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nova-is-a-writer-now · 3 months ago

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Hidden Embers

Series summary: You return to your home state the summer after graduating college. The relentless Texas heat, the suburban southern bubble and your treacherous relationship with your mom give you the feeling this will be a long summer. That's until Joel Miller enters the picture.

Summary: Your welcome-back party brings a re-encounter with one of your dad’s old friends, one you don’t remember looking so good.

A/N: Hello strangers, haven't seen you in a long long time. This is something that's been on the works for months now. Ideally, I wanted to put this series out when I had a good enough chunk of the story finished since I'm the most undecisive person ever. However, I wanna start posting some chapters on here as I go and then post the full completed thing on AO3. I will warn you though, it is very likely that as I write the story, I will keep on making some changes to previously posted chapters just so in the end it all makes sense and it's cohesive, I will let you guys know whenever there has been a major change. Take this as me asking the tumblr girlies to beta read this series before i publish it over on AO3. In any case, I hope the ones who decide to start reading here instead of waiting for the full thing enjoy it very much, I'm very open to suggestions, opinions and constructive critisism. :)

Warnings: Age-gap (Reader is 22, Joel is 46), Dbf!Joel, mommy issues

It was your first summer back home after graduation. The relentless Texas heat was bringing memories from your childhood that had been buried away until now, some of them felt more like dreams at this point. You had never been too good with the heat, but spending four years in chilly, gloomy New England had certainly birthed a new appreciation for it.

You weren’t sure you wanted to come back and stay for the entire summer, but your southern-to-the-core mother has a knack for getting her way. Something about “You were away for four whole years, I’m sure you can spare us a couple months before you jump right into a job in god knows where. Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up moving back and finding something around here, a nice guy to settle down with and finally get your life going.”

God forbid.

Naturally, in true southern fashion, your parents had to make your graduation celebration a neighborhood affair. A big barbeque, with all the nice people your parents grew up with, went to highschool and college with, who married and had kids with each other. People who haven’t, a day in their lives, given a single thought to what might exist outside of their perfect suburban bubbles.

You weren’t trying to act ungrateful – it was a celebration of one of your most important milestones after all. People were coming together to congratulate you and your achievements. But if it were up to you, none of them would have been invited and you wouldn’t have celebrated it like this. Honestly, you missed the trips you used to take with your dad as a kid, all the way out in the countryside. Just the two of you for a week during the summer, staying in an old cabin that creaked and shook whenever your steps were too heavy. You don't remember why you stopped going, but you wished you still did. It would have been a much nicer celebration.

None of today’s guests knew you as anything other than your parent’s daughter, the shiny new thing your mother was choosing to show off. You knew that’s how it was gonna be the second your mother told you there was no point in attending your college’s graduation party, why would you when they could make you your own celebration back home with all the nice neighborhood people instead of a room full of strangers?

Your dad had good intentions, you knew that… deep, deep down. But it had always just been the three of you, and even when it was blatantly obvious your mother was in the wrong, even when there was no way of justifying her behavior, he still stood behind her, echoing her words.

And that's how you ended up here, prepping food for your own graduation barbeque, decorating your own garden, cleaning up your own house so it would be squeaky clean for people you hadn’t seen in well over a decade. It’s what a “Do it for me, i’ll make it up to you I promise. The community is just really important to your mom” from your dad gets out of you.

You had probably been looking at yourself for a good twenty minutes now. Nothing you tried on felt quite right. It was either too formal, too casual, too revealing or too childish. This was a direct consequence of moving out of the south at the ripe age of 10; No one in Virginia taught you how to dress for a neighborhood barbeque.

Last minute you land on a blue sundress, delicate white flowers scattered around, long enough to cover your knees but not enough to make you look like you just walked out of Sunday school. You took that as a win.

At the sound of your mother loudly complaining about no one in the house ever helping (a comment undoubtedly directed at you), you decide to drag yourself downstairs. The sooner you get this party started, the sooner you could be done with it.

Rushing down the stairs, distractedly gathering your hair up with a tie, you unexpectedly bump into something – or rather someone.

"Easy, there. Where's the fire?"

That familiar voice… same old Joel Miller. A few more grays overpowering the darkness of his hair, a couple more wrinkles here and there and a deeper tan painting his skin a more caramel-y shade. But it was still him.

You knew very little about Joel, just that he was your dad’s best friend for as long as you could remember. The periodic phone calls they filled with hour-long football discussions, the christmas cards exchanged and birthday wishes texted. You remember him being around the house a lot before moving out of Texas, although the specifics of it escape your memory.

Now he’s standing right in front of you, firm hands holding you by your arms to make sure you won't lose your balance, and you’re faced with the fact that twenty-two-year-old you might be seeing Joel Miller through a different lens.

Your brain isn’t really doing what it’s meant to do, which in this exact moment would be produce an acceptable response for the six-foot-something man with broad shoulders, dark brooding eyes and a musky, woody scent that made you wanna… No. Focus.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t even see you there… I didn’t think anyone would arrive until five.” you finally reply to his expectant stare.

“No need to be sorry.” He says back, letting go of your arms once he’s sure you’re able to stand on your own. “Well, welcome home. Haven’t seen you since you were running around in mermaid tees”

Yeah, now seemed like the right time to look for a hole in the ground to crawl into.

“Oh, that’s not fair, I grew out of my mermaid phase long before we moved. I was well into boyband territory last time you saw me” you try to joke your way through the conversation, hoping the burning sensation crawling up to your cheeks isn’t as obvious as it feels.

The embarrassment of the moment would have churned your insides for much longer if Joel's mouth hadn't quirked up in a charming smirk, so captivating it was hard to believe he wasn't aware of its effect.

That on its own was already causing some conflicting feelings to boil up inside you, but then he had the nerve to let out a small chuckle he seemed to have been trying to hold back. He was chuckling... Texas’ resident grump was chuckling at your joke, which wasn't even that funny if we’re being fully earnest. Why did you like that thought so much?

You were about to say something, anything really, in a shameless attempt to see if you could earn one more of those, when your mother's approaching voice snapped you out of the haze.

“Are you gonna make me drag you in here, or will you do me the courtesy of helping out... Oh, goodness me! Joel! I didn’t hear you come in, you’re here early.” She switched gears faster than a professional racer. Suddenly, she was back to being the neighborhood’s sweetheart, her voice dripping with that sickly sweet drawl.

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry for the intrusion,” Joel replies, slipping back into his usual, almost stiff demeanor. Whatever new side you had seen of him a second ago was quickly gone. “Hank asked me to drop by a bit earlier to bring him the grill. Said mine’s better suited for the amount of meat he’s buying.”

“Oh, how that man refuses to listen. I told him we didn’t need that much meat. I'm making a whole lotta side dishes,” she whines, waving her hand dismissively. “Well, I guess everyone will be taking leftovers home then. Hank went over to the store to grab me some stuff I was missing. He should be back in a heartbeat.” She glances back at you and, in that passive-aggressive tone that almost anybody else would miss, said, “Well, sweetheart, don’t just stand there. Go help Joel unload his grill and show him what a good host you are.”

It was only your third day back home. Somehow, four years of freedom had made living in this household even more unbearable.

Smile, turn around, walk away. Choose your peace, choose your peace, choose your peace.

Heavy footsteps echo yours all the way to the garage, where Joel's truck waited. You let him walk past you to unlock the tailgate. “Your mom hasn’t changed one bit, has she?” Joel says distractedly while grabbing some metal pieces that looked like parts of his grill.

“Oh, if you only knew.” you say back, trying your best to conceal the sharpness of your tone.

He hands you the cold metal parts, surprisingly lighter than you anticipated. You were convinced he only made you carry them to let you feel useful. “Believe me, I know. Known your mom since way before you were even a thought runnin’ through her mind.”

Right. Because Joel happens to be your parents’ age and over twice your senior. One of the many reasons why getting distracted by the way his muscles flexed while picking up the grill was so beyond wrong.

“You uh… you still live a few houses up the street?” You asked, trying your best to redirect your reckless thoughts.

“Same old house.” He replies with a slightly strained voice from carrying the weight. Once he set it down in the backyard, he turned around to take the pieces you were holding onto. “Renovated some of it, built a new pool out back.”

“That sounds nice, might have to check it out sometime.” You said it without even thinking much. What compelled you to think it was acceptable to tell a man you haven't seen in over a decade you would like to ‘check out’ his pool, was beyond you.

You thought Joel would chuckle it off or maybe not even acknowledge it, which he would’ve been well within his right to do, but he looked up to you from his leaning position next to the grill and said “Yeah, I think you might.”

You couldn’t shake off Joel’s words throughout the whole afternoon.

First chance you got to zone out in between introductions, awkward small talk and getting asked the same thing for the thousandth time, your mind drifted back to Joel’s words.

He was just being polite, right? He has always been a gentleman after all. Maybe it was just the southern hospitality in him, maybe he didn’t even mean it and was just trying to be nice.

Yeah, I think you might

You were probably just reading too much into it, but the way he said it seemed like a lot more than just being polite. Or, and this is a very big possibility, it’s been way too long since you’ve let anyone take you to bed and you’re latching onto the first man who looks your way.

You try to distract your brain with the old lady in front of you instead, who’s been chatting you up about her four cats for over fifteen minutes. She’s surprisingly nice but you think you’d be enjoying her chatter a lot more if your mind wasn’t so distracted.

She notices as much. “You doin’ alright there, sweetheart?”

You brush it off as best as you can. “Oh, I'm alright. I just think the trip and the unpacking is finally catching up to me.” You stand up from the lawn chair you’d been lounging on. “I’ll go grab myself a drink, can I grab you anything?”

She smiles sweetly up at you and replies “No, sweetness, you go ahead.”

The chatter outside dulls out as you close the glass doors behind you. You don’t bother turning on the kitchen overhead lights, relying only on light seeping in from the back yard.

The chill from the fridge hits your chest as you crack the door open to grab a can of coke. Just as you pop the tab, a shadow leaning against the door frame makes you jump.

“Jesus, give a girl a warning.” you say bringing your hand to your chest trying to slow your heartbeat back down.

“Sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to scare you.” Joel's voice comes from the shadow

Darlin’ ? Lord, were you screwed.

You hoped the dim lighting was doing enough to hide the burning red that was probably staining your cheeks already, especially since Joel was pushing off of the door frame and walking over to you.

“Needed a break from the crowd too?” you ask softly, cutting through the quiet.

The corner of his lips curves up in one of his killer smirks and you can already tell that’s gonna be one of your favorite things about him. “You readin’ me like a book.”

You give him a tiny smile and take a sip of your Coke, the cold liquid a welcome distraction. “I thought you’d be manning the grill.”

He grumbles softly, the sound reverberating in his chest. “Hank’s got it covered for now. Figured I’d come check on you.”

You look up at him confused. “Check on me? Why?”

He shrugged, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Just wanted to make sure you’re doing alright. This can’t be easy, coming back after all this time.”

More than the charming smirks or the pet names or the indecipherable jabs, this knocked the air out of your chest. You were so used to everyone telling you how lucky you were, how wonderful your parents were and how great it was they could put you through college, how perfect of a life you had and how easy it seemed for you to deal with it all. You get it, that’s how it looked from the outside and you didn’t blame people for thinking that. But the truth was you had just become shockingly skilled at hiding your struggles, pretending you had everything under control and plastering a big, dazzling smile on your face.

Somehow, in the few hours that Joel has been around you, at least in this past decade, he managed to see right through this smoke screen you’ve been building your entire life to keep people from seeing what’s going on inside.

It leaves you speechless for a second. “Oh, um…” you can’t take your eyes off of him now, far too unconcerned to notice if you’re staring. “It’s been… exhausting and a bit hectic but, you know... I’m alright. Thank you for asking, Joel.” His name slips out of your lips so easily, like you could picture yourself saying it over and over again without ever burning out.

He looks down, almost like he isn’t used to doing this either, like he’s searching for something else to say. Then his hoarse voice breaks through the silence “Well, if you’re not, you know where to find me.”

With one last glance, a lingering one at that, Joel turns back and leaves where he came from. Like he didn’t just tip your entire world out of balance.

And you’re left there in the dark, trying to figure out what the hell this feeling on your chest is and why, on god's green earth, your father’s best friend won’t leave your head.

