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danaewrites · 8 months

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you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part i: and while you were asleep, i was surely awake

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 2.8k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: hii y'all, sorry for not posting in a year :P my only excuse is that i didn't feel like taking the energy to actually write out my story ideas. also perfectionism. anyway i somehow wrote this in two hours while procrastinating my college app essays and have plans to make this a multi-chapter fic despite intending to write an angsty oneshot request for a completely different fandom (i see you, beloved anons, and i raise you this completely unrelated fic <3)… the brain of a writer works in mysterious ways.

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

You were in love with James Potter.

It was a fact of life, just like how the sky was blue, or that his favorite dessert was treacle tart, or that you were the only person he’d ever let see him cry besides his mother. You’d loved him from the moment you met him on the train to Hogwarts as a shy, anxious muggleborn unsure of the new world of magic and prejudice you’d been thrown into without so much as a warning. He hadn’t cared at all about your blood status- didn’t even think to ask about it. He had launched himself into your compartment and began talking at you a mile a minute, beaming with every tooth showing once he found out you were hoping to get into Gryffindor, his hazel eyes alight with the joy of making a new friend. And friends indeed you had become; you were proud to remember that you’d known him before Sirius or Remus or Peter did, though it took only an instant after the Sorting for him to become best mates with the rest of them, too.

You and James were inseparable from that moment on, giggling at Professor Binns’ failure to notice Sirius’ antics in the back of class and reassuring each other when home seemed too far away for comfort. He stole sweets from the Slytherin table for you at meals, and you covered for him when the teachers almost caught him pranking Snape– after all, who would believe that sweet, innocent Y/n would ever be involved in such shenanigans? The soft-spoken demeanor and love of everything pastel you’d thought would eventually oust you from the close-knit Gryffindor boys’ group proved to be quite the useful asset when affirming their ‘innocence’.

Not that they only wanted you around because you were helpful, of course. You had quite the talent for exaggerating stories until even Sirius fell off his seat laughing in disbelief, and your creative mind made for some glorious pranks and entertaining mistakes. Peter would blush for an hour straight if anyone mentioned The Great Plum Pudding Incident of Christmas 1974, all thanks to your clever meddling. And Remus– well, he was eternally grateful for your mother-henning during the worst of his moon cycles. You’d been the first to figure out his “furry little problem”, and upon learning that enjoying chocolate was his favorite method of escapism, showed up every month without fail with an armful of Honeydukes sweets. The little ways in which you loved each Marauder meant the world to them. They would do anything to protect you and make sure you were okay, James most of all. You often teased James that he was more bodyguard than friend, with his deep glares at too-forward Hufflepuff boys masking the big softie you knew he was underneath. You remembered fondly the summer days he spent chasing you around your house, scaring your mother half to death with his colander-and-pot ‘armor’ as he declared that as a chivalrous knight, he was meant to save Princess Y/n from the terrible Acromantula King. Privately, you thought James had a few too many Arthurian legends for bedtime stories as a child, but what could you do?

Even now, as sixth years, the bond between you and James never changed, your love for him ever-growing. Your heart melted every time you glanced over your shoulder in the hallway, only to find him chatting softly with a sniffling first-year and guiding them to Professor Sprout’s office for a hot cuppa and a biscuit. You cheered at his Quidditch victories and were euphorically lifted up onto his broad shoulders afterward, whooping as he galavanted through the common room in celebration. You were there when he needed a shoulder to cry on when his grandfather died, softly stroking his hair as he fell asleep in your lap with tear tracks still running down his face. And he adored you in return– braiding your hair while you worked on Herbology essays, racing you on his beloved broom when you stayed with him during the summer, distracting you from your rants about Slughorn’s unfair grading with a trip to the kitchens and a blissfully soft blanket.

James was your lifeline and you his– and nothing in the world could change that.

Except, perhaps, one tiny little complication. A complication with vibrant red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a natural affinity for Potions. A complication that had sparked your jealousy since the first time you noticed James glancing dreamily at Lily Evans in second year Transfiguration, jealousy that had only gotten worse with his grand declarations of love every week. He’d begun to announce his affection for the muggleborn to anyone who would listen in third year, and it didn’t stop there. No, when James Potter loved someone, he loved hard, and that meant that you had to watch as beautiful bouquets appeared on Lily’s nightstand nightly while the rest of the girls in your dorm whispered and swooned. You were a wallflower when he sighed about how lovely her skin was and how bloody talented she was at everything she did during one of your late-night chats in the common room, curling in on yourself with every word he spoke. When he asked her to Hogsmeade the first time (and the second, and the third, and the fiftieth), you observed as she rolled her eyes and shoved past him, despite the small smile on her face.

It wasn’t that Lily wasn’t smart or pretty or talented– far from it. She deserved every good Potions grade she got, and even the pureblood Slytherins begrudgingly noted how she was the darling of Hogwarts society. But you thought that the way she treated your best friend, refusing his advances quite harshly but sending him flirtatious glances and making a show of wearing his flowers in her hair, was rather unkind and misleading. She had James wrapped around her little finger and didn’t seem to want to let go of his attention anytime soon, despite Snape’s protests about how much time he was spending with her. You disliked Severus, but didn’t think he deserved Lily’s bad treatment either. Sometimes you’d see him staring at James and Lily deep in conversation, and shoot him a glance of communal disappointment– before realizing who you were sharing the moment with and resuming an expression of disgust, at least.

At first, you ignored your growing angst about his new obsession, chalking it up to sleep deprivation, stress over your upcoming exams, and even your monthly. But when you started to run out of excuses for the despair slowly overtaking your heart and flashes of his dark curls began to appear in your sweetest dreams, you were forced to admit that your feelings for James ran much deeper than a platonic friendship. From the way he spun you around in the snow to the way he snorted at Remus’ awful puns, you were head-over-heels smitten with your best friend.

The way he’d filled out since the end of fourth year hadn’t escaped your notice, either; you were pretty sure that his pecs should be considered a traffic hazard, with the way you’d fallen flat on your face after seeing him shirtless after a match. He’d rushed over to clean up every one of your injuries, of course, with a touch so gentle it released a whole menagerie of butterflies in your stomach. You’d barely managed to mumble a coherent thank-you before sprinting to take a very cold shower and scream into your pillow with embarrassment. How on earth did Lily Evans even think around him?!

Alas, you’d read your fair share of romance novels, and you knew how this story would end. Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.

That was the state Sirius found you in, broody and lost in thought in a quiet corner of the library. He grinned rakishly, planting a well-polished boot on a nearby chair and leaning over to tap your forehead. “Lots going on in there today, huh?”

You snapped out of your daze and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Sorry, Siri, didn’t mean to ignore you. Just, er, thinking about my Potions essay, do you know how many uses there are for mandelwort? Quite fascinating plants, hones–”

Sirius winced and slid back far across the table. “Oh, no, you are not discussing horrid Potions work with me today when there are so many other wonderful topics.” He gestured to a table of swooning fifth-years gazing dreamily at his backside. “For example, those lovely ladies,” he crooned, sending an exaggerated wink towards them and smirking when they sighed.

You wrinkled your nose and scoffed. “Oh, please, as if I haven’t heard enough about your conquests already. I’m already scarred for life from your stories about that Belgium Veela, let alone the muggle sailor you nearly broke the Statute of Secrecy for.”

He waved a hand, dismissing your allegations of the mental injury caused by his excruciating attention to sordid detail when slightly tipsy in the common room. You made a mental note to charm his shampoo to turn his hair bright lavender for the next week for that little snub. Although, being Sirius, he’d probably just use it as an excuse to sway the rest of the Hogwarts population into going to Hogsmeade with him. “Ah, but darling Y/n, that’s what I’m here for!” He furrowed his brow and stroked his chin in mock consideration. “However, I can’t seem to recall a time when you–” here he poked you in the cheek for emphasis– “confessed to a little tete-a-tete in the hallway. Ever. Which means we have a problem,” he grinned.

You felt rather like prey being hunted for sport. “That would be because I’m not interested in anyone, you dolt!” Crossing your arms, you turned your face back towards your homework. Maybe if you denied romantic interest for long enough, Sirius would leave you alone and go flounce off to flirt with the noisy table of fourth years. “Anyway, I heard Marlene’s been circling Dorcas like a lovesick pigeon lately, so perhaps you should be putting your matchmaking efforts to her benefit instead.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “C’mon doll, I know you weren’t actually thinking about Potions when I arrived. Who’s the lead actor in those fantasies, mm?” He snatched up your favorite pink gel pen, twirling around his fingers as he looked at you expectantly.

Drat. He wouldn’t be so easily distracted with the latest gossip. You opened your mouth to protest yet again when you caught a flash of red over Sirius’ artfully tousled locks. You watched as James strode up to the alcove where Lily and her friends were studying, transfigured a sheet of parchment into a butterfly clip and held it out to her with a grin. Her laughter pealed out through the library as she let him lean over her shoulder to place it in her hair. He seemed oblivious to the titters of the girls around him while he gazed at Lily adoringly. You felt your heart clench as you recognized the expression on his face; you’d seen it on your own in the mirror after spending time with James, after all. And it seemed like maybe Lily was finally starting to be swayed into accepting his starry-eyed proposals, if the pretty blush on her cheeks was anything to go by.

Sirius tracked your despairing gaze to the couple and immediately paled in realization. “Oh, shit.”

Shit, indeed. Your face turned bright red as you scrambled to pack your bag and leave the area as fast as you possibly could, not sure how you could face Sirius knowing your deepest secret now. The boy had no self-control, fueling the Hogwarts gossip mill with the wild stories he overheard, and he had even less discretion when confessing things to his friends around the common room fire. It’s no wonder he wound up in Gryffindor, you thought miserably. There’s no way he’d be able to keep a secret like the rest of the Slytherins, and definitely not from James. It would only be a matter of time before he let it slip about your feelings to the rest of the Marauders, and— well, you’d just have to face losing your best friend for good once he heard.

Sirius broke your train of thought by wrapping his hands around yours, looking up at you with concern. “Hey, doll, wait— I didn’t know—“

You sniffed and wiped the tears threatening to fall from your eyes away fiercely. “That’s exactly it, Sirius, you didn’t know because you won’t be able to keep it from James.”

He looked guiltily down at the table. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a bit of a git with keeping things private lately, yeah?”

You nodded, covering your face with your hands. Sirius reached out, placing them back down on the table, and softly said, “Listen, I shouldn’t have pried so hard. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” He broke off, pausing to scramble for a handkerchief from his bag to wipe off your rapidly disintegrating mascara. “And I promise not to breathe a word of this to James,” he finished.

You looked up at him, startled. “Are you serious?” At his answering grin, you groaned. “Don’t answer that. But really, are you sure that you’ll be able to resist telling him everything?” You fiddled with the now-soiled handkerchief and whispered, “You two are so close, I don’t want to drive you apart. If James thought you were hiding something important from him, it would destroy him,” you sniffed.

He frowned. “Doll, you know you’re just as important as James is to me, right?” At your answering slump, his jaw clenched and he continued on with more intensity. “You’re like my sister, Y/n, there’s nothing you could do to make me care for you less. Especially not asking for your privacy. Clearly, I haven’t been treating you as well as you deserve if you doubt that.”

He walked around and took a seat in the armchair next to you, pulling you in to lean on his shoulder. “And I can be discreet, you know. I might not show it often, but growing up in a family of the most intensely secretive purebloods ever to exist taught me a few things.” You glanced at him doubtfully, the tiny quirk of your mouth the only sign that you were joking. “Hey, I’m being serious!” He laughed, then quieted suddenly. “This thing with James— you really love him, don’t you?”

You gave him an exasperated look out of the corner of your eye. Sirius released a breath and gazed deeply into the space in front of him. “Hey, we’ll figure this out together, okay?” He poked you in the side. “If he’s too focused on the smell of Evans’ hair or whatever to see that he already has the perfect girl in front of him, he’s not as smart as you think he is.” You giggled slightly, his words warming you. Sirius smiled, happy to see you cheering up a bit.

“Why don’t we go raid the kitchens? The coolest person I know once told me that elf-crafted mint chocolate chip ice cream is the best way to heal a broken heart,” he teased. You groaned, remembering how you’d told him that as a last resort to get him to stop complaining about how he missed his sailor ex-boyfriend every time you two went to Hogsmeade. At least your random advice wound up benefiting you now, you thought as you collected the last of your stationery and exited the library.

