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kumezyzo · 2 years ago

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Something to Gain (I)

Kyoya Ootori x OC

summary.... ootori medical decided it would be beneficial to merge with a pharmaceutical & medical tech company. the only issue being its risky to do. now the only solution is to marry the youngest heirs of either company to make this happen.

content warnings.... angst | fluff | strangers to lovers | more tags to come when i figure out what im doing 'n' stuff 😁..... tell what what i miss and what i should add

author note.... i feel like this is absolute garbanzo beans and I made kyoya out of character and im so sorry about it 😭

the oc can be read as if she was reader with more fem features!!!!

table of contents...

word count...2.3k

Akari was silent on the car ride home. She had been ignoring anything her parents would say or tell her in attempts to console her. She was silent as she got out of the car and walked into her house.

Taebin rolled his eyes and took a breath to say something to his daughter. Yuri reached over and put her hand on her husband's shoulder, shaking her head.

"Don't you remember what it was like for us?" Yuri said in a frustrated voice. "You weren't very fond of being stuck with me for the rest of your life."

"But look at us now, Yuri. We worked out. Why won't they? And you know this is amazing for MPET." Taebin said, exasperated. Yuri rolled her eyes and walked away from him in the direction of their room. She was frustrated with her husband's insensitivity and the way he seemed to only care about the money he could make.

The weekend following the dinner, Akari dreaded going to school. She was assuming the worst and that everyone had already found out about the engagement. She knew the chances of that were low but she still worried. The students at Ouran liked spreading rumours and gossip, so this wasn't completely out of the picture in things that could go wrong.

Akari was no longer moping around, the morning after the dinner, she was worrying more than anything. Her father would call her into his office and ask her what decisions she would have made in situations he was in. With a few of the scenarios, he would give her a time limit to decide or give a solution. By the end of the weekend, Akari was more worn out than she thought she would be.

When Akari got to school on Monday, she felt like everyone’s eyes were on her. She knew that wasn’t true but she couldn’t shake the feeling. And she seemed to hear every time someone said the name Kyoya Ootori. He seemed to be everywhere.

On Wednesday, she started to calm down more. But she had developed a habit to hide or go in the opposite direction whenever she almost crossed paths with him in the hallways. Akari assumed that no one noticed her antics. Yet, the few classmates that she spoke to during school had noticed her recent stand-offish demeanor and took it upon themselves to figure out the reasoning.

Then, on friday, Akari was starting to get a hang of…running away. It was starting to get easier with her modifying her route to the lunch hall, the libraries, the courtyard and her classroom. She would no longer eat in the lunch hall just to avoid her very popular fiance.

After Akari’s lunch break was over, she came back to class where she couldn’t avoid someone else. Tamaki Suoh. The best friend of the very person she had been avoiding. She had noticed the way he would glance at her throughout the day, but chalked it up as her being on edge. But then she saw him walking away from her desk.

Akari eyed him suspiciously as she walked over and sat down. She reached into the desk cautiously and found a folded piece of paper inside of it. She unfolded it and found a carefully written short note. She looked over at Tamaki, he was watching her carefully and then turned away quickly.

She was confused by the contents inside of the note.

Come to the Host Club, Music Room #3, after school.

We need to talk

Kyoya.

Akari had almost had a heart attack when she read that note. She sat in class the rest of the day pondering whether or not she should go. In the end, she figured it would be better to get it over with and see what was happening.

But Akari took her time getting there, she wanted to delay her arrival as much as she could. So she took the long way around the school to get there. She had been walking for long enough, and almost got lost, but she’ll never admit it, when she decided she should go to the music room.

Once she got to the room, she took a deep breath and turned the handle. She wasn’t really sure why but the way the girls that frequented the club made it seem like the second you opened the door, there would be a flash of light and rose petals drifting about. But there wasn’t any of that. It was just different groups of people sitting around with a simultaneous ‘welcome’ from the boys around the room.

Akari stood there nervously, not really knowing what to do. She hugged her school bag closer to her body and looked around the room, trying to find Kyoya.

“Matsuoka-chan, what a surprise to see you here?” Akari looked over to the voice next to her and saw Tamaki walking towards her. “So, who’s your type?” He asked, going on and listing off the other hosts that she could be ‘entertained’ by.

“I was just hoping to speak with Ootori-kun.” Akari said awkwardly, looking behind him at the group of girls he left.

“Oh, the cool type interests you. Interesting. Well, he's sitting over there.” Tamaki said, motioning his hand to the corner where Kyoya was sitting in the corner at a table typing away on his laptop. There was a platter filled with cakes and cookies, next to it was a teapot and two teacups.

“Thank you, Suoh-kun,” Akari said softly, making her way over to the table. She walked over, feeling her body tingling. It was like people were staring at her. But this time it was much more likely. When she got to the table, she set down her bag and took a seat on the other side of the small table.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Akari asked, thinking about pulling out her homework and getting an early start on it. “I would say I have things to do, but if I’m honest, I just don't want to be near you.” Akari knew that if her mother heard the way she was speaking, she would scold her.

“Yes, I’ve noticed.” Kyoya said, making Akari scold herself for making it obvious. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you this whole week, I had to bring Tamaki into this with how you've been avoiding me.”

“Well, I apologize for not wanting a strange interaction with a stranger that just became my fiance,” Akari spoke quietly as she reached for her bag and pulled it into her lap to get out her laptop. She refused to look at Kyoya because of her humiliation from Kyoya realizing she was avoiding him.

“I’m impressed by the length you went just to avoid me.” Kyoya pushed up his glasses and gazed at Akari. She continued to avert her attention to anything but Kyoya. He watched her reach back into her bag and get out a notebook that had her class notes. “If I’m honest, I’m a little hurt by it.” he said sarcastically.

Akari felt an unequivocal urge to roll her eyes, but refrained from doing so, “Wow, If I had known, I would have never done that to you. You poor thing.” Kyoya scoffed at the way Akari seemed to match his sarcasm. He reached for the teapot and poured Akari some before himself. Akari took note of that and tried to figure out his motivation behind that, but she couldn’t find one.

“How much of this did you have a part in?” Akari finally looked up at Kyoya, feeling almost offended by his accusation. “Milk and sugar?” He asked simply.

“Excuse me?” Akari asked in disbelief. She couldn’t believe he would think a betrothal was her idea.

“I apologize, you drink your tea plain?” Kyoya asked Akari innocently, placing a sugar cube into his own tea and pouring in milk.

“You really think that I asked my parents to take away my decision of who I get to marry? Of who I end up with?” Akari asked, outraged.

“Oh, well, I assumed by the way you reacted that night, you had to have had some say in it.” Kyoya pushed up his glasses and reached for his tea cup.

“And what exactly was my reaction?” Akari had completely forgotten she was in public and was letting her anger get through to her. She forgot the notes and the laptop she placed on the table.

“You looked terrified the entire dinner, I just assumed you knew something beforehand,” Kyoya said, looking cautiously around the music room in fear of people seeing the visible anger Akari’s demeanour was radiating. “I’m sorry for assuming that.”

“You’re a piece of shit.” Akari said coldly, as she stared him in the eyes. She clenched her teeth and felt her face start to slowly turn red. Kyoya glanced between both of her eyes and glanced behind her to the group of girls that Mori and Hani were speaking with. They had all turned around to watch the ‘cold host’ interact with his last client of the day before the club time ended.

Kyoya’s eyes barely widened as he reached for Akari’s cheek. Her already furrowed eyebrows seemed to do so even more as he leaned closer. She was ready to say something else and move away until he spoke.

“They’re watching.” Kyoya said softly, leaning in closer to Akari’s face. He was just three inches away from her.

“What does that matter?” She asked just as softly as him. She glanced down at his lips nervously and switched her gaze between his eyes, anticipating his next move.

“It matters because the host club can’t have any of our princesses looking angry at one of our hosts. Our job as a club is to maintain the happiness of all the young women that come into this room,” Kyoya said in a loving tone as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned in to speak into her ear, “As far as everyone else knows, you are no exception…. And we need to uphold the reputation of this club, the hosts, and our guests.”

Akari felt a chill run down her body at the sound of Kyoya’s voice right next to her ear. She was taken aback by how naturally this seemed to come to him. She could feel his light breaths next to her ear and she could smell his woody cologne. Akari could only assume he was able to smell her perfume as well.

Kyoya took that opportunity to look back up at the guests and hoped that they had turned around. And instead he saw the opposite. Other girls from Tamaki’s group had also turned around to ogle at the sight of Kyoya being this close to a girl he hosts. Not to mention a girl that just walked in. Many of the girls were squealing in delight by the delicate way he held Akari’s face.

Kyoya pulled away and felt a twinge of accomplishment at the look of astonishment on Akari’s face. And the way her face had flushed red, he secretly hoped it was because of another reason other than anger. But by the way her mouth had opened slightly, as opposed to the way it was pressed into a thin line from anger earlier, Kyoya assumed he was right.

Akari cleared her throat and reached for her tea. She was angry at how easily he had made her flustered and the way he seemed he would do anything to maintain his reputation. She took a sip of her tea and glanced around the room. Seeing the girls that were either covering their blushing faces or fanning their faces with the few girls glaring at her.

“Is this oolong?” Akari asked as she smelled the remaining tea in the cup. “How many times was it steeped?” Kyoya surveyed Akari and the way her eyes moved from the people around her to the tea and then her items on the table.

“Yes, it is. It was only steeped once as far as I am aware.” Kyoya said, causing Akari to scrunch her nose in a sort of discomfort or disgust. “I would like to set boundaries going forward in this… relation.” Akari shifted her gaze from the tea back to Kyoy and eyed him with confusion. She nodded for him to continue.

“I feel this should strictly be based on business. I don’t think we have any reason to get along other than in the work field. As far as I can assume, only Ootori Medical is merging with MPET so there-”

“You assume a lot of things, Ootori-kun.” Akari said, reaching for a chocolate chip cookie on the platter in the middle of the table. Kyoya went to speak again, only for Akari to cut him off again. “Look, I think your idea is bullshit. We will be miserable if we don't, at the very least, try to become friends.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because we will have to live together, take care of eachother, and one day our families will ask for children. And frankly,” She bit into her cookie, “We won't be able to provide any of that simply as business partners.” She said with her voice muffled by the cookie.

Kyoya closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. Akari wanted to make a comment along the lines of ‘are you alright there’ but strongly, and successfully, held back from saying it.

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright, we can try to get along.” Akari smiled at Kyoya and took a sip of her tea.

“Would it be alright if I stayed here and finished my tea?” Akari asked. Kyoya nodded simply, taking a sip of his tea and typing along on his laptop and writing in his thin black notebook. “And if I could potentially finish my school work? It’s quite quiet here.”

“Don't push it.”

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not-regi-look-elsewhere · 2 years ago

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Trust the Golden Scales, They Know Best

masterlist & summary

pairing: loki x oc (sigrid hastain)

playlist: classical

a/n: please have mercy this is quite literally the first fanfiction i've ever posted ;--;

word count: 3.9k (guys im sorry)

Chapter One: Why was she so angry?

Contrary to popular belief, Sigrid was very glad that she was finally going to be returning home. She had never been the ungrateful type -- especially compared to her older sister, Arya -- so Sigrid’s furious outburst at the news of her family’s return to Asgard certainly was unexpected. Of course news spread around Asgard and the colonies, but Sigrid never expected the rumors to circle back to Omnipotent City, where she was studying.

But why did Sigrid have such a negative reaction? Her seething response truly didn’t encapsulate her feelings for the news she received. But now she was left to ponder her feelings as she anxiously braced herself for her mother’s livid welcoming.

Maybe it was because she didn’t want to be ripped away from her fantasyland in Omnipotent City -- face all of the responsibilities a woman of her Noble status should have done already. But Sigrid could easily justify that her studies in Omnipotent city were also a very important part in bettering the House of Hastain's reputation.

Sigrid was studying to be the next High Priestess of Justice. Of course, she was the top student, and next in line if anything were to happen to the current High Priestess. No High Priestess has ever been chosen to be the Goddess of Justice, but deep down in Sigrid’s pessimistic mind, she hoped that maybe she would.

She had been the youngest apprentice, yet had no difficulty being the best. To be frank, Sigrid had been an overachiever her entire life. Despite being younger than both princes, Sigrid had been in Thor’s lessons for as long as she could remember. This most definitely did not mean she was well-behaved or disciplined. Yes, Sigrid returned from lessons with shockingly perfect scores in one hand, but a distraught note from her mentor in the other.

Sigrid had nothing particularly against Asgard. She loved the people and missed her friends. But in Omnipotent City she was surrounded by compliments that fueled her ego and people that groveled at her talent. She noticed that she tended to be more outgoing and carefree in Omnipotent City. Although she disliked it, Sigrid felt like she needed to keep up with her role of the soft-spoken, intelligent twin, since her brother, Eindride, was so extroverted. Sigrid didn’t want to leave the place where she didn't have a reputation. She was allowed to be funny. She was allowed to be opinionated. She was allowed to make mistakes.

Maybe the reason she didn’t want to return was because she couldn’t bear to see both of her childhood friends tied together by the golden band on their finger. Runa and Hjalmar were wonderful people -- whom Sigrid cherished her time with -- but she felt an overwhelming sense of shame when she thought about moments that had happened with them in the past. Not because of anything Sigrid did per se, but because she felt she was the odd one out in the group. Sigrid felt so dense for not seeing how the two were significantly closer to each other than she had ever been with them. She felt embarrassed for tagging along and felt she was included out of pity.

But that wasn’t the main reason as to why Sigrid felt so shameful. The ugly truth was that she had fancied Hjalmar for the majority of her childhood. He saw her for who she truly was, an insecure little girl who was petrified of losing her reputation of overachievement. Hjalmar was the only person who could soothe her of these anxieties and make her feel like she was more than her mastery or her fierce intelligence.

Sigrid’s feelings for Hjalmar were long gone by now. The engagement letter she had gotten had been enough to put out the kindling of hope in her heart that maybe, just maybe, Runa’s and Hjalmar’s relationship would sadly fail. But nonetheless, she couldn’t shake the embarrassment when she and the newlyweds interacted.

Although both of these were valid reasons, the core issue was precisely the reason why she needed to come back to Asgard in the first place:

Arya’s wedding.

