#i wrote this rly quick i think its cute

[furymint]

FFXIV Write 2024 | header | wc: 465

Brave set a steaming pot down in the gathering's center. Sweat trickled down the black iron from the heat, and it ran to stain droplets into the raw wood table. She stretched her arms to shake off the strain, then something popped in her back. Arcian was the first to commiserate an apology.

The other Bells around the table gave their thanks instead. Few of them had the energy to do more than wait in the Alliance commons while Brave ducked into the mess galley to find something to settle them with.

Not one of them was a soldier—as they so often were reminded—but that did not entitle them to any civilian comfort. If they wanted to eat, they'd need to feed themselves.

Usually there was food ready for them in Castrum Oriens, but a disrupted supply meant even the Adders went without full meals this sennight. "Disrupted" was no kind substitute for the truth: a massacre followed by an inferno, so the pack chocobos' feathers raised a stench that harassed the Eorzean front for malms.

Brave explained with a laugh that the meal before them was scraped together with the only three ingredients she could find: flour, chicken, and water.

"Water," Elliot declared, "is not an ingredient."

Haru smacked him on the arm. "Just shut your mouth."

"I mean... Maybe?" Norhi tilted her head.

Brave pinned him with a dead look. "I boiled the bones into a stock, so yes. Water. With chicken dumplings."

"And no seasonings?" asked Elliot.

"Can we please just forget him?" blurted Arcian.

Wyda grinned. "Does the fire to boil it count too?" 

At this point, Brave dunked a ladle into the pot and served herself a bowl. "Look. I'm too hungry to care about the philosophy behind my soup. Have it or don't."

"Don't—I mean, wait!" Elliot stumbled to his feet, whipped his legs free of the bench, and flew out of the mess hall.

Yumi started a silent count with her fingers until he returned. Forty-four seconds. "I never thought he could run that fast."

Elliot leaned one arm into the table, panting, and smacked a wax paper puck to the table with his free hand. "A tea cake," he proclaimed.

Wyda pointed her spoon at him. "Drinking tea and eating supper at the same time—that's way too efficient for you, Carambole."

"But it's flavor!" he protested.

For the first time, the room considered what he said. The doubtful sat beside those who had nothing left to lose.

Brave shook the wax paper from the tea cake and lofted it for inspection. "...Does anyone hate the idea?" she asked.

No one protested.

"All right, Elliot—you win. Three ingredients." Brave tipped her bowl back in the pot and crushed the teacake over the sorry stew.

[idolish7imagines]

...if I may, any kind of domestic or soft/fluffy ryuu?

Tsunashi Ryunosuke x Reader:: Dinner Date

A\N: its been a min since i wrote for ryuu so i rly wanted to get this request done. Im not sure if you wanted hcs or a drabble so i went with the latter, Hope you enjoy!

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Ryunosuke had been working with a pot of stew for nearly an hour now. It was almost ready and he was keeping a good eye on it, stirring it around every so often while also prepping the sides for this evening.

The smell vaguely wafted around the front room where you were resting ever since you got home from an exhausting day.

His lips turn up ever so slightly into a smile, getting a quick glance of your sleeping form before his attention was placed back on chopping ingredients and seasoning them.

If he doesn't have any prior plans, he makes sure to devote his off days to spending time with you. You're his entire world (besides TRIGGER of course, he'd imagine getting an earful from the other two if he said that aloud with them in the same room) and quality time is something he deeply cherishes with you.

Sometimes his thoughts would drift so much he'd envision your future together, maybe with one or two kids running around the house. At times like those he quickly catches himself as his tan cheeks redden and tries to think about something else. You and Ryuu hadn't talked about a family, let alone marriage yet and he didn't want to come up with some detailed fantasy before thoroughly discussing it.

Though, that's just a testament to how much he adores you, and is looking forward to so many more dates and cuddling and kissing you and there goes his mind into daydream land yet again..

Back to the current situation, you and Ryuu didn't have anything specific in mind to do this night. Predictably, you were tired after coming home from work, and since you both knew you were working today, he decided to be the one to cook dinner.

Its a sort of DIY restaurant date the two of you had going on, with you setting the table and a few unnecessary but relevant to setting the mood decorations, before immediately falling into a nap once your head pressed against the comforting softness of the couch pillow.

The thought of being nicely and formally dressed by the time you awake crossed your boyfriend's mind, but that could be for another stay at home date. This one could be a bit more relaxed, even though the image of your shocked (and probably confused) face would've been cutely hilarious.

Blue flames underneath the stew pot flicker before disappearing once he turns the stove off. It'd need a minute to cool, and in that time Ryuu goes over and sits by you on the couch, but not before bringing the lights to a dim to again, set the mood perfectly.

