#ruby i love your fic❤

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hope you’re having a wonderful day nagi 🫂 let us know what you’ve been up to recently, and please please share the ideas you mentioned with chubby reader ꒰ ˊᵕˋ ꒱

i’d love to hear them ٩(˶˃ᗜ˂)و and i also have a request fur yew if it’s something you’re interested in. i’m always running back to re–read your domestic bliss event fic w childe, and so... 🙇‍♀️ could i request some more fluff / comfort with childe and fem. reader please? (chubby reader if you wanted ❤ )

‘was thinking fluffcomfort sharing a bath with him because soft nudity <33 just melting back into ajax, and fem. reader expressing her insecurities about not feeling pretty or worth enough. maybe with a hint of head massages.. or soft sweet teasing 😣😣 thank you sm nagi, keep taking care of urself dear pookie ෆ

Hey miauamy! I see your pfp has changed again and it's really cute! I'm so happy to see you back I hope you have been well since we last spoke. I always get so excited to see you, your ideas are always so lovely. And if you have anymore, please share them I'm always happy to hear them ^3^

Thank you for letting me indulge a bit with this, I low key self-projected, but I love the comfort of sharing a bath I need to do it for more characters it's a lot of fun. And oh my god I loved my domestic bliss event it was a lot of fun to write so much fluff. Guys, please let me know if you want me to do it again. I was thinking about doing it during August, because that's when my birthday is, and I wanted to do something special for it. Anyways, enough yapping I hope you enjoy~

cw. fluff, comfort, bathing, nudity but no smut, chubby reader, female reader, 1.7k words

“Hey Childe, can I ask you a question? And be honest with me.”

Childe hummed in response as his body sank further into the warm waters of the bathtub, fingers tangled in his hair as he flicked out the stray beads of bubbles that had managed to somehow knot in his hair. His gaze flickered over to you as you huddled yourself on the opposite end of the bathtub. Your knees were pulled to your chest, arms hugged tight around them as you stared absentmindedly at the wisps of steam stemming from the surface of the water. Copious amounts of bubbles obscured your plump figure beneath the water’s surface, the suds clinging to your skin like a second layer. 

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, tongue wetting your dry lips as your eyes continued to flick between Childe and a random spot on the light’s fixture dangling above your heads. He patiently waited for you to speak as you tried to pick the right words out of your head, turning them over and over as his gaze became lidded in contented bliss. This hot bath was doing wonders for his aching muscles and it felt like he could start to drift off as his eyes drooped. But your voice snapped him right back to attention as you asked the question that had been gnawing at the back of your mind for far too long. 

“Do you think I’m fat?” you asked, a hint of hesitance lacing your tone.

As soon as the words breezed past your lips, you desperately wished you could snatch them back and shove them down your throat. You shyly peered up at Childe beneath thick lashes as they fluttered over your hot cheeks, a fresh wave of embarrassment eating away at your nerves when you took one look at Childe’s face. His eyebrows had shot up to his hairline as he gave you an incredulous look like you had just slapped him across the face, the hit dazing him and still stinging even after he took a few seconds to process what had been said. Childe cocked his head to the side, his single earring gently clinking as the ruby gleamed under the soft light. 

“Why the sudden question?” he asked cautiously. 

You shook your head, knees pressed tighter to your chest as your heart threatened to jump straight out of your throat. You swallowed it back down with a shuddering breath, pulse pounding in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as an immense wave of guilt sank its icy fangs into your bones. You shouldn’t have said anything. You should have kept your thoughts to yourself. You hated how such a simple question was already sending your mind into a tizzy, crystalline tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you fought them back. Being this vulnerable certainly wasn’t as easy as shedding a few layers of clothes. You took a deep breath and you hated the little sniffle that grated against your ears as you tried to let the scent of expensive oils curl in your lungs and calm your frantic nerves.

“Forget I said anything” you stammered. 

Childe hated the way your nose scrunched up and despite his rugged looks and haggard body, he felt the overwhelming urge to coddle you. He raised his hand and beckoned you to come closer.

“Come here” he softly cooed. 

You shook your head as you dabbed your fingers under your eyes, trying to stem your flow of tears. You planted your feet firmly on the bottom of the tub and refused to budge. 

“No” you defied, yet there was hardly a trace of fight in your voice. 

“Come here” Childe urged, his voice turning into sickly sweet honey. 

You hesitate and that’s when Childe choose his moment to strike. The moment your tense muscles relaxed, his hands shot out and wrapped around your ankles. You barely had time to react, your loud shriek echoing off the tiled walls as his strong hands curled into your skin and you were pulled into his direction. Water sloshed and spilled over the lip of the tub as Childe caught you in his grasp, strong hands gripping your plump hips and soft stomach as he dragged your naked body into his lap. The tips of your ears burned red hot as your knees fell beside his hips and you squirmed, but he was not letting go of you that easily. 