Arya had been the most beautiful out of the three. She had inherited her mother’s golden blonde hair and unblemished fair skin, as well as her father’s large brown doe eyes. Arya was petite, standing no taller than Sigrid’s shoulder. She had a thin yet hourglass body. A body that many men would kill for.

Logically, Arya decided to start her courting season as a late teenager -- much earlier than most. Unsurprisingly, hundreds of men decided to lunge at the opportunity. It was exhausting, seeing so many letters from countless Nobles across the realms, even some distant royalty. Predictably, Arya settled for nothing but the best. And that is exactly what she got.

Arya was engaged to be wed to the First Prince of Asgard, Thor, son of Odin.

This infuriated Sigrid, but not because she was jealous of Arya’s engagement (well kind of). She hadn’t been so angry when she got the news that Eindride was getting married several years prior. Sigrid was angry because she was going to be that much more pressured by her mother to enter her own courting season. Sigrid was past the age to start seeking a husband, and this drove her mother mad. Sigrid would be pestered by her mother in every letter with questions like: Have you met any young men? No nice young gods that fancy you? I can’t believe all of your friends are engaged to be wed; this is a sign that you ought to find a young scholar that treats you well. I am quite sure you’re not looking hard enough.

Sigrid knew deep in her heart that if she ever started a season, all of the suitors would be the men that Arya rejected. The suitors that were infatuated with Arya. The suitors that traveled across the nine realms to bask in Arya’s beauty, the suitors that never gave Sigrid a second look when they visited their home. The suitors who came to ask for Sigrid’s hand would have Arya in their minds instead. Those suitors would marry her to get closer to her unattainable sister. Sigrid was much too weak to let that happen.

Sigrid was the exact opposite of Arya. She towered over Arya, almost reaching the height of Arya’s future husband. The last time she remembered, Sigrid was only a couple inches shorter than Thor. She had a curvier figure as well. Her arms and legs were muscle-bound, and her hips were much too wide. Her hair was impressively black excluding the two stark white stripes stemming from her temples. She had fair skin that was littered with freckles all over her body.

Suffice to say, Sigrid did not find herself to be beautiful. She tried to convince herself that she had accepted it and moved on, that she has more facets that make her a good person, a good wife. Though, all of it was in vain because, alas, she was still jealous of her sister’s stunning.

The most embarrassing reason Sigrid had been so disheartened by the news of their union was because she had a fleeting dream that maybe, in an ideal world, she could end up marrying the second prince. She knew it was delusional. Sigrid knew for a fact that Prince Loki had never given her a second glance at the celebrations they had both attended (which were multiple).

What added to his appeal was the fear she had of him. Sigrid was well aware of Loki’s reputation of being a liar and cheat. In her deranged fantasy, she was the exception. She was the woman Loki stayed loyal to. Sigrid alone longed to be the one person who made him change. She knew that her reverie was absolutely impossible, but the fact that Arya and Thor were to be wed just put the nail in the coffin.

“Excuse me, your grace,” a young servant appeared in front of Sigrid, then bowed. “Heimdall has arrived.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“HOW BLOODY DARE YOU COME BACK HERE AND SHOW YOUR FACE IN FRONT OF ME?! AFTER THE ABOMINATION OF A LETTER YOU SENT BACK!” Sigrid’s mother stomped her miniscule frame through the hallway, startling several of the many maidservants littered throughout the palace.

“No-Now Magnhild!” Sigrid’s father -- a man of an impressive stature -- stumbled along behind the tiny deranged woman. “Please, darling, calm down. We’re in the palace!”

“Ragnar, your daughter is VERY, VERY LUCKY to be inside this GODDAMN PALACE RIGHT NOW!” Magnhild whipped her head back and forth between Sigrid and her father.

Sigrid could only blink and stare at her mother’s furious outburst. But that didn’t stop her from finding amusement in seeing her distressed father scurrying behind her livid mother.

Duke Ragnar Hastain was an unimaginably large man. Not only was he seven feet tall, he was 300 pounds of pure muscle. Ragnar was capable of crushing a watermelon in between his forearm and bicep. His tanned skin was roughened and scarred by the countless battles he had been in. Several of these scars stretched across his face and left small jagged edges in his long black beard. His multi-toned salt-pepper-hair was always tied in a half bun at the back of his head.

On the contrary, Duchess Magnhild Hastain was shorter than Arya. most would say that Arya came out as a carbon copy of her mother, but Sigrid didn’t agree. Yes, both Arya and Magnhild had golden blonde hair and fair skin, but Magnhild’s eyes were a sharp shade of icy teal. In fact, every single feature of Magnhild’s was sharp. Her cheekbones, jawline, nose, even collarbones, looked as if they were chiseled from marble.

“Siiri,” Ragnar placed his large hands on Magnhild’s dainty shoulders and exhaled, “it's so great to see you, my dear.”

A moment of silence passed.

Magnhild took a shaky breath and tightened her mouth. Not a fleeting moment later, she clung onto Sigrid and proceeded to bawl her eyes out.

“Siiri,” Magnhild wailed, “we missed you so much--” she let out a few strangled hiccups, “--w-we are so proud of you-you,” she cried, leading into another wail.

“Mama,” Sigrid squeezed Magnhild back, “I missed both of you exceptionally.” She pulled away from her mother slightly, rubbing her back as a pitiful attempt at comforting her. “To make you feel better, I brought plenty of gifts.”

Magnhild widened her eyes, “Y-you,” she sniffled, “you didn't have to bring us anythi--”

“--No, no, no, thank you so much, Siiri dear,” Ragnar interjected and approached Sigrid.

Magnild released Sigrid, sniffling and putting her hands on her flushed cheeks in efforts to cool them down. Ragnar then wrapped his large arms around Sigrid.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” he mumbled.

Sigrid tried her best to not break down like her mother had done only a few moments before. Luckily, Ragnar let her go soon enough. The only thing that Omnipotent City didn't have was a way to spend time with her father.

It was obvious that Sigrid loved her father. Not to say that she didn’t love her mother, but it was apparent that she fared far better with Ragnar. Ever since Sigrid was young, Ragnar would sneak her into his office so she could help him with paperwork. At first he brought her in only for company, but Sigrid had never been able to sit still. The only thing Ragnar could do to ease her inquisitive nature was to let her do some of the work herself. Sigrid most likely spent years in that office with her father. So abandoning that cherished tradition so abruptly when she left for Omnipotent City was overwhelmingly painful.

But alas, Sigrid was back home, with her father. She took a deep breath, which seemed to soothe her emotions.

“Alright then," Magnhild rolled back her shoulders and looked out the clear window. The sky was turning purple. “You ought to move along, Siiri. The banquet dinner begins in all but three hours. Make certain you look your very best for the Royal Family. Oh, and put on that beautiful red dress, will you? The one with the pretty gold details.”

Magnhild sighed, wiping a stray tear off of her rosy cheek. She took in Sigrid from afar, then reached up and cupped Sigrid’s face into her hands.

“I love you so much, my dear.”

Magnhild’s hand suddenly became much firmer, squeezing Sigrid’s cheeks so hard it puckered her lips:

“But just to be clear,” she spoke quietly through her teeth, “I am still very angry at you.”

Sigrid managed to utter a panicked “yesh mama” in her mother’s iron grip. Magnhild hummed in response, offered Sigrid a curt nod, and released Sigrid’s poor face.

Magnhild lifted her gray dress and walked briskly past Sigrid. Ragnar gave Sigrid a knowing smile and gave her shoulder two hearty pats as he followed his beautiful wife. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Arya’s welcome had been significantly worse than Magnhild's. She was already fuming and was riling herself up to yell at Sigrid. How dare she not congratulate her on such a momentous day? Thankfully, Arya and Sigrid had gotten over their screaming match fairly quickly.

Soon after that, Sigrid began preparing herself for the banquet. She sat down on her vanity and started doing her own makeup. Sigrid felt as if the maidservants -- no matter how skilled -- could never figure out how to execute her makeup just right. Same with her hair, though she did count on them to aid her with more complex styles.

Suddenly, she heard the large door at the entrance swing open.

Arya rushed into Sigrid’s temporary chambers. “Sid, Sid, Sid, can you please do my hair? You know, the pretty braids? The ones you do so well?”

To Sigrid’s dismay, a concerning amount of maidservants flooded into her room. She felt she had no need for this absurd amount of servants. It was far too much to keep track of.

“Oh my god, Arya, get one of the millions of maids to do them for you,” Sigrid groaned distractedly. She had been attempting to do her eyeliner before Arya and her gaggle of maids entered her room. Sigrid had to clean her face and attempt the line again.

“Pleeease,” Arya bounced up and down on her heels next to Sigrid’s vanity, “they don’t do it like you do. You know that.”

“Girl, I also have to do my hair. And it takes more time since I do it myself.”

“Ugh fine,” Arya turned to leave the room, “but I’m getting ready in here.”

“I don’t know what I feel currently. I’m ecstatic, of course. Thor is the best husband anyone could possibly get. Despite that, I just can’t seem to shake this feeling of dread I have. What if I fail?” Arya fiddled with her rings nervously, “What if I mess up during this banquet and he calls off the wedding? ”

“Arya, don't be ridiculous. Of course he’s going to like you. He’s the one that chose you. In theory, he ought to be the one who has to win you over.” Sigrid noted as she was walking down the vast golden hallways, lit with torches high up over their heads.

It was completely dark outside. Two guards were a few paces in front of them, guiding them to the throne room, where the Hastains would be formally introduced. The ceilings of the palace were so far up that it looked distorted from Sigrid's point of view. Although there was a draft that entered from in between the towering columns, Sigrid didn’t feel cold. Her dress -- a deep red velvet gown decorated with thin gold spirals layered over a silk golden dress-- had a high neck and tight long sleeves.

“My god, it’s so fucking cold.” Arya said as she crossed her arms.

“Well nobody forced you to wear that dress.” Sigrid quipped, just to tease Arya.

“Shut up.”

“No.”

“...”

A silence fell between them. All Sigrid heard was the clinking of the guards’ golden armor.

Sigrid was nervous as well. As well as a mix of burning curiosity. Has Loki changed in the past few years? Undoubtedly he did, but she was so intrigued to see what he looked like. But what if she fumbled? Did something embarrassing in front of the Second Prince? Sigrid's biggest fear was to leave a bad, or worse, embarrassing first impression.

Sigrid took a deep breath, ”You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.”

“Do you think Thor is nervous too?” Arya asked.

“Not one fucking bit.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Psst,” Eindride whispered, poking Sigrid’s ribs.

Sigrid gave no response. Her eyes bore into the golden doors directly in front of her. Two guards, in their golden garb, stood straight, one hand holding one door hinge, the other clasping a gilded spear.

“Sid.”

He jabbed.

“Sid.”

He jabbed once more.

“Sid.”

He jabbed again.

“Hey Sid.”

He kept repeating, over and over again.

Sigrid just couldn’t anymore.

“Quit it.” Sigrid whipped her head around and slapped Eindride’s hand.

“Hi.” Eindride said.

Sigrid, fueled by annoyance, slapped the back of his head. Such a pressing matter to be discussed, she thought sarcastically.

“Ow!!” Eindride rubbed the back of his head.

“Sigrid!” Magnhild turned around, magically knowing that Sigrid had been the one that smacked Eindride. Her face was twisted in indignation, a sharp wrinkle appearing in between her thin eyebrows.

“Mama, he started it,” Sigrid whined, trying to reason with her mother.

“You be careful, Sigrid. You’re on thin fucking ice with me,” Magnhild warned through her pursed lips. Then she directed her attention towards both twins, “Now you best believe if either of you decide to pull that dense bullshit in that goddamn throne room,” she jabbed her finger towards the doors. “I won’t hesitate to smack some sense into you.”

“... yes mama,” The twins responded in tandem. Just the image of getting struck by her miniscule mother in Prince Loki’s presence filled her with embarrassment.

“I was just trying to give you a warm welcome, Sid,” Eindride whispered.

Sigrid rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Quiet muffled voices traveled through the thick doors, most likely the royal family scurrying to their positions.

Abruptly, the voices stopped.

“May we, the Asgardian Royal Family, formally welcome the Duke Ragnar and the House of Hastain.”

On command, the guards heaved the doors open and proceeded to walk down the long hallway.

Instinctually, Sigrid followed. Back straight, neck elongated, arms gracefully placed above her navel.

As Sigrid was walking, she scanned the entire room, eyes moving from side to side, being sure she wasn’t moving her head. She tuned out the All-Father’s warm(ish) welcome and her father’s hearty response.

Unfortunately, when she reached the front of the throne room, she noticed she was just as tall as the guard next to her. She hunched her shoulders reflexively, to try and soothe the rush of shame that ran through her spine. The spine that was much too long. Luckily, the two guards left the Hastains before the throne to go stand in their far-off stations.

Now that she was closer to the throne, Sigrid could inspect the royalty in front of her.

Prince Loki stood tall and straight on the opposite side of the throne. His face was partially blocked by the horned helm settled on his head, but she could see his straight nose and sharp eyes peek through the front. He wore golden armor with panels that elongated his already broad shoulders. A green cape billowed down his back, making him seem significantly taller.

Sigrid had to pry her eyes away from him. Her stomach erupted into butterflies. He had become more attractive, and it made her nervous. She desperately tried to reason with herself; Loki would never pick a woman like her to be his wife, not a chance. But nonetheless, she felt her face flush.

Thank goodness she had to curtsy in front of the Royal Family; it would hide her panicked face perfectly.

As she got up, King Odin declared, “I welcome Duke Ragnar Hastain along with his wife, Duchess Magnhild Hastain, his daughter, Lady Arya Hastain, as well as his twins, Priestess Sigrid Hastain and General Eindride Hastain.”

Sigrid’s eyes widened. It had never occurred to her that her title would be said with her name. Hopefully her family would be quick to forget about it, but she braced herself for a plethora of nagging questions about it later at the banquet table.

“We express our gratitude for your graciousness, your Majesty,” Ragnar said, skimming over Sigrid’s new title. “All of us are quite excited to celebrate this holy matrimony in your revered palace.”

King Odin nodded stoically, “I am very glad you accepted our invitation.'' He outstretched an open hand towards Thor, “My son is truly ecstatic for the celebration.”

