#also i'm fairly sure i wasn't a girl in that dream so. much to think about

[nikatyler]

Currently mad at my brain for giving me a boyfriend in my dream...like hellooo, now I would like something this cute in real life, please

#also i'm fairly sure i wasn't a girl in that dream so. much to think about #actually no we're gonna block that out i refuse to question it now nope lol #i might try and create the boy in the sims later #usually when my brain is like you get a boyfriend in your dream #it just reuses the guy i was 'dating' in kindergarten. and briefly in elementary school #and then middle school. and then let's be real something could've happened in high school too lol #oh hey look i'm oversharing again oh no #anyway this time it gave me a brand new boy. i don't even know who he was #and yes i must've seen him before because that's how brains work but i just don't know him at all lol #nika rambles

[mariclerc]

A late teenage dream☆ | cl16

Summary: In where you confess to Charles that he is your first love ever and how much that embarrasses you.

Warning: Nothing, just fluff Charles and him being lovely and patient as always.

Author note: Hi guys! I had thought a lot about writing this, because I think that many of us will feel identified with this topic, I personally feel very identified and I ended up crying like a dumbass. I hope you like it!

It was a fairly quiet night, you were lying in bed a little sleepy with blankets around you, next to you was Charles, his hand rested around your waist and with his fingers he made some circles in the area. His eyes were closed and to you, he looked like a Greek god or something. You have been dating for at least a year and every day feels very special and amazing with him.

"Mhmm... Charlie? I can't sleep." you said a little sleepily.

Charles opens one eye, and rests his warm, sleepy gaze on you.

"Anything on your mind, amore?" he said with a little smile on his face.

"It's just... sometimes I think about, you know... About us," you say with some hesitation.

Charles hums, drawing you closer to him.

"What about us, honey?"

"How we are... How you're... everything." you say quietly as you look down.

He nuzzles your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

"Everything? In what way, my little dreamer?"

"You're my first everything." you say quietly.

Charles tenses slightly, his brow furrowing in concern.

"Your first...? What do you mean, cara mia?"

"Well... My first date, my first boyfriend, my first kiss.... You're... all of that, Charles." I said as I looked down to twiddle my fingers, feeling very embarrassed.

He pulls back, his eyes searching yours. You see a flicker of surprise, then something softer, something understanding.

"I never knew princess. I... I thought maybe you were with someone before me... I mean, you're so beautiful, so kind, radiant. I couldn't imagine..." he says with a slightly husky voice.

You nod, a shy smile gracing your lips. "I've never had a date in high school. Guys just...didn't see me, I guess... Or maybe I was the one who didn't see them... Maybe I was a little shy and that's why I hid from the romantic scene." Your voice dips a little. "I used to think there was something wrong with me, you know? That I wasn't enough for anyone." You said as you looked away embarrassed, trying to ignore his soft gaze.

He cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear that escapes your eye. And the truth is that you were always the "spectator but never protagonist" type of girl, you always looked at your friends going out on dates, having their first kiss and they even told you the most intimate things about their relationships, somehow that made you question if there was something wrong with you and why no one ever asked you out on a date when you were 16.

"Never say that again baby! You are perfect, just as you are. And I'm so grateful you chose me, that I get the chance to be your first... I promise you, amore, I'll be sure it's the best fucking teenage dream you'll ever have." he said tenderly.

"You already have, Charles. Every touch, every smile... it's magic." you say while your eyes were shining.

He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It's slow, gentle, filled with a sweetness that makes your heart soar. As you melt into his embrace, you know he's right. This isn't just any relationship; it's a love story written in stolen glances, whispered promises, and the gentle unfolding of a first love.

You started to think for a few moments while he was kissing you... Is this how your friends felt about their boyfriends when they were 16? Did they have that tingling sensation through their veins every time they looked at them? Every time their boyfriends looked at them like Charles looks at you? Chances are, they were also feeling like you are doing right now, and even though your teenage love didn't come just when it was supposed to happen, it came at the perfect time for you! You really liked the idea that Charles was the right one for this experience. And somehow, at 23, it feels like the most perfect teenage dream come true.

As you pull away, a breathless laugh escapes your lips. "You were right," you say with a big smile. "This is better than any teenage dream I could've imagined."

Charles smiles, his eyes mirroring your own joy. "Good," he says, pulling you close again. "Because this is just the beginning, baby. Our very own love story."

And as he kisses you again, the lines between a teenage dream and real love begin to blur. This is your first love, but it's also a love story that transcends age and experience. It's a love that feels like coming home, a love that promises forever, and a love that you know, in your heart, will be worth every wait... It may have arrived a little later than expected, but it was worth every second of the wait.

#charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x you #formula one x reader #charles x reader

[chiffiorra]

╰┈➤ Leave Scars

➜ Synopsis: Sure you left his life more than a decade ago, but he'd never forget one of the few people who cared about him.

➜ Pairings: Platonic!Haruchiyo Sanzu x fem!reader, minor Takeomi Akashi x reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: Manga spoilers, Sanzu's POV for the most part, reader is Takeomi's ex, reader is also a better sibling to Sanzu than Takeomi lmao, minor blood and gore (it's Sanzu c'mon now)

➜ WC: 3,345

➜ Note: woah, this is my longest fic so far. listen he may not be one of my faves, but sanzu deserves so much better even if he has to go through some pain ok? :') the jumps to advance the story may seem weird so apologies. this is also my first time writing for him, i hope i did him justice in a way <3

➜ Songs as Inspiration: Static X - All These Years, The Birthday Massacre - Forever, Epica - Storm The Sorrow

➜ Also Posted on Ao3: here

You met Takeomi Akashi during your first year in high school. Even then, he was fairly known for being a troublemaking delinquent. Granted, he wasn't as well known as his friend Shinichiro Sano, but his name was still enough to put fear into people's hearts.

And yet, you caught his attention somehow. You, the type who minded her business and never was the one to pay attention to drama nor listen to any rumors, had him fall for you. Luckily for him you felt the same and it was enough for him to nab you before Shinichiro even had the chance to ask you out.

Sanzu could remember like it was yesterday when Takeomi brought you over to see his place and introduce you to him and Senju. By then, it had been a year since you and his brother dated.

After nagging Takeomi for so long on meeting his family, he finally caved in and took you to meet them. When you stepped in, you were not expecting to already come across the two younger siblings he told you about countless times. Both of the children were sitting in the living room staring up at you curiously, having paused their playtime.

"Oh!" You exclaimed in surprise. "Are these your siblings?" You asked. You were surprised that they were supposedly not twins as Takeomi said, they looked very similar to each other.

"Yep. This is Haruchiyo, and this is Senju," Takeomi answered, pointing at the boy and girl respectively.

Haruchiyo and Senju still stared at you quietly as you knelt down to their level and introduced yourself to them.

"I'm your brother's girlfriend," you added, smiling. They didn't seem to react to that at all, besides blinking at you.

"Don't worry, they'll get used to you eventually. In fact, why don't we start getting to that right now?" Takeomi said, ruffling your hair. "I gotta go attend a Black Dragons meeting, and you, my sweet beautiful girlfriend, are on babysitting duty!"

Your jaw dropped in shock, the audacity of this man astounded you. "Takeomi, are you kidding me?! Your brother and sister don't know me, why do you think it's a good idea to leave them alone with someone who is a stranger to them?" You exclaimed, standing back up to your feet.

He laughed as he ran out the door and hopped onto his motorcycle before you could even chase after him.

You sighed, running a hand down your face. You couldn't believe that he thought that this was a good idea. As you looked down at the pinkettes, they were also up on their feet, still looking up at you.

. . .

When he came back home, Takeomi did not expect to see both of his siblings sleeping in your arms while the TV still aired some children's show in the background, the TV being the only lighting in the otherwise dark room.

He found you leaning back against the couch, holding both Haruchiyo and Senju's sleeping forms close to you. Haruchiyo was on your left side, his head right up against your heart as he slept, light snoring could be heard from him. Senju was on your right, her hand clinging tightly to your shirt even while she dreamed away.

You were close to sleeping as well, now wide awake as your boyfriend came back. As he watched the scene with confusion, you smiled sheepishly in return.

"I didn't want to wake them up. It all started with them sitting in my lap and they grew tired," you explained.

Takeomi rolled his eyes but he was not frowning. In fact he was happy, happy that his siblings had taken a liking to you already. He smiled as he grabbed the polaroid camera and took a few photographs of you smiling while cuddling his sleeping siblings.

This was just the beginning of his brother and sister seeing you as the big sister they never had. And it sure would bite him back in the ass later on when Haruchiyo and Senju would soon prefer you over him weeks later.

Takeomi rubbed the sides of his forehead and sighed as he watched the scene in front of him. He could feel a headache coming. One sibling was hugging onto one side of you while the other did the same to the other side. Both siblings frowned up at their older brother.

"Haruchiyo, Senju, she has to go home. She can't stay here forever," Takeomi said, exasperated.

"Yes, she can." "Why not?" Both said at the same time. He could sigh again and shook his head as you laughed and ruffled their foreheads.

"I'll come back tomorrow, okay? Don't worry!" You reassured them as they only hugged you tighter in response. Takeomi was just very appalled at what was going on in front of him.

As the two got to know you more, they only grew to love you more than words could ever describe, especially Haruchiyo. He loved it when you would let him greet you with a hug, and he loved it when you would let him or Senju interrupt your time with Takeomi. Like interrupting your makeout sessions with him by squeezing between you two and demanding more forehead kisses, even though it was mainly Senju who did that. Or letting him rest his head on your lap during movie nights when he should've been in bed. His brother was never pleased with all the cockblocking both of them did, but he did his best to deal with it.

He especially loved it when you defended him against any complaint that his brother made or any fault that was placed onto him for the littlest things. It was always him, never Senju, who took the blame.

It was always him. Never. Fucking. Senju.

You met Mikey, Emma, and Baji later on and they would soon grow attached to you too, also seeing you as a sibling figure. It was to the point where Mikey once complained to Shinichiro that you always hung out at the Akashi residence, much to the laughter of the latter.

Throughout holidays and birthdays, Haruchiyo naively thought that you would stay in their life forever but unfortunately all good things came to an end.

Three years after you and Takeomi were together, two after meeting him and Senju, the worst happened.

You and Takeomi broke up.

Sure it was a mutual breakup for whatever reason he could care less about even to this day, but the one he cared about, other than Mikey and Baji, left him.

And a week later, he earned his scars and tried to smile and laugh through the pain as ordered to. That was also the day he dropped his old surname "Akashi" and decided to go by "Sanzu" instead. Sometimes the memory of that day still made his skin crawl, but he would never admit it to anyone.

A lot proceeded to happen over the years as well, sometimes it felt like time was passing by way too fast for Sanzu's eyes. Shinichiro passed on, Baji passed on, he followed Mucho to Tenjiku only to repay him for his treachery in the worst way possible later on, Emma passed on, so much had happened that it was sometimes difficult to keep track of.

After so many years of being Mikey's right hand man, he followed his king down into a much darker path that he should've turned back from a long time ago but refused to do so.

Which led him to his current position now: Number Two of Bonten, the Loyal Mad Dog. No subordinate dared to mess with him nor make him angry. Unless they were the Haitani brothers, now those two usually found a way to get under his skin without fear.

As years went by since Bonten's formation, Sanzu had made quite a name for himself amongst the crime underground and people often shook in fear at the sight of him, which pleased him. He wanted people to fear him as much as they would of Mikey; if he were to kill, he'd rather be the last face they saw as they drew their last breath. This of course had happened many times, mind you, but he never got tired of it.

One day would put his usual routine to a halt though thanks to a discovery he made.

It all started on a dull morning: wake up, get dressed, arrive to work, walk past the others with a grunt as a greeting, and head to his office. As he passed Takeomi's office, he saw something on the ground right in front of the door. The door was closed, which meant that the latter was out or was in his office and dropped it.

As Sanzu leaned down to get a closer look, it was a small photograph. As he picked it up and flipped it to the other side, his heart dropped.

It wasn't just any picture, no; it was a picture of you, him, and Senju! From the first day you met and babysat them, they had fallen asleep on you after a long day of playtime and getting to know each other.

Sanzu held his breath as he got up and ran his fingers over the photo, he hadn't seen this one in forever. But yet, it was nice to see that shithead kept a nice memory and never forgot about you, because the former certainly didn't.

What are you up to nowadays? Were you still living around the area? Did you meet someone new?

Were you still alive?

He didn't want to think about the last question too much. As he hurried to his office, he had to find any info about you to see if you were still okay after all these years. He just had to know if one of the very few people he cared about in the world was doing well.

Unfortunately, he never had time to do so during the day so since his schedule was filled with running errands plus the Haitanis doing their daily dose of annoying him to the core. While he was doing research after almost everyone in the building left, he found out that you were indeed alive, much to his happiness. Sanzu also found out that you were married with two children and lived in a much smaller town and worked in a well paying job.

As he found out more and more about you and catching up on what you've been doing over the years, someone opened the door to his office and barged in.

As Sanzu was about to reach for his gun that was hidden in one of the desk drawers, because how dare someone stride in without knocking like they damn well own the place, he looked up and saw Takeomi. Out of all the others, it had to be his least favorite person. His brother.

Or rather, someone who used to be his brother. He disowned both the older and Senju a long time ago as siblings and considered himself an only child. As the two men stared each other down, Sanzu could only sneer at him.

"The hell are you doing here?" He demanded, still having half the mind to consider whether the gun was worth it or not.

Takeomi only stared down at him, "I know you have it. Give it back," he responded. He held out his hand as he said so.

The right hand man of Bonten's leader could say something else to add fuel to the flame as per usual, but he chose not to. He had a more important task to focus on after all, and he'd prefer if his used-to-be brother wasn't in the same room with him.

While still staring at him dead in the eyes, Sanzu flung the photo back at the advisor of Bonten, hitting the other man square in the chest. Takeomi could only let out a "tsk" as he put said photo in his pocket and walked away.

