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hello! I really love your work and I was thinking if you could write a one-shot of theo inspired by the song " Open Arms by SZA ". but somehow make it a good ending? idk 😓 ( like a slow burn or something ) reader had to let theo go but theo is kind of begging..? for reader to stay in his life and so on! idk if I explained it good enough but you can search up the song and take a look at the lyrics, you'll see what topic I'm going for!

thank you if your write this! you're an amazingg writer ‼️

never leaving

pairing: theo nott x reader

content: your insecurities push you to break your friendship with Theo, only to realize you were wrong all along.

a/n: hope this matches your expectations, I'm sorry if it didn't<33 (also I feel like I'm apologizing in every a/n)

You could say that Theo took you in, he was the only person in your life that ever made you feel too comfortable. When you were on the train, he had befriended you and he never let his friendship falter.

Theo was everything, he was all you could ever need and it scared you how much you were dependent on him. You had never needed anyone, always doing everything by yourself but you could see that changing.

Friends weren't a usual sight in your life and Theo had changed that, but you still had your doubts and maybe that's why you had decided to tell him.

You always had a lingering feeling, that he was taking pity on you because who would willingly spend so much time with you, call themselves your best friend, he had no reason to do it.

You spotted Theo in the hallway along with Mattheo and Enzo. The former two were smoking, and Theo's eyes met yours, and he immediately threw down his cigarette, crushing it using the sole of his shoe.

His eyes stayed on you while yours diverted here and there, ashamed to even meet his gaze. You wanted to be with him, but he was ruining his life for you, he was way too enamored and you wanted to help him.

You reached the group and scrunched your nose at the nicotine smell, Theo noticed this and dragged you away. Why does he have to be sweet and make this harder? you thought.

"Theo, I-" You questioned yourself, he was the only person who knew you but it would be too selfish to make him stay, so you continued, "I don't think we should be friends anymore"

Maybe friends wasn't the right word to describe you two, you weren't dating but he never dated anyone else and it's not like you could. You always hoped it was because he harbored some feelings for you but that had been a foolish fantasy.

"Y/n, I'm sorry sweetheart, I won't ever smoke again, I mean this was the first time in weeks, I really am trying" what? he thought this was about him smoking?

"No, Theo it's not about that." you simply stated trying to make him understand about you suddenly pulling away. He stared at you, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something but really could find the words.

"You can't do this, you cannot wake up on a random day and decide to remove me from your life as if I'm a pawn in your chess board" he was almost yelling, Theo had never yelled at you nor had he ever gotten angry at you, it was always you being mad and him picking up on it.

You remembered a scenario from second year and how different times had gotten now, you had changed and him not so much but you guess it was for his better.

"Where's y/n?" The twelve year old Theodore Nott asked his friend and said friend just shrugged in response before saying, "She hasn't been talking to anyone."

You're mad, he knew you were you always shut everyone out when you were, falling silent and Theo knew just how to better your mood and so he headed in your direction.

Your flashback stopped when you saw a tear fall from his eyes, you had never seen Theo cry either, only once and that too not intentionally. He was showing every emotion of his and you stood there unable to think, mumbling a sorry before leaving him stranded in that hallway.

Theo was shocked, hurt, angry and was feeling all these emotions at once. He had known you for six years and you had left him in six minutes. He loved you and you couldn't see it.

He knocked on your door for the fifteenth time, and you finally opened it. Your eyes were red and puffed up, you were crying.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked in a small voice unlike the one he used in the hallway, he was scared to lose you.

"You don't need to take anymore pity on me, Theo, go live your life" you said with a sniffle in the end and your statement had only made him more confused.

Pity? he had never taken pity on you, and it hurt himself that you believed that nonsense. "You can't replace me y/n, I'm forever, no matter what."

You so wanted to believe him, you so wanted to be in his arms right now, you so wanted him to stop as he was doing right now but you just couldn't.

"I'm sorry Theo, but I have to" Those were last words to him before you shut the door and Theo couldn't sleep that night.

It had been 2 months, 18 days of you ignoring him and he thought he might go mad, you were driving him crazy, you not being there was so much worse than he had anticipated.

It was late in the night when he spotted you leaning against a railing, breathing hard, and when he got a bit closer he noticed you were crying.

He went to stand beside you, you flinched but then sort of relaxed when you noticed who it was. You laid your head in your hands and started crying even harder and without missing a beat or saying something spiteful, Theo took you in his arms.

It was much later that you realized that you could not live without him, he was your Theo. Your tears wet his shirt but he didn't seem to mind, he never seemed to mind.

"You won't leave again, would you?" He asked as if he knew you were coming back and he was right. "You could try, but this time I won't let you."

You smiled at him, god he was the only person in the world who would never make you feel bad about what you did, and you realise it was only your insecurities holding you back from him.

He kissed your forehead lovingly and hugged you even tighter, "I love you" he whispered, half hoping you didn't hear him, but you did.

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His Secret Admirer (Part Two) - Neteyam x fem na’vi reader

part one | part three | part four |bonus chapter

wc: 4.6k

a/n: I’m so sorry this took so long y’all, I had such bad writers block trying to figure out which direction I wanted to push this story in. This honeslty isn’t as good as I wanted to be but maybe I’m being too hard on myself. This is the first multiple part fanfic I’ve written in almost seven years. 😅

contains: angst, some language

“~~~” resembles a time skip or change of POV

Neteyam sat silently on the floor of his family’s tent, his elbows against his knees and his head held between his hands while he listened to his mother chastise him for what felt like the thousandth time today. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t tried to keep you out as long as possible, constantly bringing up new topics so the conversation wouldn’t fall off. He never meant for you to stay out past your curfew, but he got so wrapped up in spending time with you that he didn’t want it to end.

“Where were you?” Neytiri seethed, pushing his head to the side with two fingers while her son ignored her. “Do you know how many times we called for you? What is the point of having this if you do not listen?” She hissed, motioning to the necklace he wore that contained a small walkie-talkie.

He bit his lip to keep himself from saying anything out of anger, his arms now crossed in front of him while he tried his hardest to tune out her incessant interrogation. He vaguely remembered shutting it off, not wanting him or you to hear it and bring the two of you back to real life. “I was out, mother.” He mumbled.

She scoffed with antipathy, turning away from him and flicking her hand into the air with annoyance, seemingly tagging Jake into the conversation before she did something she would regret.

Jake sighed, looking down at his son with a puzzlement. “Out where? Can you at least tell us what you were doing? It isn’t like you to stay out this late, son.”

Neteyam had enough of being watched like a hawk for his entire life. When he would try to go out and have fun just like Lo’ak would do, it was an issue. He stood to his feet suddenly, his voice raised and laced with frustration. “I was with a girl, okay? Is that what the two of you want to hear? If I tell you this will you guys finally leave me alone about this whole mate thing?” He yelled, his shoulder brushing against his father’s as he stormed past him and into his room.

Jake noticed Neytiri’s eye twitch with aggravation, her mouth slightly ajar with stupefy as she watched this unusual display from her eldest son. She had never seen him act out in such away, let alone disrespect his father, this was unknown to them. When she stepped to follow him, Jake grabbed her arm and slowly shook his head, silently telling her to leave him be.

