#i'm so weak for the trope where someone is comfortable around their partner that they don't have put up an act/mask anymore

[hugispuso-archive]

Morning Tickles

↳ pairing: rhykie x karamatsu

↳ word count: 1,251

↳ genre: domestic fluff

↳ warnings: slightly ooc karamatsu, kissing at the end

↳ a/n: i'm not doing the tag list on this one because i've already showed the fic to most of the people in the list. :-] but feel free to rb and say your comments again if you see this. this is also proofread but i finished this at 2am, so do pardon for any mistakes still. orz

The rich aroma of breakfast spreads throughout Rhykie's house, wide enough to extend to the bedroom, and to reach Karamatsu's nostrils and lure him out of his slumber. As he groggily follows the scent that already makes his mouth water, he arrives in the kitchen; his girlfriend doing her culinary business and her back turned towards him.

Karamatsu stays at his spot to admire more of his girlfriend, even if he doesn't get to fully see her face. Just from this view, her beauty already stands out. Her hair, colored in a shade that could be compared to something as lovely as chocolate, completely down and resting on one side of her shoulders. Her stature, although not of an hourglass, curvy in its own way. And her legs — Oh dear, her legs. They're shaped in a way that has enough volume for Karamatsu to lay his head on. He could cry and thank the almighty for making his girlfriend often wear shorts; something that he somehow finds himself fawning over.

All of this, everything of Rhykie — Karamatsu adores. He wastes no more time as he quietly approaches Rhykie, wrapping his arms around her waist. This earns him a yelp, "Karamatsu!"

"Good morning, sunshine." Karamatsu greets back with a smirk, planting a kiss on the shoulder where her hair wasn't in the way.

Rhykie's expression softens, especially after hearing that deep voice of his? She's already melting. "Good morning, mister." She brings up a hand to pat him on the cheek. "Don't scare me like that."

"Hmm? Why not?"

"Because..." Rhykie takes a pause, bringing back her attention to the food. "... I might think you're a kidnapper."

The Matsuno snickers. "A kidnapper? Would you really let a kidnapper inside your house?" He raises an eyebrow. "And let him sleep in your bed?"

Rhykie hums in response as she continues cooking. "Maybe not. But what if you actually were?" She spares him a glance as she playfully pokes Karamatsu on the nose with a free hand.

The sudden display of affection catches Karamatsu off-guard for a brief moment, but he quickly recovers. "Then you've already been kidnapped. Because I have your heart!" He starts to latch his fingers on her waist in a tickling motion, earning yet another yelp from her.

"Karamatsu!" Rhykie tries to escape his grasp in between hearty laughs. "Kara, I'm cooking!" When she somehow succeeds in getting distance between the two of them, she goes into a stance and points the utensil in her hand at Karamatsu like a weapon. "Don't you dare come closer."

Karamatsu puts up his hands in a grabbing nature, ready to attack his girlfriend with tickles if the opportunity ever rises again. Rhykie's jokingly threatening behavior makes the grin on his face grow wider. "Or you'll do what?"

"I'm not feeding you breakfast."

"You're not really gonna do that, are you?"

"Of course not. But it'll be burnt."

Her statement actually makes Karamatsu back pedal his thoughts; he doesn't want to eat burnt food. Nobody does. Pondering his actions, he merely chuckles afterwards and places his hands down as a sign of surrender. "Alright, alright. You can come here."

But even with the assurance, Rhykie still approaches his boyfriend with utmost caution, maintaining eye contact with him and taking one step at a time. The vigilant behavior she's displaying right now only gives way for another chuckle to escape Karamatsu's lips. "Kiki."

"I'm not sure if you'll tickle me again!" Rhykie stops midway in her quest to the stove, tightening her grip on the utensil and even raising it slightly to show that she means business.

"I won't. I promise."

Rhykie gives her boyfriend one suspicious glare before sprinting back to her original quest. Meanwhile Karamatsu, staying true to his word, fixates his gaze on her and nearly brings himself to another admiring compilation of the lovely woman standing right before him. Before any of that could happen, however, Karamatsu smiles to himself, and allows his feet to drag themselves towards Rhykie. A trust between the couple has been established once again as the brunette doesn't seem to flinch when her boyfriend comes close.

Rhykie breathed out a sigh as she grabs a plate to place the food on. "You're so annoying."

"And yet, you're still making me breakfast." Karamatsu reverts back, a knowing smile present on his face.

Even if she isn't aware of what he looks like right now, Rhykie rolls her eyes. Their bickering doesn't last long, as Rhykie finally turns around to face her boyfriend and hands him the plate of food, a light smoke and delicious smell emitting from it. "Here's your breakfast, Mister Matsuno."

Karamatsu eyes the food offered to him. It wasn't like those lavish meals in restaurants, no, it was just a simple breakfast made with genuine love by the most gorgeous and kindest woman Karamatsu has ever laid his eyes on. "Thank you, Miss Murasaki." He takes the plate from her. Saying nothing of the fact that their hands touched each other for a quick moment, Karamatsu takes a look at his girlfriend. "But I think I would like to have my other breakfast first."

Visible confusion introduces itself on Rhykie's face, her eyes widen for a split second before her eyebrows furrow themselves together. "Other breakfast? But... I haven't cooked anything else." Her eyes scatter around the room to figure out what Karamatsu was talking about. To no avail, she just brings back her sight to the man, but instead of finding him within a fair distance, she was met with his face inches away from hers.

With one hand carrying the plate, and the other pulling Rhykie by the waist, Karamatsu gives her no chance to react and quickly connects his lips with hers. The significant height difference they possess only helps Karamatsu to deepen the kiss, to which he eventually senses Rhykie letting herself succumb to. He feels her hands slowly running up his chest, and tugging onto his shirt tightly. It's supposed to be him to give his partner the sensation of absolute bliss, but he instead finds himself being enveloped by Rhykie's overflowing love for him and just him.

It is nothing but a quick kiss, and although Karamatsu doesn't want to lose the warmth of her against him, he breaks off the kiss to give them both a chance to catch their breaths. He looks down at his girlfriend, just at the perfect time she looks up at him with those doe eyes of hers. "It's you, my darling."

"Ah." Is the only sound Rhykie could utter in that moment, but she later goes into a giggling fit as she finally gets an understanding of what Karamatsu means. She places her hands on both sides of Karamatsu's face and, with the best of her effort, stands on her tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the lips. "Save your corny pick up lines for another morning, okay?" She leaves a playful remark as she pulls herself out of his arms and attends to cleaning up the equipment she used.

Karamatsu doesn't expect he will be provided another kiss, but he will take of what he is given. "If you can handle them."

"Oh, Kara, please. I've dealt with your flirt attempts for over a year."

And he loves it. He loves how she decided to stay with him and helped him grow altogether. He loves her. And he really hopes to have more mornings like this with her.

#✏ ; oreki makes something #waaaaaajausudhdhfbfbfjfkgm #everybody don't look at me /lh /j #i'm so weak for the trope where someone is comfortable around their partner that they don't have put up an act/mask anymore #and can be just themselves around said partner #THIS. THIS IS WHAT KARA GOES THROUGH. BECAUSE KIKI ACCEPTS HIM AND LOVES HIM WHATEVER PERSONALITY HE PUTS ON #don't fucking touch me i'm soft /lh #romantic f/o ; karamatsu ✰ #s/i ; rhykie murasaki ✰ #[ ♡ ] a second chance

[riostwsty]

>> "love comes from the most unexpected of places" <<

Summary: animals can lift up spirits with such ease when one's feeling down, don't you think? After an accident with shape shifting magic, some of the students found themselves transformed into the cutest little creatures, and unbeknownst to you, attemped to use that form to brighten a particularly cloudy day by your side

Key words:  headcanons; fluff; romance; g/n reader (they/them, you/yours); relationship not established; reader not explicitly Yuu/MC; accidentally became a princess and the frog plot trope

Characters: Riddle, Jack, Jamil - x reader (separately)

CWs: animals mentioned include hedgehogs, dogs and cats!

>> Riddle Rosehearts, as one anxious hedgehog [900+ words]

- he knew pairing up with Floyd for potions class was a grave mistake of professor Crewel's. "No need to worry Mr Roseharts" he said. "This exercise is far too simple to have any sort of complications occur" he said...

- and well, now Riddle was being chased by an overly enthusiastic Floyd Leech. An even taller version of the twin, as you see, it appeared to not be enough for the cruel universe to make the potion's effects turn Riddle smaller, no. It had to transform him into a itty bitty tiny hedgehog, of all creatures, and a super cute one at that. So cute in fact, his lab partner couldn't resist the urge to tease it, or rather, threaten to squeeze the hell out of such an adorable pet.

- Riddle surprised himself on how fast those tiny legs could carry him. Running through corridors, rolling down stairs and dodging steps of unaware passing students until Floyd was left too far behind, out of his sight.

- In the courtyard, hedgehog Riddle frantically spun around, seeking for a good hiding spot, but instead found something much more curious. A certain student he knew too well, or so he thought, because no matter how much time he had spent admiring them from afar, he never before had witnessed them crying as they were at that moment.

- You sat there, under a tree's shade, hoping no one would approach, fearing the tears and hiccups would only worsen with concerned looks and curious questionnaire. And Riddle feared too, to chose between simply walking away, pretending not to see his beloved's suffering; or choosing to approach, but not being able to comfort them in any helpful way.

- But he had a realization. He didn't have to talk. Where words lacked, another option could come to play. And in that hedgehog form, coincidentally, was perfect for such a task.

- You felt a sudden gentle bump on your ankle, looking down, you were surprised to see a spiky red colored creature studying you back. Strange. These little guys were supposed to be at Heartslabyul's care. How in the world did it get in the school's courtyard?

- a weak giggle was all you could muster as a greeting to the hedgehog, standing a hand for it to climb, and petting it the way Heartslabyul's dorm leader had taught you before.

- —"Riddle must be worried sick about you. He always notices when someone is missing."— you said, unaware the boy in question was now resting at the palm of your hand. —"I can get us back home, how does that sound?"—

- He squeaked in response, and still getting used to the hedgehog legs, climbed your arm all the way up your shoulder. Doing his best to communicate worry without words, pressed the tip of his nose tracing where the tears had fallen. —"what? I'm fine, really!"— you simply replied.

- If Riddle could pout he would. Even to a hedgehog you lied about your feelings. He expected you to open up with a creature who wouldn't judge, much less understand a word you said, but apparently he had to put up a fight to get any results on that.

- the walk went quietly until you both reached the hall of mirrors, where the dorm leader had grown impatient, jumping from the safe spot by your shoulder to the cold marble floors, running and slipping side to side as he reached Heartslabyul's respective mirror, and jumped through it without warning.

- you followed behind with urgency. It's dangerous to be so tiny, roaming around all alone! Catching quick glances of the red colored spikes just before turning around the corners, the chase eventually led you to the parts of the garden where all dormitory pets resided.

