#i guess i'm not answering the question yet again haha

[fairyhaos]

okay i will guess your bias again— (idky I'm not over it)

it's either minghao or seokmin!

anon, i Love the determination to guess my bias haha ^^ hao really is very very sweet and he's so ADORABLE and have you seen his lovely fairy ears :(( makes me cry every time. and seokmin oh my god fun fact i'm actually married to seokmin's voice . the entire wedding reception was really beautiful actually and his voice and i have been happily married for quite a while now

[guiltyasdave]

come morning light

chapter 2 • series masterlist

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: An injured Joel and Ellie stumble into your home in the middle of the night. Against your better judgement, you decide to help them.

word count: ~2.5k

tags/warnings: post outbreak, slow burn, found family, age gap (sorry not sorry), able-bodied reader, angst, reader has a sad sad backstory and ptsd, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut, vague description of an injury

a/n: i'm finally finished with chapter 2, and once again nervous af about it haha. there's not terribly much happening in this one, but i promise we'll get there, it just needs the buildup :)

thank you @catchallfangirl for beta reading <3

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dividers as always by the lovely @saradika-graphics 🤍

You don’t feel like you’ve slept at all, but after hours of tossing and turning in the darkness of your bedroom, you think it’s probably time to get up. 

You’re halfway convinced that last night’s events were a product of your imagination, that your mind has felt so lonely that it conjured up the whole scenario. But when you step out of your bedroom and find the door of your parents’ bedroom only halfway closed, the way you have never left it before saying good night to Ellie earlier, you have to come to terms with the fact that this might actually be your reality. 

Ellie seems to be sound asleep, a lump under the covers, softly breathing, but when you head to the living area and switch on one of the smaller lamps, you’re met with the piercing glare of Joel. He’s still lying on the couch, much like you left him, still pale, still dark shadows under his eyes, but he’s much more awake now, his gaze following your every move. 

“Hey,” you say softly, sinking down on the same armchair that you sat in when you watched him last night while Ellie took a shower. You suppress a shudder at the way he regards you, his eyes flicking up and down your body, taking in your size, you presume, searching for weapons. Your gun is tucked into the waistband at the back of your pants, which you’re sure he’s already aware of. You don’t like the way he makes you feel, like somehow you’re intruding on him. You should have the upper hand, this is your home and he’s injured, you helped him for crying out loud, and here you are, nervously watching his every move. You did the right thing. It’s gonna be fine. 

“Where’s Ellie?” he asks, ignoring your greeting, his voice gruff. 

“Sleeping,” you reply, nodding your head to the bedroom door. “She’s okay, I promise.” 

Some of the tension seems to release from his body and he slumps back down a little, but the distrust in his expression when he looks at you doesn’t waver. Then again, you’re probably not much different. 

“Look,” you sigh, “I’m not playing some kind of game here. You came into my house, I saw that you needed help, so I helped.” You try to infuse your voice with as much confidence as you can. “Don’t make me regret that, okay?” 

He shrugs, a noncommittal grunt the only verbal answer. It could potentially be interpreted as a thanks, you guess. In a less tense situation, you’d probably grow annoyed by now. Shrugging yourself, you get to your feet and head to the kitchen. Anything to escape the way he’s watching your every movement.

“Hey, do you want coffee?” You don’t really want to offer him any, but you’d feel weird drinking it yourself without asking. 

He pipes up at the question, head turning in your direction, his face the most open that you’ve seen it yet. “You have coffee?” 

“Yeah.” That’s why I’m fucking asking. 

“I– yes.” A breath, a second of him not meeting your eyes. “Thanks.” 

You smile, small, fleetingly, busying yourself with the ground beans and the boiling water, reveling in the smell that slowly spreads throughout the room. It reminds you of happier times, when the world was still normal. 

He has pushed himself into a sitting position, breathing heavily, when you walk over to hand him the steaming cup, still careful to keep your distance. 

After you sit back down, the both of you stay silent for a few minutes. You enjoy the bitter taste on your tongue, the way you slowly feel your energy rising. 

“Does it hurt much?” you ask eventually, gesturing towards his stomach. 

Another grunt, the hint of a head shake. 

“So it does.” He opens his mouth, the protest most likely already on his tongue, and you raise an eyebrow. “I have painkillers, are you sure that you–”

“No.” It comes fast, his voice raised, no room for arguments.

You instinctively flinch back at the unexpected louder sound, the cup shaking in your grip. You set it down on the table in front of you. Have your hands free, just in case.

There’s a hint of regret in his eyes, his free hand slightly raised, palm open. He’s trying to calm you down, you realize. 

“Okay,” you breathe, working hard to keep your voice steady, “no painkillers, got it.” 

“Sorry,” he mutters, his face half hidden, words almost lost behind the cup. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“It’s alright,” you tell him as much as yourself. 

You’ve gotten jumpy, not used to loud sounds anymore, raised voices, not used to humans in general, you suppose. You hadn’t fully realized it until now, until there’s other humans around you again.

“Thank you,” he continues unexpectedly, “not just for the coffee, but– you know.” He’s struggling, the words not coming easily, but you think that he’s being earnest. “Patching me up.”

“Of course.” You nod hastily, your heart still beating a little too fast. 

Another moment passes in silence, both of you slowly sipping the coffee. He’s looking around, taking in his surroundings, eyes lingering on the closed wooden doors and the stairs leading up. You try not to get nervous about it. It’s normal that he would want to know more about where he is, after all. 

“This is the basement, right? Is it safe?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe. “No way to get in from outside.” As long as you stay inside, you’re safe.

He hums, appreciatively, you think.

“How long have you been living here?” 

“Always. It’s my parents’ house. I mean–” you laugh, but it comes out hollow, “we lived upstairs, obviously. But my dad was… kinda crazy. Or– not that crazy, I guess, all things considered.” Your lips curl into a wry smile. 

Your mind flashes back to long lectures about survival techniques, learning how to shoot, your father going on and on about first aid, hunting, all the things that you couldn’t have cared less about as a teenage girl, but were ingrained in your brain nonetheless. You’re grateful, now, but it’s laced with guilt about how often you snapped at your father, how often you told him he was paranoid, seeing dangers that weren’t there, that he was wasting your time. You couldn’t have known, the rational part of you argues. But you can never take it back now, the guilt whispers. 

When you look up, Joel’s eyes are on you, eyebrows raised in question. You shake your head, trying to clear it. Stay in the present.

“Sorry, what did you–?” 

Worry is painting his expression. “Are you okay?” 

Don’t show weakness. “Yeah, of course. Just spaced out for a second.” 

You force a smile onto your face and stand up rather abruptly, gathering both cups and putting them into the sink. Joel hasn’t moved, but you feel his eyes on you as you move. 

“Do you, um, do you want to shower, maybe? Or just wash up, I don’t know, how–” You gesture towards the dried bloodstain on his flannel, forcefully keeping your tone light. “I have clean clothes, too, if you want.” 

A shiver runs through you at the thought of going through your dad’s things, of someone else wearing them. He doesn’t need them anymore. He’s not coming back. 

You know that you’ve gone silent for too long again even before you see Joel’s expression. He doesn’t ask this time, but there’s something in his eyes that you can’t place, something that almost looks like understanding. 

“Yeah, I guess cleaning up a bit would be nice. I– thank you. Again” 

His voice is gruff and he avoids your eyes. You think that he doesn’t like it, having to thank you. Owing you. 

Giving him a nod, you head to the bedroom, hoping not to disturb Ellie, but she’s awake already, her eyes glinting in the light that’s falling into the dark room from the living area. You clench your jaw, heading for one of the drawers, trying hard not to think about what you’re doing. It’s not like he ever wore this stuff, it was just sitting down here. It’s fine, you’re fine. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not about you,” Ellie says quietly from beside you, breaking through your racing thoughts. 

You turn towards her, confusion on your face. “What is?”

“Joel,” she shrugs, still keeping her voice low. “He’s like that with everyone. He’s a bit of an asshole, really.” She sounds fond, saying it, like it’s an endearing character trait. 

A surprised laugh escapes you. “I– okay, thanks, I guess.” 

She waves it away, swinging her feet out of the bed. “No, thank you for not murdering me in my sleep.” 

“Yeah, likewise.” You shake your head, still laughing to yourself. It’s so easy to like the girl, to feel like you already know her. 

You hand Joel a pile of clothes, purposefully avoiding to look at them too closely, explain where the towels are and he grumbles his approval before the bathroom door closes behind him. 

You release a breath and close your eyes for a second. You are undeniably warming up to Ellie, finding it almost impossible not to, but her companion is a different story. 

“Hey, do you drink coffee?” you ask in the direction of the bedroom. 

“Ew, no!” comes her reply as she steps out of the door, collecting the wild mess of hair on the top of her head and securing it in a ponytail.

Her offense at the mere suggestion makes you chuckle under your breath as you busy yourself with preparing breakfast in the form of porridge instead. She’s leaning against the doorframe, watching you, her eyes wide as she takes in the cupboards full of supplies. 

You’re glad that you don’t need anything from the storeroom, keeping that door in the corner firmly closed. You want to trust her, want to trust them, but a feeling of unease still lingers at the thought of letting them know just how much you have.

Instead, you voice another question, a thought that fills you with unease as well. 

“Hey,” you begin, keeping your eyes trained on the stove, “I’m sorry, but you and Joel, there– there isn’t anything weird going on, is there?” 

“Like what?” She sounds slightly defensive, but when you steal a glance at her, she’s eyeing you with curiosity. 

“I don’t know, like…” You shrug, stirring the mixture of water and oats, “you want to be here, he’s not forcing you to come with him or anything, right?” 

“No, don’t worry about that,” comes her reply, almost amused. It was a bit of a stupid question, when you think about it, considering how worried she was about him last night, how protective. 

“Okay,” you smile at her. You’re curious nonetheless, how they ended up together and where they’re headed, but it’s probably not really your place to ask. 

You divide the porridge into three bowls and hand her one, while you carry yours and one for Joel back to the living area and set them down on the wooden table. 

Ellie starts shoveling the food down immediately and you’re left wondering once more what happened to them and when they last ate something. 

“So…” Ellie begins, her mouth still half full, “you’re just down here with all this food? Because your dad stored it here, before… things went to shit?” 

You can’t blame her for her curiosity, you’re aware that you’ve probably found yourself in a better living situation than most people. Your thoughts go to the storeroom again, basically stuffed with enough supplies to last you multiple lifetimes, especially now that it’s just… No.

You hum in affirmation, not trusting your voice and you’re thankful that she’s too distracted by her breakfast to notice anything weird about your reaction. 

“So you don’t go out hunting or anything?” comes her next question. You freeze. 

You did go hunting, back when you cared about variance in the meals you prepared, about using fresh ingredients when you could. Until there was no need for that any more. 

You realize that Ellie is saying your name, not for the first time, judging from the look on her face. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, your hands tightening around the bowl. “No, I- I don’t go hunting.”