“What’s wrong love?” Childe asked, cooing your name softly.

You pressed the seam of your lips into a tight, thin line as you shook your head again, tussling the stray beads of water out of your hair. You placed your hands on his chest, gently shoving him away to create some distance between you. You must be heavy sitting on top of him like this and you would hate it if you caused him any amount of discomfort. You refused to look at him, a small pout tugging at your plump lips as your cheeks puffed up. 

“Nothing” you lied. 

A soft chuckle breezed past Childe’s lips at your defiance, a patient smile stretching his lips as he brushed the hair out of your glassy eyes and tugged the long strands behind your ears. 

“It’s obviously something if you’re being a pouty baby about it” Childe countered, gently prodding at you. “Come on, tell me.”

You squeaked as he bounced you in his lap, legs shifting beneath you to better hold you closer. You could feel his thunderous heartbeat dance beneath the palm of your hand, the tips of your fingers tingling as they pressed against the deep scar that was slashed across his ribs.  

“It’s nothing” you said. “I’m just fat and ugly.”

A sharp hiss whistled through your teeth as Childe pinched your round cheeks with his calloused fingers, tugging on your skin until you started to make a fuss. There was a small pinch between his brow, but his expression eased when he next spoke.

“No one is allowed to speak ill of you” Childe reprimanded. “And that includes you.”

You weakly swatted at his hands until he decided to relent. Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment but you couldn’t find the strength in yourself to move away from Childe. It was nice, being pressed this close to him as he gently eased your worries with each passing moment. You stuffed your dry lips between your teeth, idly chewing on the cracked and peeling skin as you softly sniffled. 

“Be honest. I am fat” you muttered, letting go of your bruised lips as a dejected sigh blew past your lips.

“You are not” Childe immediately responded. 

The nasty thoughts itching at the back of your skull paused in their relentless onslaught as your ears perked up. His voice sounded so genuine and sincere that you were inclined to believe him. But the seeds were already so buried deep within your heart and soul that just a few words of affirmation weren’t quite enough to simply uproot them. Childe squeezed your soft stomach into the palms of his large hands until the soft pudge spilled between the splayed digits. You squirmed from the attention, not quite used to having your love handles squeezed so fondly. 

“You’re like a little chubby bird” Childe said, plucking words out of his head as he looked thoughtful. “They’re round and cute. How could you hate such innocent, soft creatures?”

A disgruntled noise bubbled up your throat as you buried your flushed face into the crook of his neck, hiding your unshed tears as you nudged your head into his damp skin.

“Stop” you complained. 

Even if you grumbled about it, your body was completely relaxed around him and your words were starting to lose its bite. Since you were content to keep your face pressed so close to him, Childe thought it was the perfect opportunity to reach for the shampoo bottle sitting perched next to him. He swiped it from its spot and popped the cap to it, briefly pressing it to his nose as the scent of passion flowers tickled his senses. You nuzzled your face deeper into his neck as Childe massaged his fingers through your hair, lathering the shampoo into your locks as he gently teased the tangles out. Your eyes slipped close in the silence that followed, the nasty thoughts that had bubbled to the surface finally sinking back into the abyss where they belonged. Your ears pricked forward as Childe decided to speak again, letting the thoughts in his head flow out without rhyme or reason, yet done with so much practiced ease that you felt like he had said them over and over again. 

“You know, I sometimes wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’re beautiful. Even if you gained weight, you’d still look gorgeous to me. You’re healthy and perfectly fine with just the way you are. And I’ll keep telling you and proving you wrong no matter how much you bad mouth yourself. You’re my sweet girl and nothing is going to take you away from me.”

It took you a long moment to process his words as he continued to rub his fingers along your scalp. You melted into his touch, a contented purr rumbling in your chest as your body thrummed with content. You smiled softly as you pressed your cheek into his shoulder, looking up at him with eyes just as dazed as your mind. 

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a sweet talker you are, Tartaglia?” 

He shrugged his shoulders in a nonchalant roll, forcing you to move your head as you pressed closer to him. His lips brushed against the tip of your nose as he chuckled softly, the faintest hint of sparkle in the depths of his azure gaze. 

“I’m a debt collector, sweet talking is part of the deal.”

You hummed softly as you poked your fingers into his side, your fingertips tickling his ribs as you idly traced the dips of his scars. Not even that was much of a distraction as he finished lathering your hair in sweet scented shampoo, the tips of his fingers already pruning from how long you had both been soaking in the tub for. . 