Neither you nor Sirius saw how James watched you smile up at Sirius as you walked away, holding his arm and laughing loudly at something he muttered. Anna Dumotier, a Hufflepuff fifth-year and one of Lily’s friends, would remember later that night how he seemed to tune out Lily’s voice for a moment and stared at the doors to the library with a strange expression on his face. His brows were furrowed like he was trying to decipher the answer to an unfamiliar puzzle, his eyes widened with confusion and a glint of something she could only identify as jealousy before Lily brought him back to the conversation with a graceful flip of her hair. But no— she shook her head— that couldn’t be right. What could James possibly be jealous of when he finally had the girl of his dreams in his arms?

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eurydicesflower · 1 year

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coming back to you, my warmest home (lty)

Pairing: Taeyong (NCT) x Reader Tags: Christmas Holiday AU, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love and Light Angst Warnings: None Word Count: 3.5 k Summary: When reunion parties are on full-swing now that Christmas comes close this season, what will you do if your 'greatest what-if' comes back at the same time? A/N: This is the first time I posted a fic for this fandom! This is so self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy it whoever reads this! Have a great holidays! Also posted on: Archive of Our Own

“What do you mean he will be back?”

That’s what you asked your best friend, Joy, when you were about to enter the restaurant. That night, she relayed the news to you that Taeyong would be back at your reunion party for Christmas Eve at Taeil’s restaurant. You are very sure that he would not be around since he was busy this holiday season— that’s what you heard from Joy since you already blocked him in all your social media accounts.

Not that you didn’t want to see him— you really don’t — but you did not part on good terms right before he went abroad for about a year now.

Before he flew away, you were still close with him, best friends even.

Yet, one thing had made you distance away from him. You are afraid. You are afraid that at that time when you are deeply falling into Taeyong, the friendship you had built for so many years would crumble away.

You didn’t want that to happen so instead, you tried to distance yourself away from him. You thought that would be the solution, and yet, the feelings got stronger and stronger.

Taeyong became worried about you at that time. He tried to ask you once, but you just dismissed him with a shrug.

It became a habit to tell him that, until it moved to the point that you successfully distanced yourself away from him and at the same time, the closeness you had before, were not the same.

The next thing you knew, Joy had told you that he would be flying away to New York City since he had gotten a job there.

Of course, you will be so proud of him, however, you were so mad at your own irrational decision that you didn’t even get to tell Taeyong you were sorry to him.

So, you decided you tried making amends through SNS, and you told him ‘Sorry’ so many times in your voice messages days after he left. You tried to explain that you have been a bitch at him for not explaining what you really feel— though you omitted the part that you do like him that’s why you distanced yourself — but it seemed he just ignored it all.

The one thing that you regretted was that instead of dismissing what you really feel, you should have told what you really feel. Sometimes you just wish that you could turn back time.

“I thought you’re happy that he will be back again? Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to see him—?”

“Shush, Joy. That was just drunk-me talking, not sober-me.”

Joy chuckled at your reaction, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You know damn well that sometimes, when we’re drunk, we tend to tell the truth.”

While you didn’t tell Taeyong about what you really feel, it was Joy who saw through it all. From your hopeless ramblings to your frustrations about what happened on that day.

“Half-truth! Argh, let’s just get going, okay? Johnny and the others might be waiting now.”

You strode forward to the restaurant as Joy followed you inside.

You stopped on your tracks then Joy bumped into you, asking why you stopped. When she followed your gaze, she immediately knew why you were standing still. You didn’t expect that at that moment, the one you’ve been talking about with Joy had already arrived earlier than you two.

“Told you, he’ll be here.” Joy smirked.

You didn’t hear what Joy had told you next, but something in the moment makes everything stop except for you and him. It might be an exaggeration, but even your heart was jumping in glee when you had seen him again, yet your mind tells you not to.

You didn’t want to admit that seeing him right now had been a breath of fresh air after numerous failed dates from the past few months. You tried working on your dates but… How could he still make your heart feel like that even though your mind keeps screaming ‘stop’ ? How could he still be so charming yet out of reach? How could he still have that same effect for you?

Well, that’s Taeyong Lee, and You MIGHT be still into him.

You only snapped back from reality when you heard Joy call out your name so that you can follow her where your group of friends are seated.

When you thought nothing could go wrong— except you already knew it might have happened — Johnny and Yuta were the ones who told you that you should sit beside Taeyong, though you heard Taeyong say that he should switch seats with Doyoung instead. And even Doyoung, who was supposed to be on Taeyong’s side, had joined in with Johnny and Yuta’s teasing.

“Yong, it’s okay, I’m already fine with my seat.” Doyoung grinned, knowing it would annoy Taeyong. His friend rolled his eyes, then remained at his seat.

‘Sly bastards,’ you shook your head when you took a seat beside the empty spot beside Taeyong. You then pretended to pick up the menu in front of you despite knowing that your friends had already picked out and ordered the food. You just hoped they ordered your favorite calamari.

“As I was saying—” You heard Johnny say. “It’s been a while since we had Taeyong this close, and not just through our phones!”

“Sometimes, there would be days that I thought we would never see Taeyong out from our phones.” Yuta grinned, making your friends laugh.

Meanwhile you smiled lightly, and stole a glance at the man beside you, who was just shaking his head amusingly at both men.

“Of course, hyung had a reason why he came back, right?” It was Haechan who asked.

“There’s no one, Haechan.” Taeyong is quick to bite back yet, Jungwoo teased Taeyong.

“I think it’s because of a certain someone .”

But what Jungwoo thought could be a lighthearted joke, it made everyone silent for a moment. You can feel your friends’ gaze at you and Taeyong while you are busy pretending to choose your order from the menu.

“Oh, our order’s here!”

You thanked Johnny silently that he was so good at reading the room— and also to the server who arrived just on time. You are also glad that they ordered your favorite calamari.

Despite not talking for so long with Taeyong, you knew who might be the reason why he came back, and you know it wasn’t you . Back when the two of you were still close, he had been talking about a certain someone back then. For a long time, he was over the moon when he told you about that person. Most days, you kind of wish it was you .

Yet, you shook away those feelings inside your mind, and focused on talking with your friends as you all merrily enjoyed your food.

While you were listening to Haechan’s story about his encounter with an irrational client, you heard a faint call of your name beside you.

You didn’t need to know who it was.

“Yes?”

Despite the straightest face you had mustered up, you swear your butterflies on your stomach might be jumping up and down all from that greeting. How can he still do that?! It feels like you are acting like a school girl when she was around their crush!

“How are you?” He asked you.

“I am fine.” You replied bluntly as if you were not the one who distanced yourself in the first place.

“That’s good to know.”

You knew that Doyoung and Joy were listening to your conversation despite the loud cheery voices of your friends. Yet you ignored that— well, not really— since right after that, only silence came after that short acknowledgement between the two of you.

Despite being close like this to Taeyong after a long time, nothing seems to be like you had before. It feels like the cold winter air had crept up inside the restaurant, and decided to linger between the two of you despite the warmth of tonight’s reunion. It just felt like you were just thin air for him which makes you feel disappointed all throughout the night. Though you understand why he was being like that, but still!

Somehow, thanks to your friends, your reunion didn’t turn out to be disappointing at all.

You still manage to give your heartiest laugh whenever Jungwoo tells a joke, while Yuta follows it up with another until all of your laughs wrapped up the restaurant.

“By the way, did you mention that you’re about to leave the country this January?” Doyoung suddenly mentioned your trip, and all of your friends’ gaze fell onto you.

“Oh, that? Yeah, my visa and passport are already processed, and I’m just excited for that trip.”

“Then by all means, you and Taeyong might cross paths in NYC if ever.” Yuta commented with a grin.

Shit. You then stared at Yuta like you wanted to strangle Yuta’s throat so badly.

You then let out a forceful laugh, and said, “ That might be. But we know how busy Taeyong is. We might not even cross paths.”

“That can happen if you keep on avoiding me.” You were sure it was not supposed to be a mumble when it’s too loud for you to hear. You can feel Taeyong’s eyes on you. If one stare could kill, his gaze bores heavily that it could take you down— you can feel it on your skin.

“That was just one time.” You bit back.

You heard him scoff.

“One time? Then I just can’t believe it’s about a year in my time.”

You were about to retort but he suddenly stood up on seat, and walked outside without any excuse. Your friends only watched the two of you argue until the tension got heavy after you and Taeyong’s short yet snappy argument.

You could feel angry tears build up in your eyes, yet you forced it back, not wanting your friends to see your defeated face. You might be great at hiding your emotions except you just forgot that Joy knew how to read you. So, she did what she had to do. She excused herself, and called you out to go with her to the restroom.

You couldn’t help but let out your tears stream down your face out of frustration as soon as you two head out to the restroom.

“I’m sorry about that… I should have told you earlier that he might come.”

Joy patted your back and you shook your head.

“It’s fine. It’s just… How can I still not get over him? I really don’t get it, Joy. It still hurts seeing him to the point I want to avoid him, but at the same time, I really want to get back what we had before... I want it back.”

“I know that you really want that… You always tell me that. But are you sure you’re going to keep on going with the way you two are right now? I know you don’t want that, right? Maybe you can still talk it out with him. You know Taeyong, he wouldn’t just shut you out as his friend— as one of his longtime friends.”

Joy looked at you with a somber smile and that’s when you start to let your emotions break you down, and cry until you have your fill. Joy was there to comfort and hug you until you were done.

“Sorry for that, Joy.” You mumbled weakly.

“Nah, it’s fine. But you know, what’s better? Talk with Taeyong.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, yet you hugged her once again.

“This just feels like college again.” You chuckled as tears still wet from your eyes.

“Yeah, but this time? You’re gonna say what you really feel. But first, let me fix your make-up, you look like a mess.”

You chuckled along with her, and let her retouch your make-up and fix your hair before you head out the restroom.

By the time you left the restroom, it felt like it lasted longer than an hour, but in reality, it was only ten minutes when you were back again with your friends. You immediately apologized for what happened, and they understood it. No more teasing followed that, even surprisingly, Jungwoo and Yuta didn’t comment about that.

Then your gaze landed on the empty seat between Doyoung and your seat which means Taeyong hadn’t come back yet.

Maybe he won’t come back anymore.

“He was outside, don’t worry.” Johnny says, diminishing your worry that Taeyong might not be around already.

You muttered a ‘thank you,’ to Johnny before you walked towards the exit of the restaurant.

And Johnny was right. Taeyong was only a few meters away, and he was sitting on a bench in the mini garden beside the restaurant.

You were a bit hesitant to open your mouth. Yet, it would be another wasted time if you happen to let your doubts cloud your mind, instead of seizing the opportunity.

“It’s cold here, why haven’t you come back inside yet?” You started as you walked towards him. Yet, he still avoided you, gaze down on his feet, and remained silent.

Despite the cold shoulder he was giving you, you started saying:

“Taeyong, I’m really sorry…”

There was no response from him, and you continue on.

“It’s just… I really didn't know what to say at that time. I know it’s so fucking dumb now that we are already adults and I’ve been immature— I just don’t know how can I properly tell you.”

“Tell me what? Tell me that I was avoiding you when you were the one that avoided me for no reason?"

This time, Taeyong looked up at you, and gazed at you. You thought there would be resentment or hate in his eyes, instead, it was hurt. You don’t want that for him.

“Taeyong…” You called out his name and his gaze still remained at you.

“I’m sorry but I like you.”

There. You already fucking said it. You already fucking said what you really wanted to tell him for a long time now. You couldn’t last staring at his eyes as it captivates you completely, makes you forget whatever word you will say next, yet, you knew to yourself that you were stronger than that.

“I did like you for a long time, but I didn’t get to tell you because you like someone else. And as a friend I don’t want to ruin our friendship but instead, right now, I am trying to salvage what I can and—"

“Wait, hold on for a sec. You like me?! ”

This was far from what you had imagined. His expression magically turns into something you cannot understand. The way his tone seems to be in a way that you just told him the craziest things he had heard in his life. Like you just did say something out of this world. And what out of this world you did was to tell that you like him.

When you were about to say something, the next thing you heard was his laugh— he laughed like you just told him the most hilarious joke.

For so long that you had hidden your feelings, and now that you had the courage to tell them to Taeyong, he was here laughing like a one-year cold dispute didn’t happen between the two of you. Taeyong is really unbelievable and most importantly, unpredictable.

“I did like you, Yong. But you were into someone so I just decided to distance myself and then—”

You are surprised by the warm lips that caught your own. Your mind couldn’t process what the hell was happening, but all you know is that finally, you get what you really want for a very long time. You don’t push him away, instead, you place your hands on his biceps while Taeyong’s large hands fit onto the small of your back, and press you closer to his body.