If she finds the situation weird, she shrugs it off impressively fast. 

She nods to herself, eating quietly for a minute, before she speaks up again. “So what do you… do? Down here all day?” 

“Uh…” What is it that you do all day? Time has been blurring together, days without anything happening repeating on a constant loop. You realize that you don’t remember, can’t talk of any activities that are part of your day. How long has it been like this?

You’re relieved from having to answer by Joel emerging from the bathroom, his face pale and his breaths going heavy. He has put on the sweatpants you gave him, but his torso is bare, the skin around the injury still an angry red. 

He sinks back down into the cushions with a heavy sigh and you quickly get to work, cleaning the wound once more and giving him more antibiotics before you redo the bandages and hope for the best. Your hands don’t shake as badly as they did last night. 

Ellie gets him some water and pushes his bowl of porridge into his hands, urging him to eat, before she turns to you. She’s trying to be strong, to hide her worry, but the pleading look in her eyes when she asks you if he’s gonna be okay tells a different story. 

“Of course,” you say, giving her what you hope to be a reassuring smile. 

Joel does look better after he’s eaten something, but his eyelids are drooping and after a few more minutes, his eyes close and his breath evens out. You do the dishes and check the cameras, calming down a bit more when you’re sure that everything seems to be quiet upstairs. 

When you return to the living area, Ellie is rummaging through her pack, muttering to herself, until she pulls a book out of, proudly turning the cover for you to read it. No pun intended - Volume Too.

She starts reading them to you while you settle back down with a second cup of coffee and you share her laughs, enjoying the way it makes her look lighter, allows her to be a kid who can laugh at stupid jokes. You ignore the sting it causes in your chest because you once knew someone who would have loved this book just as much as Ellie does.

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[saioratral]

PAIRING: various characters of mtp x gn! reader

PROMPT: when was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it? SYNOPSIS: how would they react when you ask them about the last time they loved you and whether they meant it

WARNING: none NOTE: my first time writing like this... i had fun and i hope you guys enjoy reading! also kinda changed my format haha

TEAM MORIARTY:

WILLIAM leans back in his office chair, the papers he was once marking now forgotten. a faint smile curves his lips as his calculating gaze locks onto yours. "the last time?" he repeats, his voice smooth and thoughtful. "and when did i mean it?" he inches his hand closer, fingers grazing yours ever so slightly. "i never take my love for you lightly," he continues, his voice soft yet deliberate. "but to indulge your question, it would be when i first asked for your love. actions speak louder than words, don't they?" his mind drifts to that moment, your shared history, as he answers you

the tea cup reaches the table with a small shake from the owner who was in charge of setting it. LOUIS glances up at you, a flicker of discomfort flashing across his face. for a brief moment, his vulnerable eyes looked for you before he regained his composure.  "i don’t often say it out loud, and i apologize for that," he murmurs, his voice sincere. "but i do love you, and i always mean it. every breath, every thought, every decision i make is because of you and you only. i love you.. alot”

ALBERT chuckles softly, his fingers loosely gripping his wine glass, a playful glint in his eyes. another question, another opportunity to keep you on the edge of his little game. he clears his throat before answering, his voice light and teasing, "last time? i can't recall exactly. but i do love you. i express it through my loyalty to you. would today be a good time to show it, darling?"

now this is a bit tricky, from MORAN'S perspective. his gaze darkens, and he averts his eyes as if looking at you would betray whatever he was hiding in his heart. "when you ask if i meant it... how about you look back at every moment you've been kept safe?" his rough voice cuts out all possible thoughts. he gives a long sigh, clearly done by your random questions

FRED laughs awkwardly, running a hand through his hair as if trying to dismiss the discomfort your question brings. he clearly isn't used to questions like this, but he tries! “i am in a tough spot.. i think when i go out of my way to help you, that is a way for me to express how much i love you, you know. you just have to read between the lines”. he gives you a sheepish grin that 100% kept you up all night with a giddy feeling 

a puzzled look accompanied HERDER'S face (how could you tell? a little game of guess from your side). standing tall, he tilts his head slightly, as if considering how best to respond. “my actions are my affirmation, from me to you”.... and that’s it. you're not getting anything more than that unless you threaten to jump off a window. you could try.. i guess.. 

JAMES meets your gaze with a teasing smile, sensing your growing frustration. he raises a finger to his lips, gesturing that it was a secret, and cue for your frustrated self to give up. he knows the answer very well, he really meant it. why else would he risk everything, time and time again, for you and you alone?

MONEYPENNY, ever composed, gives you a small, warm smile, her expression as if a memory train had hit her. "i'm not the type to speak my feelings directly," she replies, her voice cool yet tender. when you press her for more, she hesitates for just a moment before answering. "perhaps when i put my trust in you... that’s when i truly mean it. my love for you lies in the trust i place in you”

TEAM HOLMES:

SHERLOCK… oh sherlock. 101% he’s either going to be confused as hell or awkward from the sudden question because he thinks he’s in trouble. “i don’t think i’ve ever said it out loud,” he murmurs, brows furrowing as he thinks it over. “but if i did, i most likely meant it”.  there's a brief pause, he looks at you for a while. you are in awe because sherlock??? actually being romantic?? someone frame this moment as fast as possible. “i just prefer to show you my affection through actions. that way, you’ll know that i love you,” he says, defending his way of expressing love 

JOHN, on the other hand, offers you a warm smile, though internally he’s having an entire crisis. he’s taken off guard by the question but quickly pulls himself together before you can notice. “i can’t point to just one single moment, but i assure you, the last time i said it, and every time before that- i meant it. i love you, and i mean it. more than words could ever convey”. he doesn’t shy away to remind you of it after all, if sherlock doesn't barge in and ruin the moment 

MISS HUDSON would smile softly, her voice warm and full of affection. “my dear, i say it every time!” she teases lightly, her eyes twinkling. “every time i bring you your afternoon tea, your dinner, or even do the laundry- it’s all because i love you! the small things i do for you, and you only. i think words are too formal, fake if you call it”, her gentle voice reminds you. she would throw in a wink too, all because she loves you 

ah yes, how can MYCROFT express those hidden feelings without sounding like a broken record or feeling awkward? he forces the words out, determined to let you know, even if they sound a bit unemotional.  “i don’t express myself as freely as you might prefer,” he admits. “it’s not in my nature. but you should know that i care for you". simple thoughtful words that somehow make you fall in love again 

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[itsclydebitches]

Don't mind me, everyone, just gonna slip on my Tedependent conspiracy hat for a bit...

Okay, for real though, can we talk about how Trent's backstory in 3x06 completely re-contextualizes his dinner with Ted in 1x03? Based on my own interpretation, the implied timeline is that Trent was married to a woman, attempted to come out to her and was dismissed (perhaps in large part because they were married: what do you mean you're gay? You can't be. You love me, etc.), either having his daughter forced Trent to become more honest about what he and his family needed, or they had her in an attempt to "fix" the marriage, she gets caught in the crossfire of all this, Trent comes out again, this time his wife believes him, they divorce, are still good friends, and their daughter is happier than ever because she has two loving parents who are now living their best lives.

Given her age - 3 at the start of the series, about 6 now - that means there's a decent possibility that Trent was still married at the beginning of the show.

And that his dinner with Ted is one of the things that pushed him to try coming out again.

As his core Ted is someone who is authentic and that authenticity is what catches Trent's interest. He's dismissive of it at first, literally thinking it's a "fucking joke," only to later end up with the revelation, "You really mean that, don't you?" - that Ted honestly enjoyed spending time with him. AKA, Ted says and does what he means, even when it seems completely unbelievable. How freeing must that be to see? I'm just imagining this interview-turned-dinner through the eyes of a man who is still unhappily married, mostly closeted, and struggling to help his daughter through the stress of that dynamic. Then he meets this sunshine of a coach who is so authentically himself that it initially comes across as an act, an exaggeration, a joke. But Ted never wavers, simply refuses to be anything other than himself. Soon he's doing even more than that, breaking down gender norms by characterizing the masculine, aggressive Roy Kent as the "little girl" from A Wrinkle in Time, burdened with the responsibility of leadership. He turns what should have been the end of a horrific day of shadowing into a dinner date and Trent finds himself answering the hard-hitting questions instead of his interviewee. Ted brushes off his accusation of greed with, "Wait, I'm supposed to be getting paid?" but Trent is completely caught off guard by Ted's "What do you love?"

The textual answer is "writing" and the fun fandom answer is "you," but if this is a Trent who still hasn't fully come out yet that's! A hell! Of a question!!! A closeted, queer individual's mind is going to jump to their biggest secret and, when offered an out, they're going grasp at it, so Trent eagerly agrees with Ted's guess of "writing" the same way Colin eagerly pulls the 'This is a gay bar? Haha, my mistake' card and makes a run for the door. Reading this interaction as Trent not just being gay, but potentially being closeted and unhappily married makes it less about the journalism (this strange coach likes me and thinks I can be a good person despite my invasive career choice) and more about his sexuality. Oh, no big deal, just having an intimate dinner with another good-looking man who's questioning me on love of all things and slowly inspiring me to be the best version of myself, which would require coming out to my wife again. This is a totally normal and not at all life-changing night! I definitely don't need to run away now!!

Via this reading Trent's article feels so loaded. Ted is "out there in the community" either "bravely or stupidly facing the music." That sounds a hell of a lot like a parallel to literally coming out and facing the music of a community's potential rejection, with Ted's American background/inexperience/unique personality acting as a stand-in for sexuality; the reasons he's labeled a "wanker" before anyone actually gets to know him - as the pub trio does while those very words are narrated by Higgins.

And then we have this:

"If the Lasso way is wrong, it's hard to imagine being right.... and though I believe that Ted Lasso will fail here... I can't help but root for him."

There are other elements at play here, like the football's celebration of ego and the threat of the club being relegated, but underneath it really sounds like a still-cynical Trent wanting to see the kind of changed world that those like Ted could bring about, but not really believing that it's possible. Given his history, is he really just talking about football when it comes to "the Lasso way"? I doubt it. Trent is potentially feeling trapped at this point in time, pessimistic to the point where yes, he still thinks that Ted will fail at football and creating a more inclusive, accepting community... but even still, Trent can't help but root for him. Of course he can't. He wants what Ted is offering. He needs it.

But then, of course, Ted succeeds! Not just in doing well by the club, but by the community as a whole. He maintains that inspiration and hope until, potentially, Trent felt like he could do something about his own situation. He found the nerve and strength to try again. So he comes out to his wife, they divorce, their daughter is happy, he goes on a date with a mustached man at the local pub, ditches him to try and 'interview' Ted, blows up his career because he realizes that his job is undermining the very thing he's been rooting for and he can't not give Ted a heads up, begins shadowing Ted as he looks for something "deeper," and then comes out to Colin, gazing wistfully across the water as he imagines being able to kiss a man after a win...