“Feel a bit better?” he asked. 

You hummed in agreement. “A bit. Thank you.” 

You briefly pressed your lips to his cheek. When you pulled back, your nose crinkled. 

“I think you should wash your hair too. It smells like a battlefield.”

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Hi. I love your style both the doll style and the other one(is there a name to it?). I loved your recent viserra, it reminded me of a fic I read long ago.

In mid 93 AC, Lord Theomore finally passed at the age of seventy-seven. At the funeral the Princess wore a rather scandalous gown, a risque cut dress, though the princess would simply name it 'Valyrian fashion', as she has done a thousand times over. It was known the Princess was quite fond of Valyrian fashion. It was made from the finest silk that cascaded like flowing water, in a haunting black colour. It was trimmed with black layered myrish lace at the ends. The dress had red myrish lace motifs of dragons it was embroidered with threads of pure gold. The black silk had thousands of small diamonds, both white and black and the red lace had hundreds of small rubies, so small, each of the gems made the whole dress shimmer with each of her movements, the sunlight only illuminating it, making her seem almost ethereal. The ends of her skirt had red flames with. Her neck and shoulders were left completely uncovered, the dress's neckline gracefully exposing the princess's shoulders. A flowing cape of black silk seamlessly connected to the back of the dress, cascading down with elegance. The dress hugged every inch of her frame leaving no sight for modesty. Around her waist she wore a belt made of valyrian steel, it was covered in rubies, it had dragons carved on it with two dragons facing off on front of her belt. She wore a veil made of silk tulle to cover her lovely face as a sign for modesty, but anyone who knew her would know it was to simply hide her blooming smile no one had seen in years. Atop her veil, she adorned a tiara crafted from a fallen tooth of her dragon, black and dark with six rubies, for six years of her damned marriage. On her ears, she wore earrings of Valyrian steel, ornate black metal with rubies and small vials—each vial that hangs contains her own blood, for the blood she had bleed through her whole marriage. Her ringlets that she had not cut since cut since founding out about her pregnancy had now reached her thighs, cascading gracefully in lustrous flowing curls.

I know it's too much to ask, but I've had this dress in my mind for years. And I would love to see it in your style. I hope I don't sound much too demanding or anything. Thank you☺️💓

Im not the best at clothing visualization, which i guess is kinda bad since i love costume design, BUT i did my best and i hope you like it!!❤

(Also for the style question i have three that i default to, my paper doll style, chicken style and portrait style. I used my paper doll and portrait styles the most.)

[ambersock]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Thanks so much for the ask @wilsonthemoose!

Thorn in Your Side

If there are worse ways to spend a day than being sliced to ribbons while being Dr. Phil’d by the King of Hell, Sam can’t think of any.

This one was an absolute blast to write. I thought I’d have difficulty finding Crowley’s voice, but it actually came fairly readily. I’m not sure what that says about me.

Man-in-the-middle

Sam hears the driver’s side door open, hears footsteps approaching. He remembers that Dean still has Ruby’s demon-killing blade.

My second fic ever, a voice-mail fixit. I think these are a rite of passage for SPN fic writers. I love the blood imagery and the transitions in Sam’s thought processes.

Threshold

Dean is forced to come to terms with his relationship with alcohol. There are people who want to help him, if he's willing to accept it.

This one was a tough subject to tackle and not something I ever would have thought of writing on my own. I’m glad I got this prompt.

Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc

Sam waits, kneeling, for his execution.

What if Dean hadn't missed?

This one was another challenge. There was a tumblr thread with people saying how they wished SPN had gone through with Dean killing Sam, and no one took up my double-dog dare to actually write it. I finally lost patience and did it myself.

Thick as a Brick

In the days following Dean being cured of the Mark of Cain, Dean is fine. Sam isn't.

This was one where it felt like someone else was typing the story through my fingers. It’s my go-to comfort fic when I need to read a ‘brothers’ story that isn’t schmoopy.

Honorable mention: Convergence

Sam wakes up after his wall breaks.

This one is done in a very experimental, stream-of-consciousness style. It was a major risk, and I’m glad I took it.

[iznsfw]

NGL I am not into any idols other than Rosé but bloody hell Eunbi is hot

And also gauel

What is your current Bias list ?

Become a Rubi! One of us one of us ONE OF US—

Anyway, about the bias list? Here you go!

IZ's Official Bias List

1. Kwon Eunbi

Me ulting Eunbi is obvious even to those who don't read my work lmao. She's the idol I've written the most for, the idol in my avatar, the idol in my heart. She's super hot (don't tell me you weren't already thinking about her tits) and also insanely pretty. I genuinely believe she's the prettiest idol to grace the K-pop scene.

