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[chubsette]

btw I made a new blog mostly just to reblog kink related stuff and so I don't spam this one too much: @mochi-donuts

#i'll keep posting my art and dumb text posts here #but if you want to follow me on that one too feel free to fo so :) #chubsette talks

[blingblong55]

Bigger than the whole sky- Simon "Ghost" Riley

Photo credits: @ave661

Based on a request:

HI SO I READ YOUR RECENT NO JUDGEMENT AND ITS AWESOME AND INCREDIBLY WHOLESOME BTW BUT PLEASE CAN YOU MAKE IT ANGST??!?!?????? LIKE LIKE HEAR ME OUT. YOU GOT PREGGO WITH ANOTHER BEBE AND A MISCARRIAGE HAPPENS, YOU THINK ITS ALL YOUR FAULT AND IDK FALLS INTO SLIGHT DEPRESSION AND STUFF LIKE THAT IDK I JUST WANT ANGST <333333333 ---- F!Reader, pregnant!reader, husband!simon, TW! Mentions of miscarriage, dad!ghost ---- A/N: I love this idea and major TW!

It was a dream all over again, the excitement to have yet another little one in the place Simon and you call home. You are around three months along. Your soon-to-be oldest child kisses your soft belly. Simon chuckles, "I think we know who the favourite relative will be." A smile appears on you. This is all too perfect.

"Alright lovie, we'll let you go and decorate. You need us, we'll be playing outside," he kisses your forehead. The puppy, kid and Simon all race to the backyard. Giggles and barks follow along and you make your merry way to the nursery.

As Simon is running around the backyard with the kid and the puppy, you feel cramps. The pain is more intense and it's of concern.

As you rush to the bathroom, you feel it. Warm, thick liquid runs down your thighs and to the ground. In a hurry, you call out for Simon, who in a rush, carries your child with him to the room. "Lovie?!" His voice filled with panic and once he saw the blood, his heart nearly stopped. Tears run down your face.

"Oh god lovie," he says with a frown. With strength, he picks you up with his free arm, your child in the other and he rushes to the car.

The way to the emergency room was filled with tears, panic and a lot of reassurance.

Nurses wheel you in, Simon and your child fight to stay with you but the doctors don't let them. A nurse stays with him. She begins to try and get their minds off you for a second and as hard as it seems, it is the only thing she can do.

While this worked with his kid, it didn't for him. "Just, be careful with her, she's pregnant and we need her in our lives." He says between silent tears. "I can reassure you the doctors are doing all they can to help your wife."

Nearly an hour into being under the care of doctors and staff, they let Simon and your kid in.

The room is thick in silence and fear.

"Lovie, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry," you cry. There is shame in you. Guilt and utter disgust for yourself fills you.

"Sorry for what?" He says almost unaware of the situation.

"Mummy?"

"I'm so sorry, Tommy," you cry. How can one tell their son the baby died? How can one accept this piece of their life?

There are things one can't say, things one can't feel and some things will never be.

"Lovie, tell me, what's the matter?"

"…The baby-fetus…i…I miscarried," you confess between mumbles that cover your mouth as tears fall like a waterfall. Your hand goes to the now empty belly. The fetus that would never grow now sits elsewhere as you grieve its death.

At home, the sun sets. Curtains stay open since no one is home. The nursery loses its colour with the sun. All is silent. No one is home, no one will be home for a while more.

In the pale grey room, Simon holds his son in his arms. The small child is asleep in the comfort of his father's arms. Meanwhile, Simon's stare is on you. A frown is now temporary on him. The sight in front of him is of you.

Distraught by the news, you've denied food.

Two nurses come into the room, and in their hands, a teddy named Angel. You look up. "We are so sorry for your loss, we wanted to gift you, your very own angel," the main nurse says. She hands it to you, the weight of it is comforting, you look up and give them a knowing look.

In the darkness of the night, Simon stays awake. You hold the teddy as you sleep.

"I will always love you," he whispers to the teddy and then to his son who still sleeps in his arms. "I love you more," Simon whispers once more as he kisses your forehead.

Light comes back in, the only giggle is of your son who plays with the teddy. You haven't been able to stop the tears.

What would have been? Two little kids running around, the mindless babble. The beautiful sound of a baby giggling is something you won't experience.

You and Simon haven't said much since you told him the news but he never left your side. His hand has been glued to yours for this time and as you look at him, you have this stare that begs for forgiveness. You cup his face and he nods, "I love you too," he says the words he understands you too wanted to say.

Days pass, and you lay in bed. Simon has been home, and not once has he touched his phone. He lives his days giving you all the care and love you need. His son sees him more, the car rides to school are filled with some tune and as he drives back, you find yourself back in the nursery.

The blood was now gone from the floor, all that stayed in the room was the crib and the teddy.

The walk to the room is painful, the sight of the kitchen makes you frown. All the food you craved now disgusts you. The clothes you wore to hide the bump are hidden.

Now, as you lay in bed, you believe this is some sort of punishment. The day is beautiful outside, if only that angel would be here to listen to you as you describe it.

You want to take it all back. The annoyance when your son left his toys everywhere when he was learning how to walk to different places. You want to clean the crayon marks on the wall again, you want the sleepless nights, and the silly little babbles and Simon just nodding and pretending words were said.

"I would've met you in five months…" you say to the wall. You needed something, just a second with that baby. One smile, or even for it to hear you say you love them beyond the world.

You'd give anything to have done anything right. The once colourful room now feels like it's covered in blue.

As you lay in bed, that's when you wish you'd just di- "Lovie?" Simon was back from dropping Tommy off at school. When he doesn't hear your response, he walks to you, wrapping his arms around you and then picking you up, bringing you to his lap as he lays back, your head on his chest. "Let it out, it's okay, I'm here," he whispers.

Sobs escape your lips. You cry, and in between the tears, you keep asking why.

You're not enough, are you? Losing this feels like it.

"Simon-" "Don't go there, it isn't your fault, you did everything right and maybe it just wasn't time for us to have another one but don't you dare speak about yourself like that." His voice is soft but there is some commanding tone behind it all.

Some time passes, and Simon has been home this whole time. He grieves with you, and you with him.

You finally come to terms with this and on some beautiful day, your son organises a picnic in the backyard. A blanket laid upon the grass, tea, snacks, lots of laughter and much talk greets you. For the first time since the miscarriage, you feel it, that funny feeling when all is well and your heart slowly heals.

"I love you," Your son happily says. "To the moon and back," Simon and you say back at the same time.

A/N: Tagged all those on the list...so sorry for not making a "comment to be tagged"...surprise comeback????

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[russellsppttemplates]

hey! this is my first time requesting something so i’m not too sure what to ask for !

would love to see some oscar fluff tho 🥹🥹

Note: I'm happy you sent in a request, feel free to always share your ideas! 🫶 also, this was totally not written from personal experience 🙄

Tw: reader accidentally gets hurt

Dating an athlete meant that your holidays would often include adventurous plans like hikes and trails. For this afternoon, Oscar wanted to check out a hike near the beach where you could walk along the coastline.

"You don't have to go if you don't want, love", Oscar assured you as you put on your sports bra, "I want to, it's supposed to be very beautiful and it's a nice change of scenery from the pool", you smiled, getting your trainers, "these should be okay, right? I only have sandals and flip-flops and those are definitely not appropriate footwear", you reasoned, "yes, I don't think it will be slippery, more dusty I think", your boyfriend offered, grabbing his own trainers so he too could lace them and you could get going.

It started quite easily, the steps carved into the rocks from erosion clear and well limited, making you follow Oscar quite easy, "wow, look how blue the sea is!", he gasped as you reached a balcony like area looking out the coast line, waves hitting the rocks and turning into white foam.

"It says here the water line can go up and cover all of those rocks completely", you read on the wooden and metal informative plaque, pointing with your fingers, "Osc!", you squealed when you noticed he was taking a photo of you, "at least warn me first so I can sort myself out!".

"You look beautiful, love", he smiled, shoving his phone back in his pocket and circling his arms around your waist.

"I am sweaty and shiny from the suncream and my hair is all tangled from the wind", you pouted as you tamed down the little hairs that never seemed to lay flat unless they had a lot of product on them.

"You look lovely, believe me", he stole a quick kiss, "let's continue?", he urged, pulling you with him.

The trail started to shrink as the flat ground approached the line where the rock stopped and a couple of feet wrong and you'd be down in the rocky wall in no time, "can you hold my hand, please?", you murmured to Oscar, stretching your hand out while the other one was already grasping the safety steel railing chord, "here, I won't let go, I promise", your boyfriend assured as he laced your hand in his.

"We climbed all of this, so now we have to go down, be careful, okay?", he warned after you had taken a rest break to admire the view.

"It's fine, I'll be careful", you added, getting up and following him down. You didn't see one of the steps, so you went right over it, not measuring the distance properly and falling on your butt.

At the yelp you let out, Oscar was quick to turn around and help you, "are you okay, Y/N?", he asked, checking over any injuries, noticing a little cut on your thigh and a graze on your elbow.

"Just bumps and scratches - and a sore butt", you pouted, accepting his hand to be pulled up to a standing position, "can you walk all the way back or fo you want me to carry you?", he wondered, "I'm fine to walk", you smiled, kissing his cheek and carrying on.

As soon as you arrived back at the hotel, Oscar stopped by the reception to ask for a first aid kit, taking it with you to the room so he could help.

"I'm sorry it stings, love", he pouted, kissing your thigh to distract you as he made sure the wound was clean and disinfected, "but it's looking good", he kissed your thigh one last time before moving up to your arm, seeing you had already cleaned it, "I can't put the protective band-aid", you explained, having him help you with it too.

"We can stay here for a bit before you go to lunch, how does that sound?", he suggested as he pulled you to cuddle him, "that sounds good", you kissed his lips before making yourself comfy, "my clumsy girl", he kissed the top of your head.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

#oscar piastri blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

[bunni-v1]

Congrats for 500 followers! If it’s alright, could I have A, G, J, K, P, and S from the sfw prompt list for Idia? Thanks!

🍓Thank you so much! I'm happy to have so many people who like me so much! This event is good practice for me too, and a breather from the intensity of the fic I'm writing right now. (I'm more excited to write for Idia than anything else, he's just so silly, you know?)

A - Affection: Idia is quite a nervous wreck when it comes to affection, that's for sure. Up until getting into a relationship, he thought the couples that were all mushy-gushy with each other were gag-worthy. However, now that he's in a relationship he's desperately craving that same kind of touch. He's like a feral cat, you've gotta coax him into it, and once he's into it he won't want to stop. Seriously, if you catch him at a good time he's so damn clingy. Lays on top of you, have you sit in his lap while he games, cuddles up to you during movie marathons, smothers you in kisses, all the nasty stuff. He'd rather die than be seen doing it in public though.