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cocoabeloved · 1 year ago

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equallyshaw · 10 months ago

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little lion | Luke hughes au! ↠ liona ovechkin oc ! x luke hughes

↠ about liona! ↠ au masterlist.

full name: liona kai oveckin

she is alex oveckhin's only child

birthdate: 10/29/2003

born in Washington, dc.

lives in green which village with her best friend's and roommate, rain, and parttime- sean.

works part time on the upper east side, as a nanny to a small family. works part time at a historic bookstore/coffee shop in west village.

graduated from georgetown prep (smart girlie)

currently a sophomore at nyu majoring in fashion, and minoring in marketing

holds american, united kingdom and russian citizenship

nickname is 'little lion' by alex, because she is a sassy and sarcastic firecracker

has a big friend group from highschool and they all follow each other to new york (summer i turned pretty cast lmao)

her mom and dad are not together, and never have been since his rookie season (in this au its 2002-2003)

alex and evgeni malkin are besties, and therefore liona looks up to evegeni as an uncle

fluent in russian and mandarin

alex and liona are each others best friend, that's his girl

used to participate in equestrian because of the schools she went to and played volleyball up until jr year of highschool

other nickames: my lioness, lili and pearl

lukes nickname is my lioness and another that will be revealed (:

huge book reader

writes poetry on the down low

only child syndrome (she hates it)

also! jack and she tolerate each other, because lets be real. they give all their sass to each other which usually ends in some sort of bickering match

HUGE olivia rodrigo fan, like diehard bazaardvark era fan

Also performed in musicals and plays throughout her childhood and highschool

her dad introduced her to andrei svechnikov after his draft, and she calls him her eastern brother (russian brat) (which jack was hella skeptical about at first, and then soon realized they just saw each other as siblings

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heliads · 2 years ago

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can i request a lydia martin x female reader? y/n is new in town and ends up getting along with the pack. she's a lot like lydia, genius smart, loves fashion, really girly, the major difference is that she's quiet and kinda shy, so everyone expects the two of them to become friends, but lydia really dislikes her and feels like she's being replaced by her. enemies to lovers, you know?

hope you like it and feel comfortable writing <3

reader: excuse me, i am smart, i am gay, i have the ability to make you jealous, i'm ~new in town~

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You are finding it hard to believe in the power of a fresh start. Everyone phrased it that way when it was first announced that you would be completely wrecking your old life to move to a town in the middle of Nowheresville, California, but you saw through it from the start. This would not be a wonderful chance to reinvent yourself, nor a blessed opportunity for trying again. This would be awful, and nothing about Beacon Hills could change that.

You already did your time of starting from scratch in a classroom you didn’t recognize back home. Home is not Beacon Hills, home is where you were born, where people knew you from kindergarten through your teenage years. Beacon Hills only has claim to you for the few years you have left in high school, and after that, you’re moving back to your hometown. So you’ve promised yourself, at least.

However, Beacon Hills doesn’t like it when its pawns and pieces get minds of their own. The only way people leave this town is through death, either theirs or that of someone they love. You don’t know that now, but you’ll learn it soon enough. It’s a lesson of inevitability for anyone daring enough to live in a supernatural hot spot even half the strength of this godforsaken town.

Death has not darkened your doorstep, however, and you go to your first day of school with only the apprehension of wondering if you’ll find enough friends to make this town worth your while. The students seem pretty friendly when they’re not judging you behind three ring binders or over locker doors, but what else is new? Beacon Hills High School is still a high school, and that means it can only be so great when you’re not one of its usual crew.

It’s a good thing, then, that you managed to stumble upon people who would embrace you with open arms. You met Scott McCall first when both of you were paired together for a chemistry lab, then Stiles second in a math class. After that, it was almost inevitable that you would join the rest of their group, their pack. If you can win over Scott and Stiles, you’re guaranteed to fit right in.

It’s nice being with the McCall crew. They watch each other’s backs, they stand up for themselves, anything you could want in a friend group. It takes them a while to trust you long enough to share exactly why that is, but even afterwards, it only solidifies the bond you have with the rest of them. Their world is strange and utterly confusing, but they’ve managed to navigate it together so far, and now that together includes you as well.

It would be perfect were it not for the presence of one person in that group. No one can understand why it is that you and Lydia Martin cannot get along, but the facts remain just as solid as always. Every time you and Lydia cross paths, you can’t escape without at least a few angry comments exchanged. Terse words are a must, and sarcastic retorts are a necessity. There’s no way kindness can prosper if the two of you have to work together.

It makes no sense. You and Lydia should be the closest here of anybody, with the exception of Scott and Stiles. Both of you are clever, among the smartest in your classes; both of you like being right, especially when it saves the lives of your friends. Malia and the rest have told you about a thousand times over that you guys could talk about so much if you would just talk to each other at all.

That, however, seems to be far easier to say than to do. Lydia won’t let you get in a word unless she’s got the upper hand, and you’re no better. You’re not talking unless you’re sniping at each other, and that’s hardly talking at all.

You’re not going to act like it totally ruins your friendship with the rest of the McCall pack, only that it’s frustrating you’ll never be able to win over the full set. You don’t need Lydia Martin to love you, though, she just has to tolerate your presence long enough to save your life if necessary, and she does that just fine.

Too fine, actually. Scott gets it into his head that you should all split up to stake out potential hunter territory to see if they’re planning something big. Seeing as you’re still new to the whole hunter/supernatural deal, you’ll have to have someone there with you to keep you alive if your cover is blown, and of all the people to watch your back, he chooses Lydia.

You tried to fight that choice as much as possible. If you have to be stuck in the dark of night with someone for an extended period of time, wouldn’t it be better if it was a person you could actually stand? Anyone else would be just fine by you. Even Theo Raeken, and the guy’s literally tried to kill everyone about half a dozen times.

Scott disagrees, though, citing this as the perfect chance for you and Lydia to finally mend some bridges instead of burning them. You may think he’s insane, but Scott’s word is law, mostly because he’s the most capable of making reasonable decisions of all of you.

This may be true, but it doesn’t mean you have to like it. You roll up to the stakeout with expectations on the ground, and when Lydia greets you with an eye roll, the bar descends even lower than expected. You’ll both be sitting in her car and waiting for something to happen, and all you can think is that three hours cannot pass quickly enough.

Lydia chuckles derisively when you climb into her car. Evidently you’re not as good at concealing your disdain for this evening as you’d like to think. “You might want to work on your poker face, sweetheart. You’re looking a little unhappy.”

“Wonder why that is,” you say, settling into your seat with great reluctance, “it’s not like I’m stuck in a car for hours with someone who hates me. Oh wait, I am.”

Lydia frowns. “I don’t hate you.”

You scoff. “Of course you do. We pick fights every time we talk. You’re even arguing with me now about how much we dislike each other.”

Lydia goes silent for a second, then: “I don’t want anyone to think I hate them. Unless they deserve it, of course.”

“I haven’t killed you or our friends yet,” you remark, “isn’t that enough for me to not deserve it?”

“It should be,” Lydia replies hesitantly.

Yet it isn’t, which is what she isn’t saying. You exhale, irritated, and turn your attention back towards the house outside, you know, like you were supposed to be doing all this time. The sun sets and disappears beneath the horizon, and once the stars have bothered to take their place, Lydia speaks again.

“It is.”

You look at her, confused. “What is?”

Lydia gestures vaguely at you. “What you said earlier. What you’ve done isn’t enough for me to hate you.”

“Then why do you?” You ask slowly.

Lydia tosses you an affronted look. “I don’t, but you seem so determined to dislike me that you think I do anyway.”

Your hackles are rising again, and you feel yourself rushing to counter what she’d just said. “Only because you never give me a chance to do anything else!”

Lydia groans. “See, this is exactly what I mean. Neither of us can say anything without the other taking it as an insult.”

You pause for a second, and when you speak again, your words are calm and cautious. “What about a truce, then?”

Lydia nods. “I’d like a truce.”

She holds out a hand to you and you shake it with as much solemnity as you can muster. It’s awkward for a while after that, both of you apparently unable to come up with things to say that aren’t direct insults, but slowly the conversation comes and then you’re finding connections between each other you never knew existed in the first place.

In fact, by the time your phone vibrates with the alarm you’d set to mark the end of the stakeout, you find that you’re almost disappointed to leave the car. Lydia must feel the same way, because she only lets you go with a promise to meet up later to talk. For real, this time. Truce continued without the forced proximity of a stakeout.

You end up meeting Lydia later that week for coffee, then two days later for a study session, then again for a review of your favorite fashion house’s spring collection. The meetups seem to follow each other in waves, no one ever enough to make you tired of her company. If anything, it only makes you want it more.

You never really considered what the others must think about the abrupt 180 in your interactions with Lydia until you’re at a pack meeting about a month later and Malia confronts you about it.

The meeting is over, and just as you’re letting down your guard and pulling on your coat, Malia calls something out to you in typical no-nonsense Malia fashion.

“So,” she says with unimaginable confidence, “how long have you and Lydia been dating?”

You feel every bit of air leave your lungs, and it takes a few seconds for you to recover enough to sputter out, “What?”

Malia spreads her hands. “How long have you been dating? You guys are together all the time. When did you first get together?”

Across the room, Lydia looks as if she’s just been shot. “We’re not dating, Malia.”

Malia frowns. “What do you mean? Of course you are.”

She looks as if she’d like to spend at least a few minutes more explaining all the ways you’re totally in a relationship with Lydia when Scott gently but firmly guides her by the arm out of the room. He winces over his shoulder as he goes, mouthing something like sorry about that and I’ll talk to her about it, I swear.

You and Lydia are left staring at each other in complete shock. “Crazy mixup she had there, isn’t it?” Lydia asks faintly. “I mean, who could have even thought…”

You shrug weakly. “I mean, is it really such a leap? We go places together without anyone else all the time. We have inside jokes. You have my contact saved in your phone with a heart next to the name.”

Lydia shakes her head. “That’s just because it’s your favorite color. There was no other shape with it. You know that.”

When you stare at her for a moment longer, her eyes clear. “Oh, I see how that could look to someone who wasn’t there.”

“What if she wasn’t entirely wrong?” You ask as casually as you can, “you know, it does look like we’re dating. We might as well just go ahead and make it official.”

Lydia blinks in surprise, then: “Y/N L/N, are you asking me out?”

It takes everything in you to not turn and run. “Are you saying yes?”

Lydia laughs. “Yes, I think I am.”

You think you might owe Malia a favor after this. Intentional or not, she finally managed to get you and Lydia together. That’s at least worth saving her life a couple of times.

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cloveroctobers · 1 year ago

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 12. Richie Jerimovich

PROMPT is from here and I’m using: “What do you mean you’ve never gone trick-or-treating?!”

A/N: it’s canon in my head that when richie is ready to find a new love interest that they will be plus sized idk that’s just what my brain tells me. This reader is also plus sized and could be a potential love interest but this falls in line of somewhat platonic?

WARNINGS: language, triggering matters such as ED, plus-sized reader, + some childhood verbal bullying.

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Halloween or fall season wasn’t really Raquel’s joy. She was more of a Christmas girlie by all means but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t attempt some fall things. Take right now for example: she had her hands deep into the guts of a pumpkin, the stench of the vegetable almost made her gag and it happens every year where she’s reminded that she prefers dealing with squash much more. Yet here she was, scooping out the insides and allowing the stringiness to get caught underneath her tortoise nails; zoning out after browsing dreadful Facebook.

Raquel’s tunnel daze is dragged away after harsh kicks are sent right to her door. She’s blinking rapidly as she comes to terms that the sound is coming from outside and not from her head. The 5’10 woman pulls her hands from the pumpkin, ready to move over to the sink to rinse her hands quickly but settles for wiping them on her half apron, then jogs over to the door.

“Who is it?” Raquel questions, disliking that she doesn’t have a peephole but is aware that she could lean over her couch to peer out the window.

The reply is instant but muffled, “your best dream come true! C’mon it’s me, open up!”

Raquel smiles at this, “sorry. I don’t know anyone by, ‘c’mon it’s me!’ Maybe you have the wrong house?”

“The same house that I’ve been over a jillion times before?! I don’t think so sweetheart.”

“If you been here before, how come you don’t have a key?” Raquel continues to play along.

Richie huffs, “I can barely keep up with my own keys so we both know giving me another would probably be a lost cause.”