- Before you could reach for the runaway creature, a horde of other colorful ones approached all at once, clinging to your shoes, happily circling around as if greeting a beloved visitor. The light nibbling of the hedgehogs tickled, and you crouched down to return the greetings. Though, the energy of your companions was so high you felt obligated to eventually sit down to properly enjoy the playtime altogether.

- It was a dispute to who was going to take a place on your lap, spiky friends playfully pushing one another or climbing over eachother's heads, all for a moment of your attention. It's difficult not to smile amongst such cute bantering, and just like that, the sad tears fallen from earlier that day were long forgotten, back under the shade of the courtyard's tree.

- One particular creature managed to climb all the way up your arms, resting on the same spot on your shoulder that it was before, the red colored urchin snuffled near your ear to call for your attention.

- —"was it you who called all your friends to play? Them seem unusually enthusiastic!"— you laughed, holding him close to your face —"you just made my day. Thank you little one, I needed that"—

- Riddle has never been so close to you as he now was in animal form, curiously, he even began to think the shape-shifting potion incident didn't feel as bad as he thought it would, after all. It isn't an everyday occurrence his crush would hold him so dearly as they were at that moment.

- "They don't even know it's me" he thought. And for a blissful moment he gave in, leaned closer, pressing a quick kiss or rather, the closest he could make from one in that form, before a sparkling magical cloud suddenly took over the place with a "poof!"

—"what..... RIDDLE?"—

>> Jack Howl, as one fluffy little dog [1.2k+ words]

- Yeah, Jack's already a wolf beastman. His unique magic allows him to fully transform at will. Shape shifting magic was no unusual experience, but the problem here lies on the fact that after drinking that potion, he found himself not being able to change back on command, and to make matters worse, he was no wolf. He was a white furred pomeranian.

- Ace had been laughing nonstop for about five minutes straight after the potion had its quick effect. Every once in a while he would manage to hardly breathe in and exclaim one of his meticulous and very helpful observations, varying along the lines of "DUDE NO WAY" or "YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY GRANDMA'S DOG??", and believe it or not, Jack have had enough by the time this second comment left his lab partner's mouth.

- Epel took responsability and offered him a stay on pomefiore for the time being, to keep an eye on him, while Ace looked for a viable solution with a now furious professor Crewel.

- Simply put, Jack had a significant rise in popularity during his short time stay at pomefiore. A giant wolf might not have been the dorm's favorite animal, but a petite walking furball? It was much more like them. Though Epel made sure every single witness would promise not share a word with their dorm leader, as to not risk getting scolded or having Jack quicked out all by himself in such form.

- It was amogst the tumultuous gathering of students that the pomeranian heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching from far away, along with a voice that never failed from making his heart skip a beat. Epel seemed to notice too, and widened his eyes. —"Is that [name] I hear? ...but if they're here they must be accompanied by-!"—

- The lilac haired boy let go of the small dog, and quickly gestured for him to run and hide before Vil suspected of his presence. And run he did. Making sure to avoid getting stomped by passersby students, until he reached the flawlessly trimmed backyard gardens of pomefiore. With plenty of spots to hide and no company around, Jack made himself comfortable in one of the gazebo's chairs, planning on staying still, unbothered, until Ace would get back soon enough with an antidote.

- Though it did not take long enough for his peace to get disturbed once more. —"Hey buddy! What are you doing here?"— a voice spoke from behind him.

- Jack jumped in place, startled, provoking a short giggle from the one who called, you, who smiled oh so softly at his adorable new form. But how could you not? Besides Grim, such cute creatures were not often seen wandering around school grounds. Jack's current presentation was an unusual but very welcomed break from the ordinary NRC life. Although the wolf himself couldn't disagree more. To even look like that was too much of an embarrassing thought. However, in a more positive note, at least his crush didn't know it was him the pomeranian in question!

- —"You think I haven't seen you running away from me and Vil?"— you asked, extending a hand near Jack's nose as a way to say hello —"Don't worry, I won't let him kick you out of the dorm. Somebody needs to take care of you, after all. Do you have an owner?"—

- His ears twitched in response. Your tone was so gentle, he began to wonder if he should keep up with the pet dog act just for a liiittle while longer. It certainly did not feel bad to have his crush's attention solely on him for once, and in this train of thought, he leaned closer to your offered hand to greet you back.

- In a matter of minutes, you and puppy Jack had turned best pals for the very second time in your NRC lives. Playing around the garden until the sun began to set, no one came to bother or to take the fluffy intruder away. Seemed like Ace was having a hard time trying to find a cure, but again, staying in this form for just some moments more certainly wouldn't hurt, right?

- You asked for a second to rest on a nearby bench, and Jack followed behind, sitting by your side with his tail wagging frantically as you two admired the golden hues of the sunset rays. A moment of silence turned into minutes, that turned into what felt like an hour. The sky turned dark and stars began to shine through the clouds. Pomeranian Jack tried to start a conversation topic but only letting out a whimper instead, immediately catching your attention back to him. You sighed. —"you appeared just in the right time, you know? I needed this break from my responsibilities"— you pat his head in thanks, and he eyed you in curiosity.

- Your expression seemed lonely this time, almost distant as you gazed up the crescent moon. He then finally noticed, by looking more attentively into your features, there was a distinguishable layer of concealer covering some unusual dark circles under your eyes. You looked tired. Not from the time you spent playing together that evening, no... something else. Jack traced back that day's events. You were almost never wandering around pomefiore, let alone with Vil of all people. Was the makeup perhaps courtesy of the dorm leader's? You seemed to be wearing products that strangely resembled his, after all.

- Upon noticing your companion's curious and concerned stare, you smiled and as if reading his mind, explained —"Vil seemed worried about me too, that's how I got here."— you chuckled lightly at the situation, a bit funny how a lost puppy got you to open up about your feelings so easily —" it's nothing serious. Just so many things happening lately... it was draining my energy out"—

- Without many ideas on how to comfort you without words, Jack rested his head on your lap with a soft sigh. He then felt a hand on top of his head again, followed by a stifled laugh: —"But it doesn't matter now. I made a new friend today! So thanks for that.."—

- He looked up as you leaned in closer, playfully blowing a kiss from a distance. But that little action was enough to make him panic flustered beyond words. So much so that he incidentally got up too fast and suddenly enough to bump the top of his head into your face, right near your lips. A glittery magical cloud emerged with a "poof!"

- Meanwhile Vil, who was watching the garden by the far away window, nearly choked on his tea with the sight of Jack transforming back into his original form, appearing out of nowhere from that cloud, just to fall on top of a very confused and startled you.

- —"See, Vil? I told you! It was Jack all along!"— Epel beamed by the dorm leader's side, but only getting an exasperated sigh from him in return:

- —"Regardless. You and your little friends still got some explaining to do."— he got up from his seat, heading to the garden's main gates —"And tell that Trappola boy he's going to help you clean all the dog fur from the lounge's coutch today still"—

>> Jamil Viper, as the meanest cat ever [1.4k+ words]

- Jamil was convinced he'd had to wait a million years before he could ever catch a break from easily avoidable, headache-inducing misfortunes taken place on that cursed magical college.

- —"Aw, come on! Don't look at me like that... It could have been much, much worse than this"— scarabia's dorm leader flashed an apologetic smile, as if it was going to fix the shape shifting problem at hand. —"Not saying this scenario is particularly good, but- I mean, what if you were to become a snake instead? I'd lose sight of you in no time and you could be taken away by a hungry bird! Oh, I don't mean to say you'd become a snake specifically because of your original appearance or personality or past actions or morals or-"—

- The black furred feline could only roll his eyes at the incessant rambling of his housewarden. If Jamil could talk, he'd interrupt Kalim before he'd burst out more painfully honest and indirect call outs aimed at him, that the oblivious boy would surely regret from letting out once he realized that maybe, some truths were best kept inside his head. But that's what usually happens anyway. Jamil was too sick and tired at that point to feel offended by them at all.

- But oh well. Simply another nuisance to get on his way of boring daily tasks. Nothing that haven't already happened before. It's just that being transformed into a cat was a more extreme case, and he wasn't so sure of how to even work on "babysitting" duties with paws intead of hands. Kalim took notice, and offered himself to spend the day with the alchemy professor until he found a viable solution to the problem. Jamil only nodded in boredom as the housewarden turned to rambling all distracted again, this time with a very much annoyed professor Crewel.

- As that went on in the backgroud, something suddenly caught the vice housewarden's attention from outside of the classroom: a desperate Ace Trappola walking in anxious circles around the corridor, staring at the floor below his feet, and mumbling something under his breath that only the sensitive ears of a cat could clearly pick up on: apparently you have gone missing. And it visibly made the first year unspeakably worried.

- Jamil approached Ace, careful enough not to be stomped by him unaware. The red haired boy only took a half glance at his direction, and let out a stressed grunt: —"Not now, Grim. I'm trying to think where to look for [name]. Please don't bother if all you're gonna do is ask for tuna!"— the red haired sat by the corridor's bench in defeat —"Was it something I said? Probably was. They wouldn't be avoiding me otherwise..."—

- Quickly the feline made sense of the situation, and annoyed, agressively tapped him on the ankle as a way to say "idiot" , getting a startled "HEY!" from the boy in response, and then immediatelly took off to search for his misssing friend. Yes, you spent a lot of time with the rest of the first years, but Jamil knew you better than anyone else around. He already had an idea of where you could have possibly ran off to.

- And surely enough, there you were. In one of the less frequented classrooms in school grounds, hidden comfortably in the corner where no one could bother, or even see you at first glance. A nice place to stay for some alone time.

- However, before stepping in and calling for your attetion, he hesitated. Jamil had been so irritated over the possibility of Ace upsetting you, he hadn't even considered maybe all you needed at that moment was to be given some space to breathe. A pang of guilt hit him right away. What was he thinking? Assuming he could comfort you at any given situation just like that? he wished that was even a possibility.

- As a servant, he had the skills and knowledge to do almost anything his work could ever ask of him. Nothing was too much of a challenge, he always solved eventual difficulties in one way or another. But adding his secret crush to the equation was a recipe to near disaster, at least in his head. A hundred possibilities ran through him, none of which he was minimally satisfied with, and it was scary. Scary to think his near perfect problem solving skills were finally failing to meet expectations, no less expectations from the only person he truly, deeply cared about, not due to obligation this time, but to the only thing in his life that strayed away from such word.

- "If I have nothing helpful to say, better not even try" he thought to himself, and turned on his heels to leave, mentally frowing over this unwelcomed feeling of weakness taking over any last bit of logical thinking he still held at that point. But not until he heard a "hello? who's there?" coming from you that he figuratively slapped himself in the face. He got too caught up in uncertainty. It was too late to run away.

- The cat meowed from behind the desk, and you widened your eyes upon hearing it. Grim doesn't meow. What in the world was a kitty doing inside the classroom? Maybe it was professor Trein's pet companion? But when it showed up from its hiding spot, you could tell it was a cat of an unfamiliar appearance. It blinked at you and you blinked at him, both unsure of what to do at that moment.

- —"kitty.."— you mumbled in awe, face lighting up in interest. You silently extended a hand on its direction, waiting patiently for the creature to approach.