Neteyam felt no matter what he did, his parents would find an issue. For years Jake wouldn’t let him act on his feelings towards you, constantly telling him that girls were not his main priority but he would let Lo’ak run around and pursue whatever girl he pleased. And now, they’re pressuring him to find a mate at the same time multiple men have noticed and already expressed their interest towards you. He couldn’t blame them, you had developed into such an alluring woman. There was just something about you that he couldn’t shake. Your beauty stunned him, you had changed so much over the years that when he would see you prance around the village with Kiri he couldn’t even gather the courage to approach you. He had no chance competing with Ta’olu, he saw the way he looked at you, he heard the way he spoke about you during the hunting party meetings. All the years he had been gone from your life, it seemed like Ta’olu had conveniently stepped right in to take his place.

And if he were being honest, Neteyam resented his parents for putting him in this position. He didn’t want any of the other girls they were trying to set him up with, the mere thought of mating with someone he wasn’t truly in love with sent shivers through his spine and not the good kind. Not the kind you gave him, anyway.

But every time he tried to tell to them about you, about the girl he was actually in love with, he was shot down before he could even say your name. Something about “status” in the clan, and them knowing who would make the best Tsahik to stand beside him.

Bullshit.

“You got to choose who you wanted to mate with, why can I not do the same?” He would yell at his parents, but his words would constantly fall on deaf ears.

The eldest Sully boy barely knew what a crush was. He felt his entire existence boiled down to being the protector of his younger siblings and the future clan leader- what his parents wanted him to be. He hadn’t known what it felt like to be in love until the night he laid eyes on you. He passed it off as inviting you to be his friend, but deep down he knew it was more than that, Lo’ak and Kiri included. The day he was told he could no longer spend time with you split his heart into two. But all it took was two painfully short hours in your presence to mend it back together again.

~~~

Sleep had been the last thing on your mind the past two days. You spent both nights tossing and turning- all you could think about was him. A reoccurring image of Neteyam’s sweet smile flashed behind your eyelids every time they closed, the memory of his voice causing them to open despite your attempts to keep them glued shut. The brief time you two had spent together, and how special it felt after years of being reduced to rushed conversations and short glances. You groaned, sliding both your hands down your face and letting your fingers drag across your lips. You had no idea what you were going to do. But what you did know was that night was one of the best nights of your entire life and barely anything happened. You felt like a little girl again and your crush was returning with a vengance.

You thought about what your mom had said, that you should make your move and let him know how you feel. That following morning, you begged her to teach you all that she knew about being a healer and the two of you got started immediately. You figured if you wanted to be Neteyam’s mate, you had to possess skills that would serve useful to an olo’eyktan. Although, you wish you had gotten into this sooner, because now that you were older the lessons were long and grueling to make up for lost time. You had no idea mixing up a bunch of herbs with a stick required this much thinking.

“[Y/n]?” Your mother’s voice brought you back to Pandora and you turned your eyes to meet a disapproving stare.

“I’m sorry, Ma.” You sighed, shaking your head and sitting up straight now to give her your undivided attention. “I can focus, I promise.” You nodded reassuringly, in which she returned with an unconvinced grunt. You didn’t blame her.

God, this was going to be a long process.

You thanked the spirits when the lesson finally came to an end, standing up and dramatically cradling your back with your hands to stretch it.

“You will have to get used to this if you want to learn the ways of a healer.” Your mother said in response to your display, picking up the materials that laid spread out on the mat of your hut and tucking them away into their designated areas. When you had asked her to start teaching you all that she knew, she was more than overjoyed. She had actively been trying to get you to learn the medicinal ways of your clan, almost like she was playing matchmaker from the start.

Feeling bad for wanting to escape so soon, you instead decided to walk around the house readjusting the most random objects, feigning interest in the same rug that had been there for years. You stood with your hands held in front of you, rocking back and forth from the tips of your toes to the backs of your heels as you avoided her gaze with an awkward whistle.

“Yes, you may go now.”

A smile big enough to almost split your jaw worked its way onto your face and you gathered your things at the speed of light, trying your hardest not to look so excited when you made your way out of your home.

Now that the lesson was over, all you could focus on were the plans you had made with Kiri for the day. The two of you were to venture into the forest in search for small materials that could be crafted into beads for bracelets or necklaces. While you had never really been very interested in healing work, you loved to make jewelry and were a damn good seamstress. You alone had sewn together many Na’vi’s hunting attire.

You loved hanging out with someone who felt connected to nature just as much as you did. Nobody had really figured out just how connected Kiri was to Eywa, but just from watching how she carried herself you knew it was much stronger than any of the others- maybe even stronger than Tsahik.

The village was bustling with na’vi and very lively today, the simple sight of it all warmed your heart. You watched as preparations began to unfold for the clan’s annual Festival of Lights, a celebration in thanks to the spirits for a bountiful hunting season. It was your favorite time of year and everyone seemed much happier the days leading up to it- especially Neteyam. This was one of the rare times of the year he could actually relax and enjoy himself, free from all duties and allowed to simply live his life the way he wanted for a few days.

Or so you thought.

You decided that you would craft a gorgeous necklace for Neteyam with the rare marbles you hoped you’d find near one of the fresh water springs, and what better time to give it to him than during the festival tomorrow? You knew you couldn’t express your feelings to him without an offering. If a Na’vi woman favors a Na’vi male for her mate but has not been suggested to him by his parents or the man himself, she must present her love with an offering in which he can accept or decline. The clan was very big on arranged courtship, which made admitting your feelings so much more of a big deal and ten times scarier.

As you paced through the path to the Sully’s quarters you greeted the elders that passed you and smiled at the small children who were busy entertaining themselves with a friendly game of tag. Before you knew it, you were in front of the hut that housed a big chunk of your childhood memories. You pulled back one of the curtains with your hand, poking your head through as to not barge in and waving at Kiri who sat criss cross on the floor while dicing up some fruits.

“[Y/n]! Come in, come in!” A welcoming grin made its way onto her face as she waved you inside the home, quickly standing up to discard her task embrace you in a hug that rocked you back and forth. “It’s been too long.”

You hugged her back and laughed at her exaggeration, pulling back from the hug slightly to roll your eyes at her. “It’s been a week, Kiri.” You quipped.

She held onto your forearms with her five-fingered hands, an overly serious look taking over her expression. “Yes, a week too long my sister!”

“[Y/N]!” A squealing Tuk came running out from the other room, her short braids bouncing with almost as much energy as the little girl they belonged to. She squeezed herself between you and Kiri, hugging your legs with so much force you nearly stumbled and beaming up at you.

“Hi TukTuk.” You chuckled at her excitement, stroking her braids affectionately. “I swear, it’s like every time I come over here you’re so much bigger than last!”

Tuk was like the younger sibling you never had, and even though she annoyed the absolute hell out of her siblings you loved having her around you, her constant optimism was refreshing.

The little girl accepted your compliment with a toothy grin, piping up to change the subject. “Neteyam told me to tell you he said hello! Can you date my brother already so I can have two sisters?” She questioned eagerly, jumping up and down on her toes.

Your eyes almost popped out of your head hearing the words that came out of her mouth. You blushed profusely, not knowing what to say and instantly looking at Kiri for help who was already hunched over in a fit of laughter. “Kiri!” You whisper shouted, watching her straighten up instantly.

She wiped a potential tear from her eye, clearing her throat and gently pulling her little sister from your legs. “Alright Tuk. [Y/n] and I have some activities to do so why don’t you go down to the village and find Mama, hm?” Kiri suggested, resulting in the little girl shrugging her shoulders and skipping off with contentment as if she hadn’t tried to blow your life up right where you stood.

Kiri gave you a suspecting glance and a teasing smile, using her fingers to poke at your sides while you tried to get your face back to its usual shade of blue.

“Don’t you dare.” You held a hand up in her face before she could begin terrorizing you, turning on your heels and grabbing her wrist to lead her out of the hut.