I'm not saying Ted Lasso is going to go there - and I'm DEFINITELY not saying there should be ANY accusations of queer baiting if/when they don't, because we've absolutely built the majority of this ship in fandom spaces - but I AM saying that if Trent's potential intersection of his history with Ted's influence and Ted's desire to shake things up while imagining bisexual triangles actually led to something... it would be a damn well done setup!

[luza-wayne]

an important question.

miya osamu x reader

1.8k words

osamu bby! hope you enjoy this!

the sliding door opened and you quickly turned around and smiled at the person who just went in.

“welcome!” you and your workmates said, everybody's reflex making everyone speak in chorus.

when the customer settled for a seat, you quickly walked to them and pulled out your notebook and pen.

“good afternoon, what would you like to have today?” 

“yes. i’ll have today’s special.” they answered, smiling.

“roger.” you said as you wrote it down. you turned around and looked at the kitchen’s door where the cook patiently waited for orders.

“today’s special for one!” you shouted and he gave you a thumbs up to say he's got it.

as you were about to clean out one of the tables, you heard the door open again.

“welcome!” 

i think we're going to have a busy day today. 

… 

“phew…” you exhaled.

“(y/n),” the owner who also manages the counter calls. “please do the honor.” he joked.

you chuckled as you made your way to the entrance.

you turned the signage around and showed the ‘closed’ side. 

finally, you sighed.

you walked back in after you picked up the board outside. 

“one customer said that there was a graduation ceremony nearby.” your colleague informed everyone.

“so that's why…” you replied.

“let's clean up fast so we can go home already.” the owner ordered and you all headed to your designated cleaning areas and started the work. 

as you were arranging the plates, your workmates called you.

“(y/n), hey.” she said,

you turned around to look at her, but suddenly you're being pushed to the back door.

“eh? why? i'm not done with the plates yet.” you said.

“i’ll do it. i’ll do it. he’s waiting for you. i still owe you a favor for covering for me last time.” she said, giggling while she went back inside.

you knew who she was talking about, so you just thanked her and went to your locker and changed.

you tried your best to be as fast as possible, your feet probably moving faster than shinkansen.

you looked at the clock and noted that he's already waiting for fifteen minutes. fortunately, you're already done packing your things and retouching your makeup. 

you went to say goodbye to your workmates and to the owner.

you opened the backdoor and saw him sitting on the railing wearing earphones and scrolling through his phone, most likely, he's on tiktok.

since he didn't notice you were out already, you walked behind him and covered his eyes with your hands.

“guess who?” you uttered with a slightly different voice.

“damn. hmm… i wonder who… i can't think of anyone… oh my god… who is this?” he replied with the most monotonous voice you've ever heard in your life.

“haha, you're so funny.” you said as you removed your hand off of his eyes.

“why? i played along though?” he asked as he opened to you the plastic bag he was holding. 

“whatever.” you said as you scan for a certain flavor of onigiri in the bag.

he noticed you searching for your usual pick of onigiri.

“ah, shit. sorry, it was sold out today. i told one of my workers to leave some, but he was a newcomer, so he forgot it. pick a different flavor for now. i'll be sure to bring some next time.” he explained as he scuffled through the bunch of onigiri, looking for a certain one.

“here, try this. it's a new flavor. i'm still working on it. if you think it's good enough, then i'll add it to the menu.” he muttered and handed you the food.

“come on, don't say that. you’re pressuring me.” you whined, but still accepted it.

“well, your favorite flavor was also made because you kept inventing and mixing up ingredients, ingredients that are kinda suspicious actually, but who would've thought it'll become a massive hit to the customer.” he muttered as he stood up.

“first of all, i didn't know you put it on the menu and second, that just means that my taste buds are for the masses.” you said and took a bite off of the onigiri. “it's delicious, but it's kinda bland.” you commented.

“of course, i'll put it in. you said you liked it and that i should put it for sale. also, noted. thanks for the review.” he replied. he held you on your waist to silently tell you two to start walking. 

“i was obviously just kidding about putting it for sale! why would you take it seriously?” you told him, looking up at him. all while still continuing to eat. 

he just chuckled at your complaints and then went to grab one onigiri for himself too.

“at least, many people liked it.” he countered. 

“well… of course, i'm glad about that.” you replied.

you squeezed closer to him and rested your head on his side of his chest. he held your body a bit tighter, so that he could guide your body on the way home. 

“anyways, how was your work?” you asked, starting a new topic.

“well, it was quite hectic today.” he started and you hummed as a reply for him to continue his story.

“the newbie i was talking about earlier made a lot of mistakes, but he's getting the hang of it.” he added.

when there is a crossroad, the traffic light is still red. he stopped and looked at the remaining time. there's still a lot left.

you automatically stopped walking too when he did, but didn't bother to look at the lights. you know he'll tell you when it's green already.

while waiting he rested his chin on your head, before planting kisses on your hair. he likes smelling your hair. even after work hours, he said it still smells good and would smell it regardless.

“let's go.” he softly informs you when the lights say go.

responding to his voice, your body just moved on its own and followed the guidance of his hold on your waist.

“how about yours? did your work go well?” he queried next.

“it was so busy today.” you immediately replied, your voice unintentionally made a whining sound, not that you mind him hearing it. “there was a graduation ceremony near our work and a lot of families were celebrating there.” you complained as you wrapped your hands around his body and buried your face on his shirt.

the smell of his perfume is still present. the fragrance that you like the most.

he straight away comforted you by rubbing your back up and down.

“good work.” he chuckled.

you looked up at him, glaring.

“what? why did you laugh?” you asked.

“you're so cute.” he said, without missing a beat.

you immediately hide your face by burying your face once again on his shirt as soon as you feel your face heating up. 

“stop it, idiot.” you said.

“yeah, yeah.” he replied while ruffling your hair.

as you turned a corner, osamu remembered one thing they were talking about earlier. 

“that's right. are you free this weekend?” he asked.

you glanced up at him and tilted your head.

“why?” you told him.

“we're having a vacation with the whole family. wanna come with me?” he nonchalantly asked.

you let go of him and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“are you serious?” you questioned him.

“that was a genuine question.” he answered.

with his family?!

“i-i'll give it a thought.” you replied.

“you don't have to come if you don't want to.” he reminded you as he pulled you closer again and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“i'll understand, don't worry. 'tsumu's also there so i definitely understand.” he snickered.

“it's not about atsumu! i actually get along with him pretty well. ah— that's right, i saw him the other day. he treated me to a drink, haha.” you said, thinking back about that day.

“what?” he halted and of course, because he was holding you close, you stopped too.

“why didn't you tell me about that?” he asked with a serious voice.

you were not an idiot. of course, you know why he's acting like that.

you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“don't worry. he didn't do anything funny. he was quite respectful to be honest. he knows his boundaries.” you smiled at him to calm him down.

he was unsure at first, but he did calm down from his obvious intent to land a punch on his very lovely twin. all thanks to you, though.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust atsumu, it’s just with the current situation, he might blurt out something unnecessary.

“here's my house. thanks for walking me home.” you said as you stood in front of him and tip toed.

“you're welcome, madame.” he replied to you.

noticing that you were tip toeing, he smiled and leaned down.

“thank you.” you said as you kissed his cheek. you smiled at him and he didn't even try to hide his blushing face.

“hey,” he hesitated for a moment.

“hm?” you hummed.

“i just wanna ask… are we—” he looked at you.

he sighed and shook his head sideways.

“nothing. good night.” he uttered, smiling. 

“be careful on your way home, okay? bye-bye.” you said as you turned around and walked inside.

“i will.” he smiled watching you go inside your house.

as soon as he made sure you got inside safely, he started walking towards his house. since he's alone now, he can now walk faster.

when he arrived home, he saw atsumu arriving too.

“why are ya' here?” he asked.

“what? can't i visit my twin's place?” he answered, already sounding offended by his twin's question.

osamu just rolled his eyes and opened the front door.

“did ya' just arrive home too? ya’ sure are late.” atsumu said, looking at his wristwatch. “ah. ya' walk (y/n) home, didn't ya'?” he guessed— right.

“hm… being so clingy with each other and even kissing, on the cheeks, picking her up from her work and even walking her home. are ya' sure ya' two ain't in a relationship?” atsumu smirked.

osamu looked back at him and glared.

“shutting yer' mouth will get ya' dinner, just so ya' know.” he threatened.

atsumu knows it better than anyone else. he really won't give him his home-cooked dinner if he won't shut up. 

osamu walked to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. 

“stupid 'tsumu. i also wanted to ask her that.” 

meanwhile, you turned the lever of the shower and closed your eyes.

i thought he was gonna ask me about our current relationship earlier. you thought as the water hit your skin.

i chickened out earlier. osamu thought as he turned on the stove.

both sighed in defeat.

next time, i’m really going to ask it! they both said for a million times, only to not bring it up tomorrow.

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[celestie0]

hi ellie <3

so this question has been bothering me for a while now since i read your ihm hcs a while ago.

you said in the start reader and gojo were civil with each other until he bought her a plushie back from one of his foreign trips and he watched her throw it away the next day and then he never got her anything again.

well why did she do that 😭 bc i desperately want gojo to get her gifts and souvenirs and spoil her that would be so cute 🥹 but i cant even blame gojo for never getting her anything again id hate it if someone threw away something i got them.

but anyways was there a specific reason why she just tossed it in the trash? also was there any other reason they grew apart or started bickering and fighting other than plushies and lawns and boats?

hope you dont mind answering these. have a nice day ☺️

hi my dear! yeah tbh idk really why she threw it away LOL even though i'm the one that came up w that headcanon...maybe it was around the time he started parking his boat in front of her house and it started to royally piss her off or sumn n so she swore she wouldn't be jovial with him anymore haha. i can also see it being some kind of misunderstanding? maybe she forgot that was something gojo got her and she was doing some spring cleaning and accidentally tossed it. either way i guess gojo saw it and took it as a hint to kinda leave her alone about stuff like that. i don't think he was super in his feelings about it but was probably like "oh? she doesn't like souvenirs i guess"

yea it would be cute if he got her stuff! there will probs be stuff like that down the line. obviously i don't think their dynamic is at that point yet haha

and no! i don't think there was any other reason they grew apart other than the bickering! on a fundamental level, i think they both actually have very similar values and outlooks/desires out of life :0 and yeah we'll see that more down the line too -- despite their annoyances, they're actually pretty compatible.

but isn't life a bit more fun if you have a hot neighbor who you argue w all the time lol? xd

hope this answers!

[soobiri]

Our princess

ENHYPEN Xfem!idol!reader

Summary° you, the perfect Y/N from the popular Korean pop group, ENHYPEN, is asked to describe your ideal type on an interview... what will happen??

Warnings:Reader is implied to be shorter than all members, reader is younger than Hyung line,petnames will be used, not proof read.lmk if I missed anything!!!

