now had were a great help and you started going back to your daily routine.

It wasn’t easy, but now every time you pass by someone your brothers knew, they’d throw you a greeting or nod at you, and despite the fact that you had pushed everyone away before, it felt good to be acknowledged by all of these soldiers and knowing that you weren’t the only one who know what pain means. You hardly ever spoke to anyone but you nod back at the soldiers you pass by.

You kept on doing your duties, and you started eating your meals in the Mess Hall with everyone else, knowing that at the end of the day you wouldn’t have your brothers but you would have something that reminds you of them.

Levi watched from afar, a hardly noticeable smile on his lips. Because he knew that in more ways that one you were just like him, that despite the pain hidden in your eyes and the grief in your heart, you’ll always be a strong soldier. You would let the pain build you up rather than break you down.

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snuggetfish · 3 years ago

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Don't know if you are taking requests right now if you do how about majima with a partner who is just as crazy as him?

Also I just found your blog but you have such a great writing style and as far as I can see an even greater character. Hope you're doing good and staying save while the plage rages.

Hi there anon, it's probably been like a month since you've sent this in arghh 😩

Some of my thoughts here I’ve also touched upon in an earlier ask about a partner who employs violence the same way Majima does (or worse). But of course, Majima's apparent madness doesn't just manifest in the form of violence. And neither would his partner's, presumably.

So I think what characterizes a relationship like this is: impulsive, spur-of-the-moment decisions. Basically, there's never be a dull moment around them. Whenever they're not off doing their own varyingly wacky things around town, they're together plotting an extra elaborate Kiryu-chan ambush, or designing new "Goro-chan merch" or even deciding to go on, say, a paragliding tour. Departing right here, right now, from the top of the Millennium Tower. With the added perk that if they just so happen to see Kiryu-chan from all the way up there... well, you catch my drift.

On the one hand, I think this would be as invigorating as it gets for Majima. His partner not only has the wits and stamina to keep up with him, but they're also keeping him from settling into the old codger life too soon. With them by his side, ready to step up to any challenge, he can truly keep his promise of "livin' crazier than any of 'em".

On the other hand, if they're constantly busy existing in the present and seemingly never thinking things through... can they ever be truly emotionally honest with each other?

There's no doubt in my mind that Majima's impulsivity is, at least to some extent, embedded in his character. We've seen glimpses of it in flashbacks and heat actions in Y0. But part of it is also a wall he built around himself to keep further trauma at bay. He painted a big crazy grin on there as if to say "I'm just one easy-going wild card of a dude, there's no inner struggle here!" No feelings he can't find the words to communicate and certainly no vulnerability.

So that's the thing, I think Majima would wonder first of all if his partner's craziness is also hiding something deeper, and second of all, he'd fear that in case they don't and it's really just The Way They Are™️... that they wouldn't accept his soft side.

Kiryu at some point tells Majima that "he's the only one he could never read" and I think this reveals a core issue with being around someone who's "mad". From time to time, intrusive questions would pop into Majima's head: are they simulating it the same way you are or is it all genuine? Have I ever and will I ever see past the facade, if there is one? Can I trust them with all of my inner thoughts or should I keep up the ruse?

This is an interesting scenario, just for the many factors that are at play... but the gist of it is: I think the two of them could absolutely live the Manic Pixie Dream Couple life for as long as their bodies would allow them... provided there's also a deep emotional connection there, to comfort and ground them in reality. Just a bit.

Thank you for the ask anon and for the lovely words! 💙💙💙 Sorry again for the long delay. I hope you're staying safe too!

#anon asks #snugasks #a question I never thought I'd ask myself: is Majima a Manic Pixie Dream Boy??

