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tinukis · 1 year ago

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NO SO TRUE THERES SOMETHING ABT SANJI AND ASL BROTHERS??:??

sanji needs mfs that had family issues (ace, sabo, luffy, usopp, etc maybe 😭😭.....) also whenever youre not tired i would eat up a sabosan analysis like oh my god? + ive read a couple of ur analysis before which is like crack to me

also ngl i thought about sabosan Again today specifically because i saw a post on twt abt "what does sanji have without cigarettes when hes shaking" or smth like that which is him scratching his head vigorously... and that made me think about sabo for some reason like- sabo specifically helping sanji to not. Do that bc i imagine sabo had done that multiple times especially when it comes to trying to remember something. as if sabo's trying to dig into his brain to get something he might have lost

but anyway !! ALSO THE PARALLEL TO ASL'S CHILDHOOD AND WCI. having the WORST goodbyes to their family(strawhats, ace and luffy) turning their backs on them to go with a family they loathe in order to save them...😭 (god imagine how luffy felt the moment sanji turned his back on him– like he went extremes to get sanji back. yes everything was for sanji but you Cannot tell me luffy wasnt thinking about sabo. and i KNOW that sanji reminds luffy of sabo. (reminded me of a fic, idr what, where sanji and luffy talk and luffy brings up sabo bc thats who he was reminded of when it came to sanji) anyway on top of sanji leaving and doing everything for him, i feel that the amount of ppl leaving luffy during his childhood Really added on top of that, especially when sabo left) ok i sound like a broken record but u get the point... right? right???;

also sabo being great for sanji is sooo>>>>>> (minuscule, and what im abt to say is just pure headcanon but another thing abt sabosan and their bio family is that sabo hid the fact that he had a family and was a noble. he was even scared abt what ace and luffy would think. but they just picked their noses and were like "so what?" while sanji didnt mean to hide that he Was a vinsmoke but it was revealed at the worst time. sanji was definitely scared to let the strawhats know. he'd keep telling himself that he will tell them bc he trusts them but he was def scared of what theyd think. also if sabosan Ever had a conversation about this... i'd like to think sabo would laugh. not at sanji, but at himself because theyre just... so alike.) it's not easy letting walls down, certainly not for sabo and sanji (considering they refrained from crying in front of luffy... sabo cried after reuniting with luffy. sanji cried when luffy shouted he cant become pirate king without him-)

certainly theres a lot the two could bond over and i need more people to see the sabosan potential 😭😭 LIKE AT THE VERY LEAST SANJI KNOWS OF SABO'S EXISTENCE !!! (post wci) anyway

acesan and lusan are very cool and enjoyable i love both a lot

but what about sabosan.... think about it (please)

both similar in multiple ways

born in a royal/noble family and absolutely Loathes them and wished they were never born from such family

aesthetically they fit rlly well

certainly ace can understand sanji's self worth issues Deeply. and luffy well... he was basically the light sanji needed. luffy didn't like him just for his cooking, but he was especially interested because of sanji's kindness

sabo can heavily relate to royal/noble problems and refuses to ever be considered one. AND THEY BOTH PROTECTED THE ONES THEY LOVED BY STICKING TO THEIR FAMILY'S SIDE.

and also the uncanny similarities to both his brothers ace and luffy... ace especially now that sabo has inherited his powers. they're both different though. sabo seems a little bit more proper and has this unique charm. and the love/care he has for luffy is so... fond? he seems to have a more tamer way of approaching things (till sanji realizes hes not That tame and is a hot head/rages easy.)

sabo has a goal and he's somewhat more kept together than his other brothers. hes resolve is outstanding as a freedom fighter AND hes the second commander of the revolutionary army??? fucking SWOONS (ok lowkey this just mostly me on my knees for sabo but not my fault im in love w each ASL brothers)

and like just... imagine sabo and sanji meeting for the first time. sabo introduces himself to sanji similar to what ace did.... and lighting up his cigarette but maybe a little closer 👀

sabo walking up to sanji, who is a bit startled with sabo's height- towering over him... and his finger is light with fire and just casually lights sanji's cigarette with the softest smile he's ever seen what the FUCK

and sabo's reaction to sanji yelling at luffy and usopp is a little different yet similar to ace's too... sabo chuckling and saying "hey why don't you go a little easier on 'em? they're still young." he just sounds so sweet... and in his eyes you could just tell he's reminiscing on the past.

"if i did, they'd never learn... not that they ever learn."

"would you like a hand?"

im so hfjhwmdhwjwww

#i bet you can word it better than i can + i'd love to hesr ur thoughts either way #whenever you can ofc^^#i love sabosan ive still yet to draw them...#tin talks #sabosan #more people need to know about these guys so bad #if acelaw can be a thing (theyre great) then so can sabosan !!#please

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haunteddollbaby · 2 years ago

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just a lil thot bc i realized i havent written for my fav hu tao yet. that needs to change.

i love your hands

hu tao x fem!reader

warnings: fingering, begging, degradation, groping, oral sex, squirt, cum, pet names (darling and maybe love? there could be more i dont remember.)

tell me if i missed any warnings

writing under the cut!

hu tao finally had a day off from work today! this was a rare occurence, seeing as hu tao, despite her playful personality, takes her work very seriously. so to celebrate the occasion you two decided to have a movie night together.

it started off as an innocent mini date.

you went over to hu taos house, where she had popcorn ready for the both of you, along with a variety of both of your favorite snacks. you grabbed the snacks and took them over to hu taos room.

speaking of which, hu taos rooms the most beautiful room youve ever seen.

its a bit more spacious than average. her floors are made of the best dark acacia wood. a queen sized bed with dark red velvet blankets and black pillows sitting on top of a beautiful golden bedframe.

on the left of her bed she had a cute llttle black nightstand with her poetry books, feather and ink, an her record player along with a small lamp.

above her bed she has all kinds of manga pannels and band posters (arctic monkeys, mother mother, my bloody valentine, etc). plus her shelves stacked with vinyl and what not.

the tops of her walls decorated with led lights, that were usually set to red.

she has a nice black dresser with a tv on top and a bunch of pictures of her and you <3 in front of her bed.

right next to her dresser she has a desk with a bookshelf above it and a fuzzy red swivel chair.

finally, your favorite part of hu taos room, her red velvet love seat. the love seat was next to a little window with black curtains. the love seat was on the right side of her bed and had a mirror in front of it. her room was simply beautiful.

(sorry if i got carried away with the description im lowkey projecting my dream room here 🥲)

you and hu tao sat in the love seat with the popcorn in between the two of you, led lights set to red. you both agreed to watch a horror movie thats based on a true story, just because hu tao and her effed up mind wanted to give you nightmares.

as the movie went on you and hu tao took turns sharing snacks and getting comfortable under the blanket, well as comfortable as you could be considering the gore covered screen.

a particularly gory scene of the movie was playing and you were feeling uneasy, so you grabbed hu taos hand. you started playing with her fingers, sliding her rings up and down her fingers woah there bud 🤨🔞 . your hands were getting cold, but you werent ready to let go of your precious girlfriends hand, so you brought it under the blanket with you.

that was your mistake.

meanwhile, hu tao was glued to the screen. she saw bodies all the time. this led her to often learn the stories behind her clients deaths, shes also heard stories similar to the one the movie described, thats why she chose it.

her concentration was broken however, when you grabbed her hand.

she was fine with it obviously, your her beautiful little girlfriend, shed let you get away with murder shes deadass just bring her the body she knows what to do 😉. she clearly didnt mind you playing with her fingers, but once you took her hand under the blanket her mind started to wander, far far away.

it wouldnt be bad just to tease you a little bit, right? its not like she'll full on rail you, youll be okay maybe🤷‍♀️.

you feel hu tao move her fingers a bit, so you take that as a signal to let go of her hand. you expect her to move her hand from under the blanket but she doesnt.

what she does is slip her hand onto your inner thighs.

she traces letters and shapes before moving a little further. she runs her fingers over your clothed pussy just barely, making you let out the smallest of gasps.

hu tao giggles before attempting to take her hand back but you grab her wrist.

"huh, y/n?" hu tao asks, confused, "whatre you-?"

you pout as you interrupt her, "cant tease me like that tao.." you bring her fingers to the waist band of your sweatpants, "please?"

hu tao sighs, contemplating you.

she really wanted to continue the movie, but the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around her fingers would be absolutely to die for.

she ultimately opts to slip her hand down your sweats into your panties, rubbing your clit gently before teasing your sobbing slit.

"hmm should i really be doing this for you? after all you did interrupt my movie. do you really deserve this?"

hu tao asked you a question and you know there will be consequences for not answering her but you cant formulate a clear cut response with her smooth, warm fingers grazing your entrance.

to the best of your ability you try to speak,

"uh huh, yes i do! im sorry tao, just need you now."