Thor nodded vigorously, “Yes, yes. Very.” He put up a thumbs up, “Truly.”

Sigrid couldn’t help but turn to Eindride, who was on the other end of the line, and share a smile. Thor got along with everyone. Although he was brash, arrogant, and impulsive, he was very endearing. He carried himself with a certain charm that worked with everyone he met. Although he lacked a sense of self-preservation, it meant that he was immensely optimistic.

Unbeknownst to Sigrid, Prince Loki had caught the smile. It was quick, so it took a few moments for him to process it. For some unknown reason, her smile intrigued him.

The King and Queen proceeded to talk to Magnhild and Ragnar, with occasional contributions from the happy couple. Sigrid’s mind was wandering all sorts of places. She wondered how many tiles there were on the mosaic ceiling — depicting the entire royal family. Then she looked over at Loki’s magnificent helm again. How much did that thing weigh? She gave silent props to Loki for standing there with such a head accessory for such a long time.

“Speaking of the celebration,” Queen Frigga added, “Prior to the ceremony, both the bride and groom-to-be will have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

“We appreciate that Sigrid volunteered to be their chaperone.”

Sigrid couldn’t hide the shock from her face. She had known immediately that this was her mother’s doing. What was Sigrid expecting? This was exactly something her mother would torture her with as punishment. But Sigrid had to give credit where credit was due; Magnhild knew how to concoct the perfect punishment for each and every one of her children.

“O-of course,” Sigrid said, flashing a strained smile.

“It would be her pleasure,” Maghild interjected, clasping Sigrid’s forearm.

Sigrid desperately turned to see what face Eindride made. His eyes were wide and his mouth was in a surprised smile. When Sigrid gave him a look of dread, Eindride looked like he was damn well about to piss himself. Then, when her face changed to alarm, he had to turn his head to not laugh out loud.

“Very well,” King Odin lifted his head, “Let us stall no longer, or the food will grow cold.”

As Sigrid was walking out of the throne room, she felt a hand on her back.

“Maybe you ought not to get angry in your next letter, my dear Siiri,” Magnhild whispered.

Sigrid scowled and wrinkled her nose in displeasure.

How could she not be angry now?

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oppabimbab · 4 years ago

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hottest apology | kim taehyung

genre: smut, slight fluff

starring: taehyung x reader

synopsis: you made him mad so you gave him the hottest apology ever.

words: 2,730 words

tags: jealousy, submissive reader, insecurity, daddy!kinks, handjob, bl*w!job, boob!fuck, fingering, slight dom taehyung, cl*t tease,

side notes: it’s been 3 months since i wrote, holy shit sorry if it’s bad, i have lost my writing skills lol and also its taehyung ff again bc im always obsessed with him bye.

It’s been 5 days since Taehyung have talked to you. Exactly 5 days since both of you got into a pretty serious and heated argument. 5 days is quite long for someone like him to be this mad. Well, your boyfriend has been that gentle, calm and observant person that he always be the one who breaks the silence first but it’s different now.

You’re not sure if the thing really triggered him this much to the point it’s making him to do something he never did before—leaving the house. All because of one thing he seems to hate the most.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. Stop being a kid. He just wanted my help, that’s all?” you frowned at him while holding the tone in your voice. You knew he hate it when you sound annoyed and pissed when talking to him.

Taehyung’s jaw was clenched even more at your words as he leaned against the wall with crossed arms. He probably has been waiting you to come home since forever.

“Really? I didn’t know keeping him company at the coffee shop is one of the ways of ‘helping’ him. What did you guys do?” His deep eyes were piercing into yours and swear to God, it gave butterflies to your system. Let alone his croaky voice that filled the room—making your heart raced for no reason. That was hot. Fuck yeah, not a good time to be horny.

You adjusted your position at the bedroom door—exchanging eye contacts with your boyfriend who seemed to be really mad but it didn’t come to your mind that he is actually being serious. Probably he was just moody that you came back late. You tried to convince yourself.

“He was alone and stressed so I kept him company for a while. Nothing much, baby. He is nothing to me. We did nothing.Seriously,” you spoke, defensively even deep inside, you were tired to death. All you wanted was to sleep and For God’s sake, your quick coffee sessions with Seonghwa was random. He just happened to be in the same shop with you. Why did Taehyung think you want to let him get into your panties? Exaggerating.

“Did you even tell me before you met him?”

“No? Because it’s unplanned?”

Just as you thought Taehyung would let this topic go, he looked even madder. His gaze was flamed in fire, his body was tensed and stiffed just like the prominent veins along his neck. He has this habit where he would roll up the shirt sleeves and ruffle his hair when he is mad. Silence filled the room as both of you didn’t say anything.

“I thought I said I hate him. I hate to see you with him. I just don’t want to see you with him. isn’t that clear to you?,” his voice was too low and it made him sound very dominant. Fuck, something was twirling in your stomach.

You jaw was dropped.

“Taehyung! He’s just fr-“

“Who cares? You’re mine. Fucking mine and I don’t like sharing. I never fucking do. I thought you knew that huh?” he stared at you with his flaming eyes and raised eyebrows while chewing his mouth. If stare could stab people, you could die by now. Your mouth felt dry as you’ve lost words to say. Taehyung has never been this mad before.

You supressed a small chuckle to ease the tension.

“Taehyung, are you jealous?”

But what a wrong move. He left the house.

Now, he is giving you the coldest treatment ever. He don’t kiss you, call you pet names, make love to you like he always did or even look at you more than 10 seconds. You thought he would only act up like this for few days but now, it almost been a week. And as ego as you’re, you don’t even start to make up even deep inside, you pretty much understand why he did this.

Taehyung has always been such a protective boyfriend. He made it clear he dislikes Seonghwa and you already promised him to stay away from the guy. You broke the promise and now you need to face the consequences. Swear to God, these 5 days were killing you inside. You missed him so much.

His kiss, his touch, his morning voice, his jokes but why can’t you face him and say sorry? Is it because it’s always him to fix the relationship first? Is it because it’s always him to come to you and say sorry first?

You don’t realise that until one night. One bloody night when you realised that he is only yours and you hate sharing. Your whole body is filled with jealousy and greed when you are left alone at your table in his stupid company dinner as Taehyung is surrounded by so many people, who probably have been waiting for him.

You know he is popular for his kind personality and looks since he composes music for these popular people but you don’t know he is this popular. A sudden jealousy and insecurity hit you like a truck when you finally realised that you’ve taken him for granted after all these while. He chose you over these people yet you did the thing he hated the most.

He will make sure you know how much he loves you—being that home you always go back to when things got hard, let alone showering you with the honesty and security you deserve in this relationship. Few seconds in, you just figured it out—he never did something that hurts you to the point you wanted to leave the house. But you did that to him. You broke this good guy’s heart.

From afar, he’s definitely look good with someone else other than you and it’s giving you an unfamiliar pain in the chest. This fight is longest and the hardest fight you ever had with him and it hurts you even more when his eyes catch yours in the middle of crowded party

but, he looked away.

The house feels dead. It feels gloomy and sad when both of you just got home from the party and he didn’t even want to say anything as he goes to the bedroom. Not even a glance. Fucking hell, it drives you crazy.

By the time you got in the room, he just come out from the toilet—freshly bathed. The sweet scent from the shampoo and soaps fills your sense with his naked body in the sight. There is nothing coming out from your mouth as you notice him looking away from your gaze. He feels distant and cold.

“Baby,” after a while, you speak out.

No answer.

“I’m sorry,”

Taehyung looks unbothered when he keeps drying his wet hair with the small towel with his back facing you. Your heart hurts a lot.

“I’m so sorry, I miss you. Talk to me,” tears start to pool in your eyes when you can’t hold the pain of being ignored by a man whom you loved the most. Did he stop loving you? Did he find someone else?

Few steps are taken before you slowly wrap your arms around his torso from behind—hugging him tight as you bury your face on his back. He is very tall and well-built that he makes you feel safe and sound.

Taehyung doesn’t move or push you away—rather than hugging you back, he just let you do whatever you want to do. Good thing because you know what you want to do.

Slowly, you pull away from him and come to face him. You don’t have the courage to look at him in the eyes, making you to come closer to him before kissing his bare chest. Kissing him gives you such serotonin that nothing can explain. It makes you happy and high to the point you want to have all of him for yourself only. Every inches of him.

His gaze—you can feel it. He is looking down at you but the courage to look at him has gone when you know how greedy you are when it comes to him. But you did him wrong. How do you fix this?

The tension fills the room before you finally make some move by tracing your fingers on his torso—admiring his lines with this familiar knot in your stomach. His wet and naked body sting your lower abdomen—making your panty sticky wet. Fuck, you want him. In you. Now.

“Hm?” a husky hum leaves his mouth right after you push him on the bed. He is clearly confused at your sudden gesture but for some reason, he is anticipating it—which brings you another butterflies. He stares at you while biting his lower lip with a small smile appears in the corner of his lips. This guy is fucking hot.

Ignoring him, you get to your knees in front him as he sits on the edge of the bed—with your face only few inches away from his crotch before you bring your hand on the fold of the towel that has been covering his lower body.

“What are you doing?” he says with a small playful smile across the lips, sounded confused as ever. You look at him with a needy eyes.

“Apologize,” you mumble before looking back down to his crotch. This time, it wasn’t covered anymore. It’s huge, hard, raw and delicious—you can’t help but leaning closer as you take him fully into your mouth. A soft whimper leaves his mouth at the sudden warmth.

With your might, you take his length into your mouth until it completely disappear from the sight while your small hand rubbing around his cock. Your head is bobbing up and down—licking and circling every veins around the cock to the head to taste the salty pre-cum that leaves his tip. You moan-- clenching your pussy at the feels. He’s tasted so good, making you moan. A very needy one. You spread his legs before you place one of your hands on his firm thigh to give it a soft rub. He moans even louder. What a sound.

The knot and dripping juice from your pussy keeps making you crazy to the point you wanna beg at him to fuck you right now. You don’t care anymore. It’s been 5 days.

“Mmmm, ahh,” the erotic moan fills the room along with the wet slurping sound coming from your mouth. Taking a quick glance at him with your half-closed eyes, you find him staring down at you with a clenched jaw. His eyes has darkened in desire and lust, body got tensed up and raspy grunts keep escaping his mouth. The eye contacts—oh God, this is sexy. He is feeling good. It drives you crazy.

You suck him even harder—going up and down even faster as his cock twitches every time you lick it. He lifts his hip to thrust even deeper to your throat, making you gurgle around his cock head. You can feel he’s coming as it hardened in your mouth but before he could cum on your face, you immediately stop—making him groan in frustrations. A small smile escape your lips as you let the wet saliva drips to your neck. What a messy blow job but for some reason, this is making your pussy stings in cum.

Without taking your time, you take off your short dress—unclasp the bra around your breasts before you place his cock between them. The next thing, you find yourself rubbing your boobs around his length as he grabs your hair to make you go faster.

Taehyung grunts even louder, moaning to the air at the pleasure. He closes his eyes while groaning like a tiger.

“Ah! Mmm, Your cock feels nice, baby,” you moan as you quicken the pace.

“Oh Fucckk, yeah, yeah like that,” he moans as he boob-fucking you. His breath has hitched and trembling before you could feel how hardened he has become.

“Baby...Ahh! I’m....,” you moan.

“I’m so sorry. Forgive me. I miss you,” you say while moaning loud,looking up to his eyes as you pump harder around his huge cock while licking the tip—begging like a needy puppy. Both you and him are humping on each other—probably he is as desperate as you are. Eyes to eyes. Yes, you’re desperate for him. Only him.

“Baby, cum on my face, let me taste you,” you beg before sticking your tongue out—waiting for him to pump his seed all over your face. You know he loves this shit. It’s his favourite kink.

Taehyung grunts, standing up on his feet, pumping his cock for few more times before the white cum plasters all over your face as it keeps coming from the tip. In just few seconds, you swallow the bitter-salty cum greedily, licking every part of them while staring at Taehyung, who is breathing heavily on the bed. He stares at you for few second before running a hand in his messy hair while chuckling playfully.

“Come here,” without letting you calm down, he pulls you closer to him before pinning you down to the bed as he crawls on top of your naked body.

“That was the hottest apology I’ve ever got,” he chuckles while breathing hard as he traces his finger on your torso to your lower abdomen. Soft whimpers leaves your mouth, it makes him chuckle even more.

“Is it accepted yet?” you ask in breathy voice. He frowns while biting down his lower lips.

“I don’t think so. I need more,” he says, holding a smile.

You look at him. He is fucking handsome with those deep eyes, boyish smile. God, you wish he fucks you everyday. He’s look delicious. Especially those lips.

Can’t wait any longer, you take his face in your hands, you pull him for the deepest kiss, sucking his mouth, begging for his touch. He grunts in the kiss—sucking your tongue, biting your lip almost to stain it with blood.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Taehyung,” you whimper in the horniest way ever. Whatever he does, he needs to fuck you now.

“I’m still mad at you,” he grunts before he starts rubbing your clit. You yelp in pleasure.

“I don’t care. Fuck me, daddy,”

Taehyung smiles, satisfied. Probably happy that you become this submissive only for him.

“Sure, let’s remind you how good my fingers are inside your damn pussy” he says as he put 2 fingers inside you without warning—making your body jerks in surprise. He starts thrusting his long and thick fingers inside you, twirling and pinching every part of your pussy—making your body bounce every time he fuck your pussy.

A gush of air leaves your lungs as you scream out loud, while you fist in his damp fluffy hair, pulling his face closer to you. Taehyung keeps fingering fuck you while staring down to see how messed up he has made you become. He chuckles and quicken the pace every time you moan his name—telling him to never stop.

“Why? You like it huh?” he hums, rubbing your clit with his thumb while thrusting another 2 finger inside. You see nothing but stars. Moan and moan.

Arched back, rolled eyes, curled toes.

“Ah~~~~Mmm,mmm,” you bite the lower lip to hold the sound. You’re very sure the neighbour know you’re getting fucked tonight.

“I’m coming. Mmm baby, i’m—Ah!”