"She was a better sibling to me than you."

That jab made Takeomi pause in his steps, he had a slightly surprised look on his face though Sanzu could not see it. Shaking his head, he chose to keep walking instead of saying anything back.

'He couldn't handle the truth,' Sanzu mused as he continued writing down everything he learned. He now had all of your information and a fleeting thought in his mind was even telling him to visit you. Problem is…

Would you be horrified with how he turned out over the years? There was only one way he could find out for himself.

. . .

He would get that answer a month later when he finally worked up the courage to pay you a visit. He had your and your spouse's schedules memorized so he knew they wouldn't be home, same with your children. Sure his time was limited for an hour or two, but that was all he needed to catch up.

However, Sanzu still had one obstacle in the way: his scars. To fix that, he did the one thing that he hasn't done since he was a teenager, cover them up with a face mask.

Wearing a black hoodie and sweats to blend in with the crowd, he raised his hand to ring your doorbell and waited patiently for you to answer. He didn't even notice his hands were shaking when he rested one of them against the door. Was he that nervous? That word hasn't been in his vocabulary in years.

Haruchiyo Sanzu was never nervous about anything. So why was he acting this way now? Maybe-

The door opened and he held his breath. There you were, staring back at him curiously and almost in fear as your head peered out.

As you were just about ready to shut the door on his face, he held his hand up to stop you, "Wait. Please hear me out."

The word "please" sounded so strange coming out of his mouth as he rarely ever said it in his lifetime, but that wasn't important right now.

"I- I missed you. I wanted to see you for so long after you left," he said.

You only stared back as confusion completely took over the fear, "What do you mean? Who are you?" You asked.

This was it. Sanzu didn't remove his mask just yet but he did put down the hood, and your eyes widened. The pink hair, the blue eyes, you only knew one person like that. There was no way that it could be-

Then when he quietly reached into his pocket and showed you the photo that he stole from Takeomi again, something finally clicked.

"Haru?" You whispered, slowly opening the door more. Even under the mask, it was really him, the sweet little boy you knew so long ago. You were truly shocked, not expecting such a visit from a blast in the past.

He smiled in response. You couldn't see under the mask, but you could see it in the way his eyes crinkled. Just like when he was younger.

As you wrapped him in a big hug and urged him inside, your mood was now brightened. You began asking how he was doing, and he did his best to answer. Of course, avoiding all of the details about him being in Bonten. There was still a lot of mystery surrounding the gang and its members so perhaps he didn't have to worry too much, unless you were going to poke and prod him for more answers about him.

When you led him inside, he finally got a good look at you entirely. You looked almost exactly the same as you did years ago except more mature. But you were still you, the same woman who had a big heart.

"Haru, I want to ask you… how come you're wearing a mask? Are you hiding something?" You joked, giggling. You didn't realize that you weren't far off from that statement and stopped laughing when you realized he wasn't looking too happy, almost upset with himself.

"You would be disgusted," he responded.

"I would never," you immediately said back, confused as to why he would even insinuate such a thing.

As he stood in the middle of the living room, staring down at his hands, you quietly approached him and placed yours over his. "Haruchiyo, listen to me. I couldn't hate you then, and I couldn't hate you now either. May I see you? Please?" You asked.

What the hell, he could never say no to you even now. With his hands shaking again, he reached for his mask and slowly took it off. As he looked back at you, he saw your horrified look before your hands touched his face gently; covering his scars. He found himself leaning into your touch.

"Oh my- Haru… who did this to you?" You asking the question was even hard to say. You were unable to comprehend who could do such a thing to him.

"It… It was…"

Who did this to him? Should he even answer that? He knew you loved Mikey too so long ago, if he told you, you would definitely hate the latter for what he did that day. It was truly a misfortune that it happened after you broke up with Takeomi, but it was better to not tell the whole truth.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It happened so long ago," he finally said after a few seconds of silence. You looked sad that he chose to avoid the question, but understood as it seemed like a sore topic.

As you ran your thumb over one of the scars, you said something that chilled him, "So you're one of them, huh? There was a leak on the internet that was quickly deleted of a guy that looked similar to you."

He couldn't respond as he froze. Did this mean that you hated him now? No, no, no. He really didn't want you to hate him-

"I have nothing against you. I don't know what happened over the years, but I won't judge and I won't tell no one. You have my word."

"I'm a monster-"

"Stop. Monster or not, no matter what, you will still be my honorary little brother, okay?" You said, smiling.

Your eyes told the whole truth. At this point in his life, Sanzu could tell who was lying or not. You always have to figure out who's truthful or not when it comes to being in the most infamous and dangerous gang in all of Japan.

He couldn't take it anymore.

With that, he fell into your arms and started sobbing as he held you close to him. You didn't hate him, you never hated him, and he was relieved beyond comprehension.

Right now he was not Haruchiyo Sanzu, he was not Bonten's Number Two, he was not the Loyal Mad Dog, he was not the right hand man of Manjiro Sano.

Here he was just Haruchiyo or "Haru", and here he could crave the attention that he and Senju always sought from you when they were little.

He could care less whether anyone else thought of him as a monster, that was what he wanted after all. But with you? Never you. He didn't want you to fear him like many would.

Perhaps, and emphasis on perhaps, this home could be a bit of a small safe space for him. He wouldn't ever tell the others, except maybe Mikey if he asked, you did love Mikey too. But he sure as hell wasn't ever gonna spill anything to Takeomi. In his mind, he could reluctantly thank him for having a small hand in finding you, but like hell he would ever let him find out about him meeting up with you.

Before long, his hour was almost up and it was time for him to go. As you two gave your tearful goodbyes, Sanzu decided:

Yes, this was going to a place for him to get away whenever he needed it.

#candy uploads 🍭 #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #haruchiyo sanzu and reader #platonic reader

[13eyond13]

In your reply about how L is written without a lot of inner world for lack of a better term, I totally agree. I think L is genuinely a hard character to write because he's both an enigma and highly specific in his mannerisms and speech. It's easy to both go really overboard with how he's strange and off putting and at the same time under write him as a person with ideas and desires. When I see L being essentially written to revolve around Light as either his gay awakening/nemesis/boyfriend/ force that shakes up his life I call it the inverse of a manic pixie dream girl. Depressed Goblin Nightmare Boy L who doesn't really want anything except Light and who exists to do something for Light's character growth. I personally love when fics take the time to give him a past, and a life outside of Light and expands on him as a person and not just a detective. This is a long ramble but anyway, do you have any head canons about L's past?

Depressed Goblin Nightmare Boy ahahaha so true

I think part of the issue that shippy fic writers might run into with L is kind of also that he's not the focus of the source material in terms of like. Having a character arc that needs to be satisfied somehow, really? It's not about L having an emotional journey because it's about Light having one, and L is almost more fun in some ways when he DOESN'T change a whole lot as a character (he's fairly iconic in how stubborn and arrogant and seemingly unmoveable he already is). He's there mostly to oppose Light and make things really difficult for him, as well as to represent things in the story that come up as part of the themes and ideas and whatnot - an equal/intellectual rival that Light can actually feel threatened by and come to respect, a person who already reached the peak of power for his job of bringing criminals to justice and yet does so without necessarily adhering to any sort of noble ideals or worrying about whether or not he's being moral or a hypocrite of some kind, etc etc etc. And a lot of the appeal of his character in canon can also be how vague and cryptic and difficult to fully know he is as well, hahaha. So you're right, he's pretty difficult to fully flesh out in terms of his life outside the Kira case and so on, especially if you don't find him easy to intuitively read.

In terms of headcanons about his past, I feel almost as though it might not be totally set in stone and change a bit for me just depending on what kind of fic I was writing? I might give him certain life experiences and memories and beliefs and so on that would serve a certain purpose in the story, like contrast or parallel things that Light has experienced or believes in or whatever else. So unless I have a specific story in mind I'm not sure I have a ton of them that I'd stick to absolutely no matter what.

However the broad strokes of things we were told about L's past and childhood in the one-shots do make for decent scaffolding to work from for L to me. Like I DO think he probably made himself useful and interesting to Watari at a young age with his smarts, and that he never quite knows if he would have been taken care of or protected or had his needs met properly if he wasn't exceptionally talented in some way, which would definitely be kind of fucked up for him emotionally to dwell on a bunch. I headcanon that he doesn't really like to dwell on the past or the future a whole lot maybe in part because he finds it pretty depressing stuff to contemplate, and that living in the moment is by far his favourite thing to do.

And I for some reason feel like he isn't maybe an orphan in the sense that he has no living relatives left so much as maybe that he was given up or abandoned by them at an early age or taken away from a rough/abusive home life of some sort, and maybe was thought of as much too difficult to care for by them. I think the tension between L's extreme and more difficult traits being both his biggest asset and thing people admire about him most, and also the thing that causes him the most alienation and trouble in his life, or his own belief/understanding that this is the case, might for me be the most interesting stuff to explore more thoroughly with him.

#l lawliet #ask #starlightinthewild #lawlight #p

[calunalilly]

Questions for Writers

Haven't done one of these ever so... here we go :D Thanks for the tag @riversofmars

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

128

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,815,281

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Last Tango in Halifax

Doctor Who

Happy Valley

Collateral

As long as we have Nicola Walker and/or Sarah Lancashire I'm there!

Some of the others include:

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

These Are The Days Of Our Lives - a series of Last Tango in Halifax fics based on prompts from Tumblr, these were meant to be one shots but found myself weaving it all together int oa bigger story!

The Story - my canon companion to Last Tango - weaving things around the canon with no divergence to make it a love story - this was bloody hard!!!

More Time, More Life, More Feeling - another Last Tango, and probably one of my favourites - I still read this fairly often like a little comfort blanket haha.

The Big L.  - my very first outing with Last Tango. I still love this story even though I look back at it and cringe a little giving it was the first thing I ever wrote, but it means a lot to me.

Fall On Me  - a collab that I did with @question-of-perception that explores things from a different perspective for Last Tango!

I've actually written far more for DW than LTIH but you wouldn't know it!

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course! Each and every one, it's so lovely when I get them and I get so excited!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm definitely a happy endings girl and I can't stand it when things don't work out, so this is hard... Maybe

Between the Eyes  because it wasn't an immediate resolution?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hahah all of them have happy endings! I would probably have to say

New Day Coming  for DW, perhaps, although love the one for What Christmas Means To Me  as well. In terms of Last Tango in Halifax, probably The Big L.  because I was so determined to give them their happy ending, its fluffy mcfluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully no, I would definitely cry hahah.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Um. Yes. Probably too much, but its a public service, right? RIGHT?!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, all the time! My maddest one is probably Call It Dreaming which is a crossover between DW/Last Tango/Happy Valley/Collateral and also has some Stranger Things elements... That was madness, haha.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! Hope it stays that way...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I feel like I'm some kind of co-writing slut, hahaha. Yes. With @riversofmars, @question-of-perception, @mrskeeleyhawes, @meluisart, @pocketofpencils and also with some of the folks over at the Hebden Bridge Discord Server. I really enjoy it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

It's a close toss up between Caroline Mckenzie Dawson/Gillian Greenwood and Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmm... I've got a lot of ideas for different things that I make notes on and a few WIPS, but I'm sure I will come back to them eventually!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Maybe dialogue? To be honest I don't really know, I just go for it and hope for the best hahaha.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel that sometimes I fall back on the same language/phrasing for things and I annoy myself, and always think it's super noticeable in my writing!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have the odd bit where there is a point but otherwise CBA. I don't speak any other languages haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Last Tango in Halifax.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Whyyyyy do I have to choose just one?! I love More Time, More Life, More Feeling for Last Tango, Interstellar for DW (the middle section is probably, in my head, one of the better bits of writing I've done), Danger Zone because Top Gun AU makes me die, and also Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost  with @riversofmars because Lord of the Rings was the first fic that I ever read way back when I was an angsty teen fangirl. Hah.

Tagging some people I think might be interested but anyone who sees this and fancies it, please fell free! @katiedingo @meluisart @ultramassivecollectorcupcakeblr @pocketofpencils @darkbloomiana

#questions #fic writers #fic writing

[coraniaid]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks to @isagrimorie for the tag!

1 How many works do you have on Ao3?

14

2 What's your total Ao3 word count?

452,732

3 What fandoms do you write for?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and technically Angel, I suppose, but not really), Mass Effect (but not recently)

I've also tried writing some Avatar: The Last Airbender and Farscape and Person of Interest works over the years, but nothing that I've finished yet.

4 What are your top five fics by kudos?

Coexist: Season 3 Buffy AU in which it was Giles, and not Jenny, who was murdered by Angelus in Season 2 [27 chapters; 277,084 words; various POVs but mostly alternating Buffy/Faith]

Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard: Season 4 Buffy AU in which Faith wakes up from her coma having forgotten about killing Allan Finch and everyting that happened afterwards [one shot; 16,904 words; Buffy POV]

Together: Season 3 Buffy AU in which the Homecoming Dance goes a bit differently [one shot; 2,711 words; Faith POV]

Done: post-canon Buffy fic set a few years after the end of Season 7, with Buffy having mostly stepped back from being an active Slayer [one shot; 4,312 words; Buffy POV]

Mixed Signals: post-canon Buffy fic looking at Faith's changing relationship with Buffy since first meeting her [one shot; 4,919 words; Faith POV]

5 Do you respond to comments?

Not often or promptly enough. I try though: I really do appreciate the comments I get a lot.

6 What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Think this is a toss-up between two different canon-compliant Faith POV one-shots: One Girl In All The World and Calling.

7 What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Together is the happiest and fluffiest thing I can imagine ever writing.

8 Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think so? None that I can remember anyway. (I do use the block and mute features on Ao3 though, so maybe I'm just blissfully ignorant.)

9 Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Just don't have the talent for it.

10 Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I don't have any published crossovers but I do have very vague ideas for a Buffy/Farscape crossover that I sometimes play around with in my mind. (Largely inspired by the joke of taking the couple of times Crichton makes references to 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' which his crewmates don't get, and pretending that they're right to assume he's talking about a person he knows rather than a TV show he used to watch.)