- "So they like cats, huh?" Jamil wondered for a few seconds before taking the risky decision to approach, placing his head under your offered palm, and watched your eyes sparkle in glee "they don't know it's me anyway. what harm could this do?"

- The silent classroom was now filled with light laughter. In that form, anything Jamil did earned a fit of giggles from you. He was just too cute! And to be fair, usually stray cats weren't nearly half as caring or approachable as he was being, so having one so cuddly play with the cloth of your uniform and constantly ask for more caressing was almost the best thing to ever happen to you in that school.

- The vice housewarden couldn't lie, he enjoyed all the attention he was getting from you, and better yet the fact of how easy his goal of cheering you up really had been, even if all he could provide was a mere passing distraction from your actual troubles. At least you were smiling, genuinely.

- —"cats are good at reading people's energies, or so I've heard."— you spoke up, taking the purring furball in your arms —"is this how you found me?"—

- Jamil slowy closed his eyes as a response, and you took it as a yes, smiling brigthly in return —"thank you"—

- But as all good things do, they tend to pass in a blink of an eye. The room's door slammed open, making both of you jump in place, the feline huddled closer to your arms with his ears down and fur standing up at the sight of the people who came into view. Ace and Kalim. The last people on earth he'd want to see ruining that moment between you two.

- —"There he is!"— the first year shouted, pointing at the cat, and then later widening his eyes in realization of who was holding it. —"and [name]... man, I've been looking everywhere for you! why did you--"—

- Jamil hissed as the two boys approached, and tried to back away as much as he could from Kalim's hands, desperately wanting to hide in your arms and getting back to being alone with you again. There wasn't much space left to withdraw though, in the corner of the room, Jamil drew back until he accidentally went head first into yours, and then a thick magical mist quickly took over the scene, blocking everyone's sight for a moment before the clouds dispersed enough to reveal Jamil back into his original form, sitting on your lap, hugging you tighly with a furious expression aimed at the intruders. He opened his mouth expecting a hiss or meow to come out of it, but instead was surprised with his own voice blurting an "Ah--"

- He could feel the heat rising up to his face, and for a moment he wished Kalim would drop another shape shifting potion to get him back into a form he could so freely ask for your hugs without any judgement or flustered overthinking.

#twst writing #twst #twst fanfic #twst x reader #[english works] #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #jack howl #jamil viper #riddle rosehearts x reader #jack howl x reader #jamil viper x reader #No one's gonna know I chose a cat for Jamil just so his name could be Jamew #never expect fast updates from me

[thisismeracing]

hiii, would you mind doing prompt 8 with lewis hamilton please ? i love your writing 🥹

Heyyy 🥹💓 thanks, I'm really glad to hear that, nonny!!! here you go, hope you like it!

From the Quick Prompt List: 8. “You said you wanted to be my friend”

word count: 1.4k (I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN AAAAAA)

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton

warnings: angst (w happy ending), not proofread, mentions of a breakup, pinning - friends to lovers trope.

When Yn called crying he didn't waste any time to show up at her door. Lewis knew he was the first person she called because that was just how they worked, they prioritized the other above all things. That was one of the reasons Jackson, Yn's ex, gave for the sudden breakup, he thought they were in love, he thought that Lewis was a looming figure, he felt like a third party in his own relationship, and it didn't matter how many times Yn repeated they were just friends Jackson was convinced either Lewis and Yn were too blind to see or he was being lied to.

When the pilot got there he used the spare key he had to get inside, he took some seconds to look around the living room, some tissues on top of the coffee table, along with an open pint of ice cream and one of her favorite books.

"Hey," he whispered when Yn showed up at the door separating the kitchen from the living room. She gave him a weak smile before running into his open arms and letting the storm take its place.

"He didn't even have a good reason, Lew," she sobbed burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Lewis brought her body close and gave a light tap on her back, a sign for her to lace her legs around him so that he could carry her. He walked with Yn, now tangled in his body, to the couch where they sat together, and he heard the way she complained about the breakup. She wasn't telling him everything, though, and he knew well enough because after all, he was her best friend, yet he chose to just listen and comfort her.

The British watched as his own heart broke at the sight of the woman he loved crying over someone else. ]

"Am I unlovable? Am I a bad lover?" Yn asked after her cries subsided, Lewis's hands going up and down her back in a soothing caress. Her question was more of a conversation with herself because her first two exes complained about her best friend too, which at the time she thought was just jealousy, now, the third time sends her a message, right? No way three of her last partners didn't like Lewis without a reason. What's there not to like about him? she thought. "I must be horrible to be around," she muttered in a huff and Lewis took a deep breath deciding he had enough.

He didn't want to confess his feelings like this, but he also couldn't watch as Yn searched for a problem inside her when it wasn't about her, but about those idiots who let her go. Who could have her a let her go? And Lewis knew her enough to know that he would try to explain for hours and she would still say the problem was her, so he decided it was time to come clean.

"The problem is not you, Yn, it was never you. It can't be you because it pains me to not be around you, it physically hurts me not being able to hug you all the time. I wish I could carry you around everywhere, I wish you could be my forever. You could never be the problem, because you're the solution, at least to me. I love you so much and it fucking kills me to watch you cry for yet another guy all the while trying to search problems on yourself when you're just...perfect."

Yn was silent for a minute. Her eyes were wide open staring ahead of Leiws at her white walls, lips slightly parted. For a second he thought that maybe he was good at hiding his feelings. It's a beat before she's scrambling off his lap, leaving the couch and standing in the middle of her living room with an accusatory look towards him.

"You said you wanted to be my friend!" Yn sticks her point finger at him, her other hand holding at her chest like it would prevent her heart from beating any faster.

Lewis keeps his sitting position on the couch, head hanging down before mustering the courage to look her in the eyes again, "I didn't lie," he states.

"Then you care to explain to me how all of a sudden you're in love with me?"

"It's not sudden, I've been in love with you for years now, Yn. You just didn't see it," his tone is not harsh but his words made her take a step back. "When we met and I said I wanted to be your friend I wasn't lying, I still wanna be your best friend, but I want to be your lover as well, I want you to have a friend in your partner because I know you never did with the other guys. I want everything with you," Lewis confessed.

Yn shakes her head, tears spilling from her eyes like a waterfall. The realization that maybe all her past boyfriends were right: she was oblivion to the fact that there was something between her and her best friend. He loved her and Yn felt guilty for a second because she couldn't find it in her to deny that maybe it was mutual. Maybe she went through three breakups in the past few years because she was afraid of being alone and having to face her own feelings for Lewis.

Still, she shook her head looking away.

She watched from her peripheral vision as Lewis got up from her couch, one hand inside the pockets of his pants, the other sticking in her direction, instinctively she took a step back.

He winced.

It physically hurt her too, but she couldn't stop the tears nor the tsunami of thoughts about all their interactions and all her feelings and how she was blind to the truth all this time.

"Call me if you need me," the Brit whispered before heading to the door and leaving Yn to the sound of her own breath and then the sound of her own sobs because now she was crying harder than when Jackson broke up with her. The truth was, she did not really care about Jackson, she liked him just fine, his breaking up with her hurt her ego and put her on the spot of looking inside herself again, which was not good, or so she thought.

But Lewis leaving?

Lewis leaving felt like part of her went too. Like someone broke her in half and threw the other piece somewhere no one could find.

How would life be without Lewis?

She took some time to think, took hours watching the city go by from her window, all while mentally cursing herself. She could have faced it before. They could have been together for years. Yn was so tired of letting her fears speak louder than her desires. Lewis was so much braver and bolder than her, she took a deep breath and prayed for it to rub a bit in her, his boldness, his courage because it was too late to back away when the Uber accepted her ride to his address.

It was the middle of the night, almost two thirty in the morning the last time she checked her phone, but still, she wanted to be bold, to have courage, she didn't want to waste any more time.

Yn buzzed his doorbell nonstop until a pajama-clad Lewis Hamilton opened the door with a confused frown on his face. She didn't give him much time to question before starting.

"I am so sorry, I feel so dumb, I should have been more honest with myself and with you, Lewis."

"I-" he started, but she cut him off.

"I love you," she confessed. "I love you too and I was just too afraid to lose our friendship to confess it, I didn't want to see my feelings for what it was, and I made you suffer in the process. I am truly sorry for that."

It was like a height left her shoulders.

"Am I still in time to be your best friend but also your lover and biggest admirer and whatever more there is to be?"

Lewis chuckled rolling his eyes at her cute antics before sweeping her off of her feet into a tight hug that gave them just enough space to stare at each other's faces and finally kiss.

Wrote this while listening to "Nobody gets me" by queen SZA. Hope yall like this, I am way too sleepy to try and proofread or look for basic mistakes, so I'm really sorry if you see those. Don't forget to like, reblog, yada yada yada it makes me happy and inspires me to write more, do it without thinking twice <3 *mwah*

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[valiant-if]

Hi! I'm already in love with this story! 🥺🥺 Can't wait to read more!

Can I ask 💖 for ROs? Thank you!

Hi, anon! I hope this hasn't been sitting in my ask box too long as it's been a few days since I checked!

I'm so glad you are enjoying the story. 🧡 I can't wait to share more of it.

💖 - Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

Anton - Anton can sometimes love pretty easily and deeply, so he's been in a few relationships in the past, mostly with people he grew up around or worked closely with. None of them ever really panned out for one reason or another, and those feelings have long since faded. I would also argue that Anton and Switch share a kind of platonic love, unspoken but there. In the (potential) poly route with Anton and Switch, that love can turn into a romantic one, but there's definitely a platonic love between them regardless. When it comes to romantic love, Anton isn't really the type to intentionally keep his feelings private. If the circumstances are appropriate, he's comfortable expressing his feelings. With platonic love, he doesn't necessarily feel like anything needs to be said.

Switch - As above, platonic love shared between her and Anton, unspoken and, in her case, probably unaware. Besides that, Switch has never been in love. She has a military background that made it difficult for her to get close to people in any meaningful ways. Aside from that, though, she's a very private person and not very good at expressing emotions that she thinks will make her seem "weak" in the eyes of others. Any kind of hypothetical confession from her would not come easily.

Zero - She has had some instances of unrequited love, one of which was a childhood friend that she confessed her feelings to and got turned down, and the other of which was a colleague that she never expressed her feelings to because of her familial ties. In general, Zero is very free with her emotions and expressions of love, but she has grown a little reserved when it comes to confessions of love, specifically in a romantic sense. Some of that has to do with lingering gender dysphoria and some of it to do with her family ties complicating matters. Her feelings of love for those people don't still persist, but she does often wonder what could have been if things had been different.

Path - Although it's easier for me to answer "no" to this question for Path, the more accurate answer would be that he has actively pushed away any feelings of romantic love any time he started to feel them. Path is demiromantic, so it takes time for him to develop feelings anyway, but the pushing away of those feelings is a trauma response that he is more than aware of and still not sure how to get over (if he even wants to). In that respect, he doesn't express his feelings and doesn't feel them long because he actively suppresses them.

