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olderthannetfic · 2 months
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Genuine question: what's the point of writing fanfic? As in, what's the purpose? No one in the fandom I'm in comments on fics and I even got told off by one person for doing so, as it "encourages bad writers and makes them think they're good". So it seems that it's a lot like book writing, where people work hard and are creative, but instead of getting paid and getting comments on the work, you just sit there silently hoping someone will press the kudos button and make a number go up. I feel like that time and work could be better spent on making something you might get some kind of profit off of. Don't get me wrong, I love doodling fanart, but I don't post it, as I'm aware that there's no point to doing so, and while it's a nice way to fill the time on a commute, it's not something that takes me as much time and effort as fanfic does. So... why do people bother? Sometimes I describe ideas I have and people I know in my fandom will tell me I should write it, but I don't see why. I get more interaction from just saying "imagine if [thing here]" than I would by sitting down, writing for hours, editing and posting [thing here], so what would the point be? I'm not punching down or going "haha women and their fanfic lol!", I genuinely do not get what the point is and this blog feels like it might have someone reading who knows the answer.
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Do you make art for profit? Genuine question.
There's nothing inherently wrong with being motivated primarily by external factors, but it's not actually why a lot of people create things, whether it's books or recipes or doodles in a notepad.
I enjoy the actual process of writing.
I think many people lose sight of that aspect in an era where tons of <500-word fics that are mostly outlines and "Imagine if..." posts get disproportionate attention for being easy to consume. But the satisfaction of doing a bigger art piece and doing it right is real and motivates a hell of a lot of creation.
I suppose you might be thinking "Okay, but why not just write it alone and never post?", but I like sharing. Showing off my finished creation is part of the joy, and sharing with other people like me is too. But those aren't quite the same thing as worrying about kudos. It's like dressing nicely when you leave the house because you feel great when you know you look good vs. needing another person to tell you you look good.
To be honest, though, this type of feeling has grown in me the better I've gotten at a craft. The closer my finished projects get to the vision in my head, the easier it is to find them fulfilling and to be excited to share them. When I fall short of my own ambitions, it's discouraging no matter how much attention I might get from others.
I feel like it's time for my regular reblog of Adam Westbrook's video essay series The Long Game.
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The third and least known in the series is all about this idea of who you're making art for if you're not getting material rewards in the short term. It talks a lot about autotelicity—being internally driven instead of externally.
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But if you really just want clicks, anon, start a blog that accepts anon asks and posts about wanky stuff. Actually tag things, unlike me, so people can find you.
No, writing for attention isn't worth it.
The time investment is too great and your brain will always fixate on the times people didn't respond instead of the times they did.
But that's not actually why most people write.
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shomixremix · 20 days
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Hiii! >~< could you make march 8th head canons (what genshin men do on womens day as ur bf!) fluff! sorry English isn’t my first language but I looove your work! This is my first request I’m so nervous ^_^ !! 🌸🌸🌸
If you have time to do this could you add Kaveh, Xiao , Wanderer and Diluc? Thank you in advance <333
International women's day with them ♡︎
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hii anon!! don't be nervous, you can always request anything, lovely ♡︎ thank you sm for your request!!
and english isn't my first language too hehe
also i'm so sorry if this doesn't sound like him, i'm not really used to writing for wanderer😭😭
tags: kaveh, xiao, wanderer, diluc, female!reader, fluff, implied smut (yet nothing described), kissing, international women's day, feministic themes
-> of course, your boyfriend should treat you like a goddess everyday, yet there's that one special day every march where he shows his favorite woman a special kind of treatment.
reqs open ♡︎
-> kaveh
"hi, my love!" your blonde lover chirped as you blinked your eyes open. where were you? what's happening?
"mh.. kaveh?" you ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes while you yawn, still half asleep. you can't even think before a bouquet of sumeru roses is shoved in your face.
"happy 8th of march, baby! flowers for my beautiful flower~" he teased cheesily, and you softly laugh. your arms drape around his neck, bringing him closer.
"you're so corny," you chuckle again, eyelids half-open, "but thank you"
"heh, you still love me" he smiles wide, pressing a warm peck on the tip of your nose. "c'mon now, get up, baby. we're going out today"
your eyes flutter wide open, your mouth a little agape. "out? but, don't you have work? you've spent all week complaining about that client.."
"i can take a day off" he mumbles, kissing you again. "it's been so long since I last took you on a date, anyway. now's the perfect time, hm? so come on, get up! we got a whole day's worth of dates!"
he pulls the covers of your shared bed impatiently, trying to get you to get up as fast as possible. the architect grabs your legs, dragging you out from the soft bed.
"noo, kaveh..", you try to protest, "what kinda guy are you if you don't wanna let me sleep on women's day?!"
"the kinda guy who loves his girlfriend and wants to spend time with her! now, c'mon!"
-> xiao
as an adeptus, xiao has lived long and has seen many things change over the years. one of those things are different holidays and celebrations amongs the mortals.
do not get him wrong - he absolutely agrees that all different genders should have equal rights, why wouldn't they? he's a big supporter, he even participated in marches and fights himself! he just didn't get the whole deal with flowers and chocolates.
weren't those kinds of things reserved for another confusing mortal ritual, called "valentine's day" or something?
however, all that changed once he started dating you. suddenly, he realized that kind of attention was important to you and he wanted to give it to you. he wanted you to feel loved and wanted and seen, no matter how much he didn't understand human customs.
"xiao?" you ask a little stunned as the adeptus appears before you with a Qingxin flower in his hand. "what's.. what's going on?"
"for you", he simply regards, giving you the beautiful flower, "i wish you a very joyous women's freedom day"
"aww, xiao, thank you, you shouldn't have!" you press a soft kiss on his cheek, and you could practically feel him blush.
"i simply wanted to express my gratitude and sympathy for you" he slowly continues, clearing his throat.
"this day is a celebration of the female gender, is it not? it's only right i celebrate the most important important woman in my life"
you simply melt at his words, throwing your arms around him in a warm hug. he was the most important man in your life, too.
-> wanderer
"here" he muttered, hiding his face away from you as he shoved some hand-picked flowers in your face.
"what's.. this? are you okay, hon?"
he blushed furiously as the petname rolls of your tounge, getting more and more embaressed by the second. he so badly wanted to yell at you not to call him that, yet he swallowed his words for the ocassion.
"i'm fine" he coldly said, his gaze still away from you.
"and those are flowers. flowers, for you."
"for me?" you repeat back in shock, unsure how to react to your boyfriend's sudden display of affection. he never before did something like this, so your confusion was more than understandable.
"for women's day" his usually cold voice had a slightly embaressed tone in it, which cought you off guard. "and you are a woman, so it was only logical. if you don't want them-"
"no, no!" you protest immediately, taking the flowers from his hand eagerly.
"i love them! they are so beautiful! thank you.."
you softly kiss his cheek, making him blush. he says nothing, yet he silently tangles his fingers with yours, holding your hand as the two of you stroll away.
-> diluc
"diluc? love, aren't you going to angel's share? what are you still doing home?"
you softly ask your fiancé as you decend down the stairs of the dawn winery. you're still in your nightgown, hair a little dishvelled, eyes still a little puffy. he smiles at the image of his beautiful future wife, in disbelief that he was the one to put that shiny ring on your finger.
"no, not today, my dear. i took today off to spend time with you. it is a special ocassion, after all"
"oh? a special ocasion? what are we celebrating?"
he smiles softly, looking at you with pure adoration: "it's women's day, darling. it's only right to spend my day with a woman important to me. and who could be more important than my future wife?"
your eyes lit up in excitement as you make your way down, taking his hand he held out for you. "really? we get the whole day for ourselves?"
"mhm", he hummed in agreement, grabbing you closer.
"well, i have presents first, but yeah. i thought we could go for a walk along the starfell lake... if you're not up for that, you know i don't mind staying home all day"
"presents? you really shouldn't have, diluc.." you softly chuckle in awe as you look around the large living room, noticing the many flowers and a few boxes of what looks like jewelery and sweets.
"what can i say? i love spoiling my future wife"
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cheapshrimpysheep · 7 months
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Hii!!! I want to say how much I love your blog!!! From the aesthetic to the writing everything is just so cute and enjoyable!! I also love how you write Jamil personally hehe.
Idk if you still have your requests open buttttt I have a fluff idea for the basketball club :) the boys want to invite their (freshly obtained) partner!reader to a pretty important basketball match but ✨circumstances✨ happen (anything you can think of really) and they end up not saying anything to them about it. But on the day of the match their partner shows up anyway fully dressed in cheerleading attire, facepaint, pompoms, loudly cheering for them (embarassing them a lil but in a wholesome way y'know ❤️) maybe you can write some post match fluff?
Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!! It's a delight to read it all!!
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COMMENTS: Awww, thank you 🥰 It so happens that I identify a lot with Jamil (perhaps even too much). And maybe that's also why I had never thought of writing an MC that, let's say, out-going? Because a shy person like me would never do that cheerleading thing in public at least. 😅 But I wrote it. 😉
Btw: That cheerleading thing doesn't exist in my country so the only things I know about it are whatever I saw in american movies. But in return, I played basketball for 3 years when I was younger. So in that regard I know a few things.
I hope you and all enjoy 🏀
PS: I was waiting for Floyd's basketball card to come to the english server to write something with them. I still want to do it, in addition to this one.
CHARACTERS: Basketball Club (Ace, Floyd & Jamil)
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Established Relationship; Kissing
WARNING: Spoilers from Ace's and Floyd's Basketball Jersey Lines
WORD COUNT: An average of 500 words per character.
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🏀❤️🏀🦈🏀🐍🏀
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Ace really wanted to invite you to the game, but in the meantime, he got into some misbehavior issues and spent the whole time trying to make sure Coach Vargas wasn't going to ban him from playing.
He ended up forgetting to invite you, as it wouldn't make sense to do it without being sure he was going to play. He sends you a message at the last minute and that's why he doesn't even know if you'll make it.
I can see him dating a more outgoing person, so let's go that route. You appear in the game, yes, dressed in cheerleading attire alongside Cater and Deuce. Cater because I can see him doing that for being great for magicam. And Deuce because he really wants NRC to win.
While he is overjoyed to see you and thinks this is an excellent opportunity to show himself off to you, he is also a little embarrassed by the attention you are diverting to him.
We also go the route where they win. While the players are celebrating, they go to you and the rest of the cheerleading group. Ace runs up to you and hugs you so happily he lifts you off your feet. And in the midst of happiness he kisses your lips, while holding you.
He did it on the spur of the moment, and when he realizes what he's done, he's extremely embarrassed. Great chances of Floyd messing with him for that.
If someone from the opposing team starts looking at you while he is not with you, he will say with a smirk: “Can look, but not touch, you hear me?”
Before the players go to shower, Ace asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. When he goes outside and sees you distracted, he sneaked up on you and hugged you from behind. And kisses your cheek.
“Hey, what do you say to a celebration party tomorrow~? Trey said he's going to make cupcakes shaped like basketballs. Isn't that cool?” and then you hear him moan in pain softly and for a second.
You had felt his fingers curl a little when you heard that. And you remembered that one day he commented to you that his fingers get sprained all the time when he is playing. That it hurts to bend them. After a game like that, they must be hurting a lot then.
You take his hands. “Ouch...” you bring them to your lips, and kiss them softly. You tell him you could take care of him. “I deserve that, don't I?~” he says and goes back to kissing your cheek affectionately.
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Floyd really wanted to invite you to the game, but in the meantime, on the one hand, the Coach Vargas wanted him to train even more. Being the tallest, the coach had high expectations for him (pun not intended). And on the other hand, Azul wanted to do something special at Mostro Lounge, as a lot of people from off campus would come to watch the game and it was an opportunity to have more customers.
Sometimes he had fun doing these things. And when he didn't want to do them, he preferred to be left alone. This plus the fact that he thought that: "since you are his partner now, isn't it already implied that you're going to watch the game?” made him end up not inviting you officially.
Jade is the one who reminds you on the day of the game. Since it was an important game, you wanted to do something special for Floyd. And taking advantage of this, Azul suggests that you come to the game dressed in cheerleading attire. This type of incentive can increase their chances of winning the game and consequently the chances of increasing customers at Mostro Lounge. And if you don't want to do it alone, don't worry, at least Cater, Deuce and Kalim will be doing the same alongside you.
I definitely can see Floyd with an outgoing partner. All of his colleagues were worried because he seemed unenthusiastic. And if he continues like this, he might not even want to play properly and that would make them lose the game for sure. And what's worse is that they couldn't even complain about it or risk getting their asses kicked.
When the game starts, what they feared most was happening. He didn't feel like playing. Which also made the opposing team not worry too much about Floyd. Fortunately, a couple of minutes after the game starts, he hears you cheering him on. He looks at you dressed in cheerleading attire and his mood changes radically. “Koebi-chan~!” He waves at you with his cutest smile. Before turning to the opponents with a sadistic smile. Now he wants to play.