"such a needy baby, its okay though ill take care of you," hu tao coos, "use your big girl words darling, tell me what you need."

"need your fingers in me, and... and your mouth on my clit! please please please tao, need you so bad!" you beg, your hands lifting your shirt to pinch your hard nipples.

"how slutty of you darling, just putting your pretty tits on display like that. its okay ill help you,"

hu tao gets up, pulls off your blanket, takes your sweats off along with your panties, and positions herself in between your legs.

she does this all while keeping eye contact with you.

she places her mouth on your throbbing clit, softly breathing on it before starting to suck, eyes still looking into yours. her fingers finally enter you as well, they set a steady pace, making sure to hit every spot just right.

hu tao knows every place to make you, her little slut, squeal.

her actions have you squeezing your tits, eyes rolling back in your head, lips red from bites of your own. one of your hands go down to grab her hair, forcing her mouth further into your pussy,

this action makes hu tao moan. loud.

the vibrations that sends to your clit has you reeling.

"tao need your tongue in me! please please need to feel you more!" you beg and beg.

hu tao obviously obliges, "anything you want, darling <3."

hu taos mouth takes her fingers out to stick her tongue into your slit, you instantly clench around her tongue.

hu tao grins into your pussy, one of her hands rubbing your clit while the other goes up to your throat.

this sends you over the edge, so much so you squirt all over hu taos face.

when she removes her mouth from your glistening cunt its just to ridicule you,

"you love when i wrap my hands around your throat, huh slut? love struggling to breathe under my grip? love how cool my rings feel against your skin? what a whore, to cum from something as dirty as that."

and your cumming again, thin white streaks of cum leaking from your slit.

this just makes hu tao laugh, "wow, how dirty y/n! but since i made you cum twice isnt about time you return the favor?"

oh this was far from over.

i simp for hu tao if that wasnt obvious enough already <3

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narcosfandomdiscord · 3 months ago

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YAAASSS MORE TEDCRIMM TEDEPENDENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could dine off the vibes of these two for the rest of my days and be perfectly content. Again, it's not a ship i ever would've sought out fic for myself, but you can now consider me part of this cult skskskks I fucking lvoe them and I'm presently rejoicing that you've picked them for this prompt bc it is SO THEMMMSK like as a pair, they just so epitomize trapped-in-the-phone-booth hijinks and it doesn't hurt that in the show, there's a visible phone booth so we don't even have to suspend our disbelief bc we know exactly which one it is

Squealed that we got a little bit of Beard too he's my fav character from TL but the fact that he's the one who draws attention to the size of the phone booth -> “Is the phone booth big? You reckon that you could fit more than one person in there?” is so fuckignskdfjs random but simultaneously is the m o s t Beard thing to do precisely bc of that randomness SKSK

and ughhh i know i sound liek a broken record bc i say this every time but it's just the truth, your Ted is so perfect, every bit of dialogue is like it could be ripped straight from the show like his little bit of nervous rambling when Ted gets in the booth -> “I can’t believe we’re in the same phone booth! Better yet, did you lose your phone too? Or forget it? How funny would that be, the both of us misplacin’ our phones–” PEAK TED. Loved the explanation for Trent using the phone booth too, like trying to maintain journalistic anonymity is something i don't think i ever would've thought of but makes all the sense.

ALSO idk how in tf i forgot about The Diamond Dogs just another reminder that i really need to rewatch TL, oh the agony sksk such a trial I will have to endure sksk rewatching a show i love but this little shoutout -> If only he had his phone, poor thing, he’d text the Diamond Dogs and round them up for another dilemma, was JUST TOO RIGHT AND SOOOOOOO PERFECT. I also loved this -> He’s always enjoyed Trent’s company, every second, for the laughs, the expressions, the insights that he feels he can’t acquire from anyone else… little bit bc it's not an entirely cracked ship, Ted and Trent, but it's one you might have to squint a little

to see, like an impressionist painting. But this grounds the ship in canon in such a real way bc regardless of whether or not you ship them, this still holds true. In Ted's repertoire of friends and confidantes and ppl he's close with, Trent is entirely unique and irreplaceable precisely bc of his occupation and how he and Ted relate to one another.

UGHHGHHFS KSLANND THEN THISSSSS -> And suddenly, the strongest impulse tugs at him, tugging, tugging down hard on his heartstrings, and he leans forward, closer to the journalist until he brushes his lips against Trent’s. Featherlight, gentle, faint. Like again, you have Ted so downnnnnnnn when it comes to his mannerisms and speech patterns, like it's the endearing awkwardness and vulnerability but like lack of self-consciousness that he has, like he could so easily slip into a caricature and you never do that and im truly just liivvvvviiiiingggggg for it!!!! also, the way my heart dropped when it seemed like Trent was gonna reject him at first, and then it turns out he's totally dtf or makeout or snuggle or whatever but just not in the phone booth skdfjsk felt very on brand for Trent not to sweat the romance but to care about the logistics sksk

when you know who's callin'...

Tedependent save me save me Tedependent-

I swear I love this show in ALL WAYS and for its OTHER CHARACTERS (I say as I've only just got past Season 1) BUT... When they're the ones, they're the ones, y'know?

So they're back, and will be back for more, as already promised @narcosfandomdiscord (Fic number 13)

Prompt #6, Book Of These Damn Restraints: Fanwork that ends with 2(+) characters trapped in a phone booth with no way out

Word Count: 2.1K

Relationships: Trent Crimm/Ted Lasso, Coach Beard & Ted Lasso

Warnings: None

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There’s only one time that Ted uses a phone booth, at least, one time that sticks out in recent memory.

He stupidly leaves his phone in his office, and, of course, Beard texts him multiple times from home, to no response…

Something’s wrong. Ted is probably in an accident, or he’s too overwhelmed. Maybe he’s dead. Yes, that might be the case with the whole thing that they do: Stretching the truth with each other.

But, there are two instincts in the manager’s head: One, to run all the way to the office, or two, to call someone via… One of those red boxes.

He was planning to call Michelle and Henry today, too, but, on second thought, his first message should be to Beard. Because Ted already knows that he’s worried sick for him, and they’re basically synchronised on the friendship front.

He reaches the nearest phone booth to him, right by the Crown and Anchor, and closes the door behind him. If he isn’t carrying his phone, then he’s always carrying money with him, which is perfect.

Phew. Ted can actually breathe a second. And how nice is that…

He slips a bit of loose change into the machine, dialling for Beard’s ‘home’ number. He has to scratch at his head a bit before he figures it out, and he breathes out another long and slow breath.

“Who is this?” Beard asks, and once he hears Ted’s pant of a laugh, he knows, “Coach? You found your phone?”

“I didn’t. I mean, I know where it is, I left it in my office, in such a rush today.” The manager finds himself leaning against the glass of the phone booth, cool in comparison to the surprisingly warmer weather. “But… I’ll head back to work tomorrow, remember to pick it up, it’ll be good as new.”

The other coach nods on his head and sighs quietly, “Good, Coach. I just had to know. Oh, yeah!” He adds, suddenly thinking about the circumstances, “Is the phone booth big? You reckon that you could fit more than one person in there?”

Ted begins clicking his tongue, finding that he can comfortably pace around the box, and that… On the opposite side of him, there’s another phone.

“I mean, these things do seem pretty great,” Ted hums, “I dunno how and why you’d get two people in here, confusing their words… But you definitely can do it.”

“Well,” Beard hums, “The more you know. Take care without a phone, it’s dangerous territory.”

“Oh, alright, ” He has to roll his eyes, only to look down and realise that this sort of thing has a time limit, a time limit! And he hasn’t got very long before he has to feed the phone some more loose change. “I’ll be fine without a phone, seriously. And this call is gonna end any minute now, so have a good afternoon, and night–”

And, there. It rings out before he can hear his friend’s reply, but… He got through the gist of what he wanted to say, and more. That’s the important thing.

He lets out a heavy breath as he watches the world around him. This box is fairly soundproof, so he notices. People walking, people talking, drinking, playing, on their phones… And the world feels so expansive, especially from this angle, this booth. It’s almost peaceful, and almost isolating.

Ted rubs a thumb over his moustache and considers calling Michelle. He’ll have to tell Henry that he can only talk with his voice today, no expressions, because he was a silly-billy and left his phone at work.

He starts fumbling with his loose change, mumbling to himself as he does, before the door swings open and he feels himself stiffen.

Well, that’s the biggest coincidence I’ve ever heard of! He thinks, letting the stranger set up for their call.

Except, the stranger is not even strange at all, worse than that, he’s not unknown to him.

Ted practically wants to collapse. With embarrassment, laughter, fear? He doesn’t know.