Kiran - If there's anyone who fits the oblivious trope among the cast, it's Kiran. They've never been in love and would have trouble recognizing love if it hit them in the face like a sack of bricks. Love is something that has very much eluded Kiran his whole life. Emotional detachment is probably the biggest reason for that. Really, emotional detachment is the biggest conflict of their personal arc and an even bigger one if any romance plot is pursued with her.

Yulia - As the oldest in the cast, you might think Yulia has the most experience with love, but she doesn't. Oh, she's been in many relationships before, but none where she was ever deeply in love with her partners. In all cases, her partner wanted more from the relationship than Yulia was willing to give. She's a bit of a workaholic and hard to get close to, but she could easily fall in love with someone who respects her boundaries and investment into her work.

Hex - Hex probably has the most experience with love out of anyone in the cast. He's very comfortable with who he is and what he likes, which translates into confidence that makes it easy for him to get close to people. He also has a pretty easygoing attitude about people and their differences, which translates into him being open-minded and even celebrating differences and similarities alike. I wouldn't necessarily say he falls in love easily, but he certainly doesn't let anything get in the way of him catching feelings for someone, so he's been in love quite a few times. He's also very comfortable with expressing that love and sees no need to hide it. Most notably, he was in love with a man that he worked with very early on in his career, but they decided to part ways due to difficulties created by their constant travel (which is pretty much how most of Hex's relationships end, serious or not). He still holds love for that person, but he feels that temporary loves and relationships have their place in a person's life, so he doesn't harbor any bitterness or regret about the relationship having ended.

A2 - When A2 falls in love, she does so deeply and fully. That being said, she has a hard time getting close to people because of her personality and has only been in love once before. The relationship ended on a bad note, which pretty much erased any lingering feelings of love she otherwise might have had. As an added side effect, she hasn't exactly been open to finding another relationship any time soon. A2 isn't the type to confess feelings of love unless she's absolutely fucking sure about it, so she's likely to keep feelings of love private for a long time before they are out in the open.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

#ask #valiant extras #character asks #emoji ask game #valiant ros

[satocidal]

Honestly, I do tend to babble a lot so I'm glad you don't mind when I give long responses 😅

Honestly, it's not exactly yandere (icks) it's more like the idea of someone being possessive and the obsession it's more in a like "I'm constantly thinking about you and a lot of things I see remind me of you and while I do basic things I can't help but think it would be better if I did them with you or you will like it". Kinda like rlly caring. In the way a certain color or scent reminds you of someone, in the way one cooks and thinks of funny memories from when they cooked the same thing with someone.

The alpha/omega is something I enjoy mostly bcs one, I love the concept of big strong muscular Suguru, two, I love the idea of knotting and mating for life (especially when it requires both parts to complete the bond) and three, it requires quite the intensity. It's the satisfaction of instinct mingling with care and heart ig. The "I crave this person so bad it makes me quite pathetic". Probably bcs I'm not exactly the classic weak omega strong alpha but the feisty omega who could walk their partner like a dog. The one where things balance, as one is strong and can put up a nasty fight but the other is fast and could evade it and not be caught. It's the absolute comfort of simply cuddling and one purring because their partner is kinda under the weather and the sound and vibrations and scent and warmth feel simply healing.

In the soulmate kind of way, I guess

I'm a future social worker and honestly I find being around kids easier than being around adults many times. Kids are less stubborn and can be polished, are more open to ideas and are truly fascinating to talk with, got really different perspectives that many times restore my faith in humanity ngl

(Oh, to have Suguru wiping blood from you. Definitely don't mind it)

The next week things should start settling. Getting my glasses and, maybe, luckily, seeing at what dorms I get in for Uni and all that.

I hope for nice roommates, ngl

And take your time! I know how hard it is to write and how busy life is and all that. Don't worry, truly. Take your time, take care of yourself and your beautiful soul. Don't stress over it.

You're giving free content. Remind yourself you're not indebted to anyone, really. Do it in your own rhythm :3

~🦊

Ok ok ok ok I get it. And I take back my words, i do like your kind of possessive and obsessed because it’s so cute and it’s so everything and yes. Like them just thinking about you with everything, they saw flowers- they remember your favourite ones and decide to get you them, remembering that you like a specific scent so they buy that kind of humidifier and the room fresheners or even in the little things just smiling like an idiot thinking about you.

So I don’t really get the appeal with the mating thing (I’m afraid as fuck of commitment🤡) but but but the new wip! It has that love pathetically trope and akhskajkssjsks. And yes finally an omega and alpha thing I can support because I don’t like the timid and possessive trope. And I just, imagine an omega who’s like all intimating and shit but like putty in the alpha’s hand. Something where the omega can finally Let go of all responsibilities and just yk, let themself be treated well.

And it reminded me I need new glasses too, like I think I worsened my number✨(I am secretly afraid of doctors like not in a scared way but I don’t like doctor visits) and thank you so much for being understanding <3

#I love talking to you lmao #☼࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠→ #☼࿐𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄.𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 #from.🦊baby

[the-insomniac-emporium]

I love your writing.

if it's not too much trouble may i make a request? I'm thinking the Dimitrescu women meeting and/or courting a fellow immortal.

the circumstances of the immortal's powers and possession of immorality are entirely up to you. I just like the idea of them meeting someone they could literally spend forever with...because they deserve it ❤

I wasn't sure if you wanted a story or headcanons? I went with HCs, here, but if you wanted more of a drabble or whatever just lemme know and I'll write something like that.

Also, I got excited and carried away so this has the whole Dimitrescu family, plus shorter ones for both Mother Miranda and Donna. Admittedly Alcina's is also a little on the shorter side? I tried to write everything that came to mind, but I am kinda tired right now, sorry. Might reblog this and add some more later.

(Under read-more for length)

Cassandra:

Tries (and fails) to hide her excitement. Mortality is one of the bigger things that has made her keep her distance to others, at least in the past. Every Maiden she’s ever been the slightest bit smitten with, up until this point, has been incredibly fragile. Seeing as she’s not exactly the softest person, one can easily imagine why that would be a turn off for her. But now that’s no longer a problem!

On the other had… having an immortal partner gives Cassandra pause. Why? Because what if they breakup? Normally, she can just, ahem, “dispose” of any exes (regardless of how much it hurts) so she doesn’t have to see them/deal with them anymore. If that’s not an option, she’ll definitely take longer than usual to do anything about her feelings. She wants to be sure, 100%, before she gets in over her head. Chances are she won’t hold back for as long as she wants though.

Likely to have a loud, messy confession. She’ll have been avoiding you for a few days, always ducking out of whatever rooms you enter, leaving you both hurt and confused. After enlisting the help of her sisters, you’ll be able to corner her outside. She’ll tell you, under no uncertain circumstances, to leave her alone. But you’ll refuse, demanding an explanation.

“I thought we had something. I thought you cared,” you’ll snap, eyes watering. “If that’s changed… if I was wrong, just tell me. I’ll leave and I’ll never come back.” Cue thunder and raining (because tropes) and Cassandra dramatically pulling you into a kiss, holding you so tightly you think you might bruise. Then she’s demanding that you stay, refusing to apologize but making it clear just how much she does care.

Being immortal, you’re not as defenseless as some of Cassandra’s past interests. Naturally, she doesn’t get quite as protective as she normally would. She’ll still have your back no matter what, ready to fight by your side against any foe, and will probably consider doing so a “fun bonding activity”. Oh, some lycans are encroaching on Dimitrescu territory? Time to go destroy them, as a power couple!

Despite having all the time in the world, Cassandra won’t change much of her actual courting behavior, nor the rate at which things advance. She’s still gonna get handsy fairly early on, still gonna “rah!” at you in the hallways, and still going to struggle with her jealousy.

Immortality Compatibility: I can see Cassandra going for another vampire (or vampire adjacent) creature, or someone demonic. She likes her lovers a bit rough, with some nice bite to their personalities. If you’ve got sharp teeth, or claws, or glowing eyes? Oh boy, she’s gonna be making heart eyes at you all the time.

Bela:

If your immortality isn’t immediately obvious, Bela is over the moon with joy when she finds out. Her eyes will go wide for a moment, before she tries to seem calm (so as to not freak you out), but her heart is pounding. This is what she’s been hoping for. As much as Mother Miranda has done for her family, there’s no guarantee that she’d be willing to give more. Even if Miranda granted Bela’s lover her “gift”, there was no telling what the results would be, or if the lover would survive. Now that there’s no need for such a transformation, it’s far easier for Bela to imagine herself in love (and eventually be in love).

Slow-burn romance over a decade or longer, oops. Doesn’t even necessarily mean to take things so slowly, just doesn’t feel a need to rush things, preferring that they develop organically. With both of you having unlimited time, you’re both used to working on a very large timescale. Maidens watching the two of you probably place bets on how long it’ll take you to hold hands for the first time. Everyone knows it’s coming, but no matter how much Cassandra and Daniela complain, Bela refuses to jump into things. By the time the two of you are officially together, you’re probably madly in love with each other.

More protective than Cassandra, if only because she knows just how rare you are. Immortal or not, you likely still have a weakness, and Bela will do everything in her power to make sure no one else knows what it is. If applicable, she will also ensure she has a countermeasure readily available. For example: If you were weak to fire, she’d make sure that the castle keeps extinguishers handy, just in case. Though they should probably already do that. Not that the Dimitrescu family cares much for OSHA compliance.

Somehow grows more in love with you with every passing year, and makes sure that you know this. Whether you’ve been together for one year or one century (because in this house we ignore canon), she’s always performing little acts of love, giving constant reminders of how strongly she feels. Gifts, special dates, book recommendations, etc.

Immortality Compatibility: Bela seems like the type to go for someone with a calming presence, and perhaps somewhat of a contrast to herself. I can picture her with someone somewhat angelic, or druidic, someone very in tune with nature. She’d love to feed deer with you and relax in the forest! Or lay against a tree by your side, listening to you talk about various microorganisms for hours at a time.

Daniela:

Practically tackles you when she finds out/connects the dots. This is just like one of her romance novels, where a lonely (attractive as fuck) immortal spends years in isolation before finally meeting the love of their life, who they get to spend the rest of eternity with. Absolutely ecstatic about the whole situation. Won’t stop kissing you and pulling you close, rambling about how great it’s gonna be to spend your lives together. Honestly? Kind of overwhelming. You might have to remind her a few times that you don’t have to rush into things, considering you have all the time in the world.

Introduces you to people as her “super cool/rad immortal life partner”. Genuinely cannot bring herself to not brag about you. If her sisters haven’t found someone like you yet, you can bet that Daniela will tease them about it all the time (much to their annoyance). If Momma Alcina doesn’t, though? Dani will keep her thoughts to herself, thank you very much (being grounded at her age does not impress the s/o).

Tries not to show it, but she’s actually very nervous. You’re immortal! You’ve probably seen a lot of shit (she certainly has)! Worries about keeping you interested in her, though she would never admit it. This tends to lead to her performing ridiculous acts to showcase her affection, regardless of the cost or, like, whether or not you’d even enjoy whatever she has planned. In order to counter her anxiety, you’ll want to reassure her whenever you can, and give her plenty of “I love you”s.