11 Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge (and honestly I'm not sure I'd want to know if I had?).

12 Have you ever had a fic translated?

If I have I don't know about it (and I would love to know if I did!).

13 Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I think it might be fun, but I'd probably have to change the way I write a lot.

14 What's your all time favorite ship?

Moya!

I mean, look at her!

(Oh, okay, it's Buffy/Faith, if that wasn't obvious.)

15 What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to finish either of my uncompleted Mass Effect fics (the first and longest, Residuum, is actually fully planned out and has been for years: I just got stuck on writing a particular chapter and never managed to come back to it; I had a fairly detailed plan for Night Winds in Nos Astra when I posted the first chapter but then I decided I hated it and never figured out how to fix it.)

16 What are your writing strengths?

Dream sequences. Internal monologues. Foreshadowing. Planning. Quoting bits of canon back at the reader in hopefully interesting ways. Hopefully getting the characters' voices sounding reasonably accurate.

17 What are your writing weaknesses?

Deadlines. Brevity. Physical descriptions. Titles.

18 Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't really thought about it much before, honestly.

19 First fandom you wrote for?

Mass Effect is the first fandom I submitted anything for anywhere online. I wrote some Avatar: The Last Airbender fic before that though (a long Azula POV AU that I would kind of like to come back to one day, though I'd probably have to rewrite it from scratch).

20 Favorite fic you've written

Realistically, I think popular consensus must be correct that Coexist is the best thing I've ever written (though I sometimes wish I'd spent more than a minute thinking up a title). It's definitely the work I'm proudest of, and I think it contains some of my best writing (and ... well, most of my writing, based on the numbers I just posted). But I have a bit of a soft spot for some of my earlier Mass Effect fics, which aren't incredibly polished but I learned a lot from working on, and for Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard as well.

Tagging: @juanabaloo @beatriceeverytuesday @explosionshark @bodytoflame-ao3 and anyone else who wants to do this.

#fanfic #tag games

[gaytotaldrama]

gwens nonbinary crisis

hi i'm sorry this is so late! i've been pretty sick this week and then i started writing this and lost all my progress when my computer crashed </3 hope u enjoy

also on my ao3!

When they were dating, Duncan used to call Gwen my girl. She'd let him do it without complaint, resolutely ignoring the feeling that he only used it as it was a less exciting alternative to Princess. Gwen's never been much of one of those, so it's not like the nickname would have worked for her in the first place at all - but she never loved my girl, either.

Trent had called her babe, which was basic and cliché and, overall, more welcome. Maybe a part of Gwen had always wanted, loath as she was to admit it, for a boy to smile and tell her she drove him crazy. It would have been direct. A sign she really wasn't on her own any longer. But now, even though Total Drama is done and Duncan's in jail and Gwen is finished with it all - she still feels off-kilter. Unbalanced. Wrong.

She's not part of her cousin's wedding party. She and Stella have never quite gotten along the best out of everyone in the Kaczmarek extended family. Stella was Prom Queen; Gwen stayed home. Stella led the volleyball team; Gwen stayed in the shadows. Stella, the perfect movie star looker that she was, never got famous; Gwen did, and wishes she hadn't.

She'd love to skip out on the wedding entirely, but that would be sure to prove more trouble than it would be worth, having her whole family all pissed at her. So Gwen resigns herself to going, rents an AirBnB on the North Carolina coast just a few miles from the beach where the wedding will be held. The beach - Gwen would rather Stella be marrying this weirdo boot Marine guy in your stereotypical Christian chapel, as long as it meant Gwen wouldn't get sand blown in her eyes and spend an hour trying to forget the crackle of Trent's voice on the walkie, inside the small glass box.

But, she supposes, only slightly scornfully, it isn't her wedding.

The ceremony itself goes fine. In all honesty, she doesn't pay it much attention. When the newlyweds kiss, she claps. When the party begins to relocate to the reception hall, Gwen quietly migrates with them. She's already been made to talk about Total Drama to about fifty odd relatives, their reactions ranging from genuinely interested to sniffily labeling Gwen as a slut. At the afterparty, she drinks heavily and wakes up back in her AirBnB the next morning, head splitting in two and left wondering which poor bastard took it upon themself to see her safely home.

Her flight's in a few hours. Time to get the hell out of dodge, get the hell out of the States, go back home to her studio full of paint splatters and sketchbooks full of old dreams. Instead, on a whim, she extends her time with the rental car. Intent on finding someplace where she can just have a moment of her own time to think and breathe, Gwen heads to the west, unsure exactly of where it is she's going. When she sees the rolling Appalachians through her windshield, she might gain some semblance of an idea.

No food, no firewood. Not even so much as a sleeping bag, but still Gwen rents the cabin. She can worry about the essentials later; right now, she's too busy gazing off the mountain into the valley of gold below. 

The air smells fresh. A strange, secret part of her finds familiarity in the cabin and its wilderness furniture. She sits out on the front porch, feels the crisp autumn air nip at the tips of her ears, her nose. The dead leaves rustle softly against each other in the breeze. Somewhere, not too far off, a stream babbles.

Gwen should visit Duncan in jail. Gwen should shoot Trent a quick text, or something, see how the guy is holding up. She should check in with Courtney, too, while she's at it. Make sure she's all right.

Instead, Gwen simply breathes. In and out, in and out. Centers herself. Closes her eyes. Thinks.

After opening them to drink their fill of southern sunset, Gwen's fairly certain they've got the inklings of an idea about something important beginning to blossom in their mind.

#td gwen #td #my writing #total drama fanfiction

[bitnaeri]

hello ! this is bitnaeri (or naeri, for short). she's a material girl !! i've written (a version of) her in the past, so if she seems familiar, that could be why !! please like this post / dm me if you read through my intro and would like to plot !!

profile / wanted plots

note: friends often call her naeri as a nickname, but bitnaeri is still her name so it’s not like she doesn’t use it.

jo bitnaeri grows up in pyeongchang ( mostly known for its ski slopes, sheep farms, and hosting the 2018 winter olympics ). her mother was a florist, her father worked in a food company ( think: bibigo, samyang, nongshim ), and they lived a humble and comfortable life.

until, of course, her father got a promotion and they uprooted their lives to move to seoul.

in middle school (pyeongchang) she had a little bit .. of what i'd call a version of "eighth grade syndrome". it wasn't that she believed in ghosts or that she had superpowers or anything like that — but she believed that she'd one day become famous. she'd imitate her favorite idols, dress up as her favorite celebrities (with all the budget and diy finesse of a middle schooler), and believe herself to be the center of the universe. and became an outcast in school for it.

so high school was a much-needed fresh start for bitnaeri, who moved to seoul shortly before her freshman year. she lacked the built-in middle school and elementary school connections most of her peers at shinhwa had — but she took it as an opportunity to reinvent herself.

just like anyone else, in high school, naeri was desperate to be liked while trying to be (and find) herself. she toed the line between being not-too-friendly (so as to not seem like an easy target) and not-too-cold (so as to not end up friendless).

but she did wrap herself in more than just a few white lies to fit in. her lack of designer was due to her protesting the companies for still using fur in their designs. her diy earrings she made herself were bought from an artisan in a small coastal city in italy. her printed scarf was designed by an art student she personally knew who was studying abroad in nyc. and of course, there was that pesky habit of going into other people’s homes and pretending their stuff was her own.. somehow, these lies worked a little better when everyone around her was rich with crazy lives.

personality-wise, she was confident and unapologetically herself, especially from an outside point of view (she had to be, to pull off her more eclectic fashion sense). clever enough to be funny at times, had good-not-great grades, and didn’t get in too much trouble. slightly too shrewd/fox-like to be universally likeable. i don’t see her as someone who would have been a complete social outcast in high school (much too calculating and socially aware to ever let it get to that point a second time), but she might have had a bully or two and was definitely not at the top of the social pyramid. might have been a bit of a social climber, though she definitely knew when to stop (lest she be stung by a queen bee 😔). but i’m keeping this relatively loose/stc to leave room for plotting !!

she also started up a semi-popular ig account in high school where she posted daily outfits and fashion inspo, which slowly but surely racked up followers. now, with the addition of a youtube account, she's a fairly well-known fashion and makeup influencer. i'm modeling her career and social media persona to be something between song jia (without the single's inferno fame) and mincarong — so your rich, confident older sister here to tell you all the insider secrets on the latest makeup and fashion trends, living the life you wish you had.

she now makes her own wealth, and the faux confidence she used to wear as a security blanket is a lot more real now. she's at the peak of her life and her career, with a few makeup product collaborations under her belt and tentative plans to launch her own fashion line (her ultimate dream). it would be a shame if something were to happen to her reputation 👀

just a reminder to scroll up to the top for the link to her wanted plots !! i also love to brainstorm, so no worries if nothing catches your eye. feel free to dm me for my discord too ;)

#revintro #// drafted this last night and am posting it from mobile!! if any formatting looks off #// still out of the house with a dying phone so i might be slow to reply 😭 just a heads up

[deeplyunnerving]

Finally had a Byler Dream™ (is that a rite of passage at this point?) and I woke myself up by being too excited to jump on tumblr and gloat about it before I even finished the episode... So in that spirit I'm going to share the dream with y'all because it was very intense. I've edited slightly for clarity bc dream logic, but don't take this as fanfiction or headcanon or anything cuz it does NOT actually make any canonical sense.

It started with some promotional material they had which we were trying to analyze. It was only in very blurry subtitles/some flash of Mike's internal landscape via the upside down that showed him being anxious abt his feelings towards Eddie for some reason, like showing he had a crush/need for approval from him. I managed to find some screencap that was more clear and seemed to be someone telling Mike something about taking pride in himself so I was like "oh that's 100% gay" and trying to post about it but it got removed because it was too much of a spoiler they'd accidentally released.

Then suddenly they had dropped the next episode of Stranger Things, out of the blue basically. I was watching it with a group of people and I'm pretty sure there was more than just the Byler but tbh that was the only part my brain tuned in on.

It went like this- Mike was paired off with Steve and Robin, and they had all gone to this strange facility to find something but were now stuck in the upside down. They had figured out that very intense emotions could re-open gates to escape the Upside Down, so they were sitting together trying to come up with memories they had that could help them. They went around, with Robin/Steve not being able to think of something quite strong enough even though they had some intense stuff. When it got to Mike, he said something about his feelings for a girl (for some reason it wasn't El, just a petty crush). Robin suddenly goes "come on, you're going to pull that straight romance shit here?". Mike is confused, Robin asks Steve to back her up but he sort of chimes in like "C'mon, I don't want to do that like this." Robin goes ahead anyways, and says "yeah, I bet all we'd have to do is to get you to read out your diary and the portal would start opening, there's gotta be some intense emotions in there all about Will". She's slightly mocking, she's pissed about being stuck in the UD/doesn't feel positively about Mike. Mike is still insistent he doesn't know what she's talking about although he's starting to get uncomfortable. Robin says that it's fairly obvious, finally gets Steve to back her up so he chimes in like "as a kind of surrogate big brother to all you kids, I've had to see the relationship between you two over the years... At first maybe it was just friendship, and maybe you could brush it off as Will feeling a certain way, but I've also seen you", and then it starts showing this montage thing of Mike/Will. It also does show Mike having a crush on Eddie to show it isn't just coming from Will. He goes on "it's your choice if you want to make it platonic, but you've been doing this to this poor boy for years, I hoped you knew what you were doing because I don't want to see Will get hurt". (He's taking on the role of Jonathan a bit here as well as Eddie in a way, apparently my brain can't tell the difference between brotherly older dudes with long hair). Mike is starting to realize now, freaking out, a sort of wind picks up around them/electricity is crackling and shit. He did know about his feelings, but he's freaking out about the idea of them being obvious to others and at the thought of confronting them, especially of telling Will.

Robin comes in a little more gently, maybe regretting how she had acted, saying something like "I know it's scary but you can't just keep running from it. You're the only one who can do this, you have to take some pride in yourself" (or something a little more heartfelt probably). Mike still pushes them both away, he's sort of sobbing at this point, and finally cracks start forming and a portal tears open. They manage to all get through the portal, back into the regular world, and somehow meet back up with the rest of the group. They're being questioned on what happened, but Steve and Robin only give the barebones of what they were doing and how they got out. Mike is still basically shellshocked by the whole situation, like still shaking, but trying to hide his tears and shit. He still hasn't met back up with Will.

