#so I’m gonna reread this 1000 times thank you so so so much

[celosiaa]

Hi Connor, I hope you’re doing okay!!!!! 💖Thank you for letting me write this lil fic for your post about leaf pile shenanigans!!!!!! Everything you write, draw and headcanon for the Emmaverse is so perfect and I am so excited to write something within this beautiful AU. This got away from me a bit, but I hope it brings you some joy and you can vicariously enjoy the great outdoors through Jon, Tim, Martin and Emma’s mischief 🍁

From the front window of their new house, Martin has watched the tree turn from a bare-boned thing to blossom to vivid leaves firm even against summer storms. The tree has grounded him through sleepless nights with Emma since her arrival last year, through Tim and Sasha’s return to their lives, through Jon’s nightmares. A lighthouse against the Lonely. The house surveyor had told them to cut it down, unsure of how deeply its roots might reach, but Martin couldn’t bring himself to make the arrangements. He feels that he should give it something back, a repayment for its solidity, and so he has tended to it through the seasons with gentle dedication.

Alas, the leaves are a hazard now that they’ve turned orange and fallen. The rain turns them slippery, and Martin doesn’t want Emma to trip on them when she bundles him out of the door on the mornings he gets to take her to nursery, excited to have her Dad there after a long stint of nightshifts. Nor does he want them to disrupt Jon’s journey to the car on the days that his joints are stiff and he needs his cane. So he sees raking the leaves as part of his duty both to the tree and his family.

Martin falls into a happy and methodical reverie, until Tim interrupts: “You missed a spot.”

Tim is sitting with Jon on two rickety camping chairs they’d dragged out of the garage, ostensibly so they can watch Emma and an off-duty Iris play on the lawn. They’re both holding cups of tea, steaming in the cool, clear autumn air, and they have—until now—been catching up about work. It’s a busy time for them both: Jon is welcoming the new students, and the fire department are running their usual campaigns about safety with Halloween decorations and fireworks. Recently, Tim’s team even payed a visit to Emma’s nursery school to give a presentation, which she had gushed about for weeks afterwards.

Now, though, they seem to be up to something. As glad as Martin is to see them getting along, after so much and so long, he’s not sure he likes the matching mischievous looks on their face.

Martin pauses, leaning on the rake. He’ll humour them, just this once. (It will happen again, of course, but Martin always likes to pretend it’s a one-off.) “What do you mean, I’ve missed a spot?”

“He’s right,” Jon says, schooling his expression into one of seriousness, although the roguish glint lingers in his eyes, “By the drain.”

Martin doesn’t look, still playing along with his most petulant expression. “I started by the drain. It’s spotless.”

“We would never criticise your immaculate raking technique, Martin,” Tim promises, as if offended by the implication.

“We just wouldn’t want Mrs Jenkins complaining about her driveway flooding again,” Jon adds solemnly, placing down his tea, “Are you sure there are no leaves by the drain?”

“I’m one hundred percent sure,” Martin insists, trying not to smile and let on that he’s onto them.

“Because I can count at least seven from here,” Tim says, also balancing his tea on the concrete by his feet.

Jon tilts his head. “I would say eight.”

Tim nods exaggeratedly. “Jon says eight. And he remembered to wear his glasses today, so I trust his judgement.”

Only because Martin physically put the glasses on Jon’s face this morning, while Jon was going through the process of making cinnamon porridge half-asleep and on muscle memory alone. But Martin doesn’t mention this to Tim. Not that Tim isn’t well aware of Martin’s fussing, having—along with Jon—been bundled into a coat and scarf and gloves before being allowed to sit outside, justified by worried mentions of asthma flare-ups and ear infections and setting a good example for Emma.

Martin places a hand on his hip, still leaning on the rake. “Eight, you say?”

Tim and Jon nod in unison.

“That does sound like quite a lot of leaves,” Martin continues.

“You can never be too careful,” Jon says.

“Sometimes, the worst hazards start off small,” Tim tells them, “I would know.”

Martin quirks his eyebrows. “Perhaps I should check the drain, then.”

Jon nods, just once, managing to still look very serious. “Perhaps you should.”

“Well, then,” Martin sighs, taking his weight off the rake and beginning to turn towards the drain at the end of the driveway they share with their neighbours. He makes sure to speak loudly with his back turned. “Where on earth are these eight stray leaves?”

There’s the sound of a scuffle behind him, the camping chairs creaking and skittering on the concrete driveway, and a breathless laugh as Tim and Jon’s feet hit the ground in unison. There’s not much space between the camping chairs and the leaf pile, so Tim and Jon’s run-up is short but effective.

Martin turns just in time to see them launch themselves into the leaf pile, and he’s glad he constructed it on the grass rather than the concrete, because Tim and Jon don’t always think things through when they’re being competitive. Their landing is significantly cushioned, at least, and they end up on their backs, pillowed by red and orange leaves. Jon blows one out of his face and Tim laughs, loud and carefree, the sound echoing against the house.

“I won,” Tim declares.

“You did not,” Jon protests.

“Oh, I very much did.”

“Tim, if you are suggesting that—”

“If I’m suggesting what? That I was the county best at long jump between the ages of eight and eleven, and that gave me a natural advantage in this particular competition?”

Jon props himself up on his elbows on the leaf pile and looks imploringly at Martin, his glasses askew and a leaf stuck by its stem in the left hinge. “Martin.”

“I couldn’t possibly have seen who won,” Martin says, “I was busy inspecting the drain, which—like I said—is spotless.”

It’s at this moment that Iris lets out a slightly confused woof, as Emma abandons the mudpies they’ve been making together to copy her Baba and Uncle. She squeals, her little legs moving at full speed as she waddle-runs towards the leaf pile.

Martin’s too far away. He drops the rake, shouting, “Emma, no!”

But, of course, she doesn’t listen. She has a very specific mindset when it comes to times like this, an unshakable determination: Emma, yes. She runs to the leaf pile, stops clumsily in front of it, and then promptly jumps into its depths. Or, more accurately, she falls face-first into the pile, arms outstretched, her red wellies only just leaving the ground, and disappears through an Emma-shaped hole between where Tim and Jon are lying, looking somewhat dazed by the turn of events.

There’s a breathless moment, a frozen snapshot when the chilly late-afternoon turns momentarily sinister, all long shadows and suspended breezes. Martin doesn’t move, doesn’t hear the echoing clatter of the rake, until there’s a flurry within the leaf pile and then Emma emerges with a raucous giggle.

Everything rushes back into motion, the autumn colours warm and the moment welcoming again. Emma has popped up from the leaf pile like a meerkat from the ground, inspecting her surroundings, an image that is reinforced by her knitted hat with the attached bear-shaped ears. There’s a bright grin on her face, and a lyrical quality to her laugh that tells Martin she’s excited rather than hurt or afraid. Iris is circling and snuffling around the leaf pile, somewhat confused but not overtly concerned, and Jon smiles fondly as he picks leaves from the wool of Emma’s hat while Tim shakes with the force of his own laughter.

Martin’s breath whooshes out of him in relief and he finds himself laughing too, a little breathless. “God, Emma, you—please be careful, sweetheart.”

“I win, I win,” Emma says, clapping her hands together. Her mittens make her applause sound padded and soft.

Martin gives Jon a long-suffering look. Jon looks back, half-apologetic, half-look how happy she is, habibi. And it is true, Emma looks happy, rosy-cheeked and still laughing as Iris now makes her way into the leaf pile, too. It’s adorable. Martin’s losing sight of the possible dangers in favour of the cuteness, the fact that everyone is just fine. Better than fine. They’re happy, all of them.

“Alright, I concede defeat,” Tim announces, “Emma gets the title of Ultimate Leaf Leaper.”

Emma squeals in delight again. Jon pulls her further out of the leaves so she can sit on his lap, giving her a kiss on the cheek before he goes back to picking leaves out of her hat. Tim lifts his hand and Emma reaches across to give him an enthusiastic high five. Martin thinks he is going to melt into a puddle from the joy of it all.

“Stay right there,” Martin says to them, all thoughts of raking abandoned now, “I’m getting the camera.”

*

Later that night, they’re propped up in bed—Jon reading a battered library book about syntax in 19th century literature, and Martin clicking through the photos he’s uploaded from the camera to his laptop. Emma is fast asleep in her bedroom, after a bedtime story about a hedgehog making a home from leaves that Martin hopes will dissuade her from jumping into any random leaf piles she sees out and about, although he promised she can still play in the ones they make outside together.

“I’m definitely emailing this one to Sasha,” Martin says, angling the laptop towards Jon.

Jon folds the book carefully closed and looks at the photo. Tim and Jon are both half-engulfed by the leaf pile, with Emma sitting in Jon’s lap and Iris doing her best to likewise perch on Tim. They’re all grinning at the camera, bundled up in their coats and scarves and hats. It’s adorable.

“She’ll love it,” Jon agrees.

“It’s a shame she couldn’t come today.” Martin chews his bottom lip, shutting the laptop. “I don’t think we have any recent photos of her.”

“You’re not in it either,” Jon murmurs.

“Oh, well, I—someone had to take the photo.”

“Remind me, then,” Jon says, leaning over and kissing Martin’s hair, “To ask someone to take our picture when we go pumpkin picking.”

“Since when are we going pumpkin picking?”

“Since Emma told me she wanted to and I spent two hours Googling places nearby.”

“Not spooky—?”

Jon gives him a withering look. “Not spooky Google, no.”

“Good.” Martin smiles, a little shy. “We’ll get a family photo, then. At the pumpkin place. And we can frame it. And put it on the wall next to this one, and the one I’m going to take of Sasha and Tim next time they come over, and—oh, and that one of Emma on her first day at nursery I keep meaning to get printed!”

Jon smiles softly. “Our family.”

“Our family,” Martin agrees, “I’m really happy, Jon.”

He’s so happy he’s not sure what to do with it. He’s scared it will disappear, like fog through his fingers. He’s scared he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t tell Jon any of this, but Jon seems to understand, to feel it too.

“So am I, Martin,” Jon says, “So am I.”