The smile on his face is such a fond one, gently moving a strand of hair out of your face as you slept. Slightly starting to stir, his eyes widen and he sits upright as you slowly blink awake. His hand is planted on your shoulder, still barely touching you as if he doesn't want to bother you even though you're already halfway to waking up fully.

"(Y\N).. dinner's ready." His tone is a bit hushed as to not agitate you in your lingering sleepy state.

Rubbing your eyes, you start to sit up, your other hand resting on his forearm as you do. "Oh i fell asleep? I'm sorry.."

"No, you're right on time." He chuckles, kissing your cheek. "Lets have dinner."

Your boyfriend offers his arm to escort you to the dinner table for a wonderful rest of the night.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

omg i bet ur hair looks rly cute🤭🤭 it always takes some time to get used to at least for me when i cut my hair but im glad u already rly like it<333 but i understand feeling weird about it too

i love everything u wrote omg i need to keep writing about it quick tho cuz im inspired SOBS

after the whole ordeal in front of jay, heeseung and jake would maybe take u home and fuck you again there, falling asleep together in one of their beds or smth cuz i imagine they get kinda soft afterwards and want to be next to u even if they’re not cuddling… cuz i think im on the same page as u as they want to be more… im def into polyamorous things.. so jake and heeseung would be okay with sharing u as long as it’s just between the two of them🤭🤭

but then maybe jay contacts u because even though he just saw u get fucked like that.. he also saw how well u took it and he wants that for himself as well. he hasn’t stopped thinking about the way you looked while you were choking around jake’s cock or gagging on heeseung’s fingers and even if heejake kills him and its the last thing he does, he wants to fuck you.

maybe this time ur a little nervous, but ultimately u think u can do what u want (wrong), so u go and meet him, and maybe this time u do have sex, and maybe… he’s good, but even when he’s eating you out like he’s starving, and has ur thighs pressed up against ur chest, hitting every spot inside of you just right… you still feel there’s something missing. u can’t cum. maybe u scare him a little bit because u ask him to choke u, and when he does, it’s not enough and you cry and ask him to do it harder but he’s afraid he’s going to hurt you and the way you’re moaning sounds like ur in pain :( so u fake an orgasm, let him cum all over ur tummy and then you go home, feeling disappointed and ashamed because they were right… they really did ruin you for anyone else.

and maybe u end up being even needier with them for the next while, but since they’re crazy, they both know what you did and they won’t give you what u want now to punish you. you’re doing anything and everything they ask just in the hopes of them touching you like you need them to. going out of ur way to do chores, following their instructions when they tell you to finger yourself, but not cum, when they tell you to lick your own fingers clean and then they jerk off onto ur face and take pictures of you for later. you’ve said you’re sorry, what more do they want? eventually they’ll fuck you with a dildo, but it’s much smaller than either of them and you still don’t get to cum, you can’t cum! not if it’s not one of them helping you get there. and maybe, cuz they’re crazy AND toxic, they’d make u promise to be loyal to them.. to not fuck around with anyone else, ever, and to let them be romantic with u🤭🤭 and u agree of course because you can’t take anymore of this torture before realizing what you’ve agreed to.

- 🥟 anon

This is another level of perfection 😭

The minute you arrive home Jake and Heesung tug you in bed, each one on your sides making sure you're warm enough under the covers. You usually would've already sent them home, but you're so exhausted after the night out and everything they've done to you that you just let them stay there beside you, murmuring things you can't even understand because of how the second your body falls on the mattress you start drifting off.

However, the next day, when you have more energy and you see them still there in your apartment, you can't let them continue like that. Jake had softly woken you up, showing you a big smile before telling you to wash yourself, and Heesung had arrived when you had finished, taking off his shoes while signaling you to sit so you could all eat together.

For you, it was a shit show. You weren't their girlfriend, and they weren't your boyfriends. They had no reason to act like that, to take attributions like opening your door without your permission or feeding you. From the start you had been clear, even spelling that you'd only have sex, and nothing more.

You don't say anything though, only waiting for them to leave you alone so you could organize your thoughts.

That's when Jay appears again.

It's a short text from him, asking you how you are, and needing some sort of control on your life again, you answer even if you have no interest in seeing him again.

The words that keep appearing are not what you expect, "let me see you, please", a please, finally someone seems to see you like a person, and you want to feel like one again.

You don't want to feel that satisfaction when they talk to you, when they clean your mess, or when they whisper their feelings in unclear confessions, "we'll be back", "you can't leave us", "you need us", "we'll be waiting for you".

You're not, and you'll never be their little girlfriend.

The way to Jay's place is shorter than what you'd have liked. He's there, waiting for you downstairs like a gentleman, which you know is pure bullshit.

That night he had observed you like a sick man, licking his lips at the sight of you crying of overstimulation, at Jake slapping your cheek with his cock, at Heesung spitting in your mouth. You had seen it all, overwhelmed with the sensations but unable to not gaze at him sitting on a corner palming his erection because of your pain.