Raquel unlocks the door soon after and welcomes the fresh 62 degree weather of the early afternoon in before her friend. “Richard, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

In richie fashion, he barges into the condo, kicks squeaking against wood laminate floors as he enters, holding a plastic bag up in the air for the dark haired woman to see. Closing the door behind him, Raquel spins on her fuzzy socks to follow richie right to the eighty-eight square feet modern kitchen.

“Those stools still haven’t come in?” Richie states the obvious as he eyes the outside of the bare counter.

Raquel sighs, “they’re now apparently on back order but it took me to contact them in order to get that information.”

“Shit,” Richie comments, “told you just to cancel the order, get your money back, and we can go down to TJMAXX to get a way better steal than what you probably paid for two of those chairs.”

It’s funny how richie used to give Raquel crap for her weekend errands and now he didn’t mind attending when he could.

Raquel leans her elbows against the counter with a smirk, “that maybe true but I wanted quality over bargaining.”

Don’t take this the wrong way, she had plenty of decor pieces that she just purchased from that exact store but she wanted something a little more upscale since she didn’t exactly have the space in this condo to make a formal dining area. A friend suggested getting a round table to place towards the path of the walkway from the entrance but Raquel decided against that since she didn’t want the second bedroom to be blocked whenever company exited.

Although it was only Raquel and her gray hairless Sphynx, Archibald. Majority of the time Raquel was traveling to other events and her friends’ home and rarely had gatherings at her place. Perhaps it had to do with her own trust issues after facing a break-in last year at her old apartment prior but Raquel was fine with forming a shell around herself.

It was necessary yet that shell came down a bit whenever Richie was around.

“Ah, Suit yourself!” Richie pulls out the items he’s brought with him, “anyway! I brought over some goods for your Sunday dinner.”

Raquel quirks up a brow, “you did?”

“Oh please, don’t look so shocked.” Richie peers over at the woman who grins at him, “it’s nothing big just some shit I got on my evening with Chef Terry, Garrett, and Jessica.”

Raquel sat up some, reaching to move the empty bag to the side now to eye the objects near by. She picks up a jar first and nods, “mint-jelly? Let me guess, some if not all of these things are things you tried but ended up hating.”

Richie rolls his eyes, knowing he’s been caught. “Whatever! I asked Syd what the purpose of that shit was after Chef Terry recommended it and Syd said it pairs well with certain meats and I know lamb is actually one of your favorites so I thought of you.”

Raquel bares her teeth into her bottom lip as she cracks the jar open, sniffing at the sweet but tart aroma and shrugs, “well thanks for thinking of me, rich. I’ll definitely try this out next time I make lamb.”

She steps towards him to peck him on the cheek and Richie fans her away as she goes back to look at the other objects.

“What’re we having tonight then if it’s not your best dish?!” Richie starts swinging his hands back and forth, then scrunched his nose up after noticing the pumpkin, “please don’t tell me it’s that bullshit over there?”

Raquel glances at the pumpkin and laughs to herself, “no. That’s solely for decor purposes only.”

“Oh thank fuck, I thought you were gonna tell me you’re obsessed with all things pumpkin now and then I was gonna have to cancel your ass.” Richie wiped the faux sweat from his brow as he turns, arms hunched behind him as if he’s ready to launch himself up onto the counter.

Raquel sends him a warning glance and Richie scoffs, choosing to pick the charcoal gray sectional in the adjacent living room instead.

“You could never cancel me, Richard.” Raquel informs as she places the new items into their designated spots before turning back to wash her hands, “you love me too much.”

Richard tilts his head before reaching for the remote, “yeah I do, so don’t you forget it.”

Raquel sends him a soft smile which Richard holds dear to his heart with his wide blues, before flicking the tv on, making himself right at home.

And it’s just like any other typical Sunday, with Richie coming over to watch some game Raquel didn’t care about but would still be near, either doing her “grandma activity,” which was cross-stitching or commenting here and there (while cooking) after finding out which team they should be rooting for. When commercial breaks start, Raquel is just finishing up the last pumpkin she’s been working on to place on the outside of her front door.

She waves at a neighbor, Antanios who lives on the top floor and lived here the longest with his teenage grandson (after his mother passed), who’s sitting on the shared patio set reading the newspaper.

“Looks nice, Azizi. Can’t wait to see what you do for Christmas.” The elderly man comments with a wink, playfully glancing upwards towards the second floor, where your other neighbor, Clarise—who was in her mid-fifties; who Raquel playfully called her auntie—liked to battle her with the outdoor decor whenever Christmas came around.

Thankfully Raquel found peace in this neighborhood and with solid neighbors. Although she was youngest here—not counting Antanios’ grandson Elias, she found a sense of belonging here like she never did before.

Raquel smiles at the man, “and I can’t wait for your review.”

Antanios dips his head, turning his attention back to the newspaper. He was always the one to settle the score and was always fair, which was humorous in a way considering he was a retired district attorney. It was only right in Raquel and Clarise’s eyes to have Antanios tell it to them straight.

“Tell Richard I said hello.” Antanios said, keeping his eyes on his paper.

He was a quiet but observant man who noticed it all. However it was no secret that Richie was one of the main ones that always kept coming around to visit the tenant on the last floor.

“Hey Antanios!” Richie yelled from the couch before Raquel closed the door, but not without seeing the man smirking to himself.

“Uh hello! I was just about to have a conversation with my favorite person at this place.” Richie frowned as Raquel laughed at him.

“I’ll save him the trouble,” Raquel stated as she went back into the kitchen, “and Archibald and I definitely take offense to that.”

Richie doesn’t flinch as the mentioned cat jumps onto the arm of the chair by his head, arms making room for the gray cat to make themself comfortable right on his chest.

Richie scratches the animal, “Why? Antanios is my guy! I have real conversations with that man when I crash here and you fall asleep on me! It’s like you always think he’s not listening but he’s got wisdom like he’s fucking buddha or something.”

Raquel nods at that but can’t help but to snort, “is this your way of telling me I should get you a Buddha necklace for Christmas this year since you found your calling and all that?”

Richie thinks about this, “I mean shit, I’d wear it but don’t think I’m gonna be out here bald like this uncooked cat here.”

“Don’t talk about my baby like that.” Raquel warns.

Archibald meows and Richie laughs, “he knows it’s all love but he’s definitely given me a few heart attacks sneaking up on me during the night.”

Richie’s never had a pet before in his life so he really didn’t know what he was missing. Now he has Raquel in his life and Eva’s been over a few times before which sparked her interest in getting a hamster or bunny. Tiffany was against it because she felt that would be more work for her but richie just wanted to make his little girl happy and believed if you taught Eva how to tend to it, she would do a good job. She just had to find her footing is all and Richie felt there wasn’t anything wrong with that. Which is exactly why he was setting some money aside to get whichever one Eva chose.

“Bacon and spinach stuffed chicken or honey glazed salmon,” Raquel clapped to get Richie’s attention after he dived back into the game.

Richie took his time answering, “huh? Uh, the chicken.”

It’s Raquel’s turn to hum at him but soon another commercial comes on, making Richie annoyed as he jumps to his feet. When he faces Raquel he notices that she’s got her attention on her phone while still holding the packages of meat.

“Fucking commercials are killing me!” Richie hisses as he makes his way into the kitchen to raid the fridge for a beverage.

He cracks open the soda and sips from it, then plucks the salmon from Raquel’s hand to place back into the fridge. Which was always fully stocked despite the fact that she was constantly traveling every other weekend being a web designer. It wasn’t unusual for Raquel to get quiet on Richie but the zoning out was what become concerning, especially when he snapped his fingers in front of her face to not receive any answers.

It wasn’t until he yanked up her phone to bring it to his attention. Richie looks at the photo of some lady named: Brooke Weisel-Heeni who has her hand resting on a very large baby bump in a wedding dress followed by a large sized wedding ring and another set of hands covering her’s. Richie didn’t have time to read the caption before Raquel snatched the phone back to place face down.

“You never told me how dinner went with the michelin crew? Any progress with Jess?” Raquel says, suddenly back down to earth as she moves to search the kitchen to cut open the package of chicken.

Richie blinks, “we can get into that later. Who’s this Brooke lady that you were cyber stalking?”

“If I wanted to stalk somebody, she would be my last choice.” Raquel retorts making Richie quirk up his brows.

Richie silently thinks to himself on how to approach this. Clearly there was something touchy about this Brooke person and he didn’t like how Raquel was moving about it either.

“Okay…then…how do you know her?”

Raquel shrugs her shoulders, “we went to middle and high school together and remained friends—Facebook friends.”

Richie sips from the can, “just Facebook official, I get it. So…was there beef I need to know about? Do I gotta hate the lady too?”

That earns a crooked smile from Raquel.

“I’m thirty-three years old! What am I doing being still hung up about how she treated me back then?! Especially since I considered her a friend in middle school. Yes, kids can be some motherfuckers but I mean people can change and you grow right? But I don’t like that I’m feeling a way seeing this hard launch of a wedding and pregnancy.” Raquel starts to vent but Richie feels he’s still missing out on the context.

One thing about Raquel is that she only lets, “motherfucker,” slip out is when she’s highly frustrated about something. So richie knew this was serious business.

“Hey, I’m not judgin’,” Richie raises his hands, “I’ve got, I think two assholes that neither Mikey and I were cool with back in the day on my page but that other assclown? Griffin Georgiou?! Yeah! He tried to add me, ripped him a new one and blocked him immediately after he kept trying to go back and forth wit me.”

Raquel sighed with her head thrown back, making Richie nudge her with the back of his hand, “if you wanna talk about it, lay it on me. If you don’t, then we move on but I’ll lock in that this Brooke lady is on my shit list.”

It’s the fact that she’s getting choked up talking about this, that doesn’t sit right with Richie. However he knows boundaries and realizes not to push them when they came to Raquel. So he eyes her as she’s on autopilot, getting ready to prepare the Sunday dish. It’s silent besides the football game on the tv and he moves beside her, watching her and picking up on what he can do to help prepare dinner.

“…what’s on the agenda for Halloween?” Richie changes the subject, “I hope you got the good shit for the little rascals and also for me because I’m definitely coming over later to eat your stash!” Richie tells the friend beside him as he works on cleaning the spinach.

Raquel lifts her shoulders, “I uh—haven’t thought much about it? Probably get off work just to head over to the bar or go to the bar after work and come home to have a chill night in or give to the kids.”

“Sounds good to me,” Richie replies, “let me know if you decide to give candy because Eva and I will definitely roll through.”

Raquel let’s a small smile greet her lips. She was glad that richie was making the effort to be a better parent to his child and attempting not to create the same disruptive pattern his parents had him in. Eva’s a bright girl, a little on the shy side but as soon as Raquel brought out a mini water color kit that she had stored away for traveling purposes, Eva seemed to lighten up.

“Aw! Let me guess? She’s going as Taylor Swift?”

“BOOM! You got it!”

“Which era?”

“The fact that you know that’s a thing when you’re not a swiftie is impressive.” Richie comments, making Raquel roll her eyes.

Richie laughs a little, “Eva’s doing the lover era. Lots of colors, which I’m not surprised considering I have a little artist on my hands. Tiff’s going for—I think she said evermore.”

Raquel nods, a smile twitching on her lips as if she knows much about either, “and what’re you going for?”

“Do I go with fearless or 1989? But make it manly since I got to keep my street cred high,” Richie puffs out his chest which makes Raquel pull a mocking face, “and risk the chance of scaring my child with adding horror elements to that theme while potentially pissing her mother off? Or do I not dress up for trick or treating?” Richie rambles, which means he’s given this some thought.

Raquel speaks, “I don’t know…isn’t one of the points of trick or treating supposed to be getting dressed up? I’ve never been.”

Richie almost drops the bowl of cream cheese, spinach, mozzarella, and spices mixture that the chicken is supposed to be stuffed with, “What do you mean you’ve never gone trick-or-treating?!”

Raquel glances over her shoulder hearing the oven beep, signaling that the oven was set at the right temperature. “It wasn’t something that was encouraged for me. I didn’t really get to celebrate Halloween like the other kids or even my older brother, who was the popular kid.”

“Why?”

“A combination of things: Brooke, my Bulimic mother, my weight.”

Richie deeply exhaled.