But the wisps of grey hair, his suit, his slender fingers…

“Trent Crimm, The Independent! ” He eventually chirps, biting down on his lip, “I can’t believe we’re in the same phone booth! Better yet, did you lose your phone too? Or forget it? How funny would that be, the both of us misplacin’ our phones–”

It’s not uncommon for Ted to ramble when he’s anxious, better yet, when he has nothing else to do… But he hasn’t done it in front of Trent before, and that’s a scary thing to take in, which makes him want to ramble more, and the cycle continues.

But the journalist simply shrugs and reaches out for the phone that’s hanging up, “Didn’t lose it, right in my pocket, Ted… But sometimes, there’s a certain need for anonymity. Otherwise, it’s just nice to be in a phone booth.”

The manager, for some godforsaken reason, decided to take that as, Otherwise, it’s just nice to be with you, in a phone booth, and he doesn’t quite know what to think anymore.

It’d be good to call Beard again, just to try and talk things out – At least, much better without the most stunning journalist, being here, talking casually and smoothly – And he could make sense of it all. The other Coach’s one-liners often do the trick.

If only he had his phone, poor thing, he’d text the Diamond Dogs and round them up for another dilemma.

Instead, he’s here, not exactly intent on leaving, and listening to him without a care in the world.

“Yes,” He’s saying, facing the Crown and Anchor, meaning that Ted only has his side-profile to– Admire. That’s the best word… “Yes, of course. Well, there’s that issue among others. I take it all very seriously. Who do you think I–” He suddenly clears his throat, as though to restrain himself from having a hissy fit, before he speaks again. “I will be keeping at it, as always. Thank you, bye now.”

And he hangs up the phone with a hum, something between relieved and satisfied, before he smiles at the coach. “Well, it’s good to see you again, Ted. That was a work call, I best be off now–” He gestures towards the door, but before he prepares to push it open, he swears he feels something brush near him, or touch his hand, or something–

Ah, yes, that’s right. Trent suddenly thinks, raising a careful eyebrow at Ted, who has now shifted in a way that’s almost blocking the exit, Ted Lasso.

“If you’re wanting a special phone booth interview… Then no can do, Ted. I really have to go now.”

“I just wanted to say that it’s good to see you, Trent. You know, without some sort of journalist mask on.” The manager says quietly, but his gaze is fierce. Perhaps it’s fiercer than he meant it to be, but that’s the way it is.

He’s always enjoyed Trent’s company, every second, for the laughs, the expressions, the insights that he feels he can’t acquire from anyone else… And then there’s a thousand other little vibes and intricacies that he feels. Teasing, and warmth, even in his sternest or most upright moments.

He feels as though he should let him go, but a part of him is still swirling: After the divorce, after leaving Michelle and Henry… Just thinking about calling them, and now?

And now…

Ted averts his gaze to the ground before looking back up at the journalist. All he can manage to say is, “And we haven’t been this close before. I kinda like it.”

Close is right.

Whether that’s physically close or emotionally close, Trent isn’t absolutely certain, but it’s the fact he can feel Ted’s breath every now and then, and stare back into his eyes… Wide, vulnerable, almost, and he’s unsure of why.

Nothing about the team is going wrong, and unless there’s some personal dilemma that Trent Crimm, The fucking Independent , is struggling to figure out, then–

“Screw that previous thought,” Ted murmurs, as though coming to a realisation himself, “It’s not ‘kinda’, Trent, it’s ‘really’. It’s ‘really enjoyed spending this time’ with you ‘really’ and so much more.” He sighs and crosses over his arms, “You’re like a breath of fresh air, you know that? And I just can’t help…”

Trent manages a small smile, followed by a breathless chuckle, “You can’t help it? How we work together? Or something else?”

“All of the above, I guess. It’s not something I can really pinpoint… But it’s strong. And it’s, well, pretty big, goddammit, and it’s always around you.”

There’s something that the journalist didn’t expect to hear. The last thing he wants to do is run or hide. Instead, he shudders for breath and places a hand on Ted’s shoulder.

“I have to admit, Ted… There’s definitely a connection here. We gel a lot more than I thought we would… And I don’t think I can deny it, either.”

The manager exhales and grins up at Trent, gesturing to him with a hand, “Well, isn’t that… Isn’t that something else?” He’s practically telling it to himself, trying to solidify it all in his head.

Trent’s here, and he’s holding him at his shoulder, and he’s kind, gorgeous, intelligent and patient, and he’s here–

And suddenly, the strongest impulse tugs at him, tugging, tugging down hard on his heartstrings, and he leans forward, closer to the journalist until he brushes his lips against Trent’s. Featherlight, gentle, faint.

And he doesn’t just stand there, dumbstruck or angry. He kisses back, just for a moment, the slightest moment!

Oh.

But it ends all too soon.

“Ted,” Trent’s eyes are wide, face slightly flushed, and Ted’s expression only mirrors his own, “I don’t think it’s the best idea to–”

“Try this out? I-I get it, I’m sorry. God, I shouldn’t have been so hasty, so impulsive! ”

To be completely honest with himself, the manager doesn’t even know what’s unfolding, why it’s happening. If he just kept to himself, didn’t let his thoughts linger and turn wayward, everything would’ve been fine.

The journalist wouldn’t have flat-out rejected him, like right now, but a loud sigh brings him back to reality.

“Hey… I wasn’t aiming for any push back, Ted.” He presses, yet not unkindly, “Instead, I was going to say that we should head back to your flat, see how we feel. Impulsivity, haste, and all. A phone booth isn’t an ideal place to, well, you know.”

“Kiss a journalist I’ve been mentally pining for, for… However long now.”

“Yeah,” Trent says softly, as though it’s a miracle to be appreciated, let alone, being in Ted’s thoughts for so long. “That.” He steps back and gestures for the other to take his place. “After you.”

The manager lets out a quiet hum, glancing up to see the sky darkening.

Yes, He thinks to himself, God, yes… What a beautiful time to walk back, Trent by my side, moonlight all around us… And then I’ll kiss him again, see how it goes, for real this time–

And he shoves at the phone booth door.

It doesn’t budge.

Ted and Trent exchange a glance, and it’s now the journalist’s turn to have a crack at it. He pushes the door, more refined, trying to work with the handle’s mechanisms, but… Something’s probably clicked shut amidst one of their phone calls, or when they were expressing this… Intention of theirs.

“We’re in a phone booth,” The journalist says calmly, stretching on the spot, “Well, good news. We can call for help. Who should we call, though? I’ll think of someone–”

As Trent moves back over to where the phones are, all Ted does is tug at his suit sleeve. He pivots to face the coach, who’s grinning at him.

“ What? ” He asks, practically pouting now.

“I mean, now that we know that we’re stuck here… Help will always be on hand. How does take two sound?”

“Mm,” The journalist hums thoughtfully, a small smile playing at his lips, “Oh, alright, then, what the hell–”

And Ted cuts him off completely, their lips well and truly intertwining this time.

In fact, the phone booth is almost their saving grace as they’re silhouetted and carefree, about distance, about the tastes of their lips, and all other things.

And it’s their saving grace, too, for this wouldn’t have happened if they weren’t here, trapped in space, in time, and without a better course of action than to kiss each other again, and again, and again.

Ted’s uncertain feeling only grows, and pinpointing it is still a difficult task.

Nevertheless, when the pair decide to give up for the night and relish in the quiet, they slink against the floor.

Ted finds his head snuggled up to Trent’s shoulder, and when he realises it’s there, if only subconsciously, he doesn’t move away, or freak out, or suddenly consider someone finding them here, like this.

None of that matters, not here, not now, and all is well.

#narcovember #narcovember prompt roulette #ted lasso #ted lasso x trent crimm #trent crimm #book of these damn restraints #day 13

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awsugar · 3 years ago

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do u know anything about gerard's dating history bc im so very deeply confused. it doesnt rlly matter but like. what the fuck is all this

i do know actually.

so gerard was with kat from at least 96 until 2006. its possible he was with her earlier than that, and up until a couple months ago i didnt know when they got together, but those young blonde college gerard pics that she took surfaced, and then that pic of him in the western photo op thing ALSO surfaced, and that was dated as 96. so with the hair timeline and knowing that he was with her then. so at least 10 years but its possible it was longer.

we know that he broke up with her during the tbp recording process which would have been sometime from early to mid 2006. we know this because there's a small magazine clip where he says it, and says that its "nice to not have to call someone" which is. a deranged thing to say about your girlfriend of 10 years. like HARSH. brutal as fuck. id be so devastated if that was said about me. i wish i had the picture to show you of this but for some reason i saw it once and i can never find it again even though i know ive answered asks with it before. tumblr search is horrible. but just take my word for it i guess.

so he was with kat until 2006. and then he sort of very quickly got into a relationship with eliza. theres a lot of rumors surrounding the shit with eliza, some of which is probably true and some of which is probably just rumor. but i have some timeline facts! they got together in probably late summer early fall of 2006. and were engaged by may 2007. he confirmed the engagement in june 2007. projekt rev started on july 25 2007. its unclear whether they were still engaged when it started but if they had broken it off already, it would have been within the same month most likely. if you want more info on all the eliza shit, i have an ask on my other blog here. its worth a read that shit is insane. but also it has links to the sources for gerard talking about the engagement.

so anyway, gerard had met lynz in like 2003 or something? mcr played a show with msi. he says they had a connection and hit it off or whatever but they never saw each other again after that, until projekt rev. im doing some searching but i cant find how early on in the tour those pics of them kissing by the busses surfaced. but im guessing like august? and then they were married in september.

so lets recap. in about the span of a year gerard got out of a 10+ year relationship, got into a new relationship and got engaged after like 10 months, broke off that engagement after a month or two, and then was married to someone else two months later. wack.