The one the players on the other team thought was a drag on NRC has suddenly become the most powerful athlete in the game. To the point that the opponent who was chosen to block him was afraid to do so. And the one chosen to be blocked by Floyd (who happened to be the strongest player on the opposing team) did his best not to keep the ball too long.
He usually gets expelled from the game before it's over, but this was a big one and you were rooting for him. He had to stay until the end! So he behaved and tried to make as few fouls as possible.
Hardly in these conditions NRC would lose. So they win! If during their celebration, someone from the opposing team starts looking at you. Floyd first smiles at them. "Pretty, right?" and then put on that scary straight face "Well, it's not for your eyes."
When he comes to you because you are all celebrating together, he will pick you up. “You look so cute dressed like that.” He tells to you. If there are kisses, they will be yours on his cheeks.
Before the players go to shower, Floyd asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. When he goes outside and sees you distracted, he sneaked up on you. And behind you, he whispers in your ear: “Baa~”
You turn and he picks you up again so that your faces are level. Your noses are touching. “Hey~ Came to Mostro Lounge with me. I'm not in the mood to celebrate without you. And I can get Azul to give you your favourite for free. Isn't that a good deal~?”
He's not much for kissing your lips in front of others, so he only does it now.
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Jamil really wanted to invite you to the game, but between babysitting, I mean, looking after Kalim and training for the game, he ended up not even getting to spend time with you.
Honestly, I don't see Jamil with a very outgoing partner. Since it could be like a Kalim 2.0 for him. But I certainly see Kalim going to you, already dressed in cheerleading attire himself and dragging you to dress like that too and go cheering Jamil and the others alongside him.
Because of Kalim, you two end up being a little late and when you arrive the game has already started. And Jamil had just scored. Kalim (and maybe you too) shout to congratulate Jamil. He looks at you two and is immediately flattered, shocked and embarrassed. Not because of you, but because he doesn't like to draw attention to himself, nor to have others draw attention to him that way.
Unfortunately his performance drops slightly. Until he overhears an opposing player commenting on you. At that moment, he manages to take the ball away from the opposing team, run to the basket and score.
This made him realize two things: first, your cheering the made the whole team’s morale shot up. And second, It’s also slightly distracting the opposing team. Genial!
Whenever he scores and you celebrate, he gets flattered and embarrassed but smiles at you discreetly.
They end up winning! While the players are celebrating, they go to you and the rest of the cheerleading group. He walks towards you, but is intercepted by Kalim, who hugs him. And it's only a few seconds later that he looks at you, looks at Jamil, smiles awkwardly and breaks the hug.
But more awkward than he is, you two are. Jamil doesn't like public displays of affection, so at first you don't even know what to do our say. You end up saying: "Congratulations on the victory" at the same time as he says "thanks for the cheering". And you two giggle.
Before the players go to shower, Jamil asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. He greets you as soon as he sees you and walks towards you.
He opens his arms, inviting you to hug him. And you do it. “Sorry I didn't thank you properly after the game.” He places his index and thumb on your chin, tilting it up and bringing his face closer to yours. “But now I can.” he whisper and kisses your lips.
“*Sigh* I really don't want to go back to Scarabia  and put up with Kalim's party spirit.” He hugs you around the waist and gently places you against the wall. “So would you celebrate with me a little while before I have to go?”
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pastelvelvett-2nd · 6 months
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Hello there I seen your wrote for Harvey from sdv, I’m not sure if what other sdv characters you will write for but I was wondering if I could request yan!sebastian x gn!Willing!reader. Just some stuff on what type of ya deer he is and how he would act with a so who is ok with his yandere tendencies. Sorry if this sounds confusing at all
Hello! Thank you for reading my Harvey fic!!
It doesn't sound confusing at all, don't worry about it. ^^ I present to you: ✨the yandere emo boy✨
Trigger warnings are, as always, in the tags!
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Yandere!Sebastian x GN!Willing!Reader
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Sebastian would be the type to take a while to warm up to you.
At first, Sebastian didn't think too much of you. He had absolutely no clue why you would decide to move here of all places when you already lived in a place he dreamed to live in. He was a bit jealous, to be frank.
Surprisingly enough, you kept visiting and talking to him, despite his aloof behavior the first time you spoke. The more you'd chat, the more he'd understand your perspective and what drove you to leave the hubub of the city. He began to get to know you better, and you seemed to want to do the same in turn.
Sebastian started awaiting your visits with bated breath, and when you did arrive, he acted a lot less cold than he initially did. He started being more open, and the two of you even shared some of his geeky interests. Your hangout sessions became his favorite part of the day.
With you, he was open and friendly. There was nothing he wouldn't share.
He realized something. How open he was... It's wasn't the norm. A person only shows certain facets of themselves to another. That's the way he used to function, and everyone else seemed to tick the same way. Surely, other people must know other sides of you that he wasn't familiar with.
There were many things he wouldn't find out about you. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach like little else did.
Sebastian would be the type to eventually begin stalking you.
This way, he'd get to know you in a deeper way he ever could just by listening to information you'd offer him. He'd follow you around town, watching as you'd go shopping or talk to the villagers. Sometimes you'd even go drinking on fridays and play videogames on the arcade machines with Sam.
You seemed close to Sam.
Sebastian would be the type to cut anyone off without a second thought, anyone that isn't you.
As much of a loner as Sebastian already was, he gradually talked to Abigail less and less, and Sam... He stopped talking to him alltogether.
Sebastian would be the type to want to do awful things to someone he once called a close friend, all because of you.
He couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, which was a shame, because it seemed like the two of you spent more and more time together.
Sam obviously noticed his change of behavior, and so did you. Sam first tried talking to Sebastian about it, but a curt "I'm busy right now" and a dirty look from him made it clear that he wasn't quite as willing to talk.
When Sam saw Sebastian following you around town, he obviously went and told you about it. You seemed to react... A lot less scared than he expected you to?
"I'll talk to him about it. Don't worry." You told Sam, though he didn't think you talking to him would ease his worries any bit. He practically begged you to talk to tell the police, but you assured him you would take care of it. Sam eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly.
You visited Sebastian like you usually would, acting completely normal as if you never found out he had been stalking to you. If you didn't bring the topic up, then he would've never known that you knew, but you did exactly that.
You confronted him about it.
In such a calm and casual way, Sebastian thought he was dreaming or hallucinating.
You explained that you knew everything. You left out who told you and just said you caught on to it on your own, just to be safe.
You explained you had no problem with it. Sebastian didn't believe you at first. He was upset that you would lie to him.
But you assured him of your honesty. You truly didn't mind. Sebastian's eyes widened, now believing you.
He loved you before this an abnormal amount, but somehow, hearing this made him love you even more.
Sebastian would be the type to build a shrine to you.
He adored you. So much. He felt so grateful that you would accept even this... Intense side of him, so grateful that you treated him with so much love. So happy that you apparently liked him enough to ask him out.
Yes, despite him being head over heels for you, he was too shy to ask. Eventually he would, of course, but you made this so much easier for him.
And you, on the inside, didn't just tolerate his obsessive attention, but you were even pretty flattered about it. Not something you'd directly admit to him, of course.
Neighbors would urge you to not involve yourself with him, but you didn't listen.
Sebastian would be the type to only kill if he considered it necessary.
It wouldn't be out of guilt. Murder came with a lot of complications. Sebastian, being a calculated person that always thinks before he acts wouldn't give in to his violent urges. Except for when he had to, of course.
He just hoped there would be no need for it.
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peachsayshi · 1 year
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Pre the “love you” first HCs, can you do a flirting hc of how the jjk boys would woo their crush before falling in love? ♥️
˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ how did they woo you before falling in love? (feat. gojo, geto, nanami)
minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags:  fluff; only soft things
notes: anon, I am so excited to write this request for you! if anyone wants to read the previous hc's you can find them here & here. I'm just writing this out for the characters that I already wore about.
˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Gojo
In the beginning, courting you was simple. Satoru would go all out by treating you to fancy dinner dates. He constantly surprised you with little gifts of flowers, chocolates, and jewelry. Throwing money as a way to earn your affection was easy, and he didn't have to think about making any effort when his feelings came wrapped up in a pretty bow.
In between the many text messages and phone calls, Satoru would spend any free moment he had with you, but he could tell that you were responding to his gestures with a forced smile. You've only been dating for a short while but you were suddenly unimpressed by everything he had to offer. The spark in your eyes started to fizzle and he knew that you might be reconsidering this relationship altogether.
He understands that he isn't the easiest man to love - he can't exactly commit himself to you, and he's usually inaccessible because of his duties as a sorcerer. There's nothing about Gojo's world that accommodates another person, but he moved mountains to make it happen.
"How about we stay in tonight?" he asked one evening, his arms circling your waist and his blue eyes taking in your shocked expression reflecting from the mirror.
"But...I'm already dressed..." you replied with confusion, looking at your outfit that you thoughtfully put together with disappointment.
"Trust me, I have a better idea..."
You were sitting on a stool, resting your elbows on the kitchen island while watching with intrigue as your lover, who is one of the wealthiest men in the country, struggle to cook a decent meal for you.
The apron barely fit Satoru's long torso, and his clothes were stained with oil and sauce. He spent a majority of the time complaining about why things weren't working correctly but you were smiling throughout the whole experience. By the end, your cheeks were killing you from how much you were laughing. Satoru made it across the finish line with his hair tousled and his cheeks red. The counters were a complete mess, and you even bit back a teasing comment about how terrible his plating looked.
Despite the chaos that he ensued, the food tasted absolutely delicious. You swallowed every bite as you stared at him with nothing but tender eyes. The vibrant smile plastered across his face wasn't his smug satisfaction for accomplishing this task but relief that the fading spark as blooming into a warm flame.
He wasn't going to lose you.
He made gentle love to you that night, listening to every breath and swallowing your pretty moans. He used the moment as opportunity to reconnect with your body, and in many ways, tether himself back to your heart.
Satoru Gojo earned your love. He fought hard to keep it by showing you that he was worth all the trouble.
Geto
Suguru's dates were a simple combination of getting together and talking. These intimate conversations strengthened your relationship, until there was nothing that you couldn't discuss. Suguru cracked open his skull, and you were met with a beautiful mind full of complex thoughts and emotions. He fascinated you in every way possible and wasn't afraid to express his real feelings.
He constantly reassured you that his heart was yours.
Even though you knew Suguru from the inside out at this point, there was still a level of mystery that surrounded him which kept things interesting. The man was the most spontaneous person you knew and that made him unpredictable. You learned over time that he never liked making solid plans, and approached dating you on what he was feeling rather than seeing it as something obligatory.
Your first trip together was planned out one afternoon in your bedroom. Suguru was just scrolling through his phone when he saw a small air bnb in the countryside that he liked. You kept every token from that weekend trip together. You visited a hot spring, hiked through beautiful nature pathways, and found the tiniest little restaurants that served the most delicious meals.
Your last night together was spent with the two of you snuggling in one another's arms while making love in between. He was keeping you close to his chest, his delicate fingers trailing your spine as he stared out the window watching a strip of warm color slice through the twilight sky.
"I don't want to leave," he whispered - his voice a little hoarse and exhausted from the long night.
You nuzzled into him, your leg tightening over his thigh as your hand finds his and you interlace your fingers.
"Maybe...maybe, we can stay one more night..." you sigh, feeling his thumb stroke the back of your hand lovingly.
You don't see the tick on his lip or the cheeky smile that follows soon after. He kisses the top of your head as he relaxes into the mattress.
"We've both got work tomorrow..."
"True, but I'm sure we can think of something..."
His chest vibrates when he chuckles and he releases a long exhale as he shifts his position. He turns to his side, curling his strong arm over your body and hugs you close to his torso. He's quite aware of how happy he is as he watches you fall asleep in his arms, and all he can think about is how he would gladly go to bed with you beside him every single night.
Suguru's courtship felt like an intimate waltz; from the moment he held your gaze, he lured you into a rhythmic dance that only ended on one note. The longer you swayed to the tune of his music, the more you realized that falling in love with a man like him was inevitable.
Nanami
Nanami's courtship of you reminded you an endangered love - one that was dwindling in such a fast paced culture. He approached dating you with a level of patience and in doing so, he wooed you in a way that left butterflies in your stomach and tingles up your spine.
Nanami wasn't shy about expressing his interest towards you and he was a gentleman in how he handled romancing you. He preferred taking you out on intimate dates - like cozy dinners, visits to museums or art galleries, and walks to the park. He had a keen interest in getting to know y ou, and was conscious about his behavior for the sake of your comfort.
Over time, you watched his personality unravel before your eyes. He had a way of making you laugh with his witty humor, and you soon learned that he was far more laid back than what he presented himself to be. His intelligence made for really interesting conversations, and he always spoke to you with the utmost respect. He had a way of making you feel protected and his restraint worked out in his favor because you felt safe enough to gamble your heart with him.