I think either the episode ended there or I just paused cuz I was freaking out a little bit, but I pulled out my phone to check Tumblr and basically go "WE'RE FUCKING WINNING Y'ALL" and suddenly my brain went, "it's weird how early they released this" and then I was forcefully woken up. I was so excited though y'all I was fully sobbing too because in my brain it was being done very masterfully. In reality there's... Some flaws with the execution, but I'm glad I know now what it feels like to Win. Manifesting my dreams are at least mildly prophetic dkdkdj

#the emotions i felt yall i was so excited #anyways... someday #stranger things s4 #byler #also sorry if this unreadable i literally JUST fanboyed myself awake

[sjweminem]

LMAO i love it

you're 100% not the only ones, i'm sure. i came out as a lesbian at 14 and the label always kinda. stuck inside me? even when i got into my later teens and had boyfriends it always felt i was doing it bc i was supposed to. not that anyone around me specifically gave me that impression. i think the label of "gay" stuck when i transitioned, like i CERTAINLY could not call myself STRAIGHT right????

so for several years following i just considered myself a gay guy point blank, ignoring my dreams abt, and my longing to be with, women, it wasn't all that hard like it didn't chew at me or anything, after all i was having plenty of fun with my male obsessions (and still do, obviously!) and never thought about it. there was so much else happening i only happened to even revisit the subject fairly recently when my mom complained abt me always confusing her lmao and (jokingly) to "just pick a fucking side already oh my god", which DID stir up some personal questions. for a while i figured i must be bisexual, until i stripped it down and realized that, truly, i would only EVER want to be in a relationship with a man. i don't want to touch a man irl.

my attraction is purely surface level/pure sexualization, and built solely on fantasies abt characters and such. sure i put them in Sex Situations mentally, but i am p much never in the fantasies myself, unless i'm in a position of control and authority over them; taking on the role of protector. "man of the house" kinda thing, but 99% of the time i'm not being touched back sexually. just kissed :) i dropped the bisexual label bc of this realization, i don't want to imply through it, to any degree, that i'm as interested in relationships with men as i am interested in having the REAL thing- attraction, trust, intimacy, love, etc- i know some folks use it on a spectrum that works for them, but it's not a label that jibes with me. plus i have SUCH NARROW ACCEPTABLE STANDARDS when it comes to guys, like..certain heights, hairstyle/quality/physique etc. don't get my started on acceptable vs unacceptable body hair....meanwhile my attraction towards ladies has a near infinite range of beauty to me, esp physique and height!! and i do not at all feel the need for a sense of control either. and oh my god, the times i've kissed girls will stay in my mind forever it's BLISS but meanwhile i've forgotten all the (many more) guys already 😭

it's also important that women don't see me as entirely male either..i want to be able to use the lesbian label without offense or confusion, but "lesbian" is the only thing that really stirs up a feeling of gender identity for me? some would call me nonbinary, genderfluid, agender, whatever- i ID with zero of those. butch or stone butch rings a gender bell to me. i'm a lesbian at my core, i just happen to do an injection weekly, no different than taking my dozen other prescriptions twice a day. my name happens to be dennis because it was funny to me. and it is. but i want to provide my parter with that deep understanding, the kind only experience develops, of i know what it's like. tell me. forget my 5'o clock shadow. my broad shoulders, my voice. and think of me like i WAS for this moment.

#anonymous #correspondence

[adventxreawaits]

Dawson's Cabin After the Wedding

TW: Pain Meds, NSFW, Mention of Near-Death-Experience

Major event: Dawson proposes to Melanie

@turtlexwatching

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖— 29/04/2023 11:23

By the time they had gotten to the cabin, Thomas was trying everything to be helpful but all he was succeeding in doing was pissing Dawson off. He made a mental note that he would have to apologize later as he shoved Thomas away. "Go back to the fuckin' bunkhouse. I am fine..." He growled between clenched teeth. He had then abandoned Thomas on the porch, slamming the screen door as he stormed off to the bedroom. He hadn't stayed in the bedroom though. The bed wasn't comfortable in the slightest. He somehow ended up on the bathroom floor with a washcloth rolled up between his teeth. All because he was too stupid to take any pain medicine. Simba was sitting on the bathroom floor in front of him, whimpering every so often. Simba was what told him that someone had come in the front door before she had perked up, got to her feet and ran out of the bathroom. He stretched out his leg and very gently nudged the bathroom door shut. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide from her forever, but if he could just get an extra two minutes to compose himself and get himself off of this floor.

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 11:29

The night was definitely going to be a night to remember. Between the sudden rush to get everything together, watching her best friend finally marry the love of her life and then Dawson kissing her and them finally admitting their feelings for one another...honestly Melanie didn't think any night could possibly top this. It was perfect. She was exhausted, yes, but it was perfect. She survived the wedding for a bit longer but eventually it was time for everyone to head on home. Melanie could have gone back to her place and slept off her exhaustion but she wanted to check on Dawson. And he had suggested she could stay the night with him and she knew she would feel better if she did. The man had done so much that night and he was bound to be sore. She was definitely going to have to keep an eye on him tomorrow. She walked through the front door, trying to be very quiet. If he was asleep she didn't want to wake him. The pitter patter of Simba's feet greeted her first and she knelt down to scratch behind her ears. "Hey. How is Dad feeling?" she asked, only to look up when she heard the bathroom door closed. "Dawson?" she called out as she made her way to the bathroom, "You okay?"

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖— 29/04/2023 11:39

Simba had run into the living room, tail wagging. She was happy to have the attention and always eager for the company. When the bathroom door closed, she looked back toward the bathroom she'd abandoned. Her ears dropped slightly and she nudged Melanie's hand with her nose and the smallest whimper. Dawson was determined not to ruin Melanie's high. It had been a great evening. Every dream he had ever had came true tonight. He was not about to let his ribs ruin this. He bit harder on the washcloth and reached up for the sink, using it as leverage to pull himself. He turned on the sink with cool water and splashed his face. He took a deep breath, trying not to groan out loud. He then released his death bite on the rag. "Yeah, I'm okay... Did you have fun...?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 11:46

It was her gut that first warned her something was wrong. The only thing that really and truly confirmed it was the way Simba reacted when the door closed. She was worried about something. "Don't worry, girl, I'll make sure he's okay," she muttered in Simba's ear. She heard the sink turn on and the splashing of water before his voice came out. It seemed fairly even but she had also heard that tone before with other patients who were trying to play down their injuries. "Yeah, it was fun," she said, as she reached for the door handle and turned it. "You sure you're okay? You don't sound it."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 11:54

He took a deep breath in, slowly releasing it. "Anything fun happen after I left? Any town drama?" He hoped he was keeping his tone a lot more even than it felt like he was. It was hard to get the words. It was actually hard to focus. He stood up straight, put his hands on his hips to try and almost posed for the mirror to try and make sure his face showed nothing. He then turned and reached for the door hand just as she did. He put a little bit of weight on the door for a moment, not intentionally barricading it but he use it for leverage. He cleared his throat and pulled it open. "Yeah, I'm fine..." he smiled weakly.

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 12:04

"You mean besides getting barraged by Andi about us making out like teenagers?" she asked. Well, yeah, someone had run off with Ranger but Ranger was back in his stall now and Dawson didn't need to know about that. She pushed the door open when he opened it and she looked in to see him leaning against the handle. And if that wasn't enough, that weak smile...yeah, she wasn't buying it. "Dawson, what's wrong?" she asked with both a worry and knowing tone in her voice.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 12:12

By the time the barraged by Andi sunk in, he was standing face to face with her. A small chuckle escaped but it was almost a choked sound. His grip tightened on the handle. His knuckles were white from the death grip. He swallowed hard, desperate to work himself through it. "--either way, I imagine she would have demanded to hear abut it in the next few days..." There were short pauses between each word. The question sunk in and he closed his eyes for a moment, shaking his head. He wanted to lie, but he wasn't dumb enough to believe that he actually could. "P-pain..." He choked out between gritted teeth. He slowly released the handle, stepping out of the doorway. He stumbled, catching himself on the kitchen table. Simba barked and growled, circling him. "Simba, down!" He growled out, but she simply glared at him growling.

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 12:30

The more she saw him standing in front of her, the more her suspicions were founded. He looked terrible. From the white knuckles threatening to bend the door handle to the way he seemed to struggle just to talk, Melanie knew that he was not doing well at all. She knew she should have came back with him. Melanie moved to grab him as he stepped out of the doorway, trying to catch him as he stumbled and used the kitchen table as support. "Damn it, you stubborn man!" she said as she grabbed his arm and helped him to stand upright, "If you're in pain you need to be resting. When was the last time you took your pain meds?" she asked as she started helping him to his bed.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 13:19

Dawson had almost tried to move away from her, determined not to allow her to try and catch him. The table would do the job… He would put his fist to the table, taking a deep breath. As she wrapped her arm around him, he pouted. “I’m sorry…” he said in a soft voice, and he did actually mean it. He tried to choke back the urge to cry. He had been crying earlier over the pain and now he was close to starting again. “I tried, I did; but I couldn’t get comfortable…” Simba ran ahead of them, jumping onto the bed and letting out another bark. He frowned slightly at the question and thought for a moment. “Eight…”

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 13:29

"It's okay," she said softly as she heard how soft his voice was. It pained her to hear just how broken he sounded when he said that. "Well, let's fix that," she muttered sympathetically as they got into the room. She smiled at Simba and nodded. "I agree. I don't think he should leave this bed either anytime soon." But her smile faltered a bit at his answer. "Eight as in a few hours ago or eight as in this morning?" She really needed to know so she could decide on whether it was safe to give him some more pain meds.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 13:54

Dawson tried to bear most of his weight, but he was having a hard time doing it. It was why he had been on that bathroom floor for so long. Standing, walking, breathing all hurt. He had been so optimistic a few hours ago. Now, he was beginning to see that maybe she was right. His pride hated that she was right... He didn't even have the energy to argue with her about whether or not he would be leaving this bed anytime soon. He just let out a small breathy chuckle and shrugged. "This morning... just before discharge. I didn't even open the prescription bag."

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 14:04

"Dawson," she sighed as she carefully helped him lay down in the bed. He had gone all day without a single pain med and had done all he had at the wedding? Either he was an idiot or he didn't want to worry her. Or both. It was possible he was both. "Where is your prescription bag?" she asked after she got him settled in the bed.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 14:19

“I’ve known a lot of pain in my life, and a lot of pain on a daily basis. A little ain’t nothing…” He gulped slightly as she helped him onto the bed. “But now we’ve surpassed a little…” He mumbled, laying his head back against the head board. He was actually a little aggressive and his head hit the wood pretty hard, but that was nothing compared to his ribs. “In the truck between the middle console and the passenger seat.”

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 14:31

"This isn't a little pain," she pointed out. She was gathering the pillows to help support him when he hit his head on the head board and it actually made her jump, just from the sound alone. "How about we don't give ourselves a concussion," she said as she carefully propped some pillows up behind him. "I'll be right back." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running out to his truck, finding the meds and returning, along with a glass of water. "Here," she said as she took out a couple and handed them to him along with the glass.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 14:57

“It was a little pain…” He chuckled and tried to smile, but the chuckle caused too much vibration in his chest that he almost gasped. “Fuck…” He mumbled under his breath. He held his eyes closed for a moment as he tried to adjust, casually ignoring the comment about a concussion. He gave a small nod, “I will be here…” He watched her go and looked toward Simba. “Tattle tale..” He mumbled to which she simply wagged her tail and rested her head on his knee, satisfied with her work. When Melanie returned, he held out his hand which was shaking pretty badly. He rolled his eyes at the actual visual of it. He hesitated for a moment before throwing the pills back into his mouth and chasing them with water. “Thanks…”

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 15:16

Melanie felt a physical pain as she watched how his hand shook when she handed him the pills. She waited for him to take another drink before taking the glass away and setting it down on the bed stand while she sat on the edge of the bed next to him. "What am I going to do with you?" she muttered as she ran her fingers through his hair.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 16:22

As she took the glass, he rested his head back against the headboard. A lot less violently than he had previously. He took a deep breath, glancing over at her and reached over to rest his hand on her leg. He shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Who knew the morphine was actually doing something?" He tried to joke, smiling weakly.

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 16:37

Melanie laughed under her breath as she shook her head. "You are ridiculous sometimes, you know that?" she asked as she kept running her fingers through his hair. "Why didn't you take some pain medication sooner, baby?"

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 16:41

"It was a dull ache earlier. Completely unnecessary, but then as the sun went down, it started to get worse. We were at the wedding..." He looked away, ignoring the fact that he had been back for a couple hours with the truck. Thomas could have gotten it for him, or he could have clenched his teeth and got it himself. He was leaving the full detail as to why he refused to take it out. He didn't want to admit that he was afraid of becoming his father.

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 16:55

"When it starts a dull ache is a good time to take the meds," she said softly, "to prevent it from getting worse." She sighed softly. There was something that kind of spoke to her when he looked away but she wasn't sure if she should pry. "If they're a problem, Dawson, I can change the medication to something else."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 17:04

He shook his head slightly. "I don't have a problem with them. I don't feel the need to take more than the prescription dose. I am just paranoid..." He looked back up at her. "My mother was probably popping Xanax and my father was on who knows what... I guess just somewhere inside, I'm afraid that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and their toxic traits could easily catch up with me." He cleared his throat. "Also I wonder... I was very honest when I was in the hospital, hyped up on medications... what if my father was honest too?" What if he was as useless as his father claimed he was?

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 17:26

Melanie shifted onto the bed a bit more so she was closer to him as he spoke. She let him get it all out before she cradled his face with her hand so he was looking at her. "Your father was a prick," she said very matter of factly, "and he could never have been honest or right about anything. You are an amazing, wonderful man, Dawson. That's why I fell in love with you."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 19:33

His gaze was lifted toward her as she put her hand on his face. He took a deep breath, swallowing hard. "I have a very hard time believing that. In fact, I think you are insane for loving me... I'm still convinced there is a world of me that isn't worth it."

Melanie Sanders — 29/04/2023 20:20

"You want to know why I love you?" She asked giving him a look that said everything she was saying was the God's honest truth. "I love you because you have always been there for me. Whenever I was at my lowest, you were always there for me. You make me happy and you make me feel loved. With you, I can be myself. Not a Sanders. Not Chris or Logan's sister. Just Melanie. So yeah, I think you should believe that. And I've believed that from the moment you arrived on our ranch and you found me the first time in the barn after I fought with my mother. And that's when I knew I was in love with you."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 29/04/2023 22:25

Dawson watched her quietly, listening as she explained the reasons she loved him. He thought about their first summer together. A fight with her mother left her crying in the barn, then the asshole that tried to force himself on her, it was the last thing that man ever did. He took Jonathan's brand for that. Every summer he looked forward to being around her though. And even though he mourned Jonathan, he never regretted coming here. Except he felt not good enough, too evil for the innocence of the Sanders... "I loved you that day too. I vowed to protect you from that moment on... even if it just meant holding you while you cried."

30 April 2023

Melanie Sanders — 30/04/2023 07:10

Melanie smiled softy at him as she moved a bit closer to him on the bed. "See? Now how in the world can that make you anything else? Because I know what I see and what I feel when I'm around you. I don't care what anyone else says or makes you believe. You're my Cowboy and that is never going to change."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 30/04/2023 07:38

He chuckled and rolled his eyes slightly. "Whatever you say, princess..." He teased her, reaching up to gently brush his fingers along her cheek. He leaned in to gently kiss her and with the movement realized that it was back to an ache instead full on getting kicked again. Maybe the morphine was necessary. "I love you..."