“Too soon,” Taehyung replies before quicken the pace. The splashing and wet sound from the pussy juice makes his cock hardened as it rubs your inner thigh when he moves. You cry—holding around his arms for support as you’re reaching your climax.

The next second,you cum around his fingers. Your whole body flinches in pleasure, hitched breath fills the space as he pulls his wet fingers out of your pussy and with your own eyes, you saw him licking the juice while staring down at you.

He licks every parts of the fingers without looking away from your exhausted eyes. Your jaw almost dropped when he smiles at you. Holy shit, that is fucking hot. This guy is sickly hot. You don’t understand.

He didn’t stop there.

“Bear yourself, baby. I’m going to fuck you really hard that you know how I fucking despise sharing what’s mine,” Taehyung says as he positions his cock on your entrance while spreading your legs around his waist. Wide, just for him.

What a long night but you’re not complaining. Not at all.

Let me know your feedbacks! XOXO

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keelywolfe · 4 years ago

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Drabble: Phobia (baon)

Summary: It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Domestic Fluff

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The first time it happened, Edge couldn’t quite describe it. He’d heard of Humans feeling the hairs standing up on the back of their neck, but lacking hair there and, indeed, anywhere at all, it wasn’t precisely that. But it was something similar, a prickling crawling up his spine as if someone was watching him.

If they were, they certainly weren’t getting him at his most impressive. Tilling the soil in his garden beds to prepare for spring planting was sweaty work that involved a lot of kneeling in one place, working at the dirt with a hand spade. The only person likely to find that even remotely interesting was Stretch and he was inside in his lab, working furiously at something that was surely brilliant and possibly destructive, perhaps even both knowing his love.

Still, the sensation lingered, and Edge took a moment for a break, ostensibly to rest his leg but in reality, for reconnaissance. As he sipped his water, Edge surreptitiously checked his surroundings. It was a lovely, warm spring day and the neighborhood was lively with others who were out enjoying the sunshine. Children were laughing and playing nearby, other Monsters were out in their yards working on their own flowerbeds or mowing their lawns.

No one seemed to be paying him any specific attention.

He shrugged inwardly and went back to his garden, making a mental note to head downstairs and try to persuade Stretch out of his lab in an hour or so. By then, his inspiration might still be flowing but his energy would probably be down to the dregs. A nice lunch out in the fresh air would help revive him.

Edge dug back into the soil, but still, that sense of being watched lingered. The sensation was enough to irritate; what he should be doing was planning out the layout of this section for the upcoming planting. Instead, he was distracted by the itching between his shoulder blades, to the point that he didn’t even hear Stretch approaching until he said, cheerfully, “hey, babe, brought you some iced tea—whoops, careful there!”

The trowelful of dirt Edge tossed into the air as he jerked in surprise obediently followed the laws of gravity and came back down on him in a shower, leaving him spitting and sputtering. He turned to give Stretch a look and was met with wide, not-so-innocent sockets and a shameless grin. “sorry about that. little jumpy there, spock, do i need to start sneaking in decaf in the afternoons?”

“Do not go there, some transgressions are unforgiveable.” Edge took the offered glass of tea and took a long swallow, washing away the lingering taste of soil. “I’m not ‘jumpy’. It’s just—” He hesitated, a little embarrassed to explain his sudden bout of paranoia, but if there were anyone he could expose himself to, in all ways, it was Stretch. Finally, he admitted, “It’s strange, but I’ve felt all day as if someone is watching me.”

To his profound relief, Stretch didn’t laugh. He frowned consideringly and much as Edge had, gave the neighborhood a searching look. His inspection was much less discreet, but Edge found he didn’t care. Even his irritation at possibly being watched was fading, lost in a sudden rush of love for this person who didn’t think he was silly or paranoid, who took him at his word and instead of mocking, sought to help. The urge to kiss him filled Edge to the brim and overflowed, and he climbed to his feet, ready to give into temptation when Stretch’s sockets went suddenly wide and a grin spread across his face.

“well, babe, looks like you’re suffering from a case of anatidaephobia,” Stretch announced. He started off towards the backyard fence, clearly intending for Edge to follow him.

Edge did, partly in confusion, mostly curious, with a dash of nettled that he’d missed his chance for a kiss. “What does that mean?”

Stretch leaned overtop of the fence and looked down, laughing softly, “the fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you.”

A glance over the fence showed that a small duckling was standing right on the other side, peering through the slats into the front yard. The moment they saw their new audience, Cheese began quacking eagerly, scrambling up as close as they could to the fence in search of an exit.

“nope, sorry, kiddo, no running off.” Instead of risking a duckling escape by opening the gate, Stretch shortcutted into the backyard and scooped Cheese up, holding him until Edge slipped through. The moment he was close, the duckling began to squirm, loudly quacking, until Stretch handed them to Edge. Their downy feathers were already shedding, their adolescent feathers coming in, giving them a slightly mangy appearance. Edge didn’t mind, letting Cheese settled into the crook of his arm, the small bird snuggling in close as their quacks lowered to a sleepy murmur.

“nice to see your charms affect all kinds of poultry,” Stretch chuckled.

“Honestly, I don’t understand why,” Edge sighed. Even as he spoke, the chickens were making their way from the coop to mill around his feet in hopes of scritches.

Stretch crouched down to offer his services and the chickens willingly accepted him as an alternate pets-giver. “hey, you’re a popular guy, babe. they’ve got im-peck-able taste.”

“I’m being stalked by ducks and you’re making jokes,” Edge shook his head, managing to keep a straight face out of sheer force of will. “I’m calling fowl, you’re a terrible comedi-hen.”

It was worth the awful pun to hear Stretch snickering. “hey, you’re a tough nut to quack, no yolk, and no one ever believes me when I tell ‘em you’re the real wise quacker.” The last word barely made it out before Stretch dissolved into laughter, sprawling back into the grass. Edge watched him fondly, soothing the little duck in his arms when the noise made them stir uneasily. Stretch barely had his breath back when he scrambled to his feet to steal the kiss that Edge intended to pilfer earlier with great enthusiasm. By the time he drew back, he was panting, his cheekbones flushed a charming honey-orange as he said, huskily, “luckily, i’m quackers about you.”

Clever puns were currently beyond Edge, his wits surrendered at the first touch of Stretch’s mouth. All Edge could manage was stark honesty. “I love you, too.”

That soft orange in Stretch’s cheekbones brightened to something closer to the first tinge of sunset in the sky. Beautiful, so beautiful, even when he coughed sheepishly and mumbled, “anyway, i have to get back downstairs. you’re hot, babe, but i got something cooking and literal fire trumps your hunka hunka burning love.”

“Go,” Edge said, reluctantly amused, “before you burn down our house.” A last quick kiss and Stretch did, pausing at the door when Edge called, “Lunch in an hour?”

“an hour,” Stretch echoed and vanished into the house.

Edge took a seat on the patio, shifting the duckling to one arm so that he could give the chickens some of their own scritches. He already knew that an hour from now, time would have escaped his husband and he’d need a rescue from whatever experiment he was working on. That was fine, he owed Stretch in exchange for his earlier one.

“Anatidaephobia,” Edge said aloud. “Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. You,” Edge directed at the duckling, “next time, quack louder and I’ll come. Leave the stalking to my brother.”

The duckling only made a sleepy little chattering sound and snuggled in closer, with no fears at all.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #by any other name

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mrskurono · 3 years ago

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i wanted to say something related with the thing about the plain repetitive fics earlier when the notification popped up but was busy and in a horrible humor 🥴🥴 so imma say it now

we as consumers (the ones who only read) are most at fault here i think bc the writers always ask and the ones with beautifully written 5k words almost beg for readers to interact/reblog so it spreads and gets to other people(i am at fault here too im a social anxiety ridden person) and because of this lack of interaction the "shitty" or plain or whatever gets more interactions... on other side there are also lazy ass people that don't wanna read 5k words (their loss lol) and stick with the plain ooc shitty cookie cutter stories, the ones who get the spotlight unfortunately...

sorry for the long ass rant, got lost in the middle and wrote it with a baby crying and screaming and laughing by my side lol, hope ur having a good day/evening and taking care of you and your baby💕💕

For the five hundred and fifty two years I've been on this site I will say there was a definitive switch between supporting content creators (of any media) and now expecting things to be spoon fed them in the simplest way without feeling an obligation to return the favor with even the meager of feedback. I wouldn't say it went down hill when Tumblr did it's purge bc honestly it was going downhill before that. It was like one month people were excited to share their hyperfixations and fandoms. And now no one wants to do anything bc of the cringe worthy puritan culture that has swept through most social medias. This focus on likes only, popularity and being a god send famous person is just so fucking weird to me. Anymore anyone is so afraid to even entertain the idea that they would consume something "unsanitary" and then get in trouble for it that it's reached its way to the creators. Many have stopped bc of hate. Many have stopped for fear of hate. Just as many have stopped bc its just not worth it anymore. It's frankly sad bc now "trendy" things are the only thing that sells. Tik tok reaction crap, daddy kinks, uwu sub babies, etc. This very tiny box of what's "ok" has doubled down on so many people just straight up quitting. These things that have been deemed "acceptable" while other things get demonized.

And this goes for non sexual items too. Wanna write best friends au? Unrealistic, bull crap, "never happens". But twelve dozen people wanna write a mafia au? Great, brilliant, "totally plausible". A lot of people complain about the sexual factors of fandoms but honestly fluff is just as looked down on unless it's exactly how this mass decided it to be. It use to be in fandoms you could find so much. Oh my god there was so so so much you could find. If you thought of it, you could find it. But now its the same idea regurgitated fifty times. I get people enjoying what they enjoy (I for one enjoy friendships and mutual pining and such) but the fact that everything else gets shoved to the side bc the majority doesn't "want it" and then others are "too afraid" to engage frankly means more and more writers are going to leave and not come back. And it's sad really bc so many writers are wonderful and great but no one wants to support them. I understand being anxiety riddled. I didn't start posting even online half a decade after I started writing. I kept everything on a note app and interacted with no one when I did get brave enough to post online in the small fandoms I was in. So the anxiety thing I get but at some point you have to decide if it's worth more to lurk and watch your content creators and friends leave. Or to support them and others.

Make entirely new blog. Give no defining traits to yourself. Don't even have to talk to anyone if you don't want to. But reblogging (with proper tags) means a million different things to artists of all kind. You don't even have to leave a comment. Simply reblogging something and making sure it can be spread through proper tags in the fandom means the world to creators and it's so small but keeps us going. I do it here on my blog all the time. I'm not an avid reader but I adore art and reblog the crap out of characters I might not even like. Just so that artist knows "hey, someone saw this and they want more people to see it bc its amazing"

This isn't meant to be mean spirited or a lecture but frankly Tumblr is going to loose a lot of its media and its sad to watch it go down the drains. But on the brightside ao3 is still wonderful and a heavenly place to post fics! The traffic is wonderful and to any fic writers who haven't signed up for it I really suggest it. All the fandoms I've posted in so far have been really engaging and lots of people even comment which is just such a serotonin boost. If you haven't started cross posting on ao3 I highly suggest it

#three.talks #anon

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 years ago

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I hope this doesnt bothers you, but english is not my first language and im having a hard time trying to understand this whole situation, im also going through a lot regarding this fandom

Basically you have a server where people are free to discuss anything including ships, and a member of that server turned out to be an anti? Sorry if i misunderstood.

There is a discord server I am a part of.

A member that was invited to that server was an agressive zadr shipper and was oversensitive.

They twisted one of the Mod's words and misunderstood a lot of the Mod's actions. Having a personal issue with a Mod in the server, a lot of which was just them ovethinking a lot of situations, overprojecting a status of "godhood" to a content creator and upset that the mod didn't like their stuff.

They accused all 187 members of being a "cult" and a bunch of "antis"

When none of that is true.

They also said that the Mod was mean to me personally, and that they were insensitive towards my feelings during a difficult time in my life.

This is also a lie.

The mod was gently reminding me that I had broken a rule when I was upset, and was sympathetic during that time.

They also said that there was a private server connected to the Moo-ping 10 server in which users talked about their "anti hate"

Also a lie.

There is a server that did branch off from Moo-Ping 10, but it's a server of only FOUR people. The server is used for them to plot angst and stories relating to the Invader Zim comics character, Zib. The server only exists to talk about Zib. That's all the Zib squad does.

Someone on that person's behalf (since they deactivated all thier accounts because they were that upset of the idea that someone they liked, disliked thier content) made a call out post suggesting about 70-80% of the Invader Zim tumblr community are all antis.

The amount of members in the server is 187.

The amount of notes that a popular post in the community gets is roughly about 300-500. (that doesn't get over a thousand. I consider those "universally liked posts" that are reblogged by people who aren't in the fandom)

So they're suggesting that 187/300 of the fandom are antis.

That is approximately 62% of fans.

That is more than half.

That can't be correct....

I've been to the Invader Zim tag.

Someone really suggested that more than half of the tumblr community "hates zadr" because they hated the Mod that much when the Mod didn't love their stuff unconditionally after making them increasingly uncomfortable for shipping their self insert (essentially themselves) with their self insert.

Basically long story short: Someone spread a whole bunch of lies and misinformation about an Invader Zim discord server because they weren't loved unconditionally for doing, in my opinion, rather rude and invasive things.

This is the last I will say on the topic, and I hope I described it well.

#tw: discourse #invader zim #going to the tags

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captainkappa · 4 years ago

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Fanfic Writer Interview

Thank you @steine-druff for tagging me!!!

Name: Kappa

Fandoms: Currently The Mandalorian with a sprinkle of Hello from the Hallowoods. But past Thrilling Intent, Overwatch, Critical Role, Mindcrack, Buffalo Wizards, MHA, and so many more!

(Most of these answers will deal with my Mando fics, so do not worry, but I gotta consider all fics for the multi-chap questions)

Two-shot: I thought about this long and hard because I really only consider myself a one-shot writer or a writer who starts multi-chaptered fics but never finishes them, but then I remembered I do have a two-shot! Comfort is weird because I wanted the two chapters to more seamlessly connect as one chapter, but it wasn’t happening so I separated it into two chapters

Most popular multichapter: If we’re going by kudos, And Up She Rises but guys??? Guys??? By hits, it’s And A Bottle of Scotch that absolutely knocks it out of the park. That just blows my mind.