Pain, you want to call it like that but you know you're as fucked as he is when you clench your legs at the hope of suffering it again.

Jake and Heesung had never been so hard with you. They were brutes dressed with better clothes. The sex with them before that day had been good, but never as intense.

When Jay inserts himself you whine, not because you particularly enjoy it, but because you can't help but think it's not as big. It's not as big as theirs, his length is nothing compared to Jake's, and his girth isn't as thick as Heesung's.

Not even the way he's thrusting is enough. You need more, you need the pain, the tears, the humiliation, and Jay is too soft for you now.

A few weeks before you might've enjoyed it, that wasn't hard to guess. Jay was working for it, pushing your legs up in an angle you'd have enjoyed, with a speed that would make any other girl cum with how good he was being. But you weren't any girl anymore.

"More, please, more" you cried, pressing his hand over your throat, practically choking yourself, yet the restriction wasn't enough, you could still breath, you could still think, and that's not what you liked now.

His panicked expression said everything for him. He wouldn't be able to be as hard, crude and brute as Jake and Heesung.

You moaned loud, feigning an orgasm so he could stop looking so tortured, and you realized exactly what you were afraid to.

You needed them.

[freakyunderclublights]

not to be embarrasing but i read the entirety of ur fanfic in a day. Thank u for taking the time to write a masterpiece BTW!!!! I wanted to ask bc its been on my mind. Why did you decide to make the characters the way you wrote them? im a writer to and i think the way you wrote them is very....interesting. it lowkey inspires me to want to develop characters the same. i was just rly curious about that. I can't wait to read ch.9!

Okay, first off, you are super cute and should not be embarrassed. Thank you for reading my fic! And double thanks for asking me a question that puts my brain cells to work. I'll try to answer this question as concisely as I can because I can literally write a ten-page essay on this.

Given that my fanfic follows the canon timeline, I really had to look at how the characters behaved in each scene between the movie and try to fill in the gaps. That meant trying to figure out who these characters were before the events of the movie even started. So here's my breakdown/headcanon analysis of each.

Isabel: She's been with Jeff since Freshman year (my assumption) and has been extremely popular ever since. Her world revolves around him and being the most popular girl in school. Popularity can be fun, but in 'The Filler,' I wanted to focus on its downsides. The downsides include the anxiety that comes with everyone knowing you + your business, plus the expectations to perform or play a role. I don't think Isabel was in a happy place when the movie started, so I really tried to build off of that. I see her as a character who might yearn for more than her routine, someone who might yearn for a lover for whom she doesn't have to compete for their love, a girl who yearns to be accepted for who she truly is. This brings a new question, though: who is Isabel? She's portrayed as Jeff's "cute babygirl" girlfriend, a princess, someone who needs saving or someone else to protect her. She also doesn't seem to have a lot of friends beside Brittany… why? She is super quick to jump into bed with Josie after only really knowing her for a short time. I sense she is someone who has codependent tendencies, and as a writer, that is an extremely fun challenge to write.

Josie: I honestly don't think I have strayed too far from the canon representation of Josie. She's unpopular, nerdy, and has had a crush on Isabel forever. I think the biggest things I had to build off of her were her relationship with PJ and her long crush on Isabel. PJ is respectfully not the nicest person, so how does Josie, someone who seems relatively nicer, stay friends with someone like that? How does Josie have a crush on Isabel for so long without ever talking to her? What's brewing inside of her that makes her snap at PJ once their secret is outed? It was those questions that shaped how I wrote her.

PJ: PJ is a super fun character to write because she is very evidently flawed. She's willing to lie, cheat, and hurt people to get what she wants, as long as she looks "cool." She reminds me a lot of Greg Heffley from 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid.' I think she acts this way because she struggles with being her true self, so she tries to project a "cooler" version of herself. She avoids being vulnerable throughout the movie, and I think she does that because she may have been bullied for being herself before. Somewhere along the line, she learned that she had to pretend. So for this fic, I wanted to put her in situations that would force her to be authentic, make her have no choice but to be vulnerable.

Brittany: To write Brittany, I kept thinking about that quote, "My identity is completely attached to hers," and tried to think about how I would feel being Isabel's best friend. To be a bystander to my friend who is in an on-and-off again relationship with a shitty guy, to follow my friend as she wants to join a fight club, to watch as my friend slowly gets more infatuated with Josie… relatively soon after breaking up with her boyfriend. Underneath Brittany's "chill" facade, I like to think that she is pretty perceptive to what is going on and also follows Isabel around to protect her. I like to think that she is to Isabel what Tim is to Jeff. Like Tim, she is perceptive, more assertive, and will do whatever it takes to protect her best friend. Why she feels so loyal to Isabel? Well, we're going to explore that too lol.

I know this is pretty lengthy, but I hope this sheds light on my character development process lol.