Then there was the other side to Nanami, the part of him that would appear on occasion with every teasing touch and flirtatious comment that left your cheeks scorching with heat. His eyes would darken with lust when he transitioned from the gentleman to charmer. Nanami's strong attention to detail had him reading your body language in a way that no man ever could. He took his time to figure out how to kiss you, to touch you, to fuck you and make love to you.
"Can I ask you a question?" you asked him the morning after you slept together for the first time.
He shifted his gaze away from his laptop and looked at you leaning against the wall. You were dressed in his white t-shirt, wearing nothing underneath except your underwear. Your fingers were clenched around the mug of tea that he gave you, and he quirked his brow at your sudden nervous demeanor.
"Anything you want."
You shifted your weight from one foot to the next. "It might be a stupid question..."
At this point your lover stood up from his seat. He walked over to you, placing both hands on your waist and giving you a light squeeze. He brought his lips down to your cheek where he planted a soft kiss, before casually asking, "what's on your mind?"
He finds it adorable when you question if this means that you're both committed to one another and Nanami doesn't even hide his gut wrenching smile when he gives you a sincere confirmation.
"I don't know about you," he teases, "but there has been no one else for me since we met."
"There has been no one else for me either!" you insist, "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before I go around and start calling you my boyfriend..."
"Boyfriend, huh?"
His tone is playful, but it's the way his voice deepens with that question that made your heart skip a beat.
"I mean, what else am I supposed to call you?"
His expression softens, and he's thankful that you can't see the thoughts running through his mind at that very moment.
"You can call me whatever you want, my love..." he replied with a kiss to your temple, knowing full well that he was working his way towards achieving a prospective title that would suit him better considering he was already picturing you as his wife.
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Hi! I'm new to requesting so I hope I'm doing this right 😅 Can I request Nanami Kento from JJK spending a day with Reader and Yuji tagging along then people think that they're Yuji's parents? Thanks in advance!
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Of course! here it is. I apologize if something is wrong :) enjoy!
note: any writing errors please let me know so I can fix them, okay? My requests are open if you want to make any! I will try to answer everyone.
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You and Yuji walked around shibuya all morning . You followed much of the training that Nanami had given him, and when the opportunity arose, you allowed the boy to escape the obligations of his boyfriend's strict training. As the two of you walked, your cell phone vibrates in your pocket, already imagining who it could be, you rush to respond to the message.
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"Nanami discovered us", you say, putting your cell phone in your pocket, laughing."But don't worry, you won't come back with it" An excited smile appears on Itadori's face, as the two sat on a bench to await their arrival from Nanami.
You could say that it took less than ten minutes for your boyfriend to arrive at the scene, his face was literally the same as always, not looking angry or happy.
"Why isn't he training like I told him to?" Nanami asked, arms crossed, approaching the two.
“Because I wanted to go for a walk with him,” you say, standing up to hold Nanami’s hand. "Come on, love... This boy's daily life is literally based on curses, training and missions. He deserves a rest, just like you." As they looked at Nanami with pleading expressions, he sighed deeply, giving in to the situation.
"Fine", he says, Itadori gets up excitedly and you rush to hug your boyfriend, as a thank you.
"Come on Itadori! I'll take you shopping for clothes" You shout excitedly, pulling the two of you towards the city center. Nanami was happy to see you smile after all the hard work, he knew you needed a break from your duties as much as Yuji did. And why not spend a little time with your girlfriend? You are rarely able to have contact while you are working.
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Nanami could say that you spent an hour and a half in a store looking at clothes, every thirty seconds you run towards your boyfriend, showing him a blouse, telling him he should buy it because it looked like his style. He obviously didn't know how to say no to you.
After a tiring day of choosing clothes, you decided to stop by an ice cream shop to enjoy the rest of the afternoon you had. "I want a small chocolate milkshake," Itadori said to the attendant, looking at the menu with variations of flavors.
"Small? You won't even settle for that, make him big, please," you ask, looking away from Nanami. "And you, baby? What do you want?"
"I don't feel like it. You two can take it for me," he replied, leaving the bags of clothes he was carrying for you on the floor next to the table. You rolled your eyes, buying the same flavor you chose for him. As you delivered the ice creams, you sat down next to Nanami, beginning to enjoy yours.
"I didn't need to buy it, I really didn't feel like eating ice cream," Nanami explained, looking at the ice cream in her hands.
"But now you're going to have to take it, my love." You said, smiling. Your boyfriend sighed, giving in and eating the ice cream you bought just to please you.
While the three of you were talking about Itadori's training, a lady approached the table you were at, shyly.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice how happy your family seems." Itadori raised his eyebrows, not understanding what the lady really meant by that. " Nowadays it is rare to see parents taking their children out. They are so busy at work that they forget to give their children love... It makes me happy to know that this custom is still preserved in some families."
Nanami looked at you from the corner of her eye, noticing your smile at the lady as she thanked you for the compliments. Knowing that revealing the truth would disappoint the woman, he preferred to remain quiet and continue eating his ice cream while you talked to her. Itadori took a while to process, but when the lady was gone, the two of you burst out laughing, leaving Nanami embarrassed that all the people in the ice cream shop were paying attention to you.
"Do we look like a family that much?", you asked both of them, while stroking Nanami's hand.
"Her vision must be affected by old age" Joked Itadori, receiving a kick from him for his lack of respect.
"I'm leaving." Nanami said, standing up and grabbing her bags of clothes.
"Why, love? Won't you stay with us?" you asked, holding the sleeve of his shirt so he would stay.
"I need to finish some business with Gojo. You can continue without me. I'll see you later." Nanami says goodbye, kissing his head and waving to Itadori as he leaves the ice cream shop.
But you didn't know that he was disoriented, wanting more than anything to have a child with you.
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Knight At The Museum (Part 2) - Moon Knight 🌛✨
Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff 💛, Smut 🌝, Lil bit of Angst 🥺
Summary: After finding out that the sweet gift shoppist whom you had a crush on is the city's infamous vigilante, Steven tells you about another side of him you should be aware of too. What happens when you finally meet him?
Warnings: Marc is a little insecure (but stubborn) puppy in this... at first 🌝 I didn't want to write him as a rough dom, but fuck, it's really hard I mean look at that mf... So yeah, he's a bit more controlling than Steven was 😬 idk if the waiting was worth it, I feel like its not that good 😭 oral (f), lil praise kink, Marc loves it too when you pull his hair 💁‍♂️ shower sex 🌝
A/N: Sorry if I made mistakes writing about DID, I only used the information I gathered from the show 🙏
I swear i proofread it, but im an idiot, so i bet there will be mistakes, falala! Also there are scenes I decides to re-write, I hope the fic still makes sense lol 🙏
Tagging: @love-on-the-murder-scene , @raging-trash-of-mind , @marshmallow--3
Part 1
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You yawned and streched on the bed after waking up on a late morning. You turned your head to the side and sighed when Steven wasn't there. Again.
You were getting used to it. You and him started dating a few months ago and so far there wasn't a morning after you two spent the night together that he was there when you woke up.
You knew it was because of his "side job". Well, at least you thought it was because of it. After about the fourth time that he wasn't there, you asked him why. Maybe he changed his mind and didn't want to be with you? First you were afraid asking him, you weren't ready for that kind of heartbreak.
Fortunately he quickly reassured you that it wasn't the case. He said he would be the happiest man on earth if he could stay the night and wake up next to you, to hold you in his arms, to kiss away the sleep from your eyelids and whisper good morning to you.
But there was another aspect of his life you needed to know about. Another side of him. It was hard for him to open up to you about him. You took the news of him being some kind of a "superhero" pretty well, but this was a completely different story. But you were amazing and caring and loving, and you listened to him fully, trying to understand how his and this other alter's system worked. You weren't afraid of him, nor this Marc he was telling you about.
"So, let's say if you stay tonight, there's a possibility that tomorrow morning Marc is the one who wakes up?" - you remember asking.
"Yeah." - Steven replied as he squeezed your hands as you were facing each other on your couch.
"Does he know about me?"
"Yes. He's here a lot of times when I am. There are times when he isn't, but mirrors are really playing a big part in fronting or making him be present. It makes it easier."
You nodded as you tried to process all of these new informations.
"And why don't you want me to meet him? He doesn't like me?"
Steven let out a small chuckle.
"No, that's not the case, believe me."
"How do you know that?"
"We can talk to each other. You pretty much won him over the second you first gave us apple pie."
You chuckled and looked away sheepishly. For a few seconds you two sat in silence, Steven giving you time to sort everything out in your head. Suddenly your eyes widened and felt your face heat up in a matter of seconds.
"Oh, God!" - you exclaimed as you looked at Steven in shock.
"Wh- what is it, darling?" - he asked, looking at you in concern.
"Is he- is he there when we...?" - you trailed off, letting go of Steven's hands as you gestured between you.
First, he looked at you confused, then his eyes widened when he understood.
"Oh..." - he trailed off as he realized you meant sex.
He really didn't want to lie to you, but if he thought about it, maybe it was a bit creepy for you that basically 'a third person' is there, watching, when you two are intimate.
His silence was your answer and you buried your face in your hands as you groaned loudly. Wow, this was... embarrassing.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I understand if this is too much for you. Just... just say the word and I..."
You quickly looked up when you felt him stand up and with sad eyes he was waiting for you to tell him to get out of your life.
You quickly stood up too and grabbed his hands again.
"No, no, no! I'm sorry, I'm just... trying to process... that."
"You don't have to. I understand if you don't wanna see me ev-"
"Steven." - you cupped his face and got on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. - "I want to. For you. I'll try my best to accommodate to both of you."
Steven smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist.
"Really?"
"Really. I like you too much. I've never been this happy in my life since I am with you. I know it's only been two months, but I really, really, really like you." - you admitted.
Steven let out a joyful laugh, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at you.
"I really, really, really like you too." - he said as he nuzzled his nose against yours and kissed you softly.
"When can I meet him?" - you asked.
Steven's eyes widened a little.
"I don't know. You really want to? He's really different than I am." - he admitted.
"Is he here now?"
Steven shook his head.
"Not now. But if you give me a second I can-"
You shook your head.
"You don't have to. Just tell him he is welcomed here just as much as you." - you told him as you hugged him.
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And that conversation was weeks ago. You never saw Marc, but sometimes you asked Steven if he was there, and there were times when he answered with a yes. For some reason it always made you tense up. It was just unnerving that Marc can hear and see you, but you can't see or hear him.
"I think he just sees how much you like me and he's a bit nervous about coming front. He really is very different from me. Maybe he's afraid you won't like him." - Steven said as you two were eating in a restaurant not far from the museum during his lunch break.
You saw as Steven looked at one of the windows and snorted then rolled his eyes like he was reacting to someone speaking to him.
"Well, I guess you're probably right about him being different than you." - you said as you tried to hide a smile.
"How come?" - Steven asked.
"You're not afraid being there for me when I need you. Guess Marc is just a big pussy."
Steven laughed out loud and watched amused in the reflection as Marc's jaw hit the floor.
"I hope he heard it." - you said.
"He did. And he didn't like it." - Steven grinned.
"I'm just giving him a reason to keep hiding."
"Or you're just trying to piss him off in hopes he fronts." - Steven said.
"Are you mad at me for trying to meet him?"
"Of course not. If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't even be here now."
"What do you mean?" - you looked at him in confusion.
"That day, when you arrived late at the museum and I offered to walk you home. He wanted me to ask you. You almost walked out when I hurried after you. He made me do it. I didn't have enough courage and he pushed me."
"Really?" - you asked with a smile.
"Yeah." - Steven smiled shyly.
"You're so cute." - you cooed as you moved closer to Steven and kissed his lips, while he let out a small chuckle. - "Maybe Marc is not a big pussy like I first thought."
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It was a Friday night when you walked out to your balcony and leaned to the railing to look over the city. You took in a deep breath of fresh air. You wondered if Steven was out there with his beautiful white costume, watching over the city. The thought made you smile. Sometimes you still had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that you were dating the vigilante everybody was talking about.
A cool breeze made you shiver so you decided to go back inside. When you turned around you let out a scream when you saw a figure in a white costume standing on the other side of the balcony. But it wasn't Steven. This person had a hood and his clothes looked really different. His eyes glowed like Mr. Knight's though.
The person chuckled at your reaction.
"Who's the big pussy now?"
His voice was like Steven's but he was speaking differently. When his hood and mask disappeared you sighed in relief when you saw his face.
"Steven." - you smiled and started to walk over to him, but stopped when he shook his head.
You frowned, then your eyes widened.
"Huh... Look what the cat dragged in." - you smiled amused.
Marc grinned, calming down a bit. It seemed like you weren't afraid of him and really didn't mind him finally showing up. He made his suit disappear completely, leaving him in a pair of dark blue jeans, brown boots, and a nice dark green button up.