You two are catching your breaths the moment you two pull away. The kiss feels like it lasted for eternity but it only lasted for a few seconds.

“All this time, I thought you were into Jae,” he said breathlessly before he pressed a quick chaste kiss on your forehead. “The way you cling into him, and have the most sparkliest eyes I’ve ever seen from you, I just know that you are into him. And that’s why I didn’t get to tell you that I like you, too.”

Wait, Jae? It was true that Jae was soooo handsome, and even gentlemanly. You couldn’t deny that you once liked him, but eventually, you’ve come to terms that you only view Jae as a friend. But to think that even the littlest things Taeyong observes, what details does he— Wait, you overlooked what he said last . Did you hear it, right? Did he just say that he likes you, too?!

“You like me, too?” It was your turn to be in disbelief.

“I wouldn’t just kiss someone I don’t like on this cold night, you know?”

He gazed at you like you are the most precious thing in his world. You could feel you could melt in his gaze. Yet, something inside you still makes you feel guilty despite the unexpected reconciliation between you.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered.

He shook his head, and cupped your face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, too. I know I should have talked with you before I left but I know that you needed space but honestly, I am just waiting for the right time despite what happened.”

“You do?”

He nodded, and kissed your forehead gently. The way he holds you just makes you not want to let go of him. He is here, and your worries are now lifted now that he’s now here with you.

“Thank you for waiting, Taeyong…”

You know how it’s not enough, and here you are wanting to make things right.

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“I just want to be us again. Like before. I want that again.” He tucked a stray hair on your ear, and smiled at you.

You rest your head on his chest. You wish Taeyong didn’t notice the blush on your face that night because you are blushing like a fool. And although you know that Taeyong noticed that, he didn’t comment on it, instead he hugged you closer to him as the cold night breeze grazed your skin.

“Just a question, how long did you like me?” You asked him, lifting your head to stare at him. “Because the moment I knew that I like you was when that concert after finals in sophomore year.”

You only knew him because Joy’s boyfriend, Doyoung, happened to be Taeyong’s best friend, and it took a long time for you to know that you had fallen for him. But by the time you knew it, it happened to be when finals were done, and there was a concert held at your campus.

Then you didn’t know how or why, but that night when you were singing the lyrics wholeheartedly with him, it just feels like your heart suddenly makes that leap and feels giddy. It might be the adrenaline rush after finishing finals but that’s when you realize that Taeyong is indeed cute — charming, handsome, irresistible.

“I honestly want to kiss you under the fireworks that night.” You mumbled, fiddling your hands at the hem of his coat. You heard his chest rumble as he chuckled.

“Oh, really? Then I think I liked you longer than you know.”

You scoffed playfully, and hugged him closer. “Then when?”

He pretends to think for a second, then he rests his hands around your waist.

“Remember that day when you and I were alone at the library when Doyoung and Joy left us there? We were not close yet since it’s only been months since we’ve known each other.”

“And we are not usually left alone together, but when I asked you if you like One Piece, we talked for hours! We didn’t even realize that Doyoung and Joy came back.” You chuckle as you remember that moment with him.

“I really thought you were cute when you’re passionately talking about what you like. And I want to listen to your voice again and again.” He nuzzles his cheek on your temple.

“And that’s it ? That’s how you liked me?” You teased him.

He pulled away for a moment and said, “I could tell you everything one by one only if it’s okay that I can take you out on a date.”

Oh, you would definitely want to know all the details from start to finish. You miss this . You miss him dearly. You miss all of it.

“I think a date would be nice.” You smiled at him.

December might have fallen ill last year which caused you both a year-long cold dispute with him and yet, now, you couldn’t ask for more at that moment, and it just makes your heart swell with happiness so much, it fills your heart with ease and serenity now that you are with Taeyong once again, greeting Christmas with the warmest welcome to new beginnings.

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egt, this post came across my dash: https(:)//omgitspeterick(.)tumblr(.)com/post/125959787079/do-you-think-patrick-and-petes-relationship-has

its rather old, but it made me think. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. However, if you'd rather not, I totally understand!

oh, yes, this post!

I read this post many years ago, when I was first getting into Fall Out Boy, and it made me sad, because I don't actually believe in the truth of anything I'm writing but I do like to believe in their friendship, you know? Like, once I was on a podcast where we were talking about bandom and I said that I think its appeal is that there is actually nothing more romantic in the world than meeting the person who is your creative soulmate, and the idea that the Pete and Patrick dynamic could be merely performative really did make me feel sad, like, I don't mind being manipulated by being teased about shipping but it does make me sad if they secretly don't care very much about each other but they know it sells records so they're in it together to the bitter end, I guess. Which isn't quite where this post ends up, but there's a little bit of that in there, like, they like each other well enough and their band is successful, so they hang together. And I think I read this around the time Pete missed wishing Patrick happy birthday for like the first time in a decade or whatever and they really didn't seem super-close, just like casually friends who work together and like each other well enough, but yeah.

ANYWAY. This post no longer makes me sad because I'm sitting here in 2023 and I just went through this last album cycle with them and I just think there's no way it's all fake and I don't even think it's exaggerated lolol. I mean, I have long thought that, it didn't take this album cycle to convince me, but this album cycle definitely helped cement the opinion.

Partly I came to the conclusion that they were still close friends precisely because there was so little performing of it happening for our benefit. Like, I am aware that this is kind of like "I took the lack of evidence to itself to be evidence of the conclusion I wanted" lololol but there's something a little soothing about the idea that we don't see huge parts of their friendship because it's not for us. Which is, naturally, as it should be!! None of their life is for us lol, it's kind of them to share what they share. But the longer I spent in this fandom the more it became clear that there was lots of stuff going on behind the scenes that we didn't know about and never saw because it was just them living their lives and being friends and not performing that for us. They wrote an entire album that happened basically in secret, because Pete doesn't post to Instagram every time he hangs out with Patrick. He never would, because that's just his life, not something he needs to make public for everyone to see all the time so we all know about it.

But there are always enough hints that slip out that seem like the tip of an iceberg of interaction between them, that they'll reference a holiday spent at each other's house, or a party Patrick went to, or texts that have gone back and forth between them, or Pete will randomly post some insanely reflective Story to his Instagram about how amazing it is he met Patrick and Idk, it doesn't seem like he does that on a timer or something.

And then of course there has been this album cycle which has just been -- an incredible amount of best-friend-ness and looking adoringly at each other all over the place. And Patrick being so, so fiercely vocal about the importance of Pete in his life. That post from 2015 is so striking in how much it talks about Pete being such an instigator -- in teasing, in gazing adorably, in touching. And that was the narrative that I had, too. And then this entire year Patrick Stump has just been like, YO, IT WAS ME ALL ALONG, YOU JUST DIDN'T SEE BECAUSE I KEPT IT QUIET. Like, honestly, though, what a plot twist, who saw any of this coming.

Pete's the social butterfly, right? Pete's a people person. Pete's got a ton of friends. He's always going to. He likes to collect an entourage around him. He likes a group. He's happiest in his crowd. I think that can therefore make it seem like Patrick's not that important, since he's one of many. It is undeniably true that Travie and Gabe were super-important to Pete during the hiatus, and it's also clear Pete is still friends with them, and with lots of other people he talks and posts about all the time. It's just a true statement that Pete has a ton of friends.

But I don't think that diminishes the role of Patrick. In fact, to me this is another of the "lack of evidence is evidence" bits: Patrick isn't around all the time because he doesn't have to be, he's Pete's ride-or-die and they both know it. Pete has said, on multiple occasions, that they don't need to talk to each other, they just get each other, they exist comfortably in silence with each other. From the outside, that could look like indifference, two people sitting next to each other ignoring each other, but to Pete it's clearly the opposite. Pete's relentlessly social; with Patrick he can just chill. Patrick doesn't do "hanging out," and on multiple occasions both Pete and Patrick have acknowledged that: that Pete knows he has to make an effort to get Patrick to hang out with him, not because Patrick doesn't love him dearly but because Patrick doesn't hang out, that's just who Patrick is, so Pete knows to reach past that and not be offended, and Patrick has said that Pete always invites him to parties and Patrick never goes but it's okay, Pete doesn't expect him to go but he'll always make sure to invite him, and I just -- that is the most perfect encapsulation of love hahahaha. I hope I didn't make that up, I'm pretty sure I read it somewhere, but maybe I did make it up because I just think, like, how lucky Patrick is to be loved like that, that you never have to show up or be anything different than what you are but you know anyway that you are always, always wanted, no pressure, no expectations. UGH. I hope I didn't make that up, but whatever, it's good lololol

ANYWAY. I don't think the post is incorrect at all about the hiatus. I think they fell apart. I think that's undeniable. I know we've done a lot of talking recently about the revisionist history around the hiatus, and we're so far away from it now and they're so solid together that I think they've forgotten it some. But I think they shattered a little bit. But I think also that the whole point of their story is that they never stopped loving each other, that the hiatus happened partly because of how much Patrick loved Pete, that when Patrick needed him Pete showed up without hesitation. And I think people have said that Patrick did try to write some songs with Pete when his marriage was breaking up, which was clearly Patrick's way of offering comfort, because that is clearly how Patrick expresses his love for Pete. Also, I have always, always, always been struck by the detail of Pete being in Patrick's wedding. (I've heard conflicting reports about whether he was the best man or not, tbh. I thought myself that he was just in the wedding and wasn't the best man, but I have since seen some references, I think possibly from Pete himself at one point, that made me think he was the best man. Either way he was there and I feel like his role was a big one.) That wedding was just for Patrick, there was no photo spread in People, maybe he was worried it would get back to people if he didn't have Pete in it, but I doubt it, I just don't think Patrick would have had Pete in his wedding if he wasn't close friends with Pete.

And I think they've only gotten closer.

I think friendships change as we get older. I feel like I just wrote about this in the context of the hiatus but I can't find it now because Tumblr search function is the worst. But, anyway, you get older, you have kids, you get busy, there are more demands on your time. Friendships look different. But that doesn't mean they're not still there. I think they had a rough patch around the time of the hiatus but I think they've made that up and then some. I think they've made it up so much that the two of them barely remember anymore what it was like to be in that rough patch.

Anyway, this whole long thing was just for me to get to this point: that moment in the Joel Madden interview when, at the end of a long rumination on how he works with Patrick, Joel asks, "Are you guys best friends?" and Pete readily answers, "Definitely," with the loveliest smile, and just...I should have just linked to that moment hahaha that answers all questions.

#peterick #fall out boy #fob

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I just realized that today is my two year ao3 anniversary! Not to be cheesy but I couldn’t be more grateful to be a part of such a supportive, humorous and loving little community as the karamel fandom on ao3. Y’all are truly the best.

Anyway, here’s an excerpt from my 1700s karamel AU. I love you all <3

“Enjoying the food, miss?”

The girl let out a startled squeak and spun around. Her cheeks were stuffed full of cheesecake, like a chipmunk. Although it didn’t change the fact that she was startlingly beautiful. Mon-El flashed her his most charming smile.

She swallowed carefully, her face reddening. “Er—yes, it’s very good, um…?”

“Mon-El Gand.” So much for Mother’s theory. He extended a hand, palm facing upwards, watching as her eyes widened at his name and she hurriedly wiped her fingers free of crumbs.

“Kara—Kara Zor-El.” She lowered her small hand into his almost tentatively, as if unsure what he was going to do with it.

Mon-El hid a smile and bowed, pressing his lips to the second knuckle. He heard her inhale sharply, not quite a gasp. “Pleased to meet you,” he murmured as he let her go.

“And you.” Kara Zor-El fidgeted, her gaze darting around nervously. He was close enough now to see that her dress matched the color of her eyes perfectly, a vibrant blue like a summer sky. Hypnotizing.

Oblivious to his thoughts, she cleared her throat and turned back to the table laden with food, mixing herself a drink out of the ingredients available.

Mon-El frowned. “You know, you needn’t do that yourself. One of the servants will make it for you if you ask.”

Kara’s posture stiffened, and she dropped the glass down onto the table with a thud. “I am perfectly capable of making a drink without the help of slave labor,” she snapped, the shy girl from moments earlier nowhere to be found.

Mon-El could only gape at her for a second, taken aback by her bluntness. She seemed almost surprised too, freezing as she slowly looked back at him, bracing herself for his reaction. It was better to be diplomatic, wasn’t it? And hopefully his mother wasn’t watching. “Fair enough,” he managed, and she looked visibly relieved. He wondered how anyone could get through life like that, showing their emotions so openly on their face.