~~~

“Kiri, stop taking all the pretty ones! The least you could do is save some for me, this was my idea you know.” You scoffed, watching her scoop up a handful of small, gorgeous multi-colored marbles you had finally found after almost an hour of looking and dump them into her satchel. She shook her head and snickered at you, taking half the amount she collected for herself and dropping them into your bag which contained other materials that could be crafted into beads.

“Thank you.” You smiled, laughing when she stuck her tongue out at you just like her younger sister.

“Yeah, yeah.” The snarky girl crouched down to continue her search, waving you off with a hand while she sifted through the soil beneath your feet to find more. “Why do you need these again? I haven’t seen you make jewelry in ages, last time I asked for a necklace you said you didn’t make them anymore.” She queried.

You tightly pressed your lips together and nervously rubbed your arm with your opposing hand, shrugging off her question as if it hadn’t caused your brain to try and come up with fifty different answers that were far from the truth. “No reason, just wanted to make some things for my mother. Her birthday is coming up, wanted to give her something really special.”

Kiri narrowed her eyes at you, rising up so the both of you were eye level. God, you knew her connection with Eywa was absolutely insane, but since when did she have the power to hear someone else’s thoughts too?

“You’re lying. Her birthday was almost three months ago.” She spoke, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head at you with a smirk. “So, do you want to tell me the truth, or are we gonna sit here and act like you didn’t just forgot your own mother’s birthday?”

You let out a short huff, bringing your hand up to the bridge of your nose and pinching it. Of course she saw right through your excuse, you knew better than to lie to Pandora Jesus- at least that’s what Lo’ak used to call her. You would never say that to her face, though. Unless for some odd reason you were craving a mouthful of dirt for lunch. “Fine,” you started, looking away while you spoke and lowering your voice. “It’s for your brother.” You mumbled, the two of you deciding to start on your walk back to the village while the conversation proceeded.

“No way! Neteyam?!” She gasped dramatically, holding her hand up to her mouth as she attempted to look shocked. Your mouth fell open once realizing she was forging her surprised expression.

“Wait… you knew the whole time?” You gulped.

The look on your face made the slender girl titter with satisfaction. “No shit, both me and Lo’ak. Hell, you damn near drool every time you look at the man!” She sneered.

You groaned and threw your hands up in the air, more out of embarrassment than anything else. This was the first person you had told about your crush on Neteyam other than your mother, you truly thought no one else knew. To see her not even the least bit surprised made you wonder who else had caught on.

The two of you decided to start on your walk back to the village while your conversation proceeded. “Does he know?”

“Oh, of course not.” Kiri responded almost immediately, raising her arm to pluck a fruit from the tree above you. “You know my brother is oblivious to girls. He’s probably the most sought out in the village, yet he still finds it difficult to believe when someone likes him. He does talk about you quite a bit though.” She shrugged, taking a bite out of her newly acquired snack.

“Really?” Your ears perked up and the giddy smile on your face didn’t seem to help to hide the newfound hope brewing inside your chest. You ducked your head under low hanging branches, jogging a little to keep up with Kiri’s fast strides once you realized you were falling behind. “Well? What does he say?”

You could almost see the smile on her face from the back of her head, probably because you could hear it through her voice. “He said he misses hanging out with you, wants to do it more often. I believe that’s why he hasn’t chosen a mate, because once he does, the two of you won’t be able to spend time alone like that anymore.” The thought of your time being cut short for the second time right after the two of you had found each other again was enough to make you panic.

“I heard my parents talking last night. They’re wondering why he hasn’t picked yet.” She suddenly stopped walking and turned to face you, her hands grabbing yours with an encouraging smile. “So I may have put in a good word or two. After all, I think you’re a much better fit for him than any of the other girls.”

You finally felt as if everything was piecing itself together, your nerves began to melt away just like your heart did at Kiri’s words. Your gaze fell to the floor when you felt your face heat up like campfire and your tail began to swish with delight. “So, what I’m hearing is there’s still time?” You asked, sounding much more optimistic than you had intended.

Kiri’s eyes left your own and looked past your head, the corners of her mouth twitching into a mischevious grin when she seemingly spotted something you hadn’t. “I don’t know,” she started, grabbing your shoulders to turn you around. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Before you could even process the words that came out of her mouth, you were pushed forward with so much force that you stumbled out of the trees and into Neteyam’s line of sight. By the time you whipped your head around to hiss at Kiri, she was already gone.

You nervously turned back around, laughing to yourself at the stoic expression he carried around everywhere he went. You couldn’t help but feel starstruck every time you saw him, it was like your mind pictured him moving in slow motion simply to taunt you. He looked incredibly different from the years prior and you definitely were not complaining. And even though he hadn’t wanted to talk about it, it was pretty obvious how truly extensive and challenging his training must be. His arms had developed broad, toned muscles and you wondered if his abs would sound hollow had you knocked on them. You quickly straightened up when the solemn look on his face replaced itself with a bright smile once he picked your face out from the others.

You cleared your throat and tried to regain your composure as much as possible while he approached you, giving him a sweet smile in return and meeting him halfway.

“Hi.” You mentally cringed as soon as you heard the greeting your brain decided to choose. But lucky for you, his smile only got bigger. You could speak complete gibberish and he would sit and listen like he understood.

“Hey… How are you doing? With, you know.” He motioned down to your foot.

You tilted your head at him in confusion and it took you a few seconds to realize what he was referring to. Once it finally clicked, your cheeks flushed a bright red, remembering the predicament your injury had gotten the two of you into. “Oh! This old thing? Pshh.” You babbled like an idiot, looking around to try and focus on anything other than the handsome face in front of you.

He laughed at your display, the air around the two of you settling while you both tried to think of the words to say next.

“So I-“ Two voices overlapped as you guys opened your mouths to speak at the exact same time, making the both of you burst into a fit of laughter. You covered your mouth to hide your grin, shaking your head at him rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“You first.” He smiled.

You nodded your head and swallowed your pride, building up the courage for your request. “I really enjoyed flying with you on your Ikran the other night. And I was wondering if… maybe we could do it again sometime?” You questioned reluctantly, not entirely sure of what his answer would be. You figured spending some more time with Neteyam to prepare yourself for tomorrow would do your nerves some good.

“You’re not afraid anymore?” Much to your surprise he actually looked interested, his eyebrow raising along with the pitch of his voice. He couldn’t believe someone who had previously shown so much fear wanted to do the exact thing they were frightened of, again. Ikran rides were very exciting though, so really he was having a hard time believing you wanted to do it with him, again.

“No, I’m not.” You turned your head to the side a bit as you blushed. “But only because the mighty warrior helped me overcome my fear.” You teased.

Watching Neteyam trip and stumble over his words was like being able to come face to face with a Palulukan and not die. So in other words, extremely rare and not a common sight. He took your hand in his and looked down at you, hoping the loud beating of his heart would answer your question since his voice was having trouble staying steady in your presence. Your cheeks were sore now from how hard you were smiling.

“I would love-“

Just as he was about to agree to your proposal, an ear-bleeding voice made the both of you wince.