Strikes a decent balance between Cassandra’s nonchalant attitude and Bela’s protectiveness. Will defend you if you need it, playing up the romantic aspect, but also entirely willing to hide behind you in a scary situation.

Immortality Compatibility: Having probably read Twilight… Dani would date a werewolf, as long as they weren’t the smelly kind. Also interested in a sort of “magical”/elemental type, especially if their powers are influenced by emotions. In other words, if someone flirts with her in front of you, and your response is to subconsciously light your hands/the other person on fire? She thinks that’s hot, pun intended.

Alcina:

“Oh? Interesting,” she’d say, smiling softly (and trying to ignore the heat rushing to her face). Similarly to Cassandra, she’d try to play it off, not wanting to seem too excited. And, well, she’s not as excited as any of her daughters are. After all, she’s had more time than them to “get used” to the idea of outliving any potential romantic interests. So, she’s not exactly desperate for a relationship, even with someone she could spend an eternity with.

That being said, if she is romantically interested in them, she’s very relieved. Outliving a loved one can be incredibly traumatizing (fuck you c*pcom, you know what you did), and knowing that you’re safe (or at least safer than most) brings her no small amount of comfort.

Also, just glad to have another person close to her age around. Her daughters are somewhat stuck as young adults, and I imagine Alcina would want someone who gained immortality a little later in life, such as herself, as opposed to, ya know, reminding her of her children. That probably goes without saying. Hopefully.

More so than her daughters, Alcina would change her level of protectiveness depending on her s/o’s power level. If you’re a shapeshifter who can also turn into a big ass dragon? Then she’s not going to coddle you. If you’re immortal but still vulnerable, then she’s going to do her best to keep you safe, even going so far as to enlist the assistance of her daughters. “If you see a single Maiden growing mistletoe, or bringing some in from the village, let me know immediately,” or something like that, depending on your weakness.

Immortality Compatibility: Definitely would want someone in a situation similar to herself, having once been truly human, only to be “elevated” by something. Bonus points if you’re another disciple of Miranda, double bonus points if Miranda specifically “made” you to be Alcina’s boo/honey/darling/dear.

Bonus! Mother Miranda:

Oh god finally someone who won’t leave her (can’t leave her). No one can take you away from her, and that’s a relief that she’s been craving for over a century. Even if romance isn’t high on her priority list, she welcomes it with open arms, glad to have someone by her side through all of life’s chaos.

Admittedly slow to trust at first, probably just using you as a tool at first. But prove yourself enough, show that your devotion is more than just misdirected self-interest, and she’ll start to warm up to you. Forming a real relationship would likely take a couple decades, similar to with Bela. Once you are together, however, the two of you are inseparable in all matters.

You’d be her #1 follower, most trusted adviser, and the only person allowed to understand 100% of her thoughts and motives. While Miranda wouldn’t allow you to be seen as the same level as her (sorry), you’d still be a legend among the villagers. To them, you’re Mother Miranda’s champion, the epitome of a devoted follower that they all aspire to emulate. Not that they know the two of you are a couple, though.

Immortality Compatibility: No gimmicks, no cheap tricks, she wants (and respects) a fellow scientist, someone who clawed their way through adversity and forged themselves into something indestructible. Double the interest if you did so for a similar cause to her own, as she would appreciate your ability to relate to her suffering.

Bonus! Donna:

Someone to play with! FOREVER! No more losing people she cares about, no more accidentally breaking people, no more people scrambling to leave. Now that she has you, she can finally spend some quality time with another (living?) person. Honestly her dolls (or at least Angie) are just as excited as she is. Regardless of her relations with the other three Lords, Donna much prefers the company of a lover.

For real though she’s shy as hell and you might not even realize who’s pulling the strings until you’ve been in her house for over a year. She’d probably use her powers to trap you inside, at least at first, though they’d be nice hallucinations. You’d have to treat the dolls nicely, especially Angie, before she’d let you interact with her.

Eventually you’d be allowed to leave, and you’d be given a key to return whenever you wanted to. Assuming that you do, in fact, come back, the two of you would have a very, very slow romance, if only because of Donna’s anxiety. Hand holding makes both of your faces turn beet red, seriously.

Immortality Compatibility: *chanting* GHOST GIRLFRIEND GHOST GIRLFRIEND POLTERGEIST PARTNER POLTERGEIST PARTNER WOOHOO! Something with a flexible, only-sometimes-tangible form, who absolutely could have left at any time but didn’t because they wanted to stay.

#cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village

[hermannsthumb]

26 + 70 please! I'm loving these!

Anonymous asked: 89 + 70 to ease ur boredom?

26. Massage Fic + 70. Locked in a Room + 89. First Time

from fanfiction trope mash-up prompts here

some VERY OLD prompt fills I never got around to finishing! im talking like 3 years old. better late than never? this fic has a similar conceit to this one I posted last year, but it’s not like newt and hermann aren’t probably quarantining themselves constantly after lab accidents LMAO. sexy/not SFW stuff under cut

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“Mandatory isolation,” Newton says. “This blows.”

Hermann says nothing, choosing instead to aggressively turn a page in his book. He’s already said plenty to Newton on the subject, and he doesn’t imagine anything he has to say now will provide any new insights, or indeed even be moderately politer. Newton has—really, really—royally screwed things up this time. More than anything he has before. Hermann finds his anger over it all to be quite righteous, really. “Hm,” he hums instead. He turns another page.

“One whole week,” Newton says. “Locked in, nothing to do…”

Hermann grits his teeth. Truthfully, the book is for show, and for the excuse to ignore Newton, but it’s very hard to pretend to concentrate on it when Newton won’t stop talking to him. It’s especially irritating considering Newton is saying absolutely nothing of value. Then again, when is he ever? “Is there something you’re trying to say to me?” Hermann says.

Newton shakes his head. He’s playing with one of the little stress toys he keeps in his desk (a large foam strawberry), squeezing it over and over. “Oh, nothing. Just trying to make small talk.”

One whole week, locked inside the laboratory after one stupid little mistake meant Newton’s scalpel slipped where it shouldn’t have on his kaiju sample. One whole week of bloody self-isolation to make sure they don’t…infect the Shatterdome with anything they might’ve picked up in the resulting explosion. Not even a day in and Newton is already acting up. Kaiju withdrawal, perhaps, having been explicitly forbidden from working on any new samples until their containment passes. Squeeze. Squeeze. Hermann flips another page in his book. Newton clears his throat. “I know you’re not actually reading that,” he says.

“Aren’t I?” Hermann says.

Newton tosses the foam strawberry in the air with one hand and catches it with the other. “Tell me one thing that’s happened so far in it. Actually—tell me the title.”

“The title,” Hermann says, “is—”

“And no peeking,” Newton says.

This stumps Hermann. He slams the cover shut and makes to chuck the whole thing at Newton’s head, but decides better of it. He could get written up for workplace violence or some rubbish of that sort. Plus, without access to medical until the end of the week, Hermann would be the one who had to tend to any resulting wounds. Not worth it. “Fine,” he says. “I’m not reading it. Are you pleased, now that you have my undivided attention?”

Squeeze. “I guess,” Newton says. He smiles at Hermann. “Want me to suck your dick?”

This the last thing Hermann expects to hear. He startles; he blushes; he stammers; he nearly falls off his chair. Surely he must’ve misheard Newton—or, if he didn’t, surely Newton is teasing him. Newton has never done anything of that sort to Hermann before. Nor has he ever offered. It’s simply not how their relationship works. “I,” he says. “What?”

“Do you want a blowjob?” Newton says. So Hermann didn’t imagine it. “I just thought, since we’re both stuck here and bored as shit, may as well have some fun. People tell me I’m pretty good at it.”

“Good at—what?” Hermann says.

“At sucking dick,” Newton says. “Obviously.”

Hermann wonders what the appropriate response here is. Certainly he would like nothing more than to take Newton up on the offer and forget all his annoyances for a few wonderful minutes, or rather, to take his annoyances out on Newton’s never-ceasing mouth. If Newton’s offer is serious, Hermann is sure such an acceptance would be welcome. If Newton is not serious—if he means it as a joke—it could only lead to humiliation for Hermann. Something for Newton to hold over his head for the rest of the week. Hermann really thought Newton would suck him off? But the temptation of getting Newton’s mouth on him is too much for Hermann to resist, and he really is quite bored: he nods, shyly, and legs his legs part open an inch.

Newton grins.

He tosses his stress toy to his desk and gets down on his knees in front of Hermann with an admirable speed. Not saying a word, he settles his hand on Hermann’s thigh, then creeps his fingers along Hermann’s right inseam. “I bet it’ll make you feel better,” he says. “It’s gonna make me feel better. When’s the last time someone blew you, Hermann?” He fixes his eyes on the vee of Hermann’s parted legs, where the fabric of his trousers is tightening none-too-subtly at the mere notion of what Newton is offering. Hermann makes a weak show of closing them. He swallows a few times.

“I don’t, ah—I don’t remember.” Newton’s wandering fingers stop just before where Hermann wants them most, then skip over to the left side. “A few months. Years. Newton, I must—must ask—why are you…?”

Newton shrugs, and begins rubbing circles across Hermann’s inner thigh. “I’ve been thinking about how to get you to stop being pissed at me all day, and honestly, this seemed like it would work. Pretend it’s an apology or something. Man, Hermann, you’re tense.”

“You have no one to thank for that but yourself,” Hermann says. He shuts his eyes with a groan when Newton squeezes his left thigh like it’s his bloody stress toy. “By Jove, Newton, that feels marvelous.”

“Tense,” Newton says. “I told you. You don’t need a blowjob, dude, you need a goddamn massage.” He braces a hand on each of Hermann’s thighs and begins to work them over—clumsily, since (for all his skills in human biology) Newton is hardly a masseuse, but far better than anything Hermann could do all the same. Hermann sinks lower in his seat and muffles another embarrassing noise behind his hand. “Luckily, though,” Newton says, “I’m gonna give you both, because I’m an awesome lab partner. Let me know if something starts to hurt.”

Newton begins to focus his efforts on Hermann’s left leg, avoiding his knee at first, and then tentatively working his fingers over it as well. Hermann wonders if Newton can feel the scar tissue beneath his fingertips, or if Hermann’s trousers are acting as buffer enough for it. Hermann begins to sag in his chair. He feels positively boneless. He also feels that if Newton does not move those fingers (or, better yet, and as promised, his mouth) to his rapidly-stiffening prick soon, he’ll positively burst. “You enjoying yourself?” Newton says.

“Mm,” Hermann says. “Though, Newton—I don’t mean to be impolite, as I’m awfully grateful for this, but…”

Newton laughs, and with a final parting squeeze to Hermann’s leg, moves those lovely fingers to Hermann’s belt buckle and fly instead. “I got you, man.”

