#this took so long but i'm so proud lol

[slippinninque]

A Lil' Bit Special

The upcoming holiday has you feeling brave, so you decide to take a change.

Fontaine x black reader

warnings: long-fic, bad attempts at seduction and flirting, cursing, smoking, rambling and my horrid attempts at writing humor lol

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It was one of those days in autumn where it was just pleasant enough to hang outside. The sun was strong through the few clouds that grazed the sky, the breeze more cool than crisp.

Stacy decided that you needed to "get out more" so it somehow led to her low-key kidnapping you. Apparently there was a kickback happening with "a few friends already coming".

"It'll get you all ready to play hostess later on, trust me." Stacy offered as an excuse to your rolling eyes.

Wasn't long before you were parked, you two leaving the car to meet up with the rest of your girls.

It definitely became worth it when you saw a familiar Gran Prix not too far away.

You were playing the long game, but this was a beautiful opportunity.

To the knowing smiles and grins from your friends, you pardoned yourself to begin walking over to Fontaine's car.

You faltered when you were close enough to see him speaking with someone bent through the passenger window.

You weren't brave enough to have an audience. Another time then.

'Another time, then.' You thought, turning to retreat to retreat when you heard the soft bop of a horn.

Fontaine crooked his finger for you to come over and you huffed to hide the smile creeping on your face as you did.

"Huh, so you're honking at me like I'm some sort of peasant?"

"My bad, Lil'Bit, my bad. It looked like you wanted to talk to me about somethin'."

Your face warmed at his nickname for you, "I do, actually! Real quick, I know you're busy an' all that. I didn't want to interrupt."

Fontaine smacked his lips and gestured to the passenger seat.

"C'mon in here and talk to me, don' be standing out there."

Your heart squealed but you played it cool, "Can't do that--I'm hangin' with the ladies right now, but I do need you to say 'yes' to something."

He huffed a laugh, "And what's that?"

You leaned into the car a bit through the driver side window, propped onto your elbows and wore your best smile.

"I'm here to invite you to my Friendsgiving soiree later this week."

Fontaine paused, eyes going a bit narrow, "Friendsgiving?"

The butterflies returned under his scrutiny but you busied yourself, reaching out to run your index finger along the ridges of his steering wheel's grip. As far as your finger could reach before going back tracking on the opposite side.

"I don't have any family here, so I host one for all my people that can come through. ."

When you looked up, you saw he was watching your fidgeting with rapt attention.

"I would like to see you there. Big Moss too, if you can bring 'em. Anyone really--there's going to be enough to feed an army."

This was a bit of a risk for you. After all, he could consider you more of a familiar customer if anything.

You could have the vibes all wrong. Misread the looks, the small but thoughtful gestures. The few but pleasurable conversations they've had thus far...

You watched his eyes slide from your fingers and up to meet yours, the most expressive pair of eyes you've seen, your favorite part of that man.

"Yes."

You couldn't help but to smile. You were down bad but if there was a chance that Fontaine would like to join you, fuck it. You wanted to burrow in that.

"Wonderful! Bring anything you like, but it's not mandatory or nothing." You spotted a dude walking up through the passenger side window and straightened.

"I'll see you later, 'Taine, yeah?"

He nodded and when you turned to make your way to your friends, you could feel them warming your back.

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You spent the rest of the week getting ready to host. You did all of the prep and cooking of the essential sides, just in case plans changed. You would rather have too much food to end up giving away rather than too little to share.

When thanksgiving finally rolled around, you allowed yourself to get swept up in the festivities.

There was a lot of food. Friends who couldn't make it sent forward a dish to be shared the next day. Coworkers who came through to get something on their stomachs before going to the company's booze-only party.

Neighbors who lingered and played a few hands of Spades, bringing fruits and plants as gifts. There were drinks and smoke flowing with the easy togetherness that you were grateful for.

You were in a bit of a difficult standing with your family at the moment. A lot of silences, hesitant texts. It just needed some work, when you were ready to do it. Until then, you still reached out to the fam to let them know you were still thinking of them.