G - Gentle: Believe me or not, Idia is very gentle. Yeah, he's sarcastic and sharp with other people, but with you he's different. I mean, he's still... sarcastic and sharp, but it's playful and light. He's having fun and he's trying to make you smile, and that's his form of being gentle. If you were ever really hurt by something he said he might just have to end it all. Seriously, it would make him feel so bad, that he'd be groveling at your feet for weeks. Physically, however, I'd say he's gentle but really clumsy. He treats you like the most expensive piece of jewelry in the world, but he also has accidentally almost suffocated you under his weight at some point.

J - Jealousy: Idia is the most jealous man you've ever met. ("You know other men?") He's got an inferiority complex mixed with imposter syndrome and depression, leave him alone. He's not going to force you to stop hanging out with people by any means -- in fact, he's kinda jealous that you have so many friends in the first place. Still, he huffs and puffs and pouts about how much better they would be for you and how much happier you'd be with them. Again he won't act on anything unless he REALLY felt threatened. Like, if Vil ACTUALLY made a move on you? Game Over, Idia is running from his room to intervene.

K - Kisses: Just like everything else, Idia is an AKWARD kisser. It's not his fault he's so anxious, okay, he's doing his best. Idia's specialty, however, is lazy kisses. You know, the ones where you just lay next to each other early in the morning (in his case, late at night), and just kiss slow and easy, like there's nothing else more important. Those are his faves. Speaking of, he LOVES to kiss your cheeks -- you're just so cute when he catches you off guard. It's the same for him, your little surprise kisses on his cheeks may send him into a heart attack, but he does love them so much.

P - Patience (how easily angered are they?): He has a temper, that's for sure. While it's rarely ever directed at you, it can be kind of scary to see him rage. I mean, his hair literally turns orange and flames up -- and damn is it hot when he's angry. Still, his temper only really applies to things like games or tv shows, rarely would he ever have a reason to aim it at you, unless you destroyed his limited edition merch or something.

S - Security (how protective are they?): Idia is a VERY protective person. He's been through a lot, and he's lost a lot, now that he has you he won't be losing you. He texts you constantly throughout the day to see how you are feeling, and what you're up to. If you're stressed, you are always free to come to his dorm and raid his room for all the comfy blankets and yummy snacks you need. He also literally keeps an eye on you from the campus security feed -- if he sees someone bothering you, either he or Ortho will be there within seconds to ensure you're happy and safe. On the other hand, you standing up for him and making him feel like he's worthy of your love and all the good things he has is all he ever wants. It's all he needs.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁 #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud

[shinjisdone]

To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Part 7)

In which you have joined Askeladd’s band…and grow closer to the Son of Thors. Though it is more difficult than anyone can could ever imagine…

[Headcanons of how it would be like to meet and crawl your way into Thorfinn’s heart (based on season 1; both platonic and romantic)]

Part 1 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 14 and how he is at that age

Part 2 is here - meeting Thorfinn at the age of 16/17 + headcanons of growing closer (slightly following s1 story)

Part 3 is here - blooming friendship with Thorfinn (slightly following s1 story)

Part 4 is here - Thorfinn unwittingly opening his heart as he realizes he does not want you to die

Part 5.1 is here - sweet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 5.2 is here - other seet things Thorfinn would do for you (headcanons)

Part 6 is here - meeting Canute and becoming his guard - Thorfinn accepts your relationship and bond

Part 8 is here - Thorfinn wins against Thorkell; Questioning your bond with Thorfinn

Part 9 is here - Meeting Leif and Thorfinn dueling Askeladd; Losing while Askeladd told him the truth of his constant losses

Part 10 is here - Thorfinn and you bound by heart; Promises of Vinland broken and abandoned

Tag list:

@luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen

[Mentions of murder, death, war, slave trade, harrasment against women and whatever awful things happened in the viking era. Only mentioned and used as examples. Mostly gender-neutral examples but female-leaning ones are there, too.]

[This part will specifically mention: Death of character, Canute being slapped, pillaging, mention of Canute not taking care of himself to the point where he could die, slight gore, Thorfinn leaving you alone, uh oh its Thorkell time]

So It Goes On And On Not Knowing When It Went Wrong...

So. While things have changed a bit, all around everything still seemed the same.

Marching on and travelling by wagon is not bad at all, you noted, and so far nothing has really threatened the prince, that was constantly attempting to glance at your direction.

Ragnar is quiet all around except for the prince and Askeladd hasn't shared one of his 'great plans' in a while, too.

Thorfinn was as grumpy as ever, always by your side.

Yet the snow has gotten heavier.

It was worrying at best...the road to the king was long.

And the food was running low.

So I Just Feel and Feed The Blood That's Inside Me...

It was only a matter of time.

Of course. Askeladd being Askeladd, being the cunning and clever fellow he was, the leader of hungry, savage vikings would take all a single village had to feed his.

You heard the priest, who traveled silently along you with his alcohol in hand, shriek and call out. Björn quickly beat him into submission.

Ragnar argued to leave these good, religious people alone while speaking as little English as possible.

You were just glad Askeladd did not order you to 'help'. You'd stay far back, as far as you could, watching over the prince. You wondered if he could hear the same things as you.

The young man was hunched and not peeking at you for once. Even while no one was there, Thorfinn still insisted to sit close by you, squeezing you into the wall of the wagon and keeping Cantue a good distance away. He said nothing.

Just as the food arrived, he handed you meat. Telling you to eat while you could and that food was food. Canute got his portion from Ragnar.

You cared for your friend. Yet at times you observed his apathy that was as equal to enemies as it was to innocent people.

Still, such things are quickly forgotten. It isn't the first time, after all.

You got food, you got water, and supplies. You'll survive and so will the prince.

All was the same...including when Ragnar invited you once again to eat. Food was food and especially delectable when it was cooked safely.

You convinced Thorfinn to go. Whether or not out of trust and companionship for Canute and Ragnar or for the fact that was it was free and cooked food. Safely cooked food - miles better than charred fish.

Thorfinn pouts. He doesn't particularly care for 'lunch' but if one; you were to go and two; there was food, he'd have no choice but to oblige.

It was eerily similiar to the first dinner - Canute cooked while Ragnar helped set the table. Only would he glance at you from time to time, the smile on his face fading.

Whether or not you note that the man is not fond of his son - well, his prince, fancying you, is up to you. But know that he won't openly do something against his affections as long as they don't cross a limit.

He cannot have his highness believe he can just have you stay at his castle and marry you...

Thorfinn noticed too, and while he understands where the man is coming from, that does not sour his mood any less whenever Ragnar has to...scowl at you like that.

Canute is as shy as a maiden. He cooks and it is like he had forgotten about the pillage as he asked you bashfully how the dish was.

Soon the shanty is filled with conversation of the past until Ragnar was called out by the rest of the band. Eyeing the trio requesting for his presence, he promised Canute he'd return soon and for you and Thorfinn to continue protecting him.

With an narrowed gaze you watched them leave. The door was closed to keep the snow out. Their footsteps slowly grew quieter and finding the table to be cleaned already, Canute shyly attempted smalltalk with you.

You admitted to yourself that you were barely listening. When you looked into the faces of the men, the bandmates that you knew, you could only see Askeladd.

The table shook and rumbled as the men put Ragnar's cold body on it, more carelessly than planned. Askeladd glanced at them before gazing back to Canute with the same narrowed and focused eyes. The latter was trembling at the sight.

"It was an ambush." Askeladd began, continuing with an empty explanation and the request to keep moving forward. Whoever killed Ragnar must be on their heels - and with Thorkell in tow, they'd best hurry.

They leave shortly after with only you, Thorfinn and Canute staying. Your blonde friend said nothing as he prepared his things. Canute could only stare wordlessly at the corpse in the room.

There it was again. Maybe the sliver of compassion left in your heart or the knowledge that it is difficult to move on from death but it is a must anyway - no matter what the reason may be, you once again decided to appraoch the prince.

With a hand on his shoulder, you turned him to you. His dilating eyes couldn't meet yours. "Prince...what Askeladd said is unfortunately true. If we stay, we will all die here. It hurts, but we have to keep going."

It worked in a way as well...as if in a trance, Canute let you lead him out of the shanty by the hand and into the cold snow. His gaze, as wide as a deer's, was glued on Ragnar until he was inevitably out of sight.

The trance was quickly broken though.

The moment Canute was forcefully thrown into the wagon, he found his voice in an agonizing scream again. His big eyes shut close for the first time only to spill out tears as he yelled out profanity after profanity, order after order to have Ragnar not be left behind in some nowhere shanty but properly buried in honor.

The leader of the band made it quickly clear that they do not have time for funerals and honor - a mountain of a man with a bloodlust no warrior deities could match was after them - after him - so he could cease his bawling.

"Ragnar!" His name left his mouth again, his throat beginnning to hurt. If he himself could not stop his grief, then it was Askeladd leaving his face bruised in a hard slap.

"Ragnar is dead. No matter how many times you call out for him, the dead will not hear you. Not come for you nor help you."

Canute brought a hand to his throbbing, red cheek. The tears stopped for a moment as he stared at Askeladd in disbelief, voice shaking.

"...It was you..."

It was clear to everyone witnessing that there were more words to be exchanged, yet the man was faster. Without any hesitation he ordered for everyone to keep on marching no matter what. With a flick of his finger, he pointed back to Thorfinn and you, telling you to keep on having an eye on the prince.

You didn't know what to think. But as Thorfinn helped you up on the wagon and Canute silently hunched in his seat, you only knew you felt anger.

Keep Your Precious Justice To Yourself, Bud...

Only a few days have passed but each was as dull as the next.

Thorfinn and you still had the priviledge on sitting on the wagon next to Canute, who stayed hunched in his lone seat. He hadn't spoken a word ever since Askeladd's lesson of death.

The band's mood darkened like the grey and cloudy sky. Snow kept on piling and piling up and you often had the displeasure of getting off the wagon and pushing it through the thick white while Canute stayed put, not lifting a finger nor his head.

Thorkell was close - everyone knew. Besides the whsipers, only Björn spoke to the band's leader.

Thorfinn ate, slept and sat as if nothing was wrong. SInce the days have been quiet, he barely paid any attention to the prince, and would only acknowledge you. Though due to the gloomy atmosphere among the men, you barely were in any mood to talk and the blonde knew it.

At times he'd nudge you, asking how you feel. He shares his food, dividing it in two, or lets you drink fom his water sash. His blanket and cloak are, of course, also yours to share.

Yet he doesn't even lift a finger for Canute. The young man is grieving in solitude even while surrounded by men there to protect him. He does not reply nor answer anyone's call.

You take a part of the loaf of bread Thorfinn shared with you and offer it to him.

Thorfinn glares at the exchange disapprovingly. Still, he lets you do whatever you think needs to be done.

Even if he doesn't really get it or see it as neccesary.