"I still gotta get used to the two of you doing that." - you said.
"Well, it really does make changing faster."
"Would be nice to have this ability. That way Steven wouldn't have to wait 20 minutes for me to get ready for a date."
Marc chuckled and followed you inside.
"But that way we wouldn't be able to help you pull up the zipper of your dress."
You slowed down as you rounded the counter in your kitchen and looked at him with slightly parted lips.
Marc bit the inside of his cheek and looked away.
"Sorry."
You took in a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. Suddenly it hit you that the man in front of you knew how you looked like naked, how you looked like with your legs wide open, with you taking his, well, Steven's cock. How you sounded when he entered you, or when he pushed you over the edge. Knew how you looked like when you sank to your knees in front of him to pleasure him with your mouth. He knew you inside and out while you only knew the outside. And the other inside...
"It's okay... I told Steven it's okay." - you said as you opened the oven and pulled out a big tray of lasagna. - "Are you hungry? I've made lasagna. It's vegan though. Didn't know if Steven's gonna show up or not, sooo..." - you trailed off.
"Smells good." - Marc said with a reassuring smile.
"We can eat here or on the couch if you wanna watch something." - you offered and got on your tiptoes to reach into one of the cabinets for glasses.
Marc walked over to you and your breath caught in your throat when you felt his chest on your back and one of his hands on your hip. With his other hand he reached up to pull out the two glasses you and Steven usually drink from.
"Thanks. Uh... can you grab two plates too?"
Marc hummed and took a few steps away from you to get them, and in the meantime you quickly walked to the fridge and looked inside, missing the disappointed look he was giving you.
"What do you want to drink?"
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to." - Marc said as he put the plates on the kitchen table next to the lasagne.
You turned around to look at him but he was facing the table, leaning on it with his hands.
"What do you mean?"
"I can see that you are nervous. You wish Steven was here instead of me. You want him not me."
"That's not-"
"We can arrange that." - Marc said and he suddenly rounded the table and started walking towards the bathroom.
Your eyes widened and you hurried after him. Marc turned on the lamp in the bathroom and just when he was about to face the mirror you grabbed a towel and successfully threw it over it. Marc looked at you in confusion.
"What are you doing? You clearly are afraid of me, the minute I got close to you, you tensed up like I was about to hu-!"
"I'm not afraid of you, idiot!"
"What did you just call me?"
"An idiot."
"I heard it, I just... Don't call me that!"
"Why you like being called a big pussy more?"
"Fuck, you're so fucking childlish!" - Marc said frustrated as he pointed in your face.
"You are fucking childlish!" - you swatted his hand away. - "First you are hiding from me for months and when you are finally here you are running away after two fucking minutes like a coward! It looks to me that you are the one who's afraid of me!"
Marc laughed and shook his head.
"Why would I be afraid?"
"Because you're scared I'm not gonna love you like I love Steven!" - you yelled, but when the words left your mouth both of you stared at each other wide eyed.
"Y- you're in love with Steven?"
You took in a deep breath to try to calm your nerves.
"I guess I am."
For a millisecond there was a hint of a smile on Marc's face, but then it faded away.
"I guess I should- yeah, I'm gonna just..." - he stammered as he reached for the towel, but you swatted his hand away again.
"Will you just stop with this shit? Why are you running away from me?"
"I'm not running away, okay? It's just... We're not similar. I don't want you to see him differently because of me."
It was just half of the truth. Marc and Steven cared about each other, and Marc was truly happy for Steven. If you would leave them because you can't get along with him, it would break both of their hearts. Marc's too, because he cared about you, deeply. And you hit the nail in the head when you said he was afarid you're not gonna love him like you love Steven. Because as Steven fell in love with you, Marc grew to love you too. It was hard not too. You were good and kind, treating Steven with respect and so much love. And when Steven told him that you said he was just as welcomed in your home like Steven was, that hit something deep inside of him. It was a strange feeling for him to feel accepted, but here you were, not just accepting him, but offering your home to him. You were too good to be true, and Marc Spector never was this lucky.
He saw as your eyes softened and you looked down thinking. Then after a few seconds you started laughing, making him frown.
"Your accent freaks me out."
"What?"
You giggled again.
"I'm just used to him having a Brittish one. But even if you had the same accents, it's easy to tell you two apart. Steven never raises his voice at me."
Marc shook his head as he looked down ashamed.
"I'm sorry, I..."
"It's okay, I did call you an idiot."
Marc looked up at you and felt himself relax a little when he saw your smile.
"You're so much more stubborn too."
This time he smiled too.
"Don't let him fool you. Maybe he does as you say, but he's so much worse than I am."
"So, does that mean I can make him behave? What about you, can I make you behave?"
Marc lifted one of his eyebrows with a smirk.
"Depends."
"Will you eat dinner with me so we can find that out?" - you asked and Marc smirked wider when he saw you become flustered.
"That I can do."
You rolled your eyes with a smile and turned around, but before you took a step you faced him again.
"Okay. Sorry, but there is still one thing that really bothers me." - you said and Marc gulped, worry planting its seed in his heart again.
He knew it. You were too good to be true. It was too much to ask you to accept both him and Steven, to accept that they have another life as the city's protector, it was just too much. And honestly? He didn't blame you. And Marc Spector just wasn't this lucky. Ever.
Just when he felt his hand twitch to finally rip that fucking towel off the mirror and let Steven somehow save the situation, you spoke up again.
"Take off your clothes."
This one felt like it knocked the wind out of him, and that's something that rarely happened to him because of a request.
"W-what?"
"Take off your clothes." - you told him again, just as casually as before.
"Why?"
"Because you saw me naked."
"So?"
You threw your hands up with a loud, frustrated sigh.
"You saw me naked! But I haven't seen you naked! It's like in Friends, when Chandler saw Rachel and she had to see him too so they were even and it wasn't awkward anymore!"
"But you saw me naked too!"
"No. I saw Steven."
"We literally have the same body."
"Doesn't matter. I saw Steven. Are you Steven?"
"Well, no."
You looked at him pointedly.
"Drop the pants, elephants."
Marc snorted and shook his head. You and Steven with your fucking word games. It was adorable though.
He sighed and with a lifted eyebrow he started unbuttoning his shirt. He bit back smirk when you leaned against the doorframe and crossed your arms over your chest, looking down at his body.
When he was finished with the buttons, he took the shirt off and dropped it to the floor, then as he was unbuckling his belt he kicked off his shoes.
He didn't miss the way you subtly licked your lips as he pushed his jeans down his legs. After he stepped out of them, he pulled down his socks.
"You want me to keep going?" - he challenged.
He really didn't have anything to lose, you saw this body naked before and you liked it.
The way you jumped sligtly at his question almost made him chuckle.
"Y-yes. I need this."
At that, Marc stepped closer to you.
"Need what, sweetheart?" - he asked and he swore he felt his heart swell with warmth when you didn't move away.
You cleared your throat as you lifted your gaze from his chest to look in his eyes.
They were so much like Steven's, but so different at the same time. It was amazing. While Steven always looked at you with complete adoration, Marc had a similar look behind his eyes, but it was mixed with something else too. It was mysterious and it was drawing you in, the same as Steven's warm look was capturing your soul when he looks at you like that.
You cleared your throat.
"This. So we'll be even."
Marc smirked again and he bit his lower lip as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his black boxer briefs and slowly pushed them down his legs, until they hit the floor.
He chuckled when he saw that your eyes still haven't left his.
"We're not gonna get through this if you don't look down, honey."
You took in a shaky breath and you slowly moved your eyes, gaze gowing lower and lower, marveling at his muscular form until you spotted that all too familiar thing between his legs that made you see stars multiple times now.
You could feel his breath on your forehead, making you wonder if he had moved closer without you noticing.
"Satisfied?" - he asked in a whisper and it didn't escape your attention how his cock hardened at your close proximity.
"Yeah." - you breathed then turned around to go back to the kitchen, but his voice stopped you.
"What about me?"
You turned back looking at him confused.
"What do you mean?"
"I haven't saw you naked. Technically."
At that, you scoffed. When you opened your mouth, Marc spoke again.
"Steven saw you naked. Not me."
"But you were there too!"
"Did you have sex with Steven or with me?"
"With... Steven..."
"Am I Steven?"
"Well... no."
The shit eating grin on his face was infuriating. Just like the way he used your words from earlier to twist the situation.
"You know, it really makes it awkward for me that you saw me naked, but I haven't seen you naked." - he said as he finally pulled the towel from the mirror and put it around his waist.
'You're such an asshole, Marc!' - Steven said annoyed.
Marc looked at Steven in the mirror and winked.
"That's not the same!" - you argued.
"Well, your boyfriend is here. You can spend the rest of the night with him." - Marc said as he faced the mirror, making you panic.
"Alright, alright!" - you yelled loudly, making both of them jump. - "It's alright, Steven, we gotta do this!"
"He says we have a weird idea of bonding." - Marc chuckled.
"Steven, your alter is a fucking asshole." - you rolled your eyes.
Marc yelped when you quickly grabbed the towel from around his waist and covered the mirror with it again.
"Hey!"
"Will you just calm down?! Jeez!" - you grumbled while you pulled down your shirt and forcefully threw it at his face.
"Just wanted to say that won't help, cause he's already here." - Marc said as he tapped his temple and pulled your shirt off from his head.
You rolled your eyes again seeing his grin.
"And he doesn't want to front?"
"You asked him not to. He also wanna see where this is going." - Marc said as he wiggled his eyebrows.
You growled, then pulled down your socks and threw them at him too. He made a disgusted face and dropped them to the floor.
"Ew."
"You're not smelling like roses either." - you argued as you pushed down your sweatpants then kicked them away.
You huffed and put your hands on your hips.
"I don't think you're done, princess."
You narrowed your eyes and slowly reached behind you to unclasp your bra.
"Please don't throw it at me."
'Funny you say that, that's my favourote part.' - Steven said in Marc's head amused.
You pushed your lips together to hide a smile, which wasn't unnoticed by Marc nor Steven. You quickly pulled it down your shoulders and arms and-
'She's gonna throw it!' - Steven warned.
Marc barely had time to react and after he deflected the attack he saw you turn around to run out of the bathroom.
Marc reached after you and quickly grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up while you screamed between giggles.
"No!"
"Sorry, but that was a cheap trick!" - Marc laughed.
"What are you doing?!"
Just as you finished the question you found yourself under the shower trapped between Marc and the wall.
"Maybe this will help you calm down!" - he said and turned on the water.
You screamed loudly as the cold water hit your skin, and you quickly turned to face him and started hitting his chest.
"Fuck, it's cold! Turn it off!"
Marc just laughed, he already turned on the hot water too, you just needed to wait for it to warm up.
"Fucker!" - you pushed yourself against him when he wrapped his arms around you, moving his hands up and down your back to stop you from shivering.
"There, there, it's better now, isn't it?" - he asked as he felt the water warm up.
You slowly looked up at him as he was still caressing your back. He had a soft smile on his face, and you felt as his hands wandered lower stopping at the waistband of your panties.
"We're still not even." - he said quietly, but didn't move.
The water was falling down heavily on both of your bodies and you reached up to push his wet hair out of his eyes, towards the top of his head. You smiled when he leaned his head back a little. Steven does the same when you play with his hair.
"Are you waiting for my permisson or for Steven's?" - you asked.
"I know what he wants. The question is if you want it too." - Marc said as he pushed his forehead against yours.
He felt as your fingers sneaked in his hair and closed his eyes when you got on your tiptoes and kissed him.
It was so much better when he experienced it first hand.
His hands slipped further inside your panties and he kneaded your ass, your delicate moans making him smile against your mouth. When your lips parted he pushed his tongue past them and took over the dominance over the kiss as he pushed you more against the wall. He grabbed your panties again and quickly got on his knees, pulling them down your legs and throwing it out of the shower. He left several open mouthed kisses across your stomach, hips and waist, looking up at you while you were gently pulling his hair.
"You're gonna let me eat your pussy, babygirl?" - he asked then smirked when you lifted one of your legs and rested your thigh on his shoulder.
"Atta girl." - he hummed and gently teased your clit with the tip of his tongue.
You threw your head back against the tiles of the wall and moaned when he pushed his tounge inside you and then licked his way back to your clit.
He sucked it between his lips as he continued licking it while he used two of his fingers to fuck you.
"Oh fuck!" - you whined and looked down, using his hair to push his head even more against you.
Marc chuckled and shook his head a little, sending pleasant vibrations through your cunt while he curled his fingers, making you cry out.
"Right there, yes, right there, yeah!" - you whined weakly, feeling as the tension deep inside you started to grow, so you started rocking your hips, moving your pussy against his mouth.
His toungue was teasing your clit just the right way, while his lips were rubbing the area around it with a pleasant force. His rough stubble was scratching the rest of your pussy drawing you wild, and the rhythmic way he was poking your g-spot with every violent move of his hand was pushing you closer and closer to the edge dangerously fast.