The evening came and your core crew began dispersing. You felt floating and full yourself, tipsy from the good time you've been having since the afternoon. Your apron was filled with messes and you long ago slipped on your slippers.

While farewells happened in the front room, you went into the kitchen to make a few to-go plates and map out exactly how all the left over were going to fit in your fridge.

"You wasn't fuckin' around, Lil'Bit."

Startling, you looked over your shoulder and saw Fontaine standing there with a few bags in hand. You felt your face flame, knowing how much of a mess you looked.

"You're here already?" You checked the time on your phone, "Of course you are, you'd said you'd be a little later. Sit, sit. I'll make you a plate."

"I ain't trippin', I can make it--"

You turned, walking right up to Fontaine and for some reason found yourself grabbing the zipper of his jacket.

"I'm glad you're here, Fontaine. Show me what you brought while I make your plate."

Silently, Fontaine put the bags on the island. Putting the assorted fruit platter and wine bottle onto the kitchen counter.

Bless his heart, he brought paper plates and plastic silverware too. You cooed, grabbing the big count of assorted utensils and immediately tearing into them.

Before long, Fontaine was leaning against your fridge with a hefty plate as you returned to the to-go plates.

"Is 'Moss with you?" You just remembered with a jolt.

Fontaine hummed a positive, "Out there talkin' to Stacy."

You laughed a bit, making an extra plate. With the finished plates, you went to the front room to pass them out. You greeted Big Moss and wished safe travels to your departing friends.

There was only Big Moss, Stacy, yourself, Fontaine. You should have stayed in the front to get Stacey to put away her pretty little eyes, less she get involved in the whirlwind of Big Moss and his baby mama--but...

You switched on your radio and lowered it, asking them if they needed anything.

"Girl, sit yo' tail down." Stacy admonished, shuffling a deck of cards while Moss poured something for them both, "You've been standing all day. Eat something too, while you're at it!"

"Eek, alright, you can't fuss at me in my house!"

Stacy made a show of narrowing her eyes and you hightailed it out of there. You took one of the stools with you, plopping it next to the one already pulled to the island.

Fontaine was rolling a blunt next to his plate. When you finally took a seat, you took a deep sigh. The kitchen would have to wait until morning, you would put all the food away the best you can.

'A happy trouble.' you told yourself as you took in the spread on the island.

A bunt being set in front of you brought you out of your head. Fontaine rounded the island to take a seat on the stool before you. Taking out the lighter in your apron, you fired up in one flame.

"My bad for comin' so late. Big Moss' Mama roped us into cleaning up after her and her gang."

"Her...gang?"

You passed the blunt to him as he nodded, "Somethin' about a knitting circle potluck. I ain't even sure, but she was laughing...so..."

He shrugged but you understood. So long as Mama Moss was having a good time, it didn't matter what she needed.

"Not the Mama Moss Gang." You giggled at the image of Fontaine and Big Moss chaperoning knitters going wild.

He grinned, chuckling a bit. You both fell into easy conversation, comfortable and familiar as you passed the blunt back and forth.

In the background you heard Stacy and Big Moss talking shit and a Lauryn Hill song played. Fontaine glowed in the low light of single kitchen light.

"You want somethin' sweet?" You asked him, your appetite perking up. Fontaine made a low noise, considering?

He tamped out the blunt, "Whatchu got sweet, Lil'Bit?"

"Ugh, I demand a new nickname." You leaned over to grab the top of the cake container settled in the middle of the chaos, "How'd you feel about pound cake? I made the frosting too."

You didn't wait for his response. You cut two generous slices and put them on the same paper plate.

Fontaine passed you a plastic fork, "Can't do pound cake, I ain't lettin' no one else call you that shit."

You stared at him blankly for a moment before you scoffed, soon trying to smother your laugh into your hand. You stood to pour two glasses of milk,

"Well, I don't like Lil'Bit. It makes me feel like you don't take me seriously."

"I take you serious, 'Bit. Trust an' believe. I'm tryin' not to take you too serious."

"What's that mean, Fontaine?"