Melanie Sanders — 30/04/2023 08:00

Melanie was glad to see him chuckle and tease her. It was a good sign. Much better than that pained state she had just seen him in. She pressed her lips to his and smiled, even with just how gentle the kiss was. She was never going to get tired of that. "I love you too," she smiled, pulling away before patting his leg. "I'm borrowing some of your clothes for the night then first thing tomorrow I'm running home to get some things to bring over. After that, I'm afraid you're gonna be stuck with me until I'm comfortable with leaving you to fend for yourself without doing anything that will hurt you more."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 30/04/2023 08:54

He watched her pulled away and he almost could have pouted. For some reason, he was afraid she was going to leave. Even though they had already discussed her staying the night. He nodded. "T-shirts are in that bottom drawer. They will be dress size on you... I buy them too big for me..." He chuckled. His t-shirts were never really for him to wear outside of the house. They were always just pajama shirts, extra big and baggy for when he didn't feel well. "--and hey, I didn't hurt myself more. I just didn't stop the natural hurt that was bound to happen. I stayed out of the barn even though I could have made Thomas take me there. I feel like that deserves some recognition."

Melanie Sanders — 30/04/2023 09:13

She laughed a bit as she got up from the bed and moved over to his dresser to find the drawer in question. "Yes, I am oh so proud of you for not going to the barn," she teased as she reached in and grabbed a T-shirt. "Failing to take your meds is a way of hurting yourself because you're not helping you through the pain of your healing body. So yes, it counts."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 30/04/2023 09:47

He watched as she got into the drawer to grab a t-shirt, admiring her every movement as she did. He chuckled, shaking his head. "I firmly believed pain medication was optional. I was very sadly mistaken and I really thought I was going to die. Lesson learned... Crunchy ribs equal pain medicine whether it makes you want to nap all the time or not."

Melanie Sanders — 30/04/2023 10:58

"Yes, well, it's not," she mentioned before disappearing into his bathroom to change out of her dress and into his t-shirt. She cleaned her face as well and hung the dress up so it wouldn't get wrinkled before coming back into his room and very carefully crawling into bed with him. "You know, if you had listened to your doctor a bit more, you wouldn't be in so much pain."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 30/04/2023 15:49

“It’s okay though. My punishment is now set for me that I’ll probably be in this bed at least for the next few days…” He smirked a bit, watching her disappear into the bathroom. He wasn’t sure that spending the next few days with her would be a punishment, even though this bed would eventually exhaust him. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about all that had happened in the last few days. Some of it was almost a blur. He chuckled and shook his head. “Listen to a doctor? Hell no…”

Melanie Sanders — 30/04/2023 17:13

"A few days? More like a week, honey," she explained as she got comfortable while being able to carefully massage the back of his neck, "And that's at minimum." His chuckle made her smile and she couldn't help but laugh and shake her head. "Maybe you should start listening to me more often."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 30/04/2023 18:17

"A minimum?" He laid his head back, faking a soft crying sound. "I think I will die if I stay in this bed for longer than a week. I might die if I stay longer than two days..." He took a deep breath, tilting his head to the side to look at her. "I'm sure I can get out of this bed though and walk to the rocking chair on the porch. Just no standing for long periods of time and take my pills..."

Melanie Sanders — 30/04/2023 18:31

Melanie rolled her eyes as she heard the fake cry from him. "How about in two days we'll see how you're doing then, okay?" She said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "See, I would say yes if you hadn't gone a whole day without taking any pain pills while walking and dancing and assuring me you're fine. How do I know you won't do that again?"

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 30/04/2023 18:56

He sighed dramatically, glancing over at her. "I was perfectly fine. Until that last few minutes when I decided I was coming home. It started becoming a little unbearable, but still not bad. Then the ride with Thomas made it worse. I went to lay on the bed and rotated wrong. It really didn't hurt that bad until well, it did..." He resisted the urge to laugh again because he knew she did not find this even slightly funny but to him it was. It had been a long time since he had seriously injured himself and it was the first time that he hadn't been injured by a person.

1 May 2023

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 06:23

"Yes, well the point of pain medication is to take it to keep it from flaring up, not taking it after it does," she pointed out. She wanted to curl under his arm and lean against him but with his "crunchy ribs" she knew she couldn't so she settled for just running her fingers along his neck. "I knew I should have come back with you."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 09:15

He sighed. “Lesson learned… I had planned on never opening that bottle but I guess that is not optional.” He said softly, adjusting slightly to lay down on a little more on his side, not quite but he gave himself an angle. He then reached out to brush her cheek with his fingers. “No, you deserved the night…”

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 09:49

"Nope," she smiled, pulling her hand away only so he could move into a position. His fingers tickled the skin on her face and she smiled as he leaned into it, enjoying the simple, yet romantic gesture. "I think Andrea would have understood."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 10:43

He pushed a free strand of hair out of her face, smiling softly. He was floating on cloud nine, in shock that she was laying here on his bed, wearing his T-shirt. He shrugged. “She probably would have but traditionally you only get married once. She deserved you tonight…”

Melanie SandersBOT — 01/05/2023 10:57

"You know what's funny," she said with a small laugh. She wasn't sure what was more funny - what she was about to say or the fact that she could hardly believe she was here with him finally. "I am pretty sure Andi would have said I deserved to come back and spend my evening with you if she heard you say that. Although she would be assuming we'd be doing something much more physical than just lying here with your crunchy ribs."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 12:45

He chuckled. “I get this vague feeling that where Andi is concerned, she would have been demanding that all of your time be spend with me if it meant getting us to kiss…” He let his fingers dance along her chin. “Ivanna told me getting me hurt was apart of the plan, it just wasn’t meant to reach those extremes…”

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 14:25

"You would be correct," she laughed. Her smile stay plastered on her face as he traced her chin. "Yeah, they told me that too. I'm sorry about my friends. They're a little over the top. And they've been trying to speed things along."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 15:22

He shrugged. “It is not a big deal. I’m not even upset about it because in the end, would tonight have happened without it? I gotta be honest, probably not. I would have done the grunt work with setting up, I would have hung around for a few minutes, then retreated for nightly chores. Came back just in time to clean up. I would have watched from afar but never had the balls to step out..,” He knew his weaknesses and he knew better than to think tonight had happened by his own courage.

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 15:27

"You do realize that things could have gone very wrong very quickly though, right?" She pointed out, "all it would have taken was for Ranger to kick a little extra harder or me to show up a minute later..." She didn't want to think about that possible outcome and quickly stopped talking to even admit the possibility.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 15:29

“It was almost a close call. Ranger almost could have killed me. I have one kidney and the strain my diabetes puts on my kidneys was bad with two. All the almost… but it’s hard to measure almost because almost doesn’t matter.” He leaned in to gently kiss her. “It doesn’t matter. All that we have is now, right now. A lot of things in my life have almost gone very wrong… but not this. Not tonight…”

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 16:01

His lips were a nice grounding point as they met hers and it brought a warm, gentle smile to her face. This man always knew exactly what to say to make things better. "Tonight was just about perfect," she admitted, finishing his statement before leaning in and kissing him again.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 16:05

He wondered for a moment if she had actually read his medical history. If she hadn’t, he wondered if it would have put her at ease to know that the whole situation had probably been his fault and not Ivy’s or Ranger’s. Horses had a sixth sense… He shook the thought away though, letting his lips collide with hers. “Just about? Not completely?” He could think of things that might have made this night better and of course a good chunk of it involved physical activity that she would never have allowed.

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 16:07

"I mean," she teased as she looked up into his eyes, "I think finding you closed in your bathroom in excruciating pain does put a little kink into a perfect night." She ran her fingers through his hair as she bit her lip, "but other than that, yeah, definitely a perfect night."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 16:14

He shrugged. “Didn’t even put a dent in my evening, it’s still been the perfect night. To hell with the pain…” He chuckled a bit, wrapping an arm around her and playfully pulling her closer to him.

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 16:15

Melanie giggled as he pulled her closer. She was careful as she was drawn closer, not wanting to jar him too much. "To hell with the pain, huh?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 16:25

He smirked, leaning up to kiss her deeply. “To hell with the pain… it is a minor insignificant detail.” he hummed, running his fingers up her sides.

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 16:32

There was a smile on her lips as she felt how he deepened the kiss. She hummed ever so slightly as his fingers traced her sides. "I'm not so sure it's minor," she muttered between kisses, "but I think I can look past it for right now."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 16:50

He chuckled a bit, taking a deep breath. “Good, look past it…” He said in a soft voice. He was dumb enough to ignore pain, but he wasn’t stupid enough to put his ribs in danger. That had to count for something right? “I will say it hurt worse than normal, but barely. That kidney was causing me regular pain for months and no one ever heard me complain. Pain is a lesser evil…” He smirked. “Don’t panic…” He took a deep breath. An evil glint in his eye appeared and within a second, he had a leg wrapped around her and was rolling over so he was over her. He leaned down, kissing her deeply.

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 17:01

Melanie's hand was softly rubbing his abdomen where she knew they had to cut to get in and remove the kidney. She remembered seeing the damage but had only thought it had to do with the horse accident, not anything else. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" She said once she heard his admittance. She pulled away and gave him a look. Don't panic? Why would.... But her answer came quickly as she saw the glint and suddenly he was on top of her. "Dawson!" She called out, carefully grabbing his shoulders to try and push him back because already she was worrying about him doing something to rip his stitches or hurt himself but his lips were on hers and she lost herself to him and the moment.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 17:22

He had a feeling he would have to offer more of an explanation on that later. Explain why it hadn’t even caused him to flinch when he had been told they had taken his kidney. He had been abnormally calm through the whole thing. Mostly just pissed off about being bed bound. He was easily distracted though with his newfound idea. He was mildly worried that she would panic and grab at him, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He was practically a rock when she reached to grab at his shoulders. “Shhh, I’m fine.” He mumbled just before forcing his lips to hers. He had one hand flat on the bed and his free hand came up to cup her cheek.

Melanie Sanders — 01/05/2023 17:30

Melanie probably should have suggested stopping, considering he was recovering from a major injury and a major surgery, but she couldn't deny that this felt too nice to want to stop. That and she had dreamt of this for a long time. Ever since that summer that seemed a lifetime ago. One hand remained on his shoulder while the other ran up his neck and curled in the hair on the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 01/05/2023 19:53

Dawson hadn't gone on dates. He had the occasional hookup, but never anything serious or long term. She was the only one he had ever wanted. The only one that he dreamed about and who owned his love. He pulled his lips away from hers and moved to her jawline, slowly trailing down to her neck. He could have picked a lot better timing for this stupid injury. He was determined to forget about it and will it not to exist.

2 May 2023

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 06:30

This was probably very, very bad timing. But she couldn't deny what she knew she wanted. Because she wanted him. Always had. Always will. No matter how many dates she had gone on or the relationships she had tried, she couldn't deny herself any longer. Her eyes fluttered closed and her head tilted to the side when his lips trailed down her neck as she breathed out his name.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 06:55

He kissed along her neck, sucking gently. His fingers danced down her sides until they found the hem of his t-shirt. He reached underneath, touching bare skin. “I love you… So damn much.”

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 07:05

Every single nerve was igniting, every touch feeling like a spark and she could feel how everything was getting much, much warmer between her legs. "I love you too," she muttered softly as she slowly reached down to carefully pull his shirt off without aggravating his injuries.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 07:27

He sat back slightly to help her with pulling his shirt off. He had mastered doing it one handed so his bad side didn’t have to stretch above his head. Once it was off, he tossed it to the side and leaned back down to continue his trail down along her body. He thought about that first summer, hiding out in the barn. That night was everything. He had never felt satisfied after that. No matter how hard he tried. His fingertips ran along her thigh, sliding in toward her inner thigh. He took a deep breath. “I want you, baby…”

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 07:36

Her eyes looked over him as his shirt was removed, the gaze landing on the brand for a brief second before he kissed down her body again. She muttered a happy sigh as she felt his fingers running between her legs. It was just as electrifying as it was that summer night. "I want you too," she breathed out, knowing he'd be able to feel just how much as soon as he hand moved further between her legs

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 08:07

He had quite a bit of blemishes on his body. The brand, the bruise, the fresh scar from his kidney removed, a few permanent spots from constant insulin sights, a couple cigarette burns here and there, his tattoo on his lower back. His body was used to being bullied and wounded. That was why this injury was nothing. He let out a deep breath, putting his hand to her warmth, rubbing over the top of her panties. “That’s my girl…” he whispered. “I just need you to know I thought about in the hot springs…” He grinned wickedly.

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 08:24

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end at his words while an excited shiver ran through her body. She pressed against his hand, already craving for even more. Her teeth were sinking into her lower lip as she locked her gaze with his, the corners of her lips pulling back into a smirk as she saw that mischievous glint on his face. "What did you think about in the hot springs...."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 08:50

“I really wanted to suggest skinny dipping but that didn’t seem appropriate…” He whispered, leaning down to pepper kisses on her neck and jaw. “If we had skinny dipped, I can pretty much guarantee I wouldn’t have been able to control myself… I would have had to have kissed you…” He whispered, coming up to kiss her ear lobe. “I would have had to touch you…”

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 09:14

Melanie couldn't help the sighs and moans from his lips on her. The way he spoke. His breath tickled her neck as he whispered against her ear. "To hell with appropriate," she muttered as her fingers clung onto him to pull herself closer to him, "I wanted you all night that night."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 10:04

He gave a small breathy chuckle. “You know me… I’m all appropriate all the time…“ He wouldn’t even call Chris anything less than sir. “Except right now… right now I have every intention to make love to you. I think we’ve waited long enough to express ourselves…” He said in a soft voice, playfully rolling his hips into her.