But besides that, I love that she can be adorable, too. Yes, she has a banger body, but having all that while being a cute-ass dork? My no. 1, and she's not moving from that spot any time soon.

2. Kim Taeyeon

I think I have a thing for leaders lmfao. Taeyeon is a powerhouse vocal with such a pretty face and a no-bullshit personality. I think her calling out SM recently was the hottest she's ever been for me. She's so pretty, but insanely sure and confident of herself, and as someone who isn't like that, I admire her for it.

She's close to beating Eunbi at no 1 ngl if it weren't for the waterbomb pics. That aside, though, the fantasies of Taeyeon domming the fuck out of me keep her up there at my bias list.

3. Tiffany Young/Hwang Miyoung

The sweetest mommy ever. She and Tae are my biases in SNSD, and I'm so happy theyve been meeting up recently. They're soulmates. <3

Anyway if Taeng is a hot dom, Tiffany's a sweet nurturing one. Her smile is the prettiest, and I love every bit of her.

4. Irene/Bae Joohyun

I swear to God all of my biases are mommies excepting Eunbi lol. But yeah, Irene is the best visual, and it's canon that she's the best mommy there is, the perfect balance between harsh and soft. I'll get to write a solo fic for her someday, Tiff likewise <3

5. Kim Gaeul

It will always be a wonder for me: why don't I write that much for her? She's dropped down the list a little but I'll never forget how she made me fall for her. And yes, i hear your gaeul requests and I'll write them, I promise.

If I weren't a DIVE, I would have guessed that she was the leader. Gaeul has a girl crush face with the laid back personality any guy would fall for. #ButtfuckGaeul, #MarryGaeul, #BreedGaeul.

6. The rest of IZ*ONE ❤

All of them are precious to me. I keep voting on music shows they're nominated for and supporting their current paths. As much as I yearn for a reunion, I love them twelve individually. The iz in my name isn't for nothing.

So... yeah. My bias list is IZ*ONE and a few others kek.

[icarianiscariot]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY. omg okay. HI NEHA THANK U <3

none of these are my most popular fics on ao3 by any means but they are the ones that i have reread myself SEVERAL times. these are the fics that i absolutely wrote for myself (all my fics are for me, but these ones... top of that tier)

1) hurricane drill - blue lock - T - 3k

listen it might be recency bias but. hurricane drill is absolutely one of my darlings, and i knew going into it that it wouldn't be super popular due to the major character death tag, but it's still so very dear to me. i'm really excited to get around to the rest of the series.

2) all the ghosts (that are never gonna catch me) - rwby - G - 1k

running on the grief train, all the ghosts is also one of my favs!! it's a rwby fic centered around taiyang dealing w grief/depression, i think originally out of spite because i was seeing so much hate on my dash abt how he didn't "take care of"/properly "raise" yang and ruby as kids?? or something???? just. like. Bad Dad Taiyang takes. and i just wanted to idk, put some empathy into the world i guess. i think this is also one of my only all-lowercase fics, for the sake of stylistically encapsulating that grief.

3) growing pains duology - star wars - G - 2k

...i swear i write more than depression fics but they're my FAVORITES i guess!!! the modern domestic au is one i still reread myself pretty regularly. i miss the star wars days!!

4) to analyze your eyes - danganronpa - G - 5k

to analyze your eyes was probably the first fic i ever wrote that hit 5k and that came to me easily and immediately. i wrote this fic in a FRENZY. i had such a blast with it!! and i had a great many plans for this fic universe that i just never ended up getting around to, but it rotted in my brain for months providing serotonin, so. i love it <3

5) where the tear stain dries to keep you safe tonight - blue lock - T - 2k

i fucking love the itoshi brothers and where the tear stain dries was a culmination of all my brainrotting over them and desire to give them a reconciliation. i loved getting to play in sae's head and this fic rlly set me up for all my future sae-centric fics i think. and i also always love getting to write familial/platonic dynamics and tension!!

(secret 6th recommendation: the impending kaisae fake dating fic. chapter 1 will be dropping this weekend. keep an eye out.)

thanks for the ask, neha :D this was fun!!

[strange-destinations]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤ (if you want!)

Hell yeah, let's go:

sepelio - the Bernice Summerfield/Hannibal fusion AU (for obvious reasons)

wires got the best of him, the s2 Game of Rassilon Parker Killian character study that got out of hand but I'm still very fond of because come on. Parker.