Actual worst part of writing: That part of the fic writing where I’m convinced everything I’m writing is shit or I think I’m the worst writer alive. I’m at that point with both my dincobb h/c fics and Im suffering lol. Also editing.

How you choose your titles: Summarizing my fic into 1 word or a short phrase, (ie Compromising Positions, In Other Hands, etc). I’ve done song lyrics before but it always looks weird on my fics even though I love it on other people’s fics? It’s like when you see a shirt on a mannequin but when you try it on your body it looks wrong? That’s my experience with “fic titles as all lowercase song lyrics” or “mostly song lyrics (with a lil in parentheses).”

Do you outline: Always, except in two scenarios. One, it’s under 1k. Two... its the “Luke is haunted by the darksaber” fic bc I just wrote that until I came to a stop. It was the weirdest experience ever because I’ve never, for any other fandom, done that. I only outlined it after the fact when I was editing to make sure it stayed consistent.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: Guys my dinluke role-swap AU has the most kickass first line and I love the way I’ve characterized Mando!Luke and Jedi!Din. But it requires me to rewrite so much of Star Wars canon and then naturally reveal the changes to the audience, it’s nigh impossible to write (plus I dont... really have a plot lmao). I’m also crossing all my fingers that my dincobb big bang longfic doesnt fall into this category

Callouts @ me: Stop comparing your fics to others people’s fics!! Stop comparing the success of one of your fics to another one of your fics!! Just enjoy that people like your fics!! Just read fics you want to read!

Best writing traits: Usually I’d say dialogue (but the structure of Mando eps makes that a lil harder), so instead I’m gonna say emotion. I think I’m getting way better at writing emotion and it definitely shows in actually writing romance in my Mando fics instead of just multiple pre-relationship fics

Spicy tangential opinion: I love reading about trans characters having sex but I also get uncomfy when I see that the majority of fics tagged with “trans character X” are pwp but I ALSO hate that that uncomfortableness is preventing me from spreading my wings and trying to write smut. Just... balance, y’all

No pressure tags (omg im actually tagging ppl look at me!): @theropodtheroblogs @coffeequill @unofficial-cactus @the-home-kvetch @intricatecakes @cryptids-and-starlight @hexedmaiden @astrangebird @heylookahufflepuff and if I missed you, I’m sorry so please feel free to still consider yourself tagged!

#ok now i actually need a tag game tag #kappa talks #kappa writes #tag game #kappa replies

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years ago

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Potions and Princes (Pt.3)

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Virgil was usually easily frightened, he always had been. But this was a different kind of terror, this was a kind of terror that he didnt think anyone had ever felt before.

He was still thinking about the voice in the woods, still thinking about Roman, and his worried face, about Logan and the conversation they'd had on the way back from the woods.

Now Virgil was laying on a bed in the infirmary, arm wrapped in bandages, alone.

Novice he turned the word over and over again in his head, he felt sick. Was he a novice? Was he really ever good enough at magic? The words felt like a venom in his gut. But he was nearly entirely convinced that they were true. He was pathetic, and at this point, he wasnt even sure he should have been gifted magic.

"Virgil? Are you awake?" Virgil froze as he heard Roman's voice, Roman of all people, asking about him.

"Mhm. . ." Virgil said, barely above a whisper. Roman appeared within the next second by his bedside, taking the injured arm in his hands and examining it. It had started out on his hand, Virgil wasnt sure what he'd spilled, but it clearly wasnt supposed to be in contact with human skin.

"I'm sorry about your arm. . ." Roman said quietly, taking something out of his pocket and pouring it over the arm.

"My fault for being incompetent. . ." Virgil replied.

"You are not incompetent, you made a mistake, that's all," Roman replied, sitting down next to Virgil's bedside. Virgil had to try his best not to flush bright red as Roman's eyes met his.

Roman had very pretty eyes, they'd shift through all sorts of green and red shades, Remus' eyes did the same, but in Virgil's mind, Roman pulled it off better.

"You clearly dont know much about me then," Virgil responded.

"I know you're sweet, and generous, and you love your brother, and you like helping baby birds back into their nests, and you get excited when spring starts because you like to see everything grow and change and like watching the new wildlife explore, and you like fall because you like to play in the leaves and visit the pumpkin patch and go on hay rides," Virgil's face turned even brighter shades of red as Roman continued.

"You know about all that?. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"Well yeah, I just- never really worked up the nerve to talk to you or hang out," Roman said.

"You were nervous about talking to me?" Virgil said in a shocked whisper.

"Remus has an easier time talking to his crushes than I do" Roman said quietly, Virgil felt faint.

"You- like me??? Like as a person???" Virgil said.

"Yes I like you! Of course I do! Why do you think I didnt want to duel you!" Roman said.

"I thought you just wanted to duel with someone who actually knew how to use magic!" Virgil replied.

Roman froze slightly and turned to him, Virgil's face was nearly as red as roses when Roman brushed his hands across it and pressed his forehead to Virgil's.

"Virgil. You are capable of using magic, you absolutely deserve to have it, and I never want to hear you saying those things about yourself again, got it?" Roman said quietly, Virgil could only make a small squeak of agreement. He relaxed slightly as Roman began massaging the sides of his forehead, sinking into his touch. He fell asleep much easier within Roman's arms, so easily that neither boy seemed to notice the blood red smoke making it's way under the door.

Virgil was allowed out the next day, his scars wouldnt heal, but he'd still be able to use his arm.

News had spread rather quickly of his and Roman's conversation, and much to Virgil's surprise and elation, he and Roman had reached the status of the school's most popular power couple over night.

But this didnt come without negatives, Virgil could routinely find groups of gossiping boys and girls, talking about his lack of prowess, and how Roman deserved someone better. Virgil tried his best to ignore this, to focus on the soft whispers of Roman's voice in his ear when they lay in the courtyard, but soon those whispers, to, had been replaced by something much less calming.

When Virgil would fall asleep under Roman's arm, his mind would fill with promises of strength, power, with the voice of someone offering a place on a throne Virgil had never heard of, offering things that would make others bow before him, cowering in fear.

But these were more distressing than enticing, Virgil would sometimes wake up with eyeshadow and mascara tracks staining his face, Roman's arms bringing him close and massaging his sides.

"Are you alright my darling? You're crying again," Roman said, running his fingers through Virgil's hair as he awoke from another one of his nightmares.

"I-Im fine- it's nothing important I promise," Virgil said, biting his lip slightly.

"If you say so darling, I wont press," Roman replied, now moving to massage Virgil's stomach.

"I love you. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"I love you to my darling," Roman said.

The only person, it seemed, who wasnt thoroughly convinced that Virgil was just having ordinary nightmares, was Logan.

"We shouldve done more research on that scar! I know it! There couldve been a neurotoxin in that potion!" Logan said, pacing in front of the couch, where Virgil and Emile were busy playing a game of cards.

"Logan 'm fine! I promise!" Virgil said again, glaring across the couch as Emile played yet another high-scoring set.

"You are most certainly not fine if you're having nightmares driving you to tears all the time," Logan responded.

"I'll be in the library doing more research if any of you need me, Virgil, dont forget to take your medicine," Logan said, turning on his heel and leaving the common room.

"Hes just worried about you Virge, that's all," Emile said.

"I know he is, but theres really nothing wrong with me!" Virgil replied, pushing down the growing guilt in his gut.

Virgil already knew he was a problem on his own, but this, this was something that he'd never tell the others about, he didnt want to add to their burdens.

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Tag list:

@frawkeye

@nerosdayinhell

@the-sad-strawberry

@thecolorfulolive

@meowthefluffy

@pricklyfish777

@teamplutoforlife

@cemmy

@frog-candy-bee

@thefivecalls

@willowaudreykeyes

@pixelated-pineapple

@littleladynightshade

@whydoifeeltheneedtoorganizestuff

#cori writes #long post #potions and princes au #ts remus #ts virgil #ts sides #ts logan #ts roman #ts emile #prinxiety #romantic prinxiety #lomile #romantic lomile #tw scars #tw nightmares #tw crying #tw rumors

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mulletcal · 5 years ago

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May I request 9 and 11 from the baby prompt list with Luke please twin?!🥰🥰

omg hi twin always and forever for u

9. “One little shoe. Two little shoes. Already to go out.”

11. “I want another baby.”

send me dad!sos requests!

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Ever since your baby was born, Luke and you read to them constantly, and when they started to talk, you began to teach them all of the colours, letters, numbers, and also some sign language. Your baby’s favourite thing though was numbers, and your heart melted every time you needed to go somewhere because Luke immediately offered to help put on their shoes because he loved the way your baby would seem so excited after Dada helped.

“Alright my little love, are you ready to go outside? You know what we have to do now right?” Luke asked in a soft cooing voice as he tickled the babies belly, shrieks of little giggles echoing throughout the house.

“Soo!” Your baby confidently shouted, and you couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across your lips because they were definitely trying to say shoe.

“That is absolutely right, brilliant!” Luke made wide gestures, motioning to the door, “Let us go put our shoes on, hm?” He asked while holding out his hands for his little baby to crawl in to.

You watched as they went over to the shoe rack, Luke allowing them to pick out their shoes for the day (another favourite activity of theirs), they sat on the floor, Luke hilariously towering over the small baby. Setting out the shoes in front of them, you leaned against the door frame so you could listen in on the count that was about to begin.

“One little shoe… Two little shoes! Already to go out!” Luke cheered, covering their face with quick little kisses, the soft gurgles turning into full blown laughter from your baby.

On top of the many reasons Luke was a great dad, another amazing thing about him was that he never hesitated to celebrate the little things. Like the first time the baby was able to pet Petunia by themselves, or celebrating the fact that you all were about to go on your daily walk. It got you to thinking about how much you wanted to expand your family, how you wanted to see another baby settled against Luke’s large frame, or how you want to see Petunia’s reaction as she sees that now you don’t just have one small human, but two - maybe three?!

“I want another baby.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, but it didn’t make your words hold less truth to them.

Luke looked at you then, brows knitted together and his expression unreadable until he finally spoke, “What, like right now?”

“Yeah…” You mumbled, chewing on your lower lip as you looked away from him. Luke stood, making sure your baby was supported by playing with their toys before making his way over to you with a sly smirk on his face.

“Doll, contrary to popular belief the stork does not bring babies, so unfortunately that’s not gonna work…” Luke teased, the smirk only growing.

At that, you smacked his arm, a burst of laughter emitting from your lips, “I didn’t mean to Amazon Prime a baby, you dingus, I mean I would like to try and make another baby with you!”

“Oh, well in that case… What’s your schedule like, you got some free time tonight after 8?” He asked with a wink, sliding his arms around your waist.

Pretending as though you were thinking it over, you shrugged, “Dunno, sorry. Might be falling asleep in someone else’s bed tonight… They kinda have a lot of books that are so interesting I can hardly get through them all!”

The two of you were able to share a brief kiss, smiling against each others lips before you felt a tug on your leg, and you knew your attention was needed elsewhere - hopefully by more than these three much sooner rather than later.

tag list: @talkfastromance4 @calum-uncrowned @atlcalm @cals-wildflower @gosh-im-short

#luke hemmings blurb #dad!luke #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings fanfiction

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choices-and-voices · 4 years ago

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hi sorry if this has already been asked somewhere but im was wondering if you had any tips on how to get the best experience without having to pay ?

Hi there! Don’t worry, this question hasn’t been asked before, and I am honestly super flattered that you value my opinion enough to ask it ☺️ I’m not sure how helpful my tips will be because I don’t exactly consider myself an expert in this, but here are some things that came to mind! I’ve gone into quite a bit of detail, but if you want a quicker overview, just stick to the bold headings. Also, if any of the people reading this have good tips of their own, please lmk! I’m always learning new things about how to do this too 💕

1. This one’s a bit obvious, but still – take the opportunities that the game gives you to earn free diamonds. That means watching the bonus ads every day (5 diamonds/day), playing through chapters as often as you can (including replaying old books if there are no new releases – 2 diamonds/chapter), and watching ads at the end of book chapters for an extra diamond. Obviously, all this is a bit of a balancing act – you want to be playing Choices often enough to build up your diamonds, but not so often that it takes over your life and makes you feel frustrated, because what’s the point of it if it’s not fun anymore, y’know? So I’ve always been careful not to overdo it. Even if all you do is watch the bonus ads every day, that’s 35 diamonds/week – basically, one big diamond scene a week – which is honestly not too shabby.