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 10:08

Melanie laughed softly because she knew he was right. The amount of times he called her ma'am were numerous to count, even when she felt a slight pain each time. She sighed with anticipation as she felt him roll his hips against her and she nodded. "I think you're right, " Cowboy," she smirked before she pulled his face to hers to kiss him deeply.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 10:40

He let out a soft groan against her lips, deepening it. He nipped at her lip playfully with his teeth. He moved his hand, slipping it underneath her panties. He traced small circles around along her clit. “Mine…” He purred against her lips.

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 10:52

Melanie purred longingly as the heat between them grew. It was starting to become almost painful at this point with how much she wanted him. His fingers were fire on her skin and she gasped as his fingers found her clit. She whimpered happily, smashing her lips together as she quickly worked to push down his pants.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 13:02

He sat back for a moment, keeping his fingers dancing along her clit as he took his other hand and linked his thumb around the waist band of her panties so he could pull them off. He leaned down, kissing her deeper. “Damn you are so beautiful…”

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 13:09

As his thumb hooked to pull down her panties she lifted her hips off the bed to make the disrobing much smoother. His fingers felt like magic and his lips tasted like heaven as he brought them back to hers. "I've wanted you for so long," she muttered against his lips as she finally managed to push down the waistband of his pants to free his dick and palm it with her hand.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 16:26

Dawson let out a soft groan. “You have me, all of me…” He whispered. His hips rocked into her hand. His dick desperate for her attention. Every nerve ending was on fire. He sat back slightly, grabbing her thighs and gently lifting her hips. “Fuck…” He hummed, looking her over. She was so beautiful laying there.

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 16:32

The moment her hips were lifted off the bed she had wrapped her leg around him. Oh she wanted him. She wanted him to delve deep inside her so she could be with him fully and completely. She looked up as he sat back and she couldn't stop the smile on her face. There were no words. No witty remarks. She just wanted him.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 17:36

He took a deep breath, staring down at her with a hungry look in his eyes. He was so lost in love, thinking about their first time. It had meant everything to him. He had never imagined being able to get to be this close to her ever again. He wanted to cherish the moment. He smiled softly, pushing the tip of his dick against her entrance. He leaned down and kissed her deeply before quickly thrusting into her.

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 17:43

As he looked down at her, she felt transported back to a moment. A moment seemingly lost to time. A memory she held so near and dear to her heart. Because she couldn't have wanted anyone else to have been her first time than with him. And now, years later they were here and if it wasn't for the feeling of him pressing against her she would have almost thought it was a dream but their lips locked in a passionate kiss and her walls stretched to make room as he pushed in. She moaned against his lips, a smile on her face. Because it was perfect.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 18:21

He kept his eyes focused on her, admiring how beautiful she looked laying underneath him. He let out a soft groan, cupping her cheek his hand as he began to rock his hips. "My love..." He purred, pulling his lips away from hers and beginning to kiss her neck again. He wouldn't be surprised to find out that he left a mark tomorrow morning.

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 18:36

As his hand cupped her face she was curling her fingers in his hair. His voice was enough to ignite her feelings deep inside but as he started to move, she lost any and all thoughts. She purely enjoyed him. The way his lips littered his neck. The feeling of his body on hers, moving in and out in the most sensual of dances. She leaned her head back against the pillow and moaned happily while her hand not in his hair came to rest on the brand on his chest.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 18:50

It was hard to wrap his head around that this wasn’t just a dream. She was here. She was his, completely and fully. This was where he belonged. He didn’t know why he had wasted so much time to actually see it. She was his everything; his soulmate. His hand ran down cheek, down collar bone, and he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. He began to move a little faster, thrusting deeper into her.

Melanie Sanders — 02/05/2023 19:03

Melanie's face was smiling with every moan she made. Each roll into her she rolled with him, wanting to ensure that every inch of him made it's way into her. His hand on her breast sent waves through her and she moaned his name longingly while her legs hooked up higher on his hips to help him reach deeper.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — 02/05/2023 20:07

Dawson groaned slightly as she adjusted, lifting her hips a little higher. He squeezed and massaged her breast, watching her every response and enjoying the sound of each moan. He sat back slightly, putting one hand on her thigh and thrusting harder, taking her in deeper. "Fuck, baby..." he purred.

3 May 2023

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 05:16

Her moans only got louder the harder and deeper he took. Her hand slipped from his hair to his neck as he sat back and was now digging her fingers into his shoulder. She could feel how the bed shook beneath her and she smiled. "Yes, baby," she moaned loudly.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 08:01

He could feel his cock twitching, getting close but he was determined to get her there first. He licked his bottom lip, bracing her hips with one hand while his other hand went to find her clit again. His thumb drawing fast circles along her.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 08:04

"Dawson," she cried out again the moment his fingers found her clit. Her whole body was already on fire and as he twitched inside her she could feel her walls tightening around him. Her voice got higher, her moans louder and then the rush of her release raged through her with his name on her lips.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 11:11

He could feel her tightening around him, the gentle pulse speeding up. He kept a steady pace and kept pressure on her clit. He groaned coming down to catch his name from her lips. He kissed her deeply, filling her up. He was panting when he pulled away from her lips. He cupped her cheek in his hand. “You are so beautiful…” he whispered.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 12:22

His lips on hers were like the icing on the cake. Her deathlike grip on his shoulders lessened as her muscles relaxed and she just smiled as she looked up at him. Whether it was from the heat of their shared moment or his words she wasn't sure but she blushed as she moved her hand to caress his face. "I'm never gonna get tired of hearing you say that."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 13:41

His kiss softened, but he held it for a long moment before he had pulled back. He took a deep breath and smiled. “I will never stop saying it…” He purred, putting his hands on both of her hips and turning over to lay on his back, bringing her with him so that she was laying on his chest. He reached down to pull the blanket up over them.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 13:51

Melanie was smiling like a fool against his lips. This was an absolute dream come true. She almost didn't want to go to sleep in case it was a dream and she woke up back home. She giggled softly but was quickly caught off guard as he changed their positions so she was laying on top of him. "Careful," she mused with a laugh as she kissed him gently again, "you're not supposed to doing anything strenuous." Although it was definitely too late for that.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 14:08

Dawson chuckled and shook his head when she lectured him. “Nothing strenuous, but I definitely already raised my blood pressure…” He leaned up to kiss her deeply. “And I would do it all over again… so I wouldn’t move too much on that appendage…” He teased her.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 14:13

Melanie laughed softly she kissed him. Her hands moved from around his neck and down his chest, feeling every scar beneath her soft hands. Her smile widened as he kissed her deeply again. God she really couldn't get enough of him. "What, you mean like this?" She asked as she shifted her hips just a little, if only to tease him back.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 15:09

He chuckled slightly and nodded, reaching down to put his hands on her hips. “Yeah, just like that, honey…” He smirked. ���I think I might have become an addict… addicted to you…” He said, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 15:13

Melanie's giggle slowly drifted away into just a smile. His hand was warm on her hip and the tender motion of tucking her hair behind her ear just made her heart melt. "I would say that sounds like a problem," she mused as she leaned down to brush her lips against his, "but honestly I was thinking the same thing."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 15:26

His smile widened when she agreed that she was thinking the same thing. He nodded. “I’m glad to hear it.” He took a deep breath. “I am super pissed though. This is the worst time to have crunchy ribs… I could have done better…” He chuckled.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 15:30

"Hey," she muttered as she rubbed his cheek gently with the tips of her fingers, "it was perfect. You were perfect." She brushed her nose against his before kissing him again, "although now I'm curious what you think better is."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 15:35

He chuckled. “I could worship you much better if I had the mobility to do so and as soon as my ribs aren’t crunchy…” He hummed. He could also think of a million places to make love to her that weren’t his bed.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 15:37

Melanie's smile brightened and she giggled as his voice trailed off. "You rest and listen to your doctor and that may come sooner than you think, baby."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 16:02

He smiled softly and playfully rolled his eyes. “I agreed to stay in bed for the next few days. As of this moment, that is the best I can offer…” He chuckled.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 16:08

Melanie laughed as she watched his eyes roll. She playfully hit his shoulder but lightly so as to not hurt him. "You can be such a pain in my ass, you know that?" She teased as she shook her head.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 16:12

He chuckled, reaching up to cover his shoulder to pretend to be wounded. “I know I am, baby… I am a shitshow…” He shrugged. “—but I’m your shitshow now.” He ran his fingers down her back and hummed in thought for a moment. “I think I need a snack now…” He nodded.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 16:14

"That you are," she smiled as she brushed her fingers through his hair, "and I wouldn't have it any other way." His comment made her giggle as she looked in the direction of my the kitchen. "What do you want, baby? I'll go get it and bring it right back."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 16:17

He smiled softly and glanced reached over to the nightstand for his phone so he could check his sugar. He then glanced toward the door as if he could suddenly see everything in the kitchen. “Hmm. I think a peanut butter granola bar will work.” He nodded, glancing toward her with a smirk. He shrugged. “I’m a simple man.”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 16:28

She smirked as she followed his eyes everywhere. She originally didn't want to get up yet because she was very, very comfortable being right where she was but she also didn't want him trying to get up in the middle of the night to grab a snack. "A peanut butter granola bar it is," she said before kissing him, "I'll be right back." She was careful as she got up from him, feeling how he slipped away from her. Her smile was essentially plastered on her face as she walked into the kitchen, grabbed a treat for Simba and the granola bar for Dawson as well as some water before she came back and crawled into bed to hand him both. "Just in case," she said with a smirk as if to help explain why she also got him water.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 16:39

He took a deep satisfied breath as she moved to get up. As she disappeared out of the room, he almost pouted missing the warmth of her on top of him. It was hard to believe this wasn’t a dream. He kicked himself thinking about all the wasted time. He could have had her much sooner than this… He was going to have to thank Chris for telling him to man up. He never wanted it to be different than this, than tonight. It had been everything he ever dreamed about. They had been lovers for all of five hours and he was already resisting the urge to ask her to marry him just so he never had to see another day without her. When she returned, he adjusted on the bed to sit up so that he could eat. He smiled softly. “Thank you…” he said in a soft voice, before reaching out for her. “Now come back… I’m cold…” he teased her.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 16:53

Melanie tried very hard not to laugh but she giggled nonetheless as she crawled back over to him. She pulled the covers up over him teasingly before she wrapped her arm around him carefully. "Warmer now?"

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 17:10

He smiled softly, reaching out to put his hands on her to help her balance. Once she was situated, he gave a satisfied nod. “Much…” He agreed, leaning in to kiss her before sitting back again to rip open the package. His blood sugar wasn’t quite low yet but it was dropping and he could feel it now that the adrenaline had begun to settle.

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 17:19

Melanie laid quietly, letting him enjoy his granola bar as she rested her head on his chest. She took so much comfort from the beating of his heart and the warmth of his body. She smiled sweetly as her fingers traced the K on his chest in a delicate fashion. There were no words needed right now. Melanie was in heaven.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 17:24

He took a bite of the granola bar, pulling the rest of the wrapper off and holding it down to the floor. “Bin…” The dog grabbed the wrapper and walked across the floor to drop it into the trash can before running back with a big tail wag. He ate his granola bar in silence, stewing in his thoughts. He hummed slightly after a long moment. “You know what would keep me off a horse and out of the barn for a couple of days to a week?” He smirked down at her. “Vegas wedding…”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 17:48

Melanie gazed down at Simba and laughed in her throat as she watched Simba dutifully throw away the wrapper. "Maybe she should teach Logan that trick," she teased. She was back to just relaxing when her fingers stopped tracing his skin and she looked up at him. "Dawson Pike are you suggesting we head out to Vegas and get married? '"

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 17:54

Dawson smiled softly, watching Simba work before glancing at her. “No one knows but she is actually one hundred percent service trained… I just don’t ever take her everywhere like I should because it would draw too much attention.” He had shrugged. When he broached the topic and her fingers stopped, he felt his heart almost stop. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that but it was too late to turn back now. He shook his head. “No, ma’am, I have absolutely no desire to go to Vegas, nor any desire to leave the ranch for more than two days… But I do think you should marry me…”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 18:04

Her head lifted up from his chest as she looked at him with the most shocked look on her face. She was pretty sure she was mishearing him. "Do you mean that?" She asked because she wanted to be sure. She wanted to make sure this wasn't some crazy ass dream or her mind playing tricks because all she had ever wanted was him.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 18:10

She lifted her head and he tried to keep his facial expression neutral. He was not going to be upset no matter what her answer. Maybe this would be their first and last night because he opened his mouth… He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I mean every word… I wasted so much fucking time…”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 18:35

Melanie covered her mouth with her hand as she felt a swell of emotions. This was crazy, right? Only a few hours ago they had kissed and admitted their feelings to one another. Even less than that they had shared each other's bodies for the first time since they were teenagers. But he was right - they had already wasted so much time. "You think you could handle being stuck with me for the rest of our lives?"

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 19:08

He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “My only demand is that I die first so I never have to be without you again…” He took a deep breath, running his hands up her sides. “You will probably kill me first anyway because I’m such a shit show…”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 19:11

So this was real. He was asking. The way he chuckled and seemed so set with this diminished any doubts. That and his request. "I'm gonna try and keep you as long as I live, baby," she smiled as she leaned in and kissed him. "Yes, my cowboy, I will most certainly marry you."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 19:29

He pushed her hair back with one hand and leaned into her kiss, kissing her deeply. When she agreed, he pulled back and smiled. “Really?” He asked needing to know that this wasn’t a dream. “God, I am the luckiest man alive…”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 19:50

"Yes, really," she laughed, kissing him just as deeply back. God she couldn't believe this was happening. "You're gonna have to go ring shopping."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 20:11

He shrugged. “I could…” He put his hands on her hips and playfully tossed her over onto the bed. He tossed back the blankets, rising to stand up. He walked across the bedroom toward the dresses. He pulled it open and dig through the drawer. “—but first see if you like this one.” He pulled a box out and walked back over to her. “If you don’t like it, I can absolutely get something else…”

[20:11]

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 20:14

Melanie raised her eyebrow as he grabbed her hips and yelped in amused shocked as he playfully tossed her. She sat up as she watched him walk across the room. The small box came into view and she wondered how long he had had that. But as her eyes landed on it she gasped and covered her mouth. "Dawson... It's perfect! How long have you had this?"