Hermann opens his eyes (not fancying missing this) and watches with bated breath as Newton draws down his trousers to settle comfortably at Hermann’s knees. He nearly blushes at the sight of his white boxer briefs, not just for their plainness, but for how badly they hide how wet his prickhead is already. Newton must feel Hermann’s eyes on him; he shoots Hermann a wink, and, not breaking eye contact, leans forward to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Hermann through his briefs.

Immediately Hermann clamps a hand down over his mouth to keep from shouting. He feels Newton laugh again, a vibration that thrums in the pit of Hermann’s stomach, and he pushes his hips eagerly up towards Newton’s mouth. Newton darts his tongue out this time, dampening the fabric of Hermann’s briefs further. Then he tucks their elastic waistband down below Hermann’s prick. “I didn’t expect it to look like this,” he says, and grazes his thumb idly across the head. He pulls it away sticky, and Hermann whimpers.

He moves his hand from his mouth long enough to say, “Have—have you thought about it often, then?” He means it teasingly—to regain some ground from Newton, some sliver of self-respect—but his voice trembles, and Newton’s grin returns with a certain lasciviousness to it that it’d not held before, and Hermann knows he’s merely given Newton more ammunition. He licks Hermann’s precum off his thumb. Hermann shivers.

“Oh, sure,” Newton says. “I jerk off thinking about your dick all the time.” He flicks his tongue over Hermann and makes a satisfied little noise, his eyelashes fluttering. He leaves another sucking kiss further down Hermann’s prick. Then another back up at the top. His fingers (Hermann notices vaguely, as if through a heavy fog) have begun rubbing soothingly at Hermann’s left hip. Hermann can only take so much: when Newton finally gets his whole mouth on him, two pink lips circling just under his head, Hermann grips blindly at Newton’s hair and comes down Newton’s throat with a muffled grunt. He feels Newton choke, but swallow it all down.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, when he finally finds himself able to speak. “I ought—ought to have warned you.”

But Newton merely wipes his smug little mouth on the cuff of his sleeve and waves Hermann off. “I’m just that awesome, huh?” he says. He gently tucks Hermann back into his briefs, then does up his trousers. “It’s cool. It was pretty hot, actually.” Once he finishes looping Hermann’s belt, he stands and stretches his arms above his head with a groan. “Hey, you want some coffee?”

“Coffee?” Hermann says, dizzily.

“Yeah, I was gonna brew a pot,” Newton says. “Get the taste out of my mouth and everything.”

Hermann blinks at him. Newton’s rather thrown him for a loop. Aren’t these sorts of things meant to be reciprocated? Hermann didn’t mean to assume—but he really was looking forward to the chance to, er, give Newton a similar favor. Very much looking forward to it. “That’s it, then?” he says.

“We have six days to go, dude,” Newton says. “No need to rush anything, right? We can work on your,” he smirks, “endurance after lunch.”

“Oh,” Hermann says. He considers it. “Coffee would be nice, then.”

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #robotsnchicks #Anonymous #not sfw////

[gaycrouton]

[Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained .“Who did this to you?”] I know I'm a weak and simple person but would you write this trope for Mulder and Scully if you have time?

Well I am a weak and simple person too because I fucking love this trope. I almost reversed the person who got hit, but alas, I did not. There are just so many options with this, I hope you like it lolol.

Something they’d learned in their multiple road trips across the country was that sometimes it was easier to find a bar than a gas station on the side of the road, and when nature called, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“You sonuvabitch!”

Mulder was taking significantly longer than she was and, being he had the keys and it was freezing outside, she was resigned to standing by the jukebox and watching two burly men fight over a thin, young woman. 

It was getting pretty violent, and she was irritated that the customers and the staff seemed more amused than concerned regarding the whole exchange. She hadn’t seen the beginning of the fight to know who was who or what one of these fine individuals she should be rooting for, but she knew it was escalating and didn’t want it to get out of hand. 

She didn’t like getting in the middle of bar fights, not that she really had any precedents to base that off of, but as a general principle, she liked to stay away from drunk and rowdy men. However, in her years of working with the FBI, she learned her judicial duty often conflicted with her desire to stay away from trouble. That, and she wasn’t going to stand by when she saw one of the over six foot burly men shove the diminutive girl into the bar.

“Hey!” she shouted, her voice going unheard amongst the cacophony of swearing and punching. 

She’d been walking over to them and when she got close enough she grabbed the forearm of one of the men, the same one who had shoved the girl, and tried again. “I’m with the FBI, I have to ask you to stop righ-”

The man ripped his arm out of her grasp and whirled around, nearly knocking her off her feet. “Or what, bitch?” he growled. 

She glared at him and didn’t back down. “Or I’ll be forced to put you under arrest for public intoxication and disorderly conduct.”

“Oh really?” he asked, grabbing her forcefully by her right forearm and causing her to stand on her tip-toes. 

“No, Johnny! Don’t!” the girl screamed as Scully tried to pry his hand from her arm.

“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed at her before turning his attention back to Scully. While still addressing the other woman, he seethed, “Bitch needs to learn not to interrupt the big boys.” 

Before Scully had a chance to realize what was happening, his fist came up and cracked down straight on her face. Hard. “No!” she heard a shrill voice scream as the man let her go.

In the periphery, she could sense that the two men had started beating on each other again, with renewed rage and anger, but all she could focus on was the intense burning sensation on her face. She put out a hand to lean against the counter as the other clutched her face. Fuck this hurt. 

She felt someone grab her wrist and she jumped in place, her eyes shooting open as she used the other hand to grab her gun. “Hey, hey, it’s me,” she heard as she registered Mulder’s concerned face standing in front of her. “What happened?” he asked, anger mixing with worry as he pulled her hand away.

She knew she had blood oozing from the corner of her mouth since that’s where the punch had landed, square on her jaw. She’d been so focused on how bad it felt, that she hadn’t thought about how bad it looked until she saw Mulder’s eyes widen as his nostrils flared.

He cupped her jaw with feather-like tenderness and started raking his thumb over the spot where her lips met, gathering some blood on his thumb only to examine it upon pulling his finger back.

She saw the bright crimson on the pad of his finger before he did, so she didn’t miss seeing the way his jaw clenched when he saw the tangible evidence of her pain on him. Mulder reached into his pocket, brought out a handkerchief and gently placed one hand under her chin for stability while the other one gently wiped away the remaining streak of blood.

Scully felt her breathing hitch from being under Mulder’s direct attention and her heart was pounding as she saw how truly and utterly pissed he was that she’d been hurt while he was away. His eyes were intense and focused, which is probably why her heart skipped a beat when his gaze flickered up to meet hers. “Who did this to you?” his voice was quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained. It was as if he was trying to remain as tender as he could for her while not being able to conceal his anger.

“The brown haired one,” she replied, motioning behind her to the yelling men. “He pushed the girl at the bar and I tried to get them to stop.” She was glad Mulder seemed to be able to understand her being she felt like she could barely open her mouth to get the words out. 

“Hang on,” he murmured before letting go and walking past her.

“Mulder, wait-” she began fruitlessly. She turned around just in time to see him grab the man by the collar of his shirt and whip him away from the other man, pinning him to the bar angrily before punching him in the face as hard as he could.

“You like hitting women?” Mulder yelled before punching the guy again.

Scully stood there in open shock. Sure, she knew Mulder was protective of her, but she’d never seen him pull the ‘knight in shining armor’ routine so brutally in front of her. She was a progressive woman, she didn’t feel the need to be rescued or have her honor protected by any man, but she’d be lying if she said seeing Mulder do it wasn’t extremely hot.

His jaw was bulging from how tightly it was clenched and she could practically feel the fury radiating off him. “That was my partner you hit you fucking moron,” Mulder yelled yet again punching the guy.

She was just about to step up and tell him to stop when he whirled the guy around and cuffed him. “You’re under arrest for assaulting a federal officer,” he stated tauntingly.

Someone must’ve had the good instincts to call the cops while the fight was happening, because just as Mulder was saying that, they came in and took over for him, grabbing the other man while they were at it. 

Mulder rolled up his sleeves while practically growling at the man. But as soon as his attention turned to her, all animosity washed away and was replaced with concern. She still was pressing his handkerchief to her mouth while watching him as he reached up to grab her face gently. “Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?”

She shook her head before saying, “Are all my teeth still there?” She’d been raking her tongue over them for the past minute, and while she thought they all were, her mouth was so numb with pain that she couldn’t fully tell. She bared her teeth to him with a grimace and he took a moment to fully make sure for her.

“Yeah, still there,” he confirmed, raising a hand to stroke her hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

“Don’t be,” she reassured, shaking her head. 

“How bad is it?” he asked.

“My face aches,” she admitted with humourless laughter.

He gently raised a hand to cup under her chin as he stroked the injury with his thumb. His touch was almost airless, yet the comfort of the gesture was powerful. “Let’s go find an actual gas station so we can get you some ice and pain medicine,” he murmured.

She was about to tell him she was fine until she caught the gentle pleading in his gaze. Her pain was his and since he couldn’t absolve it from her, he could at least do this. “Okay,” she nodded as she let him lead her out of the bar.

#gaycrouton #my fanfiction #msr #x files fanfic #hurt comfort #scully #mulder

[his-naughty-little-kitten]

Hi there! I have a genuine q. Why do you most kuro fans believe Seb and Ciel are in an intimate relationship (that's not shown explicitly to readers)? I get all the fanservice (fangirl over it tbh), but the kid -freaks- when others touch him. It's even happened with Sebastian. Yana sensei hints the cult assaulted him so all the 'don't touch me!' moments stem from that. With Ciel's visible trauma, I'm kinda scratching my head why so many people legitimately think Ciel wants to do his butler?

Hello, Anon ~

Wow, that’s a very interesting question! However, I’m afraid Icannot speak for the whole fandom, so I can only give you my personal opinion.

Definitely, one of the things that encourage theshipping is the fanservice. Yaoi fans are naturally attracted to series withtwo male leads, and shippers of any kind will always start shipping charactersthat spend a lot of time together, have a close relationship and make a lot ofphysical contact, as those are the things that lead to a strong bond (romanticor otherwise) in real life. So if you add some nearly sexual situations,suggestive comments and a certain amount of possessiveness, what you got is(something resembling) a relationship. It’s only natural that the fans ship it. Yet, I can seeyou’re hintingsomething deeper than a platonic relationship and, while I’m not one ofthose who believe that they fuck behind closed doors, there are severalin-canon reasons why such a thing wouldn’t be so unlikely.

1.- Sebastian’s character

Sebastianis portrayed in the manga as a very seductive human as well as a sinful demon.He’s what one would call a ‘lady-killer’, though it’s been made obvious throughthe manga that is not only ‘ladies’ that he’s interested in. We know he’s anexperienced seducer, but does he have any preferences?