#anonymous #asks #im gonna make queue bend and break

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i just woke up in a cold sweat cus i realized bakudeku is that couple where when bakugou’s like “if you walk out that door we’re DONE” izuku angrily climbs out the window with his middle fingers up; and when mido turns to baku like “you WALK out that DOOR and this relationship is OVER, bakugou.” bakugou stops, drops and rolls out the front door, stands at the doorway flipping deku the bird and then storms off.

HELP AHDJSJKWKSKA

okok i sound like a broken record but im fr sorry for answering this so late aahhh

THIS IS SO CANON IM GONNA LEVITATE

no because this is exactly how i imagine them when they’re fighting like

imagine one of them gets hurt right and they’re keeling over and they’re literally wrapped up from head to toe and they’ve been advised, doctor’s orders, not to move lest they aggravate their injuries. but in true bakudeku fashion, they simply do not listen to the doctor.

midoriya, mummified, stands up to prepare for work when his beloved kacchan stops him and says “if you walk out that door we’re done” so he attempts to crawl out instead. bakugou intercepts and gently hauls him back to their bed.

the next time he broke his arm after a tussle with a villain, bakugou tries to stop his ass from leaving. “but kacchan! i want to help!”

“deku i swear to god if you walk out that shit door, we’re through.”

midoriya pauses before he unleashes full cow to yank the window open, slides out gracefully, then turns to bakugou to thrust his middle finger at him (the one from the arm that’s held by a cast), swore a bit at the pain, then summersaults away.

bakugou doesn’t even check on him because 1)he knows mido’s fine and 2)he’s having a crisis bc he loves midoriya so much but he’s getting exhausted from trying to stop midoriya’s injured ass. like yesterday after shower, he was so damn sure that was grey hair amidst his blond and the stress isn’t just because of the villains, but also because of midoriya.

ANOTHER ONE I IMAGINE, AND THIS IS SENDING ME FOR SOME REASON, but bakugou going “you walk out that door and i swear to god deku, i swear to all might, even, that i’m moving out.” AND YK BAKUGOU MADE EXTRA MEASURES TO MAKE SURE THAT THE WINDOWS ARE SEALED AND THAT MIDORIYA CANT USE THEM ANYMORE BUT HE SHOULDVE KNOWN THE LENGTHS HIS BOYFRIEND IS WILLING TO GO THROUGH BECAUSE THE NEXT THING HE KNOWS IS MIDORIYA JUST PUNCHING THE WALL TO MAKE A HOLE AND WALKS OUT FROM IT, ALL THE WHILE SMILING HIS HERO SMILE AT BAKUGOU AND BAKUGOU’S ABOUT TO DETONATE HENWJSKAM

okok but imagine bakugou’s HAHSJAHA

midoriya tried preparing recovery food for bakugou when he noticed bakugou’s opening the window slowly and quietly, trying to escape.

“bakugou katsuki,” midoriya growls out and bakugou freezes because oh shit my full name and turns to look at midoriya who’s scowling, looking ferociously cute with his glare and his yellow frilly apron. “what are you trying to do?”

“pull off a deku, the fuck you think,” bakugou easily replies then jumps out the same window that midoriya jumped out from. midoriya tries to unleash black whip to pull bakugou back in but bakugou’s always been fast so he missed.

AND THE ROLLING HBSHSJAHS

“kacchan please just rest.”

“deku, look, i love you like fuck. but i need to get out there and just throw a punch at handy mcfuck real quick-“

“no. if you walk out that door, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“…fine.” it’s not fine so bakugou simply stops, drops, and rolls. which midoriya could intercept and bakugou knew that so he fired off a mini explosion enough to rock himself forward faster and kicked midoriya lightly to disengage him from the door and safely makes it out.

OKOK BUT BAKUGOU BEING BY THE DOOR WHEN MIDORIYA COMES RUNNING FROM THEIR WORKOUT ROOM, SWEATY AND ANGRY.

“kacchan, if you walk out that door, i swear-“ but he doesn’t even get to finish because bakugou fires off his quirk and flies out, leaving soot behind.

midoriya uses flight to catch up to bakugou.

THIS IS TERRIBLY FUNNY IM GONNA CRYMLMAODISOS

#anon #ask #THE STOP DROP AND ROLL IM GONNA CRUUY #midoriya using bakugou’s full name is scary and bakugou knows #mido: bakugou katsuki #bkg: oh shit #theyrr so chaotic likr they love each other and they wanna just keep each other dafe #but also they want action and they wanna punch some villains and it gives each other grey hairs hsnansjs #bnha #bakudeku #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk #long post

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Hi I'd love love love to know more abour your ocs due to the fact that Im in love with every single one of them 🤲

Seeing this ask want to make me cry bcs someone wants to know my babies aaaaaaaaaa

Aight so this is Mamee daddy

So Mamee is the senior of the group, he met Ramen during their training days and kept on being friends to this day and eventually his right hand man. A 7ft tall giant man who has a heart of gold. He keeps in check with the group often taking care of them like a loving mother (get it cuz its Mamee hehe) , checking up on their health and cooking their favorite meals.

Though despite his kind hearted nature he can kick ass and bring down tuff enemies with one fell swoop. His work field is a weapon specialist, using heavy weaponry- such as giant butcher knife to strike down enemies but occasionally uses canons to put them down. Originally his impressive record track earned him the role of a captain but after 30 minutes of his newly appointed position he stepped down, base on what he said “ It just wasn’t for me ”. But he was going to get fired anyways mainly because he almost killed all his new recruits in his “intensive training” that may or may not landed them hospitalized for several weeks.

Samyang and Eggi

Samyang and Eggi are always seen as a pair in Tempur- A, though their origins are a mystery amongst soldiers. Samyang despite being young and newly requited soldier rose through the ranks seemingly over night, becoming one of Tempur- A’s lead scientist and was put within a team consisting of Tempur-A’s best soldiers - Mamee and Captain Man Ramen.

Samyang mostly keeps to himself, only ever seen walking around the halls to either go to the mess hall or continue working in his laboratory. His rank as well as his domineering presence, can always silence a room and seemingly nobody can befriend the man behind the cape. However, Mamee and Ramen pay no mind to that as they are seen to often to joke around and having friendly banter with him. Despite Samyang having no mouth he’s seen to be often smiling around them.

Aside from them, Eggi is the closest person Samyang has by his side. Eggi’s origin’s is even more mysterious. A few months after Samyang entered Ramen’s team, out of nowhere Eggi was seen walking amongst the elite soldiers, silently announcing his debut . After his first appearance, he is always spotted beside Samyang. Often tailing him from behind and looking around his surroundings curiously though he has never spoken a word. When spoken directly to him, he will only stare at you with his soulless unblinking eyes until Samyang drags him away. The only word someone has actually heard him say is “Egg.”

His characteristic are odd and mostly off putting to other people. Even acting almost childlike as he is often seen being dragged in hand by Samyang. His personality as well as his abilities are mostly unknown. One can only assume that Eggi came from Samyang’s home planet and Samyang kept under his wing as an apprentice. Though people even doubt that but overall Eggi’s entire existence is a mystery.

Despite his small and innocent stature people have said he is not be messed with. It is rumored that he has put Mamee in intensive care because of a mishap during training. The rumor was confirmed true base on Mamee’s word. “I had three broken ribs and was bedrest at least a month.” If someone could injure Mamee like that , it shows how much powerful and dangerous Eggi can really be.