It takes time, but Canute lifts his head ever so slightly before taking the bread. He chewed on it slowly.

The prince may not speak and seemed even quieter than he was at your first meeting, but he at least acknowledged you and your actions. Whenever the men realized that they would also have to look out for the young man - after all, he cannot starve or die of thirst or cold - they would turn to you for the task. Canute only seemed to accept your deeds and your words.

Ragnar wasn't here to baby him anymore, after all.

As heartless as it may sound, Thorfinn also saw Ragnar's actions as babying Cantue. And now, you are doing the exact same.

After some time Thorfinn would definitely whisper to you, whisper how you are smothering and mothering him. Look at the princess. He barely cannot eat or drink by himself. Another round of your kind and honeyed words will have him demand that you start feeding him as well.

Whether or not you shush or agree with him is up to you. But it cannot be denied that Canute cannot be left alone or else he would easily allow himself to die.

Some men gossip among themselves how you have taken Ragnar's position. None found any glee or schadenfreude in that fact, however, and were more focused on the inevitable meeting with Thorkell the Tall.

Higher Than The Sky And Deeper Than The Sea...

And so it came.

You remember it well. How Thorfinn, sitting next to you, grabbed your arm and shifted you closer to him. His cold glare was aimed at the road covered in snow in the distance and his voice was in a low whisper.

"We have to start looking out for the others as well." He began curtly and dry. Brief with his assumption that something was wrong here in the band, that none of the men liked where any of this was going.

They did not like the plan. The marching. The secrets Askeladd kept to himself and the feral giant hunting them down. It would only be a matter of time before a fight would ensue.

"Look out for yourself. Stay alert." He told you and with that, let go, as if nothing had been exchanged between you at all.

And just like that, it was like a prophecy.

The bridge the men were ordered to destroy was nothing but a pebble on the road for Thorkell. He and his men were visible over the hill and with just one swing of his arm, a spear impaled three men.

As swift as the wind, Thorfinn flung out his daggers and stood in front of you. Canute did not move a muscle at the men falling, nor did he look up to know who was here to 'save' him next.

People dying and fighting over being the 'escorts' and 'heroes' who have safely returned the prince to his king.

A quick arguement began before it became a full-out betrayal.

Not like Askeladd had not seen it coming.

Quickly he ordered Björn to ride off and bring the prince to safety - with you and Thorfinn on the wagon and tow as well.

The tables have turned and a manpower of over thirty are now after Askeladd's head and the prince's saftey. Feet stomped over the broken wreckage and soon, Thorkell stood before them all.

The bandmates hoped to switch sides and offer Askeladd's life as a token of loyalty. But your heart only gave out at the sight of the giant of a man.

No matter how you felt about Askeladd, the conversations you had with him...you could not forget his attempt at your life and all the things he had done to Thorfinn...you could not charge back down there and help him.

But Thorfinn could and would.

As he let out a scream, you held him back by his shoulders. The wagon was rushing away from the turmoil together with the prince and the priest...and more of the traitors came hunting you down on their horses.

"It's foolish to go back there! There's Thorkell, Thorkell! Don't you remember what he did to us last time?!"

Though, Thorfinn does not listen. He aimed at the oncoming men and their horses, shooting them down before they could reach you. Sparing one of the animals, he saddled on before yelling back at you. His face contorted in an rage you have never seen before.

"He is MY prey!!!" He shouted back, "You stay here! Kill anyone who tries to come near you!"

It is the first time where the young viking does not prioritize your safety.

As he charged back to the hill below, he shot down the rest coming for the prince - yet in his mind they are coming for you.

Even as they fell, he left you alone with Björn who is easily tempted by madness.

If he hesitates now, his revenge will be lost.

[idk whats up with me today, my english is just....bleh. I really mix up past tense and present dont ask me why.

More of a 'from plot A -> plot B' kind of thing. Not a lot happens unitl then...]

#vinland saga #vinland saga x reader #thorfinn #thorfinn karlsefni #thorfinn x reader #vinland saga headcanons #thorfinn headcanons #thorfinn karlsefni x reader #gender neutral imagine #vinland saga imagine #thorfinn imagine #thorfinn x you #prince canute #canute #askeladd #this one is kinda eh #but its also because nothing exciting happens #besides...depression #dont worry once canute literally wakes up into his character development #things are gonna go hoooooweee #rip to all the men dying though holy shit #i googled to see how MANY men askeladd really had and uh #wow they really do not leave their corpses alone #uses them for target practice holy shit #i understand canute's view of love now and how vikings need it #thorfinn also idiot #literally leaves you alone to SAVE HIS DADS KILLER smh #HELLO??? U R LITERALLY HIS ONLY FRIEND #AND YOU GET TO BE LEFT ALONE AND NOT BE SAVED #TSAWH

[aphroditeslover11]

Thinking In Numbers

Oppie x Reader

A/N: as always, based on Cillian Murphy’s very fictional depiction of Oppie, if you don’t want to read it I’m not forcing to and if you do then please feel free to stick around.

This is the response to the poll from the other day, handling some problems arising from the couple’s age gap.

Warnings: mentions fo alcohol, age gap, world’s mildest angst with a happy ending!

You had been on his arm at a lot of fundraising events recently, trying to raise money for the causes that he supported, which meant that you had been spending a lot of time with Robert’s circle of friends. They were all amazing and very interesting people, the conversation was always incredible and you loved them, but you couldn’t help feeling a little like a fish out of water. You were only a philosophy student, in a sea of seasoned academics.

The first time that you really started to notice the difference in your ages was at the end of the summer semester. Both the staff and the students were organising parties and you didn’t know whether you should go and celebrate the end of term with your friends or go and have a far more civilised send-off for the holidays with Robert and the professors. For him there had never been any question that you would accompany him, despite your age he always perceived you as being too mature and sensible to enjoy the parties of your fellow students. He assumed that you were exactly like him at your age, unbelievably introverted and not seeing the point in all of the chaos. You did as he expected of you, and it was a lovely evening with the help of a few of Oppie’s martinis, but you had ended up following him towards the physics faculty who were now having a conversation that you had no chance of understanding. When you got home that night you called your friend’s house, making sure that she had got home from the student celebrations.

“You don’t have to worry about me y/n,” she chuckled, clearly under the influence.

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, the boys decided that it would be a good idea to to try and raid the chemistry stock room so we ended up with impromptu fireworks, it was quite a show actually. One of them nearly blew himself up, but I think he’s alright now.”

“God, I wish I could have been there.”

“How was your evening?”

“Not too bad, it was nice to spend the evening with Robert but he ended up in a corner with the physics department so I was left to my own devices. He expects it of me though so I just do it for him. I’m sure you had a better evening than me.” Little did you know that Oppie was walking past the semi-open door, and heard every word that you were saying.

~

The next day you went back to the campus to pick up some books from the library that you wanted to look at over the summer. You bumped into a few of the boys that you had met over the year, all part way through their degrees just like you.

“How was the party with the old boys club y/n?” One of them asked.

“It was quite fun actually, a lot of interesting conversations. They aren’t all old men, you know.”

“Oppie’s alright, the rest of them can be a bit of a drag,” this came from Luke, who you knew took one of your boyfriend’s classes.

“I heard about your antics with the fireworks, I’m amazed that you’re all still in one piece. I’d take a drag over a near death experience!” You tried to joke back, though it was true that you would rather have spent the evening with them.

“Come on, why don’t you come out with us tonight, live a little. Do you want to be old before your time?” It was then that you felt a familiar arm wrapping around your waist. Looking to your side you were met with Robert, his face with the usual soft smile it wore whenever he saw you.

“Why’s she going to be old Luke?” He questioned, humouring the lads. He was closer with his students than many of the other lecturers at Berkeley and they felt that they could have a little banter with him as a result.

“All of the time that she…” Luke started.

“…Spends sitting at home reading books when I could be out with them.” You quickly cut him off, Robert didn’t need to be involved in this. Luke gave you a bizarre look and carried on talking to his professor, but you could tell that said professor was unsatisfied. Not long later, as you were walking away, he started questioning you.

“My love, what didn’t you want me to hear Luke saying back there?” You were walking back to his office to collect the papers he had left before heading to New Mexico for the summer.

“If you want the truth, they were teasing me for spending so much time with the faculty. It was all in good fun.” Oppie paused for a moment.

“It is true that you don’t spend much time with your own friends though. I have to admit that I heard you on the phone the other night, I never thought that I might have been pressuring you into anything, but I can understand now that I have.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with your friends, I really do. Sometimes I just feel like I want to do the sorts of things that normal students do.”

“Darling, why didn’t you say any of this earlier?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward or make you to feel obligated to do anything that you didn’t want to do.” Robert sighed softly at that, turning and taking your face in his hands, looking down at you.

“My love, you can always tell me anything. You are too caring for your own good sometimes, you know that? This is my fault, I shouldn’t have been so shortsighted, so its up to me to make it up to you.”

“Robert, you don’t have to…”

“This weekend we’ll stay here, we’ll have some people over to the apartment, your people, and we’ll do whatever you want for an evening. You know what, I can clear out for the evening and leave you in peace if you like.” He could tell from your smile that you had other ideas.

“Or you could stay and join in with the madness, you do owe me afterall and I think you could make it up to me by proving to Luke that you aren’t an old man. Maybe then he’ll stop taking the mick out of me.”

“I could probably do with a good shafting anyway,” he acquiesced. “So, will you forgive me for being so hopeless.”

“Only if you cover up the raid the boys did the other day on the chemistry department.”

“What raid?”

“They have a habit of setting off homemade fireworks at parties.”

“They are not setting off fireworks in my house…” You stood on your toes then, closing the gap to silence him with a kiss.

“Dr Oppenheimer, my party, my rules!”

#cillian murphy #oppenheimer #american prometheus #1950s #oppenheimer x reader #cillian murphy x reader #christopher nolan #j robert oppenheimer #tommy shelby #j robert oppenheimer x reader #tumblr polls #oppie

[hughes43]

don't fade - Jamie Drysdale

a/n: first of the in our own sweet time fic list! wanted to get this out relatively quick, since I'm not sure when ill be free to do the next one. anywho, hope yall enjoy, lmk your thoughts!

Jamie wasn't actually sure how he had managed to land the girl in his bed. He questioned it months ago when she had agreed to the first date, and he questioned it today when she lay wrapped in his arms, yet to wake. She was truly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and everyone knew it, hell, he was hardly the one to make the first move all that time ago. 

It was only when Trevor obnoxiously pushed him into her direction that he felt he couldnt back down from the opportunity - clearly not used to talking to girls just yet, you took pity on the poor boy and initiated a simple conversation. The conversation turned into an exchange of numbers, texts turned into phone calls, and finally he managed to ask you out on an official first date. 