Yana addressed this topic in a post she called “Sebastian’s favoritetype” (  http://akumadeenglish.tumblr.com/post/127400149717/sebastians-favourite-type ) and we were told that, when it comes to sex,Sebastian does not care about gender or age - a curious answerthat I believe is a subtle way of addressing the controversial topic aboutSebastian and Ciel age difference - and when having a long-term human partnerhe seeks an outstanding beauty as well as a high class soul, and the authormentions Ciel having those qualities. So we can deduce something from this;Sebastian likes Ciel. Maybe not romantically, as we know demons can’t love thesame way humans do, but there’s definitely some attraction beyond mere curiosity.Sebastian chose Ciel and he did so very carefully. This is not fanservice, butrather, a part of the character’s development, a confirmed canon fact.  

Apart from that, we’ve seen Sebastian caring for Ciel many times in a muchdeeper fashion than the mere “omg, I’ll lose my breakfast!” I can’t list all themoments in which this is shown because there are many, but another bloggeralready did something similar. (See it here - http://rabid-bunny.tumblr.com/post/144133678003/i-was-wondering-do-you-think-sebastian-and-ciel)

So, we have attraction + care. Maybe that isn’t enough tosay that he loves Ciel, but for a demon, I’d say it’s close enough, so the ‘Seba’ part ofSebciel is definitely not unrealistic. Now we only have to prove that Ciel isjust as willing as Sebastian is.

2.- Ciel’s character

Manga is a somewhat strict comic type. It followscertain guidelines and tropes that, while not mandatory, are to a certainextent what makes manga to be identified as manga. Those guidelines ofteninclude certain character archetypes. Think, for example, of a shonenprotagonist or a shojo heroine. And I’m sure that, when you think of other shonenprotagonists, Ciel seems kind of out of place. Well, that’s because Cielis a shota.

Shota is a manga genre that showcases underaged boysin sexual situations. And while it may seem controversial to the eyes of awestern reader, shota is a genre Yana is familiar with.

(Image - To the left, a shota boy as portrayed in one of Yana’s previous works, Glamorous Lip. To the right, Ciel in a famous manga scene.)

That alone is enough to justify the possible sexualinterpretations of many of the scenes she has drawn, as they are not innocentlydone. The author knows very well what she’s writing about and she purposely teases the reader.But, as you say, Ciel is a character that has never shown any sexualinclination through the series, be it due to a traumatic past experience orsimply to his young age.  

Ciel’s sexuality is a very interesting topic itself and I’d gladlydedicate a whole post to it alone, but I’ll summarize or this will be too long; Ciel isdefinitely knowledgeable about sex, whether he likes it or not. He isn’t innocent, asmany readers claim him to be. (“I’m already a ‘lady’” – vol. 02 ch. 07 – Ciel, when asked if he was tooyoung for “that pleasurable thing”.)

He’s also old enough in his universe, regardlessof realism on that matter, as other characters are already exposed to sexualityat his age or even younger (Siegleinde, Alois, Joan…) Yet he’s definitely notstraight.

Hehas expressed his disinterest in girls, women and marriage several times (“I don’thave time to associate with little girls”, vol. 01, ch. 02) and, while it maybe arguable that he has also refused his many male suitors (aka, asexuality),he didn’t hesitate when he had to use his ‘charm’ to seduce a man (ViscountDruitt, Edgard Redmond). He’s also been portrayed in many overly sexualizedscenes regarding men and, in fact, he also doesn’t get much female attention unlessthe eventual “aww, so cute…”, and the exception of Lizzy, his cousin, and Nina,the lesbian character, which suggests that the author is hinting the characteras homosexual. 

Butthis alone doesn’t solve the problem of his fear. Ciel was probably abused,most likely by men, and he fears intrusive adults and intimate touches. Yet hedoesn’t seem to fear Sebastian’s touch, however. Yes, there was a moment inwhich he did, confused as he was in his illness, mixing reality with hallucinations.It wasn’t Sebastian who he feared, but rather the man his eyes were seeing.

(Image - Hallucination vs reality; vol.19 ch. 90)

All the other times, he seems quite comfortable withit, including intimate touch. In fact, they initiate physical touch with eachother all the time. But, as for whether that’s enough to overcome Ciel’s phobia, that’s open for interpretation.

3.- The very own nature of demons and the contract

Thestory of Kuroshitsuji is a tale of lust. Sebastian lusts for Ciel. He desireshim. He’s possessive and doesn’t let anyone else threaten what’s his. (“The simple fact that someone other than I touches the Young Master disgusts me enough” - Sebastian in the 6th episode of the second anime season) He enjoys making him lookbeautiful (see “Sebastian’s favorite type” again). He takes delight fromripping off his clothes (refer to the CD Drama of pure, unadulteratedfanservice - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H9vTgzWL41U  ) And more than anything he seeks to defilethe boy in every possible way. The more the boys sins, the richer his soulbecomes. And it is also a matter of pride. Sebastian is a sinful creature. Andhe’s never refused. Or he wasn’t — That’s is, until he met Ciel. Becauseno matter what he does, he never gets his Master’s approval. He keeps getting rejected.But he is perfection, so why is this? 

Sometimes it looks like Ciel truly despises Sebastian.He belittles him, disrespects him and turns down any sign of affection. Onemight even think that they don’t even get along. But it’s not like it. Those around them can clearly see thatCiel trusts, needs and loves (romantically or not) Sebastian (vol 09, ch. 41)Still, the young earl is prideful and doesn’t show it. And Yana herself wrote yet anotherbeautiful post talking about this ( http://akumadeenglish.tumblr.com/post/110896308729/difference-between-alois-and-ciel-as-seen-by-yana ). It may not seem so interesting for those who don’t take theanime as canon, as it is a comparison between Ciel and Alois, but it definitelysheds some light to Sebastian and Ciel canon relationship, and it is indeed oneof Addiction vs Rejection.

“However manysweet candies ‘he’ gives me, Imust not be addicted to ‘him’.For 'he’ is not ahuman, but a beast.”

It shows Alois as the ‘weak’ part. The onewho surrenders, who falls into temptation. “Say that you love me” it’s one of hisquotes from the anime. It is very intense, in my opinion. Yet, that issomething we will never hear Ciel say to his demon, is it? That’s because Cielis portrayed as the one who doesn’t give in. He refuses temptation. He refusesSebastian. He will not let him be in control. But he does so only because hedoesn’t want thedemon to take advantage, not because he doesn’t enjoy it.

So, while I don’t believe that Ciel and Sebastian had ever had, sex, I’ll cite aquote that I like a lot, and it says “the Devil’s voice is sweet to hear”. So, those who believe that they did, are simplyassuming that Ciel gave in, that he surrendered to temptation. It is not aridiculous assumption, as such a thing is, in fact, a strong plot device ofKuroshitsuji. I can see how temptation could easily overpower fear. After all,Sebastian (or any other demon) is the incarnation of his Master’s desires. Hewould know what to say, where to touch… He would go asslowly as he needs, and whisper all the things Ciel yearns to hear. He wouldcomfort him, just like he always do when Ciel dreams about the things thathappened to him.

Somepeople believe that Sebastian and Ciel’s relationship would be one of abuse(well, what kind of relationship do you expect to have with a demon??), yetultimately it’s all to Ciel’s choice. Sebastian is just a dog on a leash.

So as to finally answer your question, I don’t believe thatCiel wants to do his butler, but rather, his butler wants to do him and it’s left to thereaders’ interpretation whether or not he will be able to do so.

#sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #kuroshitsuji #yana toboso #manga analysis

[fyrapartnersearch]

Contents

Before I begin, here is a bit of a “table-of-contents” section so you know what’s to come since this post is quite long!

Introduction & About Me [self-explanatory - an introduction to myself and some points on me and my writing style]

What I’m Looking for in a Partner [again, self-explanatory - a description of what I’m looking for in a partner]

Roleplay Information [a brief blurb on how I set up the following areas (which role I would prefer, what some little symbols mean, types of relationships, etc.)]

Fandoms [not many, but fandom pairings I would be willing to write]

Fairy Tales [again, not many, but fairy tale pairings I would be willing to write]

Pairings/Plot Points [again, self-explanatory - quite a long list of pairings and plot points that I’d be willing to write]

Plots [again, not many, but one plot of my own that I’d be interested in writing]

Characters [a list of characters and summaries of each that I already have the ideas for and could be fit into any other pairing/plot idea (i.e. you can choose one or multiple that you like and would want to write against and then we can build a plot from there, almost like a build-a-bear but with a story)]

Contact [my email and contact information]

Introduction & About Me

Hello! My name’s Rain, and I’m a 21-year-old who has been roleplaying for approximately 6 years (but only in the most recent 4 or 5 have I really been “serious”). After being dragged by the ankles (although not without a struggle) into a hellish chasm of personal issues that has kept me from writing, I’ve finally managed to work everything out and am now itching to get back into the roleplaying-game! I’m hoping that I can find some good partners to satiate my cravings, and hopefully I can satiate some of yours too. If you emailed me in the past and I didn’t respond, shoot me another email! Like I said, I had some things get in the way, so I’d be up for rekindling a past roleplay or picking up planning where we left off.

I can write replies ranging anywhere from 500-1200 words average - I know that’s a rather big window to call my “average”, but I don’t want to make it sound like that’s my strict length. This equates to around 3-8 paragraphs, but that obviously will vary depending on the size of the paragraph. I can certainly go upwards from 1200 and have gone on to posts with 2000+, however that’s usually too much for most people. Essentially, I’ll write the same amount you write so that it’s not over or underwhelming. Let me know your range and I’ll adapt! Although, if you would be willing to write 1500+/2000+ words a post, then you’d earn quite a bit on bonus points from me.

In terms of writing style, I write third person, past tense, multi-paragraph to novella. HEREare some samples of my writing! The first was an intro so it’s quite long, and the second is from the same roleplay as the first. The third is from a separate one.

I’m also putting this up front - my schedule’s a bit wonky. There will be some days where we can go back and forth multiple times with multiple posts each and there will be some days where I can’t reply at all. I’ll try my best to let you know in advance if there will be a period of 2+ days where I can’t reply, but things happen. My activity rate is partially dependent on interest level as well - if I’m really into and excited about our roleplay, I’ll be able to reply more often!

On a similar note, I’m on the east coast (EST) if that’s an important factor for you.

I’m open to playing multiple characters if that suits your fancy, or, if you’d rather just play one each, that’s fine by me as well.

For relationship pairings, I do all different kinds: romantic/sexual, platonic, familial, and antagonistic. I think it’s fine to mix and match all these different kids because they can make for some interesting character interaction! As for the gender pairings of the characters, I'm mostly looking for m/f, but depending on the idea/character I may do m/m (but please, make sure you ask first!). However, if we decide to do a m/m roleplay, I am not interested in top/bottom dynamics at all. I am especially not a fan of really cutsy, weak males either. Shy is fine, scrawny is fine, just not the trope of a typical “bottom” character. If I agree to an m/m roleplay, it means that both of our characters will not fit into either of those roles. They will just be who they are. It really peeves me when I do m/m roleplays and the character I write mine opposite is shy and blushy all the time. There is a time and place for that, and if that is part of who your character is, then fine. But there is a very clear line between being okay and realistic and being overboard and too much/exaggerated.