With all four of them combined, a new team arose with tempur-A to be the most fearsome group they’ve ever seen. They call themselves

Mee Geng

#mee geng #boboiboy #ocs #wow this was long but fun #honestly theres way more lore esp eggi but ill tell in another post #always wanted to talk about them but i didnt think anyone would care #ngehehehe babies #tho would like to point out the story is a joint collab with afriend who design eggi #we have our own universe of them #tho its funny how most ppl seem to like samyang tho #ppl say he is very hot lmaoo #tempur-A #ask

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i AM odio's #1 fan this is absolutely true every day i hang out on his shoulder and call him gorgeous as he seethes for a million billion years. anyway anyway i was actually relating it more to the 4th wall breakery like. ok this requires a bit of context but to make a long story short i have a lal musical au in my head idk if its even an au i just want live a live to get the day the night slept-ed yknow. and before i watched ptutu it was just "hehe what if everything was a musical so i could see my favoritest man ever sing the deeply threatening orchestral metal ballad i know he has in him" but after ptutu it gave me inspo for a Setting. for Themez.

bc like. ok now im thinking if this was an actual Musical. what if odio was an observing 4th wall breaking narrator. like drosselmeyer. excusing the fact that a 8+ act musical would be the longest fucking thing in the world, this could also be like a show or something as long as people are singing, like. you wouldnt Know its him you'd just hear the voice of a pretentious and evil british man between breaks in episodes or whatever, popping in to point out all the tragedy in the future that our heroes dont know and cant hear and making Sure to pay extra attention to parts of the story that corroborate his ideals.

see the thing is that unlike drosselmeyer he didnt Write the stories. he knows what will happen in the story and he Hates it and as he narrates it you can Tell how desperately he wants it to take a turn, for the main characters to experience the same loss and betrayal he has, and at the inevitably happy ending of every story all he can do is Seethe. this is nowhere close to the first time he has read this story. in fact he has read all of these So many times, planning out exactly how he would twist them and only letting his spite grow stronger. and at one point (his version of the DoH) he finally does do as the in canon dialogue says and Rewrites The Tale. and we know how that goes. when he has gone and rewritten it, all hes left with is a bunch of crossed out lines and weak, self-fooling vindication.

i got off topic. basically ptutu just made me think of a new fun way to view the narrative and how odio would interact with it if they let him have more lines. i also think he would narrate the normal dominion of hate for the record it'd just be audible to the protags there, since he's not just. seething to himself there. it'd be less like narrating more like talking directly at the protags. kind of a mental loudspeaker thing thats actually somewhat canon actually with the "o foolish child" bit at the beginning. just let that happen more often.

also for the record if this was a show or something we definitely wouldn't see the narrator until the end of the middle ages chapter where he closes the cover on his own story. i also dont actually know if he would narrate his own story. i think it'd be fun if he did so you could see the Reminiscence the Drama. the clear and obvious favoritism to his own tale. but also if it werent already incredibly obvious who the narrator was i think thatd only confirm it even if oersted Did remain silent in the retelling. so realistically id think there'd just be no narrator in that chapter until oersted's final monologue kicks in, maybe instead of letting oersted read that part odio narrates it and that's the kicker. idk. anyway. yeah. i think odio should have broken the meta fourth wall to interact with the narrative more. he knows the narrative intimately after all. it fucked him over.

hi did. did I tell you where when I was watching princess tutu and thought "oh this is making me think about odio mclivealive.". because it made me think about odio mclivealive. i already had a lal musical au but it only added to it. ough.

OF COURSE YOU DID i am racking my stupid brain to make connections and. um. hm. i guess i KINDA see it in rue?? or like the themes of giving up? and of course Doomed By The Narrative is just odio mclivealive but. im kinda curious about YOUR vision here because i am not odio's #1 fan unlike you

#yknow that bit of tutu where drosselmeyer pulled her into the inner workings of the story #the doh is just odio pulling everybody into his own... its not too far off...#also with this it doesnt really Have to be reading explicitly to the audience?#like it definitely could but it could also just be. him reading all the chapters to himself and Seething.#ideally in actual format itd be a lil bit of both #most of this is just me wanting more odio dialogue #i am fully aware the man is autisti- a silent protagonist but like #the guy LOVES to monologue. he loves talking at people so bad.#he doesnt ever actually talk To people. like. at all. in canon.#so this feels like a good middle ground #for the record his narration isnt explicitly antagonizing you know how he talks in the normal canon #like dont get me wrong hes evil as hell but #more believing that the protags are misguided children who could use a lesson in sympathy for the devil #only actually giving up on showing them his viewpoint around his boss fight like in the main canon #though re: the protags can hear odio in the dominion of hate i do have a Very funny subscenario in my head #where odio's monologuing again and nobody is listening really and akira leans over to the nearest party member and goes #'hey do you wanna see something funny' and doesnt wait for a response. focuses for 2 seconds. ground immediately starts shaking violently #and a very loud 'AUGH' goes over the DoH's mental loudspeakers as akira is absolutely losing his mind with laughter #because he just psychically sent the Big Evil Conspicuous Presence to the east a mental recording of 'i staple tapeworms on my penis'#alternatively any 100 gecs song but i havent subjected myself to enough of them to say which.#while i Have had the misfortune of hearing passenger of shit.#dont ask me about actual songs in the musical i havent gotten that far #i can see odio and oersted having a couple of duets and that concept makes me feral #do i mean oersted dueting with the presence of the lord of dark? the narrator? the embodiment of his hate in sin of odio?#Yes !#the odio identity debacle is just the best isnt it #i can see an oersted/sin of odio Fight Duet definitely at least #like. specifically both of them singing two completely different and clashing lyrics and occasionally theyll get the same Word and harmoniz #my only good example of this is my eyes from dr horrible just trust me #live a live spoilers

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youssefguedira · 3 years ago

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tagged by @regina-del-cielo, thank you!!!!

how many works do you have on ao3?

what's your total ao3 word count?

147633

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

one (1) fandom and that is, unsurprisingly, the old guard

are there any new fandoms you want to write for?

if motoe counts as a fandom then yes? but im not really writing that as part of a fandom i'm writing it for me specifically. also i suppose you could count it as a tog-related fandom

what are your top five fics by kudos?

1 - Pandora's Box

2 - i fall and stumble towards the light

3 - tell him while i can

4 - red ribbon

5 - if it's true and i lost my way

which of your fics do you want more attention for?

probably deep in the woods? i feel like that one was pretty good (and my longest oneshot so far) but it didn't seem to do as well as some of my shorter/older stuff

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i do try, but i'm. not always particularly good at it, mostly because i never really know what to say and worry about sounding like a broken record so sometimes i just don't. i do read and appreciate them i'm just not very good at talking sometimes

what sort of thing do you normally write?

i've got at least three au longfics going at the moment and more that i've planned/thought about but haven't written so. i write a lot of aus. i also like angst and hurt/comfort because it's fun to write

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

a lot of my febuwhump fics had fairly angsty endings just bc you know. that's what the event was about. i can't really pick out a single one though

what's a fic that pushed you out of your comfort zone?

pretty much anything that involves kissing or the like. i am almost never happy with those scenes ever. so again no specific one

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

i have not written one yet but someday i will write my incredibly self indulgent post-movie una questione privata / motoe crossover

have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes but it was a while ago

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

can't think of any! i do intend on finishing all my wips it just might take a billion years (apologies to anyone still reading certain dark things)

what are you currently working on?

the absolute monstrosity that is my iron maiden joe fic. it may be slow going but it is going?

what are your writing strengths?

i am... not particularly sure tbh. though when i'm creating an au based on a pre-existing piece of media (see: star wars au, princess bride au) i try to mix plot points so the story isn't completely predictable. also i think i do dialogue well or at least i hope i do

what are your writing weaknesses?

cannot write romantic / kissing scenes in a way i'm happy with ever. also huge anxiety when it comes to posting certain things and perhaps a little too much dependence on validation from people

what was the first fandom you wrote for? most recent?

the old guard and the old guard

what's your favourite fic you've written?

both princess bride and star wars au are up there bc i love the concepts for both of them! also anything i've written for zelda au. and certain parts of iron maiden joe

what fic are you most proud of?

i do not know tbh. but probably all three of the fics in the then and now series simply because i have a lot of feelings about the old guard as children. and again some parts of iron maiden joe

tagging: @non-un-topo @lazynbored @even-after-a-millennia @quiquimora and anyone else who wants to!

#neon answers #thank you for tagging me!!#neon writes #kinda

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mossyvil · 4 years ago

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heres the bakugou angst that i deleted bc im a stupid idiot uhhhhhh @boosyboo9206 asked to be tagged

warnings: has nothing to do with the original concept. this was originally written in sort of headcanon format but i edited it to be sort of a one shot??? idk. theres kind of abusive behavior on bakugous part

Bakugou snapping and making rude comments isn't new to anyone who knows him. He does it to everyone, no matter how close they are to him. It has something to do with not thinking before he speaks, and the words coming out before he can stop it. Many think he does it on purpose, but most of the time he doesn’t mean what he says.

