#thank you so much for the ask! ❤️ I'm glad you like (...hate?) the drawing!

[shuploc]

You dont have the right to make Miguel so fucking HOT every time 😷💦

Girl how can I get over him if every single time I see your art I became more and more delulu

Haha, sorry about that! 😅

I think the attractiveness kinda comes natural when it's Miguel we're talking about, I really just need to draw him accurately. And since I tend to lean mostly towards realism with my art, adding all the extra details to him means there's a lot more room for some additional attractiveness to happen, y'know lmao

But honestly, I just think it's fun to see if I can even draw him like that, or just in general, and I of course also know you guys like these kinds of pieces 🤭 I do apologize for keeping the obsession going though, that's all on me!

[neo-kid-funk]

can i just say I love your versatility when it comes to ships ❤️

percabeth? "yeah cool here's a drawing of them" percico? "i love it here's a drawing of percico"

etc etc

you are truly amazing for that, keep rocking.

also your art style is the cutest ever and i fawn over the drawings even if it's a ship I don't ship.

Okay I've actually been really excited to answer this ask,, I'm glad you noticed that;; I try to be really open minded when it comes to ships and stuff,, and I just think that ship wars are really outdated and just like super negative in general,, and I want people enjoy the Fandom however they want! I'm totally cool w people not shipping what I ship as long as we're all cool about it,, like sending people hate and rude comments over ships is so yuck to me,, so far I've only gotten a few hate comments but I'm pretty unbothered by it,, my hope is that people will just be nice to each other even if they disagree on a ship..I'm just trying to treat it like everyone can be chill no matter what they ship,, we all like the same series just in different ways,, your ask is a good example of like positive interaction, like "we dont ship the same stuff but I like your art" like thats what I mean about being chill,, anyway I'm rambling but thank you so much for the ask, and thanks for being so kind and positive! You're awesome sauce!! 💖💖

Some Annabeth for you! 🦉

[yuseirra]

I really love your kamiai comics. The warm stories about their communication and interaction completely make up for my regret of not being able to see how they get along in the original work. btw, your analysis is also very good. I like it very much.Can't wait for your next update!❤️

(A small something before I start typing)

Thank you so, so much dear anon!! This really lifts my spirits up so much, you're very kind to expend your time to send me positivity. I appreciate it because I'm the shy type. I know how hard it can be to muster up the courage to talk to someone sometimes. So when I receive messages like this, I get really happy... it'd be nice if the people who were able to send me some kindness felt it was paid back :) I may not be able to reply fast but I try to get back so please be patient with me 'v')9!

HHngh thanks! I'm rereading your ask every word and savoring it! These two don't get that much screen time but what's been shown is really significant, they did have their moments! I'm so glad you feel the way you do after reading my comics and interpretations of them, that's the best reaction I could ever want from someone!! There are still things that are left ambiguous and are yet to be unfolded(I hope it does get explained more) so I'm worried as I draw them out sometimes... but reading this makes me feel empowered!! I feel like I've been doing pretty well, that's what your comment does for me. I'll do my best to think up something good to share with you, thanks for sharing your feelings with me!

Speaking of which, I have another analysis!! I'd like to share it with you here, I'd been writing it up earlier and it's not entirely unrelated to the hikaai situation:

I think it might have been Nino who's sent Ryosuke to Ai. Based on the behavioral patterns, Nino is the type who'd impulsively do something extreme in a fit of anger and later regret it. Even Nino might not have anticipated things would unfold this way, however. The phrase, "I only meant to scare them, I never thought they'd actually die," seems more like how Nino would feel about the situation, rather than Kamiki to be honest? That's a very absurd thing to say, but considering Nino's relationship with Ai, Nino might have been in a blinded, irrational state because she almost worships Ai. So, it's possible that she genuinely didn't think it would turn out this way somehow... she's a teenage girl with a lot of mood swings.

There’s a common scenario in horror movies where a second-place person, driven by jealousy, does something reckless, thinking, "If only the top person were gone, I could..." but not truly realizing the consequences. (It happens a lot as an east-asian trope) Jealousy has the power to paralyze rational thinking. Nino not only hated Ai, but she likely had a twisted affection for her as well. When Ai disappeared, she probably fell apart.

It's hard to imagine Kamiki acting this way, right? He wouldn’t have been unaware of the danger of sending someone like Ryosuke to his girlfriend. If this character did something like that, it would have to be out of serious malice or murderous intent, but Kamiki doesn't seem like the type to harbor such cruel emotions toward Ai. (Or just anyone at all, actually; we never really see him lashing out towards people. Even when he brings Ryosuke, or Airi up... he.. actually talks in a pretty soft sense despite they're absolutely horrible individuals. Even adds a -san and -kun to their names; I was surprised.) In Nino's case, on the other hand, it might have been something done without much thought, as her actions suggest she has that kind of streak. She’s the type who can say, "I wish you'd just die!" to someone but then cry if it actually happens. Her emotions fluctuate a lot.

We also have to note that Hikaru is just as good of a liar as Ai is. He's really used to lying, and that's what's brought him and Ai to relate to each other, bring them together and a crucial characteristic that's had Ai deem "he's the same as her". When he says he's the one who sent Ryosuke as he mentions "he wanted Ai to feel the same despair he's felt", we don't see his face and we only see him from the back. This is similar to the panel where Ai says "I can't love you", which was a well-meant but a really hurtful lie. Hikaru believed Ai and Aqua wants revenge on him. I think he may have tried to save Aqua of feeling even a slight sense of pity towards him as a person, making sure he really isn't worth feeling that way about. In fact, we don't see his expressions at all in that entire sequence, and what he says feels so off and ridiculous for a person with common sense to say. I feel like a lot of it could be a lie. AND I feel like he was putting on a facade for most of the scenes he's been in before the final arc- before he came to meet the twins. He's probably always been pretending to be okay with a smile on his face but he probably was pretty despairing and dead inside (his eyes turn black when he's in despair, you know)

At least so far in the story, Kamiki has never shown much interest in Ai's idol activities in the scenes he's been in. Instead, it was Ai who learned something from Kamiki. The fact that Ai is an idol, a star who attracts attention, was never portrayed as particularly important to Kamiki during their relationship. Ryosuke is a big fan of Ai as an idol, but there’s no clear reason why Kamiki would connect with someone related to Ai in that way. To Kamiki, Ai was like a light—a single, unique person he deeply depended on and loved, as if he could live with just her by his side, yeah, but it's a little different from viewing her as a idol. He probably depended on her a lot, but it seems he loved her not because she was an idol or someone shiny and valuable, but because she was someone who could understand and care for him. He doesn’t have the mentality of "I can't forgive an imperfect Ai." That kind of anger, resentment, or desire to make Ai suffer seems more likely to come from Nino. Kamiki even seems to think it’s natural that Ai wouldn’t like him back. He’s too accustomed to that feeling.

Kamiki’s actions suggest a certain helplessness. He seems to accept everything without resistance, always at a loss for words. This has been consistent from the moment he was introduced. When he asked Ai, "You love me, right? You won’t leave me, right?" and her response was something like, "I don’t know," he ended up going outside and crying in the rain. When he was gaslit by Airi in an absurd way, he despaired and stood there, frozen in panic. Even when Ai said something harsh and broke up with him, he couldn’t say anything back. Even 15 years later, he watches a video and is rendered speechless, reaches out to Ai, and curls up. This sort of behavior is so consistent that I realize this character doesn’t have any self-defense. He just accepts everything as his fault and internalizes it. It’s like he’s been so used to terrible things happening to him from a very young age that he doesn’t even think "I hate this" but rather, "People like it when I do this, so this must be right." With that kind of mentality, he gets pushed around. He seems to accept every negative judgment about himself and engages in self-destructive behavior.

The likelihood of this character doing something aggressive like sending Ryosuke to Ai is, in my opinion, less than 2%. Suddenly lashing out four whole years after the breakup? He probably went to cry after he got the phone call. Didn't he just reach his drinking age? Maybe he went to drink for the first time because he was so distressed after receiving the call… and somehow, in that state, he met Ryosuke and accidentally let the address slip, which led to Ai’s death, and now he feels like he has to save her with all he's got. Ai's the one who saved him, and it's kind of natural for him to feel like "Now I should save her in return, I don't care what happens to me!" That would make sense, right? The lyrics, the character’s personality—it all fits if you take it this way. And his personality doesn’t seem to have changed all so much actually. While reading the manga, I thought, "What’s with his way of speaking? He has such low self-esteem." Now, reading it again, it feels like he’s deeply immersed in self-blame.

The song Fatal starts with the lyrics being:

Waking up from another dream, I open my wet eyelids I curse my helplessness from those far days which dreadfully remain Will this despair that burns my body feed me someday? I keep burning myself from it as I crave adoration

This is totally how Kamiki would feel after he learns about Ai's death, if that's not what he's ever expected to happen. He'd be in utter despair and feel so helpless about not having been able to do anything as the only love of his life die like that. That's why he's so desperate in the entire song,

Without you, I cannot live anymore I would sacrifice anything for you I can’t get enough of your love What should I use to fill in what’s missing?

These sets of lyric's too intense for it to be Aqua's, but it fits his dad's mentality perfectly. Kamiki's life's been so miserable.