Despite being in a relationship for months, a relationship which was by far the most secure and stable one he had ever been in, he wasn’t immune to the remarks his teammates made. It wasn’t anything major, just a comment here and there about how she was far too good fo him, how she would be the one to break his heart or how he was too boring for her spontaneous lifestyle. Jamie was smart, he knew otherwise, he knew that he never had a reason to worry, and you were perfectly happy in the bubble the two of you had created. 

Yet here he was, lying in bed, holding you, plagued by these small and inconsequential comments. Yet right in this moment, they didn’t feel so inconsequential. They actually felt like a massive weight on his chest. It was like you could sense the tension radiating from him, you woke up offering him a soft smile while your eyes adjusted to the light coming from the window. 

“Mornin’ Jam” your voice was thick with sleep, he rubbed small shapes into the small of your back in response. When you finally lifted your head to look at his face, you saw how tired he looked, “did you not sleep well?” He looked down at you, mulling over a response for a moment, “took me a while to fall asleep… had alot on my mind I guess”. 

A look of concern fell across your features, his shoulder had healed up nicely, he was going home to see his family in a few weeks, and you knew for a fact that he, Trevor, and yourself had made plans to meet up multiple times in the off-season, so you knew that there shouldn’t be alot of things on his mind, not big enough to keep him awake anyway. “Whats up?” the question fell off your lips quietly, if your face wasn’t inches away from his, he probably wouldnt have heard it. 

There were a few things he could say. He could say it was nothing, because it felt like it was nothing. He thought about lying, maybe saying something about team negotiations, or he could tell you the truth, that he was feeling insecure. He decided on the first option “nothin’, go back to sleep”. He gave you that small stupid half-smile that made you melt, probably as an attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere. You remained unconvinced. “I feel like its not nothing, Jam”. His eyes fell to the wall above your head, suddenly embarrassed in the vulnerable position he put himself in. “y/n, do you like me?” you giggled at his question, without taking the moment to think about it “yeah, of course i like you”. Now he was looking right at you, his cheeks slightly pink “but, do you like, like me?” the question hung in the air, your brows furrowed, of course you liked him, you might even love him, but it felt too early to say that. 

You thought about the way he made you feel, about how your stomach always hurt around him and no one else from laughter, about how safe he made you feel and how you knew exactly when he was thinking about you. The silence that followed his question was the loudest thing he had ever heard, it was a simple question, why were you taking so long to answer? “Yeah, Jamie, I like - like you, maybe a bit extra” he let out an audible breath, which brought the smile back to your face, and you felt his body underneath yours relax. “Okay, just wanted to make sure”. 

You stared at him, silently urging him to continue “its just.. The boys, they say those things, that sound like you’ll leave me and break my heart, cause they think your too good for me” his confession of insecurity killed you inside. Bringing yourself up and resting your elbows on either side of his torso, you looked directly into his eyes. “I dont really care what they say, I like you, and I’m gonna stay as long as you let me”. For the first time all morning, his smile met his eyes, you could basically see the idiotic comment formulating in his brain “Even when Trevor makes that stupid comment about a y/n sized space in his big empty bed” he accentuated the last few words as a feeble attempt to mock his roommate. “I think the y/n sized spot in this bed is more comfortable”. 

Silence once again filled the room, this time it felt more comfortable, yet you took the chance to reassure him further. “Jam, if I liked Trevor or anyone else, I would be with them, I like you, and I want to stay right here with you”. You poked his bare chest to really send the point home. Jamie placed his hands on your waist and swiftly flipped the two of you over, his body hovering over yours “That's good, you're the only girl I want right here”. His lips settled into the sweet spot on your neck, telling you that you would be in bed for a while longer. 

#jamie drysdale #anaheim ducks #nhl fic #nhl imagine #ioost fics

[timeskip]

Kalluto & Illumi drabble, 700 words exactly.

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Illumi stands with his hands loose at his sides, hair flowing out into the open air. Kalluto watches him from closer to the door; the railing is high above the ocean, and Kalluto feels nervous despite himself.

“How have you been?” Illumi asks, turning his face towards Kalluto.

Kalluto blinks. They’ve been in silence for so long that he hadn’t expected anything from Illumi—they’re not close, barely brothers at all compared to their connections with Killua. “I’m well,” he says, softly. “The Phantom Troupe treats me well.”

Illumi hums.

“What about you?” Kalluto asks, out of obligation more than anything. The veneer of politeness disappears quickly, though—he’s good at twisting knives both physical and metaphorical. “I thought Father said to stay away from the Spiders, so why did you come?”

“Says the one who joined them,” Illumi says with a smile. Teasing, maybe, but his tone doesn’t come across.

Kalluto doesn’t wince. “Mother gave me permission.”

“Of course.”

“That doesn’t explain you,” Kalluto says. He and Illumi have spent years circling around each other in the Zoldyck mansion, so they know how to exist near each other—but since Kalluto left there’s been a heavy fog on all his interactions with his family.

Something he doesn’t want to think about.

Kalluto remembers being little and watching Illumi leave, just like most of the family did—assassinations take time away from the mansion, and Illumi was so good at it even before Kalluto followed suit. That was normal, and Kalluto has never minded being left with the butlers, or staying with his mother.

Back then, Kalluto had never watched Illumi kill anyone. Even when Illumi taught Kalluto how to start honing his Nen, it was built off expectations for Kalluto’s future, a future which Illumi had already reached.

All those expectations were funneled into Killua—and where did that lead them? Kalluto tries not to think about Killua leaving the family, running off with friends. Killua was allowed to come back and then vanish again; it makes an ugly feeling rise in Kalluto’s throat.

Illumi watches him silently for too long, enough to make Kalluto’s skin itch. His eyes are blank as always.

“Anyway,” Kalluto says, eyes pinned on the horizon. “Even if you’re here for Hisoka, it’s fine if you stay after we get rid of him. I’m sure the boss will accept you.”

“You really do talk like a Spider, Kalluto,” Illumi sighs.

Kalluto doesn’t look at him. This is a betrayal of the family—even if Mother gave permission, Father never has. Someday, Kalluto will be called back and forced to leave the Phantom Troupe. He’ll go back to that mansion, and maybe—just maybe—his brother will be back too by then. Things will slot back into place with Kalluto in the destiny he was born for, the thing which Illumi and their mother trained them for.

“I’m not staying,” Illumi says. “After I get what I need from Hisoka, there’s no need for me to play games with Chrollo—I just help him out when he needs me.”

“I understand.” Illumi is different from Kalluto. They’ve known this from the start.

“You, on the other hand,” Illumi adds, “are an actual member. You’re free to stay if you wish, of course—but Mother does miss you.”

Kalluto’s heart tightens into a knot. “I know,” he says. He loves Mother, had wanted to follow behind her skirt for the rest of his life. This is what made him feel worthy, once. But now, with the Phantom Troupe—now, with his whole life in front of him—

Kalluto turns his head toward the door. “I’ll consider leaving with you, when this is over.”

Illumi makes an approving noise—the same noise he used to make to Kalluto when he was able to use Zetsu with ease, a skill that would be perfect for assassinations. “You’re a good kid, Kalluto.”

Kalluto ducks his head. “Thank you.”

But he doesn’t feel as thankful as he wants to. He feels a bit like he’s spinning in circles, dizzy in the presence of someone so familiar, someone who took care of him, but never cared for him. As quickly as he can, he slips out the door and away from his brother.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #kalluto zoldyck #illumi zoldyck #my writing #writted for the greed island server challenge!! i've never participated before but it was fun and i'll def do it again!!! #peten don't look

[127luvr]

yoo can i request a mark lee (nct) x male reader where mark is basically the reader’s muse when it comes to writing lyrics and stuff. btw the reader is also in nct and since he and mark are the same age, they go to each other a lot for music advice. basically one day the reader asks mark to fetch something from his studio and then goes cuz mark seems to be taking too long, and like sees mark hold a page full of lyrics that can be read as a full on confession. and it’s super obvious that the subject in question is mark lee. and things get a bit angsty after, and yeah everything is up to you!!

Sorry, Heart

Mark Lee x Male Reader

No one is prone to Mark Lee’s charms. His soft brown eyes that follow where you go as if you’re the most important thing in the world at any given moment. His sharp cheekbones that carve out the rest of his soft face. And his nose—the faint wrinkles permanently on his face from where it scrunches up when he laughs or when he simply doesn’t know how else to express himself.

You thought you were different—the relationship between the two of you from the start was sweet. It was long nights in each other’s studios sharing unfinished melodies and lyrics. He was always there whenever you felt stuck while producing your own music. Always there when one of your ideas was turned down by management because it didn’t suit the group. And so were you.

You felt relieved when Mark came to you with his music and questions. It reminded you that Mark was human. That you could help him just as much as he’d help you. So you didn’t know when it happened. When the platonic feelings turned romantic.

It was a random Thursday night in your studio. The LED strips all around the small room transitioning from color to color every few seconds. The two of you were sitting on the (f/c) couch, sharing snacks—occasionally brushing hands when reaching for the same ones. Your (e/c) eyes had run up his hand—to his arm—to his shoulder—all the way to his face. His side profile was suddenly different, the blue reflecting off of his cheekbone hitting your eyes as if it were glowing. You felt your heartbeat quicken—a wave of butterflies hitting from the bottom of your feet to the top of your head.

Oh no.

Mark was all you could think about these days—the stack of papers scattered around your studio filled with lyrics that alluded to Mark in every way you could phrase your feelings being more than enough evidence to support it. Channeling all of your romantic feelings into songwriting helped hide your feelings around him. It helped you appear normal in the face of Mark Lee. Even when he genuinely complimented your musical ability and all you wanted to do was kiss his pink lips.

“(Y/n).” Mark waves a hand in your face to catch your attention, the beige guitar in his free hand hanging from his index and middle fingers. “Are you there?” You whisper a small apology, swallowing hard when he offers you a smile. “I was wondering if you had a guitar pick in your studio?”

“Yeah, actually.” You pause, looking around the room. “You’re gonna have to go though, I’m too comfortable. And while you’re there can you get me my headphones—they should be on the desk—if not—”

“I’ll find them.”

Mark is in your studio for a second before he notices the sheets of paper balled up and thrown around the room. A smile meets his eyes before his lips as he looks around fondly, picking a sheet up that seems to be blacked out with ink. The words going from line to line to sideways along the page. He flips the page, the smile faltering from his lips when he gets to read the mix of English and Korean lyrics. These scenarios and descriptions sounding a little too familiar for his liking. Mark sits himself down, picking up another page of lyrics. It puts him in another perspective—one that views him as if he were some godly being.

You kick your feet out, checking the clock in Mark’s studio to make sure that time was passing as you waited for Mark. You let your mind wander for a little, giving him more than enough time to grab the guitar pick—find your headphones and walk back from across the building. After the long hand on the clock passes the five, you get up, sighing as you make sure you lock Mark’s studio before you stomped your way towards your own studio.