He tilted his head and gave you one of those faraway looks that meant he was choosing his next words very carefully. You sliced your cake into little squares and waited.

He reached out and took one of your hands it began to fidget, "That came out crazy. I dig you. I think you're somthin' special. I don't...want to run you off. 'Cause you ain't seen it all yet."

Turning your hand so you'd meet his palm to palm, your stared into his eyes.

"What is it that you think I need to see to make me not want you?"

That was a bit heavy handed, but you couldn't make yourself feel regretful if you tried. Especially when you saw his eyes train onto where you still held hands, not able to say anything.

"I don't mean to force you," You said softly, "I just wanted to let you know how I feel. That I like what you've let me see so far and...I would like to show you more of me too."

His brows rose and you sighed, "Alright, I'm a few double-shots down---Okay? I can't dismantle every innuendo."

You were glad to see his face soften, the hand around yours holding a bit tighter.

"It's all good. I'm looking forward to what we'll show each other next."

He lifted your hand, paused a bit, then pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

He promised to think of a name that would 'better suit you'.

Your heart sang at the nearly bashful look he shot you and suddenly you couldn't wait to see how many nights you could get this man to kiss you over dessert.

You kept yourself present, though. Fontaine seemingly done with words as he turned back to his cake. He was content to hold your hand, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles.

There was still more words to be had, but there was always tomorrow.

This, right now though, was one exciting start.

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notes: PHEW! this one was a longer one. thank you for reading all of this, i just really wanted to write something holiday themed for Fontaine. Any feed back is welcomed!

[mushroominaforest]

Finished my AP art homework! this week's prompts were "fast" and "dead flowers". (You'll see I got very creative with the dead flowers one lmao)

[nessa-rpgs]

Back with another big one ! Kellen fighting a bandit leader !

[bonni]

the idkhow concert was really good! dallon weekes has great stage presence and enjoys showing off that he can hit high notes live (and good for him honestly). most of the songs I didn't love from the new album were skipped anyway, although they did do the spoken word song and weekes revealed that it was inspired by a real letter he got from a toxic ex so now I feel bad about shitting on it 😭

I have also concluded once and for all that I hate filming during concerts. never again! I recorded the first verse and chorus of new invention on my phone and it just totally took me out of the experience, I felt disconnected and focused on all the wrong things. I couldn't even jam out because I didn't want my camera to shake :/ so I allowed myself to enjoy the rest of the song and didn't bother trying to record anything again. if I want something to remember a concert by I'd rather buy an overpriced t-shirt than miss out on experiencing my favorite songs the way I want to experience them.

[rebornofstars]

* I know I’m technically a focus on art but I also want to chat as writer—what’s one of your favorite troupes that you rarely write whether it’s because you feel you can’t do it justice or just because you don’t? Me personally I am an AVID fan of mind bending/un-reality fics, but I can never write them to a satisfactory level. They’re so fun to read especially when they’re multi-chapter and you’ve gotta theorize on wtf is going on!!! It’s quirky and fun!!!! No one knows what’s going on and I ADORE that type of confusion. Learning to write is fun but I’m not at that level yet and I’m excited for when I can GGHRAAAHHH!!!!

OH BOY. oh boy. hello there thank you so much for the ask i absolutely love it. this took me a while to respond to because i had to get my thoughts in order 😅 i like a good never-say-never attitude, but there are many many things i write that are not as good as the blurry versions of themselves rotating around the inside of my head! the potential, u know? i can never do the potential justice. somehow i don't think that will ever change.

one thing i definitely struggle with is long-term character development - whether it's romantic, like a slow burn, or platonic or just in terms of narrative structure, whatever. i can't seem to get it happening to my satisfaction. i am so comfortable collecting snapshots of specific points of a character's journey, but when i try to slowly allow them to grow and change, it always feels cheap idk 😬😭 i'm also not so good at writing stories which span a longer period of time and/or have timeskips. it's mostly due to lack of practice with longer stories, and i'm working on improving!

