#this is EXACTLY 1000 words you have no idea how proud i am of this fact

[juniperhillpatient]

thank you SO much @missjessefantastico for the tag <3 ALSO EVERYONE READ THIS SERIES ABOUT VAMP WILLOW, THE UNDERRATED HYENA KIDS, & MORE!!! It's so good btvs fans who love underexplored ideas & characters pspspsps

20 Questions For Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 19

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 3,027,073

3. What fandoms do you write for? It's been Avatar the Last Airbender for the past few years. I have an old & probably not-good Rick & Morty fic up. Before that, I had some IT fics. I've got an orphaned fic for scream & one for house of 1000 corpses.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

the benefits of getting a flat tire this is Zuko running away from home & running right into the gaang - also uncovering some family mysteries & reconciling with Azula. modern au. it's Zukka & aw I'm nostalgic for those early days of mine in the fandom

if this were a movie this is basically an ATLA Hollywood Au. Zukka & Azutara. Past Jetko. I was happy with some of the dramatic moments in this fic.

not another high school au lord help me lmao. I'm SO sorry if you are reading this & you happen to love this fic but it's not the thing I'm most proud of. this is basically just me dipping my toes into writing ATLA modern AUs & in that sense I guess it's nostalgic? this is the fic I wrote as a newbie to the fandom just trying it out & I still do lovingly appreciate everyone who was kind & welcoming in those early days!

six feet under ATLA TVD AU MY BELOVED OMG. this is a vampire diaries au. there are no 1:1 translations but azula is damon, katara is a mix of jeremy & elena & so is sokka, zuko is stefan & YEAH. also aang is bonnie & iirc I probably even gave toph something fun to do. ozai is Katherine which is forever hilarious to me. yeah, this was a fun fic.

5. in search of glorious happenings of happenstance this fic is about nothing & everything at the same time. atla/modern world fusion with the four nations existing but also it's modern. all the atla teens/kids are going to college at ember island university & the fic takes place across a year. it's slice of life, comedy, drama, & chaos. lots of ships but I think azutara & jet/zuko/jin are probably, at the end of the day, the romances that are at the heart of this story although platonic relationships are also pretty important in this fic, IMO as much as romances. it's probably my magnum opus or something.

Do you respond to comments? yes <3 I am sometimes slow & I am not perfect but I TREASURE comments & do attempt to let people know as much. I write for myself, I post for the connections I make along the way.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the devil you know for sure. this is my atla/scream modern au. I talk about it constantly because I'm so insanely proud of it but if you don't know it's exactly what it sounds like. it's horror & tragedy that I feel really proud of & I do think those elements are at the heart of my writing passion despite me usually being a bit nervous about using them. so. I'm proud of this fic. & it has a very bittersweet ending but the tragedy is...there's a lot of tragedy. no more spoilers because I want people to read this!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? most of my fics have decently happy endings despite me claiming to prefer tragedy lol. I seem to recall the things we leave behind (mailee youtuber au with jetko & auztara. & they were roommates!) having a tooth rottingly fluffy ending lol

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really. it's happened before but it's not a big thing.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? sometimes I write the smutty scenes from my fics then save it only for myself. no you can't see. it's probably terrible. there's some shitty zucest smut of mine out there somewhere but I'm not sure it's any good & couldn't tell you where to find it lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I think the AUs I write are called "fusion" because it's more "inserting characters into another world & the characters of that world aren't a thing." but my fic the balance of things was actually a crossover with characters from both wizards of waverly place & atla interacting. also I wrote THIS one-shot that's a crossover between the game the coffin of andy & leyley & the show wizards of waverly place. I didn't post it on ao3 but I'm just saying.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  I don't think so?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have vague memories of doing this with this girl I was online friends with back in my fanfic.net days, years ago. I think it was Destiel.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? to write? I don't have one right now. I think maybe I got kinda burnt out on everything having to be about one ship or whatever rather than just telling the story & maybe that's a small part of why I'm taking a temporary break from fic writing & focusing on an original story so I'm not staying within fandom approved in parameters & I can just do whatever feels right ya know? I like Cisne's answer about any willow ship tho. me with my faves tbh hehe

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? can't think of one but I can think of fanfic ideas I'd like to return to & fully realize after I get back in the mood

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I'm okay at characterization although moving away from fanfic & working on something original has me questioning myself constantly!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'm very lazy & often neglect research. sometimes if I don't know how to explain something I just change the whole scene so i don't have to bother.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? could be neat in the right context!

19. First fandom you wrote for? probably family guy lmao

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? maybe 'in search of glorious happenings of happenstance.' I think 'the devil you know' is objectively the strongest. but happenstance is just such a specific version of the characters that's fun to me? it's one of those two that's my favorite, depending on my mood

this is very long so these tags have even less pressure than usual:

@reythespacebae @theowritesfiction @imaslowlearner-butilearn @chasingfictions @hello-nichya-here @matchamarshmallow @akiizayoi4869 @dont-leafmealone @peony-pearl @lunaintheskyforever

also, anyone who wants to do this just say I tagged you!

[pwurrz]

eiden and yakumo’s comfort dynamic part 2, electric boogaloo: aka yakumo is good at comforting eiden!!!

so, obviously, yakuei shippers know this, and i definitely know this, but it’s been observed that yakumo is 1000% willing to open up his heart to eiden if eiden opens up his in return. basically, yakumo needs a trigger to comfort, but once he has it, he’s excellent at comforting eiden, saying exactly what he needs to hear in that moment. it often plays out like this:

yakumo will be sad about something but reluctant to talk about it -> eiden reveals that he feels sad/insecure about something/knows what yakumo’s feeling/has been in yakumo’s situation before -> yakumo will pick up that eiden is feeling sad and immediately comfort him -> eiden turns that around on him and says that’s exactly what he wanted to say to yakumo, comforting yakumo while also getting him to realize that the kinder, more forgiving and understanding thoughts he has in regards to eiden is how he should feel about himself

on the surface, it can seem like eiden is giving out more comfort because he has to be vulnerable first, but he chooses to be open and honest with yakumo. he has absolutely no problem sharing his insecurities with yakumo because he knows yakumo will comfort him in return, but also feel better about himself. and that’s typically how their comfort dynamic works.

until!!!!!

incognito cafe, despite only being an sr card, had a lot of character development for yakumo!! he willingly steps up to work at the cafe as a barista in order to get the clues eiden, rei, and blade need. he had been practicing making coffee for a short while before this, so he did get something out of the experience, but he was technically working two jobs, one that required him to constantly deal with people, while having social anxiety. and he handles this very well!!

yakumo’s found out that the process of brewing coffee is very calming and grounding for him. when he’s struggling to will himself to interact with someone he had a slightly negative interaction with previously, he calms himself by remembering how he feels when he brews coffee. and because he was able to calm himself down so well, the interaction goes smoothly!!

so, where am i going with this?? well, eiden obviously notices the shift in yakumo’s behaviour. and while he’s proud that yakumo is handling himself so well, he gets taken aback when for the first time, yakumo shows restraint and doesn’t immediately start having sex with eiden, despite his best attempts to lure yakumo in. he’s so used to yakumo giving in and doing whatever eiden wants him to do, that his sudden refusal and insistence on being patient almost seems like.. a rejection of eiden’s advances.

eiden gets insecure about the idea of not being able to tease and fluster yakumo, to make him blush bright red with only a few words. that’s the norm for them, it’s how it always has been, and it shows how much yakumo cares for eiden and values his opinion and praise. a sudden change like this, the idea of one day not being able to make yakumo flustered anymore.. i can only imagine how eiden’s mind might misinterpret yakumo’s actions and intentions.

and while eiden says this casually, almost playfully in the way he usually does when he talks about things during sex, yakumo immediately picks up on the meaning behind his words. and you know how he responds??

yakumo immediately comforts eiden, proving his insecurities wrong without eiden even having to say them out loud. he isn’t doing this because he’s rejecting eiden in any way!!! he still cares for eiden immensely, he cares about what eiden thinks of him just as much as he did before!!! the reason he’s resisting eiden’s advances, making him wait and refusing to be swayed by eiden’s teasing and flirtatious behaviour, is because he wants to make eiden feel good. he’s doing this for eiden’s sake. he doesn’t ever want eiden to think he’ll get tired of him, because that’s simply not true!!!!

because yes, while yakumo’s grown so much within the time he’s gotten to know eiden, he’s gained independence and confidence and learned how to calm himself down, he still craves eiden’s attention. he still wants eiden to look out for him, to support him, and to catch him when he falls. because he loves eiden, dearly.

yakumo’s love is fierce and passionate and unconditional. and if eiden doubts that love for even a second, yakumo’s right there to remind him just how wrong he is. he will never outgrow his love for eiden, ever.

[sadiahakim]

Hi, Listen, this is my last message from this account. I've this bad trait to behave nice with some certain people. That's I think is okay for me, because neither I care their words to that extent nor I care people themselves the way you might have seen in this society. It's not only you- like, that's okay for me the way you behave. I mean again and again and again, yeah you are doing because I am just keep pushing but okay, say one kinda thing. Now this message again would be sorry a bit harder to digest as you are just gonna look at my words. Even though already I've been telling you a lot that how I do things and how not. One thing from yesterday, when you wrote that thing, somebody telling me who haven't been in my shoes... It's way down statement in itself. Like, okay don't see through my eyes. Just look upon your standard at once. Ask yourself, ask once: you as a writer is writing a thing but for whom? not everybody is gone through your shoes... and why are you writing that one thing that you can't hear an opposite opinion about it? and isn't writer suppose to write a thing that correlates to society and nor just their own laces and shoes thing? (I am not saying that this is the only thing) and, writer however never says: "Jo mjhy pata he wo ap ko nhi pata..." haha, they give a nice explanation whatsoever. This is a screenshot. The only purpose for this screenshot is to tell you that, who you do think your intellect is nothing... It's not a thing of proud anyway, the way you do. These are billionaires and they have been building billions and they have worked in big companies... ap ko pata he, ye ap ka kasoor nhi he. ye society kasoor he. Q? ye dekh lain Q... ye opar wo keh rhy hain k an k liye Uber or Twitter fazool ka idea tha. Hmmmm Lakin wo fazool k idea ki kya worth he aj? Yha py ap ko difference of opinion ki bat kr rha hun. Jab wo atny successful (in specific terms only) ye assumptions bnaty hain an ki fields ki, they don't say words like "I am the one and only." Guess the society's problem? Very fragile and fake standard of intellectual. Mujhy nhi idea k ap kis education system and school sy a rhi hain, but agar to ap kisi bhi education system and school specifically from Pakistan, a rhi hain to chor dain, door ki bat he k ap an arguments py as trah sy lain jis trah sy me keh rha hun. Just learn to have your own thing and live with it happily even if 1000 people rejects it, and even if 1000 oppose your thing and accept them as well... ahhhh, I am not gonna say a lot of things but your a certain behavior have been a problem for me. I said okay I will not let it invade but I think there's no other way. Ap ny wo chez jis py mjhy shuba tha bas sabit kr hi dia k nhi, there's no chance. and that thing is, if there's really a person with broad and broader mind. (abhi tak ki discussions sy idea ho ga kis type k broad ki bat kr rha.) And, please... you now saying that, in this last post... people think world around themselves... hey listen!!! gir' I am the person that you will not find from millions and if I stand in front of you for the first time with only this experience online only, you will get exactly an idea that I am that person... this is, this is how much clear my identity and different is from this society. and you calling and saying k me samjh rha hu k sirf me hi hun jo ap ko messages krta hun??? ya sirf mery hi messages aty hain ap ko??? Hahaha, dekho. jitny marzi aty hoon messages. ye ho nhi skta k ap mery message ko kisi or k sath relate kr do. second thing... why, what's the purpose of faking that you didn't know that it was me??? all the times??? Sadia, I ignore things on purpose... okay... you MashaAllah also have this mindset somewhere, and I know it's all my mistake from the beginning that, I am after a girl who's only breath and heart beat is proper working and nothing else... han, me words jo bhi use kr rha hu lakin ap ka nearby hi perspective he about me... acha he... It is my last message. I thought to write that 2nd part of that thing, but don't have time yet.

Sadia, Luna please raise your standard in this regard. Okay

as sab py silence bhi ho skta he... ho skta he na? k me response hi nhi kro or try kro k chezy manage ho jayin??? Han,,, manipulations hain, jitni marzi kr lain... me ny jab socha k nhi krni to abhi tak dobara nhi socha k krni ya nhi krni... ap k standards jo marzi ho manipulation k, agar ap ny waqie koi real me identification he to well he, magar me yahi khu k ye asan game nhi he beharehal...

Please, me phir bohot lamba likh dia. Ab 10 chezy ap ko pasand nhi ani mery text me. I am sorry, got to go. Can't explain. MashaAllah samjhdar hain ap, or chezo ko judge krti hain to ye koi difficult nhi jo me ny kha agar ap positive lenses sy dekhy. and please, mery dill sy request he k maaf kr dijye ga lakin ye koi as trah ki oat patang si post nhi upload kijye ga jis me again wo hi chez ho... i just am unable to hold then myself back... literally bta rha hun. I am not gonna message you again, at least from this account or me phir yahi he k tumblr hi chor skta hu but will not message you again... Be happppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

💘 Heart with Arrow

💝 Heart with Ribbon

💖 Sparkling Heart

💗 Growing Heart

💓 Beating Heart

💞 Revolving Hearts

💕 Two Hearts

💟 Heart Decoration

❣️ Heart Exclamation

💔 Broken Heart

❤️‍🔥 Heart on Fire

❤️‍🩹 Mending Heart

❤️ Red Heart

🧡 Orange Heart

💛 Yellow Heart

💚 Green Heart

💙 Blue Heart

💜 Purple Heart

🤎 Brown Heart

🖤 Black Heart

ye jitny sary bhi hain, sary ap k liye... an k meanings ka mjhy kuch idea nhi he lakin hain sary hearts hi. Thanks 😘

That's how rapist are born. They can't control their urge after KNOWING GIRLS EXIST. THEY COME FROM DIFFERENT IDS AND EVEN EMAILS TO SHIT. I HAVEN'T EVEN READ THESE TEXTS BUT DISGUSTING. I WONDER HOW YOUR MOM SISTERS ARE GONNA STAY SAFE. AND I PITY THE GIRL WHO WILL GET MARRIED TO GUYS LIKE THIS AND THE DAUGHTERS BORN IN SUCH PEOPLE'S HOUSE. PURE MISERY FOR THEM. A GENUINE QUESTION. SINCE YOU DON'T HAVE SHAME REGARDING GIRLS AND BOYS AND BOUNDARIES, I AM WORRIED WILL YOU FORCE THEM TO BECOME PROSTITUTES OR WHAT?

[taeyamayang]

Hey hey hey! Sorry for the late reply but I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING!! literally when you @‘d me the Ray Bradbury quote I was like “welp that’ll do it” and finished the kuroo Drabble. It’s def not my fav but it’s a start! After I wrote that I wrote a Yams story that was originally gonna be a part of a different series that I scrapped. But I really like the idea so I made it a one-shot. I really like it and am proud of it!! I just hope by the time you read this someone else besides me has read it 😅. I don’t Necessarily want it to blow up or anything but starting out as a fanfic writer is hard. How did you do it?