“Sixth grade. I was always heavier than everyone else, always at the doctor to make sure I didn’t have any medical conditions that contributed to it but my pediatrician always reassured that it’s just baby fat and that it would fluctuate once I grew, story of my life!” Raquel humorlessly laughed, “as if my father didn’t come from that same body type. I was never overweight but the minute you’re not petite or shaped like a pencil in anyone else’s eyes, you’re fat and disgusting. Anyways the short story? Brooke and I were friends in middle school, she was having a Halloween party after going trick or treating. She said she forgot to give me an invitation and was about to give it to me in class but the other girls that she already invited said they wouldn’t want a piggy to eat all of their candy if I came. Know what Brooke did? Laughed right with them and kept my invitation in her backpack. I cried about it for the rest of the day and when I got home to tell my mom about it she said to me, ‘well if you wore clothes that actually fit then maybe they wouldn’t say those things to you.’”

Richie clenched his eyes shut, “that’s so fucked up and I’m sorry those turds made you feel that way! You know none of that negative bullshit is true then or now? They’re the ones who missed out on having a good person in their lives. Screw ‘em!”

Raquel rolls the tension from her shoulders, “Thanks for saying that. It’s something I’m always working on and loving this body that’s been given to me. And this isn’t some pity thing I’m trying to throw out there because I love who I am. It’s just seeing her face after all this time—I’m hardly on Facebook—pop back up on my feed caught me completely off guard.”

“Trust me, I get it.” Richie reassures, “…did she ever apologize?”

“Yup when we were both in our second year of college. Two Ohioan girls in New York, me in NYU and her at Brown University. She felt the need to update me about her college experience in the DM by the way, I never asked. I feel like she only apologized because of my friend Tommy though. He’s…unhinged. But I left her on read too which didn’t make me feel any better…but enough of my childhood trauma! Tell me about Michelin.” Raquel used the back of her hand to wipe at her damp eyes.

Richie ignores this and questions, “you wanna go trick or treating with me and Eva?”

“Huh?”

“You’re going!” Richie decides for Raquel who frowns.

“I can’t do that,” Raquel quickly shakes her head, “don’t know if you noticed but I’m grown now.”

Richie scoffs after eyeing Raquel’s profile, “oh I’ve noticed sweetheart…but Isn’t that what they say about adulthood, that you’re supposed to heal your inner child or whatever?”

“Where’s Richie and what have you done with him?” Raquel scanned the room with a hand above her brow.

Richie elbows her as they both share a laugh.

After awhile Raquel claims, “I don’t even have a costume or idea.”

“I mean…you could always join the era’s tour.” Richie kept a straight face as he peered over at Raquel who scrunched up her nose, “C’mon Rocky! Be one of us! There’s even friendship bracelets.”

“No, thank you.”

Richie began to move in a body roll as he screams, “'Cause we nеver go out of style, we nеver go out of style!”

Raquel widens her eyes in horror, “Oh god, what are you doing? Stop that and please sing anything else!”

“Okay.” Richie thinks to himself before belting, “Cause when you're, fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them!”

Raquel flinches as Richie’s voice booms off the walls of her condo, “I think we found which era you should really be. You felt that in your soul didn’t you?”

Richie clears his throat, “yeah, I think so but I don’t want anymore of your haterade when we come scoop you up. I’ve been growing out my hair too so maybe fearless is the best era to go with after all.”

“Did Jessica convince you to dye it blond too?” Raquel teased, peeking at Richie’s hair that did look a bit fuller compared it’s usual buzzed cut—now that he pointed it out.

Richie frowns over at Raquel, “damn you’re being nosy about Jessica!”

“Hey no need to get defensive,” Raquel smirked, “I’m just trying to see if you picked up on any vibes.”

Richie sucked his teeth, “I’m picking up on you scrambling around from choosing a damn costume!”

“I really don’t want to impose on you and Eva’s quality time.”

“What?! That kid loves you. Not as much as her old man but she likes you because she knows you and I are great together—the best of friends!”

“Don’t tell Fak that, he might get jealous.”

Richie scoffs, ready to toss a spinach stem her way, “as long as you don’t tell this Tommy person that.”

Raquel snorts, “believe me, Tommy does not give a damn who I keep around as long as they don’t mess with me or his business.”

It was apparent to Richie that Raquel only casually mentioned this Tommy person from time to time and he’s met her other friend, co-workers, and even her arrogant older brother but Tommy seemed to be this sort of invisible force that Richie never had the chance to meet.

Richie could live with that as long as he didn’t bring any trouble to Raquel’s door.

She already had Richie right by her side for some good trouble whenever she needed him and it had to be vice versa on Raquel’s end too right?

Well…a decade of friendship regardless of their age gap solidified that as Richie tossed a wrist over Raquel’s shoulder to place a kiss to her temple which she leaned into.

Her own personal safety net, which was never too far from her reach.

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Read my final 2023 fall prompt here.

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the lack of sable ward x readers there are in the internet is CRIMINAL!! anyways can i ask for headcanons with sable ward x fem! survivor! reader that is basically almost the opposite of her? She’s shy first but a social butterfly as soon as she gets comfortable w/ someone, girly girl, overdramatic, kind of impulsive, super fashionable, super high maintenance, and certified yapper lol. She loves perfumes and would smell like coconut with a hint of Vanilla. Their relationship being very similar to nana osaki and nana komatsu from nana. Reader overall has the same personality and clothing style as Nana Komatsu from Nana. However she shares similar interests with sable! Having major interest in horror, supernatural, gothic and all things macabre growing up! thank you <3

I feel so bad for kinda ghosting and taking forever to make this! I haven't seen Nana so this still might be out of character and inaccurate to what you want! Again I am sorry!

>>DBD Masterlist<<

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When Sable first met you through Mikaela she didn't really mind you. You were shy and didn't speak often, but that all changed after you met a couple more times.

She quickly came to the realization that you were a chatterbox and very impulsive. You would do reckless things before thinking. (And this carried on to the trials too).

Before You, Mikaela and Sable all got transported to the entity's realm you all would hang out, going shopping a lot. At first Sable didn't really like it, going shopping for cute clothes and perfumes, but after a bit she slowly got used to it. She especially got used to it when Mikaela went missing.

Sable knew that you were high maintenance as soon as you both started shopping together. She noticed all the cute and girly outfits you would get, the very specific perfumes you would get that smelled like coconut and a bit of vanilla.

But she also noticed that you loved some things like horror, gothic, etc. She noticed this when one day you suddenly ran off to a store, making her follow her. When you got into the store she saw you look around and quickly pick out a famous horror movie figure.

After a while you and her would get some matching gothic clothes and horror merch. She never thought twice about paying for the items. She even sometimes buys some cute things for you when she notices you looking. Sometimes she would decline to get you the item before buying it some time later as a surprise for you.

Now... Let's get to the entity's realm.

After Mikaela went missing you and Sable got closer, becoming close friends. Nothing more at the time.

Everything changed when you suddenly disappeared.

Sable was of course worried when Mikaela went missing, but she focused on helping you. When you disappeared she was extremely worried.

Sable searched for you for a while. When she couldn't find you she resorted to taking a perfume of yours and one of the cute plushies she got for you. She did this because the smell of coconut and vanilla reminded her so much of you, so she always had something that had that smell to comfort her.

When Sable go transported to the entity's realm she saw Mikaela first, and after talking for a moment Mikaela mentioned you were there too.

Sable immediately perked up and asked Mikaela to lead her to you. Mikaela didn't hesitate, leading her to your tent you had.

When Sable entired your tent she saw you wearing one of the horror movie shirts she bought for you. She quickly went to you and hugged you tightly, happy that she finally found you again.

You of course as well hugged her back, tightly embracing her and even tearing up a bit. Everything seemed much more bareable in the realm now.

The first time Sable got into a trial with you she immediately saw your impulsive tendencies appear. Sometimes you would try to get the flashlight save or the pallet stun to save a teammate, or you would try to get the killer's attention on you.

That worried her a lot, she was always worried you'd get hurt and get killed.

After her first trial with you she expressed her concerns with you, and you quickly got a little defensive. Suddenly she had kissed you, trying to calm you down (but it made you blush and squeal and overreact instead).

When you finally calmed down you two talked it out, listening to each other and understanding each other's concerns. She then confessed to you as well, before kissing your cheek, making you blush and squeal again.

#dead by daylight #dbd #sable ward #sable ward x reader #dbd x female reader #headcanon #female reader

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rollinouttahere-writes · 11 months ago

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What is Lucky's fashion sense like? (Since she's from our world, but is now in the One Piece world) I imagine that going to a different world would drastically affect her fashion, although I could be wrong.

What is Lizard's fashion sense like? (Lizard went from being under the care of Sir Crocodile to being with the Strawhats.) I'd also imagine her sense of fashion would change drastically for obvious reasons.

Does Doll dress differently from when she was with Shanks in order to avoid being immediately recognized?

Short: How does the Straytrio dress?

Lucky doesn't have an official fashion sense since she's a reader insert and I do try to skirt around the details of her clothing, so take this with a grain of salt because it's entirely optional.

Most of Lucky's clothing is what she wore back in high school because she doesn't have the money to go clothes shopping often and when she does it's at a thrift store.

Her closet consists of graphic t-shirts and well worn jeans (lots of distressed jeans that her mother hated). Any new clothes she gets tend to be loud in design and unique. She is not a sad beige girlie.

Lizard's clothing used to be whatever was in fashion and was quickly shuffled out as what's in changed. All of it was designer and to this day she has a really good eye for authentic pieces versus knock-offs.

Now that she's with the Straw Hats and has become much more frugal upon learning how money works, she has toned things down significantly. Her priorities for new clothing is for it to be sturdy and provide a wide range of movement. She has a preference for shades of green and other more natural colors.

That being said, she does still enjoy a chance to dress up once in a while for undercover missions in high end places, it's nostalgic. She also enjoys wearing rings regularly, though that's more about punching people than for the sake of fashion.

Doll had a major change in fashion after getting with the Straw Hats. Shanks not only bought all of her clothing with no input from her, he also picked out her outfit every morning. How much he infantilized her reflected strongly in the clothing with all of it being very frilly and cutesy (think lolita fashion).

Now that she's free she is eager to dress more her age, but over shoots that in her desperation and has a sort of librarian vibe going on. She leans towards muted colors and prefers clothing that is soft and loose.

She does not know what color coordination is or how to properly layer clothing, but Lizard helps her out with that.

#strays au #lucky break #crocodad series #playing with doll #dummyduck44 #i still see lucky as a reader insert but lizard and doll have fully turned into ocs at this point

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lucacangettathisass · 1 year ago

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SALT FROM WATER

"I don't understand, everything seemed fine! And you leave me for some 18 year old?!"

"It's not that simple, Mikasa..."

Everyone had told you that college would be hard, a big step up from high school, a 'world rocking experience'. And you had convinced yourself that you were prepared for that.

Unfortunately, no one bothered to mention how much harder it would be when your boyfriend's ex and friends are convinced you're an air headed home wrecker.

Featuring: eren x fem!reader, past eren x mikasa, the eldians are Jewish (that's basically a given for all of my modern aot fics tbh), reader is converting to judaism, slight age gap (eren is a college senior reader is a freshman), overly protective zeke, whirlwind romance, fashion design major reader, Eren’s friends are super mean rip, bitter ex mikasa, the marleyeans are nice tho, eren plays basketball, reader is hyper feminine/a girly girl, massive tw for childhood physical abuse, simp eren, fashion theory and history, Russian literature, beauty pageants

@blckbrdlove lmk if you wanna be tagged!

#eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #modern aot #aot x reader #aot fic #someone needs to surgically remove me from this man's cock

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blurredcolour · 8 months ago

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Okayokayokay, now that I've digested and reread the chapter approximately 5000 times, I'm ready to talk about it.

PART 6 WAS PERFECT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS OVER CRIES IN TRUST SERIES

I can't even imagine how jarring it must have been to the reader to be back stateside after years in the war effort. And so suddenly too. One day you're sitting in briefing, discussing war strategies, and the next you're helping your mom grow cucumbers. Literally, how do you even cope with that?

I love that reader is keeping up with her knitting though 🥰🥰 Very insensitive of Zig Zig to be born in the summer and making her mom wait six months before she starts using the warmer wool garments smh.