"Fuck, you're so good... You're so good, Marc..." - you moaned and Marc sucked on your clit harder when he heard his name.
Hearing it was music to his ears after all those times you were crying out Steven's, and it made him fuck your pussy harder with his fingers.
It only took a few more seconds for you to cum: your whole body tensed and with a powerful shudder your came on his fingers and mouth, chanting his name while you rode out your orgasm on his face.
"Beautiful." - Marc growled as he pulled his fingers out of you and kissed his way up your body, while he stood up.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and slightly bent your back. He kissed your jaw and neck, and collarbones, becoming possessive as he bit your right boob then sucked on it, rolling his tongue over the spot to soothe the pain.
Your weak moans made him chuckle as he repeated the action on your other breast, playfully licking your nipple.
"You all right, baby?" - he asked and smiled when you needily captured his lips in a hungry kiss.
Your hands caressed their way up on his arms, squeezing his biceps, nails sligthly scratching his shoulders and neck, sending pleasurable jolts over his body. Then your fingers dissapeared in his hair again, pulling on his curly locks, making him throw his head back in a moan. You used the opportunity to kiss his neck an suck a red spot on his skin, just where his pulse was beating wildly with lust.
He pulled away and smirked down at you when he felt you grab his cock, slowly pumping it.
"You ready?"
You nodded with a small smirk, and bit his lower lip, then licked it.
"Need you to fuck me." - you whispered needily, making him growl.
He grabbed your forearm and roughly turned you, pushing you up against the wall, and he forced your legs open.
"As the lady commands." - Marc said in your ear and he smiled proudly when he heard your giggle.
'Hey, that's my line!' - Steven said annoyed.
It soon turned into moan as Marc slowly pushed himself inside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you put your hands over his on your stomach, gasping as he set up a slow but firm tempo.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby." - Marc moaned into your hair, pushing his body against yours as close as possible.
Your skin was so soft and warm, he couldn't help but fulfill the need to leave small lovebites all along your shoulders and neck. Your pussy was hugging his cock just the right way, driving him crazy. He fastened his movements, making you cry out louder and he felt you rocking back against him.
"Such a good girl for me. Yeah, take my cock, baby. You like it when I fuck you like this?" - he asked as he pushed one of his hands down to play with your clit.
You nodded and whined incoherently.
Marc let out a noise between a growl and a chuckle and used his other hand to yank on your hair roughly.
"I asked you a question, darling."
'Don't hurt her!' - Steven warned with a tone that Marc never heard him use before.
"I didn't hurt her, she liked it." - Marc groaned back as his thrusts became stronger when he felt your pussy clench around his cock needily. - "Isn't that right, babygirl? You'd tell me if I hurt you, right? You know I won't get mad." - he reassured you.
You nodded again, but this time you found your voice too.
"I know. You didn't hurt me. Just don't pull harder."
"You got it, princess." - Marc kissed your shoulder and yanked on your hair again, making you cry out. - "You know you're safe with us. We'd never hurt you. You're ours. We protect what's ours." - Marc moaned possessively and buried his face in your neck when he felt your pussy throb around him again.
Up until now he only teased your clit with soft caresses, but his movements gained force, matching his fast and rough thrusts.
"Fuck, I can feel you getting closer, be a good girl, and come on my cock, yeah?"
"Ma- Marc!" - you whined weakly, meeting his thrusts with loud moans.
"Yeah, she's gonna cum!" - Marc growled as your pussy squeezed him imossibly thight and with a loud cry you came around his cock with an earth shattering orgasm.
As your pussy pulsed around his cock, Marc's eyes rolled back and with a few more wild thrusts he came inside you with low growls.
"Oh, fuck!" - you panted as you pushed your face against the cold tiles and smiled at the contrast as Marc's warm body was leaning into yours from behind.
You felt his fast but deep breaths against your back and giggled lightly when he pulled you away from the wall and turned you to face him after he pulled out.
"Hey." - you smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Hey." - he kissed your forehead sweetly as he embraced you in his arms. - "So I guess now we can finally eat that lasagna without any of us feeling awkward."
You laughed and pulled away to look at him.
"Actually..." - you started, making him groan.
"Oh no, what now?!"
"...I wasn't joking when I told you you don't smell like roses." - you grinned as you held up your shower gel for him to see.
'Meaning you smell like a whole ass lion cave.'
"I was protecting the city." - Marc pointed out with an eye-roll, then he looked down at the bottle. - "Raspberries? Really?"
"Either this, or you two can sleep on the couch." - you smiled sweetly.
'Marc, be a man, we can get through this.'
Marc sighed, took a step back, holding his arms out next to him.
"Alright, let's get this over with."
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mint-yooxgi · 4 months
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Why you should tag authors in your fic rec posts
Hello again. It's me. Honestly, I've felt this way for years, but I've never wanted to say anything until now, but honestly, I think it's time someone does. Every author is different, I recognize that, but with the uprise in reposters and plagiarism in the writing community on Tumblr, I feel like this post is important to make.
Keep in mind this is vastly a post regarding my own opinions of this matter, but if you are an author, or even a reader that agrees with any of the points here, feel free to share this to spread awareness.
So, without further ado, here are a variety of reasons you should tag and properly credit authors on your fic rec posts.
Believe it or not, fic recs are actually a very great source of feedback. When we're tagged when someone recs our fic, we get told, 'hey, this person likes our writing enough to tell other people about it, and share it with others who might like it as well!'. Without that tag, we have NO IDEA that you liked it enough to share it with others. Instead, our fic just gets reduced to the name or title we've labelled it as, and not the writer - the person, the human - who spent hours, days, weeks, months, or sometimes even years writing said piece that is linked to a recommended post. Supporting authors is so important, especially if you want them to continue writing!
That being said, and I don't know how many others will agree with me on this point, but I've always personally felt that people that don't tag authors on fic rec posts are almost trying to take credit for those particular stories. By not putting the author, it gives the allusion that the person making the post could have been the author of said story. Like, you can spare enough time and energy to link the post, but not hit a little @ key which takes about a third of the amount of time to do as it does to link the post? Given the amount of reposters and plagiarizers that are also on the rise lately on Tumblr, it just never sat right with me. The author put in the time and effort to create that story you're recommending. The least you could do is credit them with a proper tag.
Additionally, I just feel like it's common curtesy. Without a proper tag, to me, you're saying that the finished product is more important than the person behind said product who worked hard to create such a work for you to enjoy. If you can spend the time to make your fic rec post 'look nice', you can spend the two extra seconds it takes to tag the author. It shows you respect the person behind the writing as much as the writing itself. At least, to me.
Not tagging the author is essentially the same to me as if you never made the post in the first place. We have no idea about it unless we're lucky enough for it to pop up on our dash and we recognize our own piece of writing. I can't speak for others, but it literally makes my day when I see someone has tagged me in a fic rec post! Like, you cared enough to share my stories! You cared enough to tell people about me. It's one of the biggest compliments you can possibly give someone.
I know there are probably a plethora of other reasons as to why you should credit authors on fic rec lists and the like, but I've said the main points I want to here. If any other authors want to add any more reasons as to why you should tag them on fic rec posts, then by all means! Please, be my guest!
This post isn't meant to be a debate. I just felt it needed to be said, again, due to the rise in reposting and plagiarism that's been going around Tumblr recently, and also since it's just something I've always believed in.
Stories are meant to be shared. It's just nice knowing that our stories are being shared.
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stardewremixed · 1 year
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Thanksgiving headcanon
Alex - the perfect day to toss the gridball around with all his cousins. Wrestling in the leaves. Grass stains. Turkey legs. Crisp fall air. Grandma's famous pumpkin pie.
Abigail - gets up at the crack of dawn to watch the Thanksgiving Day parade. Still is giddy over the floats. Loves the musical renditions. Wishes she could be there in person.
Elliott - a little unusual for Thanksgiving but cranberry sauce and stuffed lobster is his go-to dish. A walk on the beach contemplating what he is thankful for. Bringing apple cobbler to Leah. Don't worry. Willy made it.
Emily - knits socks for everyone she knows with little fall leaves. Makes everyone wear "I am Grateful" tee shirts. Rolls her own dough for apple pie.
Harvey- a hot meal, a day off, a good book, a cup of coffee, plaid house Slippers.
Haley - planning her route for Black Friday shopping. Renting a car so she doesn't have to take the bus. Eww. Leaving Thanksgiving night and staying at a hotel near her mall destination in Zuzu. Checking her list twice to make sure she doesn't forget gifts for anyone.
Claire - a day off from Joja. Sleeps till 1pm. Microwaves some turkey and stuffing. Plops down to watch the dog show.
Olivia - all about presentation. Cornocopia centerpiece. Fall mums on the porch. Perfect magazine masterpiece dinner made by private chef. Candles everywhere.
Magnus - what day is it? A little dazed from staying up late the night before reading ancient tomes. Thankful he isn't invited to Thanksgiving dinner at Marnie's.
Shane - turkey is okay. Chicken? Never! Spends the morning tossing chicken feed, playing tag with Jas, snuggling Charlie.
Leah - a healthy tofurky dinner, fresh cranberry salad, gluten-free rolls, cauliflower rice. Painting on the porch on the crisp autumn afternoon.
Maru - making leaf piles in the yard with sebastian, jumping in them and making a mess, reading a manual about how to operate the oven, taking a plate of hot foods over to Linus.
Lance - traveling again. Enjoys a turkey pot pie at the train station. Thankful for a healthy mind and body. Does a little weight training when he arrives home.
Sam - joins Maru in jumping in leaf piles, games online with Seb until bored, avoids all chores his mom asks him to do, challenging Vincent to a chubby bunny contest with marshmallows and annoys his mom, eats a second dinner at Abigail's because mushroom stuffing isn't his fave.
Penny - strolling JojaMart wondering if she has enough gold to buy ingredients. Wondering why Morris keeps trying to push the green bean special. Manages to make do with what she has on hand at the trailer. Hot turkey sandwiches, instant mashed potatoes, and canned cranberries. Pumpkin cookies were also on sale.
Sebastian - a day of online gaming with friends (getting annoyed at his sister's and Sam's leaf pile mess, laughing and joining the fun), and inevitably writing his Christmas wish list because his mom will be begging for it.
Victor - visiting his bio dad overseas. They don't celebrate Thanksgiving. Running through McD's for a pumpkin shake. Something to remind him of home. He's grateful for the time spent with his father.
Sophia - picking the perfect holiday wine. Making butternut squash soup and cranberry brioche. Spending too much time looking at catalogues, wishing she had more money for presents this year. Doing some house cleaning since she has the time.
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stardustbarbarians · 2 years
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All the Subliminal Things
A Jake Kiszka / fem!reader fic
Summary: Jake always was a sucker for all the little things about you.
Tags: schedule an appointment with your dentist beforehand because this fluff will rot your teeth, Jake is so madly in love with you (as he should be), getting together, the boys being themselves, blink and you miss it Sanny
Words: 4.2 k
A/N: I'm so sorry that this took so long! Fluff isn't my most comfortable trope to write but I wanted to work outside my comfort zone. Any constructive criticism would be much appreciated! Please enjoy!
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For as long as he can remember, you were a part of Jake’s life. While that wasn’t necessarily true, you were everywhere he looked in his memory. You were his second friend - Josh being his first.
You were the only one who wanted to play with the cardboard building blocks with him. 
“Let’s build a fort!” you cried after his wall had tumbled due to one of the other kids tripping and knocking into it. 
He was trying not to cry, but he had spent so much time on that wall for it only to be destroyed in a heartbeat. 
“It’ll be fun! And harder to knock down,” you continued, beaming down at him. 
“Really?” he hopefully replied, looking up at the blurry figure in front of him. Guess his attempts not to cry were fruitless. 
“Yeah! We can defend it and we can hide from the others!” 
He couldn’t help it, your smile was just so contagious. Jake felt his tears begin to dry as you began collecting the green rectangles scattered across the classroom floor. 
The days of his youth began bleeding together, blurring in the way that time tended to pass in. The years began to fly by, his k-12 education over within the blink of an eye. One day he was chasing you with a worm around the playground and the next he was studying for the SATs with you and Josh in his dining room. 
“Guys, I need a break. Let’s go do something,” Josh whined, slumping in his seat in a dramatic exhibit of his exhaustion. 
“Like what? It’s 11 at night, everything is closed,” Jake refuted, rubbing his forehead to try and subdue a headache. 
“Why don’t you guys show me that new song you’re working on?” you suggested, looking up at the ceiling in thought. It was something you’d always done since you were little, something that Jake couldn’t stop himself from smiling at each time he saw it. 
“Sam is already in bed and Danny’s parents won’t let him over this late,” Josh sighed. 
“Who said we need a rhythm section right now?”