About the books thing growing up I lived with my grandparents and wasn’t really connected to the internet like kids my age were until like 8 (which is still v young but I grew up kinda fast so 8 was like 13 to me I guess) so I just read a lot cause we didn’t have much to do (and talking to people was hard- so books it was) besides watch the same old movies on VHS and play with Polly pockets. A lot of my toys were my aunts who was like a decade older than me as well. All of that was some of the reasons I identified a lot with the gen before me and I remember talking with my (other) aunt whose like nine years older and her friend reminiscing about when they were kids and I was like “ahh I remember those” and she’s like gIRL HOW U WERE LIKE TWO😭 fanfic has ruined actual books for me. Not saying fanfic is way better, and I still like to read actual books, but why get invested in all these new characters when you can read about the ones you already know and love? And plus it’s more convenient then actually carrying a book around.

OOH REMEMBER WHEN I TOLD YOU HOW I ALWAYS GET HIT WITH BALLS AND YOU WERE LIKE HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD FANFIC IDEA? well that’s not exactly how it happened but guess what! I’m writting it! I have 630 words down so far so I know it’s at least gonna hit the 1000 mark at the rate I’m going. I’m so excited for you to read it!! Also I may take you up on the editing or what’s it called Beta reading? Where people read it over and give the ok to post? I was gonna do that with the Yams one shot but I was too excited! I will absolutely keep u in mind tho, thank you!!!

And for the thing about the schools and the pillows…I CANT BELIEVE I WAS RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK??? that is so wild to me omg. Also American tv is fucking weird when it comes to sex. Like when I was in high school only a few people had sex and it wasn’t a big deal? I mean I was very introverted and wasn’t popular so I might not be the best resource but still. Maybe it’s a newer thing not to care as much about sex with a more body positive gen or wherever but I don’t really think peer pressure or anything was a big deal. Honestly? Peer pressure in general barely exists anymore. Adults were always like “say no to peer pressure” when it was just one guy offering weed or whatever and a person saying nah and that was IT. I think there was more pressure in feeling left out if anything. The media is so weird portraying teens but we gotta remember- these are old people writting and producing these shows. They also get paid to make it dramatic and not realistic.

I hope everything worked out with your ex boyfriend/boyfriend! And I totally don’t think you are ranting and if you are, shot just call me a therapist LMAO. dating is so fucking messy. Everyone expects it to be certain kind of way and they get anxious when it’s not. People gotta learn that relationship differ for everyone and it’s ok to break up and move on when you feel like things aren’t working out! There doesn’t have to be hard feelings or anything either idk why society has to make breaking up so messy- I know it can be and things don’t always end well but they can end normally and you don’t need to feel bad about doing what’s best for both of y’all. Staying in a relationship that doesn’t feel right Is just bad for both parties. Then again, I’ve never really been in a relationship and I’m still a virgin because I’m demisexual and that strong connection is vital and I’m too fucking busy with my own shit to get that. But I think what I said still stands. Bruh I’ve been reading so much fanfic and while reading I’m like “wow this shit would never happen to me and my shy ass” bUT I STILL WANT A MEET CUTE!!! but I have to remember that I’m reading about anime men who are too good to be real LMAO. I have high standards ig. Finding a partner is gonna be fun. Also I know what you mean when you said being Intimate is hard because girls are taught to always say no to sex for multiple reasons. A. Religion and purity for being a female and slut shaming and B. R*pe and sexual assault. Like I listen to too many true crime stories! I know the statistics! And people just hook up with others??? Wtf??? Idk this might just be my demisexual ass but no thank youuuu

BRO I WISH I HAD SMALL FEET! THEY DONT MAKE CUTE SHOES FOR BIG ASS FEET LIKE MINEEEE. When I was a freshman I learned about how having small feet was attractive in china and how they would bind the feet of women to have small cute feet but I never heard of small feet being lucky. I did hear about big feet meaning big- uh I assume you know where I’m going with that.

I don’t read my journal that much cuz ig makes me wanna cry but I do read it when I feel particularly down. I still have contact with Kylie (I think I called her that- since i used fake names for them both) but we don’t talk much. Sadly I don’t have Daias number which makes me so sad cuz I miss her dearly.

Ok so the murder in my town was kinda on brand for it??? OK LEMME EXPLAIN. I live in an upper middle class town with good schools and such so a lot of wealthy families move here. Some areas of this town are more fancy than others (the farther away from downtown you are- i happen to live pretty close to downtown but ANYWAYS) even some big celebrities mentioned wanting to move here. my town has a pretty uppity spoiled reputation because of that. Like most of the crimes around here are from spoiled brats that get bored and do drugs or rob people. The culprit of this case was spoiled by his mother in every degree as a child and refused to be independent and when his mom cut him off he killed both of his parents and his one sister and her husband (bc the sister kept telling him and Their mom that he needs to get a life.) the sister and her husband live in the town over so technically it didn’t just happen in the town i live in (but!!! My old residental school was IN THAT TOWN! not the same area since they lived in the nice mansion part but still.) I also got lunch with my old teacher (the one with the books) and told her about the case and she original thought I was talking aBOUT A DIFFERENT MURDER! THAT HAPPENED EVEN CLOSER TO ME IN MY TOWN. she’s like “oh is it the case where the lady drowned her kids in the bathtub?” LIKE IM SORRY- WHAT??? she like “oh yeah it happened a lil while ago tho. The college bought the house and now they use it for administration or something since no one wanted to move there.” THIS IS THE SAME COLLEGE RIGHT DOWNTOWN!!! I PROBABLY WALKED PAST IT BEFORE WHEN I GOT LOST GETTING CUPCAKES. ok quick side note- my high school was downtown and we had free lunch where we can go off campus for food and I decided I wanted a cupcake from this cupcake place not that far from the school. Since I didn’t wanna be late I pulled up my old friend google maps to take me back the quickest way- THAT WAS A BAD IDEA!!!!! I ended up wayyyyy out of downtown and into this weird residental housing street soooo far away. I ended up calling my mom like “moooommmm…. I think I’m lost.” And she was like ???? “Aren’t u at school???” THEN I HAD TO SEND MY ADRESS AND SHE PICKED ME UP. I WAS SITTING ON THE SIDEWALK ALL ALONE AND SAD. I WAS LIKE 16!!! my mom wasn’t even mad LMAO. She just sighed and told me to get in. It was a good cupcake tho. ANYWAY BACK TO MURDER- apparently one of her students parents got murdered too or something like a decade ago… LET ME JUST RESTATE THAT I LIVE IN THE MOST PICKET FENCE UPPITY TOWN EVER. I know what I’m saying makes it look all shady but the town i live in is one of the safest towns in the country- let alone my state. It just goes to show a lot of shady things happen when you aren’t looking for them. A quick google search goes a looooong way if you know what I mean- hopefully that doesn’t scare you if it did I’m so sorryyyy lol.

I’ve heard a lot about some famous cases from Japan, like the one about the little girl that killed her classmate (THAT SOUNDS SO BAD OUT OF CONTEXT WTF) or the Kyoto Anime massacre and the Junko Furuta case. The last two are very interesting to me in different ways. The first because I’ve never heard of anything like that happening before and the outcome is very unique? If that is the right word and just different from other arson cases when it comes to the motive and even the aftermath is different, like the perpetrator being the first person to receive a full body artificial skin graft. And because Kyoto Animations is a very big anime company which produced movies and shows that I- a person so far away- has watched before. And the Junko Furuta case was one of the few cases that ever made me cry and stuck with me for a while (that makes me seem so cold blooded I just don’t cry often because when I do EVERYTHING comes out) - but it was some of the most gruesome shit I have ever heard. I feel like the way I’m mentioning them is kinda disrespectful but I don’t want to go into detail about them because A. It’s really depressing for a tumblr ask and B. I wouldn’t do the stories justice. You also probably know about them anyway since you also like true crime and live closer geographically but if not I heard both of these cases from the YouTuber I mentioned a few times before Elenor Neale. Junkos case is kind of similar to one that happened here about a girl named Sylvia Likens, just in terms of sheer brutality.

OK THATS ENOUGH MURDER! but I wish I lived closer to Japan, since my mom told me she’d take me there after I graduated at some point- but she needs to get on a smaller plane first since she’s never been on one and the first one she’s going on will not be the 14 hour flight to Japan. So now I’m kinda just waiting and saving up lol.

I believe you did tell me about hearing voices in your house! Very spooky indeed. One time in a different house, a doll appeared on my bed out of nowhere (apparently it was my aunts who gave me to Polly pockets so that part wasn’t that weird) but the doll had a gold necklace with a smiley face pendant with a big round nose. Everyone says they never seen it before and honestly? I believe them. I have no idea where it came from and I held it close to me (bc spooky things are cool) until my little sister got jealous and broke it smh.

OOOH IM SO EXCITED ABOUT YOUR STICKER BUSINESS!!! IT SOUNDS SO COOL! I don’t play Genshin myself but my best friend does so I know some things about it. Her fav character is childe so I know zhongli and how he’s a god of some sort that childe buys everything for. I know there is a best friend duo and one of them hunts ghosts (bc my bestie said they remind her of us) and i know that childe calls everyone comrade and he’s a fatui harbringer with a little brother who thinks he is a toy maker. Oh and pimon (I think is her name) is annoying and Klee is cute and makes bombs. Oh there’s also Ito who’s like an Oni that’s a himbo and Thoma (I like him a lot. He’s cute) with the lil doggo! Your Zhongli sticker is so cute!!!

I’m also glad you take time to chat with me!! It makes me so happy whenever I get these messages. I hope you like my writting! By the time you get this my bokuto fic should be out!!!

And here! Take some cat pics as a treat!

i'm back with a communicable brain. dude, would you believe that i am building a sleigh.. a freaking life sized santa sleigh for christmas?? it's for community competition and i was tasked to build a sleigh and 9 reindeers. ugh, it's fun but very tiring i might be able to show you the sleigh the next time i write to you.

i read feline antics and kuroo in your fic is canon!! omg lol and when you mentioned about yams fic i was like "wait...why is the fic not on my dash (considering that i have few mutuals/following)." then it turns out I DIDN'T FOLLOW YOU?? WHAT THE HECK i swear i thought i did last time i read feline antics but my pea brain forgot or thought i did (i'm very forgetful if you hadn't catch on yet. might as well name myself dori ffs) anyway, so i followed you and saw your yams fic and holy shit??? 6k?? DUDE 6K?? woah, i am so so proud of you because i remember you mentioned to me before that you couldn't write anything/one shots because you always tend to drop them off or left them unfinishes bUT 6K?? DAAAMN. i really like the way you portrayed yamaguchi's anxiety because it's raw, heartfelt in a way that i could feel his worries through your writing. i'm sorry if this entire paragraph is a commentary about your recent works gsmsbsns lol and about beta reading... ARE YOU SURE?? ME?? WHAT AM I?? kidding but i'm always down maybe we can talk over it on discord if you have one (i rarely open my dms here bc opening dms means opening notifications and if im not in the right mood to check notifs i tend to forget to reply to comments, ask games, etc. aghh you know that gsnsbs)

how i started out as a fic writer is not actually a plan lmao after watching haikyuu i reopened my dying tumblr blog bc i know that great artists thrive here so i wanted to check out artworks of haikyuu. then, i saw that a number of blogs writes for haikyuu and i was like "wow fics are still a thing here on tumblr, huh." then i tried writing my own and took my tendency to daydream about my fixations to my advantage. i love thinking about how these set of characters react to a situation (this prolly the reason why i took up psychology as a major lol i love observing people and their personality and behavior) then out of whim i posted. not really thinking of numbers or feedbacks, i posted bc i know that only a few people will get to see it so there are less judgments on me since i'm a beginner writer on this platform. then, as i kept posting more and more people came to my blog. and although now, i still am not a huge blog, it's always good to keep a mindset that you're writing for yourself (tho numbers are rewarding, we get that) and that the people who read your works doesn't know you. you can't be judged based on your writing bc that's just one side of who you are and it also comforts me to think that there people who genuinely enjoy my work. i'll be lying if i say that there are no times where my priorities lean towards writing for my audience. i did at one point but ended on a writer's block lol. if you keep it that way you'll end up burntout (this happened to me too before heh). so, in short, i started writing just because i can and i didn't really thought about the negative things people will think of me, i just did bc i enjoyed it. also, i think consistency plays a huge role in thisㅡnot only to keep people engaged but also to keep writing as a habit. if you make it a habit, your writing gets better and better. that's just based on my experience lol. alsooo tho one year of writing here is still a short-time, i have never encountered anyone calling me a shitty writer and to stop writing because my words are useless and childish LOL what i'm trying to say is worries about people judging you and your work doesn't happen often and if that ever happens, they're the problem, never yours. so yeah i keep that in mind too. AND if that ever happens to you, i'll be on the frontline defending you. leave the roasting to me lol.

about the tv shows and sex (i feel like i have to at least give a topic beforeni start a paragraph bc i reply SO LATE that i feel like you might have forgotten what we were talking about) i agree! it's more of the pressure of being left out. one is pressured to hangout after school because of the fear of not being included in a group. tho i was peer pressure to kiss someone in class for fun but i was like "uhm, nope!" so i made a petty (i think wise *wink*) excuse of going to the comfort room first before doing it but what i did was i went straight home without telling anyone. i am not doing that for their entertainment lol 💀and that's cool kids for you 💀

OH! ex boyfriend... uh.. it's a girlfriend 🤣 everything worked well so thanks! we broke up lmaooooo welp it's for the best. im onto finding a better match i guess lol bruuhh i get the strong connection but besides that i also want someone to balance me out. i'm literally just a speck of dust sometimes, you know floating and minding my own business aka my fixations and hobbies in life. kudos to you tho! you give spot on advice. i mean having zero experience is okay when you give out relationship advices bc to me i think that's a fresh perspective.

yeah, small feet are lucky. small faces are pretty. button noses are pretty. small curvy lips are pretty. everything has to be small to be lucky or pretty but eyes... IT HAS TO HUGE AND DOE-LIKE i swear to fucking god the beauty standard here is ridiculous tho people my age dont usuallu give a fuck about it lol but the older generations OH THEY DO but that doesnt matter we were taught to respect elders and their opinions (as part of our culture) but that doesn't mean we will up to their unrealistic expectations. oh just to mention to you! when i was a kid i was pretty active. i play outside a lot and i love ride my bicycle and do races with my friends. one time my aunt (my father's sister) warned me of not "playing too much" bc my calves will develop man like muscles and it's not a good for a girl to have calf muscles because if i wear a dress and heeled shoes it will show. i was i think 8 or 9 and i was like... sOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT so i went to my mom and told her about it and she was like "what?! she told you that?! that's an exaggeration! just keep cycling or running, don't mind her." (my mom doesnt really care about physical looks whereas my aunts-dad side CARE A LOT) they don't even like women wearing clothes that are too revealing so what i did was i wore a tube on a relative's birthday party. they cant call me out bc they know my dad doesnt care (he even buys me cropped tops) and my mom too. anyway, so yes small ankles and calves are a thing too. IT'S RIDICULOUS I SWEAR.

oh god the murders in your town?? THAT SOUNDS LIKE FROM AMERICAN HORROR STORY OR SMTH. is it not weird that the college bought where the murder took place? like if i were to study there i'll be thinking about it a lot... actually... that sounds a bit like my uni... not exactly my uni but the place where my uni sits. so my country was under a colony before (war times and all that) and the city where my uni is the main city where the locals and foreigners interacted during 1800s and since the woke locals are against the colonization, a lot of them were shot, killed, and thrown to the nearby river. and if you take a few strides from my uni there's like an underground tunnel recently discovered that turned into a tourist spot. it's downright creepy because the way down to the tunnel and the tunnel itself is sketchy tight, the way/tunnel leads to a huge boxed underground like a deadend. my friends and i went afterclass and when we reached the dead end we looked up and see like a railing(?) idk how to describe it but other tourists were shock that people are piling underground and they can see us. apparently, that hole used to be a prison for locals who fought for our freedom (and other criminals too) they were kept and stuck undergound, left them there to die (die of starvation and stuff). it was creepy bc i was literally standing where almost hundreds of people died and i didn't know. we only knew of it when we reached the dead end. as it turns out, there are many other tunnels with the same structure near the place. sooo yeah.

omg speaking of the two japanese murders you mentioned i dont know about them so ill check it out!! and about your cupcake incident OMG THATS SO CUTE WTH IM SORRY FOR LAUGHIN but i just think its adorable that you ended up lost for a good cupcake. cant blame you tho i loveee a good cupcake. where you able to get back in class without an earful?

ahhhh i live near japan but i can't fly there yet bc of school (but since i graduated who knows heh). you know how crazy asian schools are? yes, they're crazy. so my family and i barely have time to travel outside of the country without taking a week off from school. we traveled once before to two countries it was hongkong and vietnam but i had to file a one week leave (it was tedious with all the papers i have to submit and all that ugh) and thank god that one week is just school festival week so i didnt miss anything besides the fun. that was in elementary but came middle school and high school.. heckkk after class study sessions is real like the one in anime especially if you're a senior. i remember my mom's friend being a math teacher so every summer i go to their place to train my skills in math and i'm begging my mom not to drop me off to their place 💀 imagine spending summer solving math problems HA! still, i'm never the best in math lol

thanks for the wishes i hope to launch my sticker shop soon apparently i hae forgotten my skills on photoshop HA HA HA and i'm trying to recall my lessons on it BUT FUCKKK anyway you a lot for someone who doesnt play genshin if you ever plan on playing it soon let me know!! i would love to know (its funny how you mentioned almost all daddies of genshin bc saaaame ughh childe supreme sugardaddy and a meme)

here are some haikyuu stickers i made recently it isnt final yet butttt here have a look!