Martin thinks of the tree, of its changing leaves, its vulnerability to the seasons, the way it antagonised the previous tenants of the house. And yet it’s still there. Martin thinks of his contentment in the same way, as he falls asleep next to Jon: a thing that might change, might grow, might retreat sometimes while blossoming at others, but it has deep roots, and he has no plans to cut it down any time soon, not anymore.

There we go!!!! I played Emmaverse bingo with myself with how many headcanons I could remember and get in here, but I’m sorry if I forgot anything or if the ages/order of events are a bit muddled!!!!! Thank you again for letting me write this, I had so much fun!!!!💖💖💖

[andypantsx3]

andy, you are a very talented, splendid writer, and i will never stop binge reading any of your series, because they all feel brand new with every read— if anything, they also age like the finest wine ever

i’m not sure how exactly you have antis in your inbox because how— can someone hate you? i still don’t get it, if they hate something you write they should just block it like?? thanks for defending a fictional character���s rights i guess 😨

everything aside, i hope you’re doing okay, and stay well hydrated, at all times!

by the way, how did shouto react in vested interest, when he saw y/n being bothered by hiroji in chapter 4? don’t answer this part if you don’t want to, but i’d love to hear it

Hello my angel!! Thank you so much, it means everything to me that you've reread some of my fics!! They’re so short, I never know how they’re gonna hold up with another read through. 😭💕

I personally did not get antis, but thank you again for worrying about me!! It was another friend who I was all up in arms about—she's one of the kindest, most thoughtful people on the platform so I legit could not believe someone was starting shit in her inbox.

And do you mean from Shouto's POV? If so, hell yeah here you go!! Sorry it accidentally turned into 1000+ words lol.

POV: ur a possessive lil shit about to engage in the ultimate shit stirring maneuver

Shouto had never liked Hiroji Kitamura, for as long as he had known him.

In some respects, he knew his distaste stemmed partially from jealousy, that Kitamura had known you longer, had laid his claim to you well before you’d ever set foot in Shouto’s agency. Shouto had tried to extend him the benefit of the doubt, as it wasn’t in his nature to dislike people unless they had done harm—in which case he knew himself capable of holding a grudge like no other. 

But his distaste for Kitamura had only intensified over time, growing roots and budding into a deep dislike the more Shouto got to know him.

Kitamura wasn’t stupid, but he was hardly the strategic genius he thought himself to be. You’d described him as self-possessed, but Shouto rather thought he was smug, and not nearly as diligent as he ought to be. He’d never seen the man fetch you a drink or lend you a jacket or extend even the most common of courtesies a gentleman might show his significant other, or even an acquaintance for that matter.

Shouto knew none of this bothered you, as you were as independent and self-sufficient as anyone he’d ever seen, but that didn’t change the fact that Kitamura was not good enough.

He wasn’t nearly as good to you as Shouto would be, if you were his.

Shouto had been pleased to see the back of Kitamura, and even happier to torch the jacket he’d left in your apartment, a proxy for what Shouto would like to do to the man himself. And he’d been even more quietly pleased to see you recovering yourself, showing interest in people again, even if it began with Benjiro. He’d waited three long months to see you happy again, and it wouldn’t do to see you backslide.

So when he’d caught the scathing look Kitamura tossed your way, something in him had snapped.

He’d been out of his jacket and across the red carpet before he had time to think, maneuvering Monoma out of the way as neatly as he could manage while his mind was white hot with vexation. And then, when Kitamura had circled back for you, looking absolutely thunderous, Shouto didn’t give a single thought to abandoning the crew of Hero Weekly mid-question.

As he approached you, Kitamura was spitting out an angry commentary that made the flames of Shouto’s quirk shoot to his fingertips. 

“Yeah you always thought you were such hot shit, didn't you?” Kitamura was saying. “Always fucking blabbing about how great things were going, how fucking fast Shouto's star was rising. But you had nothing to do with that, and you were just lucky to be along for the ride. And you know that, don't you? I heard you haven’t even been seeing anyone since I left you. Don’t tell me you’re still crying over me?”

Shouto watched you open your mouth, a furious slope to your brow.  If he was thinking straight, he might have let you tell Kitamura off the way you were obviously about to, the way you probably deserved to.

But he wasn’t thinking straight. 

All of his instincts screamed that he assert himself in front of Kitamura, and he was moving before he could stop himself.

“There you are, love,” he heard himself say. He pulled you into his side and pressed a hand to your hip to stop himself from igniting his quirk, clutching you to him like a fire blanket. They probably revoked licenses for things like setting your intended’s ex-boyfriend on fire, especially when there were camera crews around to identify the culprit.

And he couldn’t very well court you from a prison cell in Tartarus.

You shifted against him softly, and Shouto felt some of his anger bleed out of him. He watched Kitamura’s eyes dart down to his hand on your hip, and smug self-satisfaction pooled his gut instead. He let his thumb stroke purposefully down your hip bone, intoning Kitamura’s name in greeting.

“T-Todoroki,” Kitamura replied, obviously caught off guard.

Shouto couldn’t help but twist the knife in deeper. 

“I believe I told you to wear it if you were cold, love,” Shouto said, carefully rearranging his features into a mask of blank stillness.

You looked up at him, a sweet little curl of confusion on your mouth. Shouto wanted to kiss it off your lips, but he settled for tugging his suit jacket out of your hands instead, settling it around your shoulders. He made a show of dragging his fingers carefully down your neckline as he did, noting Kitamura’s anger with some satisfaction, and then the little shiver that went down your spine with even greater satisfaction.

It was another confirmation of what he’d started to suspect—that you might return the same affections that he bore for you—and it suddenly was taking all of his willpower not to drag you off to the nearest broom closet to show you exactly what those affections entailed.

That could come later. Right now, there was a score to settle.

You huffed a laugh, pulling Shouto’s jacket more securely around your shoulders as you did. The sight of it against your skin sent a surge of the same possessiveness that had been haunting him for months racing through his veins. 

Shouto watched you, pleased, as you faced Kitamura again, looking like you’d much rather be talking to him than Kitamura.

“It was great to see you again, Hiroji, but we don’t want to be late,” you said. “I’m sure we’ll catch you around.”

It did not escape Shouto’s notice how eagerly you settled back into his side.

Kitamura didn’t seem to know what to do with his face as he watched you press yourself back under Shouto's arm. His expression flickered from anger to shock and back again. His hands balled into fists at his side, and he let out a grunt that might have been an acknowledgement.

Shouto murmured a farewell, doing nothing to disguise his smug tone, and slid his hand back pointedly back to your hip. 

And then he was guiding you away, into the dark of the theater beyond, victory singing in his blood.

You had definitely moved on from Kitamura, it was plain to him now. And now that things had been settled in that most final of manners, he felt no reservations about putting things into action.

Perhaps it was a blessing that you’d run into Kitamura after all, much as he detested the man.

As now Shouto knew. It was finally time to make his move.

[molinaskies]

Ok there's a lot of caps in here and it's kinda long but I nEED to tell youuu😭😭😭

Oh my GOD O HOY MYBGOSI MYGOSHGDHOVMG

I LOVE YOU COME WITH ME KILLED ME 1000 TIMES OVER I LOVED IT SO DAMN MUCH THE WAY YOU HANDLED THE VHARACTERS WAS CHEF KISS AND THE WAY THE STORY FLOWED FRLT SO NATURAL IM NOT OKAYYYY

I love that you gave Amy so much awesome spotlight because she's!!! A really!! Cool!!! Character!! And it was so cool seeing how you put in different ways of how she can stand out AS a character it was SO

YES

SO MUCH YES AMY IS A DIMENSIONAL CHARACTER AND U 100% MADE ME LIKE HER CHARACTER POTENTIAL SO MUCH MORE ALREADY OMG

And I looooove how you explored BOTH of their nuances!!! It felt so easy to actually see and EVERY interaction felt so REAL AND LOVELY AND HEARTWRENCHING NHBUHSBBUBHSOBBING

I don't read fanfiction like ever And! And I BINGED this entire thing!!!! LITERALLY From when I found it to the very last chapter!

I love when people look at sonic and see all the in-character folds that are there that nobody pays attention to!! Like how he's a really sweet guy but doesn't show it much and how with all the complexity of Amy's character it just comes out so EASILY and how they just FIT SO WELLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

LITERALLY E V E R Y TIME SOMETHING WAS A SWEET LINE OR A LITTLE HINT CALLBACK TO A PREVIOUS THING I LIKE DANCED AROUND LIKE ACTUALLY IT MADE ME SO GIDDY

I mashed that kudos button like crazy LEMME GIVE MORE THAN ONE AO333333

I almost never react to media I take in and this!!!!! Destroyed meeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE LITERALLY EVERY EMOTION TO FEEL WAS THEREEE

ANYWAY, I ADORE this fanfic analysis of the characters EVERY SINGLE WORD CHOICE AND DIALOG LINE AND PARAGRAPH SPACING AND ENVIRONMENT DESCRIPTION WAS SO PERFECT I LOVED IT LOVED IT LOVED IT SO MUCHHH

I'm like ACTUALLY gonna reread this at some point I loved it sm I could gush about every individual chapter bc I read them so hard WORD FOR WORD THERES SO MUCH PACKED IN THEREEE

There's probably like a zillion typos in there but I stayed up reading this so my brain is hardly anything but in a dream state already LMAO

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Thank you, Anon! You’re so lovely and so sweet 🥺 this made my day to read!! Thank you for reaching out :)

I Love You - Come With Me has my heart and soul inside it, so I’m absolutely touched to hear how much you enjoyed the journey! I’m glad you caught all my little hints and things :))

Thank you again for your kindness ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[lycanlovebites]

Houuughhghhghg yeah I also gotta sit down for a while after reading your tags… you are so so kind thank you so much 🥹 I love writing and when a good Blorbo idea hits sometimes a am suddenly transformed into a mere vessel for the muse of writing until it’s done with me. I literally saw your original tags about Gabriel like at 3 am that night and I ended up going to bed at like 4:30am because I physically couldn’t rest until I was done writing about my sad little wet guy and his guilt and paranoia. I’m gonna be so real w you: I am such a huge fucking sucker for the trope of “yes these major life moments and decisions have shaped you into a completely different person than you were ‘supposed’ to be, and it has lead to fear of being discovered and fear for your loved ones and shame and guilt for trying to hide it even though you want to be open, you want to show the world that you CARE, that you LOVE, that these people are your everything but you can’t because it wouldn’t be safe for you or for anyone. But even though it’s hard and may very well end up being dangerous, you still choose to do it. You choose every single fucking day of your life to live with your loved ones like this, and you would sin every day and night and hour and minute, damning you to hell, if it meant you could hold your lovers close and hold their hand and sit peacefully with them for even just a minute longer.” I just gggrgrrrrgrrhhhrrr!!!! Hhrrrgrr!! I go feral for it. I go absolutely insane. I eat it up every single time!!! I keep going back to reread that whole part about “would you do it again?” And i gotta lay down and stare at the ceiling for a while to recover. I WROTE it and yet every single it hits me like a freight train. It’s so good it’s so good!!!! Also sorry for inflicting psychic damage upon you via my oc. Now we’re BOTH thinking abt the Blorbo and his devasting guilt!!