Jake and Josh shared a look with one another, unsure of their next course of action. If they played the song they knew they would want to work on it more; Sam and Danny would be upset if they weren’t involved in the writing process. The twins acknowledged this in their silent conversation to one another, both not wanting to deal with a whiny Sam the next day. 
“Do it for me? I won’t tell the boys if you don’t, it can be our little secret,” you whispered, blocking one side of your mouth with your hand. 
That was another thing Jake liked about you, he was never really able to say no to you. If you had asked for the sun, he’d find a way to put it in a jar and hand it to you just to see you smile. 
He didn’t see the look Josh shot him because he was too focused on the way your hair slipped off your shoulder as you leaned forward, his eyes tracing the way it reflected the light from the dining room lamp overhead. 
“What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?” Jake asked, turning to his older brother. Josh could only sigh as he recognized the infatuated look in his twin’s eyes, knowing that he’d lost this fight. 
“Alright, fine. But you two will be the ones dealing with Sammy when he throws a fit,” Josh relented, closing his notebook with a sigh. 
Jake gave you a high-five, the both of you sharing huge grins with one another. 
Jake was the one to suggest that they play outside to lessen the chances of his younger brother hearing. It was warm enough outside that you didn’t need to wear parkas and full snow gear, but a jacket was still required. 
“Did you guys know that dandelion leaves are actually edible?” their friend informed them seemingly out of the blue. 
The twins both looked over to find that you were no longer walking next to them but rather had stopped a few feet back. You were crouched near the ground, your fingers wrapped around the stem of the weed that was growing near your feet. With a crisp and careful *snap*, you broke the seeding flower off its stem. 
“No they’re not,” Josh dismissed, a lift to one of his eyebrows. 
Jake watched the corners of your lips tug upwards as you gazed down at the white dandelion, twirling it between your fingers. “Look for them in those bagged salad mixes next time you’re at Kroger.” 
Josh just shrugged his shoulders and continued to make his way towards your favorite spot in the trees. Jake didn’t. He was too captivated by the way the palid moonlight illuminated your skin and gave you this almost ethereal quality. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of you and miss any detail of you; even the tiny shuffle of your shoe in the grass and the way you tucked the hair behind your ear he committed to memory. In that moment, there was no such thing as frivolous details to him. 
He always adored the way you would randomly spout facts that had no relevance to what was going on at the moment, those tidbits of information seeming to bubble to the surface and are unable to contain them. He felt himself melt when you closed your eyes briefly before you puffed a gust of air onto the plant, the seeds floating away from the stem and carried by the soft breeze of the night. His heart jumped when you looked back at him, a soft smile on your features that was only for him. 
Jake didn’t consider himself a selfish person, but he wanted you to look at none other the way you just looked at him. He suddenly understood that if you ever smiled at someone else like that, it would cause damage to his heart that never would heal. He would stand by and watch you fall in love with someone else. He would sooner bleed himself dry before he would interfere with your happiness. And if that meant you being with a person that wasn’t him, then he was willing to suffer silently and pine after you just to see you receive the happiness you deserve. 
Oh, fuck
“Do you wanna know what I wished for?” you asked him, seemingly ignorant to the insurmountable emotions he was experiencing inside. 
He gulped, clenching his hands into fists in the desperate hope that you wouldn’t notice they were shaking. 
“If you tell me then it won’t come true,” he shakily replied, a nervous smile spreading on his lips. 
The giggle you let out made Jake’s heart jump. “You’re right. Best I don’t tell you, then.” 
I’m in love with her
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Despite the major and earth-shattering revelation he had earlier in the night, Jake was able to play Black Smoke Rising without a hitch. Josh was actually the one to mess up, forgetting the lyrics of the first verse and playing it off as a joke. 
Even though he played well, Josh didn’t miss the way his twin looked about as tense as a rabbit that had spotted a predator. One wrong move and he would be sent into a spiral. 
After covering a few songs, you decided it was time to go home. It was getting late and you didn’t want to keep your father waiting up any longer. 
After you left, that’s when the levee broke.
“Josh, I’m freaking out,” Jake blurted out after he heard your car drive away. 
“Why? What’s wrong?” Josh wore a mask of concern as he noticed just how frantic his brother was. 
“I love her, I’m in love with my best friend.” 
Josh pursed his lips, his hand coming to clamp over his mouth. Noticing his shoulders were shaking, that’s when Jake realized he was being laughed at. 
“This isn’t funny, Joshua!” 
“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled, making a token attempt at stopping his chortling. Jake just grimaced at Josh, waiting for him to stop. 
“Did you just figure this out?” the older twin questioned, humor still in his tone as he wiped at his eyes. 
“What are you talking about?” 
The oldest son burst back into another bout of laughter as he realized just how oblivious Jake was about himself. 
“Jake, I’m so sorry you found out this way. We all thought you knew.” 
“Fuck you,” Jake spat, crossing his arms over his chest. 
“You’ve had feelings for her since we were in kindergarten, dude. I can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out,” Josh pointed out. 
Jake opened his mouth to retort that statement, but came up blank. It was true, he had feelings for you ever since he could remember, but he only could put a name to it now. 
“Well, I’m glad you’ve finally realized it and I hope you get the girl.” 
“You think I have a chance?” Oh god, that hadn't even crossed his mind. What if you didn’t like him the way he liked you? 
Josh didn’t know how to respond to that. It wasn’t his place to give away your feelings like that. “I think you’ve got a shot, Jakey.” 
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You had always loved rainstorms, especially storms that you could sit outside and watch. It had been during one of those storms you loved so much that Jake confessed to you. 
It was as spontaneous as the storm that battered down onto you. You and Jake were in downtown Frankenmuth to find your mother a birthday gift when the heavens seemed to open up and pour buckets of rain upon all the unsuspecting bystanders. 
The streets quickly emptied as people took refuge in their cars or into stores, but you two didn’t. You both laughed as you became drenched, enjoying the spontaneity of the moment. Jake would’ve joined in with the rest of the crowd and hidden within a store, but he looked to you to see what you would do. 
“Oh! I love this song!” you cried upon recognizing the Neil Young tune as it played over the external speakers of the shop you both were standing in front of. 
Jake’s favorite song had never been from Neil Young before. It wasn’t that he hated Neil Young, in fact he thought Neil Young was a brilliant songwriter, but his songs just never made it into his favorites slot. 
That was about to change. 
Swept in the moment and deciding to just go with his heart, Jake offered you his hand. “May I have this dance?” 
“Of course you can.” You giggled and took his hand. 
He pulled you into his arms and swayed you to the rhythm of Heart of Gold, the rain long since soaked you to the bone. Jake’s heart was thrumming in his chest as you beamed up at him, smiling back down at you tenfold. 
Jake lifted your interlocked hands over your heads as a signal for you to twirl, which you did. It was after you returned into his arms that he blurted out his feelings. 
“I love you so much.” 
You froze in place for a moment, sending a spike of fear through Jake’s chest. “Are you serious?” 
He gulped, his blood running cold. He knew that he would stay by your side no matter what was about to happen, it didn’t mean that he wanted to be heartbroken. Not trusting his ability to speak, all he did was nod in affirmation. 
He had no idea how it happened, but one moment he was in fear of experiencing emotional damage and the next he was kissing you in the rain like some romantic Hollywood director’s dream. The two of you pulled out of the kiss only to tightly hug one another. 
“I love you too, Jakey,” you admitted into his ear. His smile was splitting his face in half. 
The two of you kissed again, tasting the rain against each other’s lips. Underneath the patter of the drops, Mr. Young was still singing. 
I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold 
“Do you remember that night a few months ago when we were studying for the SATs and I convinced you guys to play Black Smoke Rising and I asked you if you wanted to know what I wished for?” 
“Yeah, I do.” 
“You were what I wished for,” you admitted, your smile seeming to provide the sunlight in the cloudbank. 
Jake, once again overwhelmed with his love for you, leaned in and kissed you. He would never get tired of the way he could just do that now. 
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It wasn’t long after that that the band began taking off. One minute Jake was performing in a dive bar and the next thing he knew he’s playing for coachella. You and Jake were attempting to find where Sam had run off to a few minutes after that performance had finished. 
“It’s only been five minutes, where the hell could he have gone?” you ask, your concern evident in your voice. Sam is a big boy and he can handle himself, but that’s not to say that other people won’t go feral at the sight of him. 
“I knew we never should’ve let him off leash,” Jake commented, leaning towards your ear so that you could hear him over the loud music. You burst out laughing, making a warmth flower in his chest that had nothing to do with the desert heat. 
Jake once again found himself wondering how he got so goddamn lucky that you loved him back. 
“Jake!” 
He was snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of his little brother calling his name, looking over to see him waving frantically. Sam was with someone at the barrier who seemed familiar, but Jake couldn’t place why. He took your hand and guided you over, still trying to place where he’d seen the man at the barrier before. 
“There he is! Our intrepid guitar player!” Sam cried, a look in his eye that screamed “for the love of god help me”. To say that Jake was confused was an understatement. Why did Sam look so distressed? 
“Sammy, hey man. What’s going on?” It was a vague enough question to make it seem like it could also be a greeting. 
“Jake Kiszka, man, I’m a huge fan,” the man - who was wearing a matching blue floral pattern shirt and shorts - admitted, holding out his hand intending for Jake to shake. He was about the same age as him and Josh. Sharing an unsure look with both you and Sam, he shook the guy’s hand. If he was just a regular fan, why was Sam freaking out so much?  
“Glad to hear that.” The smile Jake was wearing was forced, but only those that knew him would recognize that. 
“I’m Justin,” the man at the barrier introduced, a smile offered with his name.
Immediately, Jake knew who he was talking to. At the recognition, he glanced over at Sammy to find a look that displayed nothing but disgust hidden behind that Midwest kindness they were both raised with. 
“Justin Bieber! Wow! You guys should get a picture!” You posited, a bright smile on your face. Jake saw right through it; all he saw was mischief. You knew how much both brothers hated being around this pop star and you wanted to be a little shit by prolong their suffering. 
“Yeah, I’d love that!” Justin agreed. 
“Babe, why don’t you get in the picture?” Jake tried, knowing you hated pop music just as much as he and the rest of the band did. 
“Aww, I’d love to, but someone has to take it,” you “regretfully” state, taking your phone out of your pocket. 
Seeing no other option, the guitarist draped his arm over his little brother’s shoulders and posed. He knew that if he tried to smile it would look incredibly forced, so he opted to look stoic. 
“Smile, boys!” you prompted, barely hiding your devilish smile. Out of the corner of his eye, Jake saw Sam follow the order reluctantly. What Sam was wearing could be classified more as a grimace than a smile. Jake barely attempted a smile, just quirked his lip up enough for it to maybe seem real. 
“Alright! It was nice meeting you, Justin!” you rush after sliding your phone back into your pocket. Jake and Sam took the opportunity and got away from Justin as soon as possible, but not so quickly that it was rude. 
“I can’t believe you made us take a picture with him!” Sam cried as soon as he was out of earshot. 
Jake watched as your smile grew even more devilish. “Not just take a picture with him.” 
His heart dropped at the statement. You had something up your sleeve and that grin meant it was nothing good. 
Just as he suspected, it wasn’t good. You held up your phone, Instagram open on the screen. You had posted the picture and tagged Justin Beiber. It wouldn’t be long before his fans and Justin’s would take this picture and run with it. 
“You are evil, darling. Pure evil,” he assigns, the admiration not subtle in his voice at all. 
“You love it,” you coo. 
“Yes, yes I do,” Jake confirmed, pulling you into his arms. 
Sam made a disgusted noise before making an excuse about needing to find his Birkenstocks. A few minutes later he found you two in the trailer the band was using, attempting to fend off dehydration. 
“He stole my Birkenstocks!!” 
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A year had gone by and Sam had not shut up about Justin Beiber’s kleptomaniac tendencies. Everyone had just learned to shut it out and not to engage lest you want Sam to launch into a rant about it. 
In fact, that's what he was talking about while sitting in the cabin the five of you had rented out during a break they had during tour. Granted, he smoked so much weed that he was about as high as god. 
It was late in the summer, the humidity high and the temperature even higher. Though the sun was setting and along with it the heat of the day. The cabin was beginning to be bearable enough that cooking wouldn’t make the inside of it feel like the fiery pits of hell; it didn’t have any air conditioning in it. 
Jake was watching you from his place in the kitchen, the golden hour sunlight streaming through the window and catching all the dust mites lazily floating through the air. The sunlight had caught your hair, giving it a glowing quality that struck him right in the chest and stopped him right in his tracks. He knew he was a broken record at this point, but seeing you in these small moments made him really count his blessings. 
Then you shot him a look that told him how unimpressed you were with Sam’s redundant story and he felt his heart stop. How many times could he fall in love with you all over again like it was the first time? 
You didn’t even notice his reaction before you went back to pretending to listen to Sammy ramble on about his shoes being stolen. However, Daniel, who was helping Jake cook dinner, noticed. 