Over the Moon - an interactive fiction/game piece for an obscure 1999 text-parser IF game that I wrote for last year's Yuletide. Abstract, strange, and I also wrote a soundtrack for it.

mice on venus - Seven and Ace modern AU, in which they play Minecraft and talk about family issues. I promise it's a lot better than it sounds.

Don't Get Attached - Sapphire and Steel, 10k of Silver and Ruby getting attached to a human and suffering about it.

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Thank you @ambersock for the nudge/inspiration to reflect on things I'm really proud of.

Job & Family This one is definitely top of my list because it’s dear to my heart in so many ways.  I spent 26 months writing this 600k beast.  It has several of my favorite original characters and fight scenes.  I love that act one starts pretty straightforward, then it jumps the rails with the second act (and I love the inherent trust of any reader who is willing to hang on).  The story gave me so much room to world build across multiple planes and dive into the politics and culture of Hell in particular. It’s simply the sandbox I could play in forever.

Beyond the End, There is a Season I often describe this fic as “Job & Family was several seasons of a tv show.  Beyond the End is a movie.”  My goal with the fic was to really dig into pacing and tension to play with suspense.  The main inspiration were 28 Days Later and A Quiet Place— with the added priority of a really mess interpersonal dynamic (post-canonical-betrayal Sam and Ruby).  It’s like 100k with the first 80% being almost entirely just Sam and Ruby having to work together.  Both in that character/relationship study and in individual moments, it lingers in a way I love.  I’m so proud of how it turned out.

Time for a Lesson My version of a dark fic.  It was for a dark fic bang and part of my challenged to myself was not relying on sexual violence to do the heavy lifting of danger.  I wanted to make the most unnerving, menacing Demon!Dean I could, one that would inevitably flay the canonical one.  Sam’s character arc in this one is something I’m very pleased with.  And I delight in this dark fic’s inspiration being Treason by the Book (a historical account of a failed incitement to treason, and specifically the poor bastard who got a target on his back because someone tried to incite him).

Cybernatural I don’t blame anyone for not giving this one a chance; it’s an odd one, but it has a lot of things that I’m so happy with.  The inspiration was, “If I could write a spn spinoff, what would the first season look like?”  This was my attempt at noir (it’s actually neo noir because it’s set in the future with some minor sci-fi tech), a genre that I actually didn't really like prior to writing this, but I studied it as part of the challenge to myself and grew to really appreciate its style.  It was also my attempt at writing an old version of Sam, particularly one struggling with passing the torch and his own insecurities.  I dig its case fic/noir vibe, and I cackled wildly at making readers read through a sex scene involving elderly people… because I often think of myself as your antagonist, here to put you where you never thought you’d be.

The Uncomfortable Adventures of Sam in Law School (WIP) Despite the fact that it is incomplete, this is another instance of world building that I’m so deeply proud of.  Stanford-era Sam getting caught up in the magic subculture of the San Francisco Bay Area.  Magical realism, drugs, lots of sex, Sam having anxiety and major illness, a chapter that delves into hunter culture and Sam’s relationship with his dad and Dean— that chapter is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. It's a piece that's so special to me that what holds me back most from completing it is fear of letting it down, but I hold out hope that with time and renewed practice (and maybe a couple vacations or ADHD medication to reboot me) I'll grow braver. Time will tell.

[nuri148]

💝CLARITY VALENTINE'S SPECIAL! 💝

We don't celebrate Valentine's day in this household (we do St. George's day, which is the local traditional lover's celebration before VD was imposed by greedy merchants and pervasive foreign media), but this plot bunny popped into my head a while ago so I went ahead and wrote it.

The scene takes place within my fic Clarity's universe; it assumes the reader is familiar with the setting and the characters, so be warned that if you haven't read the main story, you'll miss things.

Also, while there are still several chapters of Clarity to be written, the following fic takes place AFTER the planned ending, so if you don't want to be spoiled as to whether will-they-or-won't-they, hit the back button now. (yes that was rethorical).

And now, without further ado and by popular demand...

❤💜❤💜❤💜LoveLapsang Souchong

♥💜❤💜❤💜

(1380 words)

It is a cold February day; Levi’s out running errands when he notices something odd. Bakeries offer heart-shaped, red glazed biscuits and heart-sprinkled cakes; confectioners are rife with heart-shaped chocolates and chocolate boxes; stationers boast pink and red garlands, silk paper cupids and gold heart-shaped confetti over flowery cards; florists are bursting with blood red roses; jewelers display heart-shaped pendants and earrings, rubies, engagement rings, diamonds that last forever. Every shop, restaurant and cafe is decked with those gaudy decorations. Even the bank and the post office. It’s like smallpox, but with hearts.