“You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much,” Kara noted softly. Carefully.

He shrugged, hoping he didn’t look as tired as he felt. “Well, it is our fifth ball this month. My parents are quite determined to marry me off before I return to the war.”

Unexpectedly, her eyes lit up. “You’ve fought in the war?”

“Yes?”

She pressed her lips together, clearly fighting a battle of curiosity. “What’s it like there?” she blurted out finally.

“…Violent,” Mon-El answered honestly. “Dirty. Terrifying.”

Kara’s brow furrowed. “Then why do you do it?” She rushed to elaborate. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I didn’t quite expect that…someone like you would want to fight in the war.”

Good question, he thought. He considered speaking vaguely of wanting to serve his country, but something told him she would see past it in an instant. In the end, he settled on the truth. “I don’t know, I…wanted to feel like I was doing something, I suppose. Helping someone.”

“I can understand that,” she said softly. They were both silent for a moment, and Mon-El could feel his heart pounding, wondering how he’d ended up sharing things with her that he’d never spoken to anyone. She’d drawn the truth out of him without even trying. An ability to be wary of.

In the corner of the room, the band started up again, and he took the opportunity to break the silence. “Might I have this dance, Kara?” he asked, testing out her name on his tongue. It felt oddly intimate.

She flushed slightly, perhaps feeling the same, and took his offered hand. “You may. Although I have to warn you,” she continued as they reached the dance floor, “I’m quite clumsy. If I were you, I’d prepare to have your feet stepped upon.”

He laughed. “I’m sure that’s an exaggeration.”

It was not, in fact, an exaggeration.

“I’m sorry!” Kara wailed after seeing him wince for the umpteenth time. “I have terrible coordination, I tried to tell you…”

“No, I don’t think that’s the problem.” He pulled her close to himself, barely saving them from colliding with a nearby couple.

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “No? Then what?”

“You’re too tense,” Mon-El explained. “I can practically feel you overthinking every aspect of this dance.”

Kara huffed, tightening her grip on his hand almost painfully as she tried to match her footwork to his. “Well, excuse me if I don’t know all of your fancy southern waltzes—” Her head collided with his chin.

“Ow.”

“Sorry!”

“Stop looking at your feet,” he tilted her chin up, “look into my eyes. The rhythm is always there.”

“If you say so,” she mumbled, but held his gaze, looking determined. They didn’t break eye contact as the musical phrase started again, and little by little Mon-El felt her relax, settling into the dance. She laughed, breathlessly, when he twirled her through the air and he couldn’t help but laugh along, something long-dormant inside him fluttering to life.

Before he knew it, the song had ended and he bowed while she swept into a surprisingly graceful curtsey. “So, did you enjoy yourself?” he prompted, teasing, as they straightened up again.

“I suppose your southern balls are alright, after all,” Kara returned, equally playful.

“Happy to hear it.” They laughed together once more and Mon-El hooked his arm into hers, emboldened by this newfound closeness. “Shall we?”

She arched a brow, but followed him nonetheless. “And where exactly are you taking me?”

“A tour of the gardens.” He grinned at her as he pushed open the doors. “You seem as though you could use some air.”

“It’s freezing.” Kara shivered, letting go of him to rub at the gooseflesh on her arms.

“Shouldn’t you be used to this, up in the north?”

She glared at him. “My dress has short sleeves.”

Mon-El only grinned wider. “You’d better stay close, then.”

“Indeed,” she hummed. The flush in her cheeks and sparkle in her eyes betrayed her cool facade as she linked arms with him once more, pressed tightly to his side while they leisurely made their way down the path. He took a chance by lacing his fingers with hers, making a show of warming them with his breath and she giggled.

“You can sort of hear the music from here. I like this song.”

“Me, too.” It was a slow, romantic ballad, muffled by the distance but still audible. On impulse, Mon-El turned to face her, letting go of her hand in favor of wrapping his arms around her waist as he moved in closer. “One last dance?”

“Alright,” Kara whispered. Her hands slid up to his shoulders before clasping behind his neck, her face so close to his that their noses brushed. She sighed contentedly and laid her head on his shoulder as they swayed in place, hardly coordinated enough to be considered dancing, but enjoying themselves nonetheless.

To be continued

#karamel #supergirl #karamel fanfic #karamel fam #yes parts of this were Hamilton inspired #what of it

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Fandom/Pairing: The Wayhaven Chronicles/ Felix Hauville x f!detective (Mila Wilson)

Rating: Explicit 🔞 minors dni

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Felix spends the night with the detective after her welcome home party at the end of book 3

A/N: This is purely self indulgent as I haven't been able to stop thinking about Felix after going through his route for the first time, and I honestly feel that F doesn't get anywhere near enough attention! So here, have some smut, sandwiched between fluff, with a tiny bit of angst.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to help you tidy up?" Tina slurs over her shoulder as Verda tries to guide her out of the apartment.

"I'm sure, Tina," Mila replies. "You organised the whole thing, so no cleaning up for you. Besides, I think bed is the best place for you right now."

"I'm barely even tipsy." She tries her best to walk in a straight line, but stumbles, knocking her leg on the edge of the coffee table. "Ouch!"

Mason lets out a snigger and Nate glares at him before turning to Verda, "I'll help you to make sure she gets home safely."

Verda gives him an appreciative nod.

"Thank you both," Mila shouts out after them as they open the front door and walk Tina out.

"I'm gonna stay to help Mila," Felix announces, as Adam and Mason head for the door.

"Okay, I'll see you when you're back," Adam says, then glances over at Mila. "Goodnight, Agent Wilson," he nods, before turning back towards the exit. Her new title seems to flow freely from his lips, resulting in a rush of warmth to her chest. Feeling accepted by Unit Bravo means more to her than she could possibly express, and she's well and truly part of the team now.

"Enjoy," Mason smirks. Felix shoves him out the door, but Mila notices that he's trying to conceal a smile as he does so. Their playfulness with each other never fails to entertain her.

Felix closes the door and presses his back against it. Their eyes meet and they hold the gaze for a moment, sending Mila's heart into a flutter, which is the case for pretty much any time she's in Felix's company. She bites her lip in anticipation...

"Right, let's get tidying then," he says, pushing off the door, and Mila almost lets out a disappointed groan.

He grabs a bag and starts to shove random bits of rubbish into it. Mila stands on the spot, enjoying the view as he bends to pick things up off the floor. Then he catches her looking. "You know, this cleaning up would be done much quicker if you helped," he winks.

"Well to be honest, I didn't think you were actually planning to help tidy," she replies.

"Why wouldn't I?" He does a very exaggerated stretch up to unpin a decoration from the ceiling, causing his top to lift, revealing several inches of his toned stomach.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you" she giggles.

"I know how you love to look at me, I thought I'd give you a bit of a show," he smirks.

She walks over to him, taking the bag off of him and cupping his face with her hands. "Kiss me," she demands.

He doesn't comply instantly, instead he smiles at her. "I love how direct you are now, not that I didn't enjoy how much I could make you blush when we were first getting to know each other."

She raises her eyebrows at him. "Your flirting was very forward and I'm not used to that kind of thing."

"But you loved it," he teases.

She lets out a sigh, "I can't exactly deny that now, can I? I'm sure your hypersenses made it obvious that I did."

He places his hand on her chest. "Oh yes, the sound of your rapid heartbeat very quickly became my favourite song. It still is."

Mila bites her lips together and laughs through her nose as she feels herself going all weak and silly. His sweet, if not cheesy, lines always have her feeling as though she's about to melt into a puddle.

Felix gives a smug smile and places a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Stay with me tonight?" she asks as their lips part.

"Of course, babe. I couldn't possibly leave you on your own on your first night back at home," he replies.

"Thank you. I'm so glad that we get to spend some time together," she lazily drags a finger down his chest, stopping just above his trousers. "Alone."

"And what do you have in mind to fill that time?" he asks, followed by a hard swallow.

"Oh the possibilities are endless," she smirks, before letting out a yawn.

"We don't have to do anything like that tonight if you don't want to, I'm guessing you're probably tired after your party?" He wraps his arms around her waist, leaning back so he can look at her face.

"No, I'm okay. I want to, like really want to." She places her hands on his chest, looking up into his eyes, "unless you don't?"

"Oh babe, I always want to," he grins, "I can never get enough of you."

She bites her lip to hold back the huge grin that is trying to escape, but she doesn't need to as Felix smothers her mouth with his. Their lips stay together, tongues dipping into each other mouths as they do their best to head for the bedroom without toppling over.

Felix's hands are busy peeling off Mila's clothes on the way, and she's completely naked by the time they get there.

"Now, that's a talent," she says, briefly breaking the kiss.

"One of many," he smiles.

"Mm hmm," she replies, and their lips are back together as she unbuttons his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Her hands move to his chest, running down his toned muscles before stopping at the button of his trousers. She hesitates for a moment, then rubs a hand across his crotch, feeling how tight they have become around his growing bulge.

She pops the button and pushes his trousers down, followed by his underwear, allowing him to bounce free.

His hands slide softly down her back, leaving a tingling trail in their wake. He gives a gentle squeeze when he reaches her rear, then hoists her up into his arms.

Her legs wrap around his waist as he steps out of the puddle his clothes are now in and carries her the few steps it takes to reach the bed, then he lowers her slowly down onto the mattress.

Their lips come back together in a kiss so full of passion that she can barely focus on anything other than how her whole being feels completely consumed by him.

She's snapped back to reality when his mouth leaves hers, but it's only a second until he's kissing her neck. He lets his teeth scrape gently across the vulnerable skin, before doubling back with his tongue.

His kisses start to move down her body and he takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it briefly before travelling lower and lower until he's nibbling at her inner thigh.

Her hips give an almost involuntary thrust as her body begs for him to satisfy the desperate ache she has between her legs. Of course he obliges and gives one long lick through her centre—sending a jolt of pleasure through her body—before he settles there, giving smaller licks and gentle sucks.

Her fingers grip into the coils of his hair as he works her and she feels like she's going to be catapulted over the edge within seconds, the way he's going. "Felix," she calls, while placing her hands onto the sides of his face to lift his head. "I want you up here."

He gives a nod and a small smile. "Whatever you want, babe," then he moves up the bed, their lips coming together again in a frantic kiss. Her hands are all over his back, nails gently scraping as she goes, until she reaches between their bodies, wrapping her hands around his hardened length. She pumps him a couple of times before slowly rubbing his tip around her entrance. They let out a satisfied sigh in unison at the intimate contact and the almost overwhelming physical satisfaction that it brings.

Her hand releases him, leaving him lined up with her and he pushes slowly forward. Her body's desperate need for him allows him to slide into her with ease, and she can do nothing to stop the moan that leaves her lips, and she feels the smile Felix gives in response.

He holds himself above her with one arm, while the other hand reaches for her breast, caressing it as he begins to thrust his hips. Their lips part as they both let out little gasps and pants as they enjoy the sensation of their bodies coming together over and over again.

He feels so good, but she gets an urge to have more control over the situation, so she squeezes her legs around his and gently tips them to the side. Felix gets the message and they manage to stay together as he rolls onto his back.

She sits up on top of him, grinding into him with a circular motion, as she controls exactly where she needs and wants him to reach.

She looks into his amber eyes—those golden pools so full of affection as he watches her—she could get lost in them for hours. "You're so amazing," she states.

"At this, or just in general?" he smirks.

"Both," she confirms, as she moves a hand to draw a soft line down his cheek.

"You too, babe," they both let out a little chuckle, before they fall back into the intensity of the moment.

Felix reaches a hand between her legs and begins to trace circles over her most sensitive area. Her head flings back with a moan at the instant surge of pleasure it sends through her. She closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy it, then leans forward to press her lips to his, their thrusting becoming faster and faster until a wave of ecstasy almost knocks the air out of her as she climaxes hard.

She lets out a long moan, but tries not to slow her motions, desperately wanting Felix to get his own release. She presses her mouth to his ear, breathing heavily and that's all it takes to send him over the edge. He grips her behind, his hands helping to keep her body going as he rides it out with heavy breaths.

When he's done, Mila collapses onto his chest and he brings his arms around her. "Oh wow..." Felix breaths out with a sigh. She smiles as she keeps her head on his chest, listening to the heavy thrumming of his heart "...that was so, so good," he continues.

"Yeah, it was," she agrees.

"I just want to be able to do that with you every day," he says.

"I wish we could, but in our line of work, I don't think every day will be possible." She moves up to place her head in the crook of his arm.