I KNEW HER FATHER WAS BUILDING A NURSERY IMMEDIATELY!! A little project to distract him from the loss of his son and the impending arrival of his granddaughter. Love that for him. Also, I just know that he narrowed his eyes every time he saw Bucky's portrait in Clara's room like "your days are numbered if you don't do the right thing, Major >.>"

As usual, the letters were perfect. "Please let her know I'm thinking about her" aka not Bucky already wanting to make a good impression on the in-laws. "All sorts of baby animals" & "some have theirs in the summer" aka the army is so lucky these two are not codebreakers, they are so bad at this LMFAO. Alan Turing would have been in tears if they had been assigned to his team at Bletchley Park. And reader underlining "safely" in her letter? Please, she knows him so well. And him wanting to know how SHE is like stop, I love them. ALSO "film has always failed to properly capture the radiance of the sun" aka the moment I ✨ died ✨

And I love love love how reader keeps him informed of how his team is doing in the MLB. This is true love, people.

But let's take a moment to thank modern technology because like, six weeks to get a letter?? Letters are romantic, sure, but I don't know how these people cope with living in this Schrodinger's Cat situation. Couldn't be me.

Baby Clara "Zig Zig" Mae Egan, a trailblazer from birth. One of the first GI Bill babies? Please, this girl is set to conquer the entire world while her parents clap and encourage her in the background. I love how reader only sees Bucky in her because I BET that aside from the "Dumbo ears", Bucky only sees reader in Clara. I love this little family so much.

AND WE WERE BLESSED BY A BUCKY POV MOMENT AGAIN, THANK YOOOOOOU!! I just know Bucky went around camp showing everyone the pictures and the footprints like "this is my famous doll and this is our perfect daughter." And the pictures were always in his pocket for the harder times at camp. He also immediately went to Alexander in "draw me like one of you French girls" fashion. Poor guy thought Bucky was going to ask for a map of all the guard towers in the stalag, but nope. He needed a portrait to send back home to his girls.

A round of applause to Buck who apparently has a gift to scare reader shitless at any opportunity. Girlie for sure complains about this to Marge, who finds it utterly hilarious.

I have no words for them seeing each other again after almost two years. It was so sweet, and so tender, and sooo perfect.

But honestly reader's family is soooooo unserious. I died when they were like "Bucky can't sleep on the sofa, he doesn't fit there" like, babes, what are you talking about?? I thought y'all would say he couldn't take the sofa because he just escaped The Horrors™️. "He's simply too long" like dndiashdisohdio

BABY EGEN #2 WAS MADE THAT NIGHT ON READER'S CHILDHOOD BED THIS IS CANON.

I hope that morning reader pulled her little baby album and showed Bucky all she documented from the first months of Clara's life. And my headcannon is that Bucky planned Clara's first birthday party himself to make up for the time he lost in a way. Called Buck like "you and Marge have plans for the 22nd. If that's the day of your wedding, postpone. The fact that you haven't come meet my kid yet is frankly insulting. See you soon, bye." And just like me, Clara will take her first steps on the day of her first birthday, I'm speaking it into existence.

I love how reader and Marge started a friendship already. How did they find each other? And the other girls (Vi, Mary, Beth, and Myrtle)?? Has reader told them all about little Clara too?

And as I told you in the DMs yesterday, baby Clara will be the star of Buck and Marge's wedding. All the guys that were in the stalag with them will act like they're meeting a celebrity as a way to poke fun at Bucky for always showing them her picture.

I loved this series so much (will soon reblog all the parts to my sideblog, so warning for notifs lol). Thank you for sharing it with us ❤️❤️ I'm keeping my eyes peeled for that POW Camp fic you teased 👀

Beatrizzzzz your incredible asks are one of my favourite parts of posting a chapter hahahah

But honestly I cannot imagine the whiplash our dear reader went through after her ‘medical evacuation’?!

Like she’d never even been on a plan before and all of a suddenly she’s flung across the world in roughly one day, ripped out of Wycombe Abbey and plonked down into her childhood home to do quaint home front things and gestate her baby - incomprehensible.

Hahahaha I mean Clara didn’t really get to pick her due date, that was definitely Bucky and the readers doing 👀 but yes! So many baby things were knit! And skills were perfected!

I adore the thought of reader’s dad threatening Bucky’s portrait 😂 totally tracks with her fear that he might murder the man in the tool shed

I’m SO PLEASED you loved their letters - they were the first things I wrote in this part hahah

Wrote the narrative around them. But yeaaaaaah subtle as a heart attack these two. And she really really really didn’t want Buck to write her and say “your boy got shot running away to see you” hence all the underlining.

Of course we needed a Bucky POV the instant that reader finally came clean and laid all her cards on the table! Absolutely required!!

Poor Buck really means well he just doesn’t really know how to go about sharing news without almost making her heart stop first 🤣 never gonna live it down

Hahahahahha reader’s parents are practical people ok?! Boy showed up unannounced typically that means he gets the couch. They don’t really get what he’s been through, it’s all so removed for them - but he got a bed anyway!!! And his doll for a pillow 😏

You bet there’s another baby in that oven, honestly I think reader is gonna have a hard time NOT conceiving…her poor body

That baby book is definitely thoroughly combed through once Clara is taking her nap that day don’t you worry

And Bucky will refer back to it frequently when he finds sleep difficult to hold onto in the nights to come

The birthday party, the wedding, all very big events all within days of each other down in Texas

Reader and Marge’s friendship is based on an ask where she probably got Buck to forward reader’s address and they get along like a house on fire. Reader definitely has a wide circle of friends to send letters to including Ruth, Vi, Mary, and even Myrtle who might be opening her heart to a handsome RAF man.

And most definitely little Clara is the most popular girl at Marge and Buck’s wedding but thankfully Marge is kind hearted about being upstaged by a precocious one year old.

It has been such a joy to share this story with you all and honestly?! Already up to my eyeballs in research for the next fic!!!!

#answered asks #trust universe

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fox-daddy · 3 months ago

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I feel like it's really easy to slip into writing for/catering to fem readers, even if you write for gn readers, without realising sometimes . . . Can imagine it frustrates the hell out of readers. So, if you have time, could you give advice for writers on that bit? Stuff they shouldn't do or stuff they should do more of when writing fics so its inclusive to all? (Stuff to definitely avoid)

Totally understandable if you'd rather not answer this!

It definitely is easy to slip into writing female or male characters if that is what you mainly write. This is definitely a situation where theirs multiple different answers depending on who you ask. As someone who used to write majority female characters and then male their are some things you can do that can help.

The biggest give away and biggest no, no in my opinion; check your pronouns. CTRL+F is a great tool or if your on phone the 3 dots on the side where favorites are and it's called the find tool. I have misgendered nonbinary characters a lot by mistake, heck I've misgendered myself. To avoid accidently writing female or male characters that is the most important thing to edit out of the drafts.

Is a point people might argue on but feminine clothing like dresses and skirts. I know nonbinary/masc people can pull of dresses, my proof;

The problem with dresses with reader x is for it to pull off in my opinion it has to match the character which is extremely hard to do with a by design open character like a reader. The character above is already thought of as a very 'gender is a social construct' character so him wearing a dress make sense. But I'd avoid using feminine clothes since it's hard to do right with nonbinary characters. (small note after the next point)

3. make up goes along with the point above. I don't think it's super girly and a lot of male and nonbinary characters wear make up but a lot also feel insecure about make up and hating it. The fact I know kids around 12 years old that steal fake eyelashes because of how expensive and expected it is for woman fashion- it's a whole issue but I'd treat it the same as dresses can do it with characters but would honestly suggest steering clear if it's a reader character.

With both dresses and make up having a note at the start can also do a lot of help. Since it tells people who aren't comfortable hey this is going to be in here because gender is a construct and nonbinary people look just as good in make up and dresses then men and women.

So I think the most important thing to do to learn is you won't please everyone. Just trying to write for a different gender male, female and nonbinary is great, and a good way to help learn is to read about them. Starting to write nonbinary readers from female readers can be a shift like from writing male characters to female characters. Not everyone gets it right away. But try your hardest and be open to constructive criticism and if you can read some gender neutral stories and take notes on how it's different and how it's similar. Since makeup isn't as forced upon them as with girls and can be discouraged in the case of men.

With that said nobody has the right to abuse you because you got it wrong it's just really annoying to go onto the x reader tag and see a fanfic being she/her or he/him the entire way down from start to finish.

TLDR; make sure you use they/them pronouns, be aware of feminine associated clothes and read gender neutral stories and posts if you can. Even if you mess up or make a mistake nobody deserves to be berated and abused but try and take the constructive criticism on the chin do your best. And if you want to add more feminine associated stuff a simple note at the start can go a long way. Even as simple as; 'Reader wears a dress in this because gender is fake'

With that said this is open for any readers/writers to add their own opinions to. Did I miss anything? or disagree with me? tell me I think having a conversation is more important than 'do it my way and only my way'

#writing is hard #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing advice #x reader #x fem!reader #x male reader #writing discourse #ask fox daddy

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vesselslut · 1 year ago

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One more secret won't hurt / Bunny x reader

Part 1 Part 2

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Chapter 3: Gossip sessions can be very productive

I reach my dorm and walk directly to my room, trying to avoid anyone in the hallways. Once inside, I close the door and drop all my stuff on the desk. I reach into my minifridge and grab a leftover sandwich, then drop onto my bed to eat it, staring quietly at the ceiling. I am usually much more productive than this. None of my assignments have ever been turned in late. How could I let something so lame as a group of dorks derail my Saturday like this?

'Not the group of dorks, just the one guy' says a tiny voice in my brain. I shake my head, as if to make the voice physically go away.

Is it right, though? The guy did seem interesting and all, but enough to make my brain this useless? If I wasn't so self-conscious, maybe I would've walked over to the group and talked to them, take the mystery away, then I might be able to focus on my homework. Maybe a nap will help clear my head. Yes, a nap. Good idea.

To make the image of the dorks go away.

And the guy, of course.

The loud guy.

I finish my sandwich, throw the wrapper at the garbage can next to my bedside table, and miss epically. I close my eyes and try to think of anything else, hoping I will fall asleep soon. It's quite early, though, and I'm not very sleepy. I've always had a tough time sleeping during the day. I toss and turn, get under the covers, and quickly climb back out. I swear I can still hear the words in the strange language floating around in my head.

I wish I knew what they mean.

Or how to spell them so I could look in a dictionary for them.

Or even just know what language it is.

There is something so intriguing about how it sounds. Is that it? Or is it intriguing because it came out of his mouth? I wonder what his name is. If I wasn't such a coward, I could've asked him.

I'm wrestling with my thoughts when a loud knock on my door gets me out of my trance. I’m grateful for this merciful distraction from that spiral I was slowly falling into. “Coming!” I yell. I walk to the door, trying to smooth my hair down with my fingers after tossing in bed for half an hour. I open the door and I’m greeted by Judy’s bright smile. “Hey, girlie!” she says, quickly stepping into my room and throwing herself into my bed with a sigh. “Ugh, I’m exhausted!” Exhausted came out more like a grunt than an actual word. “Do you have any idea how many costumes I sewed today? Way too fucking many. Is it too early to bring out the wine?” she looks up at me from the bed.

-“Nah, it’s 5 p.m. somewhere!” I say, opening the minifridge, and reaching for one of the bottles. I take a seat on my desk chair and roll it closer to the bed.

- “Girl, you okay? Cuz, you look like you really need that wine.” She sits up and reaches for the glass I’m holding out to her.

- “Ugh, don’t even get me started. I was supposed to do a bunch of work today and did exactly zero percent of it.” I take a sip of my cheap wine. “I was actually hoping I could ask you about something I saw today?”

- “Of course! Shoot.” She leans forward, as if indicating I have her full attention, and looks at me expectantly while taking a big swig of wine.

- “Aight, so. I was in the library, and there was this group, I’ve seen them around before, but never so up close. They’re kind of weird, dressed kind of old fashioned, speaking in a weird language… ring any bells?”

- “Ah. I see you met the Greek class” she says, rolling her eyes dramatically. What else can you expect from a theater major…

Greek. I knew it had to be that or Latin. I nod at her, urging her to go on, provide more info.