Ai is an exceptionally well-crafted character. When you consider the details, like the story of her trauma from the glass shards in her white rice (which broke my heart when I read it), you can see how much thought the author put into crafting her psychology.

Why write a story where she asks a favor to her own dear children to help out the person who's the very cause of her death? How could that character be portrayed as if they truly, desperately loved Ai? Isn’t that incredibly cruel to Ai, the victim? If it were me, I wouldn’t write the story that way. I don't think the writer would have either. I really feel that Hikaru isn’t the type of character who would do something like that. And since Ai’s affection for that character aligns with that sort of interpretation, with it being really consistent, I think… it's a lie and a misunderstanding.

I think that, unable to forgive himself for unintentionally leaking the address and thus contributing to Ai’s death, Hikaru wanted to be punished and ended up telling Aqua a ridiculous lie. If someone could open Ai’s heart to that extent, it could only mean that this person was genuinely beloved by her. For someone as wounded as Ai, finding a person she wanted to love that deeply isn’t easy. But if that character had committed such a terrible act, what would it mean? It would feel so unsettling. It would conclude that Ai failed to find someone to love, that she trusted the wrong person, and that the protagonists’ father was someone who harmed their mother. When you consider what the manga is ultimately trying to say, the less responsible the character Ai loved is for her death, and the more genuine their feelings for Ai, the greater the impact would be. It would also make sense in the context of Ai, who wanted to give love, finally finding someone deserving of it.

I couldn’t form a solid opinion until Chapter 154 and Fatal came out. I wasn’t sure how things would turn out and just watched. But after those chapters, I felt that this interpretation was correct. When you interpret it this way, it aligns with the psychological depictions throughout the story. It’s not that I deliberately interpreted it favorably because I liked this couple, but rather that as I analyzed it, this interpretation made sense, which made me more favorable towards them. There's certainly a difference between the two.

I was really happy when I received your message and a few other ones saying that my interpretation was warm, persuasive, and made you appreciate this ship ;v;.. Oh, I really want to get this right too... thanks guys, I very appreciate your kind words, sorry if what I say turns out to be wrong but I am trying my best!!

I take psychology very seriously, so if this turns out to be right, I’d be thrilled! This is what makes the most sense for me at this point, so I'll hold onto it until things clear up~

Again, super long reply! I hope you're okay with it, anon! Lots of love, thanks for the cheers and kind words!!

[peachesofteal]

Soooo first of all The mermaid story was fucking fire. Like, wow. I love the longing and desire for her on Simons part. Absolutely amazing. I have two questions tho, I hope that's ok. After everything, can she still turn into her mermaid form? And what exactly is Simons realm? Is it like our world but like an alternative universe kinda stuff or like completely different than our world? Again this was stunning and so beautifully written. You never disappoint❤️👍

Hi! Thank you SO much, I'm so glad you liked it! 🩵 I was a little nervous about it because it's a bit dark thematically with the heart eating and magical dub con but I had so much fun with it, I hoped others would too. I've been working on it since Florence dropped Mermaids in April so it was definitely a labor of love.

In regards to your questions: 1. You can still turn into your mermaid form. It has been your primary form for centuries, and how you lived most of you existence, so I don't think Simon would want to take that from you completely. You do have to live on land in Faerie, and this exact conundrum is why he agonized about taking you for so long. Fusing his magic with yours is how he solves it, it gives you the ability to choose your form as you please, by drawing on different sides of the power. I imagine he builds the two of you a new home, a castle by the sea where you can visit the ocean as much as you choose. Your children inherit this ability too, cute little babes with pointed ears and the power to switch between legs and a tail. They play hide and seek in the shallow pools and sandbars by your home.

2. Simon is from Faerie. It's a completely different realm from ours, but still in the same universe. When you smell him in the bar, and envision the forests and the oceans, with the aquamarine sea and shallow pools, that's his realm. It's different from the mortal world, but you find some surprising similarities like gravity (which you hate, because legs are difficult to operate and balance/coordination is not your strong suit) and food, with both mortals and Fae eating things that grow from the ground and livestock animals. There are also vast differences, like Faerie has it's own magical council (who is pissed at Simon, by the way. He technically snatched another magical being from a completely different realm without asking them…) and the wine there is strong enough to sedate an ox. There are new laws, new customs, and you have this new, wildly powerful magic living inside of you that makes everything very overwhelming in the beginning and Simon is wracked with guilt, but you eventually begin to adjust.

[the-boy-who-sought-freedomm]

Yeah, you're right about Eren and Ymir motivations being unclear, and there was so much that could be explored

I tend to incline more to the interpretation of "Eren is doing it bc he wants to (maybe as a way to gain control over his situation and bc he just hates the people outside that much), but he is not 100% committed of doing so (becoming the devil/bad guy) if is not for a noble/good cause, so he is using his love for his friends/country as a justification for his actions"

Not the best interpretation, but in general, I do think Eren wants to do the rumbling, which is apparently an unpopular opinion. Even though Eren himself admitted it, I mean he has his Walter White moment lol

Also, all this could be explored in between the time skip, maybe if Liberio was told as a flashforward or something idk

On Ymir's, exactly, it has more sense if both of them want to destroy the world out of their hatred towards humanity

It also works better in contrast to Armin and Zeke conversation in paths and Carla's "he is special for being born in this world" talk

But if we still go with the KF thing, I'm not a fan of focusing on "Mikasa show Ymir what true love is" like no, I don't think that should be the important part, the contrast on beliefs, let people go, putting boundaries an sticking with your morals are topics that still can be explored there

Sorry for the rant and bad spelling, english is not my first language and I'm kind of afraid to interact with the fandom 😅

Don't worry about your english, it's good! And I feel you on being afraid to interact with the fandom, it can be... intense lol

I was actually very happy to find this ask in my inbox! Finally someone who wants to discuss these plot points.

I like your interpretation, and I think it could have worked, but I feel like in the way it was shown in the manga, it just feels like isayama couldn't decide which motivation to go with, and he kept changing it as he wrote the story. I don't think it's an unpopular opinion that Eren wants to do the rumbling, I think the majority of the fandom does. I would have agreed, if his motivations for it were stronger, even if it was simply "I just want to do it lol" I would have accepted it, but like I said he wasn't 100% committed to it because Isayama wasn't 100% committed to it. I think narration is like a puppet show, you're not supposed to see the hands moving the puppets, but I clearly saw Isayama's in this one.

About Ymir, I think the whole "love" thing, although a bit lame, COULD have worked, if Isayama took the time to develop it. Abusive relationship are a lot complicated and layered, you can't just draw one lame ass panel of Eren saying "she was in love with king fritz" and then that infamous phrase "only Ymir knows". I know Isayama was tired of working on the story but since he didn't have time to develop this point properly, he should have gone with something else.

Glad we agreed it had more sense if she wanted to destroy the world as well, and seeing all she ever saw of humanity was cruelty, she had every right to. I guess to stop the rumbling, showing her the "beauty of the world" could have worked, but I don't see how Mikasa kissing a decapitated head could be considered the "beauty of the world", that girl had just gone insane because her lover had to die, that's tragic not romantic.

Anyway I hope I made sense, that's all I wanted to say I think, and thank you so, so much for the ask! Feel free to drop by my askbox again! ❤️

[the-alan-price-combo]

Hiii, please do you know where I can watch that interview where Eric talks about the night Alan leave the band? The video that was on the post was deleted from YouTube 😭

P.s I love your drawings ❤️ (english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistake )

AaAA!! Hello, and thank you so much for reaching out to ask!! 🥹🐾

I remember it was sometime earlier last year (2023) that I noticed that the YouTube links for the Eric-BBC-Interview clips had suddenly dissappeared - both the anecdote about the phone call Eric shared with Alan when Alan left, and the "love-hate, delicate relationship" clip. It was extremely disappointing to realize this.. not only because it left a couple missing sources in my essay, but also because I didn't have the foresight to save them beforehand; I apologize for that! 😭

I saved many, many Animals and Alan videos in late August of 2023, with this situation being one of the primary reasons. At the very least, I'm glad I typed out a little transcript of those moments, and it isn't as major with the anecdote from Eric's first autobiography supporting it... but, it does feel really weird to have a missing source to a video that I so distinctly remember being up with Eric actively saying those words. And it makes me feel really bad that I can't find it for you! 😢

I'll try and do some research and see if the full BBC interview is saved somewhere - that original YouTube uploader never included a date, but considering how somewhat decent the BBC is with archiving their interviews/broadcasts (several of Alan's are still in circulation!), maybe I'll be able to find the full broadcast! If I'm able to, I'll definitely message you or tag you in a post so you can listen to it!! 🐾✨️ And, of course, if the YouTube channel suddenly comes back, I'll let you know as well!