“You alright, man?” he asked, his voice low enough that no one else heard. He was chopping up some vegetables for Sam’s dish, the rest of the group just having hamburgers. 
Jake tore his eyes away from you regretfully before addressing Daniel. “Have you ever been so in love with someone that each time you even glance at them it feels like you fall in love with them all over again?” 
“That bad, huh?” Daniel let out a low whistle, the surprise in his face evident by the way his eyebrows were raised. However, there was a note of understanding in his tone. 
“Danny, there hasn’t been a day that has gone by that I don’t feel overwhelmed by how much I love her.” 
“Well, to answer your question; yes, I have felt that way before,” the younger one responded, his eyes flicking over to where you, Sam, and Josh were sitting. He was too fast for Jake to pick up on who he was referring to, but Jake had an idea. 
“Does Sam know?” Jake asked, only slightly surprised. He was with the two of them almost every single day, it wasn’t surreptitious. 
“No, and I’d appreciate it if you kept that between the two of us,” Danny pleaded, his eyes on the vegetables he was chopping. 
“Of course, you have my word,” Jake swore, only slightly offended that Daniel would think he wouldn’t keep his secret. 
“But this isn’t about me right now. Do you think you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with her?” 
The question made Jake stall, his spatula mid scoop on the hamburger patty. He wasn’t expecting that question at all. 
“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about that.” 
Daniel just shrugged at Jake’s statement. “We’re all still young, that’s alright.” 
“How much longer? We’re all starving over here!” Josh interrupted, his head tipped back against the chair he was leaning against while sitting on the floor. 
“Keep asking and I’ll make sure you die starving!” Jake instantly called back, his irritation at his twin skyrocketing within the blink of an eye. 
“At the rate you’re cooking, that’s very likely to happen!” At that point, Josh had turned his body to fully face his younger twin. Once he did that, you were on your feet and ready to step in between the two of them if need be. Daniel had also prepared to intervene, his knife set safely to the side. 
“Good! And when you die I’ll release all that footage of our ‘movies’,” Jake threatened, his spatulata pointed at Josh. 
At that threat, Josh went blanche white. He knew how embarrassing those movies the two of them made when they were in middle school. “You wouldn’t dare; you’d be embarrassing yourself as well.” 
“So don’t die, problem solved,” Jake responded over his shoulder, plating the hamburgers that had finally finished cooking. 
“Awww, you don’t want me dead,” Josh cooed, his hands fluttering to his heart in endearment. 
Jake just hummed noncommittally, the heat from the fresh burgers warming up the hand he was holding the plate with. “Dinner’s ready.” 
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Once everyone had finished up eating, Sam had the idea of setting up a bonfire on the beach that bordered their cabin. That was about five hours ago. The five of them had all drank an average of three beers per person, except Sam. He slammed about ten plus after Josh had dared him to shotgun three in a row. You had tried to protest, but once those boys had a stupid idea in their heads it was near impossible to convince them not to do it. 
About an hour earlier, Danny had carried Sam inside bridal style after Sam had passed out to take care of him. Josh had gone in before that to shower and read. It was just you and Jake cuddled up next to the fire that was slowly smoldering to embers. 
You hardly needed it, but there was a blanket wrapped around both of you. One of Jake’s acoustics was laying by your sides having been brought out at the start of the night. There was a slight breeze that gently toyed with both of your hair and being the cause of your need for the blanket. Jake had his chin rested on your head and his hands atop your own. He had no idea that he was idly stroking your skin along to the riff of Flower Power that was playing in his head; the song that he wrote for you. 
“Y’know, everyone thinks that the happiest I am is when I’m on stage,” Jake softly commented out of the blue. He stared down at the small flames that were dutifully licking at the air, mostly blue with only hints of yellow. 
“Is that not where you’re happiest?” you respond in the same volume that Jake had spoken in. 
“No. It’s right here with you.” 
“Please. I didn’t know this was a 90’s romcom all of the sudden,” you scoff, a bright smile on your face as you wave your boyfriend off. 
“No, I’m serious!” he giggled, circling his arms around you so you couldn’t run away from him. That caused you to laugh, Jacob’s heart jumping for joy at the sound. Your token struggling made Jake tip back onto the sand, still holding onto you. 
“You’re my happy place too, you sap,” you return, the smile on your face splitting it in half. The firelight behind you gave you an ethereal quality as Jake looked up at you. 
“I love you,” he confessed. It wasn’t the first time he had said that to you, but he knew it was something more this time around. 
You knew it too. “I love you too, Sir Jacob Thomas.” 
Yeah, she’s someone I can spend the rest of my life with.
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surftrips · 2 years
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love at second sight — part one.
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pairing: jj maybank x reader (they are baristas! how cute!)
series summary: when jj is hired at the cafe y/n works at, memories of a night they spent together arise and so do their feelings for each other.
word count: 1354
author's note: this was originally going to go in a completely different direction and be an angsty oneshot but then i stumbled into writing this meet-cute and i had to make this a series. i promise i'll have the strength to publish some angst one day, but alas, that day is not today. i hope you all enjoy and lmk if you want to be tagged for part 2!
"Hey, Y/N, heads up, we have a new hire coming in today. Mind showing him the ropes?" 
Great, you thought. Just another thing to do that I’m not getting paid for. "Sure, of course," you said to your manager, in your best customer service voice. 
The thing about working at the local cafe was you often got new hires for the summer, who left as soon as school started or their vacation ended. You didn't mind training new employees, but you felt like you were wasting your time knowing most of them would quit in a few months. 
"Don't sound too excited," your manager joked. You had been working there (legally) ever since you turned sixteen, and before that under the table. He knew your family came from the cut and you could use the extra money, plus you were always a hard worker. 
"Sorry, but it's not my fault you seem to purposely hire people with no work ethic!" 
"Listen Y/N, some people just need a temporary job. No one stays at a place like this for long."
"Except me." You wouldn't admit this out loud to anyone because you knew they would judge you, but you didn't mind working at the cafe. Your dream was to open your own place one day, but even in your head it sounded silly to you. There was never much room to dream on this side of the island. 
"Yeah, that's why you've been employee of the month for the past two years. Now get back to work, the coffee isn't going to brew itself!" 
You were finishing up a latte for a customer when you heard the bell ring at the register. "I'll be with you in just a second!" 
"Take your time," the voice responded. You smiled to yourself, making a mental note to take some extra time perfecting whatever drink this customer would order. You always appreciated it when customers let you work at your own pace. 
Wiping your hands on your apron you walked over, only to be greeted by a familiar face. You faltered for a second, not sure if it was actually him. The last time you saw him was when you got wasted at a frat party. You weren't sure that he even recognized you, and not just because you were in your work clothes. (It was really dark in the back of your Jeep). 
You decided against asking him if you've met before. "Hey- what can I get started for you today?"
"I'm actually the new hire. The manager said to speak to Y/N?" He glanced at your name tag. "Which I assume is you?" 
"Are you sure you picked the right profession? The FBI could really use someone like you," you smiled at him.
"Oh, I checked with them first but unfortunately they didn't have any openings."
"It's okay, being a barista is basically the same thing. Half of the customers expect you to be able to read their minds and the other half complain about problems that are out of my jurisdiction."  
He laughed, "Damn, I thought you guys just made coffee." 
"Oh, trust me, this job is much more than that. Come on, let's get you a name tag.... Speaking of, what is your name?"
"If you're really as good as you say you are, shouldn't you be able to guess, detective?" 
You chuckled, you had some idea of what his name was but you didn't want to run the risk of being wrong and embarrassing yourself. Jay? JB? It was something along those lines. 
“Actually, it's agent. Detectives work for the police, not the FBI."
The boy put his hands up, "Oh, my bad. Didn't know I was speaking to an expert on law enforcement here." 
"It's alright, it's your first day. You'll get the hang of things soon...?"
"JJ. That's my name." You were relieved that he didn't make you try and guess his name because that would've put you in a very awkward situation. 
"Oh, cool. What's it short for?" you asked.
"Nice try, agent. It's going to take some military-level torture to get that information out of me." 
You laughed, it was rare that you hit it off with people this quickly. You were known to be a little overbearing and too sarcastic at times, but JJ didn't seem to think so. You wondered if he knew you two had met before, but didn't want to hurt your own feelings by asking. 
Instead, you led him to the back where the extra name tags were. You handed him one and a marker and watched as he carefully wrote his name down. You couldn't help but admire his features, his strong arms and the way his blue eyes darkened when focused. 
"Quit staring at me!" You blushed, not knowing that he could feel your eyes on him. 
Still, you regained your composure enough to make a snarky comment. "Sorry, am I making you nervous?" 
"Yes, I am feeling a lot of pressure right now and I haven't even started behind the bar yet." 
"Come on, it's just a name tag. It doesn't have to be perfect." You looked over his shoulder to see him drawing... something. As cute as he was, he was not the best artist. "What are you drawing?- Sorry what are you attempting to draw?" 
"A coffee cup! You really can't tell?" 
"Oh...." you said in the same tone as you would be speaking to a child who had just handed you their art project. "Sure, I can see it. If I hit my head against the wall and squint really hard." 
"Stop! It cannot be that bad." 
"I just hope that you're better at making coffee than art." 
You spent the rest of the day training JJ in between serving customers. Luckily, it was a weekday so you weren't super busy and as it turns out, JJ was a quick learner and he was in fact better at making latte art than whatever he was doing on his name tag. 
"Wow! That looks like an actual heart this time!" you complimented his work. 
"Thanks, made it just for you," he winked, looking up at you. Despite only (really) knowing each other for a few hours, JJ was already comfortable flirting with you. You hated that you felt butterflies rising in your stomach. 
That night at the frat party, you were wasted because you found out your ex had cheated on you. Ever since that day, you vowed never to let your guard down again. Well, ever since that night, because technically, you had let your guard down with JJ. You couldn't remember much, apparently not even his name, but there was definitely some making out and second base stuff, all of which you chalked up to being drunk and not the result of actual feelings.
However, for the next few weeks, he was all you could think about. Your friends kept trying to get you to see him again, but you had no desire to leave your house, let alone get back in the dating scene. All you wanted to do was admire him from afar, where it was safe. 
Besides, the more time you spent with JJ now, the less convinced you felt that he remembered any of it himself, so bringing it up would simply be self-sabotage. 
Even so, meeting him again felt like fate in a way. Like love at first second sight. 
"Hellooooo? Earth to Y/N?" JJ was waving his hands in front of your face. Shit. You didn't realize you had spaced out. You didn't want him to see you flustered so you tried to pull yourself together as quickly as possible. 
"Sorry, it's been a long day. Let's wrap up, shall we?" 
He stayed later to help you close the store that night. As you turned the lights off and shut the door behind you, you couldn't help but feel like something had changed. Like the universe had given you a second chance for a reason. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to let your guard down again.
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n7punk · 7 days
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i was watching a video on plagarism in cosplay and the girl making the video managed to put into words something that i've kind of struggled with and tbh am still struggling to adapt to my "field" but. it bugs me so i want to try. also i should say this wicked isn't a problem it has happened to me all of Twice (one from each end) but someone finally summarized why it felt the way it did.
basically, a couple times people have commented on a fic of mine likening it to another that exists. sometimes these are innocuous and even lead me to people with similar headcanons and interpretations of the character as me. sometimes i don't like the other fic so it feels less flattering, but it's by no fault of how the comment itself is written. i've actually written a comment similar to this once and hope it didn't come across as naggy, but i found out someone else used the same prompt as me for catradora, so i basically left a comment about how funny it was that two people saw that inspiration source and went "ah yes, this could be catradora." it was supposed to be a "like sees like" kind of salute (as well as an acknowledgement that i hadn't seen their fic before as i don't go in the tags often), but i've since gotten comments that i think are trying to at least toe the line of doing the same thing and felt off (bitter, self-promotey, whatever) to me, so i retroactively worry about how they felt about it.
but really this post is about the time i had someone say "is this fic actually inspired by [other fic]" and it was 1) something i'd never heard of and 2) insulting.
so why is it insulting, what did the video finally put into words for me?
when someone accuses you of copying, using/having the same idea as someone else, etc, it is insulting the creative process and labor it took to make it. It's saying that you didn't/couldn't come up with that yourself, that you didn't develop and nurture it and plan out all the impacts this event/plot/au etc would have on the characters; that any time and effort and love you put into it never actually existed because you just stole it from someone else. it's essentially accusing you of being chatgpt, putting someone else's hard work in as input and cranking something cheap and less valuable out instead. they don't care about the work you put in anymore.