WHY ARE YOUR CATS SO PHOTOGENIC?? THEYRE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL AND SOOO CALMING TO LOOK AT!! THATS UNFAIR bc momo knows when a cam is pointed at her and she just runs away. and the huge pikachu too!! I WANT THAT AAAHHH

here have momo sitting on the sleigh im working on hehe

sorry for the long wait but i lovee writing to you whenever i receive a message from you i get all excited! you're a good communicator and thanks for waiting for my replies since i take eons to do so. i hope you keep writing!! i'll always be here to support a friend and a fellow writer. cheers!

[rosyjuly]

another installment of George-as-Prince of Wales that @prettydangrotten and I have been obsessing about, which was also inspired by this masterpiece by @baking-soda. a sort-of-prequel to this gorgeous fic.

George really should’ve asked for the agenda for his weekly PR meeting.  Or at least he should’ve suspected something was awry when his father walked through the door the butlers oh so carefully opened for him and George had to scramble to his feet in surprise. The king hasn’t attended one of these since George became of age. 

But truth to be told, he’s been a tad aloof with his duties, preoccupied about what to get Alex whose birthday is coming up. Well, it isn’t coming up so much as it’s two days from now, already, and George still hasn’t figured out what to get him. “Nothing,” Alex always shrugs when George asks him what he wants. Or: “Just spend some time with you, babe,” which is even more devastating, because the only way they can do that is in the little flat George rents for them, and it’s only a matter of time until Alex will start feeling like the walls are closing in on them. 

Now Cordelia is handing out leather folders to the eight of them spread almost evenly around the large, polished oak table. George takes it with a quiet thank you and a nod, watches the king wait for his advisor to accept two binders and offer one to him. A sudden rush of cold apprehension runs down George’s spine. His fingers are itching to open the folder and look at its contents, whatever they are. 

“Your Majesty, your Highness,” Cordelia does the tiny yet elegant curty she has perfected over the last two decades. The king sits there, motionless, watching her with cold eyes. “Thank you for incorporating this meeting into your schedules. Let us begin, I shall not keep you too long. Please open your binders and thank you, again, Harrison, for compiling the brief.” 

George flips the folder open. It’s about thirty pages, give or take, which wouldn’t be that unusual. On the first page, right above the 1 and the miniature crown printed in gold, there are twenty portraits, neatly organized in five rows. Under the pictures, names and ages and titles, letters and numbers and abbreviations blurring together as George’s eyes dampen. 

Cordelia is talking, must have been for a while. George makes himself look up at her, nods to show that he’s listening. He can feel the king’s eyes on him like a chokehold. 

“With your twenty-fifth birthday approaching, Sir, it might be time we start discussions about your marriage prospects,” Cordelia is saying, her voice as dispassionate as ever. “Upon your Majesty’s request, we have selected the twenty most suitable options, based on status, age and accomplishments. You may find the preference matrix attached as Appendix A, should you wish to examine it.” 

George does not, but he can do nothing but nod seriously. And along he nods as they present the twenty women, all from noble families, all well-educated, their long hair carefully curled into perfect waves, their pale skin adorned with tasteful makeup and family heirlooms. Sophia, a polo enthusiast, is of course to be distinguished from Sofia, who studied Law at Oxford. There is a headache building behind George’s temple just from trying to recall their names; not even at St Andrews had he met with so many identical, perfect creatures. 

“Thank you, Cordelia,” the king says once she has finished recounting Baroness Victoria’s many accomplishments. “The compiled brief is sufficient, I am certain the prince will find several options perfectly satisfactory.” George nods, once again; he feels like one of those little bobblehead dogs, that he sometimes sees on the way to their flat, stuck on the top of the control panel in cars, nodding with a smile carved on their face with every bump they hit on the road. 

“It’s high time that you’re finally seen with a serious girlfriend,” the king asserts, and if George’s heart was beating overtime before, now it skips a beat. George wishes it would skip another one, another and another, until he can finally crumble to the floor and not listen to another word of this. “You wouldn’t want your subjects to think you’re gay, would you, son?” 

Harrison cackles loudly at the king’s joke, shoots George a conspiratorial look only two football- and God-loving straight men could share. George sits there, lead in his stomach, assembles his small PR smile, hoping that Cordelia won’t recognize her own design. 

“Of course not,” he says, still smiling. It doesn’t feel like a lie. Maybe it isn’t. 

While Cordelia turns to their numbered preference list, starting with Marquise Charlotte, George looks over them, seven people gathered around the table, seven people sealing his fate. It’s only fitting that his father made time for him, for this meeting, then. It’s the beginning of the end, he thinks. He has been kidding himself, really, these last two years. What did he think would happen? That they would let him beg off and play house a few nights of a week indefinitely,had he done everything else they asked of him? 

“Can I think about it?” He asks, when the silence has stretched too long and he remembers his manners. He doesn’t have much else to his name. 

The king looks at him with genuine confusion and asks, his baritone impersonal and definitive as always, “What is there to think about?”

Alex, George thinks. Alex in their little flat in Marylebone, on the third floor of an old townhouse where the main staircase still creaks like hell. Regent’s Park where Alex goes running in the morning, the coffee shop he picks up their flat whites from on his way back. The kitchen cabinets, painted forest green, in them the horrible peanut butter powder Alex got the time he really wanted to bulk up, next to the assortment of teas George always brings home from whatever trip they send him on. Their bedroom, the bed never made, always ready for them to fall back in, white sheets warm from sunlight and their skin. 

[taeyohonic]

stolen dances | chap. II

summary: sometimes supporting the person you love is the hardest challenge you’ll ever face.

pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

rating: m

warning: swearing

additional tags: f2l, ceo!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook, shrink!yoongi, my best friend’s wedding meets 27 dresses (if the boss/secretary couple had happened), angst-y

words: 1000

links: prologue, chap. I, chap. II, chap. III, chap. IV, chap. V

note: lower case letters intended

“and what did you do?”, your therapist asks with an edge in his voice. you’ve known yoongi long enough to recognize his strained tone even through the phone.

“i said thank you and agreed to go on his honeymoon with him and his wife”

“______”

“of course, i didn’t. i’m not an idiot”, you huff.

“not anymore”, yoongi corrects you now that his heart stopped beating this fast.

“i told him they are both mad for even thinking this was a good idea”, you nod to yourself as you open your door. “and then i demanded a premium treatment at this adorable spa.”

“the one in gangnam? with the tiny clouds on their label?”, he asks while you throw away your high heels and slip on the fluffy slippers your best friend gifted you as a housewarming present.

“exactly! you remember!”, you exclaim and walk mindlessly into your kitchen; the half-eaten takeout from yesterday is calling your name.

“you know i’m required to document our sessions… even when you talk about a facial for thirteen minutes”, yoongi teases and you open the fridge to smile at your cold pizza. yes!

“so, if i asked my cosmetician about a certain min yoongi, she would have never heard from you?”, you question and bite into the cheesy gold. damn, that’s good, even better than yesterday.

yoongi doesn’t answer, but you can just picture his scrunched nose. “don’t think i haven’t noticed how soft your skin has gotten in recent weeks, yoongs.”

“it’s called fan service, _____.”

you would roll your eyes if you hadn’t seen how excited his fans get when the rapper takes his time for a few selcas.

“nevertheless, i just wanted to call and share this milestone”, you say, sitting down on your couch.

“and i am proud of you, ______. i am – don’t get me wrong. but right now, you’re really crashing my date”, your therapist huffs and you flinch. damn, you are the worst client slash friend ever.

“sorry yoongs”, you apologize, remorse coloring your words. you hear the quiet chuckle at the other end of the line. “no need to feel sorry, ______. there are always two people involved in a conversation.”

then you both hang up and he goes back to his third glass of wine with a beautiful young doctor in a fancy restaurant while you devour the rest of your pizza, an old kdrama runs in the background to keep you company.

**

“how important is this?”, jungkook asks and pushes the macaron away from him. you roll your eyes at your best friend, clearly irritated by his lack of motivation.

“sorry if i’m keeping you from bringing world peace to the nation”, you snip back and steal the abandoned macaron.

“oh, i like that one”, you say, still chewing on the sweet pastry. jungkook is sitting in front of you, dressed in a coal colored three-piece suit with a vibrant green tie. you don’t know why you’re both in his office on a saturday, but you stopped questioning his schedule years ago.

jungkook’s eyes open comically wide as you swallow down the treat. you hum in approval.

“wait, _____. let me try as well”, he pleads and tries to lean forward across the wooden conference desk. but you are both so far away, he isn’t even close to getting in your personal space. you do learn from your mistakes.

“nah ah, kookie”, you mock him and scribble some notes on your ipad. the champagne raspberry one is a strong contender. “you’ve had your chance.”

the man in front of you huffs. “i thought we’d do the whole ‘it’s important’ ‘why’ ‘because i said so’ ‘why’ ‘because’ skit with the food being pushed back and forth.”

you try not to laugh at his imitation of your voice. “well, glad to know that you do think from time to time.”

your best friend shakes his head and grabs the pink cardboard filled with the last macarons. there are still three left – lemon strawberry, double chocolate and green tea. you’ve spent an extra twenty minutes on the treadmill this morning just to taste the rich chocolate flavor on your tongue. and judging by the mischief in jungkook’s eyes he knows these are your favorites.

before you can run around the table to stop this… man child, he has already picked up the three pastries and stuffed them in his mouth. his smile is tinted with chocolate as he looks at your shocked expression.

“yo-u… you are… so immature”, you hiss and grab your ipad tighter. “you know how much i love the chocolate one.”

jungkook’s cheeks are filled with stolen food; they remind you more of a hamster than a multimillionaire. your best friend is visibly pleased with himself as he moans at the taste.

you are shooting daggers at him while he continues to eat, not a care in the world. with angered mutters you start to write down some nonsense on your device. you don’t want to watch his gleeful expression. after a beat of silence jungkook start to talk, half the macarons still in his mouth.

“i … know you like them”, he says and swallows, “that’s why we’ll get the chocolate and the green tea.”

your stare moves up to his eyes, which are smiling down at your dumb folded expression. “i wasn’t saying this isn’t important, _____”, he explains. “i just think it’s moot to taste test stuff, when we already know what we like.”

“but i don’t like green tea”, you say – not ready to admit that maybe tasting twelve different kinds of macarons was more of a fun activity than a mandatory one. jungkook shakes his head at your deflection.

“i know, ____. believe me. i’ve never seen someone look that disgusted at matcha ice cream”, he chuckles, “but it’s her favorite.”

sometimes you are really spoiled from his attention. of course, his fiancée likes green tea, it’s healthy and vibrant, not as heavy and oily as cacao.

“we don’t have to get the chocolate ones, you know? we could stay in the range of tea. i saw this jasmine one, but i didn’t bring it with me… let me quickly…”, you are rambling as you hear jungkook call your name with intent.

“____”, he says and traces his lips with his fingers to collect the chocolate smudge. “if she gets her favorite, i want mine there as well.”

______

i know... it’s been more than a year, but a kind hearted soul on ao3 reminded me, that this exists and i really like jungkook and yoongi here, so i thought, i’d pick up a pen and write again for this story. it will be drabble style, but i hope you enjoy it as much as i do! please leave a comment, feedback, like or a reblog if you liked it! if anyone wants to get tagged, just comment 😊 all the love, dana

[dex-xe]

Ghosts watch the Euros?

Am I about to write 1000 words of cringe about dead fictional characters watching a football tournament?? yes I am and I'm thrilled!! XD

This primarily focusses on Pat btw but most of the ghosts feature a bit too.

So basically Alison didn’t really care that much about the Euros before they started, Mike however was decently optimistic regarding Engliand’s chances but isn’t the world’s biggest sport fan. But one evening they’re all watching TV and stuff and then there’s one of those animated ads that play before any major sports competition starts and Pat sees it and gets incredibly excited.

He hasn’t been able to watch a major football tournatment (live) since he was alive because Heather never had sport on at all. He begs Alison that he gets control of the TV during England matches and after using the whole “pleasseeeee I’m no trouble, I don’t usually ask for much!” Alison agrees to adjust the TV rota, much to the others ghosts disgust (the Captain is peeved about his afternoon day time TV History Channel documentaries being overwritten, and Fanny’s evening period dramas often get pushed aside but Alison eventually manages to use the Sky Box to rearrange everything for them).

For most of the group stages it’s just Pat watching, Mike will occassionally sit in but is genrally on his phone. Julian will also offer the occassional comment which Pat just rolls his eyes at and tells him to go back to his computer games. Also Pat is amazed just quite how young the team is but I digress.

So once it becomes apparent that England are doing surprisingly well (and Mike’s mates stop talking about anything else at the pub) Mike starts paying attention and by extension Alison sits in bringing multiple ghosts in her wake.

Kitty doesn’t like the idea of competition much and just wants people to have fun, she gets upset when people get kicked out but congratulats them for doing their very best. Thomas however, stands behind the sofa muttering about how it’s a barbaric sport and the lowest form of entertainment (“Polo!! Now that takes real skill!!)

The Captain wasn’t much of a football fan in life (cricket was much more his bag) but he’ll gladly sit and enjoy some friendly competition, anything he can get these days to be proud of his country. Robin doesn’t understand organised competition much but he quite like the idea of playing a game like that, he kinda misses running around and burning of energy, physical performance was super important for hunting when he was alive.

Anyway, once England makes it into the quarters (and Mike claims to have been totally invested from the beginning) Mike and Alison both start to get more and more involved, they decide to buy England flags and bunting to put across the front of the house - much to the Captain’s pleasure cause it reminds him a bit of VE Day.

Alison does actually manage to convince everyone to gather round for the final - even Fanny who literally couldn’t care less is overwhelmed with patriotism and hovers in a nearby armchair. Pat parks himself on the floor right in front of the TV so he can hear the commentary even when the others are rambling on about their analysis of the game (their analysis is incredibly poor given they’ve been dead for centuries - Kitty announces that the strikers should “use thier hips more” and no one is quite sure what that means but Thomas does suggest sending correspondence to Southgate to give him that advice.)