- “Yeah, they’re very particular. They’re Classics majors, so they only take classes with one professor, I don’t think you’ve ever seen him cuz he’s just as weird as them, a complete hermit. His name is Julian, I think.” She squints her eyes, and bites hard on her bottom lip in that particular way, like she’s digging around in her brain for the correct info. “Anyways,” she shakes her head, coming back to reality, “what about ‘em? Did they say anything to you?” Her voice turning an octave lower at the end, the international Judy signal for ‘spill the tea!’

- “Oh, no, nothing like that. They were a few tables away from me, working on something in what I now know was Greek. They were just so mysterious, and I just can’t stop thinking about one of them.” I realize my mistake a second too late and see the smirk already forming on Judy’s lips.

- “Oooooooooooo someone has her very first Hampden cruuuush,” she says in that annoying sing-song voice she uses to tease me. It’s like I can physically see the goblin energy flowing through her body. “And on one of the Greek weirdos, damn Y/N, that’s bold. But honestly, you’re kind of weird too, so that makes sense,” she says, matter-of-factly. I should be used to her teasing by now, but I still feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, and I groan.

- “C’mon, Judes! It’s not like that. I’ve just never heard Greek before. It caught me off guard, I guess.” I finished my wine in one big gulp and poured myself another glass.

- “Right, right,” she says, rolling her eyes again, “quit being a wet rag and go back to the boy. Was he hot?” her eyes grow huge as she waits for my answer.

- “I mean, yeah, I guess?” I close my eyes, trying to picture his face again. Yeah, I would consider him good looking. I give Judy a nod.

- “Well, don’t get any ideas. As far as I know, Francis is very gay. Like. Gay as fuck,” the last bit comes out barely above a whisper. I’m not sure why this information disappoints me, it’s not like Judy was right about the crush. “I get you, though. His hair is to die for! I wish I were a natural redhead too. My mom always said that-”

- “Wait, redhead?” I interrupt her rant. “No, I did not mean the redhead.”

- “Oh, shit. Sorry! I mean, he’s the hottest one so I assumed you meant him. My bad. I’m guessing you mean Henry then, and he is kind of handsome I guess, but dude, he is so weird. Not just weird, he’s mean. It’s like, I don’t know, like he thinks he’s better than everyone else? That one really needs to pull his head out of his own ass, and out of that weirdo professor’s ass.” She’s ranting so passionately about this Henry that I can only assume she’s had a really bad experience with him in the past.

- “Judes, slow down. Which one is Henry?” I ask, already suspecting she’s got the wrong one in mind. What she’s describing definitely does not match the vibes I got from the guy. The wine bottle is half empty already, but I still pour us both another glass.

- “Tall one, dark hair, looks like he has a stick up his ass,” her hands are moving a bit more clumsily than usual, she’s tipsy already. For someone who drinks so constantly, she’s such a lightweight.

- “Yeah, no. Again, that’s not the one I meant. I was talking about the blond one, with the-” my words are drowned out by Judy’s screech as she jumps up, her hands holding onto my shoulders as she lightly shook me.

- “Oh! Oh! Charles! You mean Charles! Dude, you have terrible taste, like, honestly. I mean, they’re all pretty weird already, but add the freaky twin thing into it... And don’t get me started on the girl twin, that bitch is legit crazy. Camilla. She came close to clawing my eyes out at a party one time. Swear to god. I was just minding my own business, spilled a little bit of beer on her by accident. I can be very clumsy, you know.” I swear she is doing it on purpose. I let her continue her rant, sipping my wine patiently. “That huge weirdo, Henry, was standing between us in a second. He looked ready to beat me up. Now she gives me the stink eye every time she sees me. And so does her twin. They are freakishly close, those two. Did you notice they dress the same? I swear she just wears his clothes half the time. I tell you; you don’t want to get involved in that twin mess. No sir.”

- “You done, babes?” I ask her, raising an eyebrow. Once she nods, I continue. “As I was saying, I meant the blond guy with glasses. Not Charles.” Her face contorts in a weird way, like what I said makes absolutely no sense. Realization creeps into her features, slowly at first and then all at once. She looks at me like I just grew a second head.

- “You can’t possibly mean Bunny? Let’s see, was he being the loudest thing in a 10-mile radius?” I nod. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but he was kind of loud for a library. “Yup, that’s Bunny.”

- “Bunny…” I whisper, the name feels funny on my lips. “What kind of name is that?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously, thinking she might just be pulling my leg.

- “His name’s actually Edmund Corcoran, but everyone calls him Bunny for some reason. No idea why. But dude, he’s like, I don’t know. He’s the most down to earth one out of the bunch, but he’s also the most annoying one. I mean, you saw him.” She chuckles and spills a bit of wine on my bed. I don’t think she even noticed. “I’ve seen him around at some parties. He’s nice, but again, quite annoying. Plus, he hangs out with the other ones, so, my advice is: stay the fuck away, girl.”

- “Yeah, well, I was just curious. It’s not like I was planning on speaking to any of em. You know I’m shy with strangers.” She squints her eyes at me, clearly not believing any of my bullshit.

- “Well, I’m just glad you were not talking about Richard, cuz that one’s mine,” she throws her head back and laughs. “Fellow Californian, he switched his major to classics recently, he’s pretty cool. Hope they don’t turn him into a pretentious ass before I can fuck him.” I love Judy, she knows what she wants and doesn’t fuck around. I wish I could be more like her in that sense. “But really, this Bunny guy…”

I quickly try to change the subject, hoping she’s kind enough to just drop it. “So, what play are all of those costumes for?” She rolls her eyes, but immediately yields, and starts telling me all about their latest production of some Oscar Wilde play.

I pay as much attention as I can, asking a few questions, laughing at her little jokes, trying to follow her stories about disastrous stage mishaps, but part of my mind is somewhere else, wondering how hard it could be to learn Greek. Imagining the delicious feeling of those sounds, rolling off my tongue. And Bunny. Mysterious Bunny. His thunderous laugh disturbing the quietest corners of my psyche.

#judy poovey #bunny corcoran #the secret history #bunny x reader #pls i never write #this is a first #reminder that bunny is not awful here #he actually was really nice to marion #if he werent being such a bitch in the book he had potential #henry winter #richard papen #camilla macaulay #francis abernathy #charles macaulay

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daisyachain · 1 year ago

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When consuming works in translation or even cross-cultural works in the same language, your standard midwestern white US reader (and more broadly your standard anglophone) is going to bring their own cultural structures and impose them externally on the work no matter what. This is the weeb blog so we all know what I’m talking about.

One specific example of this is the way that white/anglophone/US cultural consumers treat male ‘femininity’. In US culture, it’s a truth universally known (by girls) that girls like a girly guy or at least that the male figure most attractive to female consumers (who make up the majority of the audience for fiction in the US whether or not they’re considered as such by marketing teams) is a figure that they can relate to. The floppy boy band member, the middle aged man with cooking skills, whatever. US/Anglo standards of masculinity are also bizarrely tilted towards performance. SoCal-type standard US culture is as misogynist as any other culture (ie it’s misogynist), it’s just that this misogyny has its own flavour of expressing itself. Everywhere does.

In the broad anglo milieu, any hint of personal grooming, self-awareness, shyness, emotivity, or non-ripped physique is interpreted as feminine. The skinny boy band member, the jeans-wearing metrosexual, the vegetarian, the fat kid who hangs out with the girls in gym class because that’s the path that is least likely to end in physical assault. These are all sissies. The merest lack of sufficient beer-n-bacon posturing is taken for wearing a pride flag. By US standards, a non-muscled man who wears even slightly fashionable clothes is [twelve year old boy voice] gayyyyyy. The standard homophobic gay stereotype is a finger-fluttering peacock who can’t stand to chip a nail.

Go over to eg Japanese culture (most commonly consumed works in translation in the US), the stereotype is completely different. The archetypical male heterosexual romantic lead isn’t a sleeve-busting hunk, it’s a skinny, floppy, long-haired guy with delicate fingers and sparkling eyes. The homophobic stereotype is a muscle-bound thick-jawed mascara-wearer. This doesn’t mean that the bishounen/ikemen archetype is necessarily considered feminine. On the contrary, it’s another masculine ideal. No one in the US could possibly (in the public imagination) aspire to be a patterned-tie fashionista unless he’s gay or foreign. But, overseas, the reserved and cutting-edge fashion-conscious man is revered as an object of female desire.

Well it’s not quite as clean cut as all that but you get what I’m saying. You can see it in the translation of ‘ikemen’ to ‘pretty boy’. The original just means ‘a hot guy’ the other is a homophobic insult 90% of the time, but English really doesn’t have an equivalent term. Also why 00s weebs just referred to ‘bishies’, it’s because there’s no English term for it that isn’t in some way homophobic. I’ve seen ‘hottie’ used as a translation as well, but that’s got its own baggage as it’s exclusively a term associated with women’s speech, so it doesn’t make sense to have male characters refer to it without coming off as overtly gay.

So that brings us to: it’s a common misinterpretation for the bishounen/ikemen characters or presentations to be read as ‘gay’ by a US audience. Viz. BTS fandom and haters, shippers, etc. This is because there’s no real equivalent to this concept in the US without homophobic overtones. The closest you might possibly get is ‘boy band member’, but that also has oodles of homophobia as all of us who were there for the Bieber era remember. Rather than ice-cold idols of female worship, the US interpretation of a bishounen is of a girly guy.

Except, we’ve gotten to the point where US consumption and regurgitation of foreign cultural tropes has is on its third or fourth cycle. People are now instantly imitating their favourite art as it comes out with the help of the internet. LoTR shows up in JJK. RWBY gets a mediocre 2D anime. And League, famous for being the midpoint of US cultural context and East Asian cultural influence, puts up promotional material for the character Hwei. Who seems to be made to fit into the line of bishounen characters that have been coming out of the League design factory (Aphelios, Viego, Sett, some Ezreal skins) but who doesn’t belong there at all and instead comes out as a startlingly straightforward (hah) design for a femme gay character

#kelsey rambles #god im so sorry to put all that preamble and have the punchline be: ‘league’#but it compels me!#the very midpoint between exchange and reworking and misinterpretation. League understands the concept of the heterosexual bishie well #and can reproduce it on demand which is why it’s so jarring to see the apparent misinterpretation be put up there as well #and because the gay overtones on hwei are missing from eg viego then it has to be deliberate. because if it were a misinterpretation #of the one trope they’re tryna hit then it would be on all characters

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wuxiaphoenix · 2 years ago

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Worldbuilding: It’s Not Easy Being Green

Especially in Ming Dynasty China....

Ahem.

Whenever possible, do some research on fashions of the place and time you’re setting your story in.

For example, pink is a color that’s gone back and forth about whether it’s manly or feminine. In early 1700s Europe it was considered a color of seduction; near the 1800s, it was innocent and girly. And these days you can pretty much spin a bottle and take your chances on who thinks which people should be wearing pink, and why.

Colors are good to look at, but style of dress, what articles of clothing are used, and what people use as accessories, are all details that can make or break your story for the reader. It may not be as important in SF or fantasy as it is in, say, historical Westerns. (Just ask anyone who’s tried to write a Western and put a Colt Revolving Carbine in 1830s Mississippi. I hear it was brutal.) But it is still important. Fashion is part of how we present ourselves to other humans around us, and provides crucial info for other people about our likely enemies, allies, and resources. People pay attention.

(Sometimes too much attention, because all of this fashion info can be spoofed by a determined grifter. Or spy.)

You don’t have to drop a lot of details. But things like how you wear your hair, how you color-match your outfits, and what stones you use in your jewelry can declare everything from how well (or badly) you follow the latest trends to how invested you are in the quiet political cold war between two government factions. That last was actually a major thing in the later parts of the Joseon era; how high a noble lady’s hair bun and how wide her collar was declared her faction, which determined who she could talk to without starting a fight, and that whole mess was a big factor in how hard it was for the Korean government to actually do anything when the outside world started knocking with gunships.

So. Green. Often a symbol of fertility and money, therefore merchants. Sometimes a symbol of other things. Fortunately I Did The Research, and made sure that Lee Cheong is... not in the wrong kind of robes. Because that would go so, so badly.

(If anyone wants a giggle, go wiki “Yesa robe”. Read carefully. Oh dear, oh dear, so narrowly I avoided that mess....)