"I suppose," he replies, stroking the side of her face with his hand. "I guess we'll just have to make the most of the time we do get alone."

"Definitely," she lets out a yawn, feeling her eyes getting heavy as Felix continues to stroke her cheek and then it all fades to black.

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It's only a couple of hours into her sleep when she wakes, and for a moment she's disorientated—this isn't her bedroom at the warehouse—then she remembers that she's home, although it doesn't really feel like it. She'd got so used to be at the warehouse, it's strange being back here.

It doesn't quite look the same since the repair work and it certainly doesn't smell the same—with the scent of plaster and paint still heavily lingering in the air.

But then she rolls over to find Felix asleep next to her—his handsome features highlighted by the gentle moonlight creeping in through a crack in the curtains—and she suddenly feels completely at home, because home is wherever he is.

It's a cheesy—but so very true—thought that brings a smile to her face and causes a warm flurry of happiness to course through her entire body.

But it's also a scary thought.

She's fallen for him so hard and so fast, which in itself isn't all that surprising. He's so open, and kind, and funny...in fact it would be easier to get a list of all the positive adjectives to describe a human being and just slap a picture of Felix's face next to it.

Except he's not...

He's not a human being, he never has been and never will be. So how come he makes her feel more human and more alive than she's ever felt in her life?

Then that other thought creeps in, one she tries to ignore and suppress, because she doesn't want anything to stop her from feeling the happiness he makes her feel. She can't imagine her life without him, but one day he'll live without her. Without even considering the risks they both face during their missions with the agency, she's still more likely to die before him—her mortality and fragility make it that way.

She'd give anything to be able to spend all eternity with him, but it's just not possible.

Unless...

It's a conversation too serious and too heavy to be having at this point in their relationship, and she still doesn't fully understand how all that side of things works. Would she even be able to go through with it, and would Felix even want her to turn?

It's silly really to think so far ahead when things are still quite new between them, but her feelings for him are so intense, and for reasons she can't explain, she just knows that he's it for her.

As though he can sense her thoughts, (which he probably can, she thinks), Felix opens his eyes, instantly looking concerned when he finds her awake and watching him.

He reaches out for her hand. "Are you okay, babe?" His touch, mixed with his obvious care and concern for her has all her worries melting away instantly.

She nods. "I'm so lucky to have you."

He pulls her down, bringing her into a gentle embrace. "I'm the lucky one, babe," and he places a kiss on her head. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She wraps her arm over his chest, "I am now," she replies. And she really is, because in that moment she knows she could do it. She could turn for him.

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #felix hauville #f hauville #twc felix #felix hauville x detective #felix hauville x f!detective #twc fanfic

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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 7 months

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A Cut

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 14. Set during RttE’s King of Dragons, Part 1. Hiccup almost avoids being hit by the harpoon aimed for the Titantwing Dramillion

Warning: Some violence

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Fishlegs, Meatlug, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Spitelout

Pairing: /

Words: 1 243

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Bleeding through the bandages, field medicine, no anesthesia

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: I could've written something really heavy, but I decided to keep it light for this one.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

Hiccup saw the harpoon coming and made the split second decision to dodge out of the way. His left cheekbone burns intensely after. His heart pounding, unwilling to comprehend how close he's just come with death, he follows the direction it's going. Toothless’ gaze is only on him, having feared for a headless rider. The harpoon strikes the Titanwing Dramilion and it falls.

All he can do is shriek "no!" and give chase, but he and Toothless fail to keep the injured dragon from falling into enemy hands.

Watching as Johann and the Flyers flee the scene with the Dramillion, Hiccup barely notices the blood quickly seeping from his wound. Though Toothless can certainly smell the metallic tang in the air. One peek at his Rider and he's off to find Fishlegs.

-XOXOX-

Most of the Dragon Riders and Spitelout watch in strange fascination as Fishlegs tries his best to stop the bleeding. Hiccup sits on a rock as his friend holds his face. One hand cups his uninjured cheek, the other holds cloth to the cut. Toothless spaces from his one side to the other, keeping a close and worried eye on him.

"Do you guys really have nothing better to do?" He glares at his friends. "Like finding that Dramilion?!"

He’s in a bad mood for obvious reasons. He’s angry that they couldn’t save the Dramillion and that they’re forced to waste time treating his injuries instead of chasing after the Flyers. Fishlegs has a cloth pressed against his cheek, but it just keeps getting redder from all the blood he’s losing. It has already run down his throat and soaked through his tunic. That certainly doesn’t help either.

"Astrid's got it covered," Ruffnut speaks up.

"Yeah, and she's got it covered alone!" Hiccup protests. Another reason to be in a bad mood.

"Except she's not alone, she has Stormfly with her," she reasons. As if one dragon will matter to a fleet and the Flyers.

He can’t help but express his annoyance.

“Hiccup, don’t move!” Fishlegs protests, pulling his friend back. “This cut is very deep, I won’t be surprised if it’s gone down to the bone!”

“Man, your face is half off!” Snotlout remarks in disturbed fascination.

“Snotlout, my face is not “half off!” Hiccup sighs.

“You came close to losing yer face, boy-o. That harpoon almost took your head clean off!” Spitlout says, bellowing with laughter. Without a doubt, it’s going to be a good story to tell around the fire.

“That’s going to be such a cool scar,” Tuffnut helpfully states.

“You mean hot,” his sister argues.

Hiccup averts his gaze away from his friends, looking up at Fishlegs and patting Toothless’ nose. He hates being here when Astrid is all alone out there and when the Titanwing Dramilion- possibly the King of Dragons- is in danger. If they can somehow harness its mind controling powers… that would be disastrous.

Fishlegs' gaze meets his and there's an understanding between the two.

"Hey guys, can you go find me some medicinal herbs? I won't be able to stop this bleeding without them," he requests his friends.

"What? No, you don't," Snotlout crosses his arms.

"Come on, guys, I really need those herbs and Hurry! Hiccup is bleeding through everything I'm using!" He exaggerates.

"Actively dying here!" Hiccup ups the drama.

"No, he-" but before Snotlout can finish his complaint, Hookfang grabs his rider by the scruff and hauls him away. Meanwhile, Ruff and Tuff mount Barf and Belch and exclaim something about a quest before leaving. After Spitelout leaves the four of them have some peace.

A moment passes.

"Thanks, I really needed some peace and quiet," Hiccup thanks his friend.

"Oh, it's not a big deal," Fishlegs pulls the cloth away to see a fresh stream gust out of the cut. "But that cut is bleeding a lot, though."

"Don't most facial injuries?" Hiccup asks, remembering being told as such by the man in front of him.

Fishlegs regards him for a moment. He's right, but this one happens to be very deep. He presses a cleaner part of the cloth to his friend’s face, but it immediately colors a deep red. His hands are stained with it, too.

He sighs. He fears it might only stop bleeding when he stitches it.

“Meatlug,” he calls for his dragon and the Gronckle steps closer. Hiccup takes the cloth over from him to hold against his cheek as he rummages through his saddlebag looking for supplies.

-XOXOX-

“And… done!” Fishlegs remarks as he cuts the thread. The wound has been stitched and the bleeding has stopped.

Hiccup releases a breath, relieved that it's over. Just because his face was already burning as if on fire it doesn't mean that he didn't feel every sting of the needle pushed methodically into his skin or didn't feel his skin being pulled back together again.

"I'm okay, Bud," he tells his dragon. Toothless takes his paw back, he'd given it for Hiccup to take and squeeze in his lap. He licks the back of his hand. "Thanks."

"And thank you, Fishlegs. Both for stitching me up and for giving me some peace, I really needed it," he thanks him. The other Dragon Riders and Spitelout have yet to return from their mission to find botanical help.

He pats Toothless' nose.

"Oh, it's no problem, Hiccup. Really!" Fishlegs smiles at him. It's an expression Hiccup returns to the best of his ability, but it doesn't last long.

"Now we should probably find the others, catch up with Astrid before she catches up with the fleet," Hiccup says.

“Wait, right now? Hiccup, I just finished stitching you up, don’t you want to rest first?” Fishlegs asks and Toothless, too, seems to protest. He wants to chase after Astrid, too, but he would rather do it without risking his human.

“Fishlegs, it’s just a cut.”

“And it almost went down to the bone! You’re lucky you didn’t lose an eye! Or your life!” Fishlegs is exasperated. Of course, Hiccup wants to get right back up on his dragon and get to work.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?”

At that, Toothless all but roars in Hiccup’s face. He sits up right, paws using the human’s knees for support. He glares at him while the other stares up at him in surprise.

“Exactly what I was thinking, Toothless,” Fishlegs crosses his arms. Neither of them will be letting Hiccup leave.

The man must be in a lot of pain, because he sighs in defeat and concedes. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea to go flying with his face pounding like this.

“Fine,” he says. “But we have to catch up with Astrid.”

“I’ll find the others, we’ll go after Astrid and come back for you. I promise,” Fishlegs tells him and Meatlug approaches to let him mount up. She warbles at Hiccup, who pats her nose.

“Okay… If Snotlout and the twins give you trouble, just tell them that they’ll be doing patrol for a month if they don’t do what you say,” Hiccup tells him and he nods before Meatlug takes off. They leave Hiccup and Toothless behind.

The latter curls up around the former, his head ending up on his lap. Hiccup lays his arms on top of him and his chin follows slowly.

It stays quiet between them and a part of Hiccup is glad to stay behind with his Bud.

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theharrowing · 9 months

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I don't understand jk because I know he wants to be more of himself but at the same time he keeps feeding into the parasociality of army and placing them as such an important part of his life, even comparable to his own parents.... which tbh doesn't strike like too honest to me and also, he won't be able to be "free" when he cares that much about ppl who don't even know him and who he doesn't know, I think he is exaggerating the army thing but at level it seems like he does care a lot

hmmm. there is a lot to unpack here, and i am going to do my best, but i feel like there is so much nuance that i might not do it justice.

none of us are allowed to say for sure what jungkook feels, and judge how honest or exaggerated his feeling are, and having a conversation about this makes me very uncomfortable, from the jump.

jungkook became famous at such a young age, in the kpop industry, no less, and because of that, parasocial relationships are extremely normal to him. the kpop industry really seems to encourage parasocial relationships and puts a lot of weight on fandom, in general, hence fandoms having names, and there being dedicated events for the fans and etc., to the extent that musicians and artists in other cultures don't do as much. (i know that kpop is not the only fandom that does this, but for the sake of this conversation, i am focusing on his lived experiences.) because of this, he might have genuine feelings about perfect strangers (and even just the idea of those strangers) that we may not be able to fully understand.

it is extremely possible for jungkook to care that much about people who are not his parents or bts members. it is also extremely possible for jungkook to not be as close to his parents as others are to theirs, for a myriad of reasons, including but not limited to growing up as a member of bts. we don't know what those relationships look like, and frankly, it's not our business to know or speculate that. as someone who does not have parents, or a close relationship with parental figures at all, let me tell you, blood family is not the be-all-end-all of love and support, and it is completely possible and normal to find those things in friends, and in people who we care about and view as friendly.

i don't think we need to care about this. i don't think it's necessary to try to find truths and falsehoods in everything he or anyone says. jungkook and you and i and anyone alive can strive to be our genuine, true self without having everything figured out. i don't think any of us know ourselves with 100% certainty; feelings and ideas and interests and likes and dislikes change constantly. i don't think it matters. we don't need to worry about this.

things that might seem fake or disingenuous to you or i could feel very real and important to him, and that is okay. he is not harming anyone.

it is likely that he is experiencing a lot of loneliness with members being in the army, and without bts together as a unit, and he could be leaning a lot more on his fans for support, encouragement, entertainment, etc. and that's ok. whatever he needs to do for himself in this moment, might change tomorrow, and his feelings might change too, and that's ok. we don't need to worry about it.

#you've got mail 💌

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duchessanon · 1 year

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Who’s who in this blog : the fandom version of the rf

For any newbies, I usually don’t like explaining the joke but here u are! These are essentially over exaggerated versions of how the fandom has characterised the rf and supporting characters over the years.

Liz - RIP’d queen, often disrespected by her grandsons & their wives. Ignores everything that she needs to fix in her fam. A icon none the less

Philpot - RIP’d duke of edin-burg. Occasionally racist. Generally admired. Name is Phil & despot together bc he may have RIP’d Di.