“Nete-yammm!” You watched as Eyiti waved her arm above her head like a madwoman and damn near sprinted in you and his direction. You cursed to yourself and rolled your eyes, which Neteyam did not happen to miss. Little did you know, he felt the exact same way about her as you did. Once she approached the two of you she batted her lashes at him and you swear you almost threw up in your mouth. Her eyes shot down to your intertwined fingers, the both of you begrudgingly releasing the other. You felt the urge to tighten your grip, but you knew it wasn’t a good look for the olo’eyktan’s son to be seen displaying public affection with a woman who had not yet been suggested to him.

She cleared her throat with satisfaction, completely disregarding your presence and continuing to eyefuck him. “Are you busy, ‘Teyam?”

The sound of her voice using the nickname you had reserved for him was enough to make your eye convulse as you felt irritation overwhelm your previously good mood. You dipped your head to the side a bit to catch her gaze, waving a hand in front of her face to break the trance she was in. “Uh, hello?” You spoke up, tilting your head to the side with a tight lipped smile once she glared at you. “Yeah, hi. It seems you’re missing a few letters there. You know, the ’N’ and the ‘E’.” Neteyam looked at you with an astounded expression, and even you were surprised at the fact that you managed to speak up. If you weren’t mistaken, you heard the slightest chuckle from him too.

“Whatever.” She rolled her eyes and you felt a hint of accomplishment from ruffling her feathers a bit, only for her to turn her attention back towards him. “You promised you’d finish organizing preparations with my parents to be my date for the festival, remember?” She spoke, her hand now finding its way to stroke his arm.

Hearing those words come from her of all people felt like a knife driving right through your chest. You looked to Neteyam with disbelief clouding your eyes, hoping for something, anything to let you know that what she had just said wasn’t true. He only shut his eyes for a brief moment, opening his mouth to speak but a deep exhale followed instead of words like you expected. Her mouth curved into a sinister grin only you could notice. After dealing with her for so many years, you knew she would hide her true intentions behind fraudulent innocence.

You felt betrayed and you hated yourself for it. The two of you weren’t even together, you hadn’t even been suggested to him. You scolded yourself for even thinking the few hours the two of you spent together after years apart meant anything more than a friendly catch up to him.

He shifted his gaze to you, the look on his face more than apologetic. “I’m sorry, [Y/n]. I can explain this…” His voice was filled with remorse but his heart yearned to say more. There was something more than an explanation dancing behind his eyes, but you were much too embarrassed to look at him and discover it. He desperately felt the need to rectify the situation but you simply shook your head and took a step back.

You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling exposed all of a sudden and not caring if you had failed to look unbothered. It was impossible to hide how you truly felt from him, your efforts would have been futile regardless of how hard you tried. “It’s fine, go.” You stopped your voice from cracking, daring not to look at him while you felt his stare only grow stronger.

You felt his fingers brush against your forearm as he reached for you, resulting in you raising your arms slightly to avoid his grasp. “I hope the two of you have fun.” You choked out, excusing yourself before you became subject to further humiliation. You heard his voice call out for you but there was no way you could turn back to face him, the tears you had made such an effort to keep unshed were now threatening to spill over.

You kept your head down as you walked, nearly falling back onto your bottom when your body came in contact with a ridiculously hard surface.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I should have been watching where I was going.” You blinked away your tears, looking up to see none other than Ta’olu staring down at you.

The tall male peered at you with a confident smile, amusement written all over his face, not at all minding that you had used him as an anchor to not fall over. “No worries, I was actually coming to find you.”

You cocked your head to the side with interest. You weren’t entirely sure why he would have been looking for you, seeing as the last time you had asked him to hang out he ditched you for some random girl he had met the day before. “Okay… what’s up?” You cleared your throat, trying to set aside what had just happened a minute ago.

His stance shifted slightly and he grabbed hold of your hand, the interaction not being nearly as enjoyable as it was with Neteyam. His hand on yours was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and hibernate for the rest of the year. His gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his question being exactly what you feared.

“Would you be my date for the festival tomorrow?”

a/n:Isn’t Eyiti just the worst? And who the hell is this Ta’olu dude? 🙈*mischievous laughter* I’m so sorry for leaving y’all on a cliff hanger but I had to end this chapter here! I wonder what’s gonna go down in part 3 🤔 I’m sorry if i missed your tag! I wrote them down but when I entered it in some of them wouldn’t pop up 💔

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newtthetranswriter · 9 months

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Hello! Can you do Crowley from good omens with an S/O who tends to get distracted really easily, like Crowley will be talking then he'll look beside himself to see you walked of to see something in a window of a shop type of thing.

Paring: Crowley x reader

Word count: 853

A/n: Sorry this took so long I had a very small bout of writer's block but finally worked past it. I hope you enjoy this. Also with Doctor Who being confirmed to exist in the Good Omens world, I believe that people would tell Crowley he looks like Ten and he would deny it saying he is ten times more handsome than him. Any way enjoy requests are still open, and MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DON”T INTERACT.

Today is a day for relaxing, which means forcing my demon of a boyfriend out shopping with me. Okay actually it’s not so much forcing, more like bribing him with a new house plant. You see, Crowley stopped wanting to join me at the mall because I get distracted easily and he always ends up losing me in the crowd, so to make it up to him I promise him a new house plant if he joins me.

After successfully bribing him, we are now walking through the mall. We have spent the last two hours looking at different stores trying to take our time and enjoying our time together. At this moment Crowley was explaining to me that Aziraphale had done something he deemed as stupid, and was trying to get me to agree with him.

“You don’t understand Love, he thinks everyone takes the time out of their days to iron their pants. Like why would you take the time to do that, they’re just going to get wrinkly from wearing them.” He said, adamant that it was weird to press the wrinkles out of one's clothing. But sadly for him I had in fact become distracted by a shirt in the window of Hot Topic.

I had walked away completely, forgetting I was out with my boyfriend. It seemed that Hot Topic was having a throwback sale and one of the big items was a Doctor Who shirt featuring the Tenth Doctor. I couldn’t help but go in to get the shirt, Doctor Who is one of my favorite shows and I couldn’t help but realize that my favorite demon and the Tenth Doctor locked fairly similar.

P.O.V change to Crowley

“Not to mention he also spends an unfathomable amount of time dusting his books, why would you do that, it’s just a bunch of dead trees.” Crowley turned his head to get his partner’s response, only to realize they weren't by him. “Oh you have got to be kidding me.” He said gritting his teeth in annoyance.

He had no clue how long they had been missing and so resigned himself to back track looking for the easily distracted person. “Where the fuck did they run off too?” The demon mumbled to himself, irritated that he once again lost track of his partner.

After looking around for a good ten minutes or so he remembered that Y/n loves to shop at Hot Topic and they likely got distracted by something at the edgy nerd store, and so he made his way to the store. As he walked in he spotted the source of his irritation and walked up behind them as they looked at a wall of funko pops. “Where have you been?” He asked, swinging his arm around their shoulder.

P.o.V back to Y/n

I jumped feeling someone rest their arm on my shoulder but relaxed as I recognised the voice of my favorite demon. “Oh sorry Crowley, I just saw this shirt and had to get it, then they said there was a deal on funkos and now I can’t pick which ones to get.” I apologized for disappearing and showed him the shirt I picked out.