#creative writing #worldbuilding #ming dynasty #fashion

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PURI☆PURI HEALING CUM GO! magical girl! childe / fem! reader

SUBJECT: oh no! while fighting the big bad monster, pure☆aqua accidentally let you, a civillian, get caught in the crossfire! before you transform into one of the baddie's goons, pure☆aqua needs to give you a magical girl's cum before it's too late!

ATTACHED: kinktober 2024 masterlist

( reader n childe are switches, age gap: reader is nearing 30s and childe is college-aged, throatfúcking, perversion, theyre both perverts tbh, i switch between calling childe a magical girl n boy cuz hes both in a way yanno )

Most times in Lovey♡Dovey City, everything is all right in the world.

It’s a city overrun by dreaming and fashionable youths, appearing on magazine covers in their tweens and even designing for companies in their high school years. Handsome young men vie for pretty young girls who smile and giggle sweetly whenever they pull out a confession in the streets, and everyone just walks by like it’s nothing. Because it is nothing. This happens almost every day and no one bats an eye at it.

Except for you, who’s been role-assigned as the tired corporate slave who’s this close to losing their mind if you have to stomach another stupid fucking confession.

Aside from the vomit-inducing PDA that you have to tolerate every single day, Lovey♡Dovey City is pretty much a utopia to live in. The people are nice (except you), shops like to give away free things (you’ve been living off your neighborhood bakery’s bread), and they’re all pretty much attractive. It’s a city where people actually do what they need to do for the community, which includes you, because every functional society is backed by some sort of capitalist system. Hell, even the police try to do the best they can. Which isn’t much, but you can’t blame them.

Because once in a while, monsters overrun the city like it’s their goddamn place. And the police can’t do much about it because these monsters are freaking skyscrapers and their masters (dressed in black and dark purple and atrociously edgy makeup) all float and shoot off magical beams and cackle evil witch laughs. Yes, this is normal. You’re actually watching another evil entity looming over the city with a goon seated on their shoulder, munching on your bread like it’s no big deal. The majority of the people run and scream like the monster’s actually gonna do something, but you and a few others stay behind to watch the show that’s about to unfold.

“In the name of Love, the Pure☆Pures have come to stop you!” A girly voice shouts. You can barely make them out, standing on the edge of a building, but their voice magically resounds through the city. There are three of them today, and they’re clutching something to their chests as they bravely stare down the monster and its master.

“Come on, everyone! Let’s stop them!” The leader urges the other two, raising the star wand high in the air. “Pure☆Pure, ignite!”

Flash and sparkle ensue, and you and the other peasants down below gawk at the transformation sequence. They’re all glittery and pretty, as always, and while it is a sight to behold you always find yourself musing why the enemy just waits. Like, they’re right there. Naked save for strobes of light that will eventually turn into their sparkly sailor costumes. Of course, you don’t have any say in the matter, not when the Pure☆Pures are always saving your city from so-and-so evil organizations. Instead, you continue munching on your bread as they finish up their little show.

“Sweet as pie, Pure☆Cherry!” That’s this generation’s leader, always in pink, just like her predecessors. She's fresh-faced and youthful, probably in her first year of high. What’s with these teens and fighting magical monsters, anyway? In high school, you were just playing at the arcade or goofing around like stupid kids do. You know, doing ordinary stuff and not saving the world.

“Stars, shine on me! Pure☆Twinkle!” This one is clad in yellow, hair a blazing sunset orange that you think is supposed to mimic a comet’s trail. She’s always upping the fanservice for the onlookers, so she’s amassed herself a bigger fan following than the others. There’s some people squealing beside you, furiously snapping away at their pictures, and you’re not quite sure how to feel when she looks barely legal.

“Ocean tides, rage! Pure☆Aqua!” Ah, yes, the most controversial one of this generation. Because he was male. Magical boys aren’t a new concept, but everyone until now was always… feminine in stature. So people managed to overlook that when they were just as cute as the rest of the magical girls. But this one was, well. You squinted your eyes as Pure☆Aqua launched forward and delivered a swift kick to the monster’s face. He was very muscled; god-like thighs made even more so prominent by the frilly blue skirt he donned and the heavy chest attracting gazes with the boob window. This one was also older, probably in their college years.

So no one’s going to call you a freak if you found him sorta hot, right? You’re not even thirty yet!

The other girls barrage the monster with sparkly magic stuff. Pure☆Cherry swishes her wand and after a mini light-show reveals a… grenade launcher. Archons, what happened to the good-ol’ cutesy bow and arrow? She makes a leap back and shouts “Take this…! Cherry♡Bomb♡Love!”

Pure☆Twinkle follows up the very, very pink attack with her rapier, running up the monster’s arm and leaping into the air. “Star☆Cut!” You’ve long opted to think that those aren’t actually real stars falling from the sky and are just illusions as she summons a whole backdrop of them to chop off the monster’s arm. The huge thing lets out a pained roar, flailing about as their arm vanishes into nothing. That’s the thing with these magical girl fights. Where the hell was the blood?! Or is it because these things are just visualized concepts of “humanity’s evil” or whatever explanation they feed to the masses that they don’t really have guts to spill?

“And here’s the final blow!” Pure☆Aqua yells out, launching himself into the air. He swings his arm back, concentrating all the force in his fist and grits his teeth. “Tiiidallll! Raaaage!”

He delivers a swift uppercut to the monster, with all the force and fury of a young man in his early 20s. There’s no sparkly effects, hell, no water illusions just to match the theme to accompany the blow. That was just an uppercut with a tacky name slapped on top, and you let out a low whistle as pure brawn and no magic cuts through the chest and evaporates the thing. In midair, Pure☆Twinkle stomps her foot and puffs out her cheeks. “Cute!! Do you not understand what cute means?!” She complains at the sheepish Pure☆Aqua. “What’s the point of being a magical girl if you keep throwing punches and no cuteness!”

“I got the job done, didn’t I?” Pure☆Aqua complains, flying next to her. Pure☆Cherry also approaches the two of them with a nervous look on her face, as if afraid of another fight breaking out. “Besides, I think I’m cute enough as it is!”

Pure☆Twinkle wrinkles her nose at him and gags. “Yeah, right! You musclehead! When we’re done with this I’m going to beat cuteness into you!!”

“L-Lumi— I mean Twinkle! I think Aqua did a good job as it is,” Pure☆Cherry nervously tries to mediate. “You don’t have to be so hard on him!”

“Oh, don’t spoil him, Nil– Cherry! He’s bad enough as it is!”

They ignore the aghast goon in favor of even more bickering and you can see the vein popping on his forehead as he continues to be ignored by the magical girls. “You…!!!” He points an indignant finger at three triumphant magical girls (and boy). “Loss after loss after loss! Lady Celestia is going to beat the living lights outta me if I don’t report back something good!”

“And that’s our problem, how?” Pure☆Aqua snorts, hands on hips because even he can have the sass of a teenage girl when he feels like it.

The goon laughs maniacally, floating higher in the air as purple currents wrap his body and continue to grow bigger and bigger. The tiny hairs on your nape rise, and the people who stayed behind finally think that this is the best time to make a run for it. “Oh, I’ll give you a problem, alright!” They laugh, sneering at the magical girls as their power comes to a climax. “I’m not goin’ back until I make a mess out of this stupid city!”

Finally, the goon’s power explodes, sending purple shockwaves throughout the city. You feel the ground shake beneath your feet, sending you flat on your ass. You couldn’t run if you wanted to, not with purple projectiles showering everywhere like a meteor shower. The girls are doing their best to fend it off, but not everyone can be saved. Especially you, flat on the ground and staring dumbly at an incoming purple ball. Well, this was fun, you think as the light burns into your retinas. You got to see your favorite Pure☆Pure in action and his muscled thighs, so this was a life well-lived.

You feel the impact on your skin and you squeeze your eyes tight to brace yourself for the incoming pain. It’s… hot. But not burning-alive hot that you thought would be, but rather a feverish heat that eats your body alive and turns your head all woozy. You squeeze your thighs together and curl into yourself, trying to get a bearing of your senses. You don’t know what the evil man’s plan is. Is your death supposed to be a slow process?

“... lright? You alright?” You can barely process the worried questions barraging your ear as cotton seems to stuff your ear. You blearily open your eyes, still curled on the ground, and— oh. In your face is a chestful of pecs, framed by the heart-shaped boob window of your favorite Pure☆Pure. Hallucinations? Did this curse give you hallucinations? Because this might be the best fucking hallucination you could get so far.

“Mmm… nice,” you mumble, leaning into the hand of the Pure☆Pure cupping your face.

“Not nice!” Pure☆Aqua cries as he checks your forehead’s feverish temperature. “You’ve gotten hit by a curse! You need to be healed, quick!”

“Heal…?” You feel for the hand on your head and let out a grunt once you confirm that Pure☆Aqua is actually not a hallucination. “Oh. Uh, how?”

Even through your bleary eyesight, you can make out the blush on Pure☆Aqua’s cheeks as he bites his lip and squirms. “Um, well… You… You need a magical girl’s, uh, magic. To purify the Evil League’s curse. But to do that we need to go somewhere… somewhere private. I can’t have you take it on the asphalt!”

“Take me away then, Pure☆Aqua,” you murmur, clinging onto Pure☆Aqua as he carries you bridal-style. Letting yourself take advantage of the situation and lean into his firm chest, you grin stupidly at the handsome face of your favorite magical girl. “I’m all yours for today.”

Biting down a grin, Pure☆Aqua shakes his head and flees the scene.

“A magical girl’s wand contains all their Pure☆Essence, which you need to take if we want to purify you,” Pure☆Aqua explains after he’s settled you on a bed. The room he’s found is suspiciously pink, with tacky hearts taking up the space wherever you look, but you’re not exactly in the right headspace to process that as you groan weakly. “It’s a long and lengthy process, however, so please bear with it, alright?”

“Magical girl’s wand, huh?” You mumble, looking up at Pure☆Aqua’s guilty expression. “All right,” you sigh and close your eyes as try to relax your feverish body. “Hit me with it.”

“Okay,” Pure☆Aqua murmurs and you hear him inhale deeply and perch himself on top of your legs. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” You don’t know why he’s so apologetic. You were the stupid one who wanted to enjoy a show and not run away, therefore getting hit by a curse in the process. He was just doing his job as a Pure☆Pure, so you don’t—

Something hits your abdomen. Something hard… and fleshy. You peek open one eye and almost choke on your spit.

Kneeling above you, Pure☆Aqua lifts his skirt up to reveal his curved and erect cock hard against his stomach. You’re shocked out of your feverish stupor as you eye the angry veins running on his cock and the pearly precum drooling from the slit. He licks his lips as he watches your face, blushing deeply as he feels your intense gaze on his dick. He’s trying so, so hard to be professional. This is a magical girl’s job, after all! But he revels in your attention and shakes his dick just to see your gaze follow left and right to the rhythm of the swing.

“When you said magical girl’s wand… I thought you meant…” You swallow dryly as you follow his swaying cock. “I thought you meant the one you used to transform. Not, uh…”

“Not this wand?” He rubs the tip of his dick before pushing it down, letting you watch as he releases it and feels the slap against his abdomen. “Do you like it, pretty miss? Miss [Your Name]?”

You blink dumbly at him, your mouth falling agape. “Whuh? Huh? How did you—?”

He giggles, crawling over to your chest until he sees the shadow of his cock on your face. “Oh come on, big sis. You really don’t think I wouldn’t notice my most adoring fan? The one who comes late to work whenever a big fight breaks out just to watch me?” He lightly taps your lips with it, and you let out a shaky breath to which he whines at. “Your eyes always watching me… not on Cherry or Twinkle or Melody or Passion but me. It made me so happy, you couldn’t even begin to imagine it ♡” You feel his member throb on your cheek and gulp. Oh you can definitely imagine it, alright.

This feels all too unreal. One moment you were watching Pure☆Aqua from afar, content on only ever seeing him at a distance. Then the next you were bridal-carried into some sort of sketchy love hotel with your favorite magical girl’s dick slapped on your face. His hungry eyes looked at your eagerly as he lifted his skirt higher to show you everything.

One thing caught your attention and before your impulse control could even do something, you and your big stupid mouth blurted out, “You’re… wearing normal underwear.”

Pure☆Aqua blinks and stares at you blankly, before erupting into laughter. “Wha~at? Were you expecting something else, big sis?”