Anyway (I keep going off on tangents) the final obviously begins with England scoring mad quick which erupts the TV room into cheers. Mike jumps up to celebrate and puts his foot into where Pat is also sat cheering - Alison has to catch him around the waist to pull him back towards the sofa to stop Pat from gagging.

Pat then starts going on about how, with a start like that, there’s no way England can lose now. Julian rains on his parade very quickly and tells him worse things have happened and Alison jokes about what a show off Julian will be if he’s right and England lose… (Julian is obviously incredibly patriotic and wants England to win but he wants to be right much more).

Thomas quickly begins to think of himself as an expert at this “pauper’s sport” and starts to shout the generic “I know nothing about football but don’t want people to question me” phrases (“they had better begin playing it forward more, they shan’t achieve anything with cowardice like this!!)

They remain kinda optimistic going into the second half apart from Pat who is potentially the only one who recognises England slolwy losing control - but, much like with his scouts, his puts on his usual optimistic front to stop the team from becoming deflated (the team can’t hear him becuase a) he’s not at Wembley and b) he’s been dead four decades but it’s just his natural reaction).

As soon as Italy score, that’s when the deflation starts to set in. They all become slightly quieter until England start mounting an attack and then the shouting begins again.

Pat tries to explain the concept of extra time to the others but few understand and begin suggesting their own tie break ideas. Kitty suggests a draw would be better, everybody wins. Fanny suggests someone should concede (she doesn;t specifiy who but it’s very much implied). Robin’s idea is to continue with extra time then release a bear onto the pitch at a random point “for the drama” (I would watch that though).

But no, Pat and Mike are both very quiet throughout extra time. Thomas is thrilled because he believes Southgate has listened to his ongoing generic advice to “bring on Grealish” - realistically he’s peeved Love Island isn’t on, he likes to make fun of it and announce repeatedly how “the modern world has no concept of love!!”

Once it gets to penalties Kitty is off. She can’t stand the tension and covers her eyes to avoid having to watch somebody lose in this way. Mary sits beside her on the sofa petting her hair like “ooh cry not, ’tis but a game child” which really doesn’t help the mood. After every single shot, there’s just a little burst of gasps and strangled noises from everyone except Pat who is just waiting and praying that his first tournament in 40 years is going to be a dramatic win.

When England (spoilers from over a month ago) lose, silence falls across the room before Julian finally breaks it: “I don’t mean to say I told you so but…” he is interrupted VERY quickly by shouting from everyone else. Eyes quickly fall on Pat who hasn’t said anything since the penalties began, he hadn;t even turned to look at anyone else yet. He slowly stood up and said with a very fake smile “well it was a deserved win… if you’ll excuse me” and then he fazes through the wall behind him never to be seen again.

“Julian, that really was uncalled for,” Alison tells him. Pat seems normal for the next few days but most people can tell he’s very disappointed, especially as Mike has to get the ladder out again to do the really sad “flag taking down ceremony” everyone did the day after.

Pat’s finally brought out of his slump by Kitty who asks him what he would do if his scouts failed at something - he says he’d tell them they did really well for trying their best and give them some tips to improve. “Exactly,” Kitty says. “You’d still be proud of what they achieved, right?” All the ghosts are pretty excited by the prospect of a world cup next year.

So there we go,, cheers for the ask!! I apologise for this being cringe as fuck and I really hope it gets to the right people XD I’m having a day of trying to finish as many projects as I can over the next few days before series 3 so I can essentially start afresh after the new episodes are out - I know I’m going to have a lot of ideas and inspiration.

[twinkboimler]

I’ve got a lot of stuff to ask with that fanfic ask game lol

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📚 Do you read your own fic? If it's been months since posting I do occasionally, but not often! I think I write so many drafts and do so many edits on my writing that I don't have much interest in reading them once they're published because I know exactly what happens.

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic? STARTING. Like, in a perfect world, I'd be writing 1000 words a day. But it's so hard to get myself to focus enough to start writing, even though I love it.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done? GOD. The funniest part is this scene got cut so I spent hours researching shit I didn't even use, but initially in Postscript, Postspace there was gonna be a scene in the first few chapters with Mike using a microfilm reader at the library to look at newspaper articles as the way he found out that Joel was on Earth. I've never used one, so I did a lot of reading up on how they work, and then I sorta. realized how unnecessary that scene was. SO, a lot of research I've had to do is on how to use technology that's just a little too old for me to have used it- stuff from the 70s-90s.

I do too much research. But at the same time, the research part is fun! I love planning fics, and that plays into it.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work? Less of a headcanon and more a fact about my writing: these works (unless listed as a series) are all separate from each other. I emphasize this because, in the case of Mike's parents, I might have multiple fics that have them as characters, but they're not the same people to me (his mom in even a worm will turn is a completely different version of that person than the mom in Postscript, Postspace). Each work is a new, separate try at these characters as I work with new themes and play with new concepts.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave). I assume this means my own work lol. I think Overjoyed is one of the most self-indulgent, "I am projecting so hard" fics I've ever written, but it was something I needed to get out. I don't think it's especially good if you aren't me but I'm still happy with it.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP. From the college AU- a flashback to high school:

It is brutally hot and Mr. Stevenson refuses to let them take a break even though they’ve been learning drill for nearly an hour. Jonah’s throat is parched and his back is killing him, and he wonders which way he would fall if he were to pass out, wonders whether it would hurt less to fall on his back with the tenors still strapped to his chest or to fall onto them, his face planting into the dirt. Either option sounds endlessly appealing as the minutes tick by, the sun beating down on him and the rest of the poor bastards in the band.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on? even a worm will turn is one of my favorite things that I've ever written and I love hearing people's thoughts on it. like. I let my DAD read it. I'm so proud of that fic.

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about? I mean, yeah- I've got some old fics that will never, ever get posted even though they may be nearly finished or long. I've got like 30k of a TERRIBLE ST:TNG Riker/Troi fic I wrote in 2016 that's going to the grave with me.

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate? love angst, love hurting characters so much. having a lot of ideas for star trek fics right now that are just going to be the most painful, tragic stories- unfulfilled love stories, that type of shit. I LOVE a sad fic.

[raindancer2004]

Jane and the Wolf

Word Count: 3,191 Jane x OC Part One Warnings: Jane is aged up. Fluff

It was about six months after Demetri met his mate Lily Cullen that preparations to change her were put into action. Jane had offered to be in the room when Demetri turned Lily just in case she was needed as she would be able to subdue him with her gift. Demetri had expected Lily to want to remain human a little longer; maybe even have a baby with him like Bella did with Edward, so he was surprised by her answer when he approached the subject one afternoon.

“Lily can we talk about the future…our future?” “Of course Dem, what did you want to discuss?” She asked in response “I-I wanted to discuss the topic of children with you” He began, feeling a little nervous “Did you want children before you are turned?” Lily thought for a moment before answering him “I have thought about this a little since we got together and as much as I love you and would love to have a family with you, I just don’t know if I want to take that risk. What if something went wrong? You’d be left all alone forever and wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt; if you were the reason something happened to me” She paused and took his hand in hers “I thought we could have a family another way…we could do what my parents did. We could adopt a child; I mean there are lots of children out there that need a home and we can offer that and I’m proof that a human child can be raised by and around vampires” She added and saw he was smiling at her “Wow. That was not the response I was expecting…but I am totally on board with your suggestion Lils” He replied and leaned in to place a kiss on her lips “Are you sure Dem? I feel like I’m taking away your chance to be a dad…to have a child of your own” She said looking into his eyes, trying to read him “I would be lying if I said I haven’t imagined a little me or you running around the castle but…” He held her hand a little tighter when he felt her try and remove hers from his “I would rather have you by my side forever and give a child a home that needs one, than take the risk of losing you. As you said what if something went wrong? There are no guarantees that you will survive having my baby and I don’t wish to risk your life…not when we have another option available. I love you Lily” He pressed his lips to hers again “Always” “I love you too Dem” She wrapped her arms around him.

Jane stood by the door of Demetri and Lily’s shared room as he leant down to bite her, to change her and was pleased that she didn’t need to step in and subdue him “I’ll keep you company for a bit Demetri” She said as she took a seat on the sofa “Thank you Jane for today and for your company” “I had every faith in you and your self-control Demetri…it was merely a precaution…just in case” She replied smiling “Anyway, I am looking forward to seeing Lily as a newborn. It was nice of the masters to allow her to spend her newborn phase here” “Caius didn’t want her going home and following the vegetarian diet, only for her to return in a year or two and have to change to our diet” Demetri answered, “That and Lily asked for permission to spend her newborn year here…with me” He added “Really? She didn’t want to go back to Forks?” Jane asked sounding a little surprised “No, she told them that she wanted me to change her and that means that I have to take responsibility for her; to be one to teach her how to survive in this life and I cannot do that we are half a world apart” “Wow” Jane breathed, nodding “I bet that made you feel good knowing she wanted it to be your venom running through her and not her father’s” “It did actually…I wanted to be the one to change her but didn’t know if she’d want that kind of bond with me…” He trailed off “Why wouldn’t she? She’s your mate” “Exactly Jane. We’re mates…changing her means I become her sire; her creator…it would change things between us…” “It would only strengthen your mate bond” Jane cut him off smiling. “That’s another thing” He said chuckling “She also told them that as we’re mates, she couldn’t and wouldn’t spend that amount of time away from me. She looked right at Marcus at that moment and I knew then she had won his vote” “Clever girl” Jane praised looking over at Lily with a smile “I think Caius agreed because he likes having Lily around and is curious to see whether she’ll be the one Cullen who doesn’t follow the vegetarian diet” Demetri said “That sounds like Caius” Jane laughed “I bet Aro agreed because he likes the idea of Lily ‘belonging’ to his family” Jane added smiling “Not to mention it links his family to Carlisle’s forever too” Demetri added.

Demetri took Lily hunting for animals in the Tuscan countryside and showed her what she needed to do “Well done Lils. Are you still thirsty?” “I am but…” “But what?” He cut her off “I’m not liking the taste of animal blood” She answered and he chuckled “Ok, but can you do me a favour please Lils?” She nodded “Please try again, maybe try a different animal” Lily agreed “Can I ask why this is important to you Dem?” “I just want you to try the vegetarian diet, it’s what Carlisle would have wanted. However, if you don’t like it and want to follow the traditional diet then you can. I will support you either way” “Thank you Dem. I love you.” “I love you too.”

Lily had tried the vegetarian diet but she found the taste of animal blood unpleasant and that she was thirsty all of the time. The smell of human blood appealed to her much more and she spoke to Demetri about her concerns when she was tempted to kill her friend Gianna; the Volturi’s secretary, so it was agreed that she would follow the diet of the Volturi “You owe me €50 Brother” Caius said to Aro “Fine” He replied handing over the money “I cannot believe you two had a bet on what diet Lily would follow” Marcus said as he looked at his brothers “Oh come on brother, like you were not curious about Lily’s diet choice” Caius replied, Marcus shrugged “I mean Demetri even went to the trouble of asking our permission to teach her to hunt animals so she could honour her family’s lifestyle choice and yet her true nature prevailed” Caius added sounding proud, if not a little smug.

Lily was displaying a level of self-control that newborns do not normally show and the Kings were impressed and pleased that their faith in her and Demetri’s ability to handle a newborn had paid off. Felix had offered to help with fight / combat training as he is the strongest vampire and would be the one less likely to get hurt by her newborn strength.

Lily had been a newborn for six months when Demetri, Lily, Felix and the twins went to Forks to visit Lily’s family. Carlisle had contacted Aro and advised him that he wanted the packs to meet Lily now she had been turned, especially as the treaty now applied to her and Demetri. Aro agreed and thought it may help Lily to get a change of scenery and wanted to know how she would handle being around humans or more specifically Renesmee.

Two days after they arrived in Forks Jake came over to the Cullen’s for a visit and bought over the pack’s three newest members to meet the Cullens; to get them used to their scent and vice versa. As soon as the wolves entered the house Jane recognised Jake’s scent from the battlefield, she then noticed the scent of ‘mint and cedarwood’ followed by the unpleasant smell of two other wolves. The wolves entered the family room and as soon as Sebastian looked at Jane he imprinted on her; he knew then he had found his mate and was shocked to discover that his mate was a vampire; their sworn enemy. The only silver-lining in this strange situation was that the pack could never harm her, she would be protected by him and the packs always. Jake and the other two wolves growled the second he imprinted on Jane due to the pack’s telepathy; they turned to glare at her and they growled again, almost like they were trying to intimidate her.

Meanwhile, Jane felt something inside her click into place the moment their eyes met and she knew she was looking at her mate but wasn’t happy to discover that after waiting over 1000 years to meet him, he was a shapeshifter; a wolf no less. However, she couldn’t help feeling drawn to him, the need to be near him, to protect him. Edward choked back a laugh after hearing her thoughts which led to her glare at him “Stay out of my head, or else” She growled low. “What’s wrong sister?” Alec asked placing a hand on her shoulder “I er…I found my mate” Jane answered low looking at Sebastian. Felix sniggered “Ha-Jane’s mated to a wolf. Caius is going to love that” Felix said nudging Demetri in the side “Felix. Not now” Demetri warned, Felix raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing more.

“Jacob, please can you introduce Jane to your friend?” Carlisle asked, Jake nodded “Jane this is Sebastian. Sebastian this is Jane, she is a member of the Volturi” “It’s nice to meet you Jane” Sebastian said with a smile “Likewise” Jane answered, a small smile tugging at her lips. The tension in the room was so thick you could it with a knife.

“If you hurt her in any way, I will have Demetri and Felix hold you down whilst I neuter you and I won’t use my gift to take away your senses” Alec said straight-faced to his sister’s mate, Sebastian, who didn’t react.

“You never say stuff like that for me babe” “Lily” Edward scolded her “I’d kill anyone who hurt you mi amore. You may not be aware, but I did threaten our guards with dismemberment and the dungeons if they hurt you when you came to stay at Christmas when we first met” Demetri said looking into Lily’s ruby eyes “Aww babe...you’re the best” Lily replied before kissing him “Don’t you forget it” Demetri smirked at her; his arms wrapping around her waist, Carlisle and Esme choke back a laugh at their behaviour. Edward rolled his eyes, still not pleased that his sister was mated to Demetri. “Edward, Demetri and I are mates so you better get used to it because he is a member of this family now and we protect our family” Lily said looking at her brother, Demetri tightened his hold on Lily’s waist.

“Maybe the two of you would like to take a walk, maybe get to know each other a little…away from everyone” Esme offered softly, looking at Jane and Sebastian who nodded “Shall we Jane?” He asked softly, she hesitated for a few moments then stepped forward and making her way out of the house, Sebastian following behind her. They walked away from the house until they were far enough away that they could not be heard, ensuring not to cross the treaty line and being careful to not expose Jane to any humans.