I just wanna thank YOU for sending me that ask about Sol!! Until you and your ask I like haven’t done this much writing and character development in like.. years?? I’m so fucking serious that your ask and you going feral over my blorbos and their lore and thoughtfully leaving galaxy brain analysises of them is like the best thing that’s happened to me on tumblr and just ANYWHERE I’ve posted abt my ocs. Like you GET THEM!!! You see my vision of them!!! It’s so beautiful and crazy to me that someone else likes my ocs as much as I do and I’m so so grateful for you!!! Metaphorically I am giving you 1000 forehead kisses and shaking you by the shoulders because I’m just. I’m just so happy to talk about my ocs w someone who loves them as much as me!!!!

also yes I just need to bite that little twink priest w devasting Catholic guilt by the collar of his cassock and I need to shake him between my teeth and fling him around. I need to tuck him into bed with a plushie and warm blanket. I need to put him in a sun dress and let him frolic in the meadows with his partners so he can live his cottagecore dreams in peace!!! As a treat to make up for his horrible traumatic past!!

anyways I’m considering maybe making this little story into a comic… specifically the “would you do it again” part but everything else too. Idk I got the brain worms and I just really want to draw Gabriel going through it. Like who do you think is monologuing and narrating to him? Another Angel? A demon? Much to think abt hm.

@justaderivative

here’s a bit of a story I was working on involving Father Gabriel and Valentine! (Sol is also there too but he’s not really mentioned oops. He’s off doing something else I guess)

its a discarded first draft that I still like a lot even though it doesn’t work in this particular scene because it gives really good insight into Gabriel’s inner thoughts and also his Catholic guilt. It’s also UNEDITED in any way so sorry if there’s typos and the dialogue and stuff is oddly placed! (btw will anyone believe me if I said that this was the first draft for a smut fic I was writing yes or no?? I scrapped this draft because it was far too serious and angsty for the situation I wanted. Valentine is ready to fuck nasty and have a nice time and treat their boyfriend meanwhile Gabriel is struggling with Catholic guilt and paranoia. The vibe was off for him and I felt bad trying to get him into a sex scene when that man should be having a therapy session instead. Like its ok king take ur time, you and Valentine can try later when you feel better)

story below the cut! (It’s a bit long)

Father Gabriel closed the front door behind him. “I can’t believe that happened,” he said more to himself than to the cheeky demon who caused the scene, who was hanging their sparkly red blazer on the coat rack next to him. “What if people saw? No, how many people saw that? How many people saw me?” He said aloud with horror. 

“Relax darling.” Valentine put a hand on his shoulder. “Believe me, no one saw my little display except you. Otherwise some old biddies would have me roasting at a stake by now.” They gave him a little grin at that last part. He was sure they found the idea of being tied up by little old ladies quite funny judging from their expression.  It was meant to be reassuring but the idea of other church members burning his partner at the stake wasn’t exactly pleasant. 

“That’s my point. It’s not safe for you to risk being found out by the church! If they find out you’re not human they’ll… they’ll do unspeakable things to you. I can’t risk you getting hurt, Valentine. Burning you at the stake would be the least of your worries if the wrong people get their claws on you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “It’s not only your safety too. I also have a reputation to uphold, as horrible as it is sometimes. I’m a priest. I’m not supposed to get flustered over someone at communion. The people see me as a symbol of devotion and modesty, and I fear what might happen if they see me as anything other than that. I’m supposed to be committed to God alone, not blushing over my handsome friend from out of town.” He was so worried. Valentine seemed so confident to show off but he feared what would happen if they reveal too much. Gabriel knew what happened to demons in churches they weren’t welcomed in. He’d seen it happen with his own eyes, was forced to read the books on how to do it himself, and he knew that powerful people with hatred in their hearts for even an inkling of difference would never stop until they get what they want. 

“Darling, look at me.” Valentine stood in front of him and gently took his hand in theirs. “It’s going to be alright. I promise you that no one saw my little display to you, and as far as I saw no one seemed to say anything about your blush today. I mean, if you ask me, it was quite warm in church today, and you were quite lively in today’s sermon.  I wouldn’t see anything unusual about how the priest was a bit more red than usual after that rousing sermon he gave. And I feel most people know how warm it can be in your cassock with all those layers.” They assured him. Gabriel wasn’t fully convinced, but their words did help. He stared down at his hand and watched Valentine gently stroke the back of his hand with a thumb. Such a small gesture, yet it still sent a shiver through his body at the touch. They didn’t want him to worry, he knew that. It was just hard sometimes to let these things go. He was always under scrutiny, always being perceived and his actions always judged by someone. If not by  God then by the townspeople who looked up to him. At least that’s what he felt. Maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe there wasn’t actually anyone who cared about these things besides him. He was just so worried all of the time lately. Maybe since he was a child. First about being good, following all the rules and being a faithful servant to the church. Then he worried about being sinful. Always ashamed of the way his heart beat against his chest when he saw Brother Marcus in the vestry, of the way he laid awake so many nights consumed with thoughts of him and Marcus doing terrible, lustful things. Now he was worried for Valentine and their safety. Of them being found out and torn away from the safety of his protection and killed. Soleil had to disguise themself as well, but for Valentine their disguise was a matter of life or death. Sol would be worshiped and adored if the townspeople knew what they were. But Valentine would be hunted down and killed before Gabriel’s feet if they were ever found out. 

Gabriel  was also worried about his reputation as a perfect chaste little servant of god. Someone pure, someone who was completely devoted to their god and had no room in their heart for any sinful thoughts of other people. The people saw him as one of them. No, better than them. They put him on a pedestal. They listened to his words and came to him for guidance, and he overheard how they spoke of him. With reverence, a deep respect. As if he was truly holy. But Gabriel knew he wasn’t. He was impure, tainted, guilty. His god did not answer his prayers and he knew he was dishonest to the townspeople when he pretended to be that man everyone saw him as.

He yearned for respite from the terror and guilt that plagued him for most of his life. He just wanted to let them all go. 

He let out a sigh, trying to let go of his worries with it. “You’re probably right. No one came up to me about anything today after the service so I suppose no one saw anything unusual.” He focused his attention on his hand being gently held in Valentine’s. He took another deep breath and forced the worries out of him along with it. In.  It will be okay. Out. No one saw what happened today. In. We’re safe. 

[@justaderivative hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this! This has a good bit of lore/info abt Gabriel in it so instead of making an info post about him (I mean I still probably will but yknow) this is some good info for him and his less fun and whimsical stuff ]

[quidfree]

just screamed over your fem todobaku it was endlessly entertaining and I’m sure to be rereading it every two weeks from now on... the way katsuki pieces things together and the absurd setting is everything I wanted and more TT!!! For prompts.. tdbk’s relationship in the eyes of their classmates? That moment in a prev fic where momo is like yeah I’m with jirou now 🤗n then tdrk goes oh me too but w bkg is forever embedded into my brain lmfaooo like what does everyone make of this insane pair

pftttttt glad it fulfilled your expectations anon i love writing half-serious todobaku pieces where they are still 50/50 strategic geniuses and emotional morons as per canon but the setting is increasingly absurd. i don't know what the context was for giant deku in that sketch but the visual was too good. date-crasher deku at it again.

as for ur prompt i do love the concept bc i live for third party pov content but i would find it v hard to get done in the prompt format bc 1) honestly a lot of the 1A students (etc) don’t have very defined personalities lol and 2) when it comes to those who do i have too much to say to do this in an hour. however i can give you some bulletpoint summaries of the BNOCs (and if you have any specific niche classmates whose take you want do let me know). with that being said...

kirishima: forever and always a supportive bestie and thus leader of the todobaku fanclub. i mean just read my fic yknow. 1000% called it on bakugous side first (and/or bakugou told him) and has been enthusiastically supportive ever since. hes a big ol romantic really and also unironically thinks todobaku is the manliest of pairings (and totally made for each other, bro!!) so hes beyond stoked when they do get together. hes one of their most comfy third wheels bc he and bakugou r very close and he and todoroki r also good friends so no one is like on uncomfortable/uneven footing and hes unfazed by the ups and downs of their relationship bc hes used to both of their antics. the secret-keeper.

i don’t have enough separate intel on the rest of the bakusquad but they’re 1) completely thrown by the revelation that after years of wheedling and trying to set bakugou up into surprise dates he is not in fact ‘work-sexual’, and to top this off is actually into todoroki of all people 2) obnoxiously supportive, as you would expect. secretly they’re all kind of defensive of bakugou’s fragile heart (citation needed) and so nervous about how the whole thing is gonna work out but when it becomes apparent todoroki does not have better sense they relax and just become excessively nosy. like to complain that bakugou and todoroki weren’t content dominating their year academically and professionally they also had to steal out 2 of the country’s most eligible bachelors, the selfish bastards.

camie: second leader of the todobaku fanclub, idc. clocks it ahead of literally anyone else in their friend group bc she just, like, got that vibe, you know? theres a multitude of equally blunt and inappropriate ways in which she addresses this vibe (calling them out in person when theyre years away from it, trying to not especially artfully orchestrate a get-together, etc) and they are all very unsuccessful. shes ‘lowkey mad bakugou stole her potential man’ but ‘finders keepers’ so once they’re past that she’s all for it since she correctly thinks they r freaks best suited to e/o and also honestly probably thinks bl is cute or something. todoroki and bakugou both endure her encouragement very long-sufferingly. big double dater energy.