It’s as perplexing as it is disgusting.

And who the fuck is Valentine?

To add insult to injury, the moment he goes back into his tea shop, his safe haven, he spots Lucy wearing a pink cardigan with little red hearts in it. The clash with her ginger  hair is paramount.

Her smile fades as she sees the murderous look Levi’s giving her. He ignores her question whether he’s alright and sits on one of the bar stools, leaning on the counter as though he were a patron.

“What the fuck’s with all them fucking hearts?”

Lucy puts on her perfect host smile.

“It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow!” she says, signaling to her ghastly cardigan with the same hand gesture she uses to show the biscuit selection to clients.

“Last I checked, it was Saturday.”

Realization hits her.

“Oh, God, you have no idea what Valentine’s is.”

“And I’m not sure I wanna know, though I guess I’m about to find out.”

Fairly enough, this is the first year the foreign holiday is being celebrated in Paradis. As the island opened up to the rest of the world over the years, and people has learned about other countries, so has arrived the knowledge of their customs and celebrations. Some are similar, like New Year; others are different. And among these, some, like Valentine’s, have slowly been gaining interest among the islanders. Lucy explains the story of the day with her usual cheerfulness.

“… a day to celebrate Love! and not just romantic love, no, LOVE in all its manifestations. A day to tell your lover, your best friends, all your favourite people, just how much they mean to you,” she concludes.

Levi is not amused.

“Utterly revolting.”

Lucy sighs loudly in frustration. “Why. Enlighten me,” she defies, hands akimbo.

“Tch. Corny as fuck. Why would I force any of that tacky heart shit on my loved ones? You don’t need a special day to show your affection.”

“I’ll concede that the Aesthetics of it may not be to everyone’s taste, but maybe you should consider giving your girlfriend something, you know, just in case. It doesn’t need to have hearts in it.”

“See?” he points with his missing fingers. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. Guilt-tripping people into consumism. Mikasa knows I don’t give a flying fuck about this kind of schemes. Besides, I just gave her a birthday present.”

Lucy looks sceptical, tilts her head and returns to work.

“If you change your mind,” she says, “I can share some ideas for the shop."

“Over my dead body,” he mumbles, then walks into the back office.

The door opens and Mikasa and Emma step in. Levi comes out on hearing the greetings; Mikasa blows him a kiss as she hangs her coat and hat on the rack and rushes to the bathroom. Emma tries to take out her coat without releasing her school bag, fumbles a lot, her blonde locks get all tussled and the coat ends up on the wrong side and into the umbrella stand.

“Leeevi!” she calls to him, more excitedly than usual.

“What’s the hurry that you mess your clothes like that? Your mother’s gonna have something to say …” Emma’s not listening; she’s laid her briefcase on the closest bar stool and is picking something from inside it.

“Here! For you!” she says, handing Levi a … card? He takes it, naturally.

“’The fuck is this?”

Her little face is glowing. “A valentine! We made them at school.”

Levi looks at the card, made of plain construction paper. The cover is a colourful pencil drawing of a heart-shaped teacup with its saucer and a heart-shaped cookie on the side. From the cup hangs a tea-bag string, and the label says “Lovesang Souchong”. On the top, two hearts, one red and one pink, and the phrase “Happy Valentine’s Day!” in purple letters.

He opens it, reads it.

He stands still, eyes fixed on the squiggly words of the five-year-old brat. He swallows.

“Thanks.” His voice comes out barely a whisper.

“Do you like it?” Emma asks, all smiles, and hugs his waist. Levi lays the card on the bar to hug her back.

“Yeah,” he mutters. Emma lets go of him and takes a look at the shop.

“Aren’t you going to do any Valentine Day’s specials?”

Levi hesitates for a moment.

“Er … We were just discussing that with Lucy. Lucy?”

Lucy’s face is contorted in an unfathomable expression: she’s been doing such an abysmal job at pretending not to be completely engrossed in the exchange that’s just taken place.

“Yes, I was thinking we could highlight the red berries tea, and the baker left a list of the themed biscuits he’ll be making, too.” While Lucy makes her speech, Mikasa has come back and perches on a stool, listening with interest. “He showed me a sample of a new cake; it’s called red velvet and it’s not cheap, but it’s absolutely to die for. As for decorations …”

“Is this about Valentine’s Day?” Mikasa asks. The others answer in the affirmative. She looks at Levi. “I thought you wouldn’t care about this kind of things.”

His ears go red.

“Well … every other shop in town is doing something, we can’t be any less, right?”

Mikasa nods appraisingly, glances at Lucy, who mirrors the appreciation while very discreetly gesturing to the valentine now lying on the corner of the bar. Mikasa gets up.