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slightly-nerdy-rambles · 3 years ago

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Robstar Week Day 7: Looking Back, Moving Forward (Prompt: Together)

Those of you who have read my previous year's fics may already suspect what this one will be about, based on the fact that it hasn't shown up yet. Yup, it's time for this year's Royal Family Verse fic! For those of you who don't know what the Royal Family Verse is, it's a kind of special "side" continuity that I set one of each year's Robstar Week entries in. To summarize, when Galfore suffers a debilitating injury and chooses to abdicate to Starfire rather than risk being overthrown by a strong but foolish challenger, Robin chooses to go with her and marriage and emperor-consort-hood kind of inevitably ensue. If you're interested in reading more from this 'verse, feel free to check out "A New Life" from 2020 and "These Winding Halls" from 2019 (or just check the “Royal Family Verse” tag on my blog). While I decided pretty quickly that "Together" would be the prompt of choice for the RFV fic, I actually had a little difficulty deciding what specific event to write about... my first idea turned out kind of meh, while my second one ended up being something I realized I wanted to write as more of a standalone fic. With that in consideration, it might not take a full year for the next RFV story to come out...

Anyway, I suppose that does it for this year's Robstar Week. Thanks for joining the fun, everyone, and see you next year!

Looking Back, Moving Forward

It was a scene that, just a few months ago, he would not have expected to see again. Starfire on a high palace balcony, Tamaran's pinkish-purple sky above her, a cheering throng of Tamaraneans below. The strange upright crown of the planet's royalty resting almost a little awkwardly on her brow.

There were differences from the last time, of course. He could have sworn the crowd was more than twice as big, now — the result, no doubt, of a transition of power planned ahead, rather than won in an impromptu duel. Galfore himself had traded her princess' diadem for the larger crown of the Grand Ruler moments ago, to the still-roaring delight of those below. Life had been so much simpler, he thought wryly, when it had been the other way around.

The biggest change had been Galfore's doing as well. He had wanted his last act as Grand Ruler to be something meaningful, something that made his bumgorf truly happy before she had such great responsibility thrust upon her. That was why, now as she prepared to address her people, the new empress still wore a wedding gown that she seemed far more comfortable in than her last.

It was also why Robin — though he supposed he had to use his new Tamaranean name now — waited in the wings just a little behind her, dressed in its partner.

Mar'ikesh's, or Nightwing's, mind was still reeling from the events of the day, and what they would mean for himself and Starfire alike. For the moment, though, he forced those thoughts down to listen to her words.

"Just a few years ago, I stood on this balcony and declared that I was not best for Tamaran," she began. "I still believe that, at the time, that was the case. I had been away for too long, and my heart still belonged too much to Earth."

Nightwing felt himself tense up; her heart still belonged to Earth, he knew, and it took all of his willpower not to look back at where their friends watched from their places of honor or step up to lend a comforting presence while she had to put on a brave face. Not yet. You'll have your moment.

"Further, it would not have done well, so soon after my sister's coup, to begin a reign with further violence among family."

Here Starfire paused for just a moment, taking a deep breath too quietly for the microphone hidden in the balcony to pick up. She chanced a quick glance back at him, and he offered her a small but encouraging smile.

"But much has changed since then," she went on, her voice growing stronger. "Galfore's wisdom and courage has served you all well, and I will cherish his guidance in the years to come. But if he believes that I am ready for this position, then I know that I must be. And I will do everything in my power, through my own experience, to ensure that Tamaran continues to prosper. This I promise you today."

Another wild cheer rose up, and Starfire's face shone with more confidence than Nightwing had seen in the past month. She turned to him, smiling, and held out a hand.

Now was the time.

Nightwing stepped forward and slipped his hand into hers, and she pulled him over to join her by the balcony wall. He tried not to think too hard about the size of the inhuman crowd, or the snatches of conversation in a language he was only just beginning to learn, or the odd weight of the diadem on his forehead.

"And as for my heart," she said a little more softly, still looking into his eyes with that gentle smile on her face, "a part of it has chosen to join me here, so that I may not be distracted by thoughts that I have left another home behind."

She returned her attention to the assembled Tamaraneans. "Mar'ikesh is one of the most brave and noble people I know, and it is my great pleasure to introduce him to those of you who have not seen him already. Si kaxga si darta!"