While dating him for two years, you’ve had your fair share of these hurtful comments. Most of the time they’re small things, like your eating habits or missing a spot in cleaning, and Bakugu apologizes as soon as he says it. In a way, it reminds you of a broken record-- the same apologies followed by the same harsh words.

But in all of those times, it had never been as bad as it was today. It started with Bakugou leaving for work before you were awake, which was common, but still hurt, especially when today was an important event like your anniversary. In your hope for a better day, you held on to the idea that he could have something planned for later. That helped you get through the long hours even as no messages from Bakugou popped up on your phone. Still, you held on to hope.

When the day was finally over, and still no texts came through, you allowed yourself to be disappointed. Today was such a special day, why would he choose work instead of spending it with you? Hell, even a simple “happy anniversary, babe” would have been nice. Still, there was nothing.

At home, Bakugou sat comfortably on the couch watching the news. That in itself was no bother to you, but when he made no effort to notice your presence, coupled with his form covered in an old t-shirt and sweatpants, it sunk in that he was not going to remember the plans you made months ago for this very night.

When he finally did notice you, it was with an air of indifference. Barely a glance spared before his attention was back on the news relaying the day's events. Maybe it was his nonchalonce, or maybe the way he forgot something so important, but the frustration you had been trying to hold back all day was making itself known through the cold tears that ran down your cheeks.

Bakugou must have heard the quiet sniffles being muffled by the sweater you were wearing, because he looked up at your form crossing in front of him to get to the kitchen. Just as you were about to reach the door, he spoke.

“Why are you crying?”

Stopping the hand that was going to turn the doorknob, you turned slightly to look in his direction with a meek “What?”.

Huffing in annoyance, Bakugou tossed the plate he was eating off onto the coffee table. “I said, why are you crying. You don't have a reason to.” His words struck a chord in you, deep down somewhere in your mind that knew you didn’t deserve to be treated like this. Instead of answering, you turned and made your way upstairs towards the bedroom where you spent so many nights alone.

Bakugou’s seemingly uncaring attitude to your pain allowed you to grasp his true colors, you would later realize. In all the time you had known one another, he never really cared about how you were feeling. As much as you tried to make him care, eventually it was easier to pretend like you were happy with him.

Thinking about it now, you’re grateful for that, in a way. Being with him taught you how to value yourself in a way that you needed to learn, and without him, you wouldn’t be where you are today.

Strong arms wrapping around your waist broke you from your thoughts, as did a warm voice next to your ear. “What are you thinking about, honey?”

Turning towards him, you smile at his eyes full of love for you. “Nothing. Why don’t we go enjoy the bath together?”

He chuckles, and wraps his arm around you tighter to pull you closer while you walk. “Of course, my love. Anything for the new member of the Sero family.”

In the bathtub, with your head resting on his chest and enjoying the soft scent of the bathbomb Hanta bought on the way to the hotel, you send a silent thanks to Bakugou for leading you to this moment.

#bnha x reader #bnha angst #mha angst #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst

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crispy-chan · 3 years ago

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jas darling, im so sorry you havent been feeling great. idk if we've interacted in the past, but i just wanted to say i love your blog! its always a pleasure seeing you come up on my dash, and i think i havent reached out before because you seem like a big blog and i didnt want to bother you. but it appears you want interaction so hi!! how are you??

im sorry to hear about your friend cancelling, im sure since they keep reaching out, they truly do want to connect with you, if they didnt like you anymore, theyd just ignore you, yeah? so maybe things keep coming up. it sucks, but hopefully youll get through it. maybe try and organise something smaller, if sleepovers consistently dont work? like meet up for lunch or dinner, watch a movie and then leave before people have to sleep. i know one of my friends has anxiety over people sleeping over so we generally just do everything we would with a sleepover, but leave before 10 or whatever. it might not work, but worth a try?

anyway i hope you feel a little brighter soon, know that even if it seems like people always put you second, there are people that care about you and want to spend time with you, even if theyre not very good at showing it. and if all else fails, you have us tumblr gremlins to keep you company

aelia <3

hello <3

i also don't think we have directly interacted, but i do remember seeing you in my notifs and perhaps even on my dash o.O

anyways, first of all, thank you <33 i'm really grateful for you reaching out to me. i feel like i'm just a broken record when i keep saying that half of the fun of writing is the interactions (and by that i don't mean only feedback!)

that's really sweet of you to say, i appreciate it <3 i'm just always confused when ppl call me a big blog and idk if i should be honored or if i should laugh T_T bcs i have no idea what makes people think that. for me, big blogs are the ones with thousands of followers who get all the asks, write really good stuff and actually create nice banners lmfao </3

but please, trust me when i say you're never bothering anyone!

we're all here on dumblr dot com writing ff or creating gifs, i think that speaks for itself T_T i feel like this is an escape for most of us or a way to further advance our goals in life (for the ppl who want to write profesh) but i genuinely don't think any writer/cc would be bothered by interactions, trust me <3

i'm doing pretty well ig, just a tad frustrated but what's new :>

but tbh, i'm hoping that what you say is true but it's starting to feel like it isn't... she's the only person who i really ever do sleepovers with so it isn't anything new, just that our plans never work out nowdays. it sucks bcs i know that in between the two of us having to cancel out plans, she hangs out/sleeps over at other people so like not to be that insecure bitch but i'm staring to fear that she just doesn't want to spend time with me...

thank you though, and i mean it. i'm genuinely crying right now idk what's wrong with me. i'm such an emotional person but reading this has brought me to tears.

i hope you know how much i appreciated you reaching out <33 i never want to force these things out of people but it seems like people just avoid me on purpose sometimes, ngl. my self esteem isn't exactly the highest even though i sometimes act all high and mighty...

thank you... i'm grateful to all tumblr gremlins, just letting you know :>

#mail 💌#lixiesbabyhands #this was really sweet of you #tysm #i hope you have a lovely day #<3 #sending you a big hug

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astrokid425 · 7 months ago

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i said that men would write comedy better bc they do add more of a comedic aspect to shilo and edwards relation but i think a woman writing it would be like…more serious abt it??? nothings lacking, and it it gen true that a woman writing a woman character would be. you still havent gotten off my ass about why i said it even though i put it in pretty italics and bold letters to say it was subconsciously decided and i have nothing against them.

this was just a silly lil post abt “tehe woman better than men ahahaha” then when you asked me to go into it more, i gave you a more serious response and said “oh i still enjoyed it even though it had a lot of potential but idrc, this was a silly goofy little post” and then you started crying about how the statement of what i said was “not slidining to radfem, but uncomfortably close,” which is just beating around the bush, like you wanna call me it but you know youre in the wrong or you genuinely think this

also edward cullen being based off a woman would be pretty funny. its like the “oh…i thought you were a guy!” and her just shaking her head cause its FUNNY!!! its a little joke ahaha and a little joke of tehes, honestly i dont know ur putting a microscope to this shit so bad, its a funny gag GET OVER IT!

and i think i said like multiple times (i luv being a broken record) im not upset! its a genuine mistake that can be corrected because i understand its all subconscious and everyone does have subconscious misogyny that can be corrected! heres a whole paragraph on why im upset:

wow so long! such a written paragraph

mary davis and vanya hemlocke would play VERY different roles if they had a woman playing them...just saying one perception check for vanya would making the world of difference.

just saying if mary didnt run up to a grimslayer and get unlucky would make a world of differnece.

just saying, mary wouldve been more upset at arthur and wouldve brought up him going away for trying to kill vanya (literally running to another woman) IM JUST SAYING!!! IM JUST SAYING!!!

and edward twilight would be a woman if a woman was running the suckening and i would love to see her one day..IM JUST SAYING!!!

#also sorry for ur pronoun thing #i didnt wanna check ur profile cause my ass did not care thinking this wouldnt be long #<br>#chat this has gone on for too long #erm nerd emoji calling a lesbian a radfem??? wow (however nerds say it) weowww)#guys i luv jrwi and my ass is not upset!

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stevesharrlngtons · 5 years ago

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pin prick and needle sticks.

roman godfrey x reader

summary: your solution for roman’s feeding problem is met with some resistance.

word count: 3.9k

a/n: ya im having so much fun writing again so hopefully there will be more! i hope you enjoy and if you do, pls give me some feedback (-:

also this is a repost bc this wasn’t showing up in tags

When you strode into Dr. Pryce’s office, he didn’t try to hide his surprise at your uncharacteristic appearance.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)! This is surely an unexpected visit.” Pryce pushed out of his desk chair to meet you in the middle of the large glass room.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You say politely as Johann takes the coat that’s folded over your arm.