Chuck - current king. Desperate for attention, sensitive, adulterer, and ready to throw his (RIP’d) wife and sons to the wolves

Camilla - one time respected/tolerated, now beloved for making Henris bedroom into her wardrobe

Di - RIP’d princess of hearts. Press feeding, monarchy loving, but also an anarchist and destructor of the monarchy. Only has one son, who he is depends on who u ask

Ghost Di - appears in the form of leopards, elephants, cows etc. Blesses u with fertility and revenge for ur enemies

Anne - a hardworking, unbothered legAnned. Likes horsey stuff

Tim - lusted over husbAnned. Drama free

Andy - sicko. Never a good word said about him unless ur also a sicko or Fergie.

Fergie - chaotic queen of flower crowns. Messy for defending Andy. But so batshit, u can’t be mad, u just roll with it. Part time author of smut.

Eddie - dramatically unveils plaques

Soph - Liz’s fave. Probably an asshole in secret. Her fan account turned against her out of nowhere one day. Still don’t know what she did

Willy - heir with no hair. BULLIAM. Celebrated for it. Lusted over by a minority. Often lazy. Often adulterous. Takes a bad photo. Family man. Simp.

k8 - the main fandom girlie. Loves kids and shaping their brains. Often lazy. Baby brained, cheated on non stop, but also Machiavellian (Bitch k8). Also boring. “Great gowns, beautiful gowns” (sometimes).

Henri - Named Santa Henri bc of his Saint like status in pre-2016 fandom. Now a todger loving, traitorous, self obsessed, disrespectful, bewitched by meg dumb dumb. Also a brave, rebellious, normal blokey soldier. Loyal husband and father.

Meg - that bitch. Narcissistic, philanthropic, disrespectful, title obsessed, overthrower of the colonialist monarchy. Bad friend and daughter. Kindest person alive. Never done anything wrong, at fault for everything. Hounded by the press but it was all her fault anyway.

Peter - used his royal name to do a milk ad

Zara & Mike - get away with doing magazine deals bc they’re not working royals. Relationship with Willy and Henri used as proof that either brother is better bc they must be great if they’re close to the tindalls

Eugbea - daughter of fergie. One person. The true blood princess

Eugbea husband - just there

AK-47 - Angela Kelly, Liz’s secret lover who denied meg a tiara

Jason Knife - staff. Twisted the knife in megris back

JLP - the og staff dude

Cam Tominey, Dicky Palmer, KT nichol, the two Vickis, Roya, Danny Wooten, Piers Morgan, Emily Andrews, Becky English, that Jack guy, Val Lowe - EVIL press, revealers of the TRUTH

Omid - best selling author. risked it all for Megri. Court jester

Carolyn - also best selling author. Missing since 2021

Cress and Chelsea - long suffering exes

Carole - the queen maker

Mike - drug smuggler. Pilot

#lmk if I missed anyone obvious

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practickles · 1 year

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To Save a Director's Smile

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lee: Rui Kamishiro

Lers: Tsukasa Tenma, Nene Kusanagi, Emu Otori

Written platonic but it's ambiguous enough to be open to interpretation.

Word Ct: 1.5k

Warnings: Tickles, Maybe some slightly guilt tripp-y lauguage? It's entirely a joke though and it's understood as a joke by everyone involved.

This is heavily inspired by that one side story where Tsukasa doesn't let Rui do an idea and he gets all pouty and drags Emu and Nene into it.

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“I’m just saying it won’t work! It’s just unrealistic for what we have to work with,” huffed Tsukasa after yet another one of Rui’s overambitious ideas for a stunt in their newest show. After all, it was his duty as troupe leader to keep everyone reigned in. (And had absolutely nothing to do with the fact Rui’s idea was certain to include some new stunt with Tsukasa as the victim)

“And I’m saying with enough work, we can make it happen! As a troupe, we should be working to improve and push ourselves to be better. How do you expect to become a world star with that kind of attitude?” Rui countered.

“I can’t be any kind of star at all if one of your crazy ideas kills me!” Tsukasa all but yelled.

“Aw,” Rui began, taking on an exaggerated pout, “I just thought you’d want to try something new.”

Tsukasa gave a deep sigh. “Rui. I’m not playing this game with you.”

“What game? I’m being completely serious here. And frankly, I’m offended and heartbroken you would take my sadness with such jest.” His ruse was only betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes as he stared down the troupe leader.

“You do this all the time. I know you’re messing with me. You’re just pretending so you can have your way.” Tsukasa ran a frustrated hand through his own hair.

“This level of betrayal? From my beloved leader? I would never do such a thing” Rui gasped. He began to shed (admittedly very convincing) fake tears to truly express his levels of distress at the situation. “Won’t you please please please let me do the stunt? I assure you it would make the whole show. And it would wipe away these tears rolling down my poor, poor, downcast, despairing, and otherwise inconsolable saddened face. I may never smile again without it.”

“Hmm,” Tsukasa began, a slight teasy lilt in his voice that Rui, due in no small part to his own dramatics, failed to notice. “I know it does make you very sad.”

Rui glanced up expectantly, his pouty facade beginning to morph into smugness. He just knew his dear troupe leader couldn’t hold out on him that long.

Tsukasa made a step towards him. “And I just can’t stand seeing you so down.”

Another step. “What a shame it would be if I never got to see that radiant smile again.”

Another step. “After all, our director knows best.”

At last, Rui had won. He didn’t even have to convince the others to join in his sorrow.

Wait.

It couldn’t be this easy, could it? Tsukasa never went down without at least a half-hearted fight, especially when it came to Rui’s stunts. The flattery? And the immediate compliance? Combined with the quickly closing distance between the two, it didn’t make sense.

Another step. Tsukasa was now less than an arm's length from Rui, staring directly in his still teary eyes. “And we all care about you so much.”

“So why don’t we just help you smile again?”

Rui didn’t even have time to process the words before he felt two strong arms swiftly pulling him into a firm, confining hug and two hands spidering up and down his ribs, sending the former into a fit of surprised, giddy laughter.

“AHAHAHATSUKASAA” Rui yelled, squirming fruitlessly in the other man’s arms.

“See? Now you’re laughing that pretty laugh! It wasn’t so hard to get you all cheery again!” Tsukasa said brightly.

“NAHAHA, NOT CHEEEHERY!” The taller of the two only barely managed to gasp out through his screeching and ever reddening face. “EMHUHU, NEHENE, HEHELP ME!”

The girls spectating exchanged twin smiles containing nothing but adoration for their poor, trapped director.

“You know, Emu, I think Rui has a point,” Nene chimed in, “He said it himself, he’s not cheery yet, we should go help him to make sure he feels all better.”

“NOHOHO, NOHOT WHAHAT I MEAHNT,” protested Rui, squirming, growing more furious but equally futile in an attempt to escape his oncoming demise.

Emu let out a small gasp, “I think you’re right, Nene! It would be so mean of us to leave him there suffering! We have to help him smile!”

“DOHON’T YOHOU TWO DARHEHERE” Rui screamed. “STAYHEY BAHACK”

Nene shook her head and clicked her tongue. She began her slow walk towards Rui, Emu excitedly bouncing at her side. Each tap of their shoes on the stage steadily getting closer to him as he knew what was going to happen when they got to him was, in Rui’s opinion, the cruelest form of torture “Poor helpless Rui.” Nene began, having to significantly raise her volume for anyone, much less the source of the noise, to even hear her. “Begging for help but when he gets it, he can’t accept it. So trapped and ticklish and he can’t even do anything about it.” She stood right in front of him, Tsukasa slowing down only so that Rui could hear her over his own laughter. She hovered her hands over all of his worst spots. His ribs, his arms, his hips, and his neck, as if carefully deciding where to strike first. “Hmm, maybe I should go easy on you. After all, the only reason you’re still standing is because Tsukasa is holding you up. We both know you’d be curled up shrieking on the floor without him. I don’t think he could continue to keep you still with much more of your thrashing. But then again, I don’t really mind you taking him to the floor with you.”

“Hey!” Tsukasa reprimanded.

Ignoring him, Nene continued. “Maybe I’ll gooo.. No… maybeee.. No, not there either.” With each new consideration, she hovered her hands over a new spot, sending the already laughing boy into near hysterics.

“Neneeeee,” Emu whined. “Why can we just tickle him alreadyy-”

“Hmmmm,” Nene drew the hum out for a long time, considering her options. “Okay,” She latched her hands onto Rui’s hips and started rapidly squeezing them. Emu quickly joined in by spidering her hands at his neck, making good use of her nails on the sensitive spot.

“Ahh kitchi kitchi coo! Ahh tickle tickley tickle!” Emu teased.

If Rui thought he had it bad before, he was not prepared for the addition of four new hands combined with Emu’s playful words and Nene’s cruel teases. He could barely even make out words anymore, opting for screeches of laughter, occasionally interrupted by calls that sounded vaguely like his troupe member’s names.

True to Nene’s word, he very quickly lost the ability to stand and with Tsukasa’s gentle assistance, crumpled to the ground in ticklish agony. He instinctively squirmed and wiggled, not truly trying to get away and letting himself get lost in his laughter and the feeling of six hands targeting his worst spots. He couldn’t think about anything except just how bad it tickled.

“As fun as this has been, my dear troupe, I think he’s had enough,” Tsukasa pointed out, taking note of Rui’s (now legitimately) teary eyes and very flushed face. Emu and Nene nodded and removed their hands while Tsukasa gradually slowed down to light scribbles and then to gentle rubbing to help what were sure to be horrible tingles.

“AhEhetheh,” Rui tried to make out words but couldn’t get far enough past the fuzzy, ticklish feeling in his brain to say anything intelligible. He curled into himself and just kept giggling himself silly.

“Awwwww! Rui, you’re so cute and giggly! I love your squealies!” Rui somehow blushed even darker at Emu’s complement

“He doesn’t need to be any more flustered, right now Emu.” Nene cut in, “Let’s give him a second and then you can say whatever you want to him.”

“Nohohohoooo,” Rui protested, “Thahahat’s gonahahaha eheehehehehe,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence without the phantom tickles running rampant all over him and impairing his speech.

Tsukasa gently ran his hand through Rui’s messy, purple hair, smiling in adoration as he leaned into the comforting touch. “Shhh, just breathe for now. We’ll listen once you’ve calmed down a bit.”

Nene handed him a cold bottle of water. Rui wasted no time in using Tsukasa to pull himself into a sitting position, and down half of the bottle in one drink.

“Thahank yohohou” Rui weakly giggled. “I lihiked thahaht a lohoht.”

“Well that’s good because I like tickling you a lot!” Emu chirped.

“Yeah, it is kinda fun to be able to get you to shut up.” Nene smiled, no real malice in her words.

“Of course, Rui. Anything to make our director smile.” Tsukasa added.

“Anyhehthing?” Rui asked, the same mischievous glint returning to his eyes.

“Don’t push it,” Tsukasa said with a poke to Rui’s ribs, sending him into yet another giggle fit from the still hypersensitive skin.

“Okahahy, okahay” Rui conceded. “I won't. For now.”

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I'm gonna be honest, this was meant to be a warm up drabble for my Squealing Santa writing. However it got so out of hand, it became my first tickle fic. Hooray!

#project sekai #project sekai tickles #lee!rui #ler!tsukasa #ler!nene #ler!emu #tickling #sfw tickling community #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #emu otori #nene kusanagi

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pearlsephoni · 1 year

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Shinkane Week 2022, Day 2: Sloth

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Shinkane (Kogami/Akane)

Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami, brief appearance from Mika Shimotsuki

Word Count: 1,022

Summary: An early morning work summons pulls a reluctant Akane out of bed. She's not the only one upset about it.

A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

The sound of her ringtone going off pierced the room, making Akane’s head jerk up before her eyes could fully open. It was still dark, to the point where she wouldn’t have been able to tell a difference between her eyes being opened or closed if it weren’t for the bright light of her communicator shining from her bedside table. Her fingers were clumsy with sleep as she grabbed at it and barely managed to answer. “Hello?”

“Inspector Tsunemori. You’re needed here.”

Akane squinted at the clock in the corner of the comm’s hologram. “Shimotsuki, it’s 4am.”

“I’m ‘Chief’ to you now, senpai, and as your superior, I expect you to come when I call.”

A smile tugged at Akane’s lips at Mika’s habitual use of “senpai,” but she was careful to keep it out of her voice. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.”

A rustling came from her side as she hung up, and before she could get out of bed, an arm fell over her waist. “Where are you going?”

Her smile grew, as it always did when she heard that deep, sleep-roughened voice. She turned to let her eyes meet a sleepy gray gaze that blinked at her over a small frown. “Duty calls.”

“Now?”

“Are you really surprised?”