in terms of more specific tropes or genres, though.... mysteries. i can never figure out how heavy or subtle the foreshadowing should be. comedy is also hard, although i've been practicing that one and i think i'm slowly getting the hang of a few different styles that are more humourous. and sometimes i read, like, Feist and Wurts' Empire trilogy, or Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind, and realise all over again i have a looooong way yet to go when it comes to introducing worldbuilding into a story naturally and intuitively. also, this might be silly, because the LU fic i'm most known for is literally about this, but reveals? i'm not so confident i can live up to the hype or satisfactorily fulfill the tension i've built. i hope my cursebreaker readers are not going to be disappointed by the payoff/reveal i have planned 🤞🤞😁

that being said, though, i keep writing all of those tropes and genres anyway, and it's really an honour to have the space and encouragement to be giving it a shot. i'm so grateful that all my recurring readers have put their trust in me and my ability to deliver a good story. throughout my childhood writing has always been a very solitary endeavour for me and i cannot express how much fun i've been having on ao3 over the last year, and tumblr the last few months. i've never had a fandom community like this before 💕 and i like to think that while i'm still growing my skills, i also have the potential inside me for anything, if i give it a good shot and keep at it. i think we all do.

i'm very sorry for all of this word vomit 😁 i guess, to chat as a writer, all i can say is i also LOVE reality bending stories, and they're SO FUN and you're SO RIGHT, and i don't have so much one problem writing as i do a lot of smaller more general ones, because i like to throw myself into my problems head-first, and i believe that you too have a million potentials inside you if you keep at it, and i for one am very, very excited to see where you go. i guess this whole answer was a gesture of enouragement, in the end. 🤩🥰

[lilium-knots]

Jinx braclet !

[fitzfunnymoments]

*Pretty Rave Girl plays loudly*

[sysig]

Quest Complete! (Patreon)

[swoopswrites]

hello all!! chapter one of my new fic is up :)

would love it if you gave it a read!! it has angst! smut! pierced!Remus! rugby boys! everything a gal could want :)

feed back always welcome, here or over in the comments :)

[ihamtmus]

oof i've just finished my first drawing in a YEAR that's crazy idk how i managed to last so long without drawing BUT it turned out really well and i'm proud!! i have to draw the second piece to go with it before i post it though but man was it good to draw again

[thomine]

What do you think are the biggest influences on your writing? -Mimikyu

i like this question! it really got me thinking. thanks @andromeda-nova-writing <3

dreamology by lucy keating was probably the first ever book i read twice and i pulled an all-nighter to read it a second time immediately after i finished it. i wouldn't say the book's writing is amazing, nor would i praise the romance, but i was hooked. the problem presented in the story was unrealistic, but as an avid dreamer myself, i was curious to know where this problem led the protagonists, because, in a sense, reading about the protagonists’ journey resulted in some sort of… catharsis.

it has been years since i read that book (i never touched it after returning it to the library) and the plot is fuzzy, but i won't forget the feeling it spurred. i guess that was the seed that grew the philosophy in me that stories had more impact than pure wish-fulfilment and fantasizing. that has been my core for… most of the stories i tell on this blog, and i hope the vibes reach across to my readers!

as for writing style, or how i write, i'm not quite sure. there was no writer whose style particularly stood out to me. (although writing style is probably not something i focus on hence my indifference…) since writing has grown to be very personal to me, the way i write is just… influenced by many things. by what i read on tumblr, the news, my homework, etc… i take it all in and spit them out in garbled paragraphs.

i feel like… the biggest thing that impacts my style is the rules i have when writing. like head hopping for example. it's something i try to avoid. or the rule to minimise repeating words (unless absolutely necessary or to prove a point or it is a noun). these rules come from books i read about writing.

[busterbby]

HIII I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING!! can I request bb with ichiro having a really short gf who literally reaches below his shoulders? She's also really clumsy and energetic!!

You, unfortunately, just found out about my Ichi size difference kink lol. so maybe I did go off a bit for his part.. oops. but this was sm fun to write! I didn't quite know what to do for Jiro and Sabu's, so they're shorter if that's ok! and sorry for the delay anon!! I hope I got everything you wanted and more, pls enjoy~

— big bro’s short, clumsy girl.

fluff. f!reader. ichiro, jiro, saburo.