“No, not presently. I was just about to wrap up some paperwork and go to lunch.”

“Well, I won’t keep you long. I am hoping my question has a simple enough answer.” You say as you take a seat in one of the visitors chairs across from his desk.

“So, you are looking for my expertise on a matter?” Pryce asks, taking his own seat now.

“Yes, and maybe a small favor depending on your answer.” You smile, trying to seem as sweet as possible.

You knew Johann was asked for wild favors and cover ups where the Godfrey family was concerned constantly, almost on the daily. You wanted him to be receptive to your idea and not shoot you down before he heard your pitch.

Pryce was tolerant of your presence and occasionally even fond of your acquaintance when Roman needed him for something or another. You were very bright and amiable company.

He sighs deeply, already seeming resistant, “Is this a Roman related favor?”

“Yes, but not in the way you think. It’s more like a gift I need your help in giving.”

Johann looked extremely perplexed as he placed his laced fingers on his desktop, “Now I am very intrigued. Please, proceed,”

“You are aware that Roman has been having some trouble sourcing food. Right?” You try to say everything as delicately as possible, even though you knew Pryce knew about Roman’s situation in full. Probably even more than you knew.

“Yes, I am. Unfortunately Olivia forbids me to speak with him on the matter before she does, and she refuses to do so until Roman goes to her for help.”

“Withholding access to food, sounds like an award winning mother if you ask me.”

Johann chuckles, “Yes, Olivia is nothing but selfless.”

“Selfless and maternal.”

Pryce laughs again before he asks you what is the nature of your visit in relation to Roman and his upirism.

“Like all things in Roman’s life that are broken, I have found the solution to fix them. In this case, I have decided that I will take my blood and give it to him. As much as I can give, so he will never have to worry about where to feed again.” You said this with a self assured expression, elated that you had come up with a way to help your love.

The true extent of Roman’s feeding problem had become apparent one night while you were making love.

Roman sat on his knees, your legs around his waist while he pressed his hips deliciously into yours. He had set a gentle rhythm of thrusts, ones that were illicting your mewls and calls of his name from your lips. While you were reveling in your pleasure, Roman was trembling. Desire filming his eyes as they transfixed on your jugular. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the faint thrum in your neck, your voice becoming hazy and distant as his mouth watered at the sight of your craned neck below him. It wasn’t until you grabbed his cheeks that he snapped from his thirsty stupor.

Roman tumbled off your naked form to the floor of the bedroom unceremoniously, skirting away from you until his back reached the wall, the farthest wall from the bed. You had sat up, not bothering to cover yourself as you stared at your crumpled boyfriend, who shook and stammered under his breath.

“I can’t, OK? We can’t! Not until I feed again. I don’t think I can control it- I can’t control myself.”

“Baby, it’s going to be fine. I know you would never hurt me,” You push away the remains of crumpled sheets and begin toward him, but Roman flinches aggressively.

“I can’t help it, no matter how much I don’t want too, I will. I would kill you just for a taste and I would hate myself forever.”

You wanted to offer yourself up on a silver platter then and there. Ask him to drink from you because even if he doubted his control, you knew he would stop feeding before you were in any semblance of danger. You just wanted to make him feel better, in any way you could. But, as Roman wove his hands into his hair and tugged ruthlessly at the roots, it was clear that this wasn’t going to become an argument, or even a conversation. Roman left the bedroom soon after, muttering something about the refrigerator and leeches, while you watched him leave with an ache in your chest.

You had been trying to figure out the best possible solution to Roman’s problem since. After contemplating many different avenues, you concluded that you weren’t a bank robber (even if it was just a blood bank) and hiring someone from Craigslist seemed too risky (and too weird). So, you had fallen back on your original idea from that night: Roman would drink from you.

“To be clear, you want to extract your own blood and stockpile it for Roman?”

“Exactly. I just need to know how to do it and how much I can give per week without dying of iron deficiency or something.” You nonchalantly reply.

“This is very noble of you to do, (Y/N).”

You wave a dismissive hand at his compliment, “I just want to help him in the best way I can. It’s what you do for the people you love.”

Pryce stares at you for a moment, and begins to wonder how Roman attracted you in the first place? He was sure it was the young man’s killer good looks and the charm he held with the opposite sex that first caught your attention, but you were a smart girl. You wouldn’t fall for him simply because he was a blueprint for a Greek statue or threw a few saccharine words your way. He wondered if Roman was warm and adoring? Sweet and loving and soft when he was only in your company? From what Pryce had seen first hand, Roman was kind and gentle when you were around, but only ever to you. The second Roman laid his eyes back on Pryce or anyone else for that matter, he was back to an angry frothing terror to anyone in his path.

“When giving blood for say, The Red Cross, they take about a liter of your blood which is around 15 fluid ounce. You shouldn’t give more than that a mouth, but I could give you a few supplements that could help replenish your red blood cells at a slightly quicker rate so you would be able to give blood once a week.

“You would likely need to take breaks, possibly a month on and a month off? To make sure that giving blood this frequently wouldn’t take any serious toll, or have any significant side effects on the body.” Pryce explains.

“And these supplements won’t do anything weird to me if I take them?” You trusted Pryce, but only minutely. While you felt cordial with him, you still knew to be weary of his experiments.

“No, of course not. They are all over the counter supplements and vitamins that you can buy on your own accord. I would just tell you how, when and the quantity to take.”

You sighed at his answer and laughed lightly, “So it’s all good? We could do it?”

“I don’t see why not. I could send a tech to your home to administer the IV, and possibly if this method of feeding works out for Roman long term, you could learn to insert it yourself.”

“Am I going to have like, crazy puncture marks? Am I gonna look like a junkie?” You asked, the vanity of this whole thing only now coming to your mind.

“Unfortunately, there will be noticeable marks and possible bruises from repeated insertions. I could work on something to heal your puncture marks, as I said, if this becomes a main source of Roman’s feeding.”

You nod, mulling over the information for a moment.

“When could we start?”

Telling Roman about the whole thing never even crossed your mind. To you, this was a gift that you were going to give to him, and you loved the element of surprise. It was strange, sure, but to you, this idea of yours felt totally romantic. Some women gave their boyfriends watches, or flat screen TV’s, or let them put in their ass on their birthdays; but for your boyfriend? The man who had every material object he desired and every sexual need quenched? Your blood was a perfect way to show him you cared.

You didn’t want Roman to get just one bag for the first time you presented him with the blood, so you waited four long weeks to create your mini arsenal for him. You just took to wearing long sleeves around the house and silk robes right before bed to hide the little marks on your arms. Roman, still not at his most observant from his lack of feedings, didn’t even bat an eye at your clothing choices.

After your final session with one of Pryce’s tech’s in your home, you felt giddy. You had been keeping the blood in the outside fridge until you had the stockpile you desired, knowing Roman never checked it’s contents. Tonight was the night you were finally going to give them to him.

After Pryce’s man left, you placed your newest bag in the refrigerator and went back inside to change into something far more alluring than the sweatpants you adorned currently. This was going to be a special night for your man and you wanted to pull out all the stops. You had already directed Conway and Anna to make a four course feast for the two of you before you would bring out Roman’s surprise.

After changing into the tightly fitted black dress you had picked out a few weeks ago, along with Roman’s favorite silk lingerie set, you went back downstairs to continue to set the scene for Roman when he returned from work. You scattered candles around the room and played an old jazz record to soothe any worry or anxiety from your boyfriend once he entered your shared home. You wanted everything to be perfect, he deserved it.

As you finished and Anna and Conway were wrapping up the meal, you heard someone placing a key in the front door. You turned to see Roman’s tall silhouette through the frosted glass and you couldn’t keep the smile off your lips.

When he walked through the door, he looked exhausted. His eyes were haloed in shadows and he was gaunt, his pale skin pasty and dull. He looked about ready to collapse.

Until he saw you.

“Welcome home.” You said, a wide grin on your features.

“What’s all this?” Roman asked as you met him by the door.

“I know how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to set up a nice evening for the two of us.” You replied as you pushed his coat off his shoulders and held out for Conway to take.

Roman glanced over your shoulder to see the extent of the fuss you had made for him and his shoulders visibly relaxed, “You’re amazing.”

You took both his hands and started to walk back toward the table, “That I am, and I have a little surprise for you after dinner.”

Roman tugs you to him suddenly, causing you to stumble a bit in your heels, but that only accomplished to bring you flush to him.

“Is my surprise under this sexy little get up of yours?” Roman’s eyes twinkle with lust as he moves his hands down to grip your ass.

You hum with delight, “I guess you have two surprises coming, then.”

You lean up to place a lingering kiss to his lips and Roman groans a curse as you step away from his hold.