yaoyorozu: not at all in the first to clock gang, bc honestly the idea she has of todoroki is still a lil idealized/inaccurate and certainly does not involve dating bakugou; the initial reveal is inevitably delivered very casually to her as she scrambles for a polite reaction. she’s kind of wary of the whole thing at face value but close scrutiny leads her to conclude they’re actually not-terrible together. upon reaching this conclusion she begins making earnest overtures towards a very confused bakugou bc she figures she may as well make the effort to get to know him better. i always hc her as having had a crush of some variety on todoroki at some point so theres probs a bit of wistfulness involved and also a far larger ‘nvm dodged that bullet’ energy bc todobaku r romantically a mess and a half. to her despair she is extremely weak to camie’s todobaku gossip.

uraraka: to everyone’s vague bewilderment, a secret todobaku stan from the get-go. you could say this is bc it leaves deku solidly open but honestly she just has similarly odd friendships with todoroki and bakugou and it’s like a persistent guilty thought of hers that they’re kind of well-suited somehow. she often tells todoroki he can do better just to wind bakugou up but would be the first to take bakugou’s side if he actually did. she really enjoys them together bc she finds somehow they’re easier to tease- it humanizes them both further to be weak to dumb emotions. she plays counsellor sometimes but like subtly bc she knows better than to give outright advice.

iida: completely blindsided by the information, also spends several months in the grips of insomnia convinced that both their friend group and japan are doomed given the inevitable dramatic breakup. then he spends a singular day hanging around them at work or something and realises that his imagined version of them as a couple was in fact completely off-base bc they’re just overly intense workaholics who are too single-focused to ever bother splitting up. also top 1 most likely friend to launch into a completely sincere defense of them and their relationship in response to like the laziest off-color paparazzi bait comment.

midoriya: where to begin honestly. he def gets weird vibes from them throughout the whole usual melodrama but 200% does not come to the right conclusions. when he finally gets the news broken to him (never gently) his brain breaks a little. it’s mainly the bakugou element bc kacchan is.. kacchan and like.. not necessarily fundamentally someone midoriya has ever imagined harboring human interest in another living person. also todoroki in a parallel way has always struck him as resoundingly disinterested in relationships mainly bc hes kind of above them. of course once he sets to theorising he can connect some dots to bakugous various jealousies over the years and also todorokis pretty open staring and wow he is not very good at connecting dots actually. anyways once he recovers from the shock i think theres a variety of ways in which he takes it bc honestly it is very weird that his best friend and his .. closest friend (?) who have always primarily interacted through or due to him now have this competing private relationship. regardless obv he is intensely supportive in like, the typical kind of overbearing midoriya way. i sometimes make it so its just one of those things that everyones cool with but also the details will always be something midoriya and bakugou do not want midoriya to know bc Awkward, vs other times i make him super cool w it to the extent that hes just overenthusiastic and todorokis all oh. sure. thanks :) while bakugou loses his shit. he does genuinely think they’re a really good fit upon reflexion, and since he’s best suited to knowing why he’s p much always correct in his assessments. its one of those things where each duo in the trio has the capacity of playing up the subject matter to the third party’s detriment, tho when todoroki is the third party he’s less embarrassed by bakudeku’s todobaku discourse and more enduring their various bizarre friendship rituals + the serious physical damage they usually precede.

also aizawa clocks them first and is like oh god please no this is going to take at least 5 years to implode and will age me 10 years in the process

[thefuturelawyer]

Tag 9 People to Learn about Their Interests!

Thank you so much for the tag @study-van!!

MUSIC

Favourite genre?

To be honest it changes a lot, I listen to almost any genre

Favourite song?

I have been listening a lot to old Turkish pop lately and the most favourite has been Athena's Arsız Gönül

Most listened song recently?

Money Honey by Lady Gaga

Song currently stuck in your head?

Gülşen's Ne kavgam bitti ne sevdam

5 fave lyrics?

Çiçeklerim dökülür her mevsim Sonra yeniden açar Ümidimin boynu bükülür Sonra deniz bin defa taşar (my flowers pour out every season, then blossom again, my hope discourages, then the sea overflows 1000 times) Gülşen-Ne kavgam bitti ne sevdam

Bırak, tutma beni, Kaybetsem de üzülmem asla, Ne boş kaygıların, Korkma bana hiçbir şey olmaz (Let me go, Don't hold me, Even though i lose i won't feel sad, How empty are your worries, Don't worry nothing will happen to me) Athena-Ben böyleyim

Уезжаешь не спать. Уезжаешь и пусть. AMORE, море помнит все наизусть. Разучусь целовать и когда-то вернусь. Сказать, что море, море я остаюсь... (You're leaving to not to sleep. You're leaving, alright, it's okay. AMORE, the sea remembers everything by heart. I'm gonna forget how to kiss and someday I'll get back To tell the sea: sea, I am to stay..) Mari Kraymbreri-AMORE

A better way to make a wave, stop defendin' them, Kendrick Lamar-LOYALTY

Kurtarma beni pişmanlıktan, Belki hoşlanırım taşlanmaktan, Ömrüm yasaklarla paslandıkça, Gördüm beteri yok uslanmaktan (Don’t save me from regret, Maybe to be stoned is pleasure to me, While my life was rusting with restrictions, i saw that nothing could be worse than settling down) Nova Norda-Beteri Yok Uslanmaktan

Pick

radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on

BOOKS

Favourite book series?

The Adventures of Miss Defne Kaman by Buket Uzuner

Comfort book?

F. S. Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Favourite book?

It really depends on my mood, but currently A Tale of Two Cities by Dickson

Perfect book to read on a rainy day?

Anything by Stefan Zweig

Favourite character?

Crowley from the Good Omens

5 favourite quotes from your favourite book(s) that you know by heart?

“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Büyük bir hürriyet, tabii büyük bir yalnızlıktır.”(A big freedom, of course, is a big loneliness)― Buket Uzuner, Kumral Ada Mavi Tuna (Mediterranean Waltz)

“Formerly person had only a body and a soul. Now also needs a passport as well for without it, will not be treated like a human being.”― Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday

“The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.”― Neil Gaiman, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

“When you have to fight for an existence, fighting can become an existence.”― Sara Ahmed, Living a Feminist Life

Pick!

hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once

TV AND MOVIES

Favourite tv/movie genre?

Criminals

Comfort movie?

Ölümlü Dünya

Movie you watch every year?

Ölümlü dünya

Favourite movie?

I really like Ölümlü Dünya but other than that The Plagues of Breslau is pretty great

Favourite tv show?

Criminal Minds, Masum, Black Earth Rising and Harlan Coben's Safe

Comfort tv show?

Modern Family and Şahsiyet

Most rewatched tv show?

I think either Modern Family or Ufak Tefek Cinayetler

5 fave characters?

Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds

Ellie Miller, Broadchurch

Gloria, Modern Family

Poe Dameron, Star Wars

Penelope Featherington, Bridgertons

Pick!

tv shows or movie | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons(22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half-hour or one-hour-long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online

And I will be tagging @problematicprocrastinator, @mybasementstudentworld, @kimvibes, @lokilowkeysus, @notawriter, @intriquette-studies, @mymessystudyblr, @lostlibrariangirl, @astarcalledeye

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

ok bhah ch1 reread thought dump lets goooo

@youngbloodbuzz  @romanitwontletmetagyouuuu??? thank u for writing this. in return I gift u this lightly unhinged commentary

oh the opening quote “Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home?” violence

lmao ok I started this ages ago and then got distracted for a week because that’s just who I am as a person lets try that again

eddie n his glowing glasses nice we love a canon nod

ok I remember getting really emotional reading the chapter where Dani’s car died bc of what it represented to her n now I’m being reminded of it all again with the ‘poor little car’ comment oh dear we’re like 2 paragraphs in and I’m already compromised

the wavering reflection in the water in her hands..... Dani posessed by the ghost of comphet..... I am Drawing Conclusions

eddie “we can hang out more” dani “aha wouldn’t that be neat”

god the prom photo... remembering Dani’s meltdown at the prom bc she missed Jamie... I’m dying Jack I’m dying

lil palm kiss... I know u will not ever love hm that way Dani but fuck I’m a sucker for a palm kiss

lil nerd ass w her folder tabs I love her

god the tone of this is so comforting like I can just hang out n imagine each scene progressing so naturally. wish I did not have to suffer emotionally at the same time but at least it’s a smooth read

Dani feeling like an invader amongst all the physical representations of her relationship w eddie BABY U DON’T HAVE TO LIVE THIS WAY STOP LETTING OTHER PEOPLE INFLUENCE UR LIFE AND RUIN UR HAPPINESS

“Hannah Grose, seamlessly elegant” yes

Hannah: congrats on ur engagement. Dani, with tears in her eyes: thank

Dani relaxing when they’re talking about teaching pls I love her love for it so much

Dani at the blackboard with the “Miss, Ms?” confusion now I am thinking about the Ted Moseby professor/proffessor scene. HIMYM my beloved

mikeyyyy my boy

the image of Dani w chalk dust on her skirt is v endearing.

oooh the library trip gay foreshadowing yes

wait the silver stars on his backpack......... cup of stars crying time

Mikey correcting her on his name when she was the one to give him the nickname in the first place... feeling some kind of way

Dani fostering the talents she sees in her kids is so sweet and mikey shy lil math genuis is also so sweet pls i love this duo

i do wonder if part of her is like I know a Mikey Taylor but I literally refuse to believe it is the same one bc his sister broke my heart and we are absolutely not in the business of confronting hard feelings in this house!!

keys on a lanyard... ok lesbian

“You’re still here?” the love I have for canon lines being used when I can hear them being said in my head

awww bonding over Wonder Woman. cute!!!! When Dani becomes Mikey’s official second mum (everyone be quiet I am manifesting) my heart will explode

eddie ur really just gonna rock up and toot at her. jail for 1000 years

ooohhh Dani is Realising who the sister is. honey you got a big storm comin. oof (the ‘wonder woman punching stars out of her foes” to “dani feeling like she’s just recieved a blow to the ribs.” the cinnamontography). aw baby :(

“Jamie. Jamie, here. Jamie, home.” please i am thinking about her last letter and I am not strong enough

“Somehow Eddie didn’t notice.” sum up a relationship in a sentence

“Jamie would appear, as if summoned by the gravity of Dani’s pounding heart” fuck this hits on so many levels I need to go think about my life for 45mins

CARSON MY BOY. in his studded leather. a fashionable gay never loses.