Thank you again for the kind words, and I'm very sorry that source is unavailable. 😭 I'm so glad you like my artwork as well - drawing the Animals (and Eric and Alan) is a passion of mine!! 💞🐾✨️

[sciderman]

hi sci! i think at least once a day i am taken aback by how much of an incredible artist you are. your ability to create and your passion for it is just astounding to me, over the course of a few years your work has become such a pillar of inspiration for me 💘

i've asked you before for drawing tips and i value those so much but i've found myself actually wanting more and more to get into writing fanfiction but i have about a million worries and i'm not entirely sure to start. i definitely smashed out a few so-bad-its-bad obscure anime fanfictions as a kid but i really haven't touched creative writing in eons. I know you've been writing for a good while, but do you have any writing tips you tend to refer to or any advice for begginners? ... and any advice on getting over my internalised cringe culture when i can't open a word document and type out "peter parker" without shrivelling into myself...

anyway! have a great day! i love you very much and i am so excited for the spidercablepool fic to ruin my train of thoughts for the forseeable future :] ❤️

immediate cringe upon the mention of "peter parker" is par for the course, i'm afraid

bless you so much @saeram!! bless you for all your kind words, i... houugh... thank you so, so much. thank you so much for reading the goofy things i put out into the world - i'm so, so glad you're enjoying it!

i don't know if i have a lot in the way of writing advice - i think the only way to overcome the shame of it is just to whisper "i am cringe and i am free" and do it. i think anything you enjoy doing is worth doing - and, you know, if it's not enjoyable you just wouldn't do it. you post your first fanfiction - you get feedback, you find out people hate it when you write in first person. you learn, you come back stronger than ever. (not from personal experience. okay. yes. it's from personal experience.)

(i still like my first person pov fics. shut up.)

maybe my first advice is don't write in first person (people hate that.) (but actually i love it, when it's done well. but i'm freaky kinky.)

i'd say reading definitely helps when it comes to writing, but again, that's me giving good advice that i don't follow (i'm jared, 19.) - i mostly read comics. and i mostly read comics that i don't enjoy. don't be like me. read things that you enjoy - even if you've read it a hundred times before, odds are, it'll inspire.

i did say when people asked me advice on writing dialogue (which is my absolute FAVOURITE thing to write) - watching movies and television with dialogue / characters that you really like honestly really helps - more so than reading, I think, for me. performance is so, so important when i'm writing dialogue. it's not just words, i have to have such a clear picture of how it's being said, ya feel. how the characters are performing it. and so, in that way, it plays out a little bit like a movie in my head, even though there's still a lot of internal monologue in there (the internal monologue i write is often very reliant on visual metaphor too - i'm just - i'm a really visual person, i think.)

all in all i don't think there's any better advice than just DO it. just DO it! and once you've done it once, the second time is easier. and then the next, and then the next. it might help to discuss it with others - do some back-and-forth, or even have proof-readers - (i rarely do, but i also love to overshare all my wips, because i'm a giddy little schoolgirl when i'm knee-deep in my writing.)

if you'd like to spitball ideas or share your writing (particularly in regards to peter parker, my beloved) i'd be happy to help! god speed and good luck, and i hope you'll be putting your beautiful fanfic babies out into the universe for us starving folk to enjoy

[munsonownsmyass]

Lily my love!

How about Dipping in a natural hot spring with Matthias Helvar?

Can be spicy, soft, or both! Dealer's choice!

Matthias Helvar x reader

Summary: Taken prisoner by the Drüskelle, you find yourself in the cold, unforgiving land of Fjerda. Freezing and fearing for your life, an unlikely savior comes to your rescue.

Author's notes: Thank you so much for this ask, Pheebs! I'm glad I've made you simp as much as I do for this man ❤️

Also... Lava in Fjerda works different. That's all I'll say about that.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers big time. Angst, mentioning of killing someone, pining? Maybe? SMUT! 18+. Grinding, handjob, unprotected sex, cream pie (you know me by now), kissing, fluff.

The weather had turned colder faster than you expected. Even with the many layers, you could feel the cold seeps though your flesh, freezing you to the bone. You weren’t used to the cold, far from it, but as a prisoner of the Drüskelle, you had been taken far into the icy lands of Fjerda.

The last few days have been on the move with barely any sleep or food and especially without much warmth. The Fjerdan men in front of you keeps pushing on, used to this harsh weather, born from the cold. You could hear the men snickering around you, having a laugh on your expense. They know you’re freezing, but they don’t care. Your life means little to them.

Except for maybe the youngest of the Drüskelle. Matthias. He’s barely said a word to you, yet he is the one of them you trust the most. The other men had eyed you in ways that made you uncomfortable, but not Matthias. He seemed protective over you, even though he didn’t hide the fact that he hated what you are.

Being a Grisha was never good in Fjerdan territory, let alone in the hands of the Drüskelle. They had orders not to harm you, but the only one who seemed to heed those words were Matthias. Still now, you hear them mutter silently between each other, words like drüsje and mörd spoken with clenched teeth. You don’t speak Fjerdan, but you do know those words. Witch and death.

As the winds pick up, the men make camp in a small forest, the trees providing some cover from the storm. Used to the harsh environment, the men settle down and doesn’t seem faced by anything, making you feel worse as your teeth clatter so hard you fear they will take permanent damage. One of the oldest, the leader, yells at you harshly in Fjerdan.

“I already told you, I don’t understand what you’re saying!” you bite back, no longer caring if they kill you. Then at least you’d no longer be freezing. He stands up, walking over to you as he draws his knife from its sheath.

“Scön der top.” He mutters under his breath, stopping a mere inch from your face. “I said; If you don’t stop the clattering, I’ll remove your teeth to keep you quiet.”

Matthias cuts in between, putting a hand to the leaders chest. Their discussion sounds heated, the leader’s eyes darting to you more than once. For the first time you really fear for your life. Matthias gets to his feet and pulls you with him.

“Go then! And take the drüsje whore with you!” The old man spits out, before turning away from you and Matthias. He pulls you away from the group quickly and leads you further into the woods. Trembling, you fear what he’s gonna do. Is this it? Was he ordered to take you into the woods and dispose of you?

“Are you gonna kill me?” You try, voice weak and barely above a whisper. He stops, his grip on your arm loosening as he turns to you, eyes softer than you expected.

“No. I was saving you.” He looks at you for a moment, before walking again, but this time the grip on your arm is softer. “He was ready to kill you, but we need you alive to get our money.”

For some reasons, your heart sinks in your chest, making you feel hollow. Did you expect him to save you because he cared? Stupid girl. No, of course you’re merely a way for him to earn some coin.

“If you’re not gonna kill me, where are you taking me?”

He doesn’t answer, he just drags you through the trees. The woods slowly gets darker as the day comes to an end, but suddenly up ahead, you see a faint light. Following close behind Matthias, you see the light grow stronger until you realize what it is. Lava. Heard about it, but never seen it with your own eyes, you’re intrigued by the warm colors.

“Why did you bring me here?” You ask confused, hoping he was telling the truth earlier and isn’t planning on throwing you in the lava.

“You were cold. Lava is hot.” He shrugs, sitting you down near a tree. He squats down in front of you, starring into your eyes. “If I go find food, will you promise to stay? Or will I have to tie you down?”

He watches you intently, his blue eyes boring into your soul, making you shiver. You hate the way your body reacts to him. He is Drüskelle, trained to capture or kill you. You’re Grisha, his enemy from before either of you were born, so why do you long to reach out and touch him? Why do you feel yourself blush when his eyes linger a little too long?

“I promise.” You whisper softly, but as Matthias turns to walk away, you can’t help but bite back. “Besides, where would I go on my own? Die of the cold or die by the hands of the Drüskelle, what’s the difference?”

You see Matthias stop for a second, shoulders tense, before he walks off into the darkness. For a second you want to run after him, fearing what would happen if he doesn’t come back. But at least he left you someplace warm. You can already feel your body relaxing as it warms up, the tremble slowly subsiding.

After a while you get bored and start exploring. If you’re still near where he left you, it would still count as staying put, right? Always been curious by nature, you walk closer to the lava.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice an opening in the rocks. Intrigued, you walk closer only to find a small tunnel. Walking in, your hand brush over an old torch on the wall. Quickly taking it and running back to the lava, you get it lit before you run back into the tunnel. Along the way there are more torches you can light, illuminating your path. At the end, it opens into a cave. No, not just a cave. Someone lived there once. A makeshift bed with furs in one corner, small shelves with trinkets and old books. All covered in layers of dust, abandoned for years.

Exploring the rest of the cave, you light every torch you find, when suddenly you see the flames reflected in some water. Walking closer, you realize it’s not a puddle as you first expected, but a whole pool of water. Deep enough to submerge in, the sides processed so they’re smooth. Whoever lived here before, made sure the edges weren’t sharp. Dipping your hand into the water, you find it warm. Probably kept that way by the lava surrounding the cave.

It’s been weeks since your last bath, always used to long relaxing and scented baths back in Ravka, so you wonder if you could bathe quickly before Matthias returns. Quickly, before you can change your mind, you discard your clothes and climb into the pool. Once submerged in the hot waters, you instantly feel better, the warmth spreading through you. After cleaning off weeks of dirt, you lean against the edge of the pool, allowing yourself to close your eyes just for a bit.

“What are you doing?!”

You jerk awake, looking up to find Matthias a few feet from you. He is clearly angry, and you can’t really blame him. You turn to face him, making sure to keep your body stays hidden under the surface.

“I’m sorry. I got curious and found this place.” You gesture to the cave with a nervous smile. “And when I saw the water, I didn’t think. I just really needed a bath.”

He just huff, annoyance painted on his features as he settles down on a stool to prepare the bird in his hand. Unsure what to do now, you linger in the water, looking at him. After a while, he throws the bird down, looking at you.