“Mark Lee—”

He was sitting with his elbows to his knees—eyebrows furrowed as he read your lyrics before you came in. You snatch the sheet of lyrics from his hand, breath quickening as he got up from the couch trying to get you to take slower breaths. You scan the lyrics with your eyes, balling up the paper before throwing it towards your computer screen. He knew. He was too smart not to figure it out.

“Mark. Mark that was private. That wasn’t—those were my lyrics to share with you when I was comfortable enough.” Mark struggles to string words together, his mouth suddenly betraying every thought that crossed his mind. “Get out.”

“(Y/n).”

“Mark. Get out while I’m being nice.”

He waits outside of your studio door, pacing back and forth as the (Y/n/n)’s studiooooo~ sign stares down at him. He searches the ends of his mind to find what to say to you—something he’s never had to do because everything that concerned you came so easy to him. He chooses to run to his studio, silently thanking you when he turns the knob to find it locked. He walks in and out—carrying a blue journal tightly in his hand as he ran back towards you.

The knocking startles you a little. It’s so faint—timid even as he knocks again to make sure you heard it.

“(Y/n). I have something to show you.” You open the heavy door, choosing to sit back down on your couch instead of greeting him warmly as you normally would. He closes the door behind him and immediately you spot the journal in his hands.

“You have a key, Mark.” He cringes a little, upset at himself for making your voice so small in your own studio. He sits on the opposite end of the couch—one that the two of you had shared many times before so comfortably suddenly so cold and empty. He holds out the journal in front of him, giving himself a pep talk whenever he opens it to one of the first pages.

“I didn’t want to just come in.” He brings the journal between the two of you, leaning it more towards you. “You’re not the only one, (Y/n).”

You read the date on top of the page, surprised to find that it was the day the two of you met. Without taking the journal from him, you scoot closer, squinting your eyes to read the scribble of mostly English lyrics written all around the page. He skips a few pages, making a point to show the dates as he goes deeper into the journal.

“They’re all—”

“About you.” Mark looks up from his journal, again staring at you as if you were the only person on the planet. “You’re my muse, (Y/n). From the start. Those lyrics you wrote about me—I’m so glad that you have found something in me as I have in you.”

#mark lee #mark lee nct #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #mark lee x male reader #nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct u x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #x male reader #hi 😆 #tyyyyy for requesting I’m prettyyyy sure you’re the one that requested the one with JISUNG #if not that’s awkward… hehe #still I loved this request I’m loving Mark Lee lately #<3

[karolinswritings]

Hi!! Could you do an Alphonse Elric X fem!reader that is an historian? Like, they meet during his travels and fell in love. You can choose what you want to write, like his courting, how they would work together, or him presenting reader to his family. I hope everything is ok. Thank you!!

Hi! Thank you very much for your request, I honestly like the idea a lot, as I myself am fond of history. Thank you for giving me so much freedom on what to write too! (I went all out on this one) I think it will be best if Alphonse is around 19/20 years old in this scenario though, assuming that Reader is over 18 to be a historian. Hopefully that is okay. Feel free to tell me if I assumed incorrectly.

Fullmetal Alchemist SFW Headcanons: Alphonse Elric X fem!Reader who is a historian

I can honestly see Alphonse and Reader meeting in one of two ways. Eighter he is doing research on the history of the records regarding the philosopher's stone and he goes straight to Reader's workplace to ask her about it personally, as she is a historian, or he goes into the local library and starts flipping through the pages of every book that might have information on the topic, and him and Reader meet there.

In the first scenario, assuming Reader works in an alchemist university/academy, he would probably feel quite shy and nervous about meeting up with her. Walking around the spacious halls of the academy, filled with top students and respected professors, he would definitely feel a little intimidated and out-of-place. Despite that, as soon as he notices Reader's name on her office door, he would take a deep breath and confidently knock - he came all the way here and he's come for important information too- so he can't back down now. He would take a deep breath, raise his head up and press on the door handle, gathering all of his confidence, filling his mind with positive thoughts:

"She is a historian, that's her job, so she must be pretty well-informed on the topic. I should be thankful I have the chance to meet her. She also sounded pretty nice on the phone yesterday. So I am sure she will be happy to answer my questions. I have no reason to be nervous. I am competent enough myself on the topic about the philosopher's stone, so I shouldn't be so anxious. I know what to say and what I want to know."

As soon as he enters her office though - mind blank. I will stick with Reader being a very well-put-together woman and respectively - her office would reflect that - tall, wooden bookshelves filled to the rim with thick, hard cover books, her sitting at her desk, positioned in the middle of the room, a cup of coffee on her left side, a pile of documens awaiting her signature on her right side, a black-ink pen in her hand and a concentrated expression on her face. Breathing in the scent of old books and hot coffee, as well as her elegant perfume, he would immidiently loose his cool and freeze in his spot, not knowing how to even introduce himself at that point. Nervousness would take the best of him. Despite that, I see the situation taking a turn - her letting go of her pen and moving the documemts to the side, signalling that her attention is now on him, and her welcoming gaze meeting his, along with a soft smile and the following words:

"You must be Alphonse Elric, correct? We had a phone call yesterday at noon. It's exactly 2 o'clock, you came right on time!"

Reader's welcoming demeanor and soft gaze would not only help him instantly relax and remember all that he wanted to say to her, but also cause a new thought pop up in his mind, the last thing he had tought he would think of her. Professional? Put-together? Elegant? Those were all words that popped up in his mind as soon as he walked in, and he was fine with them - they were all reasonable and he very much expected her to be like that. But that one, he suprised himself with:

"Oh wow, she's beautiful.."

Of course, he would ignore that last one immideately - he must focus on what he had originally come for - information on the philosopher's stone.

Despite that, her easy-going personality and friendly demeanour would be of too much help to him - not only is he relaxed enough to ask her all about the stone and its' origins, but to even ask her to meet informally - of course, not romanically (yet), but simply in a more informal setting - like a cafe.

And that is on how they meet according to my first scenario. Now, on the other hand, if they meet at a library, things would take a slightly different turn.

Now, on the second scenario, I can imagine it going eighter like this: Reader notcing that Alphonse is flipping through various books and is visibly struggling to find what he is looking for, and she respectively decides to help him out:

"Looking for something specific? I am familiar with the history section, let me help you."

Or the following: Alphonse noticing that Reader is in the same library section as him and is visibly well-oriented, so he decides to ask for her assistance:

"Excuse me, I appologise for the interruption, but could you please help me find books that might contain information on the philosopher's stone?"

In both scenarios, I see the thought "Oh wow, she's beautiful.." passing through his mind as soon as he lays his eyes on her.

From here on, regarding how he fell in love and his courting, I think after going out with her a few times and talking not only about the stone and alchemy but about various matters, he would fall in love with her pretty quickly - I see him as a love-at-first-sight type of person. But one thing that would make him fall even deeper would be her intelligence. I am sure he would be intimidated by it in the beginning, but would gradually become mesmrised and extremely attracted by how intelligent she is.

He would deffinitely take her out a few times to the same cafe, getting to know what she usually orders - what she likes and doesn't like, and would eventually ask her out on a date to a place he specifically picked out for her - for example a sweets shop if she has a sweet tooth, a specific type of resturant, a park or even on a picnic in the forest if she is into that. He would give his all on their first date.

About asking her out on a romantic date for the first time, he would definitely be nervous. He would be looking in her eyes with all the hope in the world, begging to hear the word "yes".

Now, as soon as they get together, I see him as someone who would let her take the lead. Generally I don't think he is a natural leader, but that doesn't mean he won't take the lead when needed - he willl put lots of effort into making suprises for her or taking her out to a new place, and all of that will be planned and arranged by him alone.

I am sure he would be into praise. Especially considering that Reader is a historian. If she praises his knowledge and the amount of effort him and Ed have put into their research on the stone, he would be jumping from happiness on the inside. On the outside though - keeping it lowkey, a simple "thank you" and a smile, maybe a pink blush.

I think he would become a regular to her office in the academy and his kind nature would make most of the students, professors and personal love him. Most would even start calling him Al.

Now, about presenting Reader to his family, that would mean Edward, Winrey and Winrey's grandma. I honestly see him as not telling Ed about Reader at all. Like, literally, not a word.

"Al, who's that woman you were with today? I saw you two earlier at the town square."

"Oh, she's a historian from the academy. Helps me with research."

Period. Maybe even switiching the topic to something that would catch Ed's attention to make him forget about Reader.

The reason for that is, I think Al would be worried that Edward might embarass him in front of Reader and that is not something he wants at all. Even though he knows she would accept him no matter what, he would want to look cool in front of her. So Edward would be the last to get to know about their relationship. (and would most likely be very suprised)

Winrey and grandma though? They would know every single detail. He would call Winrey at least once a day to ask her for advice on what to get Reader, where to take them and pretty much anything that comes up in his mind. He would want to be sure that he is doing everything right and there is nothing better than the opinion of another woman.

"She would know what Reader will like the most, I should call her."

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist headcanons #homunculus #fullmetal alchemist envy #anime headcanons #roy mustang #alphonse elric #headcanons #shonen anime #x reader #anime and manga #anime #manga #fem reader #taking requests #envy x reader #fma fanfiction #fanfic #fmab fanfiction #writing requests #reqs open #request

[so-many-fandoms-here]

(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)

• Characters: Shuntarō Chishiya, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: reader is hurt, mentions of blood

Trust me

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

„Fuck fuck fuck“, you hiss as you drag yourself through the halls of the beach, leaving a small trail of blood behind you. Towards the end of the game you just come from you stepped in a trap. Luckily you did manage to release yourself on your own, but still you need to clean the wound as soon as possible, otherwise it will end ugly.

When you arrive your door, you feel like you’re already walking for hours and the pain is increasing with every breath you take. Just as you pull out your keys for your room a familiar voice suddenly sounds right beside you. „Need help?“

You wince, almost dropping your key. „Chishiya“, you cuss. „You need to stop sneaking around. I might get a heart attack one day!“

„Before that happens you might die from a septic shock“, he replies and points to your leg, voice monotonous. „You got anything you could clean that with?“

You unlock your door and shrug with your shoulders. „Water and soap.“ A sigh leaves the mans lips. „You will get yourself killed. Wait here.“ That said he turns around and walks off.

You do as told. Complaining needs energy and you have no idea where the fuck you could take that energy from now.

A minute later Chishiya is back with disinfectant and bandages. „Come on“, he commands and you follow him into your room. He closes the door behind you and points to your bed, obviously wanting you to sit down. Slowly you sink down on your bed, eyes not leaving the blonde man that now kneels before you.

„This will burn“, he warns and without giving you time to prepare he pours the disinfectant on your leg. You hiss and clench your fists as hard as you can. Then he uses the disinfectant on his hands, opens up a small see through package and takes the bandage into his hand. With skillful hands he wraps the white fabric over your wound, then another one.