The air between Jane and Sebastian was awkward as neither of them were initially pleased with the thought of being mates as their kind have been sworn enemies for generations, although Sebastian did point out to her that he was not a child of the moon; he was a shapeshifter and can transform whenever he likes. “I would like to apologise Jane for the behaviour of Jake, Liam and Riley; they had no right to growl at you like that, I have no choice over who I imprint on and they know that. Jacob knows that better than anyone” Sebastian said looking into Jane’s ruby eyes “Th-thank you Sebastian, although it-it is not you who should apologise” She replied “However, that said my brother should not have threatened you and I can assure you he will not harm you in anyway, not ever” She added looking into his blue eyes “Thank you Jane, although I did find his threat of ‘neutering’ me slightly amusing” He chuckled and Jane couldn’t help the slight giggle that passed her lips. “I would like to ask you one thing if I may?” He asked and she nodded “Felix mentioned Caius would love that you are mated to a wolf. What did he mean by that as I’m guessing he was being sarcastic?” “Er…yes he was. Caius is one of the three Kings that rule the vampire world and he hates werewolves; more specifically children of the moon. He made it his mission to eradicate them from existence” She replied low, no longer looking into his eyes “I see. I am aware that your family has seen the pack before during the day during the confrontation involving Renesmee, so he must realise that we are not children of the moon” He responded “He does but I feel he will be the one King that will oppose this ‘union’ the most. He will take some convincing I am sure” She said looking up at him “I understand this will be difficult initially, but I am prepared to make this work Jane, no matter the obstacles”

He took her small cold hand in his larger warm one “Just so you are aware as the imprint, you decide the nature of this relationship…” He cut him himself off when he noticed the confused look on Jane’s face “Although imprinting is the way we find our mates, it doesn’t always have to be the case. As the imprint you decide if you want us to be friends or mates. If you tell me you see me as nothing more than a brother or a protector then I will honour that decision, even if it will be hard to do so at first. You will always be my top priority Jane; you will always come first…even before the pack” He said softly and gently placed his hand on her cheek, she leaned into his touch slightly “I have a brother, I do not wish for another. You are my mate Sebastian, and that means I will protect you always” She replied, her hand coming rest on top of his “I will protect you always too. I would very much like to be your friend as well as your mate Jane” “I don’t really have many friends, but… I think friends is a good place to start…the rest will fall into place I’m sure” She replied and he couldn’t help smiling down at her ‘she doesn’t seem as scary as Jacob made out’ he thought to himself. If only he knew.

“How will this work? I mean I am immortal and you…you are not?” Jane asked curiously “I am immortal too…kind of…” He replied and she raised an eyebrow at him “Once we start phasing we stop aging, so as I long as I phase regularly I will not age…therefore essentially being immortal like you” He replied and she nodded “I could turn you later down the line…if you wanted?” She offered “I’m afraid not Jane, vampire venom is toxic to us, it would kill me not preserve me” He replied “Oh, I’m sorry I had no idea. Thank you for letting me know…I now know that I am unable to mark you as mine” “I’m sure we can figure something out…if that is something your kind do once you find your mate” He replied “Will the pack accept me or will it be…difficult?” “They will have to accept you, protect you. The treaty we have the Cullens will apply to you now too…you will also be able to come onto our land as you are my mate. Although things may take a little time to settle down” He answered her “I understand…this isn’t going to be easy for either of our families to accept.”

Sebastian and Jane took it turns to ask one another some questions to get to know one another a little better “My favourite colour is grey/silver. What’s yours Sebastian?” She asked “I like green. My favourite animal is a chimpanzee, you?” He replied “I like horses. Can I ask how old are you?” “I’m 18 years old and you?” He asked “I’m 17…physically, but I have been around for about 1000 years” She replied watching him for his reaction “Wow. Well may I say I think you have aged beautifully” He smiled at her; she looked down taking her bottom lip between her teeth, if she could have blushed she would have. He chuckled low. “What hobbies / interests do you have?” He asked “I like to read; I have quite a few books not to mention the castle has a huge library. I collect china dolls…I have quite the collection. I spend a lot of time with Alec and since she moved into the castle I have become friends with Lily, Demetri’s mate. What about you?” “I hang out with the pack and train with them. I like swimming and soccer and spending time at the beach. I enjoy reading although I probably do not own as many books as you” He responded. “What do you like to do for fun?” He asked “Fun? Er I like shopping. Does practising my gift on Felix when he annoys me count?” She asked “Er…possibly” He answered sounding unsure “I do not know what your gift is…not really” “I am able to cause people excruciating pain that incapacitates them instantly, just by looking at them. It only works on one person at time and I must be able to see them. I am able to make the pain seem mild and turn the level of pain up as and when I want” She answered honestly “Huh…remind me not to piss you off then” He answered her “I would never use my gift on you Sebastian…you are my mate and to hurt you would be to hurt myself” She was making him a promise and he nodded “Thank you, that’s good to know.”

Jane was feeling conflicted about everything as she was still a little annoyed with fate for giving her a shapeshifter for a soulmate but she knew she couldn’t stay away from him; the mate pull was there and she couldn’t deny it…she didn’t want to deny it, she just hoped he meant it when he said he wanted to make this work no matter the obstacle.

[rubysunnday]

Can I request a blind Shelby sister with Isaiah? Can be fluff or angst I don’t mind and can the Shelby brothers be included

A/N: if any of you have ever seen Say Yes to the Dress Lancashire then you’ll know about this incredible bride who is almost completely blind. In the episode she is described as a ‘fox in the snow’ and I got a lot of inspiration from that. You should totally watch the clip if you can find it, it’s one of my favourite episodes.

It was a condition that affected only 1000 people in the entire world. You, unfortunately, happened to be one of those people. When you were 14, you noticed that your eyesight was slowly getting worse and worse. Polly took you to the doctor and he revealed that, eventually, you would be blind.

At first you were incredibly angry. So, incredibly angry. Of all the people, it had to be you. It just had to happen to you. Your brothers were angry too but, upon seeing how distraught you were, hid their anger to look after you.

By the time you turned 19, you were all but blind. You could see flashes of colour if you were close up to something and the occasional sparkle, but the rest of the world was dark. Your family had been incredible in supporting you and helping you through it all but there was one person who’d been the greatest support to you.

Isaiah Jesus.

The boy you’d had a crush on ever since you’d met him. You considered yourself lucky that you’d found him before you went blind. You fully expected him to run away as soon as the news got worse – no one wanted to be stuck with a blind person.

Instead, he stayed by your side. He helped you every day with no complaint and was the beacon of light in an otherwise dark life. The two of you relied on one another and it soon became obvious to everyone around you that neither one of you would live without the other.

Isaiah asked you to marry him when you turned 20. He’d brought you with him to buy a ring and he and the shop assistant had spent hours describing every ring in the store until you settled on a small braided on with a tiny emerald set in the middle of it.

The hardest part of getting married was finding a dress to wear. You had no idea what any of them looked like, relying entirely on your brother’s and aunt to tell you. Every so often you caught a bit of a sparkle and it excited you belong belief.

But none felt right. They may have looked right but you didn’t feel right in them.

“Y/N,” Tommy said, sitting you down. You’d just taken off the fifth dress of the day and you were feeling distraught. “Isaiah isn’t going to care what you look like, sweetheart. You could wear a fucking paper bag and he’d still say you were the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

You sniffed, wiping your tears away and leant into your brothers side. “I just want to look pretty,” you whispered softly and Tommy hugged you tighter.

“Eh, what are all these tears for?” John asked as he sat down next to you and grabbed your hand.

“I’m just struggling,” you admitted softly, playing with the tie on the robe you were wearing. “Nothing feels right.”

John hummed quietly and paused for a moment. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

You vaguely heard the front door bell ding and frowned. “Has he just left?”

You felt Tommy laugh softly. “Yeah, yeah he did,” he replied, leaning down and kissing your head.

/

You were in the middle of trying on the seventh dress when John came back.

“Where the hell did you go?” You asked, turning to face the vague direction you thought he was.

“I went and found your saviour,” John said and suddenly you felt a familiar hand in yours, gently caressing your knuckles.

“Hey, love,” Isaiah said quietly, and you found yourself smiling.

“Help,” you replied, gesturing to the room around you. “I don’t know what to do.”

Isaiah nodded, taken both your hands in his. “Ok, let’s try something else entirely.”

He gently led you over to where all the dresses were. As you ran your hands over the sleeves covered in beads and sequins, he quietly described the colour and design of them, allowing you to imagine how they all looked.

“Are there any like the one mum wore?” You asked, turning to face where everyone was sitting. “Or Esme?”

You heard someone get up and come over. “Yeah,” Polly said, taking your hand in hers. “Exactly the same or similar?”

“I don’t mind,” you replied, a soft smile playing on your lips. “As long as I feel right in it.”

Your aunt and fiancée described every dress to you in excruciating detail. Isaiah held them all up to allow you to feel the length, the fabric and the detailing on them all whilst Polly described the fit and the style – matching it to dresses you’d seen in the past.

“What’s this one?” You asked, reaching a hand out to feel one on the very end of the rack. It wasn’t too long nor was it covered in beads or sequins.

“That one,” Isaiah said, pulling it out to allow you to feel it properly, “is what Esme’s and your mum’s would look like if you cut them up and sewed them together. It’s got short sleeves and a several layers, all different heights. There’s a bit of beading around the waist that then fades away as it goes down and it’s the exact same shade as Esme’s.”

You let the soft, silky material run through your fingers and nodded. “Can I try it on?”

Isaiah helped you into the gown, allowing you a moment to feel it and how it curved to your body.

“You look almost exactly like your mother,” he said quietly, running a hand up and down your arm as you felt the beaded waist. “But you know Tommy’s horse, the black one with the white stripe?” You nodded. “Imagine him surrounded by fresh, crystal clear snow in the sunlight. That’s what you look like. It’s the most beautiful thing, ever, y/n/n.”

You sniffed softly but smiled. “Did you choose a veil?”

You felt Isaiah’s hand disappear from your arm before it appeared again. “Esme’s old one,” he said quietly, helping you crouch down so he could put it on you. “You said you wanted to wear it.”

“Only if it worked with the perfect dress,” you replied, allowing the soft material of the veil to cascaded over your shoulders.

“And it does,” Isaiah whispered, kissing your cheek. “You look perfect, my love. Does it feel right?”

Isaiah knew how important it was to you that the dress felt right. Not being able to see how you looked was terrifying, but you trusted him to make sure you didn’t look stupid. But feeling right in the dress was so important to you.

“It feels perfect, Is,” you said softly, trying not to cry. “It feels like my dress.”

Isaiah chuckled as you turned around, taking his hand to allow him to help you down. “Ready to show them?”

You shook your head. “No, but yes.”

You could feel the proudness Isaiah had on his face as he led you out to your family. He’d made them all close their eyes so that it wasn’t spoilt, and you could hear John chuckling quietly.

“I feel like I’m a show horse,” you said aloud, and John snorted.

Isaiah nudged you gently and you smirked at him as he straightened out your veil. “Ok.”

You had absolutely no idea what any of their faces looked like but the stifled sob from the general area your aunt was sitting told you more than seeing would’ve done.

“Y/N, you look absolutely stunning,” John whispered, and you could hear the awe in his voice. “I love it.”

“Tommy? Arthur?” You asked, frightened of what they were going to say.

“Arthur’s trying not to cry,” Finn replied, and you giggled.

“Shut up,” Arthur muttered, and you heard him standing up and braced yourself for the hug that was coming. “You look beautiful, sweetheart. Just like mum but so you as well.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, kissing his cheek. “Tommy? Your silence is never usually a good thing.”

“That would be because he’s currently crying whilst hugging Arthur,” Finn replied, ever the useful brother.

“Wish I could see for that,” you muttered, and you heard John’s bark of a laugh. “Come on, Tommy, it’s not that bad.”

You were suddenly enveloped in Tommy’s arms, judging from the smell of his cologne, and you hugged him back tightly, closing your eyes as the tears welled up.

“I am so fucking proud of you,” he mumbled in your ear, kissing your head. “So, fucking proud.”

“Isaiah said to imagine your horse, the black one, in the fresh snow with the sun shining down,” you told him, refusing to let go of him.

“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Tommy replied, nodding. “There aren’t enough words to describe how beautiful you look, sweetheart, honestly.”

“I’m trusting you to get me down the aisle this beautiful, Tom,” you warned, straighten up as you let go of him slightly, your hands still entwined. “I don’t want to end up flat on my face.”

“I will never let you fall,” Tommy promised, “and if you do, I’ll always catch you, I promise.”  

[so-nightmary-ul]

Y/N is eight-year-old Julius’s ward.

Y/N is a twenty-year-old girl from our world who died. Her soul moved into the girl’s deceased body (it looks exactly like hers in childhood), from which, as a result of an illegal experiment, magic was taken away and thereby killed her in the world of the Black Clover. Y/N retained all her memories, including the plot of the anime. Julius took custody of her (let's be honest, Y/N just had no choice).

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How it actually happened:

You were brought to the Clover castle almost at night. Supposedly secretly.

Marx met you, and then you both went to Julius.

Surprisingly, your conversation with him wasn't in his office, but in some room with a fireplace.

You were seated in one of the armchairs. Julius was sitting in the exactly same armchair opposite you.

In short, it all happened somehow like this:

You, in your thoughts: 'Perhaps I can replay this situation in my direction. It is only necessary to invent a story, how I–'

Julius: «You have the magic seal of reincarnation on you, so I know that you most likely don't belong here. You can tell me everything.»

You:

You, worried, still in your thoughts: 'oh,  s h i–'

Apparently, he understood everything from your face, so he just laughed and offered to calm down and drink some tea.

Your bare feet, and in principle whole of you, were cold (you were in one tattered dress, in which you woke up in this world). You agreed.

During the conversation, you told him about yourself, and how did you die. You even accidentally blabbed that you know some things about their world. And only God knows why you told him all this at all. You could simply be stubbornly silent, well, or at least lie.

Maybe there was something in this tea. Maybe.

By the way, Julius even used Marx, who had been standing at the door all this time, so that he would use his Memory Magic on you. With your consent, of course.

After all this, Julius offered to stay here. By «here» he most likely meant both «in this world» and «in this castle».

Marx, in the background: «Wha– Lord Julius!»

It's not like you were paranoid, but for some reason it seemed very suspicious to you. Too good option. Too tempting offer to refuse.

But since you also weren't too stupid and understood that you don't and will not have any other shelter (besides, a child not trained in magic, there is no place safer than under the wing of the Wizard King, right?), you agreed.

Although you had a growing feeling that you had just, like a nice little girl, been wrapped around little finger.

But it was necessary to come up with a story of how the hell a poor eight-year-old girl settled in the Clover castle (and not by order of someone, but by the Wizard King!).

What options just didn't sound! And the niece, and the extramarital daughter (Marx: «Lord Julius, PLEASE, everything but not THIS!»     You: «Extramarital? So you have children from marriage?»     Julius: «WAIT, THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT–»), and the goddaughter, and the student, and the adopted daughter.

You all agreed on a ward, who was left alone after the death of one of Julius’s close friends, and over whom he took custody in memory of this friend.

You mentally apologized to Zora and his father.

After that you all parted. Marx took you to the guest room, wished you a good night, and left.

In this way, you turned out to be the ward of Julius Novachrono, the 28th Wizard King.

Being in the world of the Black Clover:

The next morning, you were PRETTY sure that you were simply wrapped around little finger, without even a choice.

Therefore, the first thing you did when Julius took custody of you was making a deal with him. He works for at least a couple of hours, and you tell him a little about magic from other worlds (anime, manga, TV shows, and etc) for twenty minutes. And then everything repeats.

So that he doesn't think that life is sweet, and Marx has less stress. After all, it’s can't be just only one Julius who's being cunning, right?

But then you realized that this deal was even profitable for him. Because Julius was ready to do a lot for the knowledge about magic. And given the fact that now he knows that you know what kind of person he is…

You realized that you had been wrapped around little finger by the same person twice already.

After that, you gave up trying to somehow outwit the Wizard King. Mission is impossible.

However, now, even though earlier Marx didn't agree with the idea of ​​leaving you in the Clover castle, he is ready to take his words back. Your new ally in this world.