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 20:20

He walked back over to the bed and laid himself across the foot. He held out the box and opened it. When she said it was perfect, he smiled gently and pulled it out of the box. “It was my grandmother’s… She was the only adult in my childhood who didn’t suck… but inevitably she died when I was like seven so she couldn’t save me from the one’s who did suck. I wore them on a chain around my neck for quite a while. I’m surprised my dad didn’t steal them when he killed me… I eventually had them cleaned, polished, and bought a pretty box to put them in. Set it in that drawer and that is where they’ve lived… I never expected to get lucky enough to gift them to someone…”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 20:24

Melanie smiled as she listened to him. It sounded like a treasured memory. She blinked back the tears before she held out her left hand. "It's beautiful, Dawson."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 20:40

He smiled softly, taking her left hand and easily sliding it on her finger. He then leaned down to kiss it. “I love you…” He gave a small chuckle. “I have said that so much tonight you will get tired of hearing it…”

Melanie Sanders — Yesterday at 20:53

The weight of the ring was foreign but comforting. Once it slid on she smiled as he kissed the symbol. "I will never get tired of hearing you say that, baby," she smiled brightly.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Yesterday at 20:55

He stared down at the ring and basked in how good it looked. He then smiled softly and nodded, moving to sit up so that he could adjust himself back into the bed correctly. "Good..." he said in a soft voice, pulling her toward him.

4 May 2023

Melanie Sanders — Today at 04:49

Melanie was busy staring at the ring as Dawson shifted on the bed. It felt real. So real that there was no way she had dreamt any of this. She had felt him adjust back next to her before her drew her towards him and she curled against him, wrapping her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulder. "You know, when I said you had a lot of time to make up for, I didn't mean to make up for it all in one night," she teased.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Today at 06:13

He wrapped an arm around her, snuggling her. He then pulled a blanket up around him. He laughed and nodded. “I know… I probably should have let us walk before we ran…” He sighed gently, “But I think I was just too afraid you would disappear..”

Melanie Sanders — Today at 06:24

Between the warmth of his body and the blanket now draped over them, she felt completely at ease. His arm around her acted like another shield. She hummed her laugh at his comment but she was not at all complaining. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere."

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Today at 06:40

He was perfectly content to lay just like this. If he could keep her here, maybe his bedrest wouldn’t be so terrible. Although he couldn’t help but wonder if that even applied anymore after all they had done tonight. He wasn’t going to ask though. Maybe at breakfast he would ask. He smiled softly, running the back of his fingers against her cheek. “Good… because I never want to be without you again.”

Melanie Sanders — Today at 06:58

Melanie looked up at him as she felt his knuckles gently brushing against her skin on her face. She was still completely in awe of all of this. How many times had she dreamt of being with him like this? Just the two of them. Together. Maybe minus the crunchy ribs. "And you'll never have to be," she smiled softly.

𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕚𝕜𝕖 — Today at 07:01

Dawson smiled a bit and took a deep breath. “Good…” He whispered, resting his head against hers and closing his eyes. “Sweetest of dreams, my love…”

Melanie Sanders — Today at 07:05

Melanie felt him settle against her and she smiled before she began to drift. "Goodnight, my Cowboy."

#melanie && dawson #melanie sanders ;; interactions #&& turtlexwatching #discord transcript

[disillusionedjudge]

Is Gylfie open about her sexuality or no?

((not even in the slightest. I actually talk about the reason why here, but I'm going to talk about it a bit more!

Had it just been her father who reacted the way he did, Gylfie would've been cautious around him, but... still fairly open about it. While she normally took no issue with, essentially, antagonizing her father in small ways (such as bringing to light their relations when he tried to disown her/distance himself from her), this was... a far more personal issue that she wasn't willing to test the limits of. His aggressive homophobia scared her, and she wasn't willing to see how far he would take it.

However, because of how her mother reacted, that... hurt worse, and was really the tipping point for her in keeping her mouth shut on the matter and repressing herself. Alsga wasn't aggressive like her father, and she actually seemed supportive, but Gylfie realized that... her mother wasn't actually supportive, she just wanted her to keep her sexuality/romantic attraction private. Something made abundantly clear when her mother brought up Telina, and how she didn't want Telina to be exposed to such a lifestyle. That devastated her, not just because of what her mother said, but because it was her mother. Gylfie loves her mother and wants to make her proud, so to hear that broke her heart, and solidified in her mind that, while her mother loves her, she doesn't exactly like her. Which, in itself, was the driving point in Gylfie dropping all contact with her mother and sister when she helped them escape Archades, because she thought they would be happier/better off without her in their lives.

That all aside, with Gylie it's... not necessarily any internal homophobia she feels. It was just how her parents reacted, particularly her mother, that made her go quiet. When she was a child, she was more interested in having adventures than having a family, and as she grew older and really started to develop crushes on other girls, she'd sometimes dream about getting married one day. Her primary focus was becoming Judge Magister one day like her father and forefathers, but it was still there in the back of her mind. Something that, honestly, made her happy to think about. And, while she hated her father, it was obvious how much Takrin loved Alsga and Alsga loved him in turn, and... she wanted something like that, just with someone who was far better a person than her father ever could be.

But after that, she decided it was safer to repress her sexuality to keep herself from getting hurt like that again. I imagine that happening before she becomes Judge, so when she's 16 or 17, so she wouldn't have a different support system to rely on. And because she was hellbent on making it as a Judge Magister, she had already thrown herself into focusing entirely on her career more than anything else, so there... wasn't exactly a huge change in her behavior that would've been noticed.

Now, maybe when she's older, so post-ffxii and maybe going into fortress timeline, she might start allowing herself to acknowledge her sexuality again, but I think she'd still be more career-driven, especially since she still needs to make sure Larsa is safe. However, I also think her view of herself might keep her reluctant to court anyone, just because... Gylfie doesn't see herself as a good person. I've touched on this before, and one of these days I will write out a post talking about it lol, but anyway, while she doesn't see herself as a good person, she also doesn't necessarily see herself as bad, either. Just... heavily grey, but not really someone who deserves that sort of happiness marriage could bring.

As a side note, because I don't think I've mentioned it here, but after she left Archades, Alsga realized just how damaging her words were to Gylfie. She did a lot of changing herself upon leaving Archades and Takrin (although she did still love him despite no longer being with him - she'd continue to wear her wedding ring), and felt horrified when she realized what she had done. She loves both of her daughters fully, and realized just how much she had failed Gylfie on so many fronts. She does her best to be a far better mother to Telina, and... she holds onto the hope that Gylfie will one day visit them, so she can sit down and apologize to her for everything. She knows that her apologizing doesn't mean Gylfie would forgive her, nor would she expect her to, but she at least wants to get that out there and let Gylfie do what she pleases with it. Ideally, she wants to be close to her eldest daughter again and repair their relationship, but... hasn't been able to successfully reach out to her, and doesn't want to push her if Gylfie wants nothing to do with them.

#headcanons #ooc asks #homophobia tw #abuse tw

[neon1010]

A New World Fool- Ch. 1- New Beginning- Prologue

1k words

This is also on ao3 by the same title and user!

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Content warnings:

-Self harm (not the depressed kind or anything it's just there)

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Nanako has never seen a dead body. This fact changes now, of course. She shouldn't be surprised. After all that business about shadows and, hell, a whole other world (And inside of a tv, at that), she shouldn't be surprised. The world just isn't kind enough to spare her this. Soon, she realizes that she's the first to know about this, to see this.

‘Someone killed her.’

This thought interrupts all the others, a cold fear washing over her body. She can't stop looking up, looking up at the corpse hung from the telephone pole. It almost makes her think of her hometown. She takes out her phone from her pocket. She has to redial a few times because her hands won’t stop shaking.

Ayane Aoyama. Nanako prays her soul is resting somewhere nice.

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“Nanako, I know you’re leaving, but I just wanted to tell you…” Makoto said, looking around at the empty flood plains on the off chance there would be someone to spot the interaction. 

“I like you! I- I’ve liked you since elementary school…” He confessed, bowing at a good ninety degrees. Nanako felt she should choose her words carefully.

“Thank you, but…” Nanako fidgeted with her hands together hesitantly as the boy rose from his position, revealing a flushed face.

“I wouldn't want to start anything since I'm leaving.” And because she didn't have any feelings for him, not like that at least. She figured he would get over it in the year’s worth that she was away, and this seemed like the nicest way to reject his advances. Makoto accepted her answer and left, briefly making her feel like a tomodachi life character.

Since the news had gotten out a few months ago that she was leaving, Nanako had actually gotten three love confessions if she included the one just now. One of them was even from a girl, she remembered, her face reddening as she walked home. She wasn't really interested in any of them, though, so they were all swiftly and gently let down.

That night, Nanako worked on packing her bag since she would be leaving tomorrow. It was strange thinking about it, but she had never really left her hometown before. Sure, she had gone on a few vacations, but besides that, nothing. She never had much of a desire to leave either, yet here she was, packing to leave for a new school in a new city. And at only sixteen.

The scholarship only lasted a year, she comforted herself, so she would be back home in no time.

“Bye, Nanakooo!”

“Goodbye!”

“Have fun!’

About half of Nanako’s class (and some others outside of it) had gathered to wish her goodbye at the train station. It was a bit embarrassing, and she had honestly wanted more of a quiet farewell, but she figured it was nice that they wanted to do this for her, at least.

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Somehow, Nanako manages to have two dreams on the train. That itself isn't odd, but having them both at the same time is certainly something new. They were fairly strange, yet it was impossible for them to get mixed up together.

One of them, she remembers, was less dreamlike than usual…

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Nanako wakes up to a smooth, operatic voice.

Though, she’s not sure if she’s really awake. Looking around confirms this, the blue hues of the garden greeting her. It’s nothing like her simple, small garden at home, this one being greater and more elegant. If Nanako looked at the sky, she would notice that there wasn't really one. Just more blue and fog.

Nanako walks around what she decides is an enclosed rose garden, hedges and stone forming a walkway around the area. It winds around in a strange, nonsensical path, but Nanako follows it anyway. Not much else to do. At least the music is pretty, she thinks. I don’t typically get music in my dreams. Nanako passes by a fountain. Near it, a gardener is there, tending to the blue and white roses. He looks back at her, with wide, yellow eyes that quickly resume to a more even expression. He raises, changing his white gardening gloves for shorter, more silky ones. Taking off his hat, the opaque veil attached to it reveals a cheshire’s cat grin as he gestures for her to follow him. Soon, they end up behind a dark iron table under a gazebo. The statues around it are a bit creepy, but not nearly as startling as the appearance of the long-nosed man who sits across from her.

“It seems we have a guest with an intriguing destiny…” He chuckles.

The gardener walks over to stand next to him, taking a clipboard and pen off the table as Nanako smooths out her skirt. There’s no point to the motion given that it’s a jean skirt, but Nanako ends up doing it anyway.

“My name is Igor… I’m delighted to make your acquaintance.” Igor greets her, smiling. “This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. It is a room that only those who are bound by a contract may enter…” He pauses for a moment, looking at her.

“Now then… why don’t you introduce yourself?”

“Nanako Dojima…” She answers. Nanako feels like she should say something, or ask about something, but she just stays quiet.

“Hm…” It almost sounds like a laugh, and there’s a look in Igor’s eyes that Nanako has to wonder about. “I see.” He gestures to the man next to him, who is busy scribbling something down on the clipboard. He looks up at the two.

“This is Victor. He is a resident of this place, like myself.”

Victor bows slightly to Nanako.

“Welcome.” He says, smiling blankly. Nanako nods at him and tries to smile back, albeit a bit awkward.

“We shall attend to details at another time” Igor says. “Until then, farewell…”

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The other dream felt much more… dreamlike, for lack of a better word. Though, it was still just as strange and foreboding as the other, Nanako thinks.

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Nanako finds herself somewhere strange. She’s not in a room. But she’s certainly not outdoors. The infinite bleakness of the place feels overpowering as Nanako walks up to the only thing physically present besides her. A low table, reminding her of hers back home. The paper placed on it has a ‘Your Name Here’ and a signature area on it below some unreadable text. Or maybe it’s not unreadable, Nanako’s mind just refuses to translate it for her. Her mind can’t process any of it besides the ‘Your Name Here’ and the brush beside it, simple with a sharp end. She should sign it. The paper. She not only knows this, but feels it as well. She has to sign this. She must. She feels it everywhere, in her bones, her skin, her blood…

She picks up the brush only to realize there's no ink beside it. So, she shoves the pointy end of the brush into her inner elbow and flips it around so she can have something to sign with. Then, finally, she signs her name where it was meant to be.

---

Nanako wakes up.

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Tysm for reading!!! 💚💚💚

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BOY HOWDY I sure do love hearing that the Snow White remake is gonna be delayed and BOOOY HOWDY I sure do love that the leading actress is excited as can be about playing a Snow White who ~ain't gonna be saved by no man~ (even though I'm fairly certain it wasn't JUST the prince who helped out in that situation) and doesn't dream about true love. As if. You know. People should just Save Themselves and. Dreaming about true love is. A bad thing. Inherently. For girls to do. For PEOPLE to do. I just can't stop loving how little she also actually knows ABOUT Snow White. Scared of it, only watched it once before working on the movie, hates the ride at Disneyland. That's so much good news I can't even comprehend why this would be a bad idea. I love that she's the leading actress, actually. Everything she says about the character she's meant to portray. Is the absolute best. With all my bleeding heart I love this.