“What?!”

“I was just thinking…” You start softly, not even sure you should tease him when he’s already angry. “You could use a bath, too, you know. I’m not the only one who smells.”

“So, I should go into the water and then what? You could use your powers to kill me?” He bites back, never taking his eyes of the bird as he picks it up and start plucking of it’s feathers again.

“I would never-”

“Yes you would! I’ve seen what Tidemakers can do.” He stand up, closing the distance to you, anger burning like a rapid fire in his eyes. “You Grishas are all the same. Drüsje.”

At the last word, you feel a tightening in your chest. It never stops hurting, no matter how many times they call you a witch.

“We are not evil. I have only used my powers for good. It’s not my fault you were taught to hate me. You don’t even know me!”

Matthias avoids your gaze, but you see his eyes soften. He sighs before looking back into your eyes. “I do not hate you. I hate what you are.”

He sits down at the edge of the pool, his eyes looking anywhere but your naked flesh, which you find quite endearing. “When I was little, my family was killed by people like you. So tell me how I should not hate your kind?”

“I wasn’t even born. Why should I pay for the sins of those who came before me?”

“And why should I? Don’t tell me you haven’t heard that all Drüskelle are bad?”

At that you laugh, leaning onto your arms on the edge. “Says the man who holds me prisoner.”

Matthias laughs when it all dawns on him. Running his fingers through his hair, he looks into your eyes again, his softer than before. “I guess we are both bad.”

“Or we were both taught wrong?”

He nods, smiling softly at you. For a second his eyes travel down, but instantly he looks away, the blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. Interesting. You shift your stance, the top of your chest breaking the surface of the waters. Matthias blushes even more, muttering a Fjerdan curse under his breath.

“So… If I promise not to drown you, will you come in? You do really stink.” You ask, feeling bolder than before. Pushing away from the edge, your lean back as you swim backwards, the soft flesh of your breasts peeking above the surface. “I promise not to look as you get in.”

With a smile, you turn your back to Matthias, waiting in silence. After what seems like hours, you hear the sound of his thick coat hit the floor of the cave. The rest of his clothes soon follow and as you hear his footsteps nearing the edge, you sneak a peak at his reflection in the water. You knew he was big, the tallest of all the Fjerdan men, but now you see that everything about him is big. Biting your lip, you try your best to hold back the gasp that was threatening to leave you.

Once he’s in the water, you turn around to face him. He looks uncomfortable, vulnerable, as he sits there in the water, shed of his armor. He is right. It would be easy for you to manipulate the water, drown him. But you won’t. Like it or not, you’ve come to care for the big brute. And you believe he cares about you too.

Looking into his beautiful blue eyes, you swim closer, holding his gaze. He shifts in his seat, bottom lip quivering as you get closer. You shouldn’t do this, but every rational thought is gone. Left is only him and those eyes so deep, you could swim in them forever.

You straddle him, causing him to gasp when he feels you close. You feel him grow harder against you, his breath hitching in his throat. Scooting closer, you feel his hard length against your slick lips. You grind against him, eliciting a whimper from him.

“You’ve been so kind to me. Protecting me. You put all my thoughts about the Drüskelle to shame.” You purr, hands running over his chest, coming to a halt on his shoulders.

“They brought us up to hate each other, but I was so wrong to listen.” He pauses, his hand cupping your cheek, his touch gentler than any you’ve ever felt. “We are more alike than I could ever have imagined.”

“So you don’t want to kill me?” You ask, the words you really want to say left unspoken.

“No, that’s the last thing I want to do.” He whispers, leaning in to claim your lips in a soft kiss. As he deepens the kiss, your hand wanders down to his hard cock. Matthias moan when your fingers wrap around the base, slowly dragging your grip up and down his length. He whimpers, rolling his hips in response as you continue stroking him. Picking up the pace, you grin to yourself when you see Matthias’ flustered face, mouth open in a gasp as he throws his head back against the edge. The moaning turns to a deep growl, his hands coming to a rest on your hips in a bruising grip.

He opens his eyes, the blue replaced by black lust blown orbs as he takes you in. His lips find your again in a long, hungry kiss. “Please.” He whimpers, knowing you will know the meaning of his plea.

You let go of his cock, pushing off his lap until you’re hovering above his throbbing length. You tease him, letting the head slide through you wet folds before you cave in, lowering yourself onto him with a gasp.

“Fuck, min hjerte.” He hisses out through gritted teeth, his grip on your hips tightening. When he slides home, his whines echo in the cave. You bury your head in his neck, shivering by the feeling of him filling you up.

“Move, Matthias.”

And he does. Rocking his hips up and into you, while you hold onto his shoulders, one hand entangling in his soft dark blonde hair. With each snap of his hips, you gasp, loosing yourself in the feeling of him. You kiss him, desperate for release as you clench around him.

“A little more…” he begs, snapping his hips again, causing the water to ripple around you. “So… close…”

It’s only a few more thrusts of his hips before you come, moaning his name. it’s too much for him and he spills inside you, filling you with his cum. You fall against his chest, breathing hard as you come down from your high. Wrapping his arms around you, Matthias holds you close, placing soft kisses on your hair.

There in the cave, wrapped in his embrace, you feel the world fade away. None of you knows what the future will bring, your love a forbidden one, but none of it matters now. Right now, he’s yours and you’re his, however short a time it may be.

TFC girls: @phoebe-danvers @mindidjarin @e-dubbc11 @itwasthereaminuteago @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @mattmurdocksscars @pedrito-friskito @a-bang-for-your-bucky

Tagging: @our-chaos

[jinxthejubilee]

Hey there!! I’m come here as soon as i saw that you write nd draw for Villain recruiters bc there is not enough writes of the babies,,so, i remember seeing on a post (don’t really remember if it was yours or if it was other person) a headcanon that said “Malfie has a soft spot for children” and that make me think about how would the other recruiters be with children (platonic ofc), could you write some headcanons abt it? Whatever makes you feel comfortable!

First of all, thank you so much! I'm also glad that you've enjoyed my work so far! Second, I'm not quite sure if I headcanoned that or not, BUT! It sounds too cute to not write about.

So, in honor of your ask, let's get into the cuteness!

The Villain Recruiters with Children

Apple Poison 🍎

Before his inevitable character development, Apple kept his distance from children whilst on the job.

He didn't hate children, but his aloof nature definitely gave an ominous vibe towards guests. Though his politeness and bluntness were, somehow, what drove kids to Apple.

As his icy exterior melts away, Apple begins to indulge in the children's games, silly requests, or just them asking for company.

This was made possible thanks to his crazy, vibrant coworkers who became a family. Especially Pretty Scar, who, in all her annoyance, helped train Apple to adjust to children's behavior. He's dealt with the hyena girl's shenanigans on a regular basis, dealing with normal children is a cakewalk compared to her.

Jack Heart ❤️

Oh, Jack loves these little buggers!

Entertaining the kids during the stage shows is the highlight of his day. The laughter, the cheers, the excitement! It practically fuels him with joy and the strength to keep performing.

Jack adores children! He'll play tricks and pranks to make them laugh. He doesn't mind babies either! If they start crying, he'll make goofy faces or dance to help them smile again.

Just a warning, though, chaos always follows Jack wherever he goes, being from Wonderland and all, so if he somehow ends up babysitting, know that your house will end up burning down.

Malfi (Malfie) 🪞

Malfi's not super into kids, but he enjoys their company more than Apple.

He's more than willing to show himself in all of his handsome glory off anytime for them, but he's not used to all of affection they tend to give him. They ruin his hair!

He does have a soft spot for them, though. They may ruffle his feathers from time to time, but he can't bring himself to dislike them at all.

Malfi had a difficult childhood, on account of his parents following nature's guidelines in throwing him out of the nest because they deemed him as "weak." He never had anyone to look up to, other than Maleficent, and his days before her were quite lonely.

Beauty and childhood innocence are sacred to Malfi, so if he can brighten up a kids' day with his gorgeous self, whatever happens is worth it.

Eight Foot Joe 🐙

Joe's not the biggest fan of kids, nor does he have the energy to deal with them.

Before he became more socialible, he would do everything he possibly could to get away from the kids.

If someone, particularly a little girl, is wearing an Ariel costume, Joe will scream at them to try and get them to go away. It's not the kid's fault, he just has trauma surrounding the royal family and Ursula back at home.

Eventually, Joe will realize that making a decent impression on the public is part of his job, so he'll get used to it. Again, he's very socially awkward, so interacting with anyone, let alone children, will take some getting used to.

That "I have no idea what to do" phase will fade soon enough. He'll accept children in a very "tired uncle" way.

Mr. Dalmatia 🐾

Dalma is surprisingly good with kids despite his slight prissiness.

Dalmatians themselves are a very energetic and active breed, so most kids enjoy having the dog recruiter around.

He may get scolded for running around like a dog in his human form, but no one can or really cares to stop him. By playing with the kids, he's technically still doing his job, so why bother?

On some days he will be more irritated than usual, like if the babies are too loud, his coat gets ruined, or is just having an off day, but other than that, bring them over!

Pretty Scar (Mzuri) ✨️

Children are adorable, and so is Mzuri, so of course, she loves kids to pieces!