“I dunno…” You mumble, fingering the band of his white briefs. “Something with a ribbon, frills… something that matches your magical girl costume.” You pull the elastic band and grin mischievously when it slaps against his taut balls. “Something cute.”

He returns your naughty grin and giggles as he slips them off. “You big per~vert. I like it.” He boops you on the nose, leaning in close until you can feel the breath on your lips. “Next time, I’ll make sure to cater to your needs, okay?”

There’ll be a next time, you think in a daze when Pure☆Aqua backs himself up again and smears precum all over your lips. “Alright, time for the first injection~! Say ah~♡”

The corniness of the plot isn’t lost on you, but you find yourself not caring at all when you part your lips for the opportunity to taste your favorite boy’s cock. You wrap your lips around the head only, tracing the tongue around the tip as you watch his shallow breathing. You press gentle kisses on it and grin when he keens and squirms too much, clearly holding himself back from shoving the entire length in. When he thinks that you’re finally about to swallow the whole in, you sloppily suck on the tip before pulling away with a pop.

He pouts at you, breathing hard as he weakly glares. “Big sis, you need to take my cum in if you wanna get healed, you know?”

You give him a cheeky grin, pressing another kiss to his weeping slit as you snicker. “You can’t blame me for having a lil bit of fun. You are my favorite, after all.”

He huffs a laugh. “Very naughty. But patients shouldn’t be playing around with their medicine, you know? So open up properly this time, okay~?”

His broad shoulders shudder when he slips half of his length into your mouth. “I’ll go slow for now,” he tells you, but his knees are shaking so bad that you fear that he’ll buckle and slam the whole thing into you. Not that you’re opposed to him just slamming it in… but you haven’t sucked dick in ages (damn overtime work) and you want to savor the feeling of his heat filling your mouth. As you feel his precum trickle down your throat, the fuzziness of your head starts to clear a little and you marvel at how his cum was actually doing… magic. Healing cum, you think, clutching onto his soft ass as you struggle to take his length. What kind of shit hentai am I in?

Your choked slurping and sucking rattle in your skull as you move back and forth on his dick, eyes rolling backward whenever it twitches in your throat. It’s like it has a heart of its own, with the way it keeps twitching in you. Above you, Pure☆Aqua bites into a frilly gloved hand, little moans and whines escaping him as he tries his best to control himself. Ah, the impatience of youth. Always so ready to go fast without a second’s thought.

“‘m sorry, miss, but I— urgh— I gotta!” His hands bunch your hair in his palm as he gives you a desperate look. “I can’t do this anymore!”

Using your hair as a handle, he slams you all the way down to his balls, and you fall limp as Pure☆Aqua starts fucking your mouth for his own pleasure. The veins running on the side of his dick slide against your soft tongue and gosh, your mouth’s so fuckin’ warm and wet that it’s making him go crazy. Over the wet and sloppy sounds of him ruining your throat, his moans are music to your ears— his boyish pitch keening in high moans and desperate pants as he tries his best not to cum too early. His dick twitches, making you splutter as he pulls out before slamming it in again, and his toned thighs shake as his slams get even rougher.

“Close, s’ close,” he whimpers. “Oh gosh, miss, miss, I’m gonna—!”

He lets out a high-pitched mewl, leaning forward into your mouth as he spurts his thick cum down your throat. It’s a heavy one, so thick that it leaves you gagging and spluttering as his load invades your throat. When he finally pulls it out— fuck, he could feel himself getting hard again. It’s an absolutely filthy sight— his hardening cock connected to your lips with a trail of spit and cum, your eyes absolutely fucked out as you cough and recover from the recent assault. He giggles when the trail finally breaks and leaves a mess on your chin, which he wipes away with his thumb and presses it to your tongue. Unconsciously, you find yourself swirling your tongue around the messy thumb and pulling away with a loud pop, grinning in a daze as you stick out your tongue for him to inspect.

“You swallowed it all,” he says softly, sounding proud as he pushes back your sweaty fringe. “With that, you’ll be all good to go.”

“But I still don’t feel too well,” you pout, taking his hand in yours and tangling your fingers together. It’s partly true, but you think that the dizziness is less from the curse and more that you had just gotten your mouth pounded to oblivion. “Maybe I need another shot. Somewhere more… effective?”

You partly spread your legs, letting your pencil skirt ride up your thighs and drawing his eyes to the lacy underwear peeking out from underneath. He laughs slightly and shares your mischievous grin as he takes the cloth in his hands. “Oh miss, you could just say that you wanted me to fuck you.”

Batting your eyes, you only cock your head in feigned innocence as you pull him in closer. “Whatever do you mean, boy?” You murmur, breath fanning against his lips as you lick your lips. “I’m only asking for another shot. You’re still here to help me cure this curse, right, Pure☆Aqua?”

Before he could even reply, you pressed a coy kiss on his lips and suddenly he couldn’t bring himself to think. It could have been cute and innocent— the type of kisses pure-hearted girls give their boyfriends in the spring of high school youth— but this is coming from a miss nearly a decade older than him. Your low-lidded eyes eat him up as his brain short circuits, watching as his tongue peeks out to swipe a taste of your gloss. You could almost giggle at the picture. By how he’s reacting, you could have mistaken it for stealing his first kiss.

Except he’s staring at you blankly, wide-eyed, and a blush that grows even redder by the second. You raise a brow and ask, “Don’t tell me… that was your first kiss?”

His blush reaches an all-time red that you fear that he might explode. “Th– Well, I was saving it!”

You throw your head back and laugh as he sputters and tries to defend himself in the background. Right. How could you forget? Having his dick down your throat made you forget that he was still a Pure☆Pure, defenders of the city that embodied pureness and justice. “So cute~” you tease and pat down his ginger locks as a way to soothe him. “Big sis is sorry that she stole your first kiss, but dooon’t worry, I’ll more than make up for it, ‘kay~?”

He can barely process what he’s looking at. You’re now seated on his stomach, kneeling as you tease him with a slow strip show. Your manicured nails slide down the pencil skirt, revealing the lacy panties that have been torturing him ever since he got a glimpse of it. And fuck, his breath hitches when he sees the wet spot, and when you pull it down, your slick is connected to it by a string. Fuckfuckfuck, he can’t believe he’s gotten it this good. How many college boys could brag that they’ve fucked a sexy nearly-30 office worker because they needed to heal them with dick? None. Ignoring the fact that he might be the only college-aged magical boy in existence, he can’t believe that he wouldn’t be able to brag about this at all the parties now.

But that’s okay, he thinks as his eyes settle on your sopping pussy, fluttering and flirting at him. He’d be too busy fucking and getting fucked to even attend those stupid get-togethers.

“Shit.” He sucks his teeth, inhaling deeply when you sliiiide against the length of his cock. You know exactly how to work your magic— the silly, blushy girls of the local college could never. Your grin, like a succubus who's caught its prey, is so alluring and cocky that he’s tempted to kiss it off you just to feel your lips on him again. He’s so down bad. Holy shit. Lumine isn’t gonna let him hear the end of this.

“That feels nice, pretty boy?” You coo, and oh, that does something to him. He pulses against your clit, and you drag your slick against him as he starts whimpering underneath you. “Ya like being called pretty, hm? My favorite magical boy, lookin’ all so pretty just to save some stranger.” You lift his blue miniskirt, admiring the white ribbons and frills that adorn him. “I never thought that the day would come that I’d be able to see you so closely, dick out and moaning so prettily for me. Aren’t magical girls supposed to be pure? So why’re you actin’ like a slut then?”

He pouts, batting his pretty lashes at you as you continue to frot against him. “‘m— ngh, not actin’ like a slut! This is— ahh, no not thereeee— your treatment!”

You laugh. “Oh, right. The curse. I guess you skull fucked that outta my system.” You shoot him a dashing grin. “Guess that makes me the slut, huh?”

At that, you sink your pussy down on him, and holy shit— he throws his head back and hides his face with his arms as he moans so sweetly— this just might be heaven. He hears your cute little sigh as you feel him stretching you out, probably the best you’ve had in years. He feels it when you slowly push down on his abs so you can pull yourself up, making him groan as you drag your wet cunt up before slamming back down again. “Is that good, my little magical boy?” You hum, rocking your hips back and forth as you gauge his reaction. “C’mon, arms off. Lemme see how cute my boy is for me.”

Rolling his own hips, he fucks even deeper into your womb as you take his hands into yours. He’s big, your wet walls clinging to his cock like they never want to let go. And you might not ever want, not with how pretty your boy is for you. He’s biting back his moans, trying to reciprocate your rocking in a mix of his own desperation and wanting to please you. Cute. He’s so cute. That’s a given, being a magical girl and all, but you just didn’t want to sound like an old creep lusting after a college boy clad in skimpy skirts.

“You’re so, haah, y’ feel so good,” he nearly cries, fucking his dick even deeper that it nearly makes you collapse. “Big sis, ngh, ah, y’re clampin’ down on me…!”

“Yeah?” You coo. “That’s what good pussy feels like, baby. Remember it.” You slam your pussy down on his balls, squelching as your cunt slobbers all over his dick. “You’re so good, cutie. Big sis hasn’t had a dick like yours ever. Ya might turn me into your personal slut, y’know?”

“Ooh, miss, please, easy,” he whimpers. Your walls are tightening up around him and he goes blank for a second. Fuck. He’s getting hooked on some fan’s cunt and he doesn’t even know your name. “Miss, please, y’re gonna make me…!”

“Cumming, sweet boy?” You stroke his ginger curls and push them away, revealing to you the sight of his rolled-back eyes and wobbling bitten lips as he continues fucking your cunt. “Yeah, mmm, jus’ like that. You’re gonna make big sis cum soon too ♡”

It’s pure, carnal lust; you let him take the reins, halting your movements as he begins to fuck up into you harder. It smells like sex in here, and the sloppy sounds as your pussy squelches with every thrust nearly drowning out your moans. You gasp as he hits an all-new depth, making you collapse onto him as you grip the pillow for dear life as his thrusts rock your body. He’s whining and crying underneath you— which fuck, makes you tighter, because men who are messy in bed just make you sooo fucking hot. “Ack, ah, boy! Slow, slow, slow!”

“Sorry, miss…!” He whimpers, hugging onto you for dear life as he goes even faster. “Ngh, you’re too hot, I’m gonna…!”

Wrapping his arms around your neck, he pulls you down for a kiss as he shoots his load into you. His warm seed fills you as he attacks your mouth in desperation, all eagerness and no technique as he licks into your mouth. You think it’s adorable because he’s kissing you like he needs it.

Clearly, your magical boy can’t handle the hottest pussy he’s had in his life, cuz he’s now collapsed on the bed, chest heaving up and down like crazy. And you’re left there in the afterglow of the sex, watching magic cum dribble down your cunt as you slide his softening dick out of you.

It’s a good thing that he’s not conscious to see this, you think with a grin as you scoop out the cum out of your hole. Bringing it to your lips, you lick it off with a satisfying pop and give him a once-over. Because you’d definitely be in for round three if he gets hard again.

Another day, another overtime in Lovey♡Dovey City. For a shoujo-typical city, you’d think that there were no such things as black companies here. Alas, you stand corrected.

You scowl as the crowd squishes you into the corner. There’s you and this suspiciously dressed fella in a black mask and baseball cap. He has an ID sling from the local college and as the crowd has you pressing onto him with no choice, you can feel his hard-on growing against your pencil skirt. Ah, a pervert in a Japanese subway station? How surprising.

Then you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and guide it downwards, and you’ve got a growing feeling that the genre is about to change from shoujo to hentai real quick. You’ve no time for games, having just been chewed out by your boss, and when your hand is finally in his pants, you scowl and start to snap—

You feel frills. You blink dumbly and look down. He’s pulling down the waistband of his pants, just enough for you to see the blue cotton panties, cutely adorned in white ribbons and frills. Something pulls on your chest.

“Big sis.”

You look up again, and your magical boy grins at you when he pulls down his mask, eyeing you with the same hunger and lust-struck expression you’re so familiar with. “D’ya like 'em, miss? I’ve dressed up just for you and you only.”

You blink again, and your grin matches his as you watch his cock chub up against his girly panties.

Ajax Tartaglia, the ID reads.

Right. So the subway pervert was actually your pervert. But you were both perverts, and that was made clear the moment you started sliding down his pants in a subway full of unsuspecting strangers.

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