I looove how soft n caring Dani n Carson are with each other thank gods she has him.

DID WE EVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN CARSON AND JASON MY SPIDEY SENSES ARE STILL TINGLING FROM READING THIS THE FIRST TIME

god this post is already so long n I’m only halfway through why do I have so many silly thoughts

god just the... expectations of affection from her by eddie w that placating cheek kiss she gives him is like... I cannot imagine Jamie ever asking that from her in the same way even when they are in a relationship!!! and it’s not even wrong of him to do that??? but it’s just a lot to think about the kind of person Dani makes herself to be to stay with him vs the kind of person Jamie lets her be by not expecting anything of her. they’re such opposites

dani not even feeling at home in her own (former) home pls when is she going to find a soft place to land (it’s also making me think v hard about the title like... the haunting of Dani and Jamie’s relationship (and what that represents for Dani) on Dani’s whole life and Jamie coming home and bringing that to Dani’s doorstep. resurecting a ghost so to speak........ too many homes to think about. I don’t know if I fully understand but I am Thinking)

dani and her inhaler... asthmatic bitches represent

oh my god not the box of memories. been trying to erase that from my own for weeks now let me live

ooh the line about her feeling like an archaeologist at the start of this section and then her ‘exhuming the past’ w the photos of her n Jamie i love a consistent narrative.

THE MIXTAPE. THE MIXTAPE. is there a playlist for this chapter I would like to take that aural journey

oh no i cannot remember where the flower comes from but aahhh this box of memories pain.

this description of carson in a tight white undershirt tucked into his jeans makes me think of freddie mercury. didn’t mean to make you cry etc

lmao Dani trying to get info from Judy abt Jamie in a roundabout way... international superspy she is not

Dani entirely uncomfy in church... i feel it. godd the repression of it all w the movie and the feelings and the Jamie-influence on the feelings my heart hurts.

God knowing how much Judy loves her but the weight of that love also stifling her... pain

they’ve really got her all shacked up w a house and a husband and a kid on the way can we let the girl be a lesbian in peace (also lowkey hoping Dani gets some time on her own at some point no Eddie no Jamie no weight of expectations pls she needs it we all need it)

the thread of Dani refusing to do things for herself in order to make other people happy throughout this entire piece hits so fucking close to home and is entirely heartbreaking to read thank you

jamiiiiieeeeeeeee

Jamie: appears. Dani: every single emotion all at once

Judy and her girls back together is v sweet even if Dani is dying inside at it all

“Jamie only had eyes for Dani.” Again, sum up a relationship in a sentence.

What do you even say to a girl who *the sky goes dark as i attempt to even summarise a fraction of their relationship*. Apparently the answer is “Jamie. Hi.”

TWO MONTHS JAMIE TAYLOR. CRIMES

It’s ahh. fairly entertaining to be going through Dani’s emotional journey alongside her and knowing that Jamie is also Going Through It on some level but having 0 insights to it bc she keeps her emotions so in check.

oooh how much of a gut punch is this engagement revelation for Jamie??? like on some level I’m sure she always knew this was coming but I’m sure another part of her still desperately hoped one day Dani would choose her. god I would kill for Jamie’s POV in this scene

Jamie’s scarrrr. Literally Dani’s impact

oh fucking hell that moment of like... familiarity and almost a coming home for Dani when Judy is talking and she meets Jamie’s eyes... she really was entirely screwed from that moment on huh.

oof god this is a hell of an opening chapter lets see if my attention span will let me continue this journey (also @ myself reminder to read this all in chronological order one day for a real nice session of emotional destruction)

[nevertheless-moving]

Ok so do you have an Au guide? Because I love all of your Aus but I can’t keep up with them or find them when I want to reread them. Reading your Aus has brought me such joy and it drives me insane that I can’t find them. 😄

I’m glad you like them! I do have a Masterlist - there’s a permanent link to it on the top of my tumblr just between ‘Ask me Anything’ and ‘Archive’

At the very top of the page, you can click on -

“Read Them All ‘In Order’ Here” 

^ It links you to everything tagged “my au” in chronological order.

Below that, in the Masterlist, you can find a brief summary of pretty much all my aus, and easy links to find everything. It’s not always perfectly up to date but I’ve tagged things so it shouldn’t matter. I’ll explain what I mean; currently, on the Masterlist there’s a paragraph that looks like this:

13. Broken Fight AU - Old Ben and Vader, at the climax of their death star fight, are yeeted 20 years into the past. When they wake up in their younger bodies, much general and personal distress ensues (Blurb).

If you click on the link at the beginning (Broken Fight AU) it directs you to https://nevertheless-moving.tumblr.com/tagged/broken-fight-au/chrono

So even though I have written more than just the one Blurb for that au since I last updated the list, it still works, because it uses the tag, which will always be up to date.

If you want to read everything from my pop star wars au (as an example) from the start, you can use the Masterlist, or search by the au tag (name or number) with /chrono:

“https://nevertheless-moving.tumblr.com/tagged/star-wars-au-no-3/chrono”

“https://nevertheless-moving.tumblr.com/tagged/pop-star-wars-au/chrono”

The two links above yield nearly identical results. The only difference is when I was posting lists with summaries of all my aus, I only tagged the name (pop star wars au), not the number (star wars au no 3). So if you search by name you might occasionally see a summary of the au with slightly different phrasings. That is the only difference, so it really, really doesn’t matter. 

If you want to read the most recent updates to my pop star wars au, just don’t include the /chrono at the end of your search.

“https://nevertheless-moving.tumblr.com/tagged/star-wars-au-no-3/”

“https://nevertheless-moving.tumblr.com/tagged/pop-star-wars-au/”

Even if I haven’t updated the Masterlist to include a new au yet, you can still find it on my blog through the ‘my au’ tag.

I’m afraid I don’t have a tag for small additions I’ve added to other people’s aus but, um, I don’t think anyone does? You never really know if that sort of thing is going to get reblogged or whatnot...like I added a small bit to maulusque’s purge trooper cody au and was really excited when they reblogged it!!! but i’m obvsly not gonna list those times where I scream excitedly about other peoples stuff under my au. (except sometimes with willowcrowned with permission when the screaming devolves into, like, 1000 words treatises). Creative collaboration- especially fandom collaboration- is a beautiful poorly indexed mess in general. So...If you search star-wars au  you’ll find a smattering of my aus and other peoples, some of which I’ve added on to, but I’m not anywhere NEAR consistent about using that because its mostly for my own personal joy. 

...I’ve started tagging some star wars headcanons under nevertheless meta and ficlets i didn’t know where to put under nevertheless-writing but now we’re getting pretty far away from your original question.

Thank you for your message. Have a nice day.

[eventyrstuff]

So I started reading Manhwas after Kdramas, and I wanted to make a list as well.

I absolutely love Isekai themed Manhwas - specially historical, time travel and villainess themed. Most of them are based on a web novel but I could not find the novels per se so I read them as Manhwa at Manganelo Site

So here goes the list, I will input few at a time as I am rereading them again.

Warning: Unedited. I’m sorry if I mispell or has grammar lapses. Unabashed fangirling at times.  ALSO SPOILERS. IMMA GIVE OUT A FEW.

Inso's Law - Ongoing (Chapters: 81)

What made me read it: I found the earphone scene in Instagram and I instantly fell in love with Chunyoung. I mean I have this weakness with Black Haired characters. When I read the plot, I knew my tween heart will absolutely love this. The Main Character (Dan-I) woke up to a romance novel/parallel world where in she was friends with these very popular kids (I still can't believe they were 14 at the start). She did not want to be center of attention or to have any relations with the Female Lead and her reverse harem, but come on no one can resist those guys and their pretty faces and weird colored hair. The storyline may be a bit overused but my teenage self is very happy. 10/10

Is it visually pretty: YES. Everyone is pretty. This manhwa is also memeworthy. May not be as aesthetically pleasing as WMMAP but still 10/10

How much do I love the characters: I love Dan-I's internal monologue but hate how she sees herself as just the minor character, everyone adores her! Yeoryoung is the best friend you'll absolutely adore. Ju-In is adorbs. Chunyoung is LOVE. I love Jiho and Eunhyung too but Chunyoung is my ML. Ruda and Yeodan though *swoon* Other side characters are awesome too, but too much characters makes me forget a lot of em. Haha 10/10

Favorite part of the story: I LOVE their friendship so eveytime they show how much Dan-I is important too, all those text messages (especially Ju-In's HAHAHAHA text), Chunyoung is my fave so everytime he is in it I mean damn him and his beautiful hair, enchanting eyes and that smile *faints*, everytime Dan-I state one of every web novel laws, everytime Dan-I breaks the fourth wall and say how bullshit the story is hahahaha

Am I going to reread it again: Yes will do again and again

How do I describe thee: This was my first Manhwa! I'm a sucker for high school setting kind of stories. I really like it, makes me nostalgic of times I spent reading stories back in high school. I admit I was one of those teenagers who fell for the trope of being normal then every guy suddenly likes you *reverse harem for the win* but seriously this manhwa is one of my personal fave for being close to my tween heart. I really thought Dan-I was on a parallel world rather than a web novel as she did not got isekai'd to another person, she's still herself and it's still her family - it was like fanfiction of her own life. I like all characters eventhough, yes it's bullshit to have those kinds of friends (come on! A chaebol, a model in one group of friends in a normal highschool?) It's typical, it' cliche I know but their friendship is really #goals. When I first read this I was really cheering on Chunyoung to be ML, but when I read spoilers that Jiho will be the ML I thought whaaaat I shipped Jiho with Yeoryeoung. Then when I reread it I did saw how subtle his love was and it's really cute. I was really focused on Chunyoung since he has a lot of screen time showing off his affections but Jiho did too on the littlest of things you will see. Well, I'll wait for his time to shine. I just hope Dan-I finally notice them. And I want to know how she will be explaining to them her situation and how everything will be resolved - will she be going back to reality? *that's gonna suck* Also can I have Yeodan instead? Thanks. 10/10