I love it so much I think I'm going to rip up the foundation of my house with my teeth :)

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[snow-leopard-7772point0]

The Life of a Hero Chapter 1

Marinette… wasn't sure what to think. Not only did she not know who her paternal grandfather was until she tracked down Rolland Dupain, but there was an entire side to that family she would have never dreamed existed. Her grandpère- he was her grandpère regardless of what people may say- was infertile and so his best friend was asked to father a child for Rolland and his wife. Her papa had a brother that she'd never heard of, and so she not only had two new grandfather's, but also an uncle and several cousins. Rolland promised to contact Alfred and see about organizing some kind of reunion. Marinette thought she was going to crush her grandpère Rolland with the hug she gave him.

She did her best to reassure her grandpère that he would not be left behind or forgotten just because of a blood relation to someone else, promising that she had more than enough room in her heart to accept them all as family. She made sure to visit her grandpère as much as physically possible, going as far as to buy an extra sewing machine to leave at his house along with fabrics so that she could work on commissions and requests from her friends while she was there and spend more time with him. Well… when her friends asked for favors these days… if she could call them friends… Marinette quickly shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts. She had no time for negativity. If her friends preferred Lila and her lies, well, that just meant she had more time for Ladybug, commissions, and her grandpère. Not to mention the rest of her family promising to come to Paris soon!

She met her aunt? on a rooftop as Marinette. She liked to parkour over Parisian rooftops in her civilian self when things just… were too hard to deal with. Like Adrien choosing to back up Lila's lies instead of just standing by now, and Chloe's increasingly vicious attempts to make her stand up for herself again. She met a woman clothed very… plainly. An off-white collared v-neck shirt with loose sleeves tucked into a pair of brown military grade pants hid her figure fairly well, her only identifying marks being her hair and face. And, well, the katana she was polishing. The woman hardly spared her a glance. "I was wondering when you would finally come out again, aibnat al'ukht (niece)."

Marinette froze. "I'm sorry, I don't know much Arabic. Did you just call me your niece???"

The woman finally looked at her, sharp green eyes meeting vivid blue. "Yes. Your father is brother to my habibi*. That makes you my aibnat al'ukht. I am Talia, your eama."

Marinette slowly lowered herself to sit on the roof. "You truly know my uncle?" Talia silently pulled out a single photo of herself standing next to Bruce, both of them smiling. Marinette's eyes widened. "Wow," she breathed, "I have an aunt."

Talia repressed a smile at the simple joy and reverence the girl showed. "Bruce and I aren't on the best of terms right now. He married me because he wanted to learn from my father, and alab allowed it because of who Bruce is. Bruce demanded I break off contact with alab… and no matter how loyal to Bruce I am, I cannot be disloyal to my father."

Marinette felt her eyes brimming with tears, her heart going out to her aunt. "I'm sorry he put you through that."

Talia shook her head. "It doesn't matter anyways. He's a good man. I just couldn't leave my past behind the way he'd hoped I would be able to. He saw himself as saving me from myself. But the reason I am telling you all of this is to ask you to keep a very big secret for me. Can you do that? Bruce must not learn of this until it is time."

Marinette immediately nodded, her face reflecting how serious she was. "I have gotten very good at keeping secrets the past few years. I can assure you that no one will learn of your secret from me, eama."

Talia studied her face before nodding. "Damian. Yazhar (come out)."

Marinette's eyes widened at the sight of the child, he looked about half her age. The near-fourteen year old had to physically restrain herself from jumping in joy, not wanting to frighten the child. She settled for grinning at him. "Hello, wulid eamm, my name is Marinette."

Damian offered her a single nod, standing not so tall next to his mother. "Damian is my abn, Bruce is his father. He doesn't know about Damian, and I'd like to keep it that way for a while yet. There is no one Damian's age where we live. I was hoping we could spend some time here so that he could get to know you and have some positive memories of his childhood."

"Of course!" Marinette jumped on the chance given to her. "I'll refer to you as auntie at home instead of eama so that no one catches on to you not being from France. I can say I'm babysitting Damian for you while you're going through a hard time, which is how you became auntie. Damian, do you like swords as well?"

The child eyed the teenager suspiciously before nodding again. "I'm not sure how well my parents would take to a kid using a sword in the house, but I have throwing knives and a target hidden in my room. Would that be acceptable?" Marinette figured this would be the best way to connect with the child instead of trying to drag him away from what he liked. She'd had people do that to her often enough that she knew how much it stung. As long as he didn't cut himself she didn't see a problem with it.

Talia stared at the baker's daughter, truly shocked. "What?"

Marinette simply blinked at her. "He keeps reaching towards his back like he's used to something being there. You're polishing a katana, so it's a safe bet that he's used to having a sword with him as well. There's a chance you've already taught him how to throw knives, but if you haven't yet, it's always good to add another weapon to your arsenal. I also know how to use a yoyo, baton, and rope dart in combat. If my uncle was wanting to 'save you from yourself,' you must be involved in something dangerous, something that involves frequent fights for your life, otherwise you wouldn't have met me with a sword in hand unless you'd planned on threatening me, which you haven't done at all. That tells me you're nervous and on edge sitting out in the open like this, especially since you know your son is unarmed except for two small blades hidden up his sleeves."

Talia grinned at the girl even as Damian somehow narrowed his eyes even more, "How did you know? 'Um did not notice until after we arrived."

"Every time you go to reach for your back and stop yourself, you fiddle with your sleeves instead. I caught a glimpse of one of the blades while you were reaching back and your sleeve rode down. No offense, but you're not yet big enough to swing a very large blade, much less hide any in your sleeves. I'm guessing you have kunai?"

Damian's eyes sparkled. He lowered his voice to what he thought was a whisper, leaning close to his mother. "'Um, can she be my 'ukht?"

Talia stared at her son, once again taken by surprise. "Would you really like me to adopt her?"

Damian nodded feverishly. "She is the first person I have met to prove even slightly knowledgeable. She is worthy to be family."

Talia sighed. "Very well, abn." She finally looked away from her son to meet wide blue eyes, "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, what would you think about becoming an Al-ghul?"

Marinette looked at the child, too small to be seven, and yet wise beyond his years before looking at her aunt, faded scars just barely visible on her neck, chest, and hands. She took a deep breath. "I cannot leave Paris right now. But if it would help you and Damian… I'll do it."

~~~

Bruce is ashamed to say that he and his children may have… panicked a little when Alfred dropped the phone with tears running down his face. Alfred finally managed to calm them down before picking the phone back up with trembling fingers.

"Rolland? Is that really you?"

Bruce tapped his foot impatiently, listening to Alfred's side of the conversation, quickly recognizing the name. "Yes, Master Bruce, the children, and I would be overjoyed to come out for a visit. We have a few things to arrange, but we will head there as soon as possible." Bruce waited for the soft click before speaking.

"Alfred? Is everything alright?" Bruce struggled to keep his voice under control at the sight of Alfred's tears.

"Yes, Master Bruce, I do believe things are more than fine. That was my old friend Rolland- he has invited us all out to meet his- my- our granddaughter. She'll be fourteen in a few months. He offered to celebrate her birthday with us when we get there."

Bruce Wayne, infamous playboy, Batman, prowler of the night, nearly tripped over his own feet trying to get to his office to make arrangements. "I can ask Clark to cover for me in Gotham, we look similar enough. And Martian Manhunter can cover for Tim, or I can say Robin went on a trip. I'll have to ask Dick if he wants to come or not." Bruce continued to mutter to himself, barely avoiding walking into a wall on his way to his office.

Alfred simply looked down at the phone, smiling softly at the child in the picture Rolland sent him.

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*Habibi in this scenario is used in the context of meaning beloved- I have found several translations of habibi that all mean around the same thing, and so I just chose the word that fit what I was going for.

If you want to be tagged just let me know. I have no idea what I'm doing or how to connect chapters, do I look like I'm that skilled? Major character death later on in the chapters, so you may not want to keep going behind this chapter of you don't like that, angst is planned to start building next chapter.

If for some reason I am unable to tag you, I will send you a message letting you know it's been posted.

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[peanutpinet]

Yuta as a cold yet soft mafia boss

Prompt: 99) “You think prison is the worst place you could go? You pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream.” from 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AU

A/N: just like the Jeno fic, I've always wanted to do a Yuta fanfic and it wasn't until I saw this writing prompt that I'm like, this feels like something Yuta would say.

Warnings: probably some cursing since it's Yuta XD

Now, we all know how cold and scary Yuta looks when in fact he's a big softie. Which is probably one of the reasons why you fall for him; because of how soft whipped he is with you and the rest of NCT.

Like the boy is very much whipped for you that he would even have time to ask you 'have you eaten', 'what are you up to' while being on a mission. The boys also like to tease him about it, even WayV (who we all know are slightly terrified of him)

Would definitely take you out on a date every now and then if he can. A/N: Kay, hold up, we're getting a bit ahead. I forgot to tell you how y'all met XD

So, it was a school night (well, you're in college); and you were quite stress with your final assignment that you decided to go to the nearest convenience store to grab some coffee and snacks to pull an all-nighter.

You wore an oversize hoodie and some sweats (cause comfort is key) and was walking through the snack aisle, about to grab (your favourite snack) when another hand was about to reach for it (ehem, Yuta, ehem)

Despite wanting to grab the snack, you insist the tall, handsome man to have it instead (even if you were wondering how a guy like him like your fave snack). But the man insist you take the snack; which led to the both of you having a little debate and eventually the man took the snack, paid for it but gave it to you, saying that you needed it more

"Take it. Finals are tough and you need the little boost to keep you going. Also, don't worry so much about the result. What matters is you did your best, mkay? See you around kid" the man lectured, giving you a slight smile before leaving with his own coffee

After he left, it took you a while to process what just happened before going back to your dorm and continue your final assignment

But oh how the universe like to bring people together ;)

It was right after your finals and you and your friends decided to have some drink at a nearby bar since you guys were curious and have never experienced the bar aura.

You weren't much of a drinker despite your amazing tolerance in alcohol so you were rather confused what to order until a familiar sound came.

"She'll have the orange-mango crush" a familiar voice stated

Turning around, you saw the same man you bumped into at the convenience store almost 2 weeks ago but this time, he looked way more put together and even wore a suit. Lowkey, your mind was starting to wander around and thinking whether there was going to be a fight or some sort or if this was that typical mafia story you secretly read.

"Didn't think you'd be the type to come to a bar on a school night. You done with your finals kid?" the man asked

"I, uhh, yea. Wait!! What do you mean the type to come to a bar?" you stuttered; not aware that your friends were staring at the both of you

"Don't worry, I don't mean it like it's a bad thing. People do what they want. Who am I to judge. Anyways, you ladies enjoy your night. If there's any problem, don't hesitate to let me, the bartender or the guards know. Also, the drink is on the house" the man winked at you and your friends, giving a slight wave before leaving

Cue your friends immediately plastering you with all sorts of question. Wondering how you met a handsome hunk in the midst of your finals. Not to mention, that handsome hunk even remembers you. Cue you becoming a blushing mess; especially after the bartender came with the drink the man requested for you.

Though you were worried that the drink was spiked, you gave a little sip and it was all fruity and delicious. Mental note to yourself: not only is he good-looking, kind but also has good taste in food; great, just great.

The rest of the night went fairly nice. You and your friends were sipping on your drinks, having a nice chit-chat bout life in general, catching up since you guys were not in the same classes. Once the clock hit 1 am, you figured that it was time to head back to your dorm.

Since you decided to wait for your friends who were calling an uber to head back to their homes since they live near your college. Whilst waiting, you told your friends that you were going to go to the bathroom for a bit.

Right when you came out of the bathroom, a random man tried to hit on you and it made you very uncomfortable that you eventually hit the wall behind you. But luckily, a certain someone came and save the day ;)

"Oi. Hands off the girl. Looks like someone is new to my bar since I don't accept any sort of make-out if there's no consent between two parties. Scram before I make you" your saviour growled, making the man leave you alone

"Are you alright?" the man asked while you were catching your breath

"Yeah. Yea, I am. Thank you again. Uh..." you mumbled

"What is it? Are you sure you're alright?" the man questioned, worried in his tone

"It's just, you've basically helped me twice and I still have yet to know your name" you chuckled, making the man chuckle as well

"If that's really what you want. I'm Yuta" the man called Yuta chuckled

"Thank you, Yuta. I appreciate it" you thanked him, giving him a genuine smile; not knowing what that smile does to Yuta's heart

And folks, that was just the beginning of your relationship. Ever since that night, Yuta made it his goal to get to know you more before actually asking you in a relationship; which, when the time came and Yuta asked you, without thinking twice, you said yes.

Throughout your relationship, Yuta was pretty blunt in telling you what he does as a living and mentioned that while he may live a dangerous life, he still had morals and his job was actually putting down all the bad people hiding in the shadows.

Despite all, you trusted Yuta and he also trusted you. You still had your freedom and was allowed to go wherever with whoever you wanted as long as you told Yuta beforehand. Even throughout your near one year anniversary, both of you knew each other's friend group and you even get to see how soft Yuta was when it comes to his mates.

However, all those sweet moments you both felt like a dream the second Yuta heard news that you were captured by some lowlife gang that NCT made go broke. Hearing the news, it was only a matter of minutes before the whole NCT used their network to find you and create a well thought out plan to get you back.

Once Yuta got you back, he made sure you were alright whilst the other members lock the gang up in their basement. Yuta made sure that you had no injuries; which, if you do, he would tend them himself and if he can't then he'll have someone come but stay by you until you were alright or, until you fell asleep.

After tucking you into bed and making sure you were fast asleep. Yuta peck your forehead for a moment before quietly sneaking off the bed and out of his room, going down to the basement and confronting the gang with some of the other members.

“You think prison is the worst place you could go? You pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream. Now, which one of you nutjobs came up with the idea in the first place?!" Yuta growled, smirking once he saw the gang cower in fear

A/N: hope you guys enjoy this Yuta fic that came out of nowhere XD and hope you all stay safe and healthy :) xoxo

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