“Can we get that cake Lucy just said?” Emma has the perfect puppy eyes; not that she needs them.

“Sure,” Levi says, ruffling her hair. “Ginger, you take care of everything.”

“Emma, is this how you hang your coat?” her mother says, pointing to the umbrella stand. The little one goes to put it properly and Mikasa walks to the bar.

“What’s this?” She picks up the card.

“From Minimin,” he says, averting his eyes like he don’t care.

“I’m going to do my homework.” Emma leaves through the house door.

“May I?” Mikasa asks gently. He shrugs.

There are no customers at the moment; the only sound is Lucy placing the baked goods order on the telephone.

Mikasa opens the card and reads. Her lips curl slowly in a blissful smile. She gives the card back to Levi; his fingers graze hers as he takes it and their gazes cross. The tenderness in Mikasa’s eyes is sweeter than all the heart-shaped chocolates, softer than all the rose petals, brighter than all the diamonds.

She gives him a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss on the cheek and gets inside the house.

Levi takes a deep breath, goes to the till and hands Lucy some money to go buy decorations. "Just don’t go overboard with it,” he pleads. She acknowledges the instructions, thankfully quieter than her usual self, and leaves.

Now alone, Levi looks at the card again. Then, he rummages in the cupboard beneath the till for supplies. He wraps the card with a piece of cellophane, securing it tautly with sellotape. Next, he pins it to the wall, right beneath the framed picture of the tea shop Emma gave him months ago.

He contemplates the humble art display, sipping the tea Lucy brewed before leaving.

The smoky woodiness filling his throat is the perfect counter balance to the sickly-sweet profusion of romantic imagery. And yet, there’s something titillating in that bouquet; a sense of intimacy … Levi imagines himself cuddling with Mikasa by the fire, under a pile of blankets, in a secluded cabin, oblivious to the raging winter outside.

Lovesang Souchong, the damn brat wrote on that card. There’s an idea for a holiday special. His mouth quirks into a sardonic smile.

“Fucking Valentine.”

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

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Hiii! I just wanted to say that i love your fics! I got into them through your Gen z driver series which I adore! Sending all my love and hope you have a great week! - Liv. Xx ❤

hi, Liv!! ❣️ thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m happy you made your way to my blog and I hope you enjoy your stay here! 🫶 thank you for loving my works, it means so much!! 🥹

have a great week as well!! big kiss from Ruby!! 💋

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happy wincest wednesday!! can you say a few things about the sam/dean vid(s) you're most proud of or other ideas you're working on?

Hello ! Happy wincest wednesday to you !! :)

Thank you for the question !

Out of the 9 wips I have, 4 are sam/dean. The songs used are :

Devil in her heart by The Beatles : the lyrics work perfectly as a dialog between Sam and Dean about Ruby, with Dean trying to warn Sam (listen can't you see/she's got the devil in her heart/she’s gonna tear your heart apart) and Sam refusing to see the signs (oh, no, no, no, this I can't believe/no, no, nay, will she deceive) because Ruby swore she could save his brother (she’s an angel sent to me).

The song allows to revisit not only Sam’s obsession to keep Dean safe to the point of deluding and losing himself but also Dean’s obsession to keep Sam just for himself. The lyrics could actually be read as Dean trying, time after time, to convince Sam, that the woman he is currently interested in, is dangerous. The things is : for him, they don’t even have to be monsters to be wicked, they just have to threaten to take Sam away from him.  

Jenny by Studio Killers : the line 'we should be lovers instead' 👌 Pure pining. Perfect for both of the Winchesters but the vid will focus on Sam, infatuated with Dean. Sam who wants more but isn’t ready to risk it all since it may ruin their bond. The eternal dilemma of : should I confess and tell you why I can’t stand the men and women gravitating around you ?

Should I stay or should I go by The Clash : many doors slammed in this one. It’s all about them loving each other to death and still hurting each other like no one else can. It’s all about them fighting and disappointing their brother to the point of driving him away. Just to be lost when he is gone.

Brother by Nam Hye Seung : this instrumental is used to edit the podfic of this little story that captures so well how alone in the world they are :

It's only them. They are the center of each other's world :

‘You share blood and history, motel rooms and diner booths and the front seat of the car; when you don't know where he is, you are unsettled, on edge’.

There are so many great lines like this one in this fic ❤

I've made lots of SPN vids (about Dean and John, Sam and demon blood, their childhood, etc.) but the 5 that are my favorites so far are specifically about Sam and Dean. I don't know how many vids I will do in the future but one thing is for sure, their relationship will always be fascinating to me.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Heyy ruby!💞

Thank you for replying to my ask and yeah, that is all what i wanted to know as i get so much confused about my personality sometimes 😅😂🤡 and damn that rising fits me😂😂💝.