like, when i did the bachelorette au, it was straight up inspired by one that existed and i openly sourced that because it deserved it, but even then i still spent hours reading recaps of the show, previously had an interest in the franchise from podcasts, went and read interviews to get an idea of the general timelines, etc. I put a lot of work - my work, unique work, creative work - into crafting an au that, in reality, only shares the phrase "bachelorette au" with the initial source of inspiration (again, a source i love and am happy to credit anyway). if someone else wants to write a cosplay au for catradora, even if they think to do it because they read mine, as long as they're not copying the plot, backstory, etc, i think that would be super cool! honestly, i'd be flattered to be an inspiration source for that, just like i'm flattered when someone takes on one of my headcanons. it's just the basics of how creativity works. no idea, no matter how much it may feel like it, comes from nowhere. you start watching a vintage car tiktok and it puts you on a train of thoughts that eventually leads you to "lol but adora bent over the hood of her broken down car" and then you build that out until it is its own world with plot, backstory, and characters who have been tweaked by living in this different environment.
anyway, i know i've been incredibly unconcise but it boils down to creativity being a lot of effort and it doesn't feel good when people claim you didn't put in all that effort ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ man this post could have been so much shorter. should i edit it. aw fuck i have to be at work at nine tomorrow. yeah no lmao
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hi! been reading s&z and just wanted to know, is this going to be a long fic? if there is anything else you want to say about (not spoilers ofc) what would it be, like what did you envision the fic for? sorry just curious about the bts of the fic
and I am really excited for the fifth chapter mentioned in the tags!
hey love, thank you for asking! it's so cool that you're interested in the bts:
so, s&o started out as a drabble, which came to me shortly after i first watched – because salaar was so perfectly made for omegaverse, like it just fits in. no tailoring needed.
there were two ideas in particular that interested me:
if varadha was an omega, he never would have revealed it, he would have done everything to keep that information to himself. so, how far would he go, and how would it work? so, yes, this fic will include varadha hiding his dynamic (but obviously not from the one person he trusts with this information, the one person he trusts with himself)
if varadha and deva were soulmates, how would that manifest? because the most important part of salaar isn't that varadeva are tied together by fate. it's that they will always choose each other. so i had to stay true to that, and i wondered how it would affect the twenty five years they spent apart.
so initially, there were two scenes i had in mind:
• one of varadha's presentation (which is the fifth chapter i mention in the tags) and
• what happens in jail before the voting (can't say too much for risk of spoilers, lol)
BUT the concept snowballed and gained exposition and plotlines, so yes, to answer your question, this will be a longer fic with the way things are looking there are parts i have written that are very dark (think: would require trigger warnings) so i'm debating on whether to include them and keep this authentic and raw, or to keep them out and make this a lighter experience (though, the angst will remain), so everyone: feel free to give me suggestions regarding that
also, the concept and setup for this fic is not at all what i had planned when i first started writing, (which is why it's taking time to move the chapters around and add sections as i figure out the best way to tell this story) – that's why s&o is a fic that i will gradually release while simultaneously working on other fics, just so i can make sure i give it the time it needs without losing patience oof
which also leads me to say: as i shift sections around, chapter five may not remain chapter five, and i honestly am not entirely sure as to when it will show up, but i do hope you enjoy the fic as i update
– rey <3
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trashiest-person · 1 month
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so about those bottle npcs on penacony
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(I'd probably redesign them since the new pic shows me their models better)
in game screenshots:
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rambling down here dont open if u dont want to see (note: the Bottle & Glass thing is smth you'd understand if you know abt the "Crystal Chalice" hidden mission)
ok im lil bit crazy about them theres so much character i can put into these guys
so like im imagining in Bottle & Glass society, if a Bottle has a heart tag on them it means why have already found a "Glass" to fill their booze with. so they are eachother's "Glass"!!!!!
im thinkin that Poor was just chillin and one day Rich was like
"I like you. Do you have a name or can I call you 'mine'?"
"...What?"
"...Will you date me?"
and Poor was just so shocked at this incredibly, very obviously high-quality Bottle of Wine in front of them, they just blurted out "uh, sure"
and boom, they're dating.
Poor was probably just waiting for the right glass to come into their life, but after they started dating Rich and thought more about how they feel about Bottles they had an "oh." moment and realized they're probably the bisexual equivalent of Bottles & Glasses.
and Rich after dating a couple of some of the finest Glasses realized why they were so unhappy with these Glasses after they let their mind drift to dating a Bottle. "Oh." They were Bottlesexual. Honestly it didn't have to be Poor, they just picked a random Bottle nearby that was single and wasn't eyeing any of the Glasses passing by. Little did they know they'd fall over heels for this Bottle.
(note: i spent 30 mins writing another paragraph on here but i lost it bc im dumb and forgot to press post or smth idk but it didn't show up
but basically, Rich gets flustered when Poor flirts back to them for the first time bc they aren't used to genuine affection that isn't meant to just convey an image in high-society)
tl;dr: im insane
+ scrapped idea im dropping since i reread that screenshot and i don't think it fits:
im also thinkin that like Poor & Rich were originally just friends. and Rich already figured out that they preffered Bottles but didn't really say anything to Poor, and Rich was helping Poor look for a Glass for him thru Rich's connections as a high-class Bottle
AND thru a couple of (failed) dates w/ multiple Glasses later, Poor eventually clicked w/ a Glass and they started dating. and so they got what they've been looking for all this time and stopped talking to Rich often. but whats this????? they feel.... UNFULFILLED???!?!? and when they think about the time they spent with Rich they.. MISS TO SPENDING TIME WITH RICH, LOOKING FOR GLASSES TOGETHER???
"oh. oh my god..?"
they'd rather spend their time with a Bottle? rather than with the Glass they've been chasing after for so long..?
on yet another date with a fairly beautifully-crafted Glass filled with cheap booze...
"Hey, are you alright? Usually you'd drag me over to see another attraction by now."
"...I'm sorry......"
"Pardon?"
"I-uh..I'm sorry....... I don't know if i want to keep doing this."
"...What do you mean?"
"You're a beautiful, stunning Glass but I... I-I think that I don't feel very happy being with you. I'm so sorry."
"..."
"..It's just that I-! I think-!! AUGH!!! I can't say it!"
"..Hey. Tell me. I want to know."
"..i might be in love with Rich... "
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sabra-n · 1 year
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Yet more Ted Lasso thoughtlets after skimming the tag:
When I was writing up my Season 1 rewatch I spent a bunch of time resisting the urge to call our villain Poopert before finally giving in, but apparently I was somehow anticipating this episode's scatological simile, so: POOPERT IT IS.
Y'all in the tag are smart AF and I appreciate you, but also why did you make me realize that Roy breaking up with Keeley is a manifestation of the unworthiness he was already starting to feel last season, just like he doesn't think he's good or smart enough to fill Nate's shoes. That hurts, guys.
That said, anyone want to speculate about how he's going to ask the earth to help carry his burden? Because that is absolutely happening.
If Nate and Ted can still be friends even if Nate's not on the team anymore, Roy and Keeley can still be friends even if they're not dating, because they both clearly need all the support they can get right now and BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY.
I'm also turning over the talk of Ted's mental state and that last press conference. With the way Ted was talking at the start about how he may be doing more harm than good at Richmond by staying, I'm actually starting to question my conviction that the team's increasing independence is going to be the permission he needs to leave for Kansas with a happy heart - he might be more akin to Roy, instead, and feel terrible and unworthy because he isn't needed. Owwww.
When Ted started the self-roast my comments to @freaoscanlin consisted of *checks* "oh noooo" and "oh nooooooooo", but I felt pretty reassured by the end of it for a few reasons: a) The fact that it was Ted fighting, like Rebecca asked him to, but doing it while staying himself, b) the fact that it worked to win over the public just like the darts scene won over the pub, by Ted changing the narrative to make himself, Rebecca, and Richmond the loveable underdogs and their opponent the mean villain;
c) the larger context of Ted being in therapy and willing to address his problems rather than burying them, and d) the fact that the trip to the sewers actually worked a treat. The Ted of much of Season 2 was alarming because he wasn't even effective at boosting team morale, which is his whole thing. That's not what's going on here.
But! I fully admit I didn't notice the faded colors in the credits. And maybe I shouldn't have totally dismissed my initial "oh noooo" vibes about that press conference, since some of the things Ted was saying would tie in with his feelings that he still isn't a real football coach, isn't worthy of the job, and is doing more harm than good by staying.
Ironically, the episode also deliberately showed that Ted has finally picked up the sport enough to be able to participate in strategy talk. He's less of an impostor than he thinks.
Ted Lasso is a good TV show, so its events can and do have multiple meanings all the time. The press conference can be Ted successfully fighting Poopert for Rebecca and an admission of impostor syndrome and a tribute to Nate's roast style.
Similarly, Nate can be a foil and contrast for Ted and Jamie and Rebecca (and Keeley and Roy, too, last season). The main characters aren't going to just be any one thing any more than the narrative is.
And now I'm really wondering what Beard's story is going to be this season, because he seems really well-positioned for one. If Ted and Roy are struggling with impostor syndrome after one big career change, what of the man who's been everything from a paid ass-biter to a competitive lumberjack?
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About the twinklify the twink? That's why I don't go full Dreamling. I have nothing against it, but they way they get twisted 90% of the times is just "uhh that not my Dream" for me. And same with all the Dark Morpheus x f/m reader. "That's not my Morpheus" and it's ok, because a) fanfiction keeps the media alive until the next piece we can get and b) fanfiction keeps people alive too, no matter what they picture. So, it's ok to feel like this, I guess.
I think that's the main takeaway from this. YKINMK after all. I'm a firm believer of "do what you want always" though of course, that doesn't mean you should be free from criticism, it just means maybe don't take criticism to heart ya know? This doesn't mean people should go onto others posts and fanfics and complain! God no! But people should be allowed to complain in their own posts - so long as anything particularly harsh isn't put in the main tags or is tagged accordingly. Like of course people aren't always gonna love everything you do, and sometimes when certain headcanons and ideas get bastardised by fanon echo chambers they become so far removed from canon that you are basically writing an OC with your fave characters face, but that's okay if it brings you joy. Just don't expect everyone to love and adore it ya know?
The problem I have with the extra twinkification of characters in ship dynamics is that I have a problem with m/m ships being twisted so far away from their canon counterparts that one party becomes obviously "feminine" and the other obviously "masculine". By which I mean one character is made extra skinny frail and delicate, submissive, virginal, pure, and always ALWAYS the bottom. The other character becomes huge and muscular and hairy and masculine, and take the role of protector and dominating and experienced and is ALWAYS the top.
Do you see what I mean? This has been prevailent in fandom culture since day 1 of course, and its a huge pet peeve of mine. I do view it as somewhat problematic because it feels like trying to fit a mlm ship into a heternormative box. Its a layered mess of misogyny and homophobia wrapped up in a fandom bow. It was worse years ago, during the SuperWhoLock days, and I will forever be grateful to Misha Collins for beefing up so much he enabled Cas to beat the effeminate twink allegations (knowing Mollins he probably came across a particularly bad fanfic or fanart and then spent several hours staring at himself in a mirror before throwing himself into an intensive gym routine).
I don't think its too prevailent in Dreamling fics, though I guess when you have a whole episode devoted to showing how Dream is pale, thin, beautiful, ethereal, completely hairless, and trapped, its easy to see why fandoms minds went to "twink" and then to "we need to find him a saviour". But I do wish the power dynamic would be a bit more balanced. Dream is no wilting flower. He is all pure lean muscle. He is no frail delicate thing. He has the body of a long distance marathon runner. He is power and self righteousness and fury and control. Yeah, he may be submissive with his lovers, but he's hardly inexperienced.
Hob is also in no way a macho man. He's hairy sure, but that's basically it. He actually isn't all that more muscular than Dream, he's only slightly broader, and he's not taller - I think they are the same height? Again, to stress, people can do what they want always. But please do take time to branch outside of the fandom echo chambers and refamiliarise yourself with canon once in a while. Especially when those echo chambers are leaning towards problematic dynamics like those mentioned above.
This is by no means a dig at any individuals, at any creative works I have come across or anything else of the sort. I just sometimes find the fanon echo chambers and widely accepted headcanons a bit irritating, especially when they don't fit with canon. It's fine on a small scale. I am not the person who is gonna comment "he would not fucking say that" because its mean and those posts are mean. It's when the whole fandom seems to adopt certain ideas, and suddenly any deviation from those ideas seems wrong to fandom at large. It becomes difficult to counter those ideas without suddenly being labelled a hater. Look at all the ridiculous discourse in Good Omens fandom because of how deeply far removed from the original source material the fandom took the characters over the 4 year gap between seasons? They were literally going into Neil Gaimans inbox complaining when season 2 deviated from widely accepted fanon headcanons! To the point that Neil had to clarify that what they were complaining about was never canon to begin with!!
Anyway, this post is probably controversial enough without me prattling on any further. Let me stress one last time that you can do what you want always, and everyone should be able to play in the sandbox however they want - just please check yourselves and your prejudices and do consider if the tropes you are encouraging have any harmful implications before throwing yourself into them.
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