Who Made Me A Princess - Ongoing (Chapters: 81)

What made me read it: I keep seeing screenshots of Athy's various expressions on the comments in manhwas so I searched for it. The plot is interesting, and as mentioned I absolutely love Isekai theme. But this is not romance (mostly), the story focuses on the dynamics of a father and daughter relationship. The main character was reborn as a character on a novel she was reading, Athanasia - the princess who was executed by her father. Knowing what will happen to her when she turns 18, she plans on saving herself. She changes the course of the story in order to survive. 10/10

Is it visually pretty: YES. JESUS CHRIST HAVE YOU SEEN DADDY CLAUDE. INSANE VISUALS. I mean the way the artist drew everything is pleasing to my eye. BUT ALL CHARACTERS ARE HOT. 100/10

How much do I love the characters: ONE MUST PROTECT ATHY FOREVER. Daddy Claude breaks my heart. LILY AND FELIX ARE THE CAPTAINS OF MY SHIP. Lucas is love. Can't help falling in love with Ijekiel/Ezekiel. I adore Jennette. DIANA AND LP'S ATHANASIA ARE DEAD BUT THEY DESERVE BETTER. Anastacius you evil motherfucker, I like you too. 100/10

Favorite part of the story: Every Athy expression. Tea time with Daddy Claude and Felix. When Lily is overprotective. Athy's debutante ball. All the boat scenes are gold. Everytime Claude shows how much he adores Athy even when he's supposed to hate her. When he picks her up and when he shows emotions. When Claude and Felix bickers. When Lucas teases Athy. Best boi Ijekiel/Ezekiel when he shows how much he likes Athy. Adorable Jennette and how she yearns for family.

Am I going to reread it again: Yes and No. Probably up to Chapter 45, I don't think my heart can take after that. Maybe when the manhwa is finished.

How do I describe thee: I AM EMOTIONALLY EXHAUSTED. When I first read this I stopped at Chapter 38,  I read another Manhwa and actually forgot about it but decided to reread again after. I thought this will be a funny, heartwarming story of how a daughter earns her father's love. OH BOY GET READY FOR FEELINGS. I love Athy so much, she just wanted to survive the story, but she was loved, she was finally happy. Claude was like fuck feelings but can't help but adore Athy. I love their relationship so much. It physically pained me after Claude loses his memory - BRING BACK THE FUNNY CHAPTERS. I cannot read that scene in Claude's birthday ever again without bawling. I like Jennette, I really do, but I hate how everytime Claude has headaches (especially when with Athy) he calls for Jennette. It hurts me the way it hurts Athy like I was the one being betrayed. I hate how what's happened to LP Athanasia might still happen ro present Athanasia and it will def break me. I hate Anastacius for being an evil bastard that he is but I hope his growing love for Jennette will be his redemption. This was the first time I did not care for the romance or love triangles (Lucas and Ezekiel/Ijekiel are still precious bbys). Still 1000/10 will recommend even if it's not yet finished. I just want everyone to have a happy ending. Also for my LilyxFelix ship to sail. Thanks. If you have spoilers, gimme.

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion - Ongoing (Chapters: 133)

What made me read it: It was on one of the recommended list and it caught my eye due to the title like pfft how very specific. It's Isekai so I know I'll love it. The Main Character got pushed (literally) into a novel wherein she got the role of Raeliana - a minor character whose death is the catalyst for the story to start. And of course our MC will not follow through the storyline and make her own destiny and survive. She ended up asking for the duke's (Noah, my love) help and became his fiancee, thus starting a butterfly effect for this manhwa's awesome story and twists. 100/10

Is it visually pretty: Definitely, everyone is absolutely pretty and the art is great. Not as insane as WMMAP but I got a lot of meme material. 10/10

How much do I love the characters: Raeliana is def one of top female lead for me, she's bad ass and not as dense as others. Noah, my love, is perfect. Even his brother that I could not remember his name because it's hard to spell. Naomi though is hilarious. Raeliana's family especially her mother. JUSTIN. GRANDPAAAA. SIR ADAM - NUFF SAID. No to Beabitch though but that says something for being villain. 100/10

Favorite part of the story: Chapter 130 hehehehe. Everytime Raeliana is BAMF who saves herself, everytime Noah flirts with her, Sir Adam and his aloofness and chibi self, the emperor's 40% playing pranks, Naomi and the emperor's bickering - which by the way ship it, when Noah confessed, when Raeliana confessed my heart could not take it, ALL THE TWISTS

Am I going to reread it again: YESSSS 100%

How do I describe thee: One of the God-Tier level Manhwa, I read because of Isekai I stayed because of the twist of that Isekai which is freaking mindblowing. Raeliana sets the standard for Female Leads, damn girl needs no man to save her shit. I LOVE HER. I LOVE THIS MANHWA SO MUCH. Noah is just perfect for her like it was really *winks* destined for them to be together. I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING. I love everyone, except that bitch. Also this was a first for me to have the MC admitting they were isekai'd to a novel and realizing her feelings and his feelings and accepting it and I just asdfghjkldfdfse 10000/10 READ THIS AND FALL IN LOVE WITH SIR ADAM WITH ME.

Living As The Tyrant's Older Sister - Ongoing (Chapters: 73)

What made me read it: The meme (you know the one - K.O), if you haven't noticed yet I am a collector of Isekai Manhwa. But this one def made me laugh at all chapters. We have your Main Character being thrown into a web novel (a novel her sister wrote btw) where she play as the Emperor's older sister - Alicia. She knows how the story goes (same old same old where she will eventually die) because she was her sister's consultant regarding the storyline and now regretting how she suggested to change the male lead. As always she devised a plan to stay as a minor character and survive but ended up sleeping with the main lead - Ares. 10/10

Is it visually pretty: Not a masterpiece but definitely meme material, all the screenshots I have stored are all memes from this manhwa 8/10

How much do I love the characters: Alicia is hilarious badmouthing bamf, very pretty very memeworthy. Ares could work on his personality a bit more but when they are together they're comical. Her brother is a typical tsundere and a fanboy. Lancelot is your typical nice guy. THAT BUTLER THOUGH BEST WINGMAN. 9/10

Favorite part of the story: Every meme hahahaha just read it this manhwa is the embodiment of a meme

Am I going to reread it again: Yes whenever I need a laugh ahhahaha

How do I describe thee: I AM WHEEZING. This truly is a comedic manhwa. You can't take it seriously because of the way it was drawn. If you really want a laugh this one's perfect. At times it is cringy when it exag a bit of their reactions but still 100% you will laugh. Not perfect but story is good, I like how it's still given a thought. But read it for the memes you won't regret it. 9/10

Survive as the Hero's Wife - Ongoing (Chapters: 79)

What made me read it: It's on the recommended list and someone mentioned that the art is *immaculate* and it is. IT REALLY IS. Well here comes another Isekai manhwa where the MC is pulled inside a novel where her character will be killed. But this time she was a minor villain character and the Male Lead's wife! 10/10 who are we kidding, I love em all.

Is it visually pretty: this manhwa is a work of art, it is *chefs kiss* visual explosion. Everyone is insanely hot, even the villains. The background, the characters - their hair and wardrobe is truly 1000000/10

How much do I love the characters: I really did fell in love with Canaria and Cesar. Best soft couple. Their luscious hair though so pretty. Noah best boi. Best team of suspicious knights - Miller, Raya, Jax and Ethan are loves. Best friend Ricardo. Even best butler Oscar. 100/10

Favorite part of the story: The visual explosion. Chos. When Canaria is being supportive waifu and Cesar is being an innocent best boy, they are just very soft and loving and I love their scenes so much, that popularity vote in the consort's palace ahhahaha, Jax and his misunderstanding, Ethan everytime he eats (all the time), Cesar's blushing face, everytime we are introduced to a new character because we know they are going to be gorgeous as hell.

Am I going to reread it again: MOST DEF ITS VERY PLEASING TO THE EYE

How do I describe thee: BEAUTIFUL. GORGEOUS. ENCHANTING. Boy, the visual is absolute masterpiece, Canaria's hair alone (love all her hairstyles) and her clothes, I want all of em. Cesar is the embodiment of a perfect male lead - soft boi. Best boi. Pretty boi. I love how he loves Canaria and how they truly support each other since being married at freaking 12 years old. This type of love please.  1000/10 Also, I am a lot curious about that Oscar,I think he is related to the emperor and the lady ghost in Noah's story - a lovechild? *gasps*. Also-Also if you will be reading this at Manganelo, translation at Chapter 76+ is a bit off but still grateful for the translators for what they give

Up next: It’s villain themed time (The villainess lives twice, beware of the villainess the villainess reverses the hour etc)

[wheresmynaya]

Hi! It's the student anon here!! I just wanted you to know how much this story meant to me. There are only 3 weeks in the semester and I'm 1000 miles aways from all my friends bc we're still doing virtual lessons... This is not what my graduation was supposed to look like. The past few months have been the worst of my life, we had to put our dog down (my childhood dog), three of my grandparents got serious health problems, two ended up in a home, and actually.. my grandma has been in the ICU for two days now ... We don't think she's gonna make it. I've still managed to keep up with my 7 classes, the 4 classes I'm teaching, and the internship I need to complete in order to graduate. To say it's been hard is an understatement. Each Friday came with a relief bc the week was over, and I always looked forward to reading your work. You've heard how good you're at it (and you are), but I wanted you to know that while I am getting through this, your story brought me a bit of peace and comfort. I'm a bit sad to see it go, but I'm very grateful for it and I will make sure to make time every week to reread a bit of it. I don't think I'm ever gonna forget this story, thank you for helping me get through this 💜 I hope you have a very well deserved rest and that you get some sun soon!! I'll keep you updated on my graduation status ☺️

Holy hell, my friend, life is throwing it all at you! Im not a hugger but sounds like you need several. I’m so sorry to hear about your family and omg your dog too, definitely know how that one feels. Mine were put down a few years back 3 months apart but I was unable to return home for it, that was a very emotional FaceTime call with my mom. Man, I hope things get easier for you soon. Everything you’re facing just shows off how resilient you are which is so awesome but even resilient people need a nice break sometime. You’re already so successful in my eyes! Not many can juggle what you are and still have kindness in your heart.