He just rolled his eyes at me and looked at the shirt. “I have told you before I don’t look like him. Why do you insist that I do?” Crowley said, already knowing one of the reasons I picked out the shirt.

“Yes you do, even Aziraphale thinks so. But that’s not the only reason I’m getting it. I love Doctor Who and finding merch for the older seasons can be difficult if you don’t want to shop on amazon.” I explained to him. I looked down at the couple of things in my hands before I remembered the other shirts I had picked out. “Oh and I also got us matching Queen shirts, I figured since we listen to them all the time you enjoy them, so I thought you would like it.” I told him, showing him the matching shirts.

“Aziraphale only agrees because he knows I don’t. And thank you, Love, for thinking of me.” He thanked me for the shirt. Now I know he probably won’t be caught dead wearing it out of the house but It’s nice that he isn’t fighting it. “Now let’s pick out the Funko’s and get going, the angel invited us out to dinner.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

I smiled at him and finally settled on three Funko’s from Jujutsu Kaisen and headed to the counter. “Ok, but before we go meet with Zira, we have to go to a garden center and get you the plant I promised.” I said as we walked out of the store, with Crowley now holding me to his side so I can’t run off again.

He just laughed and we kept walking out the mall towards the Bently, marking the end of our ‘relaxing’ day. It was always nice to spend time together even if I tend to get sidetracked.

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treasureofmammon · 5 months

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Random mammon headcannon i want to share

He gets bad nightmares about you dying so sometimes he wakes up in a cold sweat and crying. He normally cleans himself up as he sprints to your room in the middle of the night, needing to know if your ok.

Once he sees you sleeping and alive, he fixes your blanket and sits by your bed, resting his head on the bed as he stares at you. he eventually falls asleep looking at you, you have found mammon sleeping next to your bed multiple times but you he never tells you the real reason he was there

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First off, I'm sorry. Honestly, I'm still figuring out how Tumblr works and realized late how to see Asks, and then I took my time to respond to you. I hope you can forgive me. I'm on my 20s, but I act like an old woman, apparently. Lol.

I took the liberty to make a short story about thiiiiissss!!!! After all, my sweet demons were on a war, they have some unresolved things to talk about and heal. They are obviously overprotective; so with a sweet little and weak lamb like us, they probably go over the top. I LOVE THE IDEA! Although I HATE the fact they probably live with PTSD, hence where the nightmares come from 😪

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Warnings: Flashbacks and topics related to war and death. Hints to mental illnesses. Obvious attraction, but not an established relationship (yet). Angst at the beginning, but also, tenderness and care. I took some creative liberties since I haven't read some parts of the story (struggling to get UR cards), so some details might change from the OG storyline. Finally, I didn't check the syntaxes of the paragraphs so much. Sorry if some stuff doesn't make a lot of sense.

*I apologize in advance for what y'all might read, I absolutely love to write, but I'm not such a good writer. Lol*

[Note: Mammon x Gn!Neutral reader. Spoilers ahead- English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors - The following characters belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. This is a mere work of fan-fiction. I took some creative liberty].

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Nightmares and dreams

Mammon looks at his right, familiar faces, that he once called "siblings", shattering his other loved ones forever. Their comrades and family's expressions suddenly realize that their existence, one that could be eternal, are brought to an abrupt end at that exact moment. And some of them, many even, look at Mammon with despair, lost and afraid of their own death.

His almost extinct battalion, who he commanded, conformed by his little brothers and sisters that he once witnessed brought to life in a blow of Father's breath, forever gone. Some of them he watched grow up, hugged, played, spoiled, and then... trained. Not anymore. No clue will lay in history that they existed, no irrefutable proof of who they were.

Mammon's eyes widen in horror, mouth open in surprise.

He then looks around and catches in a glimpse a spear that falls graceful and fairly as a punisher of the traitors, hovering over Asmodeus, unerring.

—No. Not Asmodeus, not him!—

Mammon runs faster than the light and slides himself with his younger brother in his arms, successfully saving him from the imminent death. Mammon sighs and thinks it's fine now, but immediately, a penetrating scream is heard, and Beel and Belphie shred tears. The time freezes: all of them stop, every single one of the angels stops, the arrows fall to the green grass, and a new flurry of arrows never comes.

—Lilith... No!—.

Lucifer takes her in his arms, but the ground immediately opens, and both fall. Lucifer's wings turn black, and horns come out of his head as he descends in rapid speed; his halo is lost on the battlefield until Michael takes it with him as a prize for nothing.

Mammon follows them without a second thought, loyal as always, worried like the second brother he is, launching himself to a fall to a who-knows-where place.

As he falls, flames consume his body, his wings burn down to his core, his white robe dissipates, his halo turns in ashes and his head throbs in pain while he feels two horns that grow from it. But he doesn't lose sight of Lucifer and of Lilith's face. Except now is not Lilith's is yours.

Mammon loses his mind: the abyss he falls in turns pitch black, swallowing Lucifer and Lilith in his arms. He has a sinking feeling in his gut and screams, not scared of his own life, but scared of Lucifer's, Lilith's, and yours until his slim body finally bursts against the ground. The room is still completely dark. Shyly, he stands up, —Lucifer? Lilith?—, he calls.

Suddenly, a reflector light turns on. You are right below it, lighted up like a star. The yellowish rays touch your silhouette gracefully as if you were an angel yourself. Beautiful. Candid. Endearing.

—MC? —

You turn around to look at him and smile tenderly, like you usually do. His heart melts. For a short moment, his worries dissappear and he smiles back. He walks to you, enchanted by your bright soul.

Until a pair of claws dig in your back. Your scream never heard. In a gasp, you fall to the ground, bloody, and a set of glowing purple eyes withdrawn into the emptiness of the never-ending darkness of the room.

—NO!— Mammon screams and rushes to you, your face now lifeless, while blood scapes your body. He cries your name, but there's no response. Suddenly, a familiar voice chants: —This is your fault! She died because of you!—. A new figure emerges from the blackness.

—Lucifer?—

—No—, finally revealing his identity, —I'm you—. Mammon's own face responds back.

Mammon's eyes open wide suddenly. Awake, gasping and panting, scared, drowned in his own sweat. He sits in his bed and takes his forehead in his hands. A nightmare.

Mammon feels his heart pace altered. And he tries to calm down.

—It was just a nightmare... right? It felt too damn real. They're here, they're just asleep, they ain't death, right?—

Rationally, Mammon knows he had a bad dream, but a part of him drags him to unreality, so he jumps out of bed, leaves his room, and makes his way to yours. On the short path, he takes his shirt off and notices that even his torso is dripping in sweat, but he manages to clean his face with his wet shirt.

Slowly and carefully, he opens the door of your room, still gasping for air, now in a much more stable breathing pace. When the door is open enough, he peeks inside your room, there, you lay in bed tranquil, your face expression at peace, and your chest slowly moving up and down, asleep.

—Thanks Lilith...—, he whispers and lets himself in your room, knowing that once again, as usual after dreaming your passing, he might be violating your space and the sanctity of your placid sleep. But, he does it anyway. You're his human, after all.

Mammon stands for a short while, looking at you, making sure you're real and safe. He fixes your blanket, covering you well. Then, quietly, he drags your desk's chair to your bed's side and sits, watching you dream your own dreams, snoring softly, comfortable, and even happy.

—I love ya—, he whispers and observes you until his eyelids can't stay open, his head resting right next to your hand.