Genre:fluffy fluff, 8th member of enha,one-shot( my attention span is to small I'm sorry)

(💌): SHURRUP YALL... MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING SO IM STRUGGLING TO WRITE ATM( even though nobody interacts with my blog🙂🤚) SO PLZZ SEND REQUESTS

"Okay, Y/N, since your new to enhypen we want to ask you a few questions, while your members are still around." The interviewer spoke in such a calm tone, yet still excited to hear your answer. You never actually did a proper interview before, and especially not infront of the guys either, so you weren't as prepared as you would have hoped to be.

"so what was your first thought when you saw the boys and found out you would be apart of the group?" The interviewer asked with a wide smile, you wished you could just Slap the smile off his face, cuz at this moment you were NOT smiling inside. "Oh- uh well i-" you looked back at Jake as if the answer would some how be on his face, he nodded his head forward,as if to tell you to proceed further with what you were doing. " i was nervous before hand I suppose but after a while I guess I got to know them really well" you were soooo proud of yourself (I am too) for answering the question, even though it was t that big of a thing.the interviewer smiled at you and showed a thumbs up, signalling that you were doing great. "Next question?" He raises his eyebrow, you nodded, as a clear sign that you were prepared (bitch we know you weren't) "many fans, and even myself also actually wonder-"he let out a little chuckle, you were starting to get nervous. " What is Y/L/N Y/N's ideal type!" Shit, you didn't know what you were gonna say, you were officially on the verge of a panic attack. "O-oh Uhm- Do I have to-" just as you were about to finish your question he cuts you off. "Oh not just yet, come stand here in front for us,put you on the spot haha," that chuckle, that stupid chuckle. As you hesitantly stood up you looked back at jungwon "I don't wanna do this" "you have to" you guys were practically whisper fighting. "But-" "Uhm, Y/N, we're waiting on you" you rolled your eyes at jungwon and slowly stepped towards the front. He asked the question again "what do youu think your ideal type is?" You thought... For about 1 sevond before blabbing out "well anyone who's taller than me-" you stopped yourself, knowing you had said enough.

Riki clears his throat loudly, purposefully even. He stands up and walks up behind you."I'm taller Do I count?" He says with the most cheesy grin ever while towering over you with his large structure, you were stuck in one place only able to let out a "oh,ha,yeah-" before you felt your older member stand on your other side, "and what about me then? Pretty big difference if Ya ask me, huh Y/N?" Jake found it an appropriate time to chime in, not knowing he had started a new cycle and trend, soon all of the members were huddled around you, all with the same intentions, That's when heeseung decided to stand up from his seating arrangement, he issued Jake to go away, almost has if he was a fly, as Jake and the other boys moved back, heeseung swooped his arm around your waist, "now I think I'm the princess's ideal type".

[makerofmadness]

ok so what the hell is the legal drinking age in earthbread man like. So I was thinking I would finally have to take the L on the "how fudging old is Alchemist Cookie" thing because Witch's Castle has that side story where she botches an experiment and it basically causes her to act like her brother. Including the alcoholism. (Tbh it is like my favorite special story in the game like part of that is 'cus of favorite character bias but also it ends really sweetly like WC is just really good for grape siblings fans in general they get a lot of content-). So I was like "okay then she has to be at least 19 if we assume the drinking age would line up with the real world/country the game is from. I can take an L I thought she was younger than that but I was wrong" BUT THEN FOR GINGERBRAVE'S BIRTHDAY WE GET THIS:

WIZARD IS A CONFIRMED CHILD THO????

Basically this is like really ancient shxt but like there was something called I think the Junior Cookie Challenge once where basically 9 kid characters gave you missions and WIZARD WAS ONE OF THEM

This is the picture I could find but like. Yeah Wizard's definitely a kid then. (I think this event happened before certain characters were even a thing including Alchemist when I checked the dates so like I have no idea if the characters were like limited for a reason or if this was all the kid characters in the game at the time but regardless I'm. Fubkign. Top 10 questions science can't answer Number 1: how fubkign old is Alchemist Cookie- like I'm guessing she just wasn't designed with a particular age in mind let's be real here-)

but like.

If Wizard can drink then like what is the legal drinking age on Earthbread man like-??????????

EDIT: I looked at the dates wrong/was thinking of when Alchemist existed in Ovenbreak I think and not in LINE (Alchemist was released like years before this event I think)... but then I ran into SOMETHING ELSE that throws a wrench in the works and by that I mean:

so DEVIL COOKIE ALSO existed before this event and yet was excluded but they're like. Really obviously a kid ESPECIALLY as of Witch's Castle (fudging. Three words: Crayon Doodle Set [literally their room decor includes a set of fudging crayola or some shxt like. I think it's obvious what impression we're supposed to get of them like obviously I don't think crayons should be locked off to only kids but like traditionally they're kinda thought of like a kids thing and Devil isn't like. Artistic-themed so to inexplicably have them... you can tell what's being communicated y'know?-) (and like I think Devil being the same age as Angel kinda. Is obvious-).

So the Junior challenge thing pretty much confirms nothing as to which characters AREN'T kids. Just which characters ARE kids. Frickin' almost had it and then lost it again-

Edit again: I also discovered that. Cream Puff existed during the time the Junior Cookie Challenge ran. And yet she wasn't in that. But now they're running kinda a sequel to that in Kakao Cookie Run and she's in THAT. So basically yeah it was never exhaustive 100% frickin' I'm going insane I'm having like two people debating with me (peacefully thankfully) over if Wizard's not actually drinking something alcoholic but like what is he drinking we don't know it could be anything but like he has a wine glass they could've given him a normal glass but they gave the kid a wine glass and we all have to suffer the consequences they didn't even put like a bowl of fruit punch on the table or anything just to say "haha he's just drinking this don't worry he's just a silly little guy :3" no they left the door wide open for us to at least ASSUME if it's not CONFIRMED by this that he's fudging destroying his nonexistent liver at the ripe old age of Child idk it's 2:22am as of me writing this

Too many edits: I need like a dedicated guide on what juice is and isn't meant to be alcohol in this universe because apparently the wizard art is like a reused asset from something about Hollyberry so like. But I know at least half the juice there is treated like alcoholic shxt too looking at some of the dialogue or like I'm mainly thinking of like wildberry's dialogue I think so. frickin'

another thing I realize is that. Alchemist drinking was because her personality got altered she wasn't like In Public. And... look I love Vampire but he isn't like the most responsible guy let's be real and like. Frickin' even can I just get like whether or not she has a diploma or anything please just anything like... ok I know that old as hell personality quiz calls her a "picky model student" so she's probably still in school but like where in school is she is she in high school of college or like. I would've placed her around cream puff's age before all of this but I don't know anymore y'know can someone help me?????- (she probably just wasn't designed with one in mind I'm doing all of this for nothing this is the definition of insanity frickin'-)

FINAL EDIT HOPEFULLY: ok I finally have an answer just like after talking to my bigger cr nerd friend uh. Basically the I Want You Every Day music video gives us definite footage of children drinking:

Screenshots courtesy of @void-the-bear (said friend)

Gingerbrave and Cream Puff are drinking the exact same drinks as the adults and these drinks literally look the same as what Sparkling holds in his goddamn sprites

Like you can see the bubbles in some shots it's the same drink it's frickin' champagne-but-we-can't-call-it-that-because-it's-a-kid's-game

But like there is an official short of Sparkling like. Not being able to serve Custard III I think because he's too young???? So uh.

basically the drinking age in Earthbread is "younger than Gingerbrave but older than Custard III" thank you for coming to my TED Talk (fudging. Finally have an answer though at least I think please tell me they didn't try to call this lemonade or something somewhere not the lemonade anything but the lemonade don't make me have a headache again PLEASE-)

[keikoyume]

Hi! Your art is literally one of the most interesting and heart-warming things, seriously. Thank you❤️.

I have two interesting questions. Regarding your interpretation of Dune, does the baron guess in your version that he has a child? Considering that he had one affair with a woman according to the canon in his entire life, and it was Gaius-Helen, with whom they also later skipped over working moments ...

and the second... Are you shipping Saltbaker and the Baroness?

HIIII!!! THANKS A LOT OMG💙💙

To answer your questions:

DUNE:

I don't think so since in the canon (first book) the Baron is never aware who Jessica is + and I haven't finished House Harkonnen yet for knowing if the story gives hints to the Baron.

But in any case, I won't try to bring up the veryyyyyy icky things linked to mister Valdimir in my fanarts because that's just very terrible and no one wants to see that (・_・)

I'm aware that being the most horrible person is the point of his character but I'm just genuinely not here for this aspect. I'm for his dumb exchanges with his Mentat and his nephews, haha!

CUPHEAD:

Not at all >>>:D

This drawing with the two was a concept idea for a Cuphead Show episode bringing back Sugarland.

Basically it was an aftermath of Cuphead beating Saltbaker. The guy fled after his last defeat and ended up in Sugarland with the Baroness.

He managed to win her favour by flirting: and it worked! ...Only for eating overthrowing her by the end of the episode and becoming the new baron of Sugarland (the Sugarbaker)... Which traps him in the place while Cuphead and Mugman success to escape again.

I was supposed to make a comic of that but I got lazy...

[minas-linkverse]

how old is hero, physically? they look young, a similar age to the rest of the cast- but why? does she have a say in how old he looks? if so, why did she pick this age? or, if he has no say in it, why do they look that age?

hero is everyone, right? because they're the hero's spirit? i know most of the cast is pretty young right now, but i assume they'll all grow up later, and personally if i was an adult and then my ghost/spirit was a child i would be pretty unhappy with that

Oooh what a facinating question... 😮

He's a young adult, I'd say 25 maybe? Like the kind of age a kid would think is old but when u reach that age it feels like youre a fraud and not a "real" adult

The meta reasons for why are:

- I wanted him to be recognisable as Link, and most of us imagine even adult Links on the younger side of adulthood due to the games.

- Hero's role in the story is inspired largely by some events in my own life. I'm only 22 when writing this so its pretty easy to guess I wasn't very old when those things occured haha.

- It's very important to me that Hylia and Hero's dynamic is read in a very specific way! The things I want to say are very much tied to the idea of a maternal figure and someone who isn't quite independent yet. Again, this is because of me writing from experience.

Of course an older Hero could work, youre never too old to have troubles with your mom. Just that it works better for my intentions this way.

TLDR; She looks like that cause it works the best (in my opinion) for telling a very personal storyline.

But

That doesn't answer the question in universe at all. AND I'll admit I hadn't put much thought into that until your ask! So thank you!

However... The answer for now at least is uh... I dont know why hero in-universe appears like that. It may even be better left open for people to make their own conclusions.

Still I dont like leaving people empty-handed and this post could still be longer lol✌

Here's some plausible ideas, pick ur fav:

- She doesn't choose to appear younger but that is how the goddesses see him so it just happens

- He CAN control how they look and doesn't feel ready to exist as an older adult yet.

- She's aging alongside Hylia who's older than her.

- Maybe he feels stuck in a specific moment or moments due to bad experiences

- He hasnt considered it either and if u asked she'd have an extential crisis cause they dont know eitheer....

TLDR part 2: I dont know why he look like that actually.