„I don’t have any gauze bandages but this will do it too“, he speaks after he finished wrapping up your leg. „Thank you“, you whisper. Chishiya stands up, just to sit down again on the bed right beside you. „Does anything else hurts?“ You shake your head no, then you feel the back of his hands laying on your forehead and your cheek. „You have a flashlight? I want to make sure your not having a concussion.“

Without waiting for an answer he stands up and scans your room. „I’m fine“ Your tries to convince him have no use. It almost seems like he’s worried or something like that. It makes a smile creep on your face. The imagination of someone caring for you was a nice change in your day.

„Chishiya, please sit down. You’re driving me crazy!“ He stops for a second, then he turns around and walks back to you. „Sorry. Force of habit“, he sighs as sinks down next to you again.

„Force of habit? You’re a doctor or something?“ You want to tease him a bit, but when he actually answers with a yes you are too stunned to speak.

„Back in the real world I was in fact a doctor. At least almost. An intern in the last year“, he continues. You tilt your head slightly and suddenly you think about the thing Arisu told you about his friend and how he desperately searched for a doctor. „Why didn’t you help Arisus friend?“, you ask, actually interested. He helped you without batting an eyelash.

But Chishiya only shrugs. „I think because I didn’t care about that guy. He wouldn’t have been any use for me anyways.“

Even though you already know Chishiya well enough that statements like this don’t shock you anymore, you still are surprised. He kind of admitted that he cares about you. Now it isn’t a speculation of your mind and desires anymore, it’s an actual fact. You can not help but to smile. It was a teasing and knowing smile but at the same time an honored and happy smile.

„So you think I am useful? For what?“ Mocking people is in your nature and now is one of the moments where you notice that you just can’t help it. It’s way too much fun. Despite the heat on his cheeks, Chishiya doesn’t let his guard down and keeps acting cool. He turns his head to you again and you clearly feel the tension between you two. „I don’t know“, he breathes. „I just have the feeling you will be.“ His face was only a few inches away from yours and his eyes seem to study your whole face. „Therefore you can’t just die. It’s giving and taking. I give you my hand and you take it.“

A giggle left your throat. „Why should I trust you?“, you continue your teasing. „Thats on you“, he replies. „But it might be positive for both of us if you did.“

If your smile could get any wider, it would, but your face muscles are already at their limit. „So you want me to trust you?“, you whisper.

„Yeah“, Chishiya whispers back, his eyes now looking into yours, instead of scanning your face.

Everything in you screams. Everything in you wants to press your lips onto his, but still you hesitate. What if he doesn’t want it? You two just gotten closer and the last thing you want is to ruin it. But being so close to him is so seductive. The feeling of his breath, his skin on yours, those dark eyes burning into your own. Chishiya is beyond handsome; he’s beautiful.

„May I?“ His voice calls you out of your dreaming back into reality and as you notice that his eyes flicker down to your lips you can’t hold yourself anymore and crash your lips on his.

Slowly your lips move against each others and you feel yourself falling back in a trance, drunk from his kisses.

„Guess now I have to trust you“ you whisper against his lips, not waiting for an answer before you start to kiss him again.

#aib #alice in borderland #fanfiction #alice in borderland x reader #x reader #alice in borderland x y/n #aib x reader #aib x y/n #shuntaro chishiya x reader #shunatro chishiya #alice in borderland chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #fluff #chishiya fluff #alice in borderland fluff

[system-of-a-feather]

Before I go to the gym I did want to ramble a bit on this since I usually talk about it in a very "haha ego" tone, but honestly, having very intense and strong violent fantasies and urges and a trauma-centered/functioned thirst, joy, and high in violence in a world where that isn't good or okay and there are Laws because it is a Society honestly is really annoying and sucks.

Like its easy to paint those as "owo evil psychopath" and its easy (I guess) with the radical valid uwu-ness fo the internet to write that off "uwu poor violent meow wow" but imo neither of them really are right.

Cause I'm not so stuck in my trauma that I don't realize that the world I was made for is an outlier and not representative of what it really is; and I'm not so stuck that I don't realize that following that trauma-driven need and high is only going to get me in places that my trauma would have wanted me to be in. I'm not gonna do it because I know that is "what my trauma would have wanted" and because its not going to help me; but I'm also not this innocent bun for having this either nor am I bluffing how intensely I want to go run off on them sometimes.

It sucks that something I have formed such an intense joy and positive emotional relationship to - something that brings me such fun an excitement from my childhood - is something that is both illegal, self destructive and forbidden. It's not needed anymore so the very thing I was formed to do and favorite joy in life is Not Allowed Anymore because it would be harmful to our life.

Violence, life-death crisis, and coming out on top of all of those is a childhood high of mine - arguably the majority of what I as a part remember growing up with. It's a huge part of my identity and an original large part of what brought me joy "in my childhood" and to be a functioning human out of a trauma environment and to do the best by my system and myself I've had to agree to swear off and leave all the plans I had growing up as "fantasies and ideation" and while I am MORE than willing and glad to sign up on it - that doesn't remove how much it sucks to throw a lot of the shit that brought you joy and excitement growing up and stuff that has become such a large part of your identity and life aside and start from scratch.

I'm already throwing away like 20 years of identity shaping life experiences aside to learn to live a better life for myself and my parts. I'm already exhibiting such restraint and mature growth and honestly thats why its a large reason about why I am so loudly honest about those fantasies and feelings.

If I am not allowed to act on it and I have to forfeit what was my childhood happiness and joy - then the very least I should be allowed to do is be honest and free to talk about them.

If anyone wants to tell me that I can't say that shit or I have to hide it or whatever, they are officially asking too much from me and I think they're overstepping boundaries because I am ALREADY doing a lot to be an acceptable human being and to recover. If someone wants me to still do that and hide and pretend to be better than I am, then I often just feel like I should jsut throw out ALL that Ive been giving up and just go have fun cause people will keep asking for more than I naturally can provide. Of course, even when I feel like that, I still can't and won't cause I owe it to my system more than I owe it to myself and more than I find myself annoyed and pissed with the boundary being crossed - and instead I tend to just block and remove said person from my life but ya know.

Like yes I am intensely loud about this and it might look like Im overplaying it because no one who actually thinks and has those would be so loud and obvious about it - but thats the whole point. I'm saying it to cope with the fact I won't do it. It's an alternative.

But anyways, I digress.

Evil Alter Rights matter too, man. Evil Alter Rights matter too. /mostly joking

-XIV

#alter: xiv #feel free to reblog and add if you feel #violent impulses #homicidal ideation #aspd #aspd tw #violence tw

[mischiefmanaged71]

The Love Hypothesis (8/22) - Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

A/N: AU! Stephen Strange is a Professor/Doctor at Columbia University and reader is a Ph.D. student (Reader - 28, Stephen - 34). Credits to Ali Hazelwood for the original story. This work is a piece of fiction. I have no ownership over anything, this is ff.

Pairing: Stephen Strange X FEM! Reader

Word Count: K

Series Masterlist

Y/N pressed the button and recorded the absorbance from the spectrophotometer. She monotonously moved from the bench to her notes, typing in the observations and recordings periodically. For the past few hours, it was slow and a dull crawl through her work for the day. With the quiet from her phone, she was in her own thoughts for the first time in a while. A sombre feeling resided in her chest as she felt her absence hit even further. Making it this far along in her research pushed Y/N to continue, forgoing sleep most nights.

Left alone with the familiar feelings of reminiscing as the patter of the rain led into a hammering thunder in her ears as she peered out the window. She sighed, closing her eyes as she prospect of trying to ride her bike in this ran came to her. She was better off walking through the downpour, than riding. Once she was down with her experiments, she cleaned and deposited all her equipment, shutting the lights off to make her way to the front. With nothing to shade but her coat, keys and phone, she ducked her head and braced under the downpour. Soon enough her entire head and shirt were soaked, the only dry part being her underclothes clutching to warmth. 

The icy grasp of the rain seeped through her clothes soon enough and that feeling of warmth definitively left as soon as the shivering began. The sound of the rain battered in her ears as she squinted ahead the path as she light began to dip beneath the horizon. Something else reached her ears as she turned to see a car sliding up next to her on the road. The driver’s side opened and a figure got out, jogging around to her. She squinted and looked up at Stephen, now also being soaked by the rain. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Saving you from the rain?” he responded, his hands down at his side. His posture was slightly rigid being battered by the cold droplets. His head dipped down, looking down at her, the hair plastered to her face.

She shook her head, the glimpse of a smile on her face “You’re soaking wet now.”

“We both are.” he countered.

“You’ll get sick.”

“I guess we’ll do that together too. Come on.” he wore a teasing smile, watching as she almost tutted at his behaviour, allowing him to tug her toward the car. He opened the door for her and she climbed in before he shut it and followed on his side. They both shivered, Y/N pushing her hair back consciously to compose herself. She shivered, Stephen immediately securing his seatbelt and the heating.

“Thanks.”

Stephen looked over at her, the glimpse of a soft smile “It’s okay. What were you doing in the rain?”

“Free shower.” she remarked, catching the snort he let out, “I got caught up at the lab before the downpour began. Couldn’t exactly take my bike.”

“You could’ve called me.” he glanced over at her. 

“I couldn’t.” she shook her head, a flush of her cheeks from the cold.

“Why not?” he asked.

She paused, thinking it over. Because that would mean spending more time with you. It would go over the whole concept of the fake-dating scenario. “I guess I’ve gotten used to it. Not relying on anyone but myself.”

“It’s not an inconvenience to me. To make sure you’re okay.” 

And her head shot up from her hands to look at the side profile of his face as he kept his eyes on the road. It felt hard to breath as his words stirred something in her chest. It was a kindness no one had devoted just for her. Not in this way.

"Right. That's your job." She chuckled.

He hummed, still looking at the road.

"As my boyfriend." her smiled quirked, "You must have some kind of intuition for it."

"For what exactly?" He asked.

"Showing up at the right moment." She chuckled, "It's like you're always there when it all goes wrong."

"You saying I'm the reason it goes wrong or-"

"No," she shook her head, "Not really."

"It's..." She trailed off.

"Strange?"

"You did not just say that." She laughed, "And here I thought you're sense of humour was broken."

Stephen's grin fell back slowly as he captured her happiness in a glimpse.

She wasn’t sure how to reply as Stephen looked over at her as they came to a stop. “Stephen...”

He turned to her, caught up in her gaze as she stared at him with an expectant look. Y/N watched him pause and open his mouth to speak what was on his mind. He stopped and turned to the window, “This is your stop, right?”

Her face dropped and she nodded, glancing outside before looking back at him. She saw the relaxed way Stephen sat back in his seat. The natural sweep of his hair falling onto his forehead which she held herself back from fixing. Y/N found herself entranced in Stephen’s cerulean eyes as he stared back at her, the pattering of the rain against the roof rushing in her ears. Each breath audible from her mouth as she took him in. Stephen leaned forward, his mouth open to say something before he paused. 