Being a hyena and all, she's used to interacting with dozens of kids at the same time. Playtime is funtime, so long as her hair, dress, or makeup don't get ruined.

While her colleagues might find her obnoxious, she finds solace in the fact that the kids like her, so that's more than enough!

Ms. Hades 🔥

As the designated mom of the group, Ms. Hades is quite the expert at dealing with children responsibly.

She may not understand everything, given that she's spent all of her immortal life in the Underworld and heard all kinds of stories about betrayal, family murder, and massive family drama from Olympus, but upon realizing that their world is massively different than hers, she understands soon enough.

Sometimes, she'll spot children and their parents having fun and doing family things, and eventually, she gets a better understanding of human life and culture.

She becomes more friendly and hospitable towards the kids, and while she's still fairly strict with rough housing, she won't get too heated over it.

Veil 🔔

Veil was once incredibly uncomfortable towards children while she was still in France. Her childhood was full of abuse and neglect, and she found refuge in the church with the infamous Claude Frollo. All of this put together made her socially inept outside of her normal duties.

Despite that, however, working with the recruiters and talking to staff and customers has improved her social skills. She's even found that children are far easier to talk to once she grew to understand them.

Her singing voice often puts fussy babies or rambunctious youngsters to sleep, much to the parent's delight. The praise she earns for it sends her over the moon with joy.

Lady Hock (Hook) 🪝

Ah, the suave and adventurous pirate lady! A lover of the seas and of boisterous little tykes!

Similarly to Malfi, Hock wishes to protect the innocence and wonder of children. As such, she will grant the desires of any child who asks of her, whether their requests be sword fighting on the roof or singing sea shanties on stage.

Faja (Farja) 🌹

As much as Faja likes kids and their enjoyment of her magic tricks, she's still the hothead of the group. Patience is most definitely not her virtue.

Babies crying can get on her nerves real fast, and she doesn't have Ms. Hades' calm and collected nature, or Jack's funnyman persona, to help her out. But since she's around kids a lot (again, this is Disneyland), she gets more used to it. It still annoys her, though.

Faja will make the kids laugh, unintentionally, when her spells backfire, and she'll either be furious with them seemingly making fun of her for it, or she'll droop down like her flower in defeat.

But! If the spell, by some miracle, actually works and the kids applaud or demand an encore, Faja will be more than happy to oblige.

She may be more of a"spunky aunt" type than a "mom" type, but that doesn't mean she won't get all sappy when the kids say that they love or that she's their favorite out of all the recruiters. She'll just start bawling.

[leftwiththeriverr]

i'm appalled by how rude people are in your askbox. and it's not just you, either; i've seen so many other marauders artists get asks with shit along the lines of "your ___ design is ugly and terrible and i hate you and you don't deserve the attention you get" and it's like man. when did people start to feel entitled to voice their opinion on other peoples' art. when did we forget that art is a craft. when did we forget that artists aren't just content creators and they are human beings with thoughts and feelings and fears and lives.

i just want to let you know that what you create is gorgeous and beautiful and i appreciate it so so much. your style is the kind that makes me want to just stop drawing forever because i could literally never achieve what you do /pos. thank you for sharing your art with us ❤️

I think i got used to these comments. I try not to judge those who criticize me in this way; there must be some reason in their personal lives that leads them to send these kinds of things to me. And another thing, if what I create is beautiful, it's because I had the privilege of being able to set aside time in my life to practice. If you practice enough, you can develop any skill. Thank you so much for the comment! I'm glad you like what I post here. <3

[kafus]

this might sound weird, but i like how you actually take your old art seriously. people say that everything you make between the ages of 10-15 is meaningless and serves no purpose other than making your future self cringe to death, and then think, "wow, i'm so glad my work is better than that garbage now!"... and then tell the actual 10-15 year olds to embrace that and continue making said "cringe garbage". as if what they make doesn't have any emotions behind it at all. all it does is make those kids, me included, feel awful about everything they make and not want to create anymore. because all it is is just trash for their future self to hate and laugh at. and so you actually taking your old art seriously and continuing to draw and love your old "cringe" characters even after so long is just. it makes me actually have hope that hey, maybe everything i make and all my characters i love DO mean something more! and its just. its great. tldr sparklecat stuff good ❤️

(btw yes this is the same anon as the old web ask lol)

I SAW THIS EARLIER BUT COULDN'T RESPOND TILL NOW this brought me so much joy to read thank you for sending me this! i'm glad i can make you feel like your art is worth making because it absolutely is. don't listen to sarcasm poisoned adults who have been taught to hate the art they made as children, be yourself go crazy and make whatever and be proud of it hell yeah

[tamelee]

Your last art pieces are so beautiful! 😍 I absolutely love when you paint Sasuke and Naruto, but when you draw them in this more manga-like style, there’s just something in it ❤️

I’m glad you put anon asks on again, I hope the reason for why it was down wasn’t because of rude haters 😒 (I get it if it was, I’m just mad at them)

Anyway, thank you for sharing your talent with us! ❤️

I'm so glad you like them thankyou so much!! (/▽＼*)｡o○🧡 I'm practicing sketching more in Manga-styles because I'm in the final stages of a story that I'm planning to draw. I've never done that before so I better keep on practicing.. Hmm, sometimes. I mean.. I'm in control of what I show. I don't want that on my blog (negative fandom stuff/call-outs etc etc) so a hate-ask is an instant block and delete anyway 😁 Other times it is because life can be a bit overwhelming and there is a lot to focus on so for now anon-option is only on during the weekend! 💕 Thank you again for this wonderful ask nonee 😭 I hope you're having a great day~!

[wine4thewin]

Oh dear lord 🥺

Finally I was able to find some strength to come here 😫 first I would like to say thank you very much for everything you have done for the sukuita community. Seriously you are one of the best writers I have ever read stories from I can even say that you The best of them all 🥹❤️

You wrote the most beautiful stories I have ever read in my life , Seriously you are the best ever. You never changed their character in your stories especially sukuna's and that is what made the stories so special (i can't imagine him with good personality he is an evil jerk so to see him acting softly in other stories made me feel wired sometimes 😞) So I will say it again. Thank you very much for the most beautiful stories 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Even though I am very sad now because I just finished the fourth chapter of no eviction notice and I feel like screaming because I knew in advance that the ending would be very sad 😭 but I fell in love with it as is the case with the rest of your stories, especially the Ten Years and a Day series because God it was the most beautiful story I have ever read and I still re-read it whenever I can 😫

Their feelings in this story made me want to... I go in it and hug Yuji and hit Sukuna and then hug him as well because well I felt sad for him in the end and how he still tries so hard to make Yuji happy but he will never be able to do that and this is what broke my heart, he can't make Yuji happy and even though I know this was his doing but I wished for a moment that he would make Yuji happy and that the story would have a happy ending but not all wishes come true so I 💔💔💔 So I decided to read no eviction notice and oh it broke my heart again And I have a strong feeling that chapter 5 is going to be a heartbreaker 😭😭😭

so I'll ask and you can ignore me you never have to answer these kind of questions at all so umm the question is when are you going to update it? Look you don't have to answer this question just ignore it if you want to I'm just very curious to know what will happen between them in the next chapter 😞

Well, I feel like I talked too much, so thank you very much. I hope you are well and I wish you the best 🤍🤍🤍😘

Goodness, thank you for the lovely compliment! It's always nice to hear that my stories are enjoyed by readers! ❤️

I'm glad the characters feel true to themselves in my fics. I'm someone who simply cannot read out-of-character works and I take it seriously when I spend a lot of time working with a character. As you mentioned, I never sugar coat villains; if they are immoral, they will remain immoral, but I will draw out the aspects that people hate to love them for. A great villain is one that people like to see on screen, after all.

LOL! I do update No Eviction Notice a bit slow, but that's mainly because I've been traveling for work quite a bit and it's the end of the quarter, which means everything gets nutty. As I am likely going to split the next chapter into two due to size, the next update should probably be coming sometime in the next week!

This also means that chapter 5 IS NOT going to be a heartbreaker...but by the end of chapter 6, oh yes. Yuuji's love and sorrow resides on the same coin.

Have a lovely week, dear!

[babybulls15]

Heyho hello, I am Mia and I have finally accepted my fate! 🤪

After living in denial for the longest time, I have finally accepted the fact, that my random fandom sideblog has slowly but surely turned into my F1 RPF blog.

And because this is also where I promote my own writing, it might be time to actually introduce myself.

So here we go, I guess...

💫About Me💫

There's actually not very much to be said about me specifically.