[abadbutsadcollective]

Questioning: Future Life? Kintype? Hearttype? Or Something Else?

Ok, weird new experience for me time. Hoping to get some feedback but also get my experience out there. No one in my system has ever felt this before, so I'm doing what we always do and writing about it. Gonna put this under a cut because it's long, but feel free as ever to read and give input.

Point is: do you ever feel like a character would have you as their kintype?

This character, Hawks from MHA for your information, is very very similar to me. Bird guy with red feathers, his backstory if you twist it lines up eerily well with Hunters (from The Owl House, the guy I'm a fictive of), his general outlook in a lot of ways matches up with me. But I'm not him.

Honestly it's like looking into a funhouse mirror. The reflection is similar to you, but definitely to the left, and if you saw that thing walking down the street you wouldn't call it you. Just something that looks like you. Something that was you, but got changed somehow, even if it still holds the pieces of what you were.

This would be all fine and good, no problems--he's just not something I identify as even though he's similar, right? Simple, problem solved! But the actual problem is... I feel closely intertwined with him to the point where I feel like he should have a me kintype. Instead of a sense of "I have experience of being this man and see myself as him", I feel like he would have experience being me, and that if anything he'd literally have me as a kintype.

Obviously this guy is a fictional character and can't have kintypes unless the source creators wrote it in there. So this isn't even about the source material itself, this is... A distinct feeling. Different to "haha he's like me, he'd probably have me as a kintype" too--it's deeper. It's not a joke or a fandom thing.

I've seen people talk about future lives around--rarely, but I've seen it. Never in-depth aside from "a life you believe you'll have in the future", so we never really learned about what it's like to have an identity that stems from that. I feel like maybe this could be related? It seems to fit the feelings well enough, I'm just not sure how that would work in a logical way. Not that it needs to be flawless in its logic--but I do prefer to have a satisfying explanation for things that concern me.

Hell, is it a parallel life maybe? We've seen more on those. It'd be confusing if Hawks-me in whatever other timeline had a me kintype and I didn't have him as one--though I guess it could work regardless? Maybe? Haven't got anything else pointing toward that explanation yet though--once again it's something I'm not entirely familiar with.

Could it be a hearttype? Never heard them described in this way, though. We've seen "this is like family to me"--not what I experience. I don't know him. We've seen "I should be this"--also not true. I should be me because that's who I am right now, I don't think I "should have" been Hawks. It just doesn't seem to fit, though in a pinch I guess I could describe it as one for a quick explanation?

In the end I could always go with vaguetype and call it a day. But I still don't think that's direct enough of a term--it's not vague, it's a distinct feeling that doesn't have a name. It's unclear on what this is, sure, but only because it doesn't have a name or explanation.

Not that I really need to put a name to it, but this isn't something we've heard of before. I'd like answers, or at least to put this out and maybe have some form of solidarity with someone over it--whether that be now, or a year or two in the future when someone else finds this and goes "wow, just like me!".

I'll keep thinking on it, I just needed to get this all down somewhere.

[esoteric-joke]

Interview with Darling28

(#Interview1)

Welcome to the first interview of The Dear Writer Project and a massive thank you to the wonderful Darling28 for being so supportive of this whole idea since the beginning!

Darling28 about her writing process, her inspirations, her experiences with writers block and her future plans on writing:

What does your writing process usually look like and is it always kind of the same for every story you’ve written?

Oh interesting question. It's usually the case that ideas come from the simplest things and suddenly a complete plot is in my head within minutes or sometimes even seconds. At least the rough outline. Apart from that, my characters often like to take the plot for themselves and I just watch in amazement at what they let me write. I often suffer as much as the reader when I write because I let it flow out of me and often don't know what to expect. Most of the time, though, I have a specific scene in mind in the beginning, often for the middle of the story, and I can hardly wait until I finally get to the point where I can write it. The end of a story quite often involves a marriage proposal, I realise, even if I don't always intend to, but Louis and Harry in my stories are very stubborn about it.

But other than that, my writing process is pretty simple: get excited about a new idea, start writing immediately, often at a speed that makes my betas despair and end up questioning the whole story until I reread it myself and suddenly love it.

Do you have any sort of structured writing plan before you start writing or do you just write what comes to mind?

I'm absolutely far from structured. I have the problem that my best ideas about what to write next come to me when I'm driving and I have to memorise whole conversations or scenes for the rest of the journey. As soon as I've parked, I write it down as a note. But there's really nothing more than these few notes, no mood board or major characterisations, I just let myself go with the flow. I also think that would take some of the fun out of it for me personally, I love getting to know my characters over the course of the story and I don't want to plan everything in detail beforehand.

You said before that you write a lot, especially after you’ve got a new idea in mind. How much time do you invest in writing in your day to day life?

I actually write every day and usually around 3-4k. I think it takes about 3 hours of my time, but that's really just a rough estimate. I usually write already in the morning at breakfast before I have to go to work and then spread the rest over the afternoon and evening.

Our Souls Intertwined is your longest work at the moment. Was it also the one you wrote the longest on?

Our Souls Intertwined… I wrote this story together with freakingmeout and we took turns writing chapters, each of us wrote one character. Despite the length, I don't think we really needed much time to finish it because the other author is just as fast as I am at writing and often each of us had finished a chapter within a day. It was perhaps a little worrying in hindsight haha.

If it wasn’t Our Souls Intertwined, what work of yours did take you the longest?

Oh wow I think you've got me now and I can't give you an answer off the top of my head.

I'm guessing it might be Calm after the storm because that's my longest story that I wrote on my own. So it makes sense that it probably took me the longest to write.

But when I think about it, it could also be the current one I'm writing that hasn't been published yet. My last few weeks haven't been easy for personal reasons and I haven't had time to write and everything has stalled. I just started writing again a few days ago and am catching up.

She also told me that she sometimes drives her betas crazy with the amount and pace that she writes. On some Sundays she writes all day and sometimes feels a bit empty inside afterwards, she admitted.

What work of yours did come together the fastest?

I would say Men are shit. This story practically wrote itself and I could just let my thoughts, which I put into the story as Louis’, run free and didn't have to think about them any further. It was a great experience and I love this Louis so much!

Do you finish writing the story completely before you start publishing or do you start publishing whenever you finished a chapter?

For my first stories, I posted while I was writing. So I finished a chapter, had it proofread and then published it.

However, my only beta at the time had of course her own life and sometimes couldn't keep up with the speed at which I wanted to update again.

So at some point I started to finish writing and only then published it.

What worked better for you, personally?

Both definitely have their pros and cons. But I really liked publishing in the writing process. You get immediate feedback on what you've written, sometimes even ideas for the rest of the plot from readers' comments.

However, it would have stressed me out a lot, like in my situation the last few weeks where I couldn't write anything and had to make the reader wait for updates.

What inspires you in your day to day life the most?

The story often comes to me really quite by chance, mostly inspired by songs, not so much by the lyrics but by the feelings they convey, what lies between the lines.

Did you ever have a writers block and what helped you out of it / What do you do if you feel unmotivated?

Yes, I've had a writers block for the last few months and I've missed writing so much. But there's no point forcing yourself and for me it was best to wait until it felt right again. Before that, I didn't have anything like that as far as I can remember. Sometimes I just didn't know what to write next and got a bit stuck, but my advice here is: just start writing. Don't think, just do it.

And if I'm just unmotivated then I leave it for the day because I know it'll be definitely easier the next one.

What do you find most stressful/annoying/repetitive in the process of writing a story?

For me it's the hardest thing to end the story because then I'm usually so connected to the characters that it feels like saying goodbye to a dear friend every time and I'm actually really sad.

Oh and one thing that really frustrates me is that my Louis and Harry very often crash the chapter with sex. I love writing smut but sometimes they overdo it (okay it amuses me a bit too).

Darling28 also told me, that one of her favourite phases in writing a story is the getting-to-know-each-other phase. She said that she loves it because that’s when she feels like the characters come to life and the tension between them grows.

Can you tell me something about any future projects you’re working on?

I'm happy to tell you about future projects!

In addition to my many ideas for stories that I haven't started yet, I'm currently writing four open ones. Two with other authors and two of my very own. I hope that I will soon be able to present the readers with something new from me, because for me it is always the best thing to finally be able to share my work with the fandom.

For the next part of the interview, I asked Darling28 more specific questions about her works.

What work of yours is your personal favourite?

It's really difficult to name THE one. But I'll go with the three that come to my mind first, okay?

Calm after the storm, because I love their love in this story and I felt for both of them while writing it. It still touches me today.

Men are shit, because Louis is just chaos but so sweet at the same time. I loved describing his ADHD brain, letting his mind run wild. I wanted to give neurospicy people a story in which they can find themselves and feel understood.

True Colours, because I wrote this story for my friend and beta who wanted me to make Harry really suffer as it's usually Louis in my stories who has to go through everything horrible. I love the development of the two of them in this story. They heal together and I don't think there's anything better.

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who isn’t familiar with your works and why?

I think that would be Paparazzi. That's the most popular one of mine and it contains a bit of everything but it's not as extremely angsty as others that I wrote. A bit of enemies to lovers, gay awakening, smut, fluff - what more could you want?

A lot of your works are based around complicated and complex topics like having a bad relationship with your parents, mental health issues and homelessness and everything that comes along with it. Why do you specifically choose to write about those topics?

I love the drama and the big emotions.

But also because none of our lives are perfect. Everyone has their own struggles and their own traumas and I love picking up on that. It especially touches me when readers find themselves in it, feel understood and heard. I think for some it's some kind of validation. It's wonderful to turn something very sad into something very good. As much as I love the drama, I also love the happy ending.

And of course it's also free therapy in a way. There's always a part of me in most stories.

The Magic Within You is your only story, that doesn’t really have any of those topics (besides of Louis’ tendencies to panic quickly). Why did you want to write something so different to your usual writing style?

The Magic Within You is a pure, cheesy Christmas story that was set up like an advent calendar when I posted it, but I think it can be read very well throughout the year.

I always find Christmas a difficult time of the year myself. Lots of people come together and I'm often overwhelmed. I especially wanted to give people who might feel the same way a cute story, offer some distraction and sweeten the day. I hope I succeeded.

By the way, I love how you mentioned the panicky side of Louis. So adorable.

Is something like an advent calendar planned for this christmas season too or was it a one-time thing for you?

No, I haven't planned another one, but never say never. Maybe I'll suddenly get an idea in October and start writing like crazy.

Actually, a sequel to The Magic Within You was planned for this summer but unfortunately I couldn't do that for personal reasons that I had already mentioned. But I definitely want to publish the sequel next year!

You wrote Our Souls Intertwined and Bring me to life with freakingmeout. How did that go?

Oh it's a totally interesting experience because here too we only had the rough plot, but because everyone wrote their character in alternating chapters it was always exciting for the other to see what would happen in the chapter of the other. Sometimes I sat there shocked or totally amused and had to think about how I was going to live through certain situations with my character. It's definitely anything but boring and you experience it as an author as well as a reader.