“I know sometimes it can be difficult to ask for help. You can’t but feel like no one will be there."

"I don’t want you to ever feel that way.” 

Y/N tilted her head as she listened to him, eyes burning. It was probably the warmth of the heat brushing her eyes causing them to water. 

“I’ll still be here after...all of this. If you want.” he promised, watching her face for signs of her reaction. His breath brushed her face and eyes flickered between his eyes and lips. The close proximity of their faces was a dangerous game as she promised herself not to press herself closer.

She closed her eyes, nodding “I’d like that.”

“Thanks again. Night, Stephen.” exiting the car and clutching her fists tightly as the warmth of his presence left with yet another encounter.

***

Saturday, 6:27pm

From: Y/N-Y/L/[email protected]

To: [email protected]

Hi, Tom

Here is my finished report with the detailed description of everything I have done so far, my thoughts on the future direction and any inquiries into resources I'll need along the way. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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Today, 2:38pm

From: [email protected]

To: Y/N-Y/L/[email protected]

Y/N,

I've read your report. Do you think you could come over to Stephen's to chat about it? Maybe tomorrow morning around 9? Were leaving Wednesday afternoon.

TP

At the request, Y/N felt her heart thundering in her chest. Immediately, she rushed to her phone.

Y/N: Tom just invited me to your place to talk about the report. Is it okay if I come over?

Stephen: Of course. When?

Y/N: Tomorrow at 9 a.m. Will you be home?

Stephen: I should be. There aren't any bike lanes near my house. I can pick you up.

The thought enticed her too much, causing to default to the safest option.

Y/N: I can get my roommate to drop me off, but thanks for offering.

***

Sam dropped her off right outside the big Spanish colonial house with the big arched windows and crisp white walls. Y/N looked up at the tall columns as she walked along the brick path to the porch when a voice cut her off. Stephen was behind her, in shorts and a t-shirt, clearly back from a run. She wondered what music was playing through his Airpods. Definitely not anything she would be able to guess. She would delight in messing with his Spotify listening, though.

"You okay?"

"Um, yeah. Sam just dropped me off." She tugged the strap of her backpack.

"Did you find it alright?" He stepped next to her, pulling his Airpods out.

"Yeah, I was just about to knock." She shrugged with an anxious smile.

"No need." He opened the door for her, waiting for her to step through. "Tom is probably this way."

He led her through the spacious entry hall and through another set of doors to the kitchen. Tom sat at the breakfast bar on his laptop, looking up at their arrival.

"Hey, Y/N. Thanks for coming. I wasn't sure if we would get to discuss the report before leaving so this is good timing. Sit."

Stephen left the room, probably to shower, and Y/N felt her heart drop. At the finality of the meeting. This would decide whether or not she could continue her research next year at Harvard.

"I need you to clarify a few things so I can understand your protocols."

When Stephen returned twenty minutes later, she didn't feel any brighter as she wrapped up her explanation and Tom typed his notes.

"Whenever you're done, I can give you a ride back to campus, Y/N."

"We're done." Tom said, shutting the computer, "She's all yours."

Y/N felt herself numbly stand from the seat, unsure of what to do next.

"Are you ready to go?" He grabbed her bag from the floor.

"Sure." She replied, although the sudden urge to cry came through with the stinging in her eyes. "Bye, Tom. It was nice meeting you. Have a safe flight home."

"Likewise." He said.

She felt an insurmountable weight on her shoulders, pressing down as she followed Stephen out. Stupid, stupid. There was probably something lacking in there-

"Oh, and Y/N-"

She paused and looked back into the kitchen.

"I'll see you next year at Harvard."

Her heart rate spiked at the realisation, a swelling feeling in her chest. The joy was overwhelming, splitting a smile on her face "I can't wait. Thank you."

Y/N waited until they were outside until she gasped and clutched her head with a breathy laugh. Stephen watched her literally jump for joy.

"You done?" He stood there with arms crossed, watching her with a pensive look as he tapped his finger on his bicep. Would it have been anyone else, she might have been embarassed. In the excitement, she threw her arms around him in joy. She sighed and he accepted the hug, pulling her in.

"Congratulations." He whispered.

"Thanks."

They got in Stephen's car and once they started driving, she turned to him, still buzzing with excitement.

"I can't believe I'm going to Harvard."

"They're lucky to have you there." Stephen smiled, "He'd be an idiot not to accept you."

"Did he tell you?"

"No," he replied, "We haven't spoken about you."

"Why?"

"Unspoken agreement. It would probably be a conflict of interest."

"Oh, right." She sighed, relaxing into the seat.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." She replied, turning to look at him.

"Why Harvard? There are lots of cancer labs in the US."

She shrugged, "I contacted lots of people. Tom was the first response. The only one who answered."

"Hey, why don't professors answer student emails?" She retorted.

"Because we get about two-hundred of the same iteration of why do I have a C-minus?" He grew quiet, "My advice. Get your advisor to reach out for you."

"Well, I'm just glad this worked out. Its a great lab and Tom's work is renowned. The amount of work I could do with their resources is limitless." She grinned.

"What's your grant about, anyway?"

"Cell-based models."

"Off-lattice?"

He nodded.

"New stuff."

"It's definitely the most interesting project I'm working on so far."

"What's wrong with your other projects?"

"Mostly genetic stuff. It's just-after then years of the same thing, it was-"

"Dull." She finished.

"I considered going into industry for a brief moment."

She leaned forward in shock.

"Tom saved the day. We brainstormed a new research project and worked towards it. That's how we came up with the grant."

"It must be nice. To finally be excited about work again."

"It's good. Academia takes a lot from you. More than it's worth, sometimes. It can be difficult to stick around without a good reason to keep doing it."

Y/N nodded, although his statement brought her back to a familiar night in a bathroom.

No...not just the content of what he said. The exact way he said it was so familiar. What matters is whether your reason is good enough.

The blurry image of the guy in the bathroom and Stephen were too similar. Could they be the same person? It was uncanny. It has to be the truth. But why hadn't he said anything? Surely he would have remembered her.

"Is everything okay?" He broke her from her thoughts.

She nodded, smiling "Yeah, course. You know what we should do? Coffee to celebrate."

"Celebrate..."

"Your grant. My year at Harvard."

"Actual coffee, or is it going to be camomile tea again?"

"Actual coffee. Though it depends on your mood."

"I will get you something sweet."

She hummed, "This deal seems to be coming to an arrangement. I'm considering it. Also, we should stop by the campus clinic for flu shots."

"What?"

"It's flu season and they're giving out free shots for all students and staff." She clarified, looking over and seeing Stephen freeze.

"I don't need to go."

"Did you get yours already?"

"No."

"Okay, then we get them together."

"That's fine."

"Why don't you want to get a shot?"

"I don't need one."

"Stephen, you're a scientist. You know about vaccines. Why don't you want to get one."

"I-I just don't." He flickered his gaze between the road and her gaze that scrutinized him.

Oh-

"Are you afraid of needles?" She asked, "It's okay if you are."

"I'm not afraid of needles." He was quick to answer.

"It's fine if you are. You don't have to afraid-"

"I don't have-"

"It doesn't even hurt."

"I am not afraid of needles." He was adamant.

"You see, that response makes me think you are." She teased, smiling reassuringly, "Look, it's fine. I will be there with you. I'll even go first."

He sighed.

"I used to be afraid of needles." She admitted. He looked at curiously.

"My mother would have to hold me tight while I closed my eyes because I wouldn't sit still. I almost...passed out a few times because of my anxiety. Eventually, I got over it with time. She helped me get over it, and then it wasn't so scary anymore."

"She sounds like a lovely person."

Y/N hummed softly, "Yeah, she was."

"To clarify. It's not the needle. It's-it feels disgusting."

She hummed, "Of course. They are very gross." chuckling at him.

"Stop laughing."

"What?" She gestured, "I'm agreeing with you."

He was adorable.

"I get it. I do."

"You do?" He looked over at her.

"Yeah. I wouldn't make fun of you, Stephen. They are truly horrible."

"Right."

"And..." She grabbed his hand once they parked, "We're still going."

"I don't need you to hold my hand, because I'm not going."

"You think that'll stop me from pulling you in there?"

"I'd love to see you try." He countered.

"Don't challenge me, because you will lose." She leaned closer, feeling his warm breath on her face.

"Don't make me." He tried.

"It's for your own good. And for all the old people. Even older than you possibly."

He glared at her, "Really?"

"Maybe if we're lucky, the department chair will see us together." She squeezed his hand, getting out of the car to meet on his side. The defeated look on his face almost made her reconsider. She grabbed his hand again, "Hey, I'll even buy coffee tomorrow."

"Not using my card?"

"A likely scenario." She teased, pulling him toward the tent. "It'll be fine."

"Just cause you said so." He relaxed, allowing her to tug him along.

From there on, things were looking up for her. For both of them.

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[bahbahhh]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @novantinuum and @marimbles. thanks friends! <3 I loved reading your responses.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

ten!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

108,441

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Legend of Zelda. I like what I like. I have dabbled with FFX, too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

the killing moon

begin again

desire path

like someone would

windows

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Honestly, it means so much that people take time out of their day to let me know their thoughts/reactions to my stuff. I love the interaction, and I've shared this story before, but it was @embyrinitalics outreaching to let me know she enjoyed the killing moon (which had been on hiatus for YEARS) that help spring-boarded me into creativity again. A lot of these comments keep me motivated and energized, so I want to let people know I pay attention and care.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOL this is hard. Angst is my jam.

I'm tempted to say the Killing Moon but probably almost beautiful? It's the death memory from botw and it's a oneshot without any resolution whatsoever.

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

This is a tie between begin again and desire path.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some coldish comments, but not direct hate. I don't understand it. If you don't like something, just move on by? It's free content. It literally takes so much more of your previous energy to generate hate. Put it somewhere else. Find something else you actually like and pour love into that. Or as my kid's favorite book right bow Teeth are not for biting (send help) says "Try this instead: take a break, drink a cold drink, take a rest, get a hug!"

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

I have written ONE smut fit. I was possessed by an idea. It is not my wheelhouse for sure. It was porn with plotish and I had more fun with the dialogue between the side characters than the actual sexy stuff. And I'm me, so it was sexy yet depressing LOL

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

I wrote a FFX x BotW oneshot a few years ago that I actually took off my ao3.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of!

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

No, but I feel like this would be fun with the right idea. I really like doing collabs for events.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Zelink!