A soft sigh huffed out Kogami. “No. Just annoyed.”

“Me, too.” She shifted beneath his arm, trying to slide out and towards the edge of the bed, but it just weighed heavier over her waist. “Shinya.”

“Hm?”

“I have to go.”

“Mm…you have to pay the toll.”

A scoff of disbelief escaped Akane, but she knew better. Ever since he had returned to Japan and they had reunited, he’d shown a playful bent to his personality that had always been hidden beneath weariness and sharp deduction. He still behaved very much the same way in public and at work, but when it was just the two of them, he was always gently teasing her and making silly demands with a steady voice.

Like now. “You’re ridiculous,” she sighed, before taking his face in her hands and pressing a kiss to his lips…and his nose…and all over his face.

“Akane…oi, Aka-mmf!”

She pulled away from his lips with an exaggerated smack and a proud grin. “Was that the toll? Can I go now?”

“You little…” Before she could slip away, there were calloused fingers sliding up the back of her neck to sink into her hair, holding her in place as he grumbled, “My turn,” and leaned in.

Her kisses had been light, playful presses of her lips over his lightly-stubbled cheeks. His kiss was slow, tender, relished, had her sighing out a soft moan and opening up beneath his parted lips.

When they parted, he was wearing a small, satisfied grin, and she was slowly blinking out of a kiss-drunk daze. “Now you can go,” he hummed with one more chaste kiss.

“If I’m late, I’ll make sure the division knows you’re to blame,” she huffed as she hurriedly dressed and picked her holo, her threat holding no real bite.

“I’m sure Shimotsuki would love to hear all about it.”

It was tricky to stick her tongue out while smiling, but Akane managed it just fine.

❈❈❈~❈❈❈~❈❈❈

"Shimotsuki.”

“It’s ‘chief’, you can’t just—”

“Chief,” Akane corrected herself with a bitten-back sigh. “Could you explain to me again, slowly, what about this was so urgent?”

“We got the suspect in custody! We need to make sure we take proper advantage of his interrogation, and that includes preparing the proper questions and interrogator. You’re…you’re the best at making those decisions.” Shimotsuki bit out the last sentence like the words left an actual bitter taste on her tongue. An unfair response, considering she pulled Akane to the PSB at a frankly unholy hour for her supposed expertise.

“Mika,” Akane sighed, “the suspect is currently sleeping, as is our best interrogator. This is a meeting we could very easily have later in the day, when I am actually scheduled to be on-duty and everyone will be awake and alert.”

Shimotsuki glowered at her for a moment, before her eyes flickered away and her fingers began drumming at the desk. “Mika,” Akane murmured, continuing before Shimotsuki could correct her again, “what’s going on?”

It took the young chief another moment to wilt and meet Akane’s eyes. “I just…it’s the first major case since I was given this position. If something goes wrong, it’ll all reflect back on me.”

“Ah…” Akane reached out and set her hand over Shimotsuki’s restless fingers. “You can count on our team to get the job done and get this man to face the sentencing he deserves. You know you can trust us; otherwise, you wouldn't have assigned us on such an important case.”

It had been so many years, but in moments like this, Akane could still see remnants of a terrified, weeping high schooler in those wide eyes. “...Okay,” Shimotsuki finally whispered. “You can return home, Inspector. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

It wasn’t an apology, but Akane wasn’t expecting one. She was happy enough to be allowed back home.

❈❈❈~❈❈❈~❈❈❈

Usually, if Akane were to return and find Kogami still in bed, she would’ve felt a prick of annoyance, even if she ended up joining him beneath the sheets.

That morning wasn’t usual. When she saw that he was still asleep, his arm extended as though to hold her where she was supposed to be, she could only heave a sigh and hurry to change back into her pajamas.

“Welcome home,” he murmured in a low, soothing voice as she curled herself into her rightful place. “Was everything alright?”

“Mm…just Shimotsuki fretting.” Pressed into him like this, Akane could feel more than hear his knowing chuckle. “This promotion is wearing her down more quickly than any of us expected.”

“Whoever could have foreseen that?” His sarcastic question was punctuated by a grunt, his hand shooting down too late to catch Akane’s poking fingers at his waist.

“Be nice,” she scolded him half-heartedly, “and let me sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Kogami laughed, fondness threaded through the soft sound.

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yourlocalartsonist · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

Alrighty well cuz it’s mushy gushy time, imma just ramble idk I’ll keep it short

I mostly just wanted to say thanks to everyone on here. On 2023 about a month from now I joined Tumblr for the first time because Rise of the TMNT had me in a chokehold and refused to let go. Honestly I stayed away from Tumblr all these years ‘cause of the reputation that it’s bOnKeRs cRaZy iNsAniTy but honestly I learned it’s my entire type of bonkers crazy insanity that I adore. I wish I joined sooner but I’m also kind of happy I joined during this seeming boom in the Rise fandom. I’ve followed so many fanworks from their early days and got to see them grow. I was a part of that one contest where Donnie was nominated for having the most Autistic rizz or something (SO CLOSE TO WINNING TOOO). I’ve even found a server through this app that’s let me become friends with so many of the people I admired just as creators. And of course, I started my own Rise fic. I’m not shitting you I know it’s not that well known but even the attention it’s gotten has pleasantly surprised me so much.

Tumblr has genuinely been the best thing to happen to me in 2023. I got on here when I was just starting to heal from a lot of bullshit and toxicity I left recently and had like no friends or people to talk to. I just binged Rise memes on Tumblr and stories and comics and they kept me sane during that lonely period. Now I’m in a place where I’m confident in myself, genuinely love and appreciate the ups and downs of my life, and have a lovely amount of people to call my friends both online and in real life.

I really wouldn’t be here without you guys. I know this is all cheesy to say but I genuinely didn’t think my year would turn out this fun and amazing. 2023 has no exaggeration been the first year of my life where I felt truly genuinely happy. So really, thank you guys

Cheers to 2024 :3 Who knows how chaotic or insane or exciting or even depressing this new year may be but I’m just glad to still be here to witness it all, both the good and the bad. We survived folks and to me, that’s a huge accomplishment!~

#happy new year #2024 is here #random rambles #i’m very emotional rn but that’s a good thing #rottmnt moths fly in packs #save rottmnt #thank you rottmnt #thank you tumblr #i love you guys

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@maqias said: For the meta asks!! What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon? And, what headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character?

meta asks - if your oc was canon // accepting.

Dialogue and scenes would get cut down significantly (to be expected when you're going from the focus character of an rp blog to a side character in the source work). Also, let's be real: if Hachi and her stand were canonically in Diamond is Unbreakable, Driver 8's abilities would get a way smarter explanation-via-character-dialogue from a character watching it work. Araki is far more comfortable using specific science/terminology as a basis to explain why and how a particular stand works. Tragically I am not science-smart and the best I can do is say "uhhhh Take A Break tickets are debuffs that make you move slower and with less force and Reach Your Destination tickets make you move a little faster and with more force". Araki is built different for having characters explain the principles of physics or whatever involved in a stand's ability, but I'm simply not that kind of girl.

I'd think her characterization mainly gets explored via a series of vaguely meme-able panels of her making nervous or shocked faces in reaction to things, alongside exposition of her people-pleasing and feelings of inferiority/envy via Heaven's Door analysis, but the rest is left to be filled in by fandom interpretation. If she started off as more of an antagonist there would probably be more to work with, alas. But maybe there are a handful of people who like to theorize on what would happen in certain arcs if Hachi/Driver 8 were present instead of just mentioned. I just think it would be funny if people did powerscaling threads on Hachi vs X Character. Could Driver 8 beat Highway Star? Let's discuss (a dozen qrts going "wait, WHO💀💀")

I think she'd be one of many characters who doesn't get a canon birthday during the part's run, so there's some disagreement in the fandom of when to celebrate (people favour August as it's the 8th month, then years later Araki for no particular reason releases some information that gives her a confirmed date of birth which is, well, not that). I think occasionally fans mix up and/or choose to think other, legitimately background characters in DiU with short brownish hair are also Hachi sightings (using Araki's tendency to tweak character designs after introduction as reasoning), so there could be headcanons that spring from these one-off panels (Doesn't that girl with the racket we only see from behind look like Hachi? Tennis club member confirmed? No wait, Hachi works part-time at the Owson's after school, doesn't she? That employee that shows up in the background of a scene has similar eyebrows, though her hair is longer. Maybe the animators didn't know that was supposed to be Hachi?). I also think people headcanoning Hachi as having a crush on whichever character in her age range is the op's personal blorbo is deeply funny. Like they are using the 1-2 panels at their disposal of Hachi looking at any given character as evidence--but the real ones are posting that "It doesn't have to be like this. Hachi has 2 hands" to a raucous 8 note reception.

Closing things out here: not a headcanon but I think it would be funny if a small subset of fandom enjoyed wildly exaggerating canon!Hachi/Driver 8's plot importance/popularity in fandom for jokes. Example:

#maqias #ooc.#thank u for sending in fdkshgkldskhg #i feel like every time i answer one of these i like. maybe KIND OF answer the question a little bit #and then go on to just say whatever i think would b funny about hachi's fandom reception if she was canon. apologies #meta asks.#ppl thinking hachi has a crush on everybody and she gets a popular text post that's like that fuckgign #2010s era zayn malik 'he only got 2 eyes' post i can't stop thinking about it #OP: 'notice how everyone is looking at hachi in this panel but she is only looking at [x chara].'#sb replying on the post: 'she only got 2 eyes'#a lot of my answers to these are maybe putting hachi too far into weenie territory which is. not the case #she DOES rise to the occasion (bravery is doing the thing even if ur scared rather than not being scared at all etc. etc.)#and driver 8 IS a formidable opponent. but she'd be a girl side chara in-canon so i don't think she'd be taken too seriously #by the majority of fandom yk.

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Brotherly Bonding

Part 2 (Part one here x)

Fandom: The Bad Batch/Star Wars

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: This is a tickling fic so if that ain't your thing, scroll away. SFW, no shipping.

Echo was now realizing that when the others said Wrecker was just as bad as him, that was in no way an exaggeration. He was surprised Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair had managed to take him down as easily as they did. They were not being as gentle with him as they'd been with Echo and he would have expected Wrecker to put up much more of a fight. He was clearly letting them do this, what other explanation could there be with his incredible strength?

"We require your assistance, Echo," Tech said with a slight grin as he pulled off Wrecker's boots, scribbling his fingers against one of his feet, causing him to instinctively kick and sending Tech tumbling. Crosshair was tickling Wrecker's right side with both hands while Hunter did the same on the other side. Wrecker was genuinely trying to stay as still as humanly possible as he laughed uproariously, for he'd learned long ago that if he flailed around he was very likely to injure one of his brothers. Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair had all received their fair share of bumps, bruises, and bloody lips from Wrecker when they were young by engaging in this sort of game, not that that stopped them. They knew Wrecker would never intentionally hurt them and getting their payback on him was always entertaining. Entertaining enough to risk bodily harm for sure but they knew just what to do so they didn't need to be concerned about that.

"This seems borderline dangerous," Echo said with a chuckle after Wrecker bucked his legs and sent Tech flying again.

"Oh no, it's fine," Hunter said with a grin, clawing one of his hands at Wrecker's belly under his armor and he let out a noise that was close to a squeal. "See, the trick with Wrecker is you have to really get him laughing. If you do, he becomes weak and he'll barely move at all. Isn't that right, Wrecker?" Wrecker nodded his head without shame as he continued laughing. While his brothers might be somewhat bashful in admitting they were ticklish and found being tickled fun, Wrecker had no qualms about it.

Sure enough, as Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech continued their attack on him Wrecker found he did not need to work as hard at keeping still or resisting the urge to push them away because he just couldn't move anymore. Something about prolonged tickling seemed to make his muscles stop working and that was the case now, even when Hunter went for the kill and dipped his middle finger into his navel while his other fingers tickled his stomach.

"Nohoho! Not there, plehehehease!" Wrecker pleaded, not really meaning it. He curled in on himself slightly, putting his hands on Hunter's but that was all the movement he was able to manage.

"Oh? Does this tickle too much or something?" Hunter teased and Wrecker snorted, nodding his head to the best of his abilities. "Tell you what...why don't you put your arms up so Echo can join in the fun and I'll stop tickling your 'weak' spot. Well...I'll consider it." Wrecker's superhuman strength was all but useless at this point as his brothers tickled him to tears, his body limp and unmoving apart from shaking his head a bit and twitching from time to time. Wrecker was still having a blast though and wanted Echo to feel included. He tried to lift his arms up but was unable to do it.