When I asked her if it feels like a roleplay kind of thing she actually confirmed that it does sometimes feel like exactly that.

Paparazzi is your most popular work. Why do you think this one in particular got the most attention?

I have absolutely no idea why Paprazzi is the most popular one. I often ask myself that but maybe it's really because it's not such a heavy one? But instead of looking for answers, I prefer to be happy that so many people like it.

Is there a work of yours that you’d like to get the attention that Paparazzi got or just more attention in general?

Oh yes, definitely. In my personal opinion, Holding On To Heartache has far too little attention. I know where it comes from, or rather I suspect that the tag 'suicide attempt' puts a lot of people off, but I still think it's worth reading. You can always expect a happy ending with my stories.

Is there a work of yours that you wouldn’t publish again in hindsight?

I must confess that I have already deleted my very first story. And I know that my betas and friends will kill me if they read this now. Because they kept stopping me every time I had a crisis about this story but I did it nontheless one day. I guess my secret is out now... oops. If you read this, please don't be mad!

But I'm actually thinking about revising it and publishing it again at some point.

Are there any characters in one of your stories that are inspired by people or animals you know in real life?

Yes... Bree in 'Paparazzi' is my friend and beta. But I don't think I realised until the later chapters that I was using her as a role model for this absolutely wonderful character.

For the last part of the interview, I asked Darling28 some personal questions that are more about the fandom and less about her experiences with writing.

Since when are you in the fandom and what made you become a part of it?

I am a Lockdown-Larrie haha. I was watching Tik Tok videos out of sheer boredom like probably so many others and suddenly a video with two guys popped up. It's this one where Harry is sitting on the armchair, Louis is sitting on the armrest while Harry is looking up at Louis, absolutely enamoured. I was just sitting there and I remember thinking: who the hell are these two guys that are so in love?

I read through the comments and searched the web for more informations. After that, my days were filled with watching all the YouTube videos and then making a Twitter account. I was absolutely down the rabbit hole and I don't regret it one day. At first I was in the lane of LHH (I mean, come on, just look at him) but then I listened to Louis music and he got my number 1 and never lost rank again. Also, the song Just hold on saved me, the lockdown was not a good time for my mental health.

Your favourite Louis and Harry Era?

LHH forever. If I had enough money I would bribe him to let them grow long again. Although I'd have to meet him first. My plan isn't finalised yet as you can see but yeah... I think you know now how serious I am, haha.

And Louis... Hedgehog and FITF. I just love when his hair is fluffy.

Your favourite movie H starred in?

My Policeman. Damn, I was broken after watching it but it's so good.

Who’s your favourite writer in the fandom at the moment?

One of my favourite authors is BoosBabycakes. I especially love their a/b/o stories!

And your all-time favourite fic in the fandom?

Oh, that's really difficult. There are too many good ones and I really need to think about it for a moment. But I would like to name a story that is not one of the fandom's always recommended ones.

Okay... I go with this one, it's definitely one of my favourite a/b/o stories, the nesting is so sweetly described and I think I really need to read it again:

You've Got A Higher Power, You're Once In Any Lifetime by BoosBabycakes

What makes you want to stop reading something?

If the story is written in first person or the plot doesn't make sense to me and I question too much in the story. Some stories are also too artificially drawn out for me. I don't like slooooooow burn. My attention span doesn't last that long.

Your favourite song at the moment?

Call me by Neeve, it's a small german indie band but I like them a lot.

Of course nothing beats Louis music, I hope I don't have to mention that, do I?

Do you have a favourite movie or a favourite series at the moment?

No, neither of them. I haven't watched anything for ages. I prefer to spend my free time writing.

What was the most unusual thing that inspired you at some point?

Erm I hope this doesn't come across as weird but Louis' bum and waist. For some of my a/b/o stories and ideas that I still want to write.

What is your favourite season?

Spring, when everything turns green again and starts to blossom.

She also told me, that she has hay fever and that sometimes it’s unbearable for her until autumn but she still loves spring the most, especially after the darker months.

Who would you like to read an interview from?

I don't have a specific author in mind but I'd like it to be someone with a smaller fanbase to draw more attention to them.

I wanted to make it a little tradition for every interview, that every writer gives every of their works a colour and a season. It’s just a fun little thing for the end of the interview I thought would be interesting. Thankfully, Darling28 thought it was a great idea too, so here are the results:

Captured Ink, Hidden Hearts - pink and black, spring.

Bring me to life - darkblue, autumn.

Our Souls Intertwined - dark red, late summer.

True Colours - rainbow, obviously, autumn.

Men are shit - pink and green, summer

The Magic Within You - ice blue and white, winter (on a sunny day)

Tainted Love - brown, winter

Calm after the Storm - purple, early spring

Tank tops and a phone call - red, summer (a very hot day)

Letters - dark green, last summer days

I'm with you - white and grey, autumn

Paparazzi - yellow, summer

Holding On To Heartache - black with golden sprinkles, winter

Paradise is in your own mind (Sequel HOTH) - dark pink, spring

You Sunshine, You Temptress - green, summer

Careless Whisper - dark blue, winter

A huge thank you again to Darling28. Thanks for understanding my vision and being so open and kind. I appreciate it so much.

[wary-taru]

Well,you gave me a free pass and we all know what your specialty is;

Please tell me about Master Cyclonis 🙏

The level of glee and happiness and serotonin and dopamine I received is unfathomable, I'm like a nerd finally getting to answer the question they always wanted others to ask about lol

Cyclonis is obviously a dear character to me, I don't perceive her the same way the majority of her fanbase does, I see a girl with ridiculous amounts of potential and greatness yes, but also an incredibly smart and lonely kid that was born to inherent a position of power a young age.

I believe that her lineage is of bloodline of witches that ruled cyclonia through the ages all the way back to ancient mages and the old forgotten Atmos, directly connected to the manipulation of crystal energy and sorcery, all of them were, Cyclonis in particular has an affinity for lightning or raw unrestrained energy in general.

Her sensitivity to crystal magic is incredible, we see her connect with any crystal like a breeze, a second nature

I won't lie that I'm fascinated by the possibilities of her prowess! They're endless! I also want to know what her weaknesses are, what hurts her deeply emotionally and what's her disadvantage in fights?

I have a few hunches for one, she's not a physical fighter that much is obvious and I'm guessing that living up to become a great mage is something she's always hoping to maintain that title of Master for, something that Piper challenges her on.

Transforming crystals into different types in a flash without effort she's a true Master!

Her motivations aren't exactly clear, she wants to follow the same path her grandmother seemed to want to achieve, that is Cyclonia being the sole ruler of the Atmos, she actually got to have that even if it didn't last. Makes me wonder what her new goal would be, to try again? a new goal entirely? who knows could even be to understand where it all of it started, the atmos and crystals themselves.

A villain like no other, being so young I couldn't help but empathize with her, were things a bit different, were she given a different path to follow would she take it, if she did then who would she become, I sense that the story was going to eventually destroy her or she'd end up doing it herself and it didn't sit right with me, I think she deserves better.

If we already consider her strong then have no doubt that I know she'd be even stronger when she's older I wish to see it someday.

Now onto her design and personality!

Her mannerism and way of being are a favorite of mine, I can tell that whoever animated her loved this character as well because it shows.

Everytime she appears she takes the spotlight and that's a good piece of writing in itself even with such little episode appearances.

She's efficient, she's intelligent, she's often amused by a good challenge, she's innovative, she does have a darker sense of humor that is very fitting. She's so wickedly smart but a bit of a goof whenever around the storm hawks for too long haha! love to see it, I like to believe it's because they all share similar ages!

She blends both common wordplay and old fashioned terms into her speech patterns, which I love, she's introverted but confident in her actions and that's very admirable. Her voice is a favorite detail of mine, Lenore Zann's raspy voice is always a win. 💕

She does tend to have a tendency to become irritated when things don't go her way but its a seething type of anger that she'll wait for the right moment to unleash. Cyclonis has an overall vibe of mysterious, and stalking like a black panther, whenever she means business she doesn't hold back at all.

I don't believe that she enjoys bloodshed or attempts murder via her surbordinates all willy nilly, everything has a purpose, she chose to get things done and quickly because her patience yet again runs out quickly a times, for example in the payback episode when she planned to blow up the Condor with the team inside in a quick and easy manner, they wouldn't even know, it'd be the least painful method in her eyes and even then it was because any other method hadn't worked and she prefers not to waste her own time on fighting the storm hawks directly.

I also dont believe that she'd mentally torture anyone if she's in someone's mind it's to prove a point or obtain a goal, by using suzy lu to get to the storm hawks was a quick and easy action and suzy doesn't remember the event;

Meddling into Piper's mind as we observed served for a way to have her interact with Piper without restrain or interruptions, this energy seemed a bit painful to the one affected yes, but not for Cyclonis personal dark pleasure.

She's not heartless that's my point, I dont personally like villains that are true evil per say, that enjoy hurting for the sake of it.

Her design is a mix of sharp edges and cutenness because her outfit tends to make her seem bigger than she actually is, I love it so much.

Her attire is one that's always slightly changing throughout the shows in subtle ways, it never has her outside of her usual brooding colors. which by the way her colors have the cyclonian red but that's where it ends, she then has purples and bluish greens onto her cloak that tell her apart as the leader.

Cyclonis has a straight nasal bridge that I find so charming to draw, it makes her more unique!

Her eye and hair color was something that I took interest in pretty early other members of the storm hawks for example pop out, their eyes dont match with their hair but complement it! In her case both are the same color only that when it becomes satured her hair is mostly black, we only see her true haircolor when light hits it, its another unique characteristic that I really enjoy.

her iconic feathers who could forget, they're the most obvious part of her design, the show likes to remember its audience of bird symbolism and yet never elaborated on it, I appreciate the feathers added to her design an animalistic physical trait in fashion form its so fun!

Her weapon was always the coolest thing to me as a kid, like a bunch of bird talons grabbing a crystal with focus yet again another animal trait incorporated into her design, it moves to her will, and she reconstructs it so easely isn't she cool hehe. A family heirloom it seems! since it works as a staff but its actually more of a kings specter/wand! The cleverness of this weapon always having a back up crystal on the other end is so good.

I probably have more to add but I cant think of it for now, if you have specific questions about her I'm willing to try and answer them 💜 thank you for asking this one! I'm very grateful

[odiesdayoff]

So Undercover

pair: dark!Edward Nashton x fem!reader

summary: You get a little too caught up in an undercover job to unravel the Riddler.

warnings: NON-CON / DUB-CON SMUT (MINORS LEAVE); no really this is dark if it makes u uncomfy then do not pass go!! voyeurism, mentions of revenge porn, forced creampie, dildos, fucking machines, sexting? coercion, manipulation, name-calling (slut, whore, good girl), stalking, blackmail

i'm so fr if u dont like this then go because your consumption is literally not my business at all actually. but enjoy :)

possible part 2

<me> Hi. 

<?> Hello.