2. At any one time, only play 1-2 books that you’re really invested in, and try to supplement that with another 2-3 books that you’re not really invested in or are replaying just for diamonds. As tempting as it can be to rush through every good-looking book in the app all at once, that just leads to a situation where a) you’re trying to divide your free keys between waaay too many releases, and b) there are so many demands on you for diamonds, you never get to consistently spend them on anything. So I personally think it’s best to only read a couple of good books at once, and instead of marathoning them, break them up with chapters from less-good books – this builds up your diamond stash for spending on the good books. Which leads into my next point:

3. Don’t zip through books too fast – even if most of the chapters are already released, spreading them out helps you earn more diamonds for them in the meantime. I’m really lucky to have been playing Choices for so long that almost all the books were presented to me in weekly release format – if I downloaded the app for the first time today, and saw all the fully-released books on there, I feel like I would be way too overwhelmed to play. So I reckon that, even if a book isn’t technically a weekly release for you, make it a weekly release! You might decide to play all the books you’re really invested in on a particular day when you have more free time – say, a Sunday. Then, you have Monday-Saturday every week to earn diamonds for those books, and something to look forward to at the end of it all. As for what you do with those diamonds:

4. Be smart about what you spend diamonds on. There are a couple of different components to this tip – it involves things like a) figuring out which types of purchases are worth diamonds in general, b) figuring out which types of purchases you want to prioritise in certain books, and c) planning ahead before you start playing a book chapter about where you might want to spend diamonds. To address each of those things one-by-one:

a) Figure out which types of purchases are worth diamonds in general. Off the top of my head, there are 6 main types of diamond purchases in Choices: ‘friendly’ scenes with LIs (12-25 diamonds), ‘steamy’ scenes with LIs (25-30 diamonds), scenes with your whole friendship group, collectible items (e.g. the tapestry pieces in Bloodbound, the clues in Veil of Secrets, etc.), outfits, and pets. Your mileage may vary a lot on which of these are most important to you, so take my opinions with a grain of salt. But my general advice would be to i) prioritise group scenes above LI scenes, ii) prioritise ‘friendly’ LI scenes above ‘steamy’ LI scenes, iii) avoid collectibles, and iv) go for outfits and pets only if you really like the look of them. This advice is based on the fact that, firstly, I think you get a better experience of immersion in a book if you know a bit about all the characters around MC, rather than just about one LI; secondly, ‘friendly’ LI scenes tend to tell you more about the LI than ‘steamy’ scenes, which are often 80-90% copied-and-pasted erotica despite being more expensive; thirdly, collectibles are a massive drain on diamond stores, and almost always unlock quite short, generic scenes that it’s easy to find on Tumblr or YouTube; and fourthly, both outfits and pets don’t do much except appear in the story at key moments, which can be a really nice touch but is still only needed in moderation. Of course, there are exceptions to these rules, and you might find that those exceptions are sometimes book-specific. Which leads me to Part B of this point:

b) Figure out which types of purchases you want to prioritise in certain books. It’s all well and good for me to say that group scenes are usually better than LI scenes, but when I’m playing a book with an amazing LI but a pretty meh supporting cast (*cough cough* Myra Dixon carries Baby Bump on her shoulders *cough cough*), I obviously may need to adjust my spending habits slightly. Moreover, by focusing all your diamond spending on just one main thing per book – like Myra’s romance in Baby Bump, or the party’s side-quests in Blades of Light and Shadow, or the posse in Queen B – I think you end up with a much better playing experience, because you feel like you’re seeing at least one facet of the story in-depth instead of getting a patchy surface view of lots of different facets. For the most part, the purchases you prioritise in a book can mostly depend on personal taste, but there are a few books where some background knowledge might be helpful in the decision. Four things that I think are worth flagging are that i) the ‘competition books’ (America’s Most Eligible, Queen B, Hot Couture) do require regular outfit purchases to win, although winning isn’t that much better an experience than being runner-up; ii) Veil of Secrets and Nightbound are two books where it’s worth saving 30-35 diamonds for the final chapter, because your MC is forced to leave the small-town setting if you don’t; iii) Across the Void is a book that frequently invites you to spend diamonds to save characters’ lives, but their death arcs are honestly much better-written and more sensible than their survival arcs; and iv) the It Lives series is the only one where characters can die due to an accumulation of choices you make throughout the story, so maybe it’s worth keeping some diamonds in reserve for that one. Which just leaves us with one more sub-point:

c) Plan ahead before you start playing a book chapter about where you might want to spend diamonds. I want to take this opportunity to thank whichever people in the fandom maintain the Choices wiki, because oh my gosh, they are lifesavers. For the last year or so, my response whenever a new Choices chapter is released has been to wait a few hours, Google ‘[book name] choices’, open the wiki result, and skim through to check how many diamond choices are available & how much they cost. Because all the wiki includes are the possible responses to every choice presented – it doesn’t even state the wording of the choice itself – this is a relatively spoiler-free technique that helps a lot with big picture planning. For example, you might decide not to buy an early group scene because there’s a nicer-sounding LI scene later on, and come to think of it, you should replay a few more chapters of another book first to save up the diamonds for that scene. If you don’t mind encountering just a few more spoilers before you play the chapter, you can also scout out its diamond scenes in more detail by searching the relevant book or character tags on Tumblr, or by looking for a chapter stream on YouTube. You may decide that you don’t need to buy a diamond scene if you’ve already seen it played through by someone else, or alternatively, you may decide whether or not to buy a diamond scene based on how good it looks in an existing playthrough – in either case, these techniques can help you thoughtfully ration out the diamonds you have, instead of being caught off-guard whenever a diamond choice comes up.

5. On the subject of the Choices wiki, it’s also a great way to maximise your success in books without using diamonds. Whenever there’s a ‘right’ option to a choice that gives you a better outcome later in the chapter, that’s indicated in the wiki. So with a bit of pre-reading of the wiki before you play the chapter, and/or with the wiki open on a separate screen as you play, you can get the best outcome without having to buy that outfit or bonus scene that promised you ‘an advantage.’ Obviously, your mileage may vary on whether this method is actually worth it, or whether it takes all the fun out of Choices by ‘cheating’ at the gaming aspect. I personally view Choices as more of an interactive story app than a game I’m trying to beat, so I have no issue with this method, but opinions may differ and that’s okay.

6. If you’re really feeling like a lack of diamonds is limiting your playing experience, it may be best to start out with ‘cheaper’ books until you have more diamonds stored up. In this case, I’m using ‘cheaper’ to mean books where there are fewer diamond scenes, where diamond scenes are less expensive, and/or where diamond scenes don’t play as big a role in the plot. It can be hard to identify which books fit this bill, but as a general rule, it’s more likely to be the earlier-released ones or less-popular ones. Some which I’d recommend are the first few books of the Freshman series, the #LoveHacks series, the High School Story series, the Perfect Match series, Most Wanted, The Heist: Monaco, Wishful Thinking, Bachelorette Party, and The Royal Masquerade.

7. Finally, a really quick tip for making the most out of free keys – keys are used up as soon as you start a book chapter, and refresh ~every 3 hours. This means that, even if you don’t have time to play chapters every 3 hours, you should try to open the app roughly that often and just click to unlock a chapter. When you finally have time to play, you’ll have a whole lot of chapters ready to go plus another two refreshed keys, and you can power through them at whatever speed you need to fit in them into your break time or to earn diamonds for an upcoming release. Once again, this is a tip that may need to be practised in moderation, because you don’t want to be constantly interrupting your life to load up an app on your phone. But even if you just log in and unlock chapters every 6 hours, or every 12 hours, that’s still 2-4 extra chapters ready for you at the end of the day plus your two free keys.

I think that’s about all for my tips! Thanks for reading, and I hope it helped at least a bit ❤️

#playchoices #choices: stories you play #asks #asked & answered #original post

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morningsound15 · 4 years ago

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You say it's hard to come into a new fandom because you're not a "moderately well known" writer there. You say people should leave more comments and kudos. And that's all true. But when was the last time you gave an unknown writer a chance, the last time you left a comment? In my experience the well known/popular writers rarely give anyone who's not well known the time of the day. Looking at your bookmark list, full of the same popular names when it comes to supercorp and clexa, I doubt you do.

this ask made me sad :(

that’s not rlly what i was saying about entering new fandoms I was more being annoying & complaining bc i was feeling whiny, it’s no ones fault except mine that im not deep in any other tumblr fandom communities I knew it wasn’t good analysis just wanted to b annoying for a moment

I’d encourage you to look through my bookmarks tag, bc while ya there are a lot of clexa & supercorp fics because those are my main fandoms for reading (they are also some of the largest f/f fandom fic communities on the internet, so there’s constantly new & amazing content there), but it is full of a bunch of other weird rarepairs and couples from lesser known shows & things that are not very well known

also if i get to the end of a fic & i like it i literally always comment! or at least I try to. i didn’t always used to do that but the more involved I’ve gotten in writing fic the more active I’ve been as a fic consumer. I don’t spend all my time reading fanfic, so it’s harder for me to find unknown gems, which is why I like to put out calls for other ppl to send me fic recs! Bc there are some fandoms I’m not deep in so I end up finding stuff people have already read. ive left comments on hundreds of fics and I follow tons of different writers on here to keep up with their work & posting schedules! idk for sure if this is true I guess, but I think I’ve commented on every fic that’s in that bookmark tag, & I usually add a little note in the bookmark too, & if I revisit a story I try to comment again. Even if it’s just a “still love this” I do that, so would love for the accusations & assumptions to cease lol

(also it isn’t like a bad thing to like work that other people also like — sometimes there’s a story that’s so good you have to bookmark it.)

My bookmark page is not representative of the amount of fic I read / kudos / comment on / enjoy! I don’t bookmark every fic I read & like, only WIPs I want to follow & things that really impacted me & blew me away, or things that gave me joy & I want to revisit some day. U cannot judge my fandom behavior on my bookmarks list alone (also those fics are all bangers so no h8 to those authors pls I literally love them). I try to have good fandom etiquette because that’s what I hope my readers would do too! idk if you’ve been following me for a while but I am pretty liberal about sharing fic recs & fanart on my own blog, like if I see creator work I like I always try to reshare. I don’t have very many followers but I don’t think that matters too much

sry obv I’m not perfect & don’t expect anyone else to b perfect so im sry if that’s how my words came across but it rlly is something fandom has lost since the boom of tumblr & fandom. idk sometimes I get comments or messages from ppl being like “I’ve read x y z stories of yours and I finally just had to comment” or “I’ve been reading fic for 5 years and have never commented before” and it’s like thank u! But also pls comment on other people’s stuff! Spread fandom love!

anyway sorry for the rant anon, I hope u have a nice day

#anonymous #asks

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dvp95 · 5 years ago

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quiet on widow’s peak (15)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 3.2k (this chapter), 49.6k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

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"So," Phil starts, and then pauses. He has no real idea how to say this.

His parents wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts and his mum mutes the telly. Having their undivided attention doesn't really help, it just makes Phil sweat a bit. He can't even bring himself to sit down, too wired with anxious energy as he is.

The video has only been live for a day, but it's already one of Phil's most popular. People are clamoring in the comments for more; demands for proof and simple curiosity about what could explain his experiences. He's already had a call from Martyn about the benefits of going back and doing an update, but PJ and Sophie have put their two cents in as 'absolutely not'. Chris offered a don't care and then asked for Phil's mum's lasagna recipe.

Phil wants to stay. It's not so much about the mystery, for him, but he's pretty sure his friends and maybe even his brother already know that. He's got his own reasons for not buying a train ticket the moment the video went live and asking his divisive audience what they wanted him to do. Yeah, he'd been sort of hoping for this outcome.

He's not sure if he wants to stay for himself, for the stagnation that being here allows him, or if he wants to stay for deep dimples and a nice laugh. Probably a bit of column A and a bit of column B, if he's honest with himself.

"I uploaded the video on this case," Phil tells his parents. "And there were a lot of, um, unanswered questions. Because of that whole thing with the footage."

"Phil," his dad says, exasperation in his voice already.

"And that means more money from one case," Phil presses on, "because I don't have many expenses here and the ad revenue was really good in comparison to my last five videos. Martyn really thinks I should look into this some more. I promise I won't be here for months or anything, I just - just give me another week. Please, I just need a week."

Money talk usually gets his parents to back down a bit, but they exchange a long look between them that convinces Phil it isn't going to work this time. His mind is already whirring quickly, trying to settle on arguments that it thinks might win him this battle. He considers telling them that this is more than just a video to him, that his whole future feels like it's resting on this one mystery, but he has a suspicion that they wouldn't be very impressed with that lack of foresight. He's ready to bring out specific numbers when their silent communication breaks and his mum gives him a small smile.

"Phil," she says, echoing his dad with a bit more warmth and a lot more pity. "You know we need to talk about this, dear, why don't you sit down?"

He shakes his head and shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets so they don't see the trembling. He's not scared, he's just anxious, and his brain and body are conspiring to make him feel like he's going to die if something unexpected happens.

Phil doesn't like change. He doesn't like seeing his childhood house like this, he doesn't like having his career up in the air, and he doesn't like the way his parents no longer trust him to do what's best for himself. The worst part is that he's not even sure they're wrong - Phil knows he isn't thinking logically right now, that Martyn is the one who even mentioned ad revenue while Phil was busy wondering how best to prove himself.

"I'm good," says Phil. He hopes that the nerves aren't as palpable as they feel to him.

"Okay, well," his mum says, briskly rearranging things on the coffee table like she has to be doing something with her hands while they talk about this. He's reminded a bit of Dan in the coffee shop, of Chris in the attic, and he wonders what it is about him that makes people need to split their focus like that. "Your dad and I have been talking."

"About how I need to grow up?" Phil offers, heart in his throat. It feels like he might laugh or cry at any moment. "Yeah. I've noticed."

"We're retiring, Phil," his dad says. That's not exactly news to Phil - he knows why they're selling the house, after all - but he bites his tongue and lets his dad speak. "We've understood the... unstable nature of your work for several years now, but we can't keep bailing you out whenever you have a bad month. You're a smart man and you've got a good degree, you should have something steadier under your belt."

"We love how creative you are," Phil's mum chimes in. It almost sounds like they've practiced this. Phil bites down harder. "And if you can channel that creativity in a way that isn't so dangerous, you'll have our full support."

Phil kind of wishes that he already had their full support, but he's already had this conversation with himself. The work isn't fun for him anymore, and the risk of getting arrested for trespassing isn't a low one. It's almost not worth it when he doesn't have that full-blown excitement about a case.

He doesn't need every haunt to have a nice ending wrapped up with a bow, but he does need to like the content he's producing. Otherwise there isn't any point to it.

Still. It sucks to hear.

Phil deflates a little bit. His automatic defensiveness that springs up whenever his parents start questioning his many bad decisions in life is fading to something that feels like bone-deep exhaustion. The anxiety is still there, thrumming under his skin, but there's nothing he can really do about that. The truth is that he's been feeling listless and defeated and trapped for a lot longer than he's been back in his parents' house. There's no real point in pretending otherwise.

"Give me a week," he repeats, quiet. "I want to finish this project either way, y'know? Just let me stay for the rest of this week and - and if it doesn't pan out, if I don't find anything new, then... then I'm done. I'll stop. I'll find something else."

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" his mum asks. The relief that pulls at her shoulders and her pursed lips is enough for Phil to be sure.

"Yeah," says Phil. He gives them a little shrug. "I'm comfortable with what I'm doing. I like making videos and exploring places with cool stories, and even talking to people has been getting better. But you're... you've got a point. I can't keep doing this forever. Not at the pace and quality I like to maintain. If this video goes well, it might help me break into a more diverse and less dangerous niche, which would make everyone happy, I think."

His dad nods at him. "Okay. You can stay until Sunday, because that's when we're going to the Isle. You can do whatever editing and post-production stuff you need to when you get back to Brighton. We'll expect a call when you know for sure what you're going to do, Phil."

Phil swallows, clenches his fists tighter in his pockets. "You'll be the first to know."