The crowd repeated that final phrase in chorus, and Nightwing had to swallow a small lump in his throat. It was a Tamaranean saying he had become quite familiar with recently: "Our family is our strength." In this context, he believed it related in some way to how the people saw the royal family as 'Tamaran's family,' but its general form was something he understood clearly enough.

Family. That's what we are now.

Nightwing must have been distracted by those thoughts, because the next thing he knew, he and Starfire were suddenly being scooped up by Cyborg in a big bear hug.

"I can't believe it's finally happening! Our girl's all grown up and ruling the planet!" he half-blubbered, his human eye tearing up while Beast Boy and even Raven came in and joined the impromptu group hug.

"We're really gonna miss you guys," Beast Boy added, his tone more subdued than Nightwing thought he'd ever heard it.

Starfire was tearing up too now — they all were, really — but she shook her head and smiled as the embrace broke apart and she stepped back to look at her former teammates.

"We are not letting you leave so soon," she insisted. "I already told you that this kind of party is sure to last at least a week."

Raven offered a subtle smile of her own. "Don't worry, you won't get rid of us that easily."

Cyborg let out a low sigh and placed a hand on each of the couple's shoulders. "I know, but it's still coming up so fast. You two take good care of each other, y'hear?"

Nightwing took his new wife's hand and shared a look with her. "That's kind of the plan," he said.

And just because the statement was obvious didn't make it any less true. He'd have a lot to adjust to, and even with all her prior training Starfire would too, but it was very much official now that they would go through it all together.

And when they were together, he'd found, there was nothing they couldn't do.

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a-little-slice-of-fandom · 4 years ago

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I’d love to hear your thoughts on the Irish-ness of Dracula, if you wanna ramble about it!

(Okay I just want to apologise for how long this took to answer because I know it’s been sitting in my inbox for over a month but..depression and work happened and I just didn’t have the time or energy to complete it. I seriously do apologise for this but I hope you enjoy the post anyway!)

So the first thing I need to clear up is this: the concept of a monster or a demon that feeds upon the life force of humans is not limited to one singular culture or folklore. In fact, this core concept is a wider cultural phenomenon and variations of it exist across both countries and continents. And no one country can take sole credit for the this core concept of vampires. Anyone who tries to claim otherwise either doesn’t know much about vampires or is intentionally being disingenuous. There can be cultural variations that are specific to certain folklores (and to just blatantly steal these would be cultural appropriation), but the main idea of vampires exists across a wide range of folklores and no singular person, group of people or culture can take credit for the creation of vampires.

However, arguably it was the work of Bram Stoker that aided in the solidification of the concept of Vampires that we know today. While there were other authors from a wide range of nationalities who wrote about Vampires before Stoker (including John William Polidori who wrote the Vampyre in 1819)...Dracula is the best known. (Now I personally believe that’s because Dracula is an absolutely banging novel, although I do concede that the prevalence of adaptations of Dracula from the 1920’s to today helps keep Dracula in the forefront of audiences minds.) In addition, it’s important to remember that Stoker was inspired by another Irish author Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, who wrote the novel Carmilla. As far as I know, Le Fanu and Stoker actually worked together on a magazine!

Another thing I think that needs clarification is the common belief that Stoker heavily/religiously based Dracula on the historical figure Vlad the Impailer. This is heavily debated by scholars. While there’s an obvious, undeniable similarity between the names of these two...the similarities start to wain after this, with only small similarities between the two and there’s even literal contradictions between the history of Vlad the Impailer and Dracula’s history in the novel. In fact, there’s not much indication that Stoker based the character Dracula off Vlad the Impailer, or even that he had a working knowledge of Vlad the Impailer beyond the name. In all 124 pages of his notes, there’s nothing to indicate that Stoker’s inspiration for Dracula came from Vlad the Impailer.

(Plus Dracula in the novel wasn’t even originally called Dracula...he was called Count Wampyr in the original drafts of the novel and this was only changed, from what I can gather, in the last couple of drafts.)