"I cahahahan't move 'em!" Wrecker screeched.

"Being uncooperative I see," Crosshair snickered and grabbed one of his wrists, effortlessly pinning his arm down to the floor. "I'll let you in on another secret about Wrecker," Crosshair said as Echo finally joined the fray and pinned Wrecker's arm under his knees. "Tickling his armpits really, really softly drives him crazy."

"It's also very effective on his feet. I'll demonstrate," Tech chimed in, proving his point by dragging his fingers gently up and down the soles of Wrecker's feet and spidering them under his toes. Wrecker's laughter went up an octave and his toes started wiggling slightly.

Everyone smiled fondly at the sound of hysterical laughter pouring from Wrecker's mouth. His laugh wasn't cute exactly, at least not in the same way Echo's was. It was loud and kind of harsh but very endearing and his brothers loved drawing it out of him. And there was something amusing about such a huge, strong man being taken down by something as harmless as tickling.

"Like this?" Echo asked Tech and he took just his index finger, swirling it around in circles under his arm, causing Wrecker to scream and shake his head back and forth. Tech smirked and nodded his head. "What tickles more, big guy? This or...this?" Echo wiggled all five fingers, his touch feather-light, and Wrecker snorted again.

"The second one!" Wrecker admitted but Echo already knew that. Crosshair then pinned his other arm under his knee, one hand tickling his armpit, the other fluttering around his neck and ears. The combination of Echo and Crosshair's gentle tickles, Tech on his feet, and Hunter not letting up tickling his "weak" spot got Wrecker the closest to giggling Echo had ever heard.

"Hunter, plehehease...you cahahahan keep tickling me just do it somewhere else!" Wrecker begged.

Hunter started feeling pity for Wrecker. His face had turned red and he seemed to be struggling to breathe. Hunter stopped tickling his navel and belly and switched to his sides again but they had gotten Wrecker going now. It didn't matter where or how they tickled him, his face continued to redden and his laughter sounded somewhat panicked. They all slowed down to let Wrecker catch his breath but apparently, they went too easy on him for too long. When they tried to pick it up again, Wrecker had regained some of his strength back and started wiggling wildly. He kicked his legs, landing Tech on his back a few feet away, and pulled his arms down, Echo, Crosshair, and Hunter landing in a heap on top of him.

Crosshair helped Echo to his feet and simply said, "Run." There wasn't anywhere to hide on the relatively small ship of course but Crosshair, Echo, and Tech ran to the cockpit anyway, leaving Hunter to fend for himself. They heard his frenzied laughter, taking a peek to see that Wrecker had pinned him down on the ground face first, sitting on his calves, going to town on the backs of his knees.

"WREHEHECKER! STOP!" Hunter screamed.

"You promised to stop tickling that spot if I put my arms up and you kept going. You deserve this," Wrecker said smiling.

"I NEVER PROMISED!" Hunter said before dissolving into helpless laughter.

"Fair enough, that's true," Wrecker said.

"It was implied though," Tech yelled in an attempt to egg Wrecker on, making Echo and Crosshair chuckle.

"If you three help me, I promise not to get you back for what you just did," Wrecker said.

"I mean...if you want me to tickle you guys again, all you have to do is say so," Wrecker said gleefully. "'Cause that's what's gonna happen if you don't help me." Tech, Echo, and Crosshair looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Hunter was too hysterical, his eyes closed as he carried on laughing, unable to see his brothers approaching but he heard their footsteps against the metal floor of the ship.

"You seem to forget we were simply getting you back," Echo said.

"Nononono! Ahahahas your superior...I order you...not to help him!" Hunter said, pausing now and then when he was too overwhelmed with laughter to speak. Echo, Tech, and Crosshair weighed their options and decided it was better to take their chances with Hunter's wrath than Wrecker's.

By the time they were done with him, Hunter was too exhausted to consider seeking revenge on any of them, needing to sit in a chair and catch his breath for a while. The others took a seat nearby, Wrecker sitting beside Echo, clapping him on the back and saying, "So, didya have fun, Echo?"

Echo's cheeks were rosy and sore, his belly hurting from laughing so much. Not from his own tickle attack but from the fun he had from just letting loose and bonding with his new brothers. It might have been a little childish but he did not care. He needed that.

"A bit," Echo said smiling.

@spectres-swtk-thoughts

#shorter than I planned but oh well #tickling #tickle fic #the bad batch #my writing

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zeglythofficial · 3 months

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Unshiping couple anon here.

Let's call this couple A and B so it'd be easier to follow along with it.

A being the female and B being the male. They met in a TV show but never got together in it, but were very close friends that'd constantly say how much they loved each other.

Once the show ended a bunch of stories of them being an item started coming out and a part of the fandom did what fandoms do best and started invading their privacy and doing a bunch of shit they definitely shouldn't do like hacking their phones, making fake news about them up and so on.

Well, after a fake news that broke talking about how she was disappointed that he allegedly ask to meet other women he was obviously angry and made a story telling point blank he and she were never bf/gf and that they never got together which BTW is a lie but that's besides the point

After that people starting say incredibly abusive stuff about him, telling to k*ll himself, wishing that he'd die and all that horrific stuff.

Months have passed since that happened but another fake story broke that started the whole shit again, and yet again she didn't say anything, do anything and the only thing she did was let her fans know she was taking action but I know for a fact that isn't because of the hate he's been getting but ro save face.

I know for a fact they are in a situationship behind the scenes, but the more I think about it the angrier I get about the fact she knows most of her fans are doing this shit and still constantly interacts with them and tries to compare us (the known shippers with this sort of people).

And I know they are also in different places of their lived, which is fine, she just started her influencer career while he had an established career already, but I get this sinking feeling that she's just so comfortable in his love for her that's she's stringing him along even if she doesn't realize it yet.

Do I necessarily think she should say something to her piece of shit fans who keep haressing someone she once called her friend? I don't know, bur she's been constantly disappointing me for months now and I don't know if I'm exaggerating or not

Hi Anon, I read this a few times to try and give my honest perspective.

A and B sound like a young couple? Maybe age gap? You mentioned A was an influencer so I’m assuming she’s on the younger side?

Either way, it sounds like A is letting this fake drama carry on for attention? Some people thrive in drama because it keeps people talking about them. It could be A doesn’t know how to address it and is tired of everything so she’s letting it continue without addressing her fans? A might be scared of the hate coming towards her if she tells her fans to stop

Sounds like B doesn’t really like her if he denies being in a relationship with her? It sounds like they have an on and off again type relationship which is toxic. And her fans are fueling drama by not having any boundaries. B might be disappointed and angry with A, more hurt about the situation.

Unfortunately this is typical fandom drama.

So I would advise you to:

1. Slowly distance yourself from the fandom and drama to leave permanently. Since the TV show ended, the fandom will naturally die down anyways and the real shippers will remain.

2. Temporarily leave the fandom until the drama is over or A and B officially end their situationship so at least you have closure. Take a break mentally if you need to.

3. Maybe not the healthiest advice but find a new fixation. I’m serious. It’s easier said than done but put your energy into something else/ a different fandom

4. Accept that you no longer like A so her nonsense doesn’t disappoint you.

To me, you’re no longer a fan of hers and you’re sad / angry about it because you thought she was better than what she’s currently doing.

The disappointment will pass eventually. I don’t think you’re exaggerating - your feelings are very valid.

#my answers #off topic

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shield-and-sword · 8 months

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My Fandom Journey: Anime

I thought I'd make a little series talking about my various fandoms and my journey in them. I'm starting with a broader topic of anime, getting into more specific titles at a later post. I'll do a manga one next but my initial introduction into Japanese media was anime so I'll start here. This is gonna be a long rambly post btw.

When I was in the Philippines at a young age (I wanna say around 5 or 6 years old), me and my siblings started watching Digimon Adventures first, we literally watched all the episodes up until Digimon Tamers. We did watch western cartoons as well, we were lucky enough to have Sky so we had Disney, Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network. One of the reasons I think I liked anime was because it wasn't as overly stylized as cartoons, human designs and characterizations weren't overly exaggerated like in Hey Arnold or Rugrats for example, not to say I didn't enjoy those cartoons because I totally did up to a certain age. Also because anime tended to have overarching storylines and arcs for the most part, compared to the episodic nature of early western cartoons, I found myself focusing more on the story and wanting to watch every episode. Honestly I remember being glued to the screen while watching Digimon and always made sure I watched every episode and if I missed one then I'd catch the re-run that they aired on the weekend (I remembered the exact airing schedule of this damn series when I was a child). Whereas when I missed an episode of Spongebob Squarepants or Courage the Cowardly Dog I'd be fine about it.

Most animes that were aimed at kids were licensed and aired on local channels like GMA and ABS-CBN and were majority dubbed in tagalog but there were a few channels that aired anime in english dub so that's how I watched anime most of the time. I am glad though that they kept the original Japanese openings and ending songs for the Tagalog dub. (I loved Hunter X Hunter's Ohayou Opening, it was seriously the best)

Majority of the imported anime to the Philippines were mostly shonen (as far as I was aware anyway) so the other animes we watched after school were Slamdunk, Medabots, Yu-gi-oh, Beyblade, Hunter X Hunter, Yu Yu Hakusho, Flame of Recca and a few episodes of Rave Master and Case Closed/Detective Conan. Surprisingly we weren't that into Pokemon but we did watch majority of the early seasons (Can't remember which ones, but Brock and Misty were the entourage). I think we watched Zoids too but only a few epsiodes.

When we got a bit older but still children (I was around 9-11) we started watching animes that would be considered seinen such as Rurouni Kenshin, GetBackers, Saiyuki, Cowboy Bebop, Galaxy Angels, Ranma 1/2, and a mecha anime that for the life of me I cannot remember the title of (It might've been part of the Brave franchise??). I also occasionally watched You're Under Arrest and Lupin III. Anyway most of these were obviously more censored than the manga or original Japanese version but they were still definitely innapropriate for my age range. I still don't understand how we got away with watching Rurouni Kenshin as kids it was aired on a sky channel that wasn't aimed at kids so the violence wasn't that censored, I think it was the first subbed anime that I watched

There are also animes that I didn't really watch but I was aware of like Naruto, Dragon Ball (Sorry to the fans I never quite got into these two series), Outlaw Star, Ah My Goddess, Inuyasha, Baki the Grappler, Sailor Moon and Cardcaptor Sakura.

Side note there's also another anime that I can't remember the name of but I've been looking for it forever, It's an old sci-fi spaceship anime about a man going through a mid-life crisis and becomes isekai'd(?) into this spaceship where he plays the electric guitar to power the ship and fight. Does anyone know this anime???

After moving to New Zealand when I was 11 I got exposed to different genres outside the usual Shonen and Seinen I grew up on. My first shoujo anime was Ouran High School Host Club followed by Fruits Basket, which while they're not my favorites, they hold a special place in my heart. I do remember watching animes early morning on Sunday, I would wake up at like 6am to watch Megaman, Digimon Frontier and Tokyo Mew Mew (yeah... 4kids ver). After school they aired Yu-gi-oh GX, Shaman King,

How I watched Anime also changed from just seeing what was on TV, the internet was becoming more accessible in our family (we had dial-up at first) and there were also video rental stores as well as the usual ripped DVDs that we got from friends. There wasn't a lot of choices in rental stores but they always had a decent selection of anime films and that's how I got into Ghibli films, also I think I watched the Ghost in the Shell film and 10 Centimeters per Second. At this time I watched The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, Ao Hana, Hell Girl, xxxHolic, Mushishi, Death Note (early episodes), and Bleach (only until the end of Soul Soiety arc). You can kind of see from my selection here that I had a phase of mystery, supernatural anime.

I can't quite remember at around what point I transitioned to being manga only but once I came across the original source material of my favorite anime I stopped watching anime for the most part. There are notable exceptions, such as anime-only series like Psycho-pass and K, music related series like K-On! (I really wanted to hear the songs). Nowadays I'll read a manga or light novel (if translated) first then decide if it's worth it to watch the anime. I did that with Kuroko no Basket and Haikyuu! but I haven't done it recently. Basically if the anime has a manga as it's original source I'll choose that but if it's an original anime or a game-based, light novel based anime then I'll watch it.

This has been a loooong post. I'll do another one on my manga journey maybe tomorrow. This series essentially is just so I can word vomit about my fandoms because a lot of my friends don't share as many fandoms with me. If you've read until here then thanks for listening to me ramble.

Bye-bee~

#My Fandom Journey #Anime #essay?

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