Nobody asks Phil to leave, but he can't stay in the aggressively neutral version of his parents' house and field their 'casual' questions about what sort of things he might want to do if YouTube doesn't work. He escapes to the city again, sending a message to Dan on the bus. Instead of asking if they want to hang out with him, he simply asks where he can meet them today. As if it's a given that they're going to be spending time together.

Maybe that's presumptuous of him, but Dan uses an exclamation mark when they reply, im at home!, so Phil thinks it's probably fine.

Dan meets him at the door this time, mid-ramble about the broken dishwasher in their flat as if social niceties are no longer expected of them. That suits Phil. He grins back at Dan and joins them in the small but tidy galley kitchen, letting Dan talk his ear off while they scrub at some discoloured Tupperware.

"Sorry," Dan interrupts themself, turning big and apologetic eyes on Phil like they've just registered that he's standing there. "I'm having a weird brain day. Bit all over the place, you know."

"That's fine," Phil says honestly. He smiles, because Dan doesn't look all that convinced by it. "No, really, I don't mind. I like listening to you talk."

The blush spreads across Dan's face too quickly for them to hide by turning away. They try, anyway, and Phil is left looking at their face in profile, turned down and rosy as it is. "Normally I at least break for breath. What's new with you?"

"Since two days ago?" Phil teases. Dan's dimple makes an appearance right before the smile splits their face, and Phil has to twist his own fingers together so he doesn't reach out and poke at it. He's still working through some stuff, still doesn't want to make any decisions about this without thinking it over carefully, but he's never been good at resisting temptation either. "Uh, not much. My parents are still on my case. I'm getting good feedback on the video, but you probably know that already."

"It was a good video," says Dan. They pause as they dry their big hands on an old tea towel. "I... appreciate you saying that stuff about me."

"I didn't say anything that wasn't true."

Dan meets his eyes again, almost stubbornly ignoring the colour in their own cheeks. "I can appreciate things that you think are true, dingus. Take the gratitude already."

Phil grins. "Never."

There are snacks after that and some video games that Phil loses spectacularly and some good ferret snuggles. As the afternoon turns to evening, Phil watches Dan rearrange some titles on the bookshelf as they chatter about one of their science-y classes, no longer self conscious about how much they're talking. He's sitting on Dan's soft, unmade bed with Pixel, who keeps rolling around in the sheets like she's trying to get comfortable.

Phil is already comfortable. It's hard for him to ignore that Dan's bedroom feels so much like a safe haven in the way that his old house no longer does.

At some point Dan gives up on whatever system they were trying to implement. They pick Tofu up off the floor and flop onto the bed with Phil, wiggling around in almost the exact same way Pixel had. Phil presses his lips together tightly so he doesn't laugh.

"I think that things can be improved," Dan is saying, and Phil tries to figure out if they're still talking about the environment or if Dan has picked up the loose thread from their earlier rant about Bethesda. Pixel and Tofu are both running around like Dan and Phil are just bony jungle gyms, and Dan barely even stutters when one of them steps on their nose. "Of course they can be improved, it's not something you just give up on when things get tough, but the problem is that the people in charge have to implement the changes that are necessary for improvement, and - ow, that's my ear, don't bite that - and, uh... where was I?"

"You were telling me about climate change," says Phil. "Or potentially Todd Howard's ambivalence towards a quote-unquote 'perfect game'. I honestly lost track."

For a moment, Dan is quiet. Phil's anxiety rears its head for the first time since he got here, but luckily he hasn't stuck his foot in his mouth this time - Dan starts laughing, more or less cackling, and they roll closer to Phil to bury their face in a pillow.

Phil grins and reaches out to tug at one of Dan's curls, fascinated by the way it just springs back into place. He's done this to PJ once or twice or six times, but he's usually had a couple drinks before he resorts to it. Dan comes out of hiding with tears of laughter welling up in their pretty brown eyes and their dimples in full force, grinning up at Phil like he's the funniest person in the world.

"Those are both really important issues," Dan says, trying their best to sound deadpan when they're so obviously gleeful.

They wiggle around again and Phil says, "You look exactly like Pixel when you do that."

He's pretty sure that Dan honks at that, but he's immediately distracted by a ferret trying to bite his eyebrow.

This is good. Phil likes this. He's trying to dig himself out of the mindset that he'd backed himself into when he first started noticing Dan, because PJ might have had a point. Okay, so PJ definitely had a point, and Phil has been a bit of an idiot.

He won't know for sure how Dan feels about him being gay and uncompromising about that fact unless he asks, and he doesn't think he's ready to do that just yet. But there's a rainbow flag on Dan's wall and they don't consider themselves not not a guy, so... Phil thinks that maybe he's been assigning a strictness to Dan's own relationship to gender and sexuality that isn't actually there.

Dan is talking again, to their ferrets this time, and Phil is almost overwhelmed by the force of affection that washes over him now that he isn't trying so hard to hold it back. Dan's leg is pressed against his own and they're holding Pixel up like they're playing airplane with her and Phil likes them so goddamn much.

"Did you want to," Phil starts, interrupting Dan's musing about what goes on in a ferret's tiny brain. Dan looks up at him with such genuine happiness on their face that Phil's words stick in his throat. He should be asking if Dan wants to go out for dinner again or if they've seen whatever blockbuster action film is playing in cinemas this week, but that's not what comes out of his mouth. When Dan raises their eyebrows quizzically, what Phil ends up asking is, "Uh, come spend the night in the haunted house with me?"

Great. Real romantic.

Dan doesn't make a secret about how much they hate this plan. They say it over and over, but they don't take any of the outs that Phil offers them.

"I hate this plan," Dan says as they make a bunch of sandwiches. It seems like way too much for just the two of them, but Phil isn't about to say no to having a near endless supply of peanut butter and bread when they're stuck in a dusty attic again. "This is stupid. You should have just left it at the first video, Phil, that was fine."

"You don't have to come with me," Phil reminds them for the umpteenth time.

Dan glares. "No, I'm coming."

"You're a very complicated person," says Phil.

With a heavy sort of sigh, like they've been dealing with Phil for years instead of a week, Dan finally sets the peanut butter down. "Look," they say, pointing the dull knife at Phil for emphasis. "I can hate this plan and still want to make sure you don't get fucking arrested or possessed or trip down the stairs or something. PJ knows where I live."

"I think he'd be in the camp of me deserving it if I died in the Wilkins place," Phil says, his lips tugging into a grin. "But thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," Dan mutters. "Will you at least tell me why we're going back? I know you're fucking stubborn and all, but I didn't figure you for someone who beats dead horses."

"Oh, that's a terrible idiom," Phil says, mostly to himself. He reaches out to squeeze Dan's shoulder when he sees them get all huffy at the apparent avoidance. The tension leaving Dan's body under his palm is frustrating to feel, because there's nothing Phil wants more than to lean into it. The problem, of course, is that he really does need to talk to Dan before he starts trying to hug them in their own kitchen. Phil lets his hand drop awkwardly between them and shrugs. "Well, uh. This is the first time in a long time I've actually been excited about a project. And that makes me think that maybe I've worn out my welcome here. Not... not here like Manchester here, but here like... my job, here."

Dan leans their hip against the counter and looks at Phil with their brow all furrowed. "This is an ultimatum," they say. "Like, to yourself."

"Yeah," says Phil. "I need to solve this - or at least find something else that I can show to people. Because if I don't, then I need to actually look at myself and admit I'm not doing something I like anymore."

"It sounds like you're already looking at yourself," Dan says quietly.

"I guess."

"No, you are," Dan insists, their voice stronger now that they can assert an opinion. "Trust me, I'm a pro at unproductive self-reflection and existentialism. Who am I, what does it all matter, I know the song and dance. And I don't think that getting more footage is going to erase what you're already thinking, Phil. Tell me if I'm out of line, whatever, but if you want to do something else with your life then just do something else with your life."

The automatic defensiveness threatens to make Phil snap back at Dan that this isn't any of their business, but he's had a lot of practice in keeping his negative thoughts to himself. He gives Dan a little humourless smile and shrugs his shoulders.

"You're twenty-one," Phil says. "And a student. I don't really expect you to get it."

Dan puts their hands on their hips like they're settling in for a proper row, but instead they just say, "I know. I don't know what you're going through, sure, I doubt anyone knows what anyone else is going through at any time. And, yeah, I've got another year before I have to worry about my career. But I've made some fucking tough decisions in my life, mate. I dropped out of my law course after two lectures. I don't talk to my family anymore. I've tried on so many different names and labels that it would make your head spin. You don't like your job anymore, and one video isn't going to change that."

"Yeah, probably not." Phil looks down at their little collection of sandwiches, feeling lost and stubborn and a bit scared about how much Dan sees him. "But I have to try, y'know? I can't just give up. I have to try."

There's a long moment of silence. Then, Dan sighs.

"Okay. Put these in a container, we don't use unnecessary plastic in this flat. Just whatever they fit in. I'll make some coffee for the road and find our Scrabble board."

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Party Favor - Theseus Scamander x Reader

A/N I’ll do you one better! I’ll write you a completely messy one-shot. I haven’t done one in a good 3 years so have fun reading this. You know that meme where the guy brings a plate a food for judges and goes “started making it, had a mental breakdown, Bon appetite” that’s basically the product of this. This is a messy fic made by a messy girl. I hope I projected all my unstableness into this story. Also, I know I’m completely inconsistent with my updating hours but LISTEN- IM TRYING. please request stories ily

Requested by: @arrantsnowdrop

Word count: 4309

Warning: probably bad writing, bad language, risqué?

Summary: It’s the end of the your 7th year at Hogwarts and Gryffindor is throwing a massive party to celebrate their accomplishments and their last days in Hogwarts. Your date cheated on you so you have trouble having fun until a certain hottie takes your mind off of it (((;;;;

You walk down the corridor on your way to the Gryffindor common room since there was a huge victory in quidditch for them and end of the year party being thrown. Usually no one from other houses are allowed to enter other’s common rooms, but everyone from 7th year is celebrating because it’s their last year in Hogwarts. It’s the one day of the year that everyone puts their differences aside to celebrate their last days at the school before everyone goes off to their respective jobs.

When you get to the fat lady portrait you share the password that opens the entrance to the room. Inside the common room is decorated warmly with colors of the Gryffindor house (because even though they invited everyone they’re still selfish and care only for their victory), but somehow it still felt welcoming. Loud music resonated through the open space although you couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It sounded like it came from everywhere and you wondered if the room was charmed because you felt elated and like you could dance forever. The room was already crowded even though you only saw a few people from the other houses and the rest were all the Gryffindor’s from 7th year, and probably some younger people that were invited by friends.

“Hey, (y/n)!” You hear your friend yell from just ahead of you. She has two goblets in her hand and she passes one to you. You hold it up to your face and take a sniff. It smells sweet, but you could tell it wasn’t butterbeer.

“What’s in here?” You ask her but she just smiles at you and tells you to drink up. Despite your inclination to be good, you shrug and take a sip. You wince through the strong bitterness and take a bigger gulp after.

“Where’s your date?” She asks then with a playful smirk playing at her lips. You purse your lips and look down at the floor, unsure of how to answer that question. You felt ashamed without a date by your side considering your friend was the type to get any guy she wanted on her arms for any party or dance. It made your stomach churn, you envied the popularity your friend held.

“Did something happen?” She follows up, noticing your sudden withdraw from her question. You sigh and take another big gulp of your drink and give a curt shrug.

“Doesn’t matter now, does it? If he wants to…” You clear your throat, “ be with other people, who cares? So, can I.” You watch your friend’s expression change from bitterness to a wide smile as she playfully punches your arm.

“That’s right, girlfriend. You’ll find another dick to tug with those charming looks of yours!” She laughs and you wince at her crude joke, but feel a weight lifted off your chest. “You can tag along with me and Lawrence, we’re always interested in company.” She winks and sips her drink in after her attempt to make a lewd joke. Your cheeks dusted with pink as you punched her arms and laughed nervously.

You follow your friend through the party and dance carelessly through out the room. Your friend opens up a whole door of social interactions and you laugh around groups of people, dancing, drinking, talking, wash and repeat. Without your ex, you felt as if this party would be a drag, but you found that you were quite enjoying yourself. It was a good celebration for the end of the year. After what felt like a few hours passed you realized you haven’t seen your friend in a while and you look around. To your surprise, your friend and Lawrence are talking to your ex who had his arm tightly wound around another beautiful broad just a few feet in front of you.

It was as if someone punched you in the gut and all the air was squeezed out of you. You promised yourself that you didn’t care what he did anymore, but seeing him there with someone else so soon felt like the room was melting away and the darkness of despair were revealing it’s walls. You felt a twinge of betrayal in your stomach watching your friend enjoy his presence, and you would never know if it was fabricated enjoyment or if she genuinely still tolerated being around him.

With sudden lack of enthusiasm for dancing, you pushed yourself past people to get away from the sight that sucked all your joy away. There weren’t many places in the room that had space, but you found an empty seat by the punch bowl and drowned out the noise in the room. You filled yourself another cup of whatever was being served and downed it to forget your loneliness.

“Hey, you alright?” A voice startles you and you turn to find Theseus Scamander standing in front of you with a cup in his hand. You laugh at yourself for being startled so easily and nod. You and Theseus have been good acquaintances in most of your classes over the years. He’s a Hufflepuff prefect that has helped you get through your classes, and although your friendliness never exceeded the classroom, you still thought quite highly for the boy. “You seem a little lonely.”

You look at the contents of your cup and nod sheepishly with a small smile. “Yeah, whatever,” you shrug, “my friends just ditched me to hang with my ex boyfriend.” He hisses through his teeth in sympathy and shakes his head.

“Ex?” He questions with the interested raise of his brow that he usually gives to show he’s listening.

“Cheated on me.” You said simply, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I’m sorry,” He says to you and leans against the chair you’re sat at and looks off into the crowd as if looking for them despite not knowing who they are. “Your friends don’t sound very good.”

“It’s alright, they’re not all bad.” You look up at him and he returns your stare with a cute smirk. A warm feeling grew in your abdomen and you quickly looked away. You hadn’t noticed over the years how much height he gained or how his shoulders broadened or the way his jawline was sculpted so sharp you could cut your finger on it… You hadn’t noticed how cute he grew up to be, but then again, you didn’t really notice Hufflepuffs. For some reason you liked the obnoxious bad boys. The more street cred they had, the more inclined you were to notice them. How could you not notice him when you had him in almost all your classes over the years?