I'm Mia (on the internet at least ;D) and I run this Tumblr account, thx byee :))

jk, here are some Tumblr-relevant facts about me:

🙆‍♀️ I'm a cis woman, going by she/her pronouns

💬 I speak English, German, French and a bit of Spanish (I don't tag posts language-specific, though)

⌛ I started my fandom journey on Wattpad and am now very happy to have deboarded that particular train for Tumblr xD

💻 I actually don't have any other social media, because I'm very susceptible to doom-scrolling (but I want memes, so I'm very thankful for Tumblr and my saviour the chronological dash lmao)

❤️ my offline hobbies include but are not limited to: reading, writing, singing, music, photography, knitting, Magic: The Gathering, nature (whatever that means)

📚 I am an indiscriminate enjoyer of all things written down, whether it be traditionally published books, comics or fanfiction

✏️ I wrote some fanfic in my teenage years, switched to poetry for a while, before coming back to long-form fandom writing

🏎️ I've always been really into motor sports of any kind, but kept it mostly offline and regional, F1 has only recently been added to the list and I am actually very surprised by how much I enjoy it (it also managed to get me over my almost decade long writers block so I think I will stay for a bit)

⁉️ Although I am an advocate for Don't like it, don't read it!, I recognize that sometimes it's not that easy. I myself have clear boundaries of what I am and am not comfortable seeing. Therefore, although I do post F1 on my main blog, I've decided to keep the rpf-side of things confined to this sideblog.

💌 I am always delighted to meet new people and make new friends, so if you want to chat, please don't hesitate to send me a DM or an ask!! <3333

💫About this blog💫

Drivers I support a bit more than the others:

🦁 MV1

🌶️ CS55

👑 LH44

💚 NH27

🐨 OP81

I don't hate anyone, these are just the ones I care/post about the most. :))

Posts about particular drivers are mostly tagged with a shorthand just like in the list. :)

Ships that live in my head rent free:

🦁🌶️ Versainz (hence the url ;))

🦁👑 4433

🦁🚗 Lestappen

🌶️🧡 Carlando

🦁🦡 Maxiel

👑👱 Brocedes

🌶🐨 Carcar

🧡🐨 Landoscar

and whatever else tickles my fancy :))

My own two cents are organized like this:

✨ #mia screams into the void but in a different direction for original posts

✨ #mia throws writing into the void for my writing (can also be found on Ao3)

✨ #oh don't go breaking my heart for all the heart-break

✨ #wtf did i just witness for all the mind-break

✨ #oh…oh no for all things 'this is very funny but also wtf people'

✨️ #insane. the lot of them for 20 millionaires going vroom vroom in circles every second weekend being absolute menaces to society

✨️ #lights out and away we meme for...well...memes

✨️ #braking news and griddy rumours for newsies, silly season shenanigans and all other season-related stuff

✨️ #*write write write* for general fandom and writing related posts/memes

✨️ #artsy for anything art (drawings, writing, edits, gifs, ...)

✨️ #smiley (っ´ω`c)♡ for smiley people (mostly Max lol)

I might come up with some more things to differentiate between stuff.

If you have read this far I am very grateful! Thank you for giving me the time of day, I am so glad you exist! (also pls come and chat with me if you want) 🥰🥰

[zepskies]

Omg I looove it! I didn't know you were a fellow Priestly/10 Inch Hero fan!! 💕

You know I never thought I would write for Priestly, as much as I liked the character, but after a friend encouraged me, I started sketching and completely fell in love with this adorable dork. 😂 I would so love to see you write something for him though!! If I get an idea for you, I'll shoot a prompt over to your inbox. 💜

Aww I'm so glad this story gave you all the feels!! 🥹 He's literally the sweetest most misunderstood weirdo, and I knew I wanted to pair with someone who saw that in him.

Lol honestly, if it's a gift you like and it doesn't hurt you too much, keep it. Full disclosure: my husband once received a fluffy pillow from an ex and it's my absolute favorite. I sleep on it every night and don't give a shit 😂

LOL I love that! And I totally agree. If it's not hurting you and you genuinely like that gift/it's become part of your routine, then why give it up?

But lmfaooo I'm so glad you liked that "ritual burning" (100% like Ross/Emily 🤣🤣) -- and of course, drawing the line at his dick. 🤣 That was a fan-favorite line, and I remember it really tickled me when I was writing it loll. And you can quote as much as you want, my lovely, I'm getting a kick out of all your reactions. 😝😝

Awww, he can relate after Tish. I honestly hated that he changed at the end of the movie. Like, whyyyyyy????? Tish would've liked him like he was, too?! What kinda message were they tryna send here? 🙈

Omfggggg I think this is all of our gripes with the ending. It felt like such a cop out, and frankly, a slap in the face to Priestly's character and Tish's supposed character growth. He shouldn't have felt the need to change when the whole point of the movie was to be your effing self. 🙄 It gave "Hollywood writing" for me.

Now I've died twice during one fic – noice 🤣🤣🤣 Also, I can relate with reader here. We've all been there and asked ourselves this very question 😂 And his response was GOLD 😆🫶

Ahaha I mean, amirite? 😂😂 I feel like I have this "if only" discussion with my best friend at least once a month. And lmfao that Solid Gold gif was perfect.~~

I honestly would love to meet Mr. & Mrs. Priestley and ask them tons of questions about how they raised such an awesome son 💙 Ooooo fic idea! Tell me how reader met his parents??? 🤓

Oh my Gooood, that's actually an awesome idea, and I don't think I've read anything like that before! Thank you for this. You're seriously making me want to play more in this world, with these two in particular. 💕

Oooh that's awesome that you both loved the angst, and that it took you by surprise! I didn't want to make the situation "too easy." But also gave a chance to explore the landscape of this sandwich shop post-breakup. And Ross/Rachel breakup vibes is exactly what I was going for! Since to me it seemed this group of employees were more like a little family, and Tish an integral part, so she wouldn't want to give that up in the "divorce" lol.

Ahaha yes the way Priestly and the reader had to dip out to avoid prying eyes was very much like Friends too. It's all just running in my subconscious at this point. 🤣

Aww, the ending was too sweet 🥹🥰 I love how shy they were around each other and that she essentially told him he should ask her out 😆 I'd honestly love to read more about these two! I adored this ❤️❤️❤️

Aww thank you so very much, Wayne!! I loved writing these two across both one-shots (which I see you read the original fic as well 🙏🏽). And you gave me an awesome idea to play with in the future!! 😘

The Miracle Man

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x F. Reader

Summary: The first time you met Priestly was both the worst and best night of your life. He gave you a Miracle.

AN: Here’s the prequel to Code Red! (But this can also be read as stand alone.) I hope you enjoy. And just a note, remember this was circa 2007, still the era of flip phones and iPods, despite the advent of the iPhone.

Word Count: 3,500

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for mature talk. A kind of meet cute, insecurities, angst, breakups, hurt/comfort, sandwiches, fluff and feels.

He was a lone ranger in the Wild West. His weapon of choice?

A dirty mop.

Priestly bopped his head to the music playing from his earbuds. His iPod was tucked in his right jean pocket while he speared the mop across the floor of the sandwich shop. It was three minutes to closing time on a Saturday night, and it was his turn to clean up and lock up.

He was looking forward to getting home, taking a shower, and diving face-first into his bed. But first, he just needed to kill three minutes.

Come on, come on, come oooon, he sang in his mind as the hands on his watch ticked on. While glancing down at said watch, he remembered it had been a gift from Tish for his birthday…

Three months ago. When they were still together.

Priestly heaved a sigh. What were you supposed to do with gifts from your ex that you actually liked? The gifts that made it into your everyday life, not just because they were from the person you thought you loved, but because it was actually hella practical and a nice accessory to keep on your person?

It’s just a damn watch. Don’t make it a big deal, he reminded himself. What was he supposed to do, have a ritual burning of everything Tish had ever touched?

That would take all damn night. And he definitely drew a line at his dick.

“Hello?”

The front door of the shop opened, the little bell Trucker installed chiming with too much cheer and startling Priestly out of his thoughts.

“We’re closed,” he said. But that was before he looked up, and had to pause in his mopping.

You were standing there, holding yourself in the open doorway with the cold breeze hitting your back. You were wearing a red cocktail dress and the highest black heels he’d ever seen, with your styled hair falling around your shoulders.

You were entirely too beautiful to be in this old sandwich shop, he thought. It had Priestly swallowing, frozen in time.

“Really? The sign says 10,” you pointed out. There was a level of desperation in your eyes. “Please, you’re the only place with the lights still on and I’ve been all up and down the block.” 

Blinking out of his idiotic state, Priestly looked down at his watch again. It was exactly 9:59 p.m.

Well, damn. Got me on a technicality.

He held in a sigh.

“Okay, come on in,” he waved you over. Setting down his mop, he rounded the counter and went to man the register. He gave you a minute to peruse the menu. He noted that aside from your stunning attire, you had a cell phone in your hand that clearly couldn’t fit in that little purse hanging off your shoulder, bumping along your hip.

He couldn’t help but visually trace the curves of your hips and waist, back up to the sweetheart neckline of the dress, the deeper shade of your lipstick and up to your face.

But then he felt bad for staring, so he looked up heavenward before you caught him.

Meanwhile, your eyes drifted from the menu and dipped to his chest for a moment.

“Too bad I’m not gay,” you said.

What? Priestly frowned in confusion. But following your gaze, he realized you were staring at his yellow shirt, which read in big, 70s-style letters: Be Gay & Proud, Get a Free Drink.

His lips twitched at a grin, and he looked up at you. “D’you know what you want?”

You had a smile starting to play on your lips as well. You went back to considering your choices.

“Not sure, but I’m starving. What do you recommend?” you asked.

Priestly’s lips puckered as he considered the menu he knew by heart.

“Well, if you wanna go classic, I’d do a Spicy Italian on white bread. If you wanna be adventurous, we just added the Jalapeño Buffalo Chicken Club," he said. "But, if you wanna get crazy awesome, I can put on some Zeppelin and make you something special of my own design.”