“But for now, let’s eat and unwind. How was your day?” You ask, pulling out Roman’s chair for him.

“Better now.” He grinned, one that was without smare or ulterior motive. Just a pure smile radiating happiness.

After you chatted about your days and Roman having bitched about work to his heart’s content, you both finished the delicious dinner that was prepared for you. You had moved across the table to sit on his lap while you both shared a chocolate mousse, the gentle ping of the silver spoon against the serving glass lulling you both into calm relaxation and sloth as you ate the rich dessert.

Roman’s temple was pressed against your exposed cleavage, practically purring with the bliss he felt.

“Thank you for tonight, baby. I needed it.” He sighed, turning his head just enough to let you kiss his lips.

“Of course, my love.” You responded, stroking your hand through his hair, “I’d pluck the stars from the sky if it’d make you happy.”

“Hey,” Roman smiles, poking your side, “That’s my line.”

You giggle as Roman prodes you, “Well, while I’m taking your lines, let me take another. I got you something and I need to go and get it.”

“You know I don’t need anything.” Roman says, squeezing you once more before you got off his lap.

“This present is something you need, trust me.” You say over your shoulder as you exit the kitchen and enter the garage to get the gift box you had prepared.

Was this all very dramatic? Yes. Over the top? Of course.

But you loved pampering Roman, so you threw all cares to the wind.

As you entered the kitchen with the rectangular black gift box held together with a silk ribbon, Roman looked at you confused.

“Jeez, what is that? Is my mother’s head in there?” He asked as he watched you place the box on the dining table.

“I wish.” You chuckled, dusting your hands off on your dress as you looked into Roman’s puzzled expression, “Open it.”

Unable to even guess what could be in the box, Roman stood up and walked toward you and where it lay.

“It’s not gonna be anything that’s gonna pop out at me, right?”

“Oh my God, stop being such a bitch and open it already!” You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder as you quaked with excitement.

Roman finally pulled on the black ribbon and slowly untied it, causing the sides of the box to fall apart and reveal it’s contents.

“Surprise!” You said, jumping slightly in place, barely able to keep your excitement to yourself as Roman took in the gift.

He just looked at the blood blankly, all placed in a row before him. His mouth hung open, but he said nothing.

“How did you get this?”

“Well, that’s the extra special part. It’s mine,” You gestured to the blood, “It’s all from me.”

Roman looked up at you, and the appreciation you’d thought you’d see written all over his face wasn’t there. Instead his face was red with anger.

“How could you do this? How could you be so reckless!” Roman raged.

Your heart sank with embarrassment and grief.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Like it? Baby, why would I like you taking your blood to give to me? Do you know how dangerous this is? Do you!” You cowered under his voice, lip quivering.

“I thought you would be happy, I thought I was helping. Now you don’t have to worry about feeding or hurting anyone. I can just give blood every now and then and give it to you.” You responded, trying desperately to mend the evening.

“How did you even do this? How did you figure this out?” Roman picked up one of the bags and furiously tossed it back down.

You furrowed your brows and took a step toward your boyfriend, “OK, so don’t get mad- well, don’t get more mad I guess… but I asked Pryce-”

“You asked Pryce?” Roman shrieked, his eyes bulging from his head.

“Yes! But it wasn’t his idea, it was mine. The whole thing was my idea and all he did was help me and make sure I was safe.” You said quickly as Roman paced the length of the table in front of you.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that stupid little prick and rip his cock off and shove it down his throat!” Roman bellowed.

“Ro, it’s not his fault,”

“It is! He let you do this! Indulged you! He fucking put a needle in your arm and touched you!” It was then that Roman finally zeroed in on the small circular band aid on the inner crook of your elbow and his face passed its red hue into bright crimson.

“Pryce never touched me! He had a lab tech help me.”

“Then I’m killing the tech, then Pryce, then everyone in that fucking nut house of a lab who knew this was happening and didn’t tell me!”

“Stop!” You shouted over Roman’s angry rant, “Enough! This wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own, apparently. I fucked up, I can see that now. But I honestly and truly thought you would love this. That you could be satiated from my blood and never worry about where the next source would come from. But hey? Guess I was wrong.”

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you turned on your heel to leave.

“(Y/N),” Roman called after you but you stuck up your hand to silence him.

“No, I just want to go to sleep. I’ll see you in bed.” And you walked up the stairs to leave your boyfriend stewing in his own ire.

Stripped from your dress and lingerie, you lay under the thick covers of the bed and mindlessly watch some old re-run of a sitcom. It had been well over an hour since you had left Roman in the kitchen and each second he stayed away was another second of heartbreak and humiliation. You still weren’t sure why Roman had blown up the way he did… sure it was risky, but nothing that you couldn’t handle. You were a grown fucking woman who knew her own limits. You had picked up the supplements Pryce had prescribed you and you had been feeling perfectly fine. If you ever started to feel any effects, you knew you would head straight to Pryce or your primary doctor.

As another commercial break washed over the screen, Roman opened the door to the bedroom and peeked his head inside.

“You OK?”

“No.”

Roman sighed as he came fully into the room and shut the door behind himself, leaning against it.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the scene down there…”

“I’m sorry, too. I should have asked you first if you would have been OK with me doing this for you.” You slumped your shoulder into the mattress.

Roman just watched you.

“I just… Roman, I really thought you would like it! I thought you might even be grateful. I really meant what I said downstairs, I would give you a star if that would make you happy, I really would. And I thought helping solve your feeding problem would make you happy, and it didn’t, so I’m sorry.”

Still Roman stayed silent, just studying you, wrapped in a coil of thick blankets. He soon walked toward the bed and sat on the corner, his back facing you. He hunched over and placed his head in his hands, gently shook it side to side.

“I was never really even that mad at you, baby. Just at Pryce, I guess. And scared…”

“Scared about what?”

“Seriously? You’re going to ask that?” Roman glowered.

You kicked your foot out to the edge he was sitting on to jostle him, “Don’t be an asshole.”

He grumbled something under his breath that you sure was unkind before he continued.

“I was obviously fucking scared because this could go wrong, alright? You could get sick or stop clotting or something! I don’t know. I don’t have to be rational when it comes to your safety and health.”

You rolled your eyes at that comment, “I thought I was being rational coming up with this idea, Roman. In my head, this would solve everything. No more leeches or starving or worrying that you’ll kill someone when it gets too much!”

Roman looked back at you, his eyes intense as your cheeks heated with your outburst.

“I just-! Fuck,” He turned back around, bouncing his knee, “I don’t want you to do this for me and something bad happening. That’s it, that’s all.”

You frown and whisper his name, just loud enough for him to hear.

“And because you went to Pryce and not me… and that no one at my own fucking company told me about this. Fucking traitors.”

You shuffled your way out from the blankets and crawled your way toward Roman, placing a gentle hand to his shoulder to gage his reaction before you moved to hug him.

“I’m not going to get hurt, I promise. Pryce told me where to buy some vitamins to keep me healthy and they have been working. I won’t continue if I start to feel sick. And if by some chance I do, you will be the first person I tell.”

Roman says nothing at first, but you knew he heard you. You placed a few simple kisses to his shoulder and wound your arms tighter around his waist, snuggling to him.

“I want to know the second you start to feel anything less than fantastic, OK? If you feel faint or nauseous or even if you have a fucking headache, alright? I’m not fucking around here.” He replied firmly.

A smile spread across your face and you pressed it to his skin, “Of course, baby. No more secrets ever again.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Roman trailed off with a sigh, but leaning into your touch.

“You know,” You started, moving around his neck to see his face, “I thought the idea of you drinking my blood was very romantic. Maybe even erotic.”

Roman moved to give you a quizzical look and you only grinned wider.

“Something about giving myself to you fully, running through your veins, letting you have all of me, you don’t think that’s romantic?”

Roman’s lips began to pull into his signature smirk, “I think I was little more taken by your erotic comment.”

You giggled and playfully bit his shoulder, “I don’t know, I think about watching you drink it… about you covered in it and knowing it’s from me,”

Roman was quick to grab you and manhandle you around him and into his lap.

“Yeah?” He asked, smirk persistent as his hands explored your body.

“Yeah… knowing you drink my blood, my cum, that you’re the only one who knows my taste… it got me all hot, baby.”

Roman groaned deep in his chest as he dug his fingers into your hips, twitching his hips up against you and making your eyes flutter.

“My baby, my girl,” He hummed, leaning forward to ghost his lips over your own, “You drive me absolutely wild.”

“All better now?”

Roman just chuckles, grinding you down onto him.

“And you’ll drink the blood?”

“Yeah, fine,” And he finally kisses you.

You knew that he was playing it off now like it was nothing, but the honesty you had shown him, and the utter devotion you had just pledged, meant something to him. It meant everything to him.

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