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Sometime later, you already began to curse your little body. Because with such height it was very difficult to reach something. And you didn't want to call someone and ask to reach it, because

You: «EVEN IF I AM IN A CHILDREN’S BODY, IN THE SOUL I AM ALMOST TWENTY ONE YEAR! I AM A PROUD INDEPENDENT WOMAN!»

You:

You: «…and this proud independent woman is a little ashamed.»

In addition, you considered yourself smart enough to build a stable construction and reach something by yourself. And when you finally took the thing you needed in your hands, you realized that you weren’t smart enough to think about how to get down from this construction before climbing on it. And there was nobody around.

In this way, you met Owen, the royal healer. Because jumping from four large and tall chairs onto a slippery tiled floor with a scream «BANZAI!» was definitely not your best idea.

Marx, who came at the call of the servants: «Y/N! How did this even happen?! I understand that you might need a chair to reach something, if nobody is around, but…»

You: «It was a bookcase.»

Marx: «…FOUR chairs?!»

You: «It was a HIGH bookcase, and the book was almost on the top shelf.»

Marx:

Owen:

You:

You: «I'm sorry, this will not happen again…»

In general, you were remembered by the royal healer as a quite smart little troublemaker.

---

At first you were afraid to leave the room once again, and if you left, you tried not to encounter people. But then you sent everything to the devi– hell. They can't blame you for anything.

We all know that Julius is 42 years old. Men at this age are usually tend to splashing out their paternal instinct on someone small, like a child (even if the body of this child contains the soul of a deceased and reincarnated twenty-year-old girl from another world, yeah). In general, that's why Julius gives out some EXTRA attention to you.

And even if, when he pampers you or has some baby-talk with you, your gaze literally told «what the hell are you doing». It breaks his little, poor, fatherly heart a little.

By the way, after Julius heard about your healing from Owen, he asked the servants to collect, according to your instructions, the books that you would like to read. A mini library in your room.

In general, you suspected that a child’s body sometimes still somehow affects your mind. Like «child mod». Because the former you would think twice– no, three times before doing something like that. You haven't seen another explanation.

Since there was absolutely nothing for you to do in this world, everything you did around the clock was walking around the territory of the Clover castle, reading, and sometimes talking with Julius outside his working hours.

By the way, the first time you opened a book, you realized that you don't understand almost a single letter. And you were surprised to find a book with the alphabet and basic grammar rules in the royal library (exhale, Marx, it was at an accessible height). Apparently, there is really everything in this all-praised royal library.

Julius was really upset that you didn't give him a chance to teach you how to read and write, since you did it by yourself.

But then you discovered drawing, and that was all.

DrAwInG fOr EvErYoNe

Yes, Marx, and for you.

Yes, Julius, and for you too. Don't make such a sad look.

By the way, about one of the consequences of Owen’s healing. You were ashamed of such childish rash behavior. Especially in front of Marx. Therefore, since then, sometimes you ask him for some work for yourself to at least help him a little with his work. Usually it's just taking something to someone, that is, the work of a messenger.

+1000 to Marx’s respect

There are days when Julius’s fatherly instinct pierces the sky. On such days, he comes to wake you up, although you usually wake up on your own. Then you have breakfast together (and Novachrono will not miss the chance to softly joke on you for something). You go to his office, where he works, and you either sit on his lap or draw or read while sitting next to him. Have lunch and dinner together. Then, by nightfall, Julius reads something out loud to you, like fairy tales, and can even kiss you on the forehead.

This is very kind of you, Julius.

But please don't do this anymore.

Julius doesn't hear your thoughts and sometimes continues to do so.

Once you got a little sick, and it was a  c h a o s.

Then was your Birthday. Just a few months later. And there are two options for the development of event: 1) you don't tell them about it, and they somehow know about it themselves (it's impossible to hide something from the Wizard King)  —>  Julius’s fatherly instinct is sounding an alarm  —> literally the best Birthday; 2) you tell them about it  —>  Julius’s fatherly instinct is sounding the alarm  —> literally the best Birthday. In the end, it all ends the same way.

At some point, it dawned on you that you feel like Asta, looking at people using their magic.

SORRY, JULIUS, BUT WE NEED TO TALK

SAY NO MORE, HE WAS BORN READY FOR THIS

Although the body of the girl, which was occupied by your soul, was emptied of magic, apparently, this didn't apply to your soul.

No matter what your type of magic is, this man is THRILLED.

Then the holy  c a n o n  and the intrigues of the Eye of the Midnight Sun began, during which you, singing a quiet melody, painted «Licht» and his three-eyed gang. Then, with a sweet smile on your face and a creepy chuckle, painted over the whole sheet with black paint. And then burned this sheet in the fireplace.

Even knowing what would happen with Julius during the insurrection of the elves, it was painful.

Well, Julius’s fatherly instinct was now more like the older brother’s instinct. It bothered you a lot less. It, obviously, suited you more.

Now you and Julius are a team. Team We-do-not-look-at-our-chronological-age LOL

The captains of the Orders of the Magic Knights:

You didn't plan to meet with the captains of the orders for at least some more time, but then they had a meeting, and at the same time you mistaken the door, and here we are.

Frightened, when all eyes turned sharply on you, you wanted to apologize and quickly get out, but then Julius said cheerfully: «Oh, Y/N, it's you! Feel free to come in! Oh yes, you are not familiar. This is Y/N. She is my ward.»

Novachrono (the cunning, as he is) didn't even try to conceal you.

The first phrase, which instantly ended the dead silence in the room, belonged to the captain of the Black Bull.

Yami: «Damn, old man, when did you have time?»

Hearing «ward», they ALL thought not about what Julius really meant. But Sukehiro voiced this idea first and only.

You almost started to make excuses, but Julius spoke first in time. He explained the situation to them, and for some reason almost all the captains exhaled synchronously with relief.

The meeting could be officially considered interrupted, because c'mon, guys, this is the ward of the Wizard King.

If you are an introvert and don't like large crowds, then RIP

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Rill was the first to come, as, apparently, the youngest of them. He began to chatter quickly and indistinctly, at the same time shaking your hands. From his monologue, you only understood that he was the captain of the Azure Deer, that he was nineteen, and that he was very glad to see you. Upon knowing that you like to draw (You, in your thoughts: 'It's not like I like it, I just don't even have much to do'), he began to speak even more merrily and to shake hands more intensely. Charlotte saved you from a dislocation of both arms. Stepping closer, she told Rill to stop, after what he, upset, fell behind.

You and Charlotte just stared at each other for a while. But then you had the urge to poke a finger into her cloak and say: «This is my favorite color.» After that, her face twitched for a second, and then she smiled a little. Charlotte gave you a blue rose created by her magic. When, having accepted the flower, you smiled broadly at the woman (you really like blue roses), the sound of a cracked heart was heard by you. But you still don't understand who it was coming from: Julius or Charlotte.

«Oh God, queen of thorns, what kind of expression that was now? Is your nerve pinched?» it was that phrase with which Yami came up to the two of you. Charlotte blushed, you looked at Sukehiro’s formidable face (he was your favorite character in the anime because of his jokes). When you coughed because of tobacco smoke, someone instantly exclaimed: «YAMI, PUT OUT THE CIGARETTE.» He was dissatisfied, but didn't put it out, but just moved away. This upset you a little.

Jack is creepy by himself, and now that you are standing right in front of him, and he, with his enormous height, hangs over you, you were scared three times more. You really froze, thinking that if Jack confuses you with a statue, he will lose interest in you. You could well have passed out because of fear, but Fuegoleon saved the situation.

He greeted you fairly adequately, asked for your name, and then called his. You thought that he was raising Leopold, so he has some communication skills with children. But Fuegoleon was strangely curious (which you thought was especially unusual for him). He asked about your hobbies, magic, and how do you generally live in the Clover castle. You liked to communicate with him.

Nozel didn't even get up from his place, content with what he was observing from the side. He only said (quite proudly) his name and then asked about your past parents. Julius answered him for you, on the go inventing that they were not from the nobility and other. Knowing that you're not from the nobility, he seems to have quickly lost interest.

William was the last to come. He squatted in front of you (the only one, by the way) and, smiling, called his name. Julius whispered to you: «William loves kids.» Knowing the plot of the Black Clover, you also smiled awkwardly at him, clutching Charlotte’s rose more tightly in your hands. You looked intently into his eyes, apparently trying to find something of Patri’s soul, but failed. And then you realized that for a long time you was indecently staring at a person and hastened to make excuses, blurting out the first thing that came to mind: «You have beautiful eyes.» William was surprised at first, but then again smiled only somehow differently. You thought you would die because of shame.

Dorothy and Gueldre didn't talk to you much. Well, that is, Unsworth snuffle something, but you didn't understand anything. And Poizot silently looked at you somehow strange, because of what you quickly looked away. These were the eyes of a crook merchant.

A few headcanons about the captains:

If you think Julius’s fatherly care is the most awkward care you ever received, then take your words back immediately.

One of the captains could well lend you one of their Magic Knights, if you need to go, for example, to the city.

Sometimes you and Rill draw together. Honestly, you're a little depressed by the fact that he draws 100 times better than you. And if you suddenly get the opportunity to be with him when he uses his magic, the «child mod» is switched-on in you, and you start to advise him what to draw in order to win. There is no need to say that he likes you very much, right?

At one point, Charlotte realized that you looked a bit like Yami. She, you and Yami appeared in her head. F A M I L Y. Charlotte’s heart cracked a second time.

At first, Sukehiro for some reason didn't like you too much. But then, when you became interested in his katana and muscles, perhaps he became more favorable a little. Perhaps.

You still stare a little suspiciously at William when you see him. Absolutely unaware of what was going on in his head.

Patri, don't make such face. Yes, she has the magic seal of reincarnation on her. Patri?.. PATRI, DON'T YOU DARE–

But William knows how to make good wood figures.

If one day someone decides to kidnap you or something, he is better off using all the luck he has. Because when he blunders, no one will ever see him again.

You really like spending time in the World of Dreams with Dorothy.

At some point, you became aware of yourself braiding Fuegoleon’s hair. You wanted to pinch yourself to make sure that it was just a dream, but decided to still watch this fascinating dream, while there is a chance.

Soon you realized that you were not sleeping.

You gave almost all of them a drawing of themselves.

[ikeromantic]

Blackmail Between Friends

Leonardo Da Vinci’s main route, Chapter 7 midpoint. Approx 1000 words, complete fluff in which Da Vinci does not actually appear

First: That First Night

Previous: Little Lamb

Sebas took out the slim, black leather journal he kept on his person at all times. Volume two hundred and twenty-eight of the Oh No, They Didn’t! - The Greatest Figures in History Daily Diary. It was a treasure far too great to keep to himself, and a secret far too embarrassing to share. But Leonardo had left him little choice - and damn him for it! 

“You said I knew more about Leonardo Da Vinci than you thought, but you were wrong. So. Very. Wrong.” Sebastian held the book out toward the only other human resident in le Comte’s mansion. The only person that might - might! Understand it’s significance. 

“How was I wrong?” She looked up at him with an expression of polite confusion. 

The butler could not help a little smug grin. “It’s not just Leonardo. I know more about ALL THE OTHERS than you think!” He leaned toward her, the book still proffered. “A picture is worth a thousand words - and I have written over six hundred thousand in my career.” A number he was fairly sure was accurate, despite the lack of a modern day word processor. 

She took the journal from his hands. She was clearly uncertain what he meant, but Sebas was used to that reaction from people. After this, she’d probably avoid him. An awkward situation, since they had to work together for the rest of this month. 

“Take a look inside,” he told her. 

“Okay.” The girl reluctantly opened his journal as if it would bite. “Let’s see.” She began reading the entries aloud. She looked up after a moment. “So, these notes are how you remember to take care of a household of ten people all on your own?”

Sebas shook his head. “No - not at all. That’s easy to remember. This journal is my Oh No, They Didn’t! The Greatest Figures in History Daily Diary.”

“That’s . . . quite a title.” Her eyebrows rose, making a little crease across her forehead. 

“I, Akihiko Satou - ahem - Sebastian - am a proud history fanatic.” He gave a little bow as he waited for the mockery to begin. When she didn’t respond, he took the silence as an invitation to explain himself. From his formative days in elementary school all the way to accepting le Comte’s offer to work in the mansion.

The girl didn’t laugh. She nodded along with the story and when he finished, she said, “Thank you for telling me all that.”

Shocking! “You don’t think I’m a - a freak?”

“A freak? Sebastian, no!” 

“Not even for switching careers to become a butler, just so I can observe my personal heroes? I mean, even I know I can go a bit overboard.”

She shook her head, giving him a heartwarming smile. “You’re not weird. Everyone’s got hobbies. I’ve got notebooks full of language and geography notes. History is clearly important to you.”

Sebastian was surprised, but he hid it behind his usual, professional butlering smile. What could he say to that? But she wasn’t done.

“You don’t have to mock or play down the things you like. Those things are part of you and they deserve respect!”

“Thank you.”

She did laugh now, a breathy, self-deprecating chuckle. “You’re welcome. And I’m sorry if I sounded like an advice column there. I guess I love my hobbies as much as you do.”

Sebas had to laugh as well. His nervousness seemed ridiculous in retrospect. Everyone did have their hobbies so why be ashamed of his? He only needed to make sure the vampires didn’t learn of his journals.

“So the information Leonardo gives you -”

“None of the other residents know. Only Leonardo. He reports what he’s seen to me in exchange for running his errands.” Sebastian tugged a this lapels, nervous again. It felt strange being so open about this with another person, even if she was understanding.

The girl gave him a broad smile. “So it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement hm?”

“Exactly.” Sebas smiled back.

Her grin took a turn for the wicked as she held onto his precious book. “You know, Sebastian, you and I should work out a mutually beneficial arrangement too.”

“What are you offering?” 

“You teach me history, tell me everything about Leonardo and I - I won’t tell anyone about your hobby.” 

There was, thought Sebas, a positively evil glee in her eyes. “Have you, perhaps, confused beneficial with blackmail?” She didn’t even blink. After a moment of silence between them, he sighed. “Very well. I agree.”

“Excellent.” 

And that was how Sebas found himself on the floor of his room, surrounded by his life’s work. The girl sat across from him, reading an entry from a few months ago.

“7pm, found Leonardo asleep in the hall again. Put out the small cigarillo fire on his coat. Will place an order with the tailor in the morning.” She frowned. “I hope he learned his lesson!”

“I believe so. Comte was quite unhappy.”

She nodded, flipping until she found another entry about Da Vinci. “Oooh and here, 10am, Leonardo taking apart my mobile phone. Note to self, do not leave items in library.” The girl looked up. “Did he put it back together? Did it still work?”

“Yes, and . . . I don’t know. The battery has been dead for some time. I had it in the library testing some ideas for charging it. But - I decided it’s best not to. I might -” She wasn’t looking at him anymore. Her nose was buried in another journal, reading another entry. 

At least she was a charming blackmailer, Sebastian thought.

Next: The Perfect Shade

[5hining-aus]

SHINee Proposing

proud-cat-mommy said to 5hining-aus: hi!!! i dont know how your requests work, but i would really like to read a shinee scenario with the proposal, and maybe one with the wedding planning! love your scenarios so muuuuch ♡

Hi there! I could’ve sworn that I had already done this, but I guess I haven’t! Anyway, I definitely had some ideas. Enjoy!