<?> What gets wet while drying?

<me> Oh. Um.

<me> A towel.

<?> Correct.

You sighed from relief. As far as you knew, the man you were dealing with was calling himself The Riddler. Having to actually answer riddles surprisingly wasn’t something you thought you’d have to do.

<me> What is your name?

<?> I think you know that already.

<me> Riddler, yes. But I want to know your actual name.

<?> I’m not stupid.

<?> What is your name?

<me> I’m not stupid, either.

<?> I know.

<?> You’re a good girl.

The pointer on the screen blinked. Your hands were still on your keyboard, but something stopped you from typing anything in response. No part of your conversation or your screen name implied you were a girl. Unless, it was a lucky guess and he was just messing with your head.

<?> Don’t get cold feet now, Y/n. We’re just getting started.

<?> That’s your name, right?

<?> I want to know who I’m looking at talking to.

<me> What?

<?> Answer the question.

<me> That is my name.

<?> Good girl.

You bit the inside of your cheek and slowly closed your laptop. Detective Henry and two officers looked at you for an answer. “He knew my name.”

The detective nodded. “We expected that. You didn’t get kicked off, though, right?”

“No. I don’t know, actually. I got scared.” Sheepishly, you looked down at the closed laptop. In your defense, this wasn’t in your job description at all. You spun your chair around. The first thing that caught your eye was the chair behind you. 

A towel. Draped over the back of the chair.

None of this could’ve been a lucky guess. You knew for certain that he was looking at you through your webcam. “I want you to talk to him at home. That way it’s more believable.”

“Can’t you do it yourself? Or get Estella to do it?” That was the office secretary that rarely did anything other than watch Netflix on her computer and occasionally go on a coffee run.

The detective crossed his arms. “He recognized us as cops. IP banned us. We’ll pay you overtime for this.”

You didn’t open your laptop again and look at the chat log until you were at your apartment and on your bed. With the knowledge that The Riddler could see through your webcam, you made sure not to change out of your work clothes just yet.

<?> I was wondering when you’d come back.

<me> I was curious.

<?> About me?

<me> Yes. 

<?> What about me?

<me> Everything.

<me> All I hear at work is you and the things you’re up to.

<?> At the station?

<me> Yes.

<?> You don’t look like a cop.

<me> I’m not.

<me> I’m an archival assistant.

<?> Interesting.

<me> It’s really not.

<me> What do you do?

<?> I work with numbers.

<me> Can’t imagine you with a 9-5 

<me> haha.

<?> I have to make money somehow.

<me> It’s funny.

<me> You’re just like the rest of us, then.

<?> Yes.

<?> People like you don’t usually follow me.

<me> What do you mean? People like me.

<?> Beautiful young women.

<?> With their whole lives ahead of them.

<me> I doubt that. 

<me> Do you know all of your followers?

<?> Yes.

<?> They are mostly older males.

<?> So…

<?> How can I be sure I can trust you?

You stared at the question on your screen. This was either a test because he knew that you were technically working for the GCPD’s investigation or a genuine concern. You started to type.

<me> You can trust me.

After sending, you realized how dumb the answer truly was. If you were him, it was obvious.

<?> Take off your blouse.

<me> No.

<?> Yes.

<?> Or I cut this communication.

Thoughts raced through your head. He was a creep, of course. You weren’t entirely sure what you should’ve expected of someone like him. This was for the sake of the investigation. It could save lives. Just show the man your boobs.

One-by-one, you unbutton your blouse until it slid down your arms. The webcam was pointed directly at you and your chest.

<?> Keep going.

Your bra fell to your lap after you unclipped it. He wasn’t typing. Your nipples seemed to keep eye contact with the webcam. A chill coming from the poorly fixed holes in your windows gave you goosebumps and made your nipples harder.

<?> Gorgeous.

<me> Do you trust me now?

<?> Yes.

His little available dot next to his name disappeared, leaving you confused, a bit violated, and half-naked in your bedroom. You didn’t know what he looked like or his name, but you just put on a little show for him. He probably was too busy jerking off to type. 

Not moving, you kept the chat open. The dot returned. He started typing. 

<?> Knew you’d be waiting for me.

<?> Greedy little slut.

<me> Excuse me?

<?> Don’t act modest now.

<?> Take off those pants.

<me> I gave you what you wanted.

<me> I’m not doing that.

<?> Yes, you are.

<?> I changed my mind.

You rolled your eyes and made sure it was caught by the camera. The laptop stayed on your bed as you stood up and shimmied out of your work pants. 

<?> Panties, too.

<me> No way.

<?> I want to see that pussy of yours.

<me> Fuck off.

You closed the chat and quickly threw some clothes on. There’s no way you were going to do all of that for some stranger just because it might help with an investigation. No way.

At work the next day, you did your best to throw yourself into the busy work you had to do and forget about last night. He was nothing but a disgusting pervert and you weren’t doing it anymore. You could just tell the detective that he found out what you were doing and blocked you as well. 

Your mouse hovered over the bookmarked website. No. He wasn’t going to take up any more space in your mind than he already has. You slammed the laptop shut. 

A knock on the doorframe caught your attention. A tall man with slightly shaggy hair and glasses stood, still wearing a dark blue windbreaker. He was mousy, his posture nowhere near upright. “Can I help you, sir?”

A small smile appeared. “Yeah, hi. I wanted to ask about the records and how I could possibly access one.”

You pushed your chair back further to get a better look at him. The whole point of this job was to stay cooped up in the shelves of your records, collecting dust just as fast as they were. “Well, did you fill out a request form?”

He looked at you, confused.

“I’ll take that as a no.” You chuckled and stood. Rows of cabinets faced you. “They should be somewhere around here. I mean, they are online, but you’re already here. So…” You searched a few of the cabinets before finding the stack of empty request forms. “Here.” You took one of the forms and handed it to the man.

“Thank you. Do you have a pen?” He made the gesture of writing with his hand like you would ask a waiter for a check. 

You pulled the pen from your hair and it fell onto your shoulders. It was keeping a somewhat bun shape just to get it out of your face. He took the pen and leaned on the closest desk to start filling out the form.

You stood there, watching him write. In reality, you had no idea what you were supposed to be doing with him still there. After a minute, he returned the form and the pen to you. “So, how does this work?”

“I just have to enter some of your information into the system, I’ll scan the record digitally and you’ll be able to access it online in about a half-hour, I think.” He followed you to your computer and stood a bit too close as you started to enter his information into the system.

“You think?” He raised a brow.

You shrugged. “I mean, I know. It’s just pretty rare that someone actually comes in. And it’s my boss that does it. She’s on vacation right now. Of course, who goes on vacation in the middle of February?”

“It’s cheaper.” He answered.

“I guess so.” You continued to fill out the information into the system. “You know, you don’t have to stay anymore. I’ll have the record sent to your email.”

He pursed his lips and adjusted his windbreaker. “It was nice meeting you, um…”

“Y/n. You too, um.” You looked at the form. Patrick Parker. “Patrick.”

Once you looked from your screen to his direction, he was long gone. Strange man. You took a closer look at the records he was requesting. The murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Strange men indeed.

No matter how strange the interaction you had was, it still took your mind off of The Riddler. You hadn’t thought about opening up the chat log again until you finally reached your apartment. The laptop almost beckoned you to open it while it was on the counter and you were eating dinner.

“Jesus. Okay.” You put your food on the table and brought your laptop. The chat was pulled up after a moment.

<me> Are you there?

You continued to eat, glancing at the chat log. The small availability dot appeared next to his screen name. He didn’t respond. 

<me> Riddler.

<me> I know you’re there.

You finished your dinner, still with no response. The dishes were done and drying when you returned to your laptop. He was still there, but not speaking. 

<me> Please.

<?> Such a desperate slut.

<?> I love it when you beg.

<me> I have a question for you.

<?> Yes?

<me> Why do you do what you do?

<?> For justice.

<me> I mean, the violence part. 

<?> Change doesn’t happen peacefully.

<?> You can’t just ask the corrupt to treat people like us with respect.

<?> Or give us the things that are rightfully ours.

<me> What about fixing the system from the inside?

<?> It’s naive to believe things like that.

<?> We can’t fix the system.

<?> It has to be destroyed and rebuilt.

<me> And that’s what you plan on doing?

<?> Precisely.

<me> I want to help you.

<?> How could you possibly help?

<me> I have access to the entirety of the GCPD police record system.

<me> No questions asked.

<?> They are public records.

<?> Anyone has access.

<me> Well.

<me> What can I do?

<?> You can be an informant.

<me> Like, tell you what the police are saying?

<?> Yes.

<me> I can do that.

<?> Good girl.

The surge of adrenaline that shot through you was hard to ignore. You were successfully doing undercover work and seemingly gaining trust in the Riddler. Even harder to ignore was that heat that pooled in between your legs when he praised you. For all that you knew, he was some ugly, basement dweller.

What were you even thinking? He’s a serial killer. A literal killer that plans on killing many more people.

<?> I’m sending you a gift.

<me> A gift?

<?> Yes. 

<me> Why?

<me> What is it?

<?> It’s a surprise.

The Riddler’s surprise gift that was supposedly getting to you could’ve been so many things. What if it was a bomb? You knew that he had your workplace and if he knew your name, he could’ve found your address. Easily. 

It took a week for the package to arrive at your front door. It was larger than you thought. After a long day of work, you had to drag the box into your apartment before anyone asked any questions. You took your pocket knife and cut open the box. What was inside made your jaw drop. You went straight to your laptop.

<me> What the fuck?

<me> Why would you give this to me?

<?> You don’t like it?

<me> No.

<?> I want to see you use it.

<me> I’m not touching that thing.

<?> But you are.

<?> It’s custom made.

<?> And remote controlled.

<me> You’re disgusting.

<?> And you’re still going to do what I tell you to do.

<me> And why is that?

<?> Because I have so many pictures of you that I’m sure your employers won’t want to see. 

<me> What pictures?

<?> Attached 3 Images.

Pictures of you from that first night appeared on your screen. Topless photos with your face clearly in the frame along with one without your pants. You gasped.

<?> Take it out of the box.

You resisted the urge to say no. The box stared at you from across the room. You got up and pulled it out of the box. It was a dildo connected to a metal base. It was not an unnatural skin color. It was pale, not entirely large, but not small. In the living room you placed it upright on the rug and brought your laptop to face it.

<?> Strip.

<?> Don’t make me wait, slut.

You grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it off, your pants following shortly. After a deep breath and the reminder that your life would probably be ruined if you stopped here, you unhooked your bra and rolled your panties down your legs.

<?> Touch yourself.

Your hand trembled as you reached your clit and gently started to rub circles over it. This was necessary no matter how uncomfortable you were knowing that he was watching. You had to be at least a little wet before he commanded you to start using the dildo.

<?> I want you to put your mouth on it.