He colored that last option with a gesture of his hand, a flourish, if you will. You tilted your head at him and smiled.

“Okay. Surprise me, Sandwich Man.”

Priestly snorted while he washed his hands again. “Sounds like the lamest superhero ever.”

“With his death-defying salami summoning powers,” you quipped, with a giggle that had him smiling as well.

“Nice alliteration,” he said. And he made a show of tying his apron back on. “Don’t worry, ma’am. Your late-night hoagie is safe with me.”

You tried to stifle another laugh while he worked his magic. From bread to meats and cheeses and toppings, Priestly was a master of his craft. He had that 12” hero wrapped and sliding across the counter towards you in record time.

“I call this the ‘Miracle,’” he winked. “You’ll see why. But that’ll be $10 even.”

You nodded and turned to the purse on your hip. You opened up the little velvety thing, but your face fell when all you found was your keys, not your credit card.

“No.” Your heart dropped into your stomach. You opened your purse wider and flipped through the satin insides, but you saw that it was empty. “You’ve gotta be shitting me. I know I had my wallet in here…”

And then it dawned on you.

“That fucking asshole,” you growled.

Priestly’s eyes widened. “Uh…”

Your head snapped up to his. “I had a different purse picked out for tonight. You know, one that actually had my wallet in it? But my know-it-all boyfriend had the nerve to say, ‘That one’s too shiny, looks kinda cheap. This is a restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, not a hooker hangout.’ Can you believe that?”

Priestly blinked in confusion, but he realized that in your purse shuffling, you had no way to pay for this amazing sandwich he’d just concocted.

And now, you actually had the beginnings of frustrated tears in your eyes as you took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m so sorry,” you said. “I can’t—I can’t pay for this. I don’t have my wallet… Hold on, let me see if he’ll…”

You held up a finger and started dialing manically on your phone. You held it up to your ear and waited. Your tears sprang forth anew when the line just kept ringing until it sent you to voicemail. 

“Figures,” you scoffed. “The one time I actually need this douchebag to answer, he ignores me!”

You slammed the phone down on the counter and covered your face with your hand as you sniffled. Priestly softened with sympathy. You seemed to be having a harder night than he thought.

He slid the sandwich your way, making you raise your head.

“It’s okay. This one’s on the house,” he said. “Looks like you could use a pick-me-up.”

Your watery eyes met his. “Really? You don’t have to…”

“No worries,” he replied, giving you a bit of charm in his grin. “I’ll even throw in a soda. Lady’s choice.”

Your lower lip trembled, but you were able to smile. With a quiet thank you, you wiped under your eyes carefully so your mascara wouldn’t run. Then you grabbed a Coke from the machine along with your sandwich from the counter.

“Do you mind if I eat here?” you asked, gesturing at one of the tables. “I promise I won’t leave a mess. I know you’re trying to close up.”

Priestly waved a dismissive hand. “Sure. Don’t worry about it.”

He went around the counter to take up his mop and continue where he left off in the cleaning process. But he couldn’t help but eye you every now and then. Curiosity was starting to eat him alive.

Had your boyfriend just dumped you here? Had you gone off alone? Somehow, he couldn’t see the first option happening. If you were his girlfriend, he would do his best not to let you walk away angry at him, let alone this late at night, without any money or even your ID.

“Are you coming from a party or something?” he found himself asking. You looked up from your second bite of the sandwich. You’d looked to have been truly enjoying it, uttering a moan that’d caught his attention.

“No,” you chuckled humorlessly around a mouthful of bread. “I was supposed to meet his parents. His rich, very bougie, hyper-critical parents. Somehow it didn’t occur to me that he was just like them.”

Priestly paused and leaned on his mop. He was hesitant, not wanting to disturb you while you were eating, but he was too damn hooked.

“So…what happened?” he asked. You scoffed and took another massive bite of your sandwich.

“Okay, you want to hear this? Fine,” you began. “So, I’m a stress eater by nature. Let’s just start with that.”

“Who isn’t?” Priestly supplied. Pursing your lips, you raised a black olive at him in a thank you gesture.

“But when I tell you I spent three months depriving myself to fit into this dress. No carbs, cheese, chocolate, or happiness.”

He grimaced. “That’s no way to live.”

“Exactly!” you concurred. “But I did all that so my boyfriend would have nothing to say when I finally met his parents for this dinner—to celebrate him graduating from med school.”

Priestly found himself dimming inside. Not only were you spoken for, but you were with a future doctor, no less. The only title Priestly had to his name was Sandwich Man.

“It started with the purse thing when he picked me up. Then when we get there, he keeps telling me how stuffy his dad is and how judge-y and critical his mom can be and how I’m a reflection on him,” you mocked in an impression of his voice.

“Then I find myself second-guessing every word that might come out of my mouth, and I’m too nervous to even eat the $60 plate of Chilean sea bass in front of me, and not to mention, there’s a glass of wine in my hand. I don’t even like wine!”

By now, it was all Priestly could do to keep up with your verbal spitfire. You were also gesticulating wildly with your sandwich the more worked up you got.

“I mean, I’m saying things I don’t say, and suddenly I realize that I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots for this man, I don’t even recognize myself,” you confessed. Your eyes lit up with a gleam of clarity. Your hands lowered down to the table, and after a beat, you continued eating.

“But then my boyfriend of over a year turns to me and says, ‘Why are you being so weird and frigid?’” you said. You met Priestly’s eyes. “I just, I got so mad. I wanted to choke him out with my napkin, you know?”

He bit his lip to stifle a laugh.

“So instead of violence, I grabbed the glass of pinot noir, or chardon-perignon-whatever-the-fuck, and I poured it in his lap,” you concluded. “Then I walked out. And I ignored his calls. And I kept walking. Then a nice guy made me a sandwich.”

Priestly had to smile at that. He knew there was a Ritz-Carlton in the area, but that had to be almost a mile down the street. You’d walked a long way in those crazy-ass heels.

He propped his mop against a nearby table and sat down across from you. He shook his head in wonderment. And inside, your words kind of rattled him.

I’ve wrapped myself up in so many knots, I don’t even recognize myself.

“You know, sometimes I really, really wish I was gay,” you said, gesturing at his shirt.

“O-Oh…really?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. “I’m a quick study. I could learn to eat pussy.”

If he had been drinking something, he would’ve spat it out. He mentally fumbled for a moment before he could articulate a response.

“Well, I don’t doubt you, but it can be an acquired taste. Though I happen to like it,” he replied, grinning mostly to himself. He didn’t even think about how it might come out though.

As soon as he realized what he was saying to a perfect stranger, his eyes widened and met yours.

"Uh, sorry," he said.

But you just chortled in amusement. Your blush intensified though, along with your smile as you took a sip of your soda.

“You’re uh…you’re pretty awesome,” he said. And he meant that.

You blinked in surprise. Your lips twitched upwards, a blush rosy in your cheeks.

“Yeah?” you asked. His smile deepened.

“Yeah,” he replied. “And for the record, I know I just met you, but…I wouldn’t change a thing.”

Your face softened with a certain shyness, but you smiled at him through your lashes.

“Well, I appreciate that…” you trailed, realizing you didn’t yet know his name.

“Priestly,” he offered, along with his hand across the table. You slipped your smaller hand in his and gave him your name.

Though you quirked a brow at him. “Priestly? That’s your first name?”

Now it was his turn to get a little embarrassed.

“Uh, no,” he said, his gaze falling from yours. He scratched the back of his head, under the blue mohawk.

“Oh. What is it, then?” you asked.

“You don’t want to know,” he chuckled wryly.

“I think I do, or I wouldn’t be asking,” you countered. Your smile was playful though. Disarming, even.

“It’s um, it’s Boaz,” he admitted. You tilted your head, as if swirling the name around in your head. But you didn’t say it was weird, or stupid, or too biblical. You just smiled.

“Boaz Priestly. Interesting,” you nodded. Then you wrapped up your garbage, having eaten all of your sandwich. You made sure to collect every crumb, even though he’d told you not to worry about the mess. You got up to take it to the trashcan near the door.

“How’re you getting home?” he asked.

You bit your lip. The anxiety in your eyes told him you’d been pondering that same question. You let out a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll have to walk back to the hotel, try to get a ride from my b…my ex-boyfriend. Gotta get used to saying that,” you said. “I promise I’ll pay you back for the sandwich.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was on me? Don’t worry about that,” said Priestly. “But I’ll tell you what, let me give you a ride.”

You shook your head. “Oh, thank you, but we just met, and I—”

Just then, Priestly realized how his offer sounded. He didn’t want to creep you out.

“Ah, or I can get you a cab,” he said. “I doubt you want to see that guy again tonight, do you?”

You bit your lip, smudging some of the scarlet red lipstick there. It distracted him for a moment, but he returned his gaze to your eyes.

You sighed. As much as you didn’t want to impose again, you let Priestly call you a cab. He paid for it in advance after you gave the cabbie your address. Before you got in the car, you turned to Priestly and touched his arm.

“Thank you,” you said. “I promise, I’ll come tomorrow and pay you back.”

He smiled. “You can try.”