Onew

I know I’ve used this before, but I really like the idea of Jinki accidentally making you think he was breaking up with you when he was, in fact, doing the exact opposite

Just imagine it: you two are at a fancy restaurant, just finishing up dessert, when Jinki takes your hand in his, looks you right in the eye, and says “Y/N, I think we should stop dating”

The couple sitting at the next table is scandalized and you’re just sitting there processing your boyfriend’s (ex-boyfriend’s?) words

Like, he couldn’t have sprung this on you before the main course? And he was so nonchalant about it too

The weirdest thing was that he was still holding your hand and looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes

While you’re still trying to piece his words and actions together, Onew, oblivious to the mental gymnastics you’re performing, reaches into his suit jacket pocket and pulls out a small velvet box

Inside is a ring with the BIGGEST diamond you have ever seen. Seriously, this thing is a sparkler

You’re confused, the couple at the next table is confused, your waiter (who was hiding around the corner because he had come out just as Jinki said “We should stop dating”) is confused. Everybody is confused except for Jinki, who is waiting for your reply

Obviously, once you figure out what the heck is going on, your answer is an enthusiastic yes (though you do give Onew a light smack on the chest for making you think he was leaving you)

Jonghyun

It’s Jonghyun, we all know it’s going to be the sappiest, most sentimental proposal there ever was

He’d probably bring you somewhere that’s special to the both of you, like the place you two met or where you had your first date

To be honest, you kind of knew the proposal was coming

Your boyfriend is wonderful, but he isn’t exactly the stealthiest. He isn’t the best at hiding engagement rings either, considering the fact that you just stumbled upon it while looking for a sweater

You only saw the box, and you didn’t peek, but it was very obviously a ring box

You were still going to act surprised though

He has a whole speech prepared about how much he loves you and how happy you make him

Literal strangers who just happen to be nearby are getting teary-eyed because of how sweet his words are

He doesn’t even manage to finish his speech before you launch yourself at him, pulling him into a kiss and accepting his proposal

Key

This is another one where you know the proposal is coming before it happens. Only difference is that in this one, you know because you and Key had discussed marriage plans beforehand

You knew that there would be a proposal, but you didn’t know when or how it would happen

Basically, the proposal is a surprise, but the engagement isn’t

Anyway, that being said, Kibum’s proposal is this giant thing that probably has the media talking about it for like a week

It happens at one of his concerts. He had told you earlier to be ready and that he was going to do something. You figured that he meant something along the lines of him shouting “Y/N, I LOVE YOU!” at some point during the show. You were wrong

Instead, he pulls you up on stage and proposes to you right there, during his final part in Married To The Music

The other members are 100% in on it and they’re almost more excited to hear your response than Key is

All the Shawols in the audience are losing their minds (in a good way) and so are all the Shawols who are streaming. If you’re also a celebrity, then all your fans are freaking out as well (once again, in a good way)

You and Kibum both knew that the answer was going to be a yes (he wouldn’t have asked so publicly if he wasn’t 1000% sure of your answer) but you decided to tease him a bit and reply with something along the lines of “ hmm, maybe, I’ll think about it.” You make him wait until the end of the show to get his “yes”

Minho

Oh boy, you know that Minho has something big planned for when he pops the question

Two words: scavenger hunt

I am just now realizing that I must really like the idea of Minho planning scavenger hunts for his S/O, since this is the second time I’ve included that in a scenario

Anyways, he gets all of your mutual friends in on it and stations them at random places throughout the city, each one with a clue that’ll lead you to the next person

Well, the places aren’t totally random. They’re places that are important to the two of you, like the place where you and Minho had your first kiss (Jjong’s stationed there), or the café that sells your guys’ favourite muffins (where Jinki is stationed)

Ming put a lot of planning into this. He even made sure that you’d visit all the spots where important milestones for your relationship occurred in chronological order

And he even made all the clues into little riddles (with some help from the others)

When you finally find him (after pretty much running around the whole city), he’s all dressed up and waiting for you in a place that he had obviously been busy decorating for hours

You start putting everything together in your head and, before you can even say “oh my gosh,” Minho’s dropped to one knee and is pulling the ring out

Taemin

So, Taemin had a plan for his proposal. Keyword being “had”

His proposal plan was actually really sweet and, in his imagination, included you swooning and him sweeping you off your feet, whisking you away oh-so romantically

Yeah, it didn’t go as planned. Like, at all

He had gotten a call from the jeweller earlier, telling him that the ring was ready. He had to go to practice the next day, so he was going to pick it up on his way home from that

Well, that morning you asked him what he was doing for the day

I think we all see where this may be going

“Well, first I need to run some errands, then I’m going to go buy some groceries, go to practice, pick up your engagement ring…”

He realizes what he said pretty much immediately, but it’s too late. You had heard what he had said loud and clear

You both agree that you’re going to act surprised when he pulls the ring out later though

[zukkaoru]

top five fics of 2020

i was tagged by @zukka-soulmates to post my five favorite works I made this year.

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works  you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them  below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

(these are going to be in no particular order because i’m indecisive)

1. plum blossom

confession: i actually started writing this fic before i even finished watching atla for the first time. finishing this fic was what motivated me to finally watch the last few episodes (which i had been putting off bc i didn’t want it to end). i was expecting it to be around 5k words, but i just kept writing more and more, and i actually liked what i was writing while i was writing it, which is not always the case for me. it also got way more attention than i ever expected it to (at the moment, it’s my only fic to cross the 1000 kudos threshold and it has almost 200 public bookmarks, which is absolutely insane to me). before i wrote/published this fic, i’d always wanted to write one of those really long oneshots that ended up being 15k+ words bc i admired that people could even do that, so i’m proud of this fic for that reason. the other thing i really like about this fic is that while it is technically a zukka fic, i ended up spending a lot of time in it exploring the friendship between mai and zuko, as well as the friendships between zuko and many of the other main characters in the show, and i had a lot of fun doing that.

2. my calamitous love & insurmountable grief

i got a lot of comments on this one from people saying they were impressed that both the prose and the poetry parts of the fic were equally good, but honestly, i wasn’t too proud of the prose part. i am, however, pretty proud of the poems. my favorite line (which several people commented on) is definitely “could the world ever mourn for us, my love?” from hope wasn’t meant for us, and that was actually the first line i came up with for that poem. that poem was also the first sonnet i wrote that i don’t actively want to set on fire, so that’s cool too. i’m also a little partial to the end of star-crossed - “and i am only me” because i think it highlights how differently sokka views himself from the way other people (zuko) view him. sokka thinks he’s inferior to all his friends because, well, he’s only sokka. but only sokka has half the world leaders wrapped around his fingers and could single-handedly save or destroy the world if he just. realized. how important he is to the people around him.

3. it’s nice to have a friend

this was the first mailee-centric fic i wrote, and i wrote most of it all in one day. i think i’ve said this before, but this fic is one of the few that just. went exactly where i expected and hoped it would go, and i think accurately portrayed the tone and mood i was going for. i really liked the last scene in chapter three with the snow, and i’m also pretty proud of the ending line, which is nice, because ending lines are important to me and i have gotten stuck on endings so many times because nothing i come up with is good enough. also, the beginning of chapter two actually paved the way for the next fic on this list

4. (no sweeter innocence than) our gentle sin

this fic is a monster. i don’t know what else to say. it’s 25k words long and i wrote it all in three days, listening to chloe moriondo’s cover of take me to church basically the whole time. if that cover was on spotify, it would have made my spotify wrapped just outright embarrassing because i probably listened to that song two hundred times in the span of three days. it started as an exploration of how the agni kai between zuko and ozai might have affected mai and ty lee (hence chapter two of it’s nice to have a friend being the starting inspiration), but it turned into... i don’t know. twenty-five thousand words of me projecting onto all four fire nation kids. and i know people get bogged down by internalized homophobia and homophobic family because it’s depressing and it’s been done before, but i didn’t really write this for anyone besides myself, and people like me, who just want to know that they aren’t alone in what they’re feeling. and it took 25k words and i still wasn’t completely satisfied with it, but i think i got a pretty good start in showing what it’s like to grow up with family whose love you know is entirely hinged on their false belief that you’re straight, and in an environment where you’re essentially taught that if you’re gay, you have to choose between everything you’ve ever known and any shot at living, or falling in love.

5. when we all fall asleep, where do we go?

last but not least, we have what i affectionately labelled my sleep paralysis sokka one shot long before i even started writing it. this idea sat in my head for weeks before i finally got around to writing it, and in the earliest stages of the idea, it was going to be a zuko sleep paralysis oneshot. i’m glad i changed it to sokka, though, because i really enjoyed writing for him. i also might have forced myself into a position where i knew i would experience sleep paralysis before writing the very last scene, so i had some ~fresh~ memories in my mind as i wrote, and i think that scene had the most accurate description because of that. i would not recommend doing that to your mind/body, but... it did help me. (also i may or may not be thinking about writing a sort-of sequel to this that is kya ii-centric.. but i have many other wips to work on first)

tagging: @that-was-anticlimactic @tysukis @zukosaturtle-duck and anyone else who wants to participate! (of course, don’t feel obligated to if you don’t want to)

[tabletoptime]

2020 Creator Wrap: Favourite Works

so i got tagged by @robinlikeitshot which is !!!! super neat!

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite  works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link  them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in  2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so  we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

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i sure wrote stuff this year. like. a surprising amount of stuff, honestly. i'm now 15 chapters into my longfic, and i've been steadily creating at at least a few thousand words a month if not more. it's kind of really nice? especially since i've only gotten busier as time has gone on lol. i can definitely blame all of the peeps on discord for that one :p so in no particular order

1) Take It Back Now Y'all

yeah this one was obvious. this is my baby, my passion project, and the piece i keep coming back to over and over again. i'm so proud of this story, and while sometimes working on it can be frustrating, other times it feels like sitting down and getting comfy. i love writing in Tim's voice, and the amount of feedback has been incredible. it's now at over 1000 kudos, and everytime i remember that i freak out all over again. i'm hoping to finish it this year, but its always going to hold a special place in my heart

2) We're Not Driving (How did we get here?)

this was my first attempt at a giftfic, and every time i think about it i'm reminded of one of my favourite people, and for that alone i love it. though i should really go back and fix this one continuity error that i notice everytime i read it. bonus points if you know what i'm talking about :p but yes, i got to write hurt/comfort, i got to Project Hard onto a character i love, and i got to make someone i care about smile. heck yes

3) Each Life Touches so Many (Or Leaves an Awful Big Hole)

surprise surprise, this one isn't a Tim fic. i am and will continue to be an absolute ho for alternate universe crossover fics, in which characters are forced to confront the Maybes of their own lives. and when Castlevania gave me a maguffin as pretty as the Infinite Corridor in its second season, well. i really had no choice. i cracked this one out in like two days and its got some of my favourite action in it. also a pissy dhampir x2. it was a lot of fun and Sypha is The Best

4) No Need to Deal with Dragons

so i tried to JayTim week this year and oh boy. i had Ideas and Plans and a lot of them just didn't end up working the ways i had hoped. this fic on the other hand was exactly what i wanted when i had the idea for the Fairytale/Based on a Book prompt. the Enchanted Forest Chronicles meant so much to me as a kid, and getting to play with that world even a little was so damn cool. also i got to make the Outlaws cats, and that will never stop being funny

5) Orographic Lifts

another not-DC fic, and another bit of shameless self-indulgence. time travel and wings and assassins, oh my. i'm pretty proud of it, all things considered. less because i think its super good or something, but because i joined a pleasantly small discord full of some awesome people, and this fic is the product of a bunch of yelling of ideas back and forth. its also kind of a symbol to me of how i'm getting more comfortable with sharing creatively online? i would have never dreamed of writing this fic last year, let alone posting it. not because i wasn't capable of it ideas-wise (though it probably would have been a very different fic in terms of style), but because i kind of consider this a Niche Interest, and i've played those very close to my chest for a long time. this year has been huge for me in creative growth, and just being able to be a part of creative communities, and this fic is a culmination of all that

it's been a hell of a year, y'all. here's to a better one going forward <3 (also i didn't check if any of you i'm tagging have already done this because i'm lazy, feel free to ignore)

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Airheads

READ FUTURE MANAGEMENT

Pairing: Roger x Reader

Summery: Roger relaxes after a long day with a visit from his Doll

Warnings: Smut (18+), Bimbofication/intelligence play, hypnosis/trance, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex.

Words: 4144

A/N: Response to a request as part of my 1000 follower celebration. Title is from another song on Roger’s first solo album.

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You heard the key turn in the lock, head flicking around as Roger closed the door behind him and entered the room. He sighed and dropped onto the couch beside you, head falling into your lap.  “Long day?” you asked, putting down the magazine you’d been reading so you could drag your fingers through his hair.  “Something like that,” he smiled up at you but it lacked something of his usual manic energy.  “Anything I can do?”  “Nah, just got a lot on my mind y’know. New album stuff.”  “Well, dinner’s already going in the crock pot. Going to be another couple of hours so if you want to take a nap or something you’ve got time. Or we could go for a walk? Might help you clear your mind.”  “‘m perfectly happy to just lie here with you for a bit.”  “Let me know if you want anything else. You’re always so good to me when I’m stressed out and need a break.”  Roger nodded and the two of you fell into an easy silence as you turned back to your magazine. A couple of minutes later you looked back down at Roger, double checking he was okay. He was unusually quiet and, aside from the lack of snores, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d fallen asleep. Instead you found him quietly contemplating something. His expression was one of thoughtful concentration, like he was working through some problem in his head.  “Actually, that might work,” he said suddenly as if there’d been no break to you conversation, “if you’re okay with it.”  “What d’you mean Rog?” It wasn’t the first time his mind had raced ahead in a conversation you were no longer having.  He sat up, shifting around to face you, “Think I could use a visit from my doll,”  “Really?”  “Only if you’re up for it. It’s your brain and stuff,”  “Rog I’d love to. Just didn’t expect you to want it is all.”  “Wasn’t really on my mind until you said that thing about how I look after you when you’re stressed. But, thinking about it, I find it really useful to unclutter my mind and relax too.”  “Keep talking like that and I might have to try making you the bimbo for once,”  “Don’t get any cute ideas,” he laughed, “I think it’s partly the control that I like.”  “Is something making you feel out of control?”  “No, love, nothing bad,” he took your hand, pulling your palm up to his lips, “Just working on this album and stuff. There’s always arguments and disagreements. We try to be as diplomatic as possible but it’s... well it’s different to making an album on my own that’s for sure.”  “I’ll go get changed then. Do you want high heels bimbo or barefoot bimbo?”  “What’s the difference?”  “I don’t know that there’s much of a noticeable difference in how I act or respond to stuff but they feel different to me.”  “Elaborate?”  “I didn’t pick up on it at first but the more we play with this whole dumb bimbo thing and the more comfortable I am with it, the more little things I notice when I come back to earth. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it but when we do it and I get properly done up in heels and everything I feel like... I guess it’s like a barbie doll bimbo. Like I was built to be played with and controlled. You tell me what you want and I can’t imagine not doing it because that’s what I was made to do. And when you aren’t telling me what to do, I know I have to look pretty for you. Chest out, lips parted, like a plastic doll.”  “And barefoot?”   “Barefoot is like... It’s not that I was made to be a toy, it’s that I found my calling. Like everything else, my job and my normal personality and everything, was just me playing pretend and now I’ve stopped and accepted the truth of who I am. I don’t follow your instructions because I was programmed to, I do it because that’s who I am and what I need.” you laughed, “it sounds ridiculous when I try to explain but I swear it’s true.”  “If you can feel a difference then you pick. Whichever you’d prefer tonight. Now go on, I’ll give you ten minutes and then I’ll come up, okay?”  “Okay,” you made to stand but Roger still had a hold of your hand.  “Wait,” he said, pulling you back towards him, “I love you.” 