Regarding the above, I very much prefer the female role in m/f pairings but of course in m/m pairings I will play a male. I also find it interesting to write against more dominant male characters for heterosexual pairings, but that’s certainly not required. I can totally get behind a shy sweetheart of a guy as well! In the end, it’s your character, so it’s up to you! I don’t usually double in terms of each partner playing one male and one female, either - I know that is a deal-breaker for many, so I apologize for that. I may be willing to double in certain cases, but I’m not easily convinced - however, if you think you have mastered the arts of persuasion, then by all means, try to persuade me. I’m open to it.

I’m smut friendly as well and don’t mind including it in my roleplays, but it’s really dependent on the content of the story itself. I don’t necessarily want a story that is focused solely on smut, but I wouldn’t mind having it play a part (whether it’s small or large, that’s for you to decide). Going along with the NSFW theme, I’m all for most kinks - you name it, and more likely than not I’ll be willing to write it, but I would still rather you check with me first. The only ones that I won’t do and can’t be convinced to do are pedophilia, necrophilia, bestiality, anything with body fluids, feet, pregnancy/lactation, vore, and gore. Everything else is fair game. Note that of those, gore and only gore is fine when not employed sexually (i.e. if the characters are fighting or in battle or are doing something violent of the sort, then it is totally fine). If you’d like to include smut, ask me for my list of kinks and share yours with me as well!

I use face-claims for all of my characters and only use realistic images.

I'm only interested in roleplaying over email at the moment. My email is [email protected].

What I’m Looking for in a Partner

Now that we’ve got those basics out of the way, there are certain things that I would like out of a partner that hopefully someone can provide!

Be 18+, please. I know I’m technically on the younger end of the adult spectrum but I still feel uncomfortable roleplaying with minors (especially because some of my plots can contain smut).

I would prefer if you were female, just because I am more comfortable roleplaying and writing with someone who is the same gender as I am, but that isn’t a requirement, as I don’t want to totally limit the partners that reach out to me and potentially miss out on a fantastic male, nonbinary, etc. partner just because they aren’t female.

I’m looking for someone who can at least mirror or match my minimum post length, so no fewer than 3-4 paragraphs or 500 or so words. Again, if you want to write longer replies that span the 1500+ word range, than that would be even better!

I would like if you wrote in the third person. Tense doesn’t matter - write present or past, that’s up to you. But I won’t roleplay with anyone who writes in the first or second person, as it is a little weird to me.

If you can get me at least one post every other day, I’d be happy! If you can get me more than that, even better! Also, let me know if you’re not going to be able to reply for a prolonged period of time so that I’m not sitting on my hands wondering where you went.

Likewise, if you want to drop the roleplay for any reason, just let me know! I won’t be mad if it’s not working out, I just don’t want to be ghosted by someone who doesn’t want to continue and instead never replies again.

If you can play multiple characters, that would be wonderful, but again, it’s certainly not a requirement.

Use realistic face claims for characters, please! No anime or cartoons, but if you are an artist that has a more realistic style and would like to use your own art, then that is fine by me!

When you email me, let me know which things listed below interest you/you would want to include! Tell me a little about yourself and the way you write as well (including whether or not you would like to include smut in the roleplay as well as your limits if it’s the latter).

Also, if you have an idea that I haven’t listed, ask/tell me! I’m very open to suggestions!

Roleplay Information

On to the part that you’ve actually wanted to see! I have a variety of things that I would like to include in a roleplay. To set it up, my preferred role in a pairing will be italicized; if neither are italicized, then I will write either. I’ll also note what type of relationship I would be interested in writing for a particular pairing/plot (romantic/sexual, platonic, familial, or antagonistic); we can also combine some of the four (like a romantic/sexual and antagonistic would be fun). Additionally, we can combine pairings if you’d like by writing more than one character each. Anything with a carrot (^) means I have a plot in mind if you’d like to hear it, and anything with an asterisk (*) means that I am willing to write either m/f or m/m (which means anything without one means only m/f). I’m up for fluff or action or anything in between, so let me know what you want!

Fandoms

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy (romantic/sexual and/or antagonistic)

Ginny Weasley x Draco Malfoy (romantic/sexual and/or antagonistic)

[Your suggestion] x [Your suggestion] (romantic/sexual, platonic, antagonistic and/or familial)

Fairy Tales

Note: if any animal-esque character is involved in the following pairings, any romantic/sexual interactions will occur when that character is in human form, and/or the character will be replaced with a similar human mythical creature (ex: werewolf).

Little Red Riding Hood

The [Boy/Girl] Who Cried Wolf *^

Beauty and the Beast *^

Alice in Wonderland

Aladdin

Pairings/Plot Points

Royalty x Royalty (romantic/sexual, platonic, and/or antagonistic) *

Royalty x Peasant (romantic/sexual, platonic, and/or antagonistic)

Royalty x Knight (romantic/sexual or platonic)

Kidnapping/abduction

Vampire x Human (romantic/sexual, platonic, and/or antagonistic) [note: I have done this one a lot of times, so if you’d like to do this one, make sure your plot is interesting and/or unique!]

Demon x Human (romantic/sexual and/or antagonistic)

Overprotectiveness/possessiveness [note: I love this relationship element, especially overprotectiveness!]

Demon x Demon Hunter (romantic/sexual and/or antagonistic)

Artist/Photographer x Model/Dancer (romantic/sexual, platonic, or familial) *

Superhero x Superhero (romantic/sexual, platonic, antagonistic, and/or familial)

Superhero x Supervillain (romantic/sexual, platonic, antagonistic, and/or familial)

Biker/Biker Gang x Civilian (romantic/sexual, platonic, and/or antagonistic)

Rich x Rich (romantic/sexual and/or antagonistic)

Rich x Poor (romantic/sexual, platonic, and/or antagonistic) *

Rich x Servant/Maid (romantic/sexual)

Genie x Human (romantic/sexual, platonic, and/or antagonistic) *

Fae/Fairy/Pixie x Human (romantic/sexual, platonic, and/or antagonistic)

Plots

I only have one pre-thought here, but I’m really open to your suggestions! If you’ve been dying to write a plot but haven’t found someone to write it with yet, please tell me! I’d be happy to satiate your craving.

A florist and tattoo shop are located across the street from each other, and the tattoo artist comes in every day to buy flowers/look at flowers to practice drawing, but both he and the florist are very much attracted to each other.

Characters

I’m not quite sure what to call this section, but it’s essentially a summary (more like bullets) of some characters that I already have ideas for that can be used in various different scenarios and plot-lines. They are in no particular order. If you are willing to let me use one of these, that will earn you major bonus points with me! Let me know if you are interested in any and I can elaborate. Most of them don’t have names yet (and the ones that do are subject to change) because I am very picky with names, aha, but I’ll think of those later. There obviously aren’t many of these at the moment, but there will likely be more of these added in the future. Anything with a plus (+) is one I am really dying to use! If you have an idea for/an already made character that you think would pair well with any of these, please describe them to me! Or, alternatively, if you have any characters you’ve been dying to use, let me know! Perhaps I can create a character to write opposite them.

i. anny // female // early to mid twenties // heterosexual // asian // american // + // laid-back; quiet; passive-aggressive; collected, sly; manipulative; understanding; charming; grew up wealthy, still is wealthy, doesn’t bring up financial situation much; has danced in various genres since she was little, still does; english major, cognitive science minor; plays the violin; dislikes uncleanliness; editor.

ii. olson // male // mid twenties // bisexual, prefers men // caucasian // american // + // bitter; sarcastic; serious; aloof; intelligent; private; defensive; lost hearing in his early childhood, received cochlear implants in late adolescence, speech still sounds “different” from a hearing person’s; knows American Sign Language (ASL) and English; film/television production and mathematics double major, art history minor; likes maps; doesn’t particularly like physical contact; photographer [note: would prefer to write him against a character who is hearing and able to talk rather than another character on the mute/hard-of-hearing spectrum; you can find his full character sheet HERE].

Contact

That’s all I can think of at the moment! Again, if there’s anything else not listed that you’ve been dying to try out, let me know! More likely than not, I’ll say yes and jump right on board. Shoot me an email at [email protected] with your interests and a little information about yourself (ex: average post length, activity, etc.). If you shoot me a message just saying a pairing you were interested in without telling me about yourself, then I won’t be as inclined to reply since I don’t know if our styles would match up! So please, tell me about yourself - I promise I won’t bite!

#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #multiple paragraph #short term #long term #email #harry potter rp #smut rp #submission

[wrathfulmercy]

Easy meme questions "What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most?" "Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing." "Is there a fact/detail about your muse that you think would surprise people if you told them about it?" because I'm greedy XD

Easy meme for a burnt out mun from here

What is an aspect of your muse that you’ve wanted to explore the most?

Answered here

But I definitely wanna mention his sexuality again, cause a struggling mind leads to a different form of desire in many ways (some don’t want to be intimate at all, some struggle with allowing it, some overdo it, some use it to compensate etc) and I wanted this greedy side of him when he’s usually so selfless and romantic. He’s too intense to only like it the soft way, ain’t I right? 👀

Name one idea for a plot you’ve had but never gotten around to writing.

Definitely a soulmate AU. Let’s be clear I love supernatural/fantasy novels/stories, but I HATE writing them. The only trope I would dare to approach would be a soulmate story, like having the same mark from their birth or a connected soul that brings them together. Feeling what the other feels without knowing why, dreaming of the other without knowing who it is, feeling whole when the other is around, feeling the same pain and love which makes every form of argument and intimacy even more intense. I love that kind of stuff, being destined to be with each other even if they are enemies or something. But as I said: I’m very very bad in writing fantasy stuff, so as soon as it comes to using magic and spells and creatures like vampires or werewolves I would probably not do it. I would like it more in a world like black mirror (hang the DJ) or the Netflix series The One 🤔 but that being said I love soulmate stories like in the anime X where the connected souls are also enemies and need to kill each other to safe the world. Or the connection of the darkling and Alina in shadow & bone where only she is able to calm his powers.

Is there a fact/detail about your muse that you think would surprise people if you told them about it?

Maybe that he’s insecure about his body and lacks self esteem? Rick often seems confident and strong, like he’s always prepared and follows tactical decisions, but in fact he’s very impulsive and is addicted to control to hide his insecurities behind his strong facade. If he wouldn’t seem strong and confident, his enemies could see a weakness in him they could use against him. If his partners would see his insecurities they would probably think he’s a weakling and wouldn’t feel safe around him, even if this is all he wants to provide. He’s not self aware of the fact that he’s attractive to others, that’s why he often hesitates to take off his shirts and gets very jealous for his partners, cause he’s convinced everyone is better than him. Even in his mafia verse where he lives out his sexuality more open than in other verses, he pretends to be confident and open, but inside he’s still insecure and endlessly searching for a safe harbor to settle at. He’s horrible at flirting, besides when he gets a bit tipsy or feels more comfortable around someone, but often his old self of a goofy nerd comes out and he seems clumsy and like the complete opposite of the strong leader facade he learnt to built over years.

@negans-savior-complex

#answered headcanon #hc meme answered #negans savior complex