When you wake up in the middle of the night, Mammon is lying right next to you, uncomfortable. You sigh, thinking that it's happening again.

Gently, you reach to his hand, and he wakes up in a jump, confused and scared.

—MC?—

This time, you don't ask a thing. You just pull his hand to you, and he gets the hint, half asleep, not sure if you inviting him to share the bed is another dream that feels too real again or reality itself.

Mammon nuzzles against your chest, and you throw your arms around him after covering him up with your blanket, too; then, you kiss his temple, trying to convey all your emotions in one little peck.

—I have no idea why you do this— you admit, —but I don't mind sharing my bed with you, Mammon; after all, I love you—.

Your love confession, unheard. For now, that's okay, as long as you can hold your best friend and crush on your arms as if you were lovers already.

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twstbookclub · 4 months

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I really like the writing about Silver until now and I hope you don't mind a request

Can I request him? Quite angsty. Where MC and Silver kinda failed to tell their feelings for one another, until MC had a chance to go home and given a choice to stay or to go home to their original world.

Tho I prefer a happy ending. So I would like to see how it ends :")

It all changes overnight.

Summary: You and Silver are genuinely in love, but neither of you wish to tell each other as to not ruin the relationship that's already been developed. You find out that a way home has been found, and you can finally leave... but do you really want to? POV: 2nd POV Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Silver, MC gets to go home, angst, angst with a happy ending, romance, request Word Count: 1,452

A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long to write ;; I'll be honest, I didn't even know how to start this. The other admins and I discussed time and time again and we would get stumped just trying to figure out what could make Silver have to suddenly leave or for the moment to be interrupted. That, and I had moved homes, had to find a new job, and lots of other life events, so it put my writer life on hold. Now that the job I have is a lot more laid back, I can finally go back to freely writing and being able to post again. To our regular readers and those who are just finding this page again; thank you all for waiting and reading. We will do our best to bring back the page even if it is a slow process, and we will come back with more ideas(trust me, we have a lot already planned out and ready to write) Enjoy your request finally being posted, requester.

“He fell asleep in the classroom again…” You whisper softly, while standing in front of the silver-haired boy’s desk, with a gentle smile.

“You’re lucky to not have your club today.”

Your eyes stay on him while carefully moving hair strands out of his face. You loved him. It was like a fairytale based on love at first sight. Meeting him was something very unexpected. Well, finding yourself in the world of Twisted Wonderland was weird enough as is.

The light of the sunset would shine on his perfect and kind features, his gentleness visible from miles away. You take your hand away after a few more seconds and look away, getting ready to leave the classroom.

“Prefect?” A voice calls out, which quickly catches your attention, and you turn to see Crowley standing at the classroom door. You look at Silver one more time before walking away to talk to the Headmaster.

“Well, young student, I have some good news for you.” The Headmaster began to speak, and the term “good news” made you perk up.

“Ah, I see you’re interested. So, I’ll tell you.”

You nod once and listen attentively. “Is it news about me getting to go home?” You ask, that topic being the only thing you could call good—amazing news even.

Crowley turned his expression into one that was deadpan and unenthusiastic. “Now you’ve ruined my surprise.”

“I—” You were about to retort, but then Crowley’s words began to click. “Wait… What? I can finally go home!?” Your voice was filled with excitement at the realization.

“You can. I was able to confirm that what we found out before was true.” The headmaster was excited for you, and all you could do was feel relief.

Before you knew it, the figure you had been taking care of was standing beside you.

“Prefect.”

“Silver…” You say with a bit of surprise, turning your head to see him.

“Silver! Have you heard about us figuring out a way to send the prefect back home?” Crowley said with excitement. Silver’s expression became surprised before he looked at you. After that, Crowley left and you were left with a slightly awkward situation.

You didn’t know what to say, so you gave Silver a nervous smile instead. “Oops…?”

Silver took a moment before laughing lightly and starting to walk with you. The pace was slow, but the tension was thick enough to break a knife. You mostly stare around, but occasionally share small smiles and glances with him.

Walking all the way to his dorm, by the time you both arrive, it’s almost curfew. You stop at the start of the bridge ahead and look at him, feeling a bit guilty. “I’m sorry for not telling you. I just—”

“Why are you apologizing?” His words caught you off guard, yet they were warming your heart somehow. “You get to go home, and that’s amazing. You’ve been here for so long, and who knows what’s going on in your world.”

His words were genuine and they made you smile, but the feeling of letting this place go was painful. “I know, but Silver—”

“Go back home. You deserve to go back home.” Silver had a gentle smile on his face, yet it only hurt more. You wanted to scream about how you felt about him, just before it was too late.

“Silver… I—”

“Silver!!!”

A loud voice from across the bridge calls out to the silver-haired boy, and instantly catches his attention. It was Sebek.

“Malleus-sama is looking for you!”

You were in a bit of disbelief at the timing, but you knew that Malleus was the first priority for the students of the Diasomnia dormitory. You could only give him a bitter smile to convince and reassure him. “Go see what Malleus needs. We can talk at another time.”

Silver only looked at you with slight disappointment, before he returned your smile. “Thank you. Tell me what you want to say another time, okay?”

You nodded and walked off to go back to your own dorm. You wanted to tell him, just in case you wouldn’t see each other again. Even just telling him would be enough, but it didn’t seem like life wanted that for you.

The next day, the morning sun greeted everything with a beautiful hello, but you were standing right in front of the Mirror Chamber with the portal open to go home. You were hesitant to even step through. You really didn’t want to go home, but you had a life apart from this vastly different world.

It hurt. You knew that a way home was right in front of you, but deep down, you weren’t ready to leave yet. The thought of leaving everything behind was creating a tight feeling in your chest. It was a loss. Leaving Twisted Wonderland and going home wasn’t what you wanted, but never returning home didn’t sound proper. You had to go home. This story shouldn’t have happened.

You took a breath and stepped forward, but stopped at the sound of the door to the Mirror Chamber opening. You turned around and saw Silver standing there, heavily breathing and looking worried. “Prefect…”

“Silver? How did you—”

“Lilia told me. Crowley told all of the housewardens that you decided to go home,” he said as he moved closer to where you were, but still kept his distance. “Were you planning on leaving without saying goodbye?”

“I didn’t w—I mean—” You didn’t know how to explain in a logical way, so the last resort was to just let everything out.

“How could I say goodbye when I don’t even know if I want to leave? I don’t want to leave you, my friends, or anything at all here.”

“Then why didn’t you talk to someone first?” Silver was careful and gentle with his words, like he always was with you, but that’s what made you want to burst.

“Because the only person I wanted to talk to was you! I wanted you to be the person that convinced me to stay, but we never got that chance,” you spoke with a pain in your heart. Your breathing was getting shaky just trying to hold everything in.

His eyes widen at what he’s hearing, but he keeps his tone soft. “What are you talking about? We’ve had that chance—”

“No, we haven’t. I didn’t want to tell anyone, until Crowley gave me the confirmation that I could go home. I tried to tell you yesterday, but I know how important it is to attend to Malleus, so I let you go. Then, you told me that I deserved to go home, so I gave up on trying,” you explained and watched him get closer to pull you away from the portal.

Silver slowly placed his hands on your shoulders and began to speak firmly, “Call me. Text me. Even if it’s at the brink of dawn, if you need someone to listen to you, I will fight off my drowsiness to be there for you, as long as you need me to be there. I will not leave you alone. I will not leave you to suffer alone. If you want me to be there for you, then I will do that. I will not leave your side until you push me away, but even if you do that, I will not leave until I know you no longer need me.”