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

I'm a little worried about currents. I love the idea in my head, but its very VERY specific writing and of course I started it right before linktober and now my brain is all about the depths au. It's hard for me to switch gears.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I love a good turn of phrase, man.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get BIG ideas and a lot of them and a lot of the time, I get lost in them. This happened in The Killing Moon. Of course, it was my first stab at fanfiction and I decided to write a massive multichapter monster, and perhaps, that is evidence enough for you, but I had so many ideas for the story/conflict/direction and I didn't spend enough time organizing it and weeding out what I don't need. I think it translated okay because of the mystery leading up to TotK and the fact I was working with characters that were trying to make sense of lost, incomplete, and inconsistently reported history over 10,000 but

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

I think the most important question a writer can ask themselves when doing this in a fic is "why am I doing this?" And then close follow up to that is "how can I do this correctly and respectfully?"

19. First fandom you wrote for?

LoZ

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I really, really love like someone would. I love the complex characterization of Link and have carried it forward into other pieces. It's one big love letter to botw side quests and zelink and was also written in tribute to two of my favorite fanfiction pieces by others.

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[poopyballz28]

Collection of poopyballz28 baki idea's and thoughts

While I get back into writing, I thought I'd compile a bunch of stupid thoughts that aren't worth having their own post. This is a pretty long one so please laugh. Also ignore that Kiyosumi rant I don't know what got into me guys i swear

-poopyballz28

remembering, like, a year and a half ago when I described Kaoru as being built like a garage door. Never forget. I even liked him back then, I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM NO MORE! He's a meanie fo feenie i dunno, the karate boys are better.

me (number one kiyosumi katou fanboy and knower) watching other writers write kiyosumi falling in love with a woman and being super sexually dominate and it freaking me out because I have been blowing his back out in my brain for like 2 years:

I feel like I don't stress enough how genuinely submissive Kiyosumi is. I don't really write a whole lot of nsfw generally but JESUS CHRIST GUYS LOOK AT HIM. His build is insane where are you guys missing this. Women don't see the visions like I do. They just...cant see it. Perhaps I am too bara obsessed but no...I know the truth about his character...I would know...I'm the number one Kiyosumi Katou fan.....I know....

It's not even JUST his body, ITS HIS WHOLE CHARACTER. uptight, spunky, ego maniacal karate fighter that's super fucked up in the head who puts on this tough, intimidating act but behind closed doors he's a timid, embarrassed, submissive little dick taking asshole with issues that have gone unchecked FOR OH SO LONG. GRAAAHHH nobody sees him as i do ohhhh the LONELINESS how it pains me

yeah sorry guys for...all of that. lets move on to actually funny interesting stuff I thought of.

I was never much of a sporty, working out type of guy so I guess I wouldn't really understand, but whats up with all gym bro Baki fans being obsessed with and idolizing Yujiro and Jack. I just, don't see the appeal. One is a serial rapist and murderer AS WELL as a dead beat father and the other is just a drug abuser. How is that motivating to you people. Why obsess over the virgin Hanma's when you can obsess over the chad karate boys?! But its okay, because I KNOW these people are probably mentally ill, so that's why one day I'm going to open up a HOSPITAL. And a REHABILITATION CENTER for all deranged gym bro Baki fans. Please send funds via my cashapp, $kiyosumiballsucker3000. (thats not a real cashapp guys im trying to be funny)

I'm into REAL characters, that are actually interesting and cool, such as, 56 year old karate veteran and his three autistic and/or mentally ill sons, british, silly highschool girl who causes problems for no one, and not to forget, incredibly (and probably accidentally) gay coded kukendo man who apparently nobody cares about but me. That's right, I'm a REAL Baki fan.

Wondering when I'll expand on that Kureha and Kosho visual-kei band idea. Just THINK ABOUT IT. Kureha on vocals (and perhaps guitar) and Kosho on bass and bg vocals. IMAGINE. Kosho wears beautiful goth makeup and is rocking that deep shade of purple lipstick, AS THINGS SHOULD BE. I will never forgive Itagaki and the anime for removing it. It's just, never gonna happen. The two are in these, fucking, elaborate and gorgeously made outfits christ I'm a fucking genius. Kosho would 1000% wear an elegant (but still incredibly badass) lacy, vkei dress, looking like that fucking mana-sama guy (ourple edition) Ohhhh dude. I need to write some more for this idea.

To all my hardcore artist followers, if y'all want to draw v-kei Kosho and Kureha, I give you free reign over the idea, do your magic.

Wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if Yujiro died from like, the most random, insignificant thing in the world.

He's the strongest man- no, creature, in this world. He can brutally defeat animals larger than half his size with his bare hands. He can stop (and probably start) earthquakes at will. He died of a urinary track infection at 37.

Talking specifically about the english speaking fandom here, why do you think Katsumi is so overlooked and underrated. LOOK AT HIM. He is genuinely (I'm serious here) one of the most attractive manga characters I have ever seen in my life. Not only that but he's been through several arcs and has been included in a large amount of fights, HE'S PRETTY MUCH A MAIN CHARACTER YET NOBODY REALLY CARES ABOUT HIM!?! HOW!? On both sides of the fandom, Wattpad girls barely write fanfiction with him involved (thank god actually) and the gym bro's barely make their shitty edits of him (DOUBLE thank god) It's just so confusing to me. He's everything I've ever wanted in a character. Ever-growing strength and morals, an adorable and lovable face, a kind but fierce personality, and not to mention that sweet, sweet rack. Gorgeous pair of tits. Absolutely stunning. need to bend him over.

You ever just be reading a Y/N x Baki nsfw fanfiction and they mischaracterize Baki...in like every conceivable way. This guy DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT SEX IS. BARELY. How are you people so clouded by horniness you completely forget his character. He's an awkward little boy, why are they writing him like a flirtatious sex god?! Baki doesn't know what fucking "flirting" is, he's an idiot. He wouldn't freaking "punish" you in the bedroom guys, if he did he'd be so awkward and stumbling over every other word. AND STOP MAKING HIM SAY SUCH VULGAR THINGS YOU FUCKING FREAKS. Baki doesn't know what "eating out" means, he doesn't say curse words often and most of all, he doesn't. understand. sex. He's had sex ONCE with his wonderful girlfriend and they both barely understood what the fuck they were doing ☠️

How about you guys write him like how he actually is. Wouldn't it be adorable if there was an x reader with Baki where you two have like, loving but awkward sex for the first time and you try to guide him and help him understand in a wholesome way!? Wouldn't that be so much more true to character AND unique?? God, I have to do everything around here. Fuck.

Katsumi playing basketball and pointing at you and going "This ones for you, babe." then completely missing the shot.

Have I ever brought up that Kureha childhood headcanon where I think Kureha would find (or even kill) small creatures just to do little experiments on them and dig in their guts. Kosho walks in like "Nii-chan 🙁 what are you doing..."

Another Shinogi brother hc, I think it'd be hilarious if that blackish-brownish color of Kosho's hair isn't actually his natural hair color, and his real hair color is the same as Kureha's. THINK ABOUT IT THOUGH. He want's to be different from Kureha so he dyes it every now and then to differentiate himself. Plus he thinks it looks totally cool. Sometimes you can see his blonde/orange roots when his hair grows out. And yes, Kureha does tease him about this sometimes. Kosho fucking hates it.

Now that I'm thinking about it, Kureha teases Kosho about, like, everything. His v-kei obsession, his dyed hair, his fighting, everything. Not really a cute or funny headcanon either ☠️ Kureha is literally just a manipulative and judgemental asshole. I whole-heartedly believe that to be true. And in a way it is, I mean he is pretty much canonically like that. Kosho doesn't deserve this. Love that little goth guy, he deserves more.

Thanks for reading all this goofy goober shit all the way through. I'll probably be working on something else by the time you're reading this, so be prepared for content. Love you guys 👍

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[bara-to-heart]

Rules Need To Be Followed

Hey, it's Kazumi and Riddle here to give you the rules we'd like you to follow on our account!

Of course, Kazumi. Anyone who can't follow these rules knows what's waiting for them.

Riddle dear, don't threaten people... But honestly these rules aren't that hard to follow so-

1. Riddle is a minor (17) and so am I. Any mildly suggestive things are okay (think kissing, flirting, etc), but nothing full on explicit/NSFW. Platonic relationships are definitely okay!! Any blogs that don't want to interact with minors should steer clear.

2. Please remember to be kind! Riddle is a person too, and he can get hurt. Any asks that I deem harmful will be deleted.

3. Any time me and Riddle talk together, I will be in blue and Riddle will be in white. When he is talking alone, he will also be in white. To add to that, I will most likely be speaking in the tags because I talk a lot (and so Riddle doesn't see my chatter). Please feel free to ignore this! I absolutely don't mind.

4. I use headcanons in my portrayal of Riddle; I try to be as canon compliant as possible with the knowledge that I have of him.

5. Absolutely no homophobia, racism, transphobia, etc. Regular DNI criteria applies here.

6. If Riddle doesn't respond to you, please don't feel too bad! He is a student and works hard to get perfect scores throughout all of the classes he takes, as well as participating in his club. It is not a surprise that he might lose track of time.

7. That being said, I am also a full-time high school student, and so it is likely that my replies will be fully messed up (read: I tend to procrastinate by doing fun things and then I have a week to catch up on all my schoolwork). Please be mindful of that and don't spam me and Riddle.

8. OCs? Absolutely! I love seeing your OCs. Make sure to send in a description of them either beforehand or in your starter (unless Riddle doesn't know your character at all, I guess - but it would still help to have a general overview). If there's nothing of the sort, I will automatically assume that your character and Riddle have never met. However, I am not comfortable with the first interaction with an OC being a romantic one, as it has become a problem before for me.

9. I can speak a little bit of Japanese (my parents are Japanese but I haven't actually tried to learn it well so it may be messy (though I'm working on it)) and I am learning Spanish (in school) so! I am willing to write replies using those languages as well as English (and I will automatically use honorifics like "-senpai" for upperclassmen so keep that in mind). Spanish I can't guarantee though because it kind of can suck (as well as Japanese).

10. I also love shipping and am not very selective (I love seeing rare pairs, and in general seeing how their ship would work out). So, feel free to do that too! Before they get into a relationship, though, they need to have at least some sort of interaction beforehand (because I want to get to know you too, and even if you're playing a canon character, I still want to do some regular stuff first) To add to that, I am a multishipper, so each relationship happens in its own verse.

11. OOC talks? I love them, but if you aren't talking directly to Riddle or something about him, then I'd redirect you to @kazumirambles which is my regular ol' talking blog (so I don't spam anyone).

12. Anons will always be treated platonically by Riddle (as he doesn't know you that much), but you are welcome to send all your love to him! He does enjoy having the attention. Also, if you want to be known with an emoji, you will be tagged as "kantokusei [emoji]" so there's also that!

13. Mun does not equal muse!! Riddle may say/do things that I would not do or that I don't condone. We do not share the same feelings or actions all the time.

And finally, remember to have fun!

Of course, and make sure to follow the Queen of Hearts' rules as well.

Yes, but don't let that hold you back (Riddle no I will at least loosely follow the rules I swear)

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