You were still smiling when you closed the bedroom door behind you and began pulling off your clothes. You dropped your shirt and pants into the laundry basket and opened your draw, digging around until you found what you were looking for. A push up bra and matching thong you’d bought as a surprise for Roger. Not your usual type of undergarments. Certainly not something you’d wear to work or on a regular day. But you’d immediately fallen in love with them when you’d seen them, knowing they’d help you sink into your brainless state the next time you and Roger decided to play. Your work appropriate underwear joined your work appropriate clothes in the hamper as you tugged the new set on, already starting to feel looser and more aroused. You didn’t bother with shoes, not necessarily because you had a preference but because you’d spent a good chunk of the day on your feet and the idea of strapping yourself into a pair of ridiculously high heels made your toes throb. You did, however, take the time to apply some mascara and lipstick, picking out a bright shade of pink Roger had bought for you when he discovered it was named Bimbo. You took a look at the full effect in the mirror, feeling happy with what you’d achieved, and sat on the bed to wait.  

Roger inhaled sharply when he saw you, “Christ, love,”  “Do you like it?”  “Stand up and do a spin,”  You laughed and did as he asked, slowly turning so he could see you from every side.  “I love it. You look stunning,”  “I was going for whore but I guess that’ll do.”  “Didn’t let me finish. Stunning whore. You ready?”  “Yes,”  “Alright then, come sit on my lap,” he toed off his shoes and dropped onto the bed, leaning against the bedhead with his legs outstretched. You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, wiggling until you were comfortable. Once you were settled, he granted you a slow, soft kiss, his fingers drawing lines up and down your sides, encouraging you to relax. You hummed quietly as he pulled away, eyes still closed, waiting for him to kiss you again.  “Good girl,” his voice took on the familiar calm authority that you’d formed a Pavlovian reaction to, already able to feel the edges of your mind dulling, “Dressed so prettily for me. So obedient. Listening to my voice so well. Listening when I tell you to relax.” His fingers were still moving over your skin slowly, up and down and up again, making you tingle as you unintentionally timed your breathing to match the same pace and began to keep count of them in your head. “And I see we decided not to wear heels.”  “Yeah,” your voice sounded distant to your own ears.  “Because that’s natural, isn’t it? Feels natural to let your mind go blank and listen to my voice. Being a barbie doll is fun, being played with is fun. But that’s temporary isn’t it,”  “Mmhmm,” his voice was making it hard to concentrate on the number of breaths you’d taken so you started again.  “But we know that being a silly giggly airhead is your natural state. We know you only play at being sensible and in control. Nothing to lose by admitting it. This is you letting go. Giving yourself to me. Counting your breaths and sinking deeper, deeper, deeper into my voice, letting all the unnecessary thoughts go.”  You nodded though you’d lost count again.  “That’s right, doll, just let go. So hard to pretend all the time, feel lost all the time. Nothing to lose by letting go, sinking down, counting down. Ten. Nine.   You felt grateful that Sir was there to help you count. You knew how. You knew you knew how. But it was hard to think about the numbers properly, remember which order they came in. Came. Come. Cum. That was a good word. Made you feel funny. Made you want to giggle.  “Eight. What’s so funny, love? Seven. Was it something about sinking down, down, down, into your natural silly bimbo self? Six. Five.”  You knew something had been funny but you couldn’t place a finger on what exactly it was. Sir’s voice was so distracting, making you feel all fuzzy. Something else too.   “Four. I love seeing you like this. So happy. Happy to be a dumb slut for Sir. Happy to listen to my voice. Happy to be controlled. Three.”  You were happy. Happy and horny. That was the word. Horny. Another good word.��  “Good girl. Almost there. Letting go of everything. Sinking down deeper. Two. Ready to be Sir’s good girl. A pretty, horny, bimbo slut. One.” 

You blinked your eyes open, readjusting to the light. Roger was watching you closely, his hands coming to a stop on your hips.  “Hi Sir,” you beamed at him.  “Hi Doll, what’s that smile for?”  “Proud,” you said after a moment’s hard thought.  “Is that right? And why are you so proud?”  “Ummmm.... Oh! I know!” you started giggling again, “I know two good words,”  “And what would they be?”  You screwed your eyes shut again, trying not to lose the words in the big empty space in your head. “Cum and Horny,”  “Those are two very good words to know,” Roger laughed which only set you into another burst of giggles, “do you know why you know them?”  You shook your head, pouting in confusion.  “You know them because you’re Sir’s good horny girl, aren’t you? And that makes you want Sir's cum, isn’t that right?”  It was so obvious now that he said it, of course that’s why you knew those words. After all, nothing was worth knowing unless it helped you be a good slut for Sir. There was no need for any pesky thoughts unless he told you to think them, no need for you to want anything unless he wanted it too.   “Love? Still with me?” he tapped on your leg to get your attention again, hands returning to your hips and holding you tight.  “Sorry Sir,”  “That’s alright. It can be a bit hard to focus when your head is so very empty. But I can help with that.”  “Help?”  “Give you something to focus on.”  “Liiiiike,” you dragged it out as you tried to think of the word you wanted. It was right there, just out of reach. It was another good word though. A word you liked. It made you think of Sir and it felt good to say, felt good on your tongue. And then it hit you, “Like your cock?”  Roger laughed, “Maybe. I do love how eager you are for it. But I had another idea in mind. Because I also love how obedient and suggestable you are when you’re like this.”  You didn’t understand what he meant by like this, after all this was who you were naturally, but you didn’t worry about it too much. There was a lot you didn’t understand.  “So I want you to lie back for me and listen closely okay?”  You nodded and climbed off his lap, briefly distracted by the small wet patch you’d left as you unconsciously tried to grind against his crotch.    “We’re going to try something a bit different, okay? But it’s going to be fun.” He hooked his finger into the top of your thong and began tugging it down your legs, “What I’m going to do is lick your pretty pussy, ten times. And You’re going to keep count, yes?”  “Yes Sir,”  “Good. Now there’s a trick to this. Because every time you say a number everything is going to feel a little bit stronger. Every time you feel my tongue on your pussy, you’re going to feel fuzzier. Anything left in your brain will drip drip drip away while your pussy drip drip drips for me.”  You could feel him stroking your thighs gently, and felt your eyes droop as his voice filled your head.  “All you have to do is count for me. Let it build and build and build. Making you want to cum over and over and over. But you won’t be able to cum until you finish counting. What’s that pout for? You want to please Sir yes?”  “Yes!” It was all you wanted.  “Then be a good girl and count down from ten.” 

“Ten,” you said, a little breathless, as Roger dragged his tongue along your slit. A long, slow, precise trail, collecting your noticeable wetness. It felt good and you sighed as he pulled back, wanting more. He gave you a few seconds and then leaned back in. The next lick felt better. Just as careful, just as slow, but better. Like you were a little more sensitive, a little more alert to the sensation even though your mind felt a little more foggy. A couple more and you were moaning out the numbers. It was tricky, remembering which number you were up to as Roger kept his methodical pace and you felt more and more sensitive, but you focused as best you could, determined to do what he asked. By the time you’d counted down to five you felt like you could have cum from the lightest touch, except that something was stopping you. You needed to be good. Needed to follow Sir’s instructions so he’d be pleased with you. You’d be happy if you pleased him. You felt his warm breath and moaned as his tongue met you again, still that same motion. One long swipe through your folds. If you’d been able to think properly and remember anything from before he kissed you, you would have realised it wasn’t his usual technique. On a regular day it wouldn’t have been anywhere near enough to have you anywhere near cumming, especially in such a short time. But he’d told you what he wanted from you and you listened, absorbed it, and obeyed. Though you couldn’t remember what number you were up to.  “Keep counting, love.”  “I don’t... what comes next Sir?” You could feel tears starting to prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the growing need to cum and worry that weren’t being good enough, pleasing him enough.  “Four. You’re doing so well, almost there.”  “F-four.” His praise gave you some small relief as you bunched the bed sheet up in your fists and your desperation rose. Roger was holding you down, keeping you from bucking your hips to make him speed up. His touch alone sent waves of heat through you, though it was nothing to how his mouth made you writhe and twitch.  “Ummm...”   “Three, remember?”  You shook your head but you repeated him anyway. It was less of a moan and more of a cry.  “Just two more to go, Doll. Two and then One. Can you remember that?”  “Two.” You wanted to beg and scream but Roger didn’t give you a chance before...  “Oh, umm, one?” Almost as soon as you said it your toes curled and stars burst behind your eyes as you felt the climax you’d been waiting for hit you. Roger didn’t stop and pull away like he had between each other number. He kept going, his nose nudging your clit, making your continued moans catch in your throat as he prologued your orgasm. 

“How was that, love?” he asked softly, leaving small kisses over your thighs, “Was it fun?”  “Mmhmm, just like you said,”  “I had fun too.”  It made you happy to hear that and you couldn’t help but smile at Roger as he settled beside you, propping himself up on his elbow.  “How do you feel now?”  “Ummmm, more.”  “What d’you mean by that?”  “I don’t know,” you giggled, “just feel stuff but more,”  “Is more good?”  “Umm I think so,”  “And you don’t feel tired or anything bad?  “Should I?”  “No, I’m just checking, love.”  “Can I have your cock now?”  “Christ,” Roger shook his head but he was smiling, “Are you sure you’re okay? I want you to tell me if you’re not. I won’t be upset.”  “I'm very okay Sir. I’m your good horny girl.”  “You are,” he pulled you into another kiss.  His praise made you feel light and bubbly and you wanted to show him. You pressed yourself closer to him, lifting your leg over his so you could try to grind against his thigh.   “Alright, alright, just hold your horses,”  You pouted as he shuffled away from you and stood up.  “Don’t look so upset, I’ve got to take my bloody pants off and then you can ride me.”  “Really?” you almost shouted the question in your excitement, spring up onto your knees, drawing another laugh from Roger as he pulled his shirt off.  “Yes really. God you’ve got a one-track mind.”   “What does that mean?”  “Means you’re being a perfect bimbo for me. Now move over again, let me lie down. You’re going to do the work this time.”  “Yes Sir,” you grinned as you shuffled over, eventually settling between his legs. The sight of his half hard cock made your mouth water and instantly you dropped your lips to his tip. Roger cursed as you sucked him into your mouth, focusing every ounce of your attention on the task at hand, wanting to prove how good you were. You could feel him getting harder as you licked and sucked and pumped him in your fist, pulling back to let drops of spit fall over him or to give some attention to his balls. It made you wet knowing you were pleasing him, being able to physically feel it, but you didn’t stop. Sir’s cum was more important than yours, would make you happier than yours would and that knowledge drove you on. Every moan he made, every time his hips bucked up, every murmured word of praise had you dripping and eager. You let him slip deeper down your throat without any consideration for your comfort or enjoyment. You enjoyed it because Sir enjoyed it. It didn’t matter than you gagged and choked or that your mascara ran into your eyes and your lipstick smeared over your face. All that mattered was his cock and his cum and his praise.  

You whined when he stopped you.  “Keep going like that and I’ll be finished before I get inside your cunt,” he said as he crooked his finger at your, “C’mon, up here now. Ride me. And take that slutty excuse of a bra off, wanna see your tits bounce.”  You giggled as you dropped the bra beside you, crawling further up his body until he was lined up with your entrance. Roger watched you closely as you sunk down onto him, laying his hands on your thighs when you bottomed out to stop you moving.  “Feels so fucking good, Doll.”  “Mmmm, me too Sir. Good and full.” That wasn’t quite the right way to describe it but you couldn’t keep hold of the words for long enough to say them. You felt like a craving was being satisfied. Like you belonged there, stretched around him. Like you’d found your place in the world. But your brain was so fuzzy and empty it was a miracle you’d found the word full.  Roger let go of your thighs, resting his hands behind his head as you began to rock back and forth, building momentum. Before long you were bouncing up and down on his cock, panting and whining, even though the muscles in your legs were beginning to ache. Roger was true to his word, his eyes glued on your tits as you pulled more moans and grunts from him. You lifted your own hands to your hair and laughed at the sensation of it tangled around your fingers. It was enough to get Roger’s attention.  “You’re, fuck, you’re loving this aren’t you?”  “Yes Sir!”  “Such a dumb cockslut. All fucked out on top of being a silly bimbo.”  You didn’t know what to say so you just nodded your agreement.  “Just like I thought. Too fucking brainless to understand.”  Again, you nodded and Roger laughed, the sound quickly followed by a grunt as you clenched around him.   “’m close, love, but I want to feel you cum first okay?”  “Yes Sir, anything you want.”  “That’s my girl,” He moved one hand to your clit, rubbing you in fast circles as you fucked yourself on his cock, “be a good slut and scream.”  As soon as you had permission to be loud you found you couldn’t hold back. Every circle on your clit and shift of your hips sent a whine or a moan spilling from your lips, each one louder than the last.   “Just like that, love, go on, cum for me,”  Your whole world was Roger. You felt him deep in your pussy and deep in your head. He was every thought you could grasp, every desire you had. Your owner, your keeper, your Sir. You came for him, screamed for him. The wave of extasy that rolled through you was just a bonus. A side effect of his control. It was made even sweeter as he came too, grunting as he rewarded you. Proof that he was pleased with you, that you’d been good. The ultimate praise.  

Roger took hold of your arms and pulled you closer, wrapping you up in a sweaty hug as he rolled you onto your side and kissed you again. It was an unsuccessful distraction. You still whined as he removed himself from your pussy, still tried to plead for more.  “Please Sir? Please let me have your cock again.”  “Not right now, Doll. Need a break,”  He was right. Of course he was right, he was always right. But you couldn’t help feeling a little sad about it, “Maybe later? After a break?”  Roger laughed, “How am I meant to say no to that face? Yeah, alright, maybe later.”  “Thank you, Sir,”  “But you’ve got to lie here for a bit okay? Lie here and listen to my voice,” His fingers began tracing up and down your side again as he watched you. It was calming and you began to match your breathing to his pace, up and down in and out. “That’s right, just relax and close your eyes and focus on my voice.”  “Like this?”  “Just like that. Nice and quiet and still as you breath in and out. Good girl. Feels natural to relax and count your breaths in and out. Ten. Nine.”  You hummed as you felt your mind becoming less dull and fuzzy.  “That’s right. Eight. Starting to remember, to realise what’s temporary and what’s natural. Seven. Nothing to lose by remembering. Feels good to come back to yourself, feels natural. Six. Finding yourself, coming back to yourself. Five.”  With every word and every breath things became sharper. The fuzzy blankness faded, replaced with a calm content feeling. You winced as you shifted your leg, the ache in your muscles more pronounced. But it was accompanied by a deep satisfaction that made it worthwhile.  “Happy to take back control. Happy to find yourself. Four. Almost there. Three. Leaving the bimbo behind, letting go of brainless obedience. Two. Ready to be yourself again. One.” 

You blinked your eyes open again, Roger’s face the first thing you saw. His fingers were still dragging along your side but you weren’t breathing in time with them anymore.   “Hi Rog,”  “There she is. How was that?”  “Really good. Feel a bit sore now but it was fun. How do you feel?”  “A lot better. Less cluttered.”  “Good,”  “Thank you,” you were almost overwhelmed by the sincerity of his words as he shuffled closer so his forehead was pressed to yours.  “You’ve done exactly the same for me so many times now, I was more than happy to.”  “Yeah but you’re the one who has their brain messed with, I’ve got the easy part. Just means a lot that you trust me so much.”  “Course I trust you, Rog. I trust you more than anyone.”  You’d never felt quite so loved as you did when he kissed you then, bringing his hand up to cup your face, his thumb tenderly stroking over your cheek.