The machine and the synthetic cock attached to it taunted you as you got closer to it. Glancing at the laptop for a moment, you licked the head. You slowly began to take the cock deeper in your mouth, doing your best to pretend that it was something real and connected to someone you liked. What was the name of the guy from the forensics unit? Ben? Yeah, you imagined it to be him.

Your phone began to ring and you looked at the screen for him to tell you what to do now.

<?> Answer.

The caller ID said that it was an unknown number. You picked up. “Hello?”

A modulated male voice came through the other line. “Get back to sucking, slut.” 

Of course, he knew your number. He probably knew your shoe size, favorite drink, and childhood dog’s name. “I won’t be able to talk.”

“That’s the point. I want to hear you gag.” Still with the phone on your ear, you returned to gently sucking the cock. A quiet beep came from it and it began to push slowly further into your mouth. He would be mad if you pulled away, so you tried your best to take as much of it before the tip poked against the back of your throat.

You gagged and pulled away from the machine. Your voice rasped. “No more.”

He sighed from the other line. “Then get on it.”

Not wanting to look at the camera, you kept your stare to the ground and lined your entrance up to the awaiting cock. As you sank low enough so that the tip was inside of you, another beep filled the silence. The machine pushed the cock into you entirely. You moaned out of surprise and the sudden feeling of being full, followed by whimpering as the machine, or The Riddler, didn’t let you get used to the unfamiliar stretch.

“That’s right. Moan for me, slut.” The machine’s pace quickened and you couldn't hold your voice no matter how hard you tried. Your moans and whimpers filled the air. Riddler wasn’t visible, but you could almost feel that he had a smug little smirk on his face. “You’re mine, you hear that? All mine. Say you’re the Riddler’s whore.”

“M’not saying that.”

The machine stopped its assault. The pattern changed to pushing entirely into you as fast as possible, then slowly pulling out. It was excruciating. It just kept going on like that. 

“I’m The Riddler’s whore. Now stop it.” Your body jolted with each thrust. 

“What was that? Say it nice and clear to the camera.”

You turned your head to face the laptop. “I’m The Riddler’s whore.”

The machine sped up back to its original fast pace. “Good girl. Do you know what good girls get?”

All of your brain power was focused on answering. “What?”

The machine stopped, sheathed fully inside of you. “They get cum.” A warm liquid shot out of the synthetic cock and filled your insides. You didn’t even realize what was happening until most of it had already been expelled into you, threatening to enter your womb.

Looking down at yourself, droplets of cum spilled from your opening. “What is that? That’s not real, right?”

“It’s real. I’ve been keeping it nice and warm just for you. Feel honored.” He hung up the phone.

At least you were on the pill.

At work, the next day, you walked in with a small container that held as much of the Riddler’s semen as you possibly could gather after the fact. How were you even going to explain this to the detective? Sexted the serial killer and now I have some evidence! That’s insane.

You handed the container to one of the forensics workers. “I need this DNA tested. It’s connected to the Riddler case.” Be brief with details and get out of there. 

You felt safe again when you were in the archive room and finally away from everyone else. A knock on the door caught your attention. The same man from a few weeks ago stood. Patrick Parker, you think it was. Some alliteration like that. 

“Couldn’t figure out the website. Figured I’d just come here again.” He blushed as he spoke and avoided eye contact with you. Still strange, but at least he seemed a little sweet.

You stood from your chair. “Yeah, the forms are just over here.”

[mrsbrookemunson]

eddie munson x reader where the reader asks eddie to dance to a cheesy love song and he groans like he doesn’t want to (he totally does), and the two start slow dancing and they share their first “i love you” <3 ? ((totally okay if you don’t write it! 🖤))

hehehe-

Warnings: Guess what? It's TOOTH. ROTTING. FLUFF. Angst if you squint, Eddie's a jerk in the beginning, two people very much in love, like one swear word, not proofread, no use of 'y/n', implied fem!reader (use of petnames like princess, and sweetheart), but no afab descriptions are used. Let me know if I missed one!

Word Count: 1205 (short and sweet)

Silence.

That's all you had to endure for the last hour as you helped Eddie clean up from the campaign you and the rest of Hellfire succeeded at that night. You were getting restless, constantly yawning, and eyes drooping. But, Eddie was your ride. He wouldn't dare let you walk home alone, not to mention it was too late to call your parents-and the last time you called a friend to pick you up he got jealous-to be fair, that friend was Steve. Despite all of that, you couldn't find it in yourself to leave him alone with that adorable pout he would give you when you left without him. You learnt that the hard way when you had to drive Dustin home one night.

"Eddieee?"

"What, princess?" he mumbled, not looking up at you as he picked up a game piece, then crossed something off on a piece of paper.

"Can we please play some music? It's so quiet in here."

"Hm?" He looked up at you, confused.

You rolled your eyes. "Music Eddie! Music!"

His eyebrows furrowed. "What about music?"

Your shoulders deflated. "That all those concerts are finally catching up to you... you're going deaf," you said, sarcastically. "Can I please turn on the radio?"

His eyes flickered to the radio in the corner of the theatre room that he transformed into his club room. God, when was the last time he used that? he thought to himself. "Knock yourself out, sweetheart."

"Thank you," you breathed out, exasperated. You walked over and fiddled with the dials. "Eddie?"

He sighed. "Yes?"

You sensed his annoyance. "Nevermind." You frowned, turning back to the radio.

"No, what is it?"

You shook your head, struggling to figure out how to work the old radio. "Nothing..."

He watched you, hopelessly as you failed to get it to work. He set down his clipboard. "Baby, let me help you."

"No, no, I got it."

He contemplated for a moment before rolling his eyes. "Whatever..." He returned to his task.

You glanced back at him with a rather large frown. "'Whatever'," you mocked, quietly to yourself.

Abruptly a voice broke through the speakers.

"Haha!" You clapped your hands. "I got it! Eddie I got it to work."

"So proud of you," he said, unamused.

You go back to the dials, turning it. "Do you know any of the good stations?" You looked to him for an answer.

He stayed silent, ignoring you.

You formed your lips into a tight-line. "Okay." You tilted your head back to the radio. "Uh..." You turned the dial, some of the stations coming through as static. Until something clicked and music played through the speakers clearly. Your face lit up upon hearing the song.

Looking from a window above, it's like a story of love-

You squealed. "I love this song!"

Came back only yesterday I'm moving further away Want you near me

"All I needed was the love you gave!" you sang along, walking toward Eddie, dramatically. "All I needed for another day!" You grasped onto his arm. You swore you could see the ghost of a smile on his lips, but he paid you no attention. "And all I ever knew... Only you."

Sometimes when I think of her name-

You took Eddie's clipboard away from his hands. He looked at you with a questionable expression and the look you returned told him everything he needed to know.

He groaned. "Please-no."

"C'mon, Eddie..." You pouted. "For me?" you asked, sweetly. He groaned yet again.

Listen to the words that you say It's getting harder to stay When I see you

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you. Reluctantly, he returned the affected by wrapping his arms around your waist.

All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew Only you

He found himself slowly start to smile at you. He repositioned you two by pulling away one of your hands with his, holding it up to the side, and pressing his body against yours. He spun you around, making you giggle. He chuckled in your ear as he breathed in your scent that would forever be intoxicating to him. You were intoxicating to him, he thought as he swayed both of you side-to-side.

All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew Only you

"M'sorry, I was such a dick to you earlier," he whispered.

"It's okay," you replied.

This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more

He shook his head. "It isn't, you don't deserve that."

"I figured you're probably just tired from all of that dm'ing stuff you do so well."

He breathily laughed. "Would you believe me if I told you it was for a completely different reason?"

You pulled away slightly to meet his eyes. "What do you mean?" His gaze held worry. "What is it, Eddie?"

Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door.

"I guess..." He gulped, feeling very anxious. His eyes had to avert away from yours. Suddenly he was all too aware of everything. Yes, you two had been dating for four-ish months or so. But, the feeling of your hand in his, skin-to-skin, your body pressed to his, and the way your fingers gently clutch the back of his shirt. The way your lips are parted just ever-so-slightly, and the way you looked underneath this light.

Like you're a literal angel.

It all made him dizzy.

All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew Only you

"I love you," he blurted.

You looked taken aback. Shocked even. "You-you do?" Your voice cracked a little.

He nodded. "Yes." It felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "God, yes-I love you."

You broke out into a smile. "Eddie, I love you too."

He laughed in relief. "You do?!"

"Of course I do, you idiot!"

"I've been wanting to tell you for weeks, I just didn't know how to say it-I was planning this huge thing, but could never figure out a good day, nor the right time, and it's all been so-"

You cut him off by kissing him. It didn't last as long as neither of you would've liked as you pulled away from him completely.

"Oh! Was that okay? I didn't mean to just kiss you like that, it's just you looked so cute rambling, and I just needed you to know that I-"

"Kiss me again."

"Okay."

You leaned forward, placing your lips on his. He cupped your face, returning it immediately. Neither of you would ever admit it, but the both of you felt like you were going to pass out. You've kissed before-many times-but this was different. This kiss was full of love and passion, the type of feeling you've only wished for after watching a movie. And in that moment you two were the main characters, best friends that had fallen hopelessly in love with each other. Taking each other's breath away, and continue on doing so the entire night. Safe to say, you didn't finish cleaning up the campaign, but who cares?! Eddie loves you, and you love him. That's all that matters.

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[chrysanthemumgames]

I have a sort-of-book-2 question!

I'm saying sort of because well, it's more of a general question, really, but it may come up in book 2 I guess.

It's about Demeter - in the case of the MC being in a romantic relationship with someone (whenever that properly "starts"), which of the ROs is the easiest for her to accept her child being with, and which one would make her bang her head against the walls? Basically, how would the ROs be ranked depending on what she may think about them and how much she'd be okay with them being with her kid (even if she doesn't have a say)? Part of me thinks she'd still accept Hermes the most easily since she may see him as Olympian, but on the other hand the whole Zeus thing wouldn't sit well with her I'm assuming. And on the other hand, I can't see her accepting Hades very well no matter what. But it's hard to judge considering she's not my character so I may be misinterpreting.

That aside, I also wanted to ask if in the future, the MC will have the opportunity to marry their chosen RO(s)? Either do a "proper" marriage with Hades, or just marry someone else.

Thanks!

I think I answered this somewhere way back, but I can't blame you for asking again considering how many posts there are on this blog by now haha.

So, to be clear, Demeter will work to accept anyone a PC chooses to be involved with. From her perspective, Hermes is certainly the easiest to accept, especially if he already has a history with them. She tries not to hold being Zeus's child against someone, for a lot of reasons, and Hermes has a very fraught relationship with his father anyway. Next easiest is probably Pyri, just because of their personality.

Hades and Hekate are sort of the most difficult to wrap her head around, but Charon is also up there with people she'd be cautious about. Alekto falls somewhere in the middle.

As for whether an in-game marriage will be possible, I'm not sure on that level of detail yet, so I can't say. I know this is a feature a lot of people are interested in, and I'm certainly considering it, but it will depend on things like how much time passes in the second game and what else is going on.