His words were like bandaids plastered to your broken heart, keeping you from falling deeper into the despair of the situation. The urge to cry was there, but instead, you let out a small string of words without realizing it.

Yet, he said the same words along with you.

“I love you.”

Both of you looked at each other with surprise, yet it would slowly melt into affection the more you stared into his eyes.

“As much as you deserve to go home, don’t go. Deep down, I don’t want you to go.”

Your eyes widen at the sound of him practically pleading for your stay. It was so new to you, but you could feel the impact of his words regardless.

“I know you have a life back in your world, but you have a life here too. You can keep going to Night Raven College, hang out with us and, while this isn’t something that could convince you completely… You can be with me,” Silver spoke while looking directly at you, giving you a smile at the end of his words.

You felt your heart grow warm, but you began to feel your face getting hotter from how flustered you were getting.

Maybe staying in this world wouldn’t be so bad.

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aew-kun-age-regression · 10 months

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Hey! I love your blog and your blog has really helped me be more open about my age regression. Would you be open to write a story about cg!hotch X cg!reid X little reader? Thanks have a great day💕

Hii!! I am sooo sorry this took so long!! I was having really bad writers block and then I completely forgot about all the story requests I had!!

I'm so glad my blog has helped you with your age regression!! <3

I hope this is okay 😅

"At work.."

Pairings: Caregiver!Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid x Little!Reader.

Summary: You slip at work, lucky your caregivers are there to help.

Warnings: the briefest mentions of a case revolving children, nicknames (daddy, dada, sweetheart, sweetie, bub, kiddo.)

Daddy - Hotch

Dada - Reid

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️ THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

NOT Proofread

You were currently sat at your desk. It was one of the rare days that the bau were in the office, working on paperwork.

You'd been slipping all day and we're finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the folder that sat currently in front of you.

The bau were unaware that you were a regressor. Well apart from Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner. They both knew. They had become your caregivers.

Hotch was the first to know after he found you in a cupboard in a hotel after a particularly hard case involving children, he'd noticed how upset you'd been during the case and was originally going to just check up on you, but upon finding you crying, with a pacifier in your mouth he'd had a change of plans. He spent that evening watching over you and then proceeded to approach you on the topic in the morning when you were no longer small.

Spencer had found out soon after. He was good at profiling and had noticed your childlike innocence. He spoke to Hotch who in turn spoke to him about the situation, asking Reid not to mention this to anyone else.

Soon after that interaction there was an incident where you had slipped at work. Hotch was too busy to be able to watch you so Spence volunteered. You ended up having lots of fun with him. And so from that point on both Hotch and Spencer became your caregivers.

Spencer approached you slowly.

"Sweetheart you feeling small..?" He asked you quietly.

You looked up panicked.

"it's okay sweetie.. it's just dada.."

You nodded, tears in your eyes.

"oh it's okay bub.. Do you wanna go see Daddy??"

You nodded again.

Spencer gently took your hand in his own and led you to Hotch's office, knocking gently on the door.

A simple "come in" from Hotch was all it took before Spencer guided you into the room.

"Reid?? What's wrong??" Hotch asked upon seeing you holding his hand.

"They slipped whilst doing some paperwork and I thought it would be best for them to calm down and be regressed in here instead of in the open.." Spencer spoke looking to Hotch.

Hotch gently hugged you.

"do you want to do some colouring kiddo?"

You nodded eagerly.

Aaron took your hand from Reid.

"can you go get their regression bag from the boot of my car??"

"of course"

Reid left to go get your bag whilst Hotch got you settled on the couch in his office.

"now daddy has to carry on working but I'll be in here with you, yeah?"

"mhm.."

"okay Sweetheart."

Reid came back quickly, knocking on the door and then slipping in. He placed the bag down next to you and kissed your forehead.

"I'm going to get back to work before the others start asking questions. Have fun okay bub?"

"okii dada!!"

"okay Reid."

You and Hotch answered.

You ended up colouring 4 different pictures, you chose to do two for each of your caregivers. Labeling 'dada' and 'daddy' on the respective colourings.

Hotch decided to drive both you and Spencer back to Reid's house.

Hotch made you dinner whilst Spencer sat with you reading.

You fell asleep calmly knowing that your caregivers would always be there to help you when needed.

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rogerswifesblog · 6 months

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Kinktober - masturbation

A/N: this was supposed to be a Drabble for mommy kink but in the end it turned out to be for masturbation 😂 I’ll write for mommy kink another time^^ I hope you’ll like this one too! Thank you @jamneuromain for helping with this idea and especially the ending!😂

Pairing: Best friend Jake Jensen x Reader

Summary: It’s your first time visiting an erotic club so you’ve decided to ask your best friend what outfit to choose. He definitely didn’t expect your choice…

Warnings: mommy kink, masturbation, fleshlight, fingering, sub Jake Jensen

I’d appreciate reblogs and feedback <3 support your writers<3

It was your first time going to a fetish club and you were incredibly excited about that. But not being able to decide what to wear you asked Jake if he’d help you choose something. First you had tried in a simple skirt and bralette but you felt like it was too boring.

So you’ve decided to take out something you’d never thought Jake would ever see you in. He was your best friend and definitely wasn’t supposed to see any of your…erotic clothes. Especially since you had a huge crush on him and didn’t want to crush any little chances you might have.

“Okay Jake but-don’t judge me okay?”, was the only thing you asked for before walking back into the living room dressed in a tight latex halter neck dress with a low cleave, that ended practically in the middle of your butt. The final touch was your boots.

Leather platform boots. Nearly eight inches high and up to your mid thigh.

Jake felt like his brain turned into mush. It probably did. Hell, it definitely did when you stepped closer to him, placing your foot right between his legs on the bit of couch that was there. You hadn’t even noticed how hard he got within seconds.

He never thought he’d see you dressed like…. from his dreams and fantasies. Jake had a crush on you since you two had met and even though you never talked about how you were in bed he always imagined you could be a bit more dominant…and he really hoped he wasn’t wrong about that. Not that it mattered, you’d never sleep with him. You’d probably think he’s pathetic for being a sub, especially since he always denied it whenever you asked what he liked and what his fantasies were (he always lied and changed the topic.)

But seeing you like that…he had no idea what to say.

“Are you going to say something Jake?” “Yeah sorry mommy-I mean-no, wait-sorry. Mommy-not mommy-oh god I’m just repeating it at this point”, he rambled flustered, immediately looking down at his lap, only to notice how close your boot was to his crotch. He could scooch a bit forward and-he immediately looked back up, not wanting to be tempted even more.

A chuckle escaped your lips when you noticed his glossy eyes, his rosy cheeks, the slightly parted lips…the heavy breathing…just as if he was…turned on?

Slowly your gaze fell lower.

His jeans were tented and not even his hoodie that he was trying to pull down further could hide it.

“I assume…this outfit is it, then. Hopefully others will have a similar reaction, sweetheart”, you whispered, not being able to stop the petname slipping from your lips, nor from touching his chin gently with your hand, your thumb slowly brushing over his goatee.

Jake swallowed hard, nodding slowly, unintentionally pressing his palm against his hard cock as he was still looking you up and down, his eyes lingering on your breasts when you leaned a bit forward while touching his face gently. “Good boys don’t touch themselves without permission”, you whispered quietly, Jake immediately dropping his hand from his lap onto the couch, grabbing it tightly.