Ichiro . . . is so gentle and giant, when it comes to you

he's so big and tall, with broad shoulders that seem to touch the sky. you don't even reach them; and he can envelop you whole, when you two cuddle on the couch on anime dates

when he kisses you, they're always just so big and full, as slow and tender as he goes. he can cup your face with just one hand of his, and it's as if he can reach all the way to your heart and kiss it sweetly too

yet, his touch is never heavier than you'd think. his fingers never dimple your cheeks when he cups them; his hands never mess up your hair that much when he ruffles it. he'd never break you

Ichiro is careful around you. not that he isn't always! but-

i mean. he’s.. big. and you’re small! obviously. could a giant like him really be with you..? he wouldn’t want to hurt you after all! but, really, that’s what makes the two of you perfect together

but really, it’s the obvious size difference of it all that gets to him

okk. maybe he has a.. thing, for size difference. Ichi would shyly admit to himself one day

like damn. you’re just so cute and tiny compared to him. when you look up at him just to meet his eyes, it’s obvious. when you have to stand on your toes to try and reach the highest cupboard — because dammit, the Yamada bros are just giants, it seems! — man- he knows he has something going on, Ichi would blush, all too embarrassed at himself

yet, when he comes behind you and reaches over for you, it’s his heart that skips a beat — not yours. it’s Ichi that gets cutely shy as he realizes just how small you are compared to him, how you fit perfectly into his chest. into his heart

damn.. his girlfriend is really too cute

and, even his laughs are too big and warm for you or your chest; they envelop you whole, better than any warm blanket can

his entire hand fits yours quite easily too — it’s not even fair. and ichi just loves to compare his hands to yours, the way his heart only flutters so; he's a bit of a dork, like that

and he’d blush slightly, all cute, when he noticed just how small yours are compared to his. they’re not as rough or cracked. perhaps a bit more soft, much more dainty. compared to his anyway

and Ichi would do that sappy thing when he curls his fingers to then hold your hand. then he grins so sweet and handsome and cliché

and, maybe, his rings are too big for you. and they dig in between your fingers.. and Ichiro's thumb is just so thick and rough when he rubs the back of your hands comfortingly. it's a feeling you grow to love

but he never holds your hand too tight either. as if nervous that if he held on, you’d break like porcelain with just one touch from him

he’s mindful about you — it's cute! even if it’s a bit much at times

which perhaps doesn’t bode well for the fact that you’re.. well, quite the opposite, of the term

i mean, he loves your energy! it’s infectious, and after a long day of tiresome odd jobs, Ichi looks forward to you and your bright smile again today

he doesn’t know, it’s just one of those things he absolutely adores about you

but- he sighs. he wishes you’d be a bit more careful. you’re always giving him mini heart attacks, he swears, whenever you

“woah!” he catches you in his arms, before you could trip over your own two feet and fall ; he holds you delicately, as if you’d break just from a slight squeeze. “you should be careful where you’re going, babe”

he says — like a prince charming of sorts, ready to catch you at your feet

yet, he’s the one to get the butterflies and blush the sweetest pink, when he notices just how small and short you seem in his arms

but i mean, as clumsy as you may be, you’ll always find yourself falling right into and enveloped by your boyfriend’s strong arms~

(and ichi might just get a heart attack one day from how cute you are)

Jiro . . . is quite perplexed, really

how could you be so small?? and older than him too? in his mind, it just doesn’t make any sense nor compute! not that he was any good at math

he’s rather broad and tall too — though not as much as aniki. so you barely reach below his shoulders as well, and he definitely thinks you're a cute girl, when Jiro first meets you. and a good match for aniki at that