In fact, I’d personally argue that that connection between Vlad the Impailer and Dracula is actually something that’s been retroactively added by other artists, for example the 1992 film “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” heavily leaned into this idea that Dracula and Vald the Impailer were one in the same, and as time has progressed people assume that these elements were in the original novel when that’s simply untrue! Stoker didn’t write that! It’s a retroactive addition by other artists that’s just assumed by the masses to be canon. This phenomenon is actually super interesting and it’s absolutely not limited to Stoker’s novel Dracula/the modern day perception of Dracula (another example would be Mary Shelley’s version of Frankenstein versus the modern day perception Frankenstein). I’m not sure if there’s a word for what this is, but I like the term “cultural canon”, where something that’s been added in by other artists has become as good as canon within the minds of the masses and as such is ingrained within the cultural perception of something, despite it having no basis within the original piece or even directly contradicting what is in canon.

(Now I’ll absolutely concede that Stoker taking the name of a historical figure and possibly their likeness from another country and making them into a literal monster is something that should be discussed. I don’t know how Vlad the Impailer is viewed within Romania - whether he’s viewed positively or negatively or a mixture - but regardless he was a historical figure and Stoker did eventually use that name for his own creative purposes. Again, Stoker didn’t say that Dracula and Vlad the Impailer were the same person, that’s other artists doing, but there’s still issues with Stoker that needs to be discussed)

Now, I’ve seen people talk about how Stoker took a lot of inspiration from the Baltic folklore surrounding vampires for his novel, but I don’t really know this folklore very well and therefore I don’t feel like I’m qualified to discuss it. If anyone is more well versed in this topic wants to add to this post then they’re more than welcome to! I don’t deny that Stoker too inspiration from places other than Ireland (like the novel is set in Whitby) but I just feel like people over hype the relation between stokers Dracula and Vlad the Impailer.

Now, onto the Irish mythology side!

So the most obvious inspiration for Dracula comes from the story of Abhartach. here is a link to an actual, respectable retelling of the story of Abhartach which I’d highly recommend people read (it’s really not that long) but the key points go as follows:

There was this Irish chieftain called Abhartach, who was really cruel and the townsfolk didn’t really like him. So, the townsfolk and another cheiftain (known as Cathain) banded together to kill Abhartach. They did succeed in killing him (yay), however, Abhartach just sort of...rose from the dead and began another reign of terror (not yay). However, Abhartach needed to be sustained by blood and required a bowlful every day to sustain his energy. Cathain comes back and kills Abhartach once again, but Abhartach rises from the dead once more and now needs more blood. Abhartach is only banished when Cathain uses a word made from yew wood and wounds Abhartach with it. Abhartach is buried upside down with a grant stone over the grave to stop Abhartach rising once again.

Sound familiar? The similarities between Abhartach and Dracula are undeniable! Yes, there’s some differences between the two but the core story here is almost identical. I could totally reword that paragraph, omitting the names, and it would be indistinguishable from a short summary of Dracula! Even the way that the main characters find out about the wooden weapon that can kill the monster is similar, as both Jonathan and Cathain go to wiser and older members of their community to learn more.

(Also please mythology blogs don’t come for me I know my retelling was an incredible oversimplification but I’m writing on my iPad and my thumbs are starting to hurt. People have wrote full papers on the similarities between Dracula and Abhartach and there’s so many more people more qualified than me, I’m just an 18 year old trying to make a fun and interesting tumblr post. Again, if anyone wants add anything like extra sources or more information or even to point out my mistakes then I more than welcome the additions)

Another piece of folklore that’s also said to have inspired Dracula is the Dearg Due. Now there’s multiple different versions of the tale, but the version I have heard goes like this:

There’s a noble woman who wants to marry a penniless peasant boy, but her dad disapproves and wants her to marry another man who is much richer. The rich man and the noble woman were eventually married but the woman didn’t love the rich man. In retaliation, the rich man locked the woman in a windowless castle where she starved to death. The woman was buried by the locals who took pity on her, but because she was buried hungry she came back to life and drank the blood of her father and her husband as revenge. The version I heard says that the dearg due now basically wanders ireland drinking the blood of men who have hurt or wronged women (as one should) but there’s other endings to the story.

(Again is anyone has a reliable source they want to share then please feel free to add!)