He earned your sweet smile back, and he watched you get into the cab. He tried not to raise his hopes up, but he really did hope he’d see you tomorrow.

And yet, he should’ve known it was too good to be true.

“Maybe she got caught up at work or something,” Jen tried to console him the next day at closing, after you didn’t show up.

“It’s Sunday,” he pointed out grumpily. He continued to wipe down Table 4 of some nasty residue of mayo and pickled radish.

“You don’t know what kind of job she has,” Piper interjected. She was making a tuna salad sub on wheat for the last customer, which she then passed on to Tish at the register. “Maybe she’s in retail, or she’s in the restaurant business too—or hey, a lifeguard! This is a beach town after all.”

“Or maybe, she just played you into getting free food and a ride home,” Tish suggested, with her usual brand of cutting sarcasm. It just tended to cut a bit deeper these days, whenever it was leveled at Priestly.

The post-breakup thing had been tense and awkward for everyone, and it still hadn’t normalized just yet in their little sandwich-making ecosystem. Jen shot her friend a look though, one that told her she was being bitchy.

The problem was, she’d only voiced what Priestly was thinking anyway, deep down.

“Amazing, serendipitous things don’t happen to me, Piper,” he said. “Not anymore.” 

He continued cleaning.

Three weeks later, it happened on a Friday afternoon.

It was one of their busiest times of the week. Tish was at the register as usual, Jen was sorting through the inventory and bussing tables, and Priestly was making hero after hero like a fiend, alongside Piper. He was definitely living up to his name of Sandwich Man.

He was still able to recognize your voice near the register.

“One 12” Miracle, please,” you requested.

“Um…we don’t have that on the menu,” Tish replied. But Priestly looked over with a grin. He met your gaze, and found you smiling back at him.

Tish followed the exchange with suspicion.

“One Miracle, coming up!” Priestly called out.

He had the order ready within minutes, but he was painstaking about it, not an olive out of place. He wrapped it up nicely and walked it over to the register himself, placing it in front of you on the counter.

“Well, hi there,” he greeted.

A familiar blush spread across your face, just as endearing as he remembered. The only thing different about you so far was your clothes. No longer dressed to the nines, you were more casual in your jeans, ankle boots, and V-necked top.

In every other way, you were the same. It might’ve been making his heart trip up.

“Hi,” you said. “Got a minute, Miracle Man?”

Priestly ducked his head, hiding a more bashful smile. Before he could respond, Tish interrupted, “That’ll be $10.”

You nodded and handed her a $50 bill. She looked at you in confusion.

“The rest is a tip, for the hero makers,” you explained, glancing at both Priestly and Piper. He gave you an incredulous smile.

You little minx, he thought. He couldn’t say no if you were tipping Piper too.

But he did ask Jen to help fill in for him while he made his way around the counter to go to you. Tish just watched the scene unfold with a silent frown, like she was trying to make sense of what was happening. She always thought she’d be the first one to move on.

“Let’s talk outside. Little more privacy from the peanut gallery,” Priestly said to you, tossing a knowing glance over his shoulder. You spotted all the employees now watching you and Priestly closely.

You became a touch more shy as he led you out of the shop with a hand resting on the small of your back. You slipped your sandwich into a larger purse than last time. Then you looked up at him with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to come back here,” you said. “It got a bit…ugly, after that night.”

Priestly’s brows furrowed in concern. “Ugly?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you assured him. “Lots of shouting and empty threats, then half-assed apologies. But I’m done with all that.”

Priestly considered that with a nod. “Well, good. I’m glad to hear you’re doing better.”

You stared up at his face, and you thought he really seemed to mean that. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach, not three weeks after breaking up from a year-long relationship. Even so, the night you walked out of this shop, you felt free. Like you could breathe again.

You felt like you.

So now, you leaned up and kissed Priestly on the cheek.

His eyes widened a fraction as he stared down at you. You smiled and grasped his hand.

“Would you maybe want to…ask me out sometime?” you asked. A nervous giggle escaped you, making him smile.

“Y-Yeah, I would. If you’re sure you want me to,” he replied. In the past, maybe he would’ve let his excitement get the best of him. He’d be trying to jump at this chance. Experience had taught him not to hope too hard though. Sometimes, getting what you wished for backfired in your face.

You squeezed his hand, earning his attention.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked. Your smile became teasing before you used his words against him. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re pretty awesome. But mostly pretty.”

He had to laugh at that. Pretty was not something he’d ever been called in life. Weird, freak, try-hard goth—that was all familiar territory. His tattoos and piercings tended to bring that out in people.

But he gathered some courage and squeezed your hand back.

“Well, you’re beautiful,” he said, thumbing at your chin. His eyes met yours and got lost there for a moment. “Uh, really beautiful.”

You blushed further and bit your lower lip out of habit. It drew his gaze, and he gained a little more courage. He tilted your chin upwards, so he could find those lips easier in a kiss. Your fingers curled in the front of his shirt and brought him closer. His hand found your cheek as he angled deeper into the kiss.

Despite the chill on the air, the California sun was warm and beating down on you both.

It was the perfect day for a Miracle.

AN: How I love Priestly lol. If you liked this, let me know! 💜

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Hi hi! If you want, maybe gratefulness + blanket for stony? I’m just super soft for the thought of one of them being cold and the other bringing them a blanket to warm them up🥰 if this isn’t something you’d write, feel free to ignore this❤️

Also just want to say that I love everything you post and reblog sooo much, I always get so happy when I go to your blog💞

ahhh this is so cute. maybe tony coming home from work to take care of steve who is sick in bed ❤️

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“Tony?” Steve’s voice, thick with sleep and congestion, makes Tony look up from his phone, and he pulls his tie loose as he walks over to the bed.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Tony says, dropping down to sit beside Steve on the side of the bed. He’s down with some kind of super soldier super flu, and has had just about every cold symptom known to man over the last few days. Mostly, though, Steve’s just tired, like he needs all the rest he can get for his body and the serum to do the work of putting him back together again.

Tony had been by his side for the better part of two days until this morning. As much as he’d hated to do it, Tony had a company full of people counting on him to speak at a board meeting today, and he’d been forced to leave Steve with all the cold and flu medicine, tissues, and fluids he could fit on their bedside table.

Deep down, Tony knows he’ll be fine. Bruce and Helen had told him as much, but…

But it’s Steve and Tony can’t help but worry when it comes to Steve.

“I swear I tried not to wake you,” Tony says. He lays a hand over Steve’s forehead, and when he’s satisfied he’s sleep-warm rather than fever-warm, moves his hand down his cheek, stroking the smooth line of his cheekbone. He smiles as Steve leans into the touch. “How are you feeling?”

“I'm okay. I was mostly awake anyway,” Steve says, though he yawns hugely. “Slept all day, pretty much. Don’t know the last time I did that, but I was probably at least a hundred pounds lighter,” he continues. “How was the meeting? I missed you,” he says, voice open and vulnerable in a way Steve rarely allows himself to be.

Tony waves a hand. “Same old,” he says. “I’d rather have been here, watching sleeping beauty do his thing.”

He means it, too, as much to his own surprise as anyone else’s. He really would rather be here with Steve than just about anywhere else. The idea of it would have scared him five years ago, but now… Now it just feels right. It explains why it never worked with anyone before now.

“Is that how that movie goes?” Steve smiles up at him, his eyes crinkling just a little at the corners, and Tony has to stop and wonder how someone could make even the most dreary days feel brighter when they’re feeling as bad as Steve has the last few days.

“Something like that,” Tony shrugs. Before he can say anything else, Steve gives a full body shiver, then shoots Tony an apologetic look.

“Sorry, I’m either freezing or sweating and there’s no in between,” he explains.

“What sorry? No sorry,” Tony says, getting up and pulling a throw blanket out of the closet and stretching it out over Steve, who settles into it.

“Thanks, Tony,” Steve says, giving him a grateful look.

That’s how Tony really knows he’s sick: normally Steve would be far too stubborn to admit he needs something, even something as seemingly inconsequential as this. Now, he sighs, content, and Tony can’t help but smiles at the sight of him, tucked up in their bed like this. He can so easily imagine that small, hundred-pound version of Steve Rogers, stuck in bed with the flu, reading or drawing all winter long surrounded by his mishmash of blankets.

“What?” Steve asks, eyebrows furrowing. “What’s that look?” He already looks worn out, even though he just woke up.

Tony shakes his head, smiling slightly. “Glad to be home, that’s all. You need anything else? I can order that soup you like from the diner if you're hungry.

Steve yawns again, shaking his head. “M’good. Do need one more thing, though,” he says. He holds out a hand for Tony to come closer, then tugs on it until Tony’s sitting next to him again. “Mhm. Almost,” Steve says, shifting over in bed until there’s enough room for Tony to lay with him.

Tony’s half dressed, still in the suit pants and maroon silk shirt he wore to SI, though he slips the loose tie over his head and tosses it to the side. He slides into bed beside Steve, though, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist and curling himself up around his sick boyfriend. He feels Steve relax against him almost immediately, and knows it'll be a matter of minutes before he's out like a light again.

“Warm enough now?” Tony asks as Steve nuzzles into him, breathing already evening out.

“Mm,” Steve sighs. “Good. Warm. Glad you’re home.”

Tony is, too.