“Do you want to dance?” He asked suddenly, and you looked up at him to see his face was scrunched up as if he had been working up the courage to ask. You smile but shrug unenthusiastically.

“I don’t know… I’m kind of sick of dancing.” You reply, but Theseus stands up straight and holds out his hand for you to take.

“Come on, some of your friends want to see you have fun.” You can’t help but smile as you take his hand and he pulls you up, taking your other hand as well. You try to suppress laughter as he pulls you through the crowd of people until he found the perfect spot for the two of you and pulled you close enough to rest his hands respectively on your hips. You placed your hands on his shoulder and you two sway together.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile.” He said softly, his voice making goosebumps rise over your neck and arms from the unexpected affection that lingered there.

“Yeah, I know. Sucks we don’t really share any classes anymore.” You reply.

“We share potions, you just don’t talk to me.” He says, pulling away a bit to look at you. Your face contorts into a scowl as you analyze his accusations against you. You felt a bit attacked for not noticing him in your class and socializing with the other students in there. As if you couldn’t have other friends.

“Are you really doing this right now? Trying to make me feel guilty or something?” You yell, detaching yourself from him.

“No, I’m-” He starts to say but you cut him off

“Have you considered that maybe some people just drift apart? Maybe I didn’t want to talk to you anymore.” He looks at you surprised and his eyes cast down in hurt as his arms slowly fall back down to his side. Your teeth pulls at the skin of your bottom lip and you feel guilty, but you play it off with a scoff and turn away.

“Hey, please don’t go.” He lurches forward, but doesn’t take any action to keep you there. You pause in your steps only because you’re lonely and you don’t want to feel bad for the rest of the party.

“Why should I stay? Give me one reason to stay.” You turn back to look at him and narrow your eyes accusingly at him. Theseus’s mouth gapes a few times as if he’s a fish out of water while trying to gather his thoughts. You feel your heart hurt, desperate for some kind of validation, but he seems to reluctant to give you any so you decide it’s not worth it to stay. As you turn around you hear Theseus’s voice in a panic.

“Because I’ve been waiting for this.” You turn back around a second time with a puzzled look etched on your face.

“What?”

“Waiting for...you… for the opportunity to ask you to this party.” Theseus’s cheeks turn a soft red and he can’t seem to meet your eyes. Your studied him now, shy and casted away from you. Your heart beat faster and the warmth in your stomach grew, feeling both embarrassment and endearment for him. Warmth spreads to your face as you consider his confession, and you’re flattered someone like him would even wants to come to a party with you.

“Why didn’t you?” You stepped closer to him, close enough that if you wanted to touch him, you could, but you still refused to do so.

“Because… you were going with someone else… and I’m not really your type.” You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

“How are you not really my type?” I step even closer now, and Theseus looks as if he wants to turn away, suddenly wishing you had just walked away so he wouldn’t feel so confronted. But a smile emerged from his shyness, almost as if he knew the outcome of this conversation. You don’t believe he actually thinks he’s not your type considering he’s very clearly handsome and relatively liked.

“What I meant was, you don’t usually go for…” He coughs and his cheeks become redder, you grab his wrist gently to coax him into telling you.

“Go for what?” You asked, but your voice was smaller this time, giving into him slowly. He looks you in the eyes and the boldness of the action stuns you, you wanted to look away.

“Smart guys.” You can’t help it, you burst into laughter, and you cover your mouth to hide the gigantic smile that forces itself to be shown. Theseus stammers in front of you, “Or-or, like, shy guys… not popular guys.” He looks down in embarrassment. Once you regain your composure you look at him.

“Popular guys can be smart.” You argue.

“Not the ones you date.” You laugh again and cover my mouth until you finally shut up. Then you nod in agreement. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right. You hardly noticed him until now and you realized most of the guys you’ve dated have done some of the stupidest things you could think of. They were bolder or meaner, and it was easier to notice them. But here was the handsome boy in your classes that help you with your work and made you laugh when you didn’t want to do work. The boy that was definitely one of the smartest and toughest in your class, but too gentle to provoke anyone.

“But you’re here with me.” You say and Theseus looks down again with a small smile and red cheeks. You step closer again and slide your hands up his arm and onto his shoulders. He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t reciprocate the gesture.

“But we’re not dating.” Your hand travels from his shoulder to his cheek, caressing him gently with your thumb, and you lift yourself to your tippy toes.

“Shut up and kiss me, stupid.” You say ever-so softly and affectionately. Theseus gives in and leans into you until his lips touches yours. At first the kiss is soft, hesitant, but as you curl your fingers into his hair, it becomes more passionate. His hands grabs your hips and slides over to the small of your back where he pulls you forward. The kiss burns you, makes you feel hot all over, and it’s a good thing he’s holding you because it feels like your legs might give out.

You gently bite his lower lip and his lips part, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. Your entire body feels so hot and the warmth in your tummy grows. You detach your lips from his and start trailing kisses down his chin and onto his neck. Some places you nibble and graze your teeth over and he visibly shudders under your embrace. You become bolder and suck on his neck, your hand travelling under his dress shirt and he suddenly catches your wrist. You’re so taken aback that you stop and look up at him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t…” His voice quivers and his cheeks are flushed.

“You’re right, we should find somewhere more private.” You reason and start looking around for an exit, but he brings your attention back to him by pulling at the wrist he’s holding.

“No, I mean, we shouldn’t. Like, at all.” The comment makes your heart drop and shame builds up in your stomach where there was once fire and heat. You take your hand from his grip, and as much as you’re afraid to, you look up at him.

“What are you saying?” You ask despite already knowing the answer. Rejection. That’s what this is. Even though he initiated it. He said he wanted you, and now out of nowhere he doesn’t?

“You’re drunk, (y/n), and I’d like to… you know… wait.” He reaches for your hands again but you pull them away from him and drop them to your sides. You can’t explain how you feel, although dirty would be a good synonym for that. “For when I’m not some rebound.” Theseus then adds and you want to defend yourself but you know you can’t. Because right then the mentioning of your ex brought back all the feeling of heartbreak and grief came back crashing down, and remembering the kiss made you feel powerful… almost spiteful.

“Um, yeah.” You reply with uncertainty. You pat his shoulder now completely unsure of your feelings for the man, but you ignore that. “I’m… gonna go to bed.” You decide aloud, and Theseus tries to give you a smile but it comes off more as a grimace.

“Im sorry, (y/n). I’m really not trying to hurt you.” His sympathetic response for some reason provokes irritation and anger from you, but you try to shake it off. How could he possibly think he could hurt me. But the thought makes your heart ache.

“Um, no, you’re right.” You admit with a curt nod. You look over his shoulder trying to find your ex in the crowd. “Right now is an immensely inappropriate time to… do that.” He doesn’t respond, just nods understandingly. You announce you’re heading to bed, and you look into his eyes one last time, searching for something, but you decide you won’t be able to find it now.

It’s been a few days since the party, and you’ve thought of nothing but what you did with Theseus. Disgust, shame, and embarrassment courses through your veins unable to believe you could just take advantage of a friend like that. Especially one that admitted to having romantic interests in you. Then you remember his rejection, and a new kind of ache pierces your heart, and the embarrassment haunts your every waking move. You’ve thought about apologizing, oh man, have you thought about it, but truth be told you’re a bit of a pussy.

Now it was the morning of your departure from Hogwarts and you’re forever leaving Theseus to feel like a used ragdoll. You sit at your table with your friends, but you ignore them all as your eyes spot the boy you keep thinking about at his table. He’s laughing and enjoying his last morning, and doesn’t seem bothered at all by what happened the other day. That fact alone almost pissed you off.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Your friend snaps you out of your thoughts and you try to smile and shake your head.

“Oh, nothing. Just tired is all.” You say and your friend is skeptical but doesn’t push farther. You’re thankful for that.

When breakfast is over you’re the first one out of the Great Hall and onto the Hogwarts Express train. You find your car in the way, way back where you can properly sulk about your terrible decisions. How you’re so incapable of confronting him and just apologizing is unbelievable to you. God, how can you be this obnoxious. The fact you couldn’t stop thinking about it was driving you crazy and you wanted to tear all your hair out. The thought of what he thinks of you now is almost panic inducing.

Suddenly your car door swung open, and stood there was your best friend with her arms crossed over her chest and her boyfriend standing behind her. “Okay, what’s your problem, (y/n)?” You thought long and hard about how you would respond to this. You very much wanted to deflect, but your chest was compressed from all your guilt and panic about the boy you almost hooked up with. “You’ve been acting weird all week. Like, I know what happened with-”

“I’m a terrible person.” You cut off with a groan, immediately shielding your face.

“What?” She responds, looking at you quizzically, her eyebrows knit together accusingly.

“I’m a terrible-”

“I heard what you said. I’m confused about why you said it.” From the tone of her voice, you can only imagine the kind of look she’s giving you right now. You can feel her scrutinizing look burn holes right through you like lasers. The panic you’ve repressed for so long is now forcing its way through as you try to convince yourself to tell her.

“Oh, Merlin… I… took advantage of someone…” You say slowly and cringe at how ridiculous you sound.

“You had sex with someone.” The words make your face turn red and you kick at her.

“No.. I tried too… or I wanted too, but they didn’t want to and we still haven’t talked and they probably hate me forever!” You look out the train window to avoid looking at your friend. You hear a sigh and then feel someone sit next to you, but she doesn’t make any advances to touch you.

“That doesn’t sound that bad. Who was it?” She asks, and now her voice sounds much calmer to placate your apprehensive demeanor. You lean into the safety of her warmth, feeding into her gentleness.

“It’s embarrassing…” You say but she shakes her head and assures you it’s alright. You mumble his name into her shoulder and you could almost feel the eyeroll in her voice.

“Oh geez, you really are the most, aren’t you?” She says and you look up at her in a pout. “I’ll be right back.” She stands up and you grab her arm.

“You aren’t going to say anything to him, are you?” You ask and she pulls her arm out of your grasp.

“Calm down,” She says to you and then signals for her boyfriend to follow her and she leaves. You sit in your car and try to control your panic. Why do you have to be so melodramatic all the time?

After a few minutes you hear a knock at the door, and you’re hesitant to get up to see who it is. Of course, you find it’s Theseus Scamander at the door, looking probably as nervous as you felt. You let him in and quickly sit back down by the window so you could look out of it. Theseus sat down opposite of you and cleared his throat.

“I’m not mad at you, you know.” He says and he tries to look at you, but you’re gaze is grudgingly stuck to the window. “You were drunk, and it’s no surprise that you felt hurt or upset…” You listen to him rant and it felt like you were holding your breath. You couldn’t tell what you were waiting for, but this was excruciating. “Anyways, I’m trying to say I understand where you’re coming from and that you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to hurt me.” You glance at him for the first time since you let him in, and to your surprise his eyes were firmly casted on his lap. His words lifted a heavy burden off your shoulders, but something still ached… that wasn’t right.

“Yeah, I know… I just, don’t think that’s it.” You say looking away again and playing with your hair nervously. He looks up at you curiously, always curiously.

“What do you mean you don’t think that’s it?”

“I mean, that’s not why I’m upset.” For the first time since the party you look each other in the eyes. His dark eyes held golden rays in them and they reminded you of a warm cup of coffee, filled you with energy and anxiety, but also comfort.

“Then why are you upset?” He asks, and naturally leans forward. He looks like he wants to reach out and touch you, to reassure you, but he doesn’t. He just stays bent forward in anticipation, ready to comfort you when needed, but you don’t know what to say. Suddenly nervousness shuts you down and that burning heat that filled your stomach at the party was back once again. Your face becomes hot and you cover it again before he could notice. You feel a warm hand on your arm and it causes the burning in your stomach to worsen and you just don’t know how to say it.

“Hey, it’s alright. What’s wrong?” He asks again, so soft and caring. Your whole body feels warmer and you can tell he’s gotten closer. You tense so much to hold your hiding position because if you moved you would pull him closer till his lips were back on yours. Even the thought of him kissing you again and caressing you made you breathless, and you weren’t even intoxicated. Before you could process what you were feeling the words tumbled out of your mouth in a quite, mumbled mess.

“What?” He asks confused and you feel your body grow even tenser. You can feel his curiosity become more intense. You mumble it again, quieter and faster than before. The conflicting feelings of wanting to let it out and never wanting him to know hinders you from making a decision.

“(Y/N), I can’t understand you.” In a moment of heated frustration at your breaking point you threw your hands down to your lap and yelled.

“I think I like you!” It slipped out of your mouth before you could have anticipated how close he was, bent over and barely on his seat, his hand comfortably resting on your arm. You saw his facial expression turn from concerned to completely surprised. You both just stared at each other, shocked. You thought, well I already dug my grave I guess it’s time to lay in it. You took a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, I wanted to kiss you then,” you look down and fidget with your fingers. “Not just… to forget someone, but I actually… wanted to.” You look into his eyes again suddenly feeling relief settle around you. Just getting it out filled you with peace, and somehow you no longer were scared of embarrassment. Mostly because there was no malice or disgust in his eyes. He looks shocked, pleasantly surprised, even.

“I want to kiss you now.” You barely finished your sentence before Theseus reached out to cup your cheek and kissed you. Instead of the heated kiss from the party, this one was gentle and passionate. You leaned into it, lacing your fingers in his hair by the back of his head and pulled him forward. He pulled away slowly, letting the kiss linger, and looked into your eyes.

“Like that?” He asks, and you just smile cutely and nod. Theseus gets up from his seat and settles down next to you. He’s about to say something again, but you cut him off with another kiss. You sit up straighter in your seat and find yourself almost straddling him to get closer. He pulls apart again and tries not to laugh. “Hey, hey, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.” He then pulls you down to lay on his chest for the rest of the train ride.

“Do you wanna go with me sometime?” You ask him, your head resting comfortably on his chest and your eyes closed.

“Go where?” Theseus asks, rubbing your back softly.

“Just, like, out. On dates and stuff.” You felt the vibration of his chuckle and it made you smile.

“Well, of course.”

The end.

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