I’m glad that this story could offer you some comfort and a much needed break from it all once a week. People like you are the reason I keep writing 💙 hope you find time to rest too.

[princes-of-the-sky]

Thanks for the tag @uweiy

Rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Favorite colour: Various shades of green apparently. And royal blue. I really like royal blue.

Currently reading: Honestly? A bunch of fanfics. In terms of physical books I think the last I read was Alanna: The first adventure. I was planning to reread the series because it had been years since I last read them and then I only ended up reading the first book before I was distracted by something else.

Last song: D-tecnoLife. I looked up some old anime opening song (i forget which) a while ago and now keep getting recommended them.

Last movie: Soul. my baby nephew loved the movie so we ended up watching it like 20 times while he over at our house. I genuinely cannot remember the last movie I watched for myself, I’m not a huge movie person. 

Last series: The last series I watched in full was 1000 stars. Currently I’m planning to rewatch Guardian.

Sweet, savory or spicy: All three? I do tend to prefer savoury though.

Craving: A ham and cheese toastie but I’m comfortable right now so I don’t want to get up and make it.

Tea & coffee: Tea, I don’t mind coffee but I prefer tea.

Currently working on: Some original writing and a couple of fanfic ideas I have been tentatively playing with.

Uhh yeah I don’t interact much on this site so I’m just not gonna tag anyone.

[amourology]

I’m glad I could make you feel that way. I hope you know that I do appreciate you and all of your hard work. You are an amazing person and deserve to be told such and that you are appreciated.

I have also spent way too much money on sims and expansions so do not feel bad lol. I think I removed the game right before the snowy escape expansion pack game out, but prior to that I think it had all of the expansion and game packs and most of the stuff packs. 😅 Sims and EA have truly owned me for a while lol. The amount of money I have spent on it is sad.

Also Schat is so freaking cute. I love the dynamics between Kaz and the reader. Kaz would definitely express his feelings in a way where the reader would have no idea what is going on and would think it’s an insult. Oblivious reader and pining Kaz is always so good and you wrote it so well. I also 100% love that you have used real Dutch nicknames. It’s so cool! I know reader doesn’t know what Kaz had said to her, but will you ever tell us? (If not I’m totally fine with that lol I am also just curious).

I know you mainly write healer!reader (which I believe I have previously told you that I love so much. If I haven’t, we’ll I am now lol). Do you picture all of them to happen in the same “universe” for the most part? Like does Belladonna happen in the same universe as Schat? I’m curious if you picture it like that when you write it or not. If they don’t and are separate that totally cool. If they are in the same universe, then I love that as well.

Anyway sorry for the crazy long message that probably has a million typos. I love your writing and think you are incredible. Time for me to go reread Schat 1000 times so it’s even with Belladonna and then continue rereading both lol.

I hope you’ve had a good night/day ans that tomorrow is good as well lol (time zones can suck and my schedule is weird already and so I feel like I barely know what time it is for me let alone other people, and I never want to assume people are in a similar time zone to me lol)

-🗝

🗝 STOP YOURE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY FR ONE DAY I—😭😭😭 you’re literally so sweet idk what i did to deserve u :(

for the sims, i really wanna get snowy escape & the cottage living ones too!! i’m just broke atm lmao so ig i’m gonna have to wait — glad to see im not the only one that spend way too much money on that damned game tho 💀

ahh thank u so much!! and yea i definitely think that the only way for kaz to express his feelings verbally would be when he’s 100% sure the other does not know what tf he’s talking about & i also feel like he’d just?? let them think it’s an insult?? as long as they don’t know how he really feels all is good lmao

and yea the dutch nicknames (or nickname really) felt so weird to write sksks idk mainly bc dutch nicknames make me cringe so hard (someone called me liefje once and it made me want to die 😩) and bc it’s just strange to me to write in dutch lmao like i haven’t done that since i was 13 💀

as for the sentence…i DO have the sentence he said to her written in my drafts & i’ll see if i can maken little blurb with it for u guys when i get over the ick of using my actual language into fics lol but don’t worry you’ll know eventually :)

i think i’m gonna switch between the “universes” for now! idk if it makes sense but schat definitely happened in a different universe than belladonna bc they’re both kind of moments were kaz and y/n realise their feelings for each other — when a fic is in the same “universe” as belladonna i’ll put a “fem!belladonna!reader” as the paring, maybe? idk imma think about how i’m gonna do that bc i do have some ideas planned that do take place in the same “universe”

DONT EVER APOLOGISE FOR LONG MESSAGES!! like ever. i promise i love receiving them, especially if they’re as kind as yours <3

for my timezone, im in CET! what’s yours? (if u don’t mind me asking off) i’ll put it as a little widget thingy in my phone :)

anyways, hope you have a good day 🗝 <3

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Hi! It’s me the long winded rambly anon who read your amazing “wedding crashing” series before. I am back to gush about your Seafairy fic!!! So I have just gotten time to take a deep dive—ha ha— into your fics and started with Seafairy. First of all, I love love LOVE that title. I’ve read some mermaid fics in other fandoms but have never heard of the term “seafairy” and I really adore it. Heading into your fic I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t realize Clyde was so depressed—you described him so well and it fits the character and mood so well. The single line “oh right, he almost forgot” really caught me off guard—I love love love it. I had to go back and reread it to “get it”. I then expected him to plunge into the sea and a dramatic a la Little Mermaid rescue but again, I am too pedestrian and you surprised me with RC swimming up and actually openly engaging with him. I really like RC! Something with her speech just makes me instantly like her. Maybe it’s how she calls him “sir” like so polite but also seems very firm and no nonsense—a really darling contrast to her otherwise fantastical nature. She seems feisty without it being overdone and too on the nose. I also love that Clyde didn’t immediately catch on to anything out of the ordinary. And his huffing and puffing about how he isn’t going to kill himself in a mood of being now annoyed got me—I laughed but also wanted to hug this poor man. And finally RC telling him not to forget his arm, LOL!! Awww I just love that dynamic already. I know all reader self inserts are meant to be SELF INSERTS but sometimes in stories I don’t find myself really wanting to be reader or finding RC likeable or identifiable even though RC is supposed to be generic. But this mermaid RC, I want to be her! This story is so great. Again, because I’m fairly new to your blog I dunno how long ago you posted the intro, so I’m wondering if you will be continuing it? It’s fantastic! The tone, the setting, the imagery are all very magical. Anyway it made my heart all cozy and fuzzy. (I’m gonna go read more of yor fics now—working thru the masterlist. And if you don’t mind I hope it’s ok if I periodically come here and gush over your fics. I can keep it shorter so as not to spam you haha. Are you on AO3 by chance?)

Hello! <3 Thank you so much for sending in this ask, it’s such a treat!

To jump first to your last question, it is 1000% okay, I can’t even begin to tell you how much that means to me. I’m always fluctuating and wondering if I should delete the blog and stop my ramblings, so when someone actually likes what I do and takes the time to tell me - it’s like being wonderfully high <3

About Seafairy, thank you so much! I wanted to have Clyde start at the lowest of points and somehow it always felt to me like he could feel the way he’s described in the fic. I’m about 99% sure my friend came up with the title and she definitely came up with the concept too - I never would have written about mermaids if it hadn’t been for her and now I love the concept we’ve developed <3

I hope it continues to make RC unique and avoid cliches. I’m planning on focusing on my WIPs in the next few weeks, wrap up a few that have just a couple of chapters left and work on stuff like Seafairy, that’s just begun. And thank you bringing it up and telling me what you enjoyed about it, it really helps to decide how to continue it <3

And I am on AO3 as in_chains_and_flesh_and_leather but I don’t upload much there, I usually forget about it xD)

Once again, truly, thank you for the wonderful comment, I really appreciate it more than anything <3

[goodlesson]

Hi! I really love your writing and wanted to ask, are there any plans for developing the two evils AU more 👀? It's such a charming story and I keep rereading it, would be excellent to learn more about these characters, but I also understand that life is a lot generally but especially now, so I more than understand if it's gonna be it for them.

hello!!!! omg first off, i am SO sorry it’s taken me awhile to get to this ask. i swear i wasn’t ignoring this lovely message!

 second: i’m beyond honored that you like my writing enough to take the time to send me an ask about it 🥺 the two evils AU (or acoustic indie duo, as i’ve fondly nicknamed it since its inception) is v near and dear to my heart. although i don’t have anything formally outlined in terms of sequels/timestamps, i’m def not closed off to the idea of writing more in that ‘verse in the future. when i initially outlined the fic, i had 1000 other ideas that didn’t end up making it into the final product...so i could easily return to those someday! 

tbh, though, i’m in a bit of rut in terms of bas fic atm so i haven’t been writing as much. but thank you thank you thank you for popping into my ask box and for loving these iterations of dan and charlie as much as i do. it means a lot!!

[angelic-holland]

Yo video games was is and always will be amazing. Can you do one kinda like that but she is the one playing games and it's the cock warming thing and she's straddling him and Tom is just begging her to ride him but she like not till I lose a life or something

ayy thank you, i also love rereading video games if im in the mood. and thank u for this ask bc damn

also i tried to write it as the reader being more dominant but well I’m such a fucking sub idk if i did it justice

link to video game (can be read as the first part to this short continuation is in masterlist in bio); also catch me trying to write below 1000 words and failing

smut below the cut

 “Hey,” you nudge his shoulder as you sit down next to him on the sofa.

“Hey what, what’s up?”

“I got an idea.”

“Uhuh,” he nods, not paying too much attention, hands holding his controller, playing a game. 

“Remember when I was on my knees and tied up while you played your game? I had your cock in my mouth?” You kiss along his exposed neck and he pauses, eyes slipping shut as you suck a mark into his neck. 

“Yes,” Tom sputters out before grunting, tossing the controller to the side as his player died.

“So I was thinking, let’s try something different.”

“What kinda different?”