So this is another Irish piece of folklore that clearly includes some elements that we now associate with vampires. Now people (including Wikipedia) claim that this story was specifically what Stoker based Dracula on, and while I definitely think that Stoker was aware of this story and took inspiration from it, I personally think that the Dearg Due inspired the concept of Dracula’s wives more than Dracula himself.

However the key point still stands: Stoker was likely aware of these legends and even the most staunchly anti-Irish person would have to concede that there’s similarities between all three stories. And very rarely are these similarities discussed in classes about Dracula...which I feel is a real disservice. I don’t think students should have to have an intense knowledge of Irish mythology (my knowledge is spotty at best) nor do I think it should be an exam question...but even a brief acknowledgment of “hey, Stoker was inspired by these stories and you can clearly see similarities between them” would be nice. Moreover, it further solidifies my original argument that Stoker was, at least to some extent, Irish and that his Irishness inherently influenced his work.

Also...the social context of what was going on in Ireland in this period can’t be ignored! Again, while Stoker did spend time in both England and Romania, he spent a lot of his life in Ireland and therefore would have known what was going on in his own country.

Dracula was published in 1897, which is exactly 50 years after the worst year of the Irish Famine/ The Great Hunger/An Gorta Mór. Now I don’t have time to do a whole history of the Great Hunger but the effects of the famine were greatly exacerbated by the horrific mismanagement of Ireland by the British government and the British system of ruling in Ireland. How many people died during the famine isn’t clear, but we do know that the population of Ireland at the time was 8 million and the population today is 6 million...200 years later and we still haven’t recovered. So while we all like to joke about the fact that Stoker wrote about an unfeeling member of the aristocracy literally feeding off others with no remorse and basically ruining their lives...are we really going to pretend that there isn’t social commentary there? Scholars specifically think that Stoker was commenting on the absentee landlords (basically British aristocrats who owned land in Ireland but didn’t live there and as such didn’t care about the well being of their tenants) who would often have tenants forced off the land when they couldn’t pay rent...despite the fact that their tenenants were already starving and had no money because their only source of food and income failed.

(I’m not being shady by the way, I also love to joke about the social implications of Dracula, but I feel like people forget that the jokes have actual points behind them)

There was also a cholera epidemic in Ireland in 1832 which is generally accepted to be one of Stoker’s biggest inspirations. You can read more about the epidemic here if you wish, but I’ll summarise what I feel are the key points. Not only was Stoker’s mother from county Sligo and lived through this cholera epidemic, but Stoker also asked her to write down her memories of the epidemic and used her accounts to aid in his research of the cholera epidemic. Now the fact that he was actively researching this should indicate that it would influence his work, especially considering the situation in county Sligo was incredibly morbid. There’s accounts of the 20 carpenters in Sligo town being unable to make enough coffins to keep up with the amount of people dying, resulting in hundreds of dead bodies just lying on the street. However, the most horrific account from this epidemic was the stories of terrified nurses placing cholera patients into mass graves while they were still alive. Stoker himself literally stated that Dracula was “inspired by the idea of someone being buried before they were fully dead”. So while at first there seems to be very little relation between the novel and a medical epidemic, it quickly becomes clear that Stoker’s fascination with this historical event influenced his writing.

My overall point is that Stoker’s irishness inherently influenced his writing. Writers don’t write in their own little bubble, divorced from the world around them, their views and work are shaped by their position in society and their upbringing (it’s why I dislike death of the author as a literary theory). So when people try to claim that Dracula is a piece of British literature...it indicates either a lack of understanding of the context in which Stoker was writing in or a wilful ignorance founded on colonialist ideas. His influences are so obvious to me as an Irish woman but they rarely get discussed, and even if they are it’s seen as overreaching! To call Dracula British literature and to ignore the inherent Irishness of the novel does a great disservice to Stoker!

Anyways I really hope you enjoyed this discussion my love! Once again I apologise for how long this took to write. Also I’m sorry if this comes off as argumentative or anything, that absolutely wasn’t my intention, I just have a particular style of writing long posts haha.

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