My favourite mommy! Seonghwa fic from you is thunderstorm (because i think i can relate to it?😂) . Hope to see more mommy! Seonghwa fics from you! 💞

Love❤.

Hi! @prettybabyme

Aww, you are such a pretty baby, your whole energy actually gives me sugar baby vibes but let's not talk about it haha.

And yes! There will be more!

In fact I will put a poll up soon regarding what mommy!hwa should be next.

[julchenawesome]

"His smile twists, falling away. He rubs at his face with both hands, before pulling them away to stare at them.

These hands, capable of so much creation, had nearly destroyed that which he loved most. What had they done?

His fingers curl into his palms, nails biting into flesh. What had he done?"

"Feel like we only go backwards"-Chapter 22, by @oldpotatoe

I hope you liked it!❤💙🤭

[ID: dark blue/black/little red background, Sokka in the left center, with his hair down and with the water tribe clothes, looking horrofied to his hands. But actually, he sees Zuko (right-center) between the hands, long hair and red robes. It's a memory of Zuko being strangled, and holding his wrist. He is crying, suffering, and Sokka is guilty. Over them arecte sentences: These hands, capable of so much creation, had nearly destroyed that which he loved most. What had they done?. END ID]

[mysticalgalaxysstuff]

Beautiful, I enjoyed your Bake-off fic so much and can't believe it was your first fic, it was perfection ❤️

So I have to ask, do you have any plans to write more? Because we love Marissa (but ofc no pressure!)

Love you 😘

Dearest Ruby ❤

Thank you for dropping by and for saying that you loved my first fic! It means a lot, you have no idea! 🥹💕 Also, I still have to reblog your lovely reply, I haven't forgotten about that! Sorry about the delay, my precious 😩

I do have some ideas swimming around my head for a while now. One of them has been in my drafts for 2 months and the others are pretty much outlined. So yes, I do plan to write more for them! I just want the almighty writing forces to grant me some time and motivation for me to sit and write it askjakjskjk 😩 Hopefully I will, later this week. I can definitely say that your ask has pushed me in the right direction to do it, my love 😊

Once again, thank you so much for your immense interest! I'm deeply touched!! Love you too!! ❤❤🤗

[oldpotatoe]

Happy New Year, Ruby!!!

I hope this would be an amazing year for you. You are an amazing writer, brilliant, and I will always support you in everything. Flwogb and your spiderman fic are wonderful, angst and also had a spark that made them special. You are special :)

See you soon ;) and sending love ❤🎉

tysm you're the absolute best. happy new year to you too! <3

[lem-20]

Lovely Leah ❤️

What is your favourite memory of writing a fic? Which one is it, and where/when did you write it?

ILYSM ❤️❤️❤️

Darling Ruby, thank you so much for this ask ❤

My memory is terrible nowadays, so I can't really remember specific fics (and I feel like it was a lifetime ago that I last wrote one), but I will say that 2020/early 2021 was a great time to be part of the fandom and I loved writing every fic (though some of my earlier ones were 😬 hence why they are no longer on my masterlist 😆)

As you know my favourite thing to do was rewrites or add extra scenes, so I loved reading each chapter, then being able to make any changes that I wanted. At the time I didn't have a working laptop so all my writing was done on my phone and usually at really random times, like in the middle of vacuuming, but mostly lying in bed in the middle of the night 🤭 I was always so determined to get my ideas and writing out there. It was great having something to focus on though and being able to share it with lots of others who loved OH as much as I did. I really miss those days!

Love you ❤ And I really love seeing you back here!

[dragynkeep]

Hey hey I noticed in your pinned ais’s old nickname is still on there (says it’s owl & luke’s blog, then right after it says aisling they/them). Wanted to let ya know!

Also, never thought I’d find another person that likes Mercury/Ruby. Fics of them are nonexistent, and only one of the few is updating (that I know of) 😭. And uh there’s one hella sus one on fanfiction.net that I hope isn’t still updating…

Also also, you’re both lovely, and all those anons in your inbox working themselves into a fit can pound sand! ☺️

LMAO i knew i was missing something, thanks for the heads up!

i adore quicksilver so much, it was one of my first hero / enemy ships when i came into the rwby fandom & saw this really good edit for them on youtube. i know, it's like a damn drought in the fic space but hopefully in the future i'll be able to knock some stuff out for them. also ff.net is a cursed place end of story wheeze.

why thank you darling, you're lovely too! we hope you have a good day mwuah ❤