“Give me a second,” you say, racing to your room to grab what you wanted, the handcuffs and one of your silky scarves. 

“What’re you,” Tom pauses as you drop the materials down beside him.

“Strip,” you start to strip yourself, thin shirt first, panties next. Tom’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he puts the controller down, shirt first, then his sweatpants and boxers, cock already hard as he waits for whatever idea you’ve got.

“I want a turn, I’m going to sit on your cock while I play the video game.”

Tom’s eyes widen when you grab the scarf, “anything you don’t want, just tap me okay, three times?”

He nods, gulping as you straddle his hips, his hands grip your hips, hard cock resting between you. 

“Fuck, so you’re gonna ride my cock?” 

You tilt your head with a sweet smile, “who said I was going to move? You seemed to really like cockwarming last time.”

“Fuck,” Tom whimpers as his fingers tighten their grip on your hips. 

“Shhh, don’t want you bugging me while I’m trying to play,” you grin, tying the scarf around his head, his lips open and the scarf settles between his teeth. 

He gives a few muffled grunts, testing the scarf while you smile and your fingers trace his lips, “so pretty.”

He groans and leans his head back against the couch, brown eyes wide and pleading, hands urging you to hurry up.

You’ve never seen him so submissive, but you were loving it.

“Stay still,” you direct him, pussy clenching as you pull his hands from your hips and set them at his sides.

You stand up and pick up the controller in one hand, handcuffs in the other.

He watches, hands twitching because all he wants is to touch you, as you straddle him again, facing the TV while guiding his cock to your soaked pussy. You had no idea taking the lead would make you this wet, but as you sat down on his cock, thighs resting on either side of his as he grunted, mumbled pleas through the scarf while you stayed still, not giving him or you the satisfaction of grinding your hips in the slightest. 

“Give me your hands,” you say and he holds them out in front of you as you rest your back against his chest.

Your hands work the handcuffs on one hand, moving them so his hands are cuffed in front of you, resting on your stomach so he’s trapped between the couch and your body. Not like he would want to move either way. He could stay all day with his cock inside of your wet pussy, thighs tightening around his own as you shut your eyes, enjoying the feeling of how full he makes you before picking up the remote with both hands. 

He’s whining against the gag and you wish you could see how strung out he looks, small curls sticking with sweat to his forehead, breathing heavily through his nose, fingers twitching in the cuffs, gently running up and down your stomach.

“Stay still,” you say sternly and his hands pause as they create a steady warmth on your stomach. You wiggle a little bit, getting more comfortable before resetting the game. 

You tune out the noise of his whines and the feeling of his cock inside of you as you play, trying your hardest to pay attention to the game.

“Please, fuck, lemme fuck you,” he mumbles through the scarf, you didn’t do that good of a job at tying it.

“Not until I lose,” you manage to get out as his fingers struggle to reach where his cock was nestled inside of you, the very tip of the his finger ghosting along your clit, aching and needy for him.

And you have no idea how Tom lasted so long before fucking you the first time, because you were fumbling with the controller, fingers slipping as his finger pressed harder against you.

You hung on, however, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy and you fought for your character to stay alive. 

Before you knew it, red splattered the screen and you lost, you tossed the controller to the side, quickly unlocking the cuffs around Tom’s wrists and tossed them to the side as well, his hands ripped off the scarf before gripping your hips. 

His lips pressed to the sides and back of your neck, sucking and marking it as you started to move, hands balancing yourself on his legs before you started to really move, bouncing on his cock and he whispered into your ear.

“Didn’t last too long did ya?” He brags, a harsh bite of his hips against your ass follows.

“It’s hard when I’ve got someone being a whiny brat beneath me,” you pant out, moving your hips in a figure eight, his fingers bruising your hips as both search for your highs.

“Guess you’ll have to teach me a lesson later,” he gasps as your fingers rub your clit, bumping against his cock as it fucks into you.

You smile, a warm feeling spreading throughout your gut of promises for next time. He grunts as you grind your hips down, one hand moving to grip your ass as he comes, your high following quickly after.

“That was,” Tom sighs, laying back against the couch as you pulled off his cock, turning in his lap to rest your head on his chest.

“Really fun?”

He nods, kissing your head with a hum, “we should try that again.”

[spencermccn]

✧｡ jeong yunho. twenty three. male. ｡✧ is that SPENCER MOON living at THE LINKS in APARTMENT 202? i heard the ART TEACHER has lived there for FIVE YEARS now. every time you pass by you can hear TONGUE TIED by FABER DRIVE playing. maybe they play it because they’re friends would say they’re the STARRY EYED. it could just me assuming things. even if they would say they are GENEROUS and AFFABLE that doesn’t mean they can’t be PASSIVE or GULLIBLE let’s just stop by and ask them sometime. considering they’d describe themselves as midnight walks and fresh brewed coffee when you can’t sleep, figuring which of your favorite books you want to reread, and paint spattered hands that’s if they’ll actually answer the door. good luck. (ooc: hera, she/her, 26, gmt-6.)

hi loves! i'm sorry i'm here so late, i had to work today and only recently got off! besides that, i'm so excited to be here because it's been a hot dang minute since i've been in an rp, but i'm excited to be with you all nonetheless! until then, i'll be putting a bit below about this lil bean <3

name: moon haneul / 문하늘 / spencer moon nicknames: spence,  age: twenty-three dob: 06/30/97 zodiac: cancer sexuality: heterosexual occupation: art teacher [[TW: desertion & homelessness ]]

spencer was born as the oldest child of five children, two younger brothers, and two younger twin sisters. being the eldest, responsibility always fell on his shoulders, which he didn't really mind for the longest time, and for some time he felt proud to take the responsibility of his younger siblings.

his parents working full time only seemed to heavy the load on the boy's shoulders, his growing siblings (and brothers specifically) becoming more and more rebellious. at first, he tried to do the 'authorative brother' thing and help them out, but it only got worse and worse.

his parents' approach was to move their children's schools when things got bad enough, but after the fourth move in two years, spencer had had enough and stood up to his parents, expressing how much he hated being moved around, and that it was hard to have to make friends and plant roots over and over again, only to lose them.

he thought that since he was always a reserved kid, never second guessing or back talking his parents, that they'd at least hear him out. but he was quickly proven wrong, both parents berating him for how ungrateful he was and how at least his younger brothers were thankful for what they had, despite their abhorrent behavior. they ripped into him for what he could've sworn was hours, and when they were done, the boy was left speechless.

by speechless literally meaning that he didn't speak to his family for days, ultimately packing up a backpack the night before their scheduled big move (out of state this time, specifically) to sneak out to a friends house and stay for the night.

of course, he woke up to a flurry of missed calls and messages, his mother, father, and siblings all sounding furious, and he knew it wasn't something he should've done, but he was nothing short of absolutely shocked when finding his house empty, his family indeed leaving before he had came back home.

spence stayed there for a few nights, living out of what he'd packed from his backpack, to wait and see if they'd come back for him, but after a week had passed, then two, he'd lost any hope that may had been left.

for a few months, the at the time sixteen year old would sleep wherever he could, whether that be friend's couches or even an underpass or two, before he was able to land a job at a bakery that was within in his normal path. it was owned by a sweet old lady that he tended to smile extra bright at everytime he walked into her shop. he was able to disguise his living situation majority of the time, but soon enough the woman found out and was kind enough to let him stay in her guest room.

he lived there until he turned eighteen and could rent an apartment on his own, and stayed at that job while he went to school. he didn't end up leaving the job until after graduating college, but he still stops by the bakery frequently.

nowadays he's an art teacher and loves it to pieces. it may not be the best paying job, but that's when he also does art on the side to earn some extra cash.

personality~

he is SUPER friendly tbh. he never meets a stranger and will easily talk your ear off if you allow him.

he loves any and all kinds of art, be it paintings or sculptures, plays, music, books, movies...you name it and he'll easily admire it.

on the topic of admiring, boy is a BIG hopeless romantic! he's got a big weak spot for romcoms/full out romance movies because he loves any and all kind of love stories. if he's in a relationship, he put his entire soul into it, be that little notes or random visits or monthly flowers...anything that he can shower his significant other with affection.

a magnificent cook. he kinda had to learn how to take care of himself as a whole once his family left, and the grandma he lived with cooked for him on the daily. after so long he asked if he could help and learned how to make a variation of different delicious foods.

he will do anything for those he cares about. need him to cover your lunch? sure. need a ride or someone to walk home with because you drank too much? of course. bought a bookshelf and didn’t realize it wasn’t assembled and now need help with it? he’s your guy. just ask him and he’ll likely be there in an instant.

possible connections??

the grandchild of the grandma he stayed with, because after them having seen him a few times at her house, they’d probably be a little confused before learning the whole situation. this could have evolved into a close friendship or even a relationship??

i’d absolutely love a best friend he’s known since he was with his family! maybe even they could’ve let him stay with them while he didn’t have a place to live for a bit? also would lowkey love if they had a stupid bromance like the boys from this movie (x) (x)

a midnight walking buddy, because he has many many sleepless nights and his remedy is to stroll along the city, and he’d be happy to have a friend to talk to while he does so

i’m gonna ask shamelessly, but i’d honestly love like an unknown baby mama for like, y’know, drama 👀👀👀 also bc i’m a sucker for parent plots. but like maybe it could’ve been an ex that unintentionally got knocked up and felt like he wasn’t put together enough to have a kid, so she never told him and tries raising it on her own? granted if or when he were to find out he’d 1000% want to be there, but them trying to figure out each other still would be fun

former & current coworkers! someone who may’ve worked with him at the bakery, or may even a frequent? and someone who works with him at his school, or even a student teacher or so. they could be someone he meets up with for lunch every now and then and talk (one taken, but could have more also if applicable!)

i’d love to have his siblings (granted that may more of a wanted connection on the main, but i digress) but they’d range from probably like 18 to 22!

and literally anything else?? ex girlfriends/hookups (which he’s not usually the type for a hookup, and would prefer a relationship, but we all know how alcohol can get sometimes akdsjf) former roommates, a bad influence??  he’s totally open for options! :D

i apologize for this being so long >.< once again i look forward to talking with all of you and like this if you’d like me to come to you <3