(though he totally thought you were a little younger when he first met you, mostly since you were so short compared to him

it does make for a cute mishap though! he sometimes forgets to call you '-san,' and when he realizes, it's difficult not to giggle at how red he blushes, before muttering a shy 'sorry')

think it'd be a bit funny if you're always unintentionally giving him jumpscares since Jiro seems to always be losing you

where did you come from?? you just appeared out of nowhere! he’d totally yelp (and totally unmanly at that, Jiro would groan all cute), before burning warm when he realizes that oh, it’s just you

ugh, you need to stop giving him mini heart attacks! he can't believe he just did that in front of aniki's girl.. he'd hide himself all shy in the brim of his cap

he’s also rather energetic and very social, so you two would get along well! he matches your energy right away

unfortunately, that means you two are probably a chaotic (and really annoying) duo. for Saburo, anyway

maybe Ichi gets just a little worried over the two of you. maybe

i mean, he trusts you! he trusts Jiro too. it’s just.. could he trust the two of you together? to watch over the house and not burn it down as he runs out and completes this job real quick? he doesn’t know..

but, knowing how (cutely) clumsy you can be.. knowing his younger brother Jiro.. mm, can you really blame Ichi for being a little on edge leaving you two alone?

Jiro would definitely see you as a big sister! though i suppose, sometimes he mistakes you for a little sister bc of your height-

but he thinks you make a pretty good pair for his bro~

annoying — Saburo . . . probably thinks of you, at first

listen, he doesn’t quite have the energy to match yours. he's more reserved, usually holed up in his room. he doesn't really do energy; he gets exhausted just from being in the same room as you

so when Sabu first sees that you're just as peppy and cheery and energetic as any other fool, he can't help but groan

great. another moron to deal with, he'd probably huff

but you’re Ichi-nii’s girlfriend, so he does have to be polite with you, if only because he knows how much his older brother loves you so

but, i mean, you’re always tripping and having near misses, especially near dangerous supplies, like the kitchen (like, seriously?? Saburo huffs) ; he’s always having to look after you! and you’re older than him!! ugh

even Jiro isn’t this much of a klutz

but — and he won’t ever admit — he’d still think of you as an older sister as the days grow and you come over more.

you’re kinda like Jiro in a way: bothersome, annoying, way too energetic this early in the morning. Sabu sighs, already much too exhausted just with being next to you

but. he still has a special sorta spot in his heart for you. you're sorta fun to be around, and.. ok, maybe you did give some good advice here and there. and maybe you did brighten the Yamada house and his day whenever you came over. not that he’d ever say

mm, he supposes he tolerates you. or even a bit more than that

like, if you didn’t come over in a few days, he’d ask why and if you’re ok. i mean, even with Jiro in the house, it still feels a bit too eerily quiet now since you weren't around

he is still oh so very sweet with you, in his own special ‘sabu’ sorta way

like, he would still reach over and grab things from the top shelf for you, even if you don’t ask and even if he seems a bit pouty to do so. and he would totally hang out with you if you asked, even if you're a bit too peppy this early in the day or even if he had other plans that day, as he'd say anyway

and, fine. he’ll admit. sabu thinks you make a pretty good couple with his brother, when you stand side-by-side

[secondbreakfastwizard]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

(talking to) my husband and my friends

the fact that we got a really nice flat in a great area and will hopefully move within the next two months (more nature! and the sea very very reachable)

fanart, gifs, fanfiction, theories/analysis/meta and just general fandom stuff (right now mainly for dead boy detectives and deadpool and wolverine)

good music (currently listening to chappel roan on repeat)

books (finished tress of the emerald sea by brandon sanderson the other day and i'm 99% sure it'll be my fav read this year)

[seawitchkaraoke]

Loving going to the gym, it's a great supplement for the other sport I do, both to further train the muscles I need to yeet ppl higher for cheerleading and to train the muscles that don't get trained enough from the other stuff I do but.

The gym alone could never be enough for me bc I am fundamentally a lazy person. I'm not gonna really ever push myself as far on my own as I will when we're soo close to hitting this stunt, let's do it one more time, come on

Anyway we did double base for almost the full 90 minutes yesterday (one flyer on just two bases), most of the speed upwards has to come from me, I am so sore but yes we did hit it

[keeps-ache]

stuffs and things!! :DD

[extolify]

Finally finished my part for Crowazone's sketch MAP!