You bit your bottom lip, slowly straightening again, your foot now back on the floor. “Jake, do you want to continue this?”, you asked, taking his face in your hands and making him look up at you. He nodded once, but it wasn’t enough for you. “You gotta tell me what you want, Jake”, you said in a more stern tone.

For a second Jake just breathed shakingly before placing his hands on yours. “I want to…do it with you. I’m really enjoying this a lot…”, he whispered, seemingly a bit embarrassed, his face turning an even darker shade of red.

“Okay…but you’ll tell me when you don’t like something okay?”, he nodded once again. “Yeah…can…can I get a kiss?”, his simple question made your heart melt. Without wasting time you leaned down to him, gently kissing him on the forehead, then his cheekbone and finally his lips.

The kiss was gentle at first, but when he quietly gasped against your lips you deepened the kiss, your tongue not even needing to fight for dominance that he was freely giving to you. He gave up all control so easily it made you grin against his soft lips.

“I thought you mentioned once you were…very dominant, hm?”, you smirked when his blush reappeared and he shrugged. “I may have…lied a bit about that…” Once again you chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips before letting go of his face.

You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, “now, now…because you lied to me before I won’t fuck you tonight…but I’ll allow you to show me how you’d do it if you could. Go get your fleshlight-and don’t try denying you don’t have one”, he swallowed, slowly standing up, his pants still tented and painfully tight looking.

“How do you know I have one?” he asked, slightly embarrassed, making you laugh out loud. “Sweetheart, you left it in the bathroom before one of your extra long showers so…I knew it for quite some time. Now go get it or I won’t even let you fuck that fake pussy either”, with that he quickly left to go to his room.

A sigh left your lips as you waited for him. You’d never imagine this would happen. It was…like a dream coming true.

“I also took lube, but you didn’t say anything about it so I hope you’re not mad-“ “sweetheart of course not. You’re my good boy for thinking about it. Very good. Now come here”, you watched Jake sitting down where he sat before, some sweat has formed along his temple, even though you hadn’t started doing anything yet, “are you nervous?”

Jake breathed out loudly, nodding. “A bit, yeah…I never thought this would happen, you know….and now you’ll see me naked and…I’m nervous you won’t like…me…or little Jake-“ at that a loud ungraceful snort escaped you as you laughed. “Im nervous too. But I’m sure I’ll love every inch of your body, especially litttle Jake”, you grinned, placing your hands onto his knees.

“Now strip for mommy”, jakes breath hitched at that and he nearly ripped his hoodie in the hurry he was trying to take it off. Before you could even blink he was left in just his boxershorts, a wet spot where his tip was, but he seemed not as hard as he had been before. You definitely had to take care of that.

Your hands slowly brushed along Jakes thighs, his muscles twitched lightly, the same with his cock. “Come on sweetheart, show mommy what you’re hiding”, you smirked, watching as he slowly pushed down his underwear, his cock immediately springing free.

Before you could even say something Jake started rambling. “You have to know I’m a grower-its usually bigger, I’m just nervous so-“ “you’re bigger than that? Oh well, I think I won the jackpot”, you grinned teasingly, even though you really had to hide your surprise at his size. You definitely hadn’t expected him to be this big, definitely at least six inches, uncut thick and vainy. Just…fucking perfect. And hed be even bigger?

If you could you’d just wrap your lips around him and suck off, but not tonight. Tonight you had other plans. “You’re fucking gorgeous. The best cock I’ve ever seen”, you saw how a blush crept along his torso up to his cheeks, making you chuckle. How cute he looked like that.

“Show mommy how big you can get”, you watched as some more pre cum leaked from his slit at your words, while he slowly wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked his length. You could feel your cunt throb at the sight, but tonight wasn’t about you and you knew you’d have to ignore your needs for now.

Quiet gasps filled the ear as Jake pumped his cock, teasing himself a bit as he looked back at you for next instructions. “Keep going sweetheart, add some more lube”, he did as told, his strokes quickening a bit more, the gasps turning into quiet moans.

“So pretty when you make yourself feel good”, you whispered, slowly sitting back and spreading your legs. His gaze immediately fell to your panties, a wet spot where your slit was form how turned on and wet you were. “Now take your toy and show me how you fuck it. Show mommy how you play with this fake cunt”, you whispered, slightly teasingly but also demanding.

As soon as he let the fleshlight swallow his cock his expression changed, his brows furrowed and his lips parted slightly. “I-I won’t last long. I can feel it already, mommy”, he whispered barely audible, not moving yet. You chuckled at his words, watching how his whole body trembled. God, If a toy could make his shake like that, how would he look like if you’d take care of him?

“You have to, sweetheart. A good boy like you wouldn’t come without permission, right?”, a whine escaped his lips while he nodded slowly, “y-yeah. I’ll ask mommy for permission-“ “then you also should know not to stop playing with yourself when I don’t say so.”

Jake breathed as calmly as possible as he slowly started moving his hand again, the fleshlight making a squelsching sound from the lube and precum. He definitely seemed to be having difficulties and was concentrating on not coming. And since you were in a rather mean mood you’ve decided to make it even harder for him. And also have some fun for yourself.

“Now look at me, baby.” He looked back at you, swallowing hard and watching as you slowly pushed your panties to the side, showing off your wet folds to him. “See what you do to me? See how wet I am…it’s all because of you”, you whispered, your fingers parting your folds and brushing along your slit, coating your fingers with your own juices.

“I can’t wait to finally feel you inside me. I know you’ll feel amazing, brushing along all the sweet spots, hm? Show me how you’d fuck me, fuck your pathetic little toy like it’s my cunt”, his hand movement fastened a bit, as he gasp quietly, his hips moving against his hand. “Please mommy-make yourself feel good. I wanna see you come, please-“, he gasped inbetween moans as his hand movement quickened even more, definitely chasing his peak.

You bit your bottom lip, “sure thing, if that’s what you want sweetheart. How could I say no to such a good boy like you?”, you whispered, your fingers brushing up to your clit, but then dipping into your pussy, the squelch being similar to the sound his toy was making. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this wet for a man.

“is that how you would fuck me hmm? Feel my pussy squeezing your dick?”, you whispered as you noticed how his grip around the silicone toy tightened. He nodded again, his gaze glued to your cunt as you fucked yourself with two fingers. “Mommy please-I-I can’t. I can’t hold it longer, please let me come, please”, he moaned. You could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold it back any longer so you decided not to torture him any longer.

“Yes sweetheart, come for mommy. Fill mommys pussy with your cum”, your words were all he needed to release his load in the toy, his mouth open in a silent moan, eyes closed and still panting as his whole body tensed, his thighs trembling and shaking.

Seeing him in such a state was the best sight you could imagine. You’d love to take a picture and frame it…and maybe at some point he’d allow you to do so.

It took some light circles around your clit for you to finally reach your own high, making you gasp his name quietly. Hearing this jake immediately watched you again, hitting his bottom lip and slowly moving the flesh ligh a bit, even though he felt overstimulated.

After coming down you looked back at Jake, both of you grinning like idiots. “I think I need a shower…”, you whispered, standing up. Jake took in the view once again, how tall you were now standing up in those high boots.

You smirked at him, before leaving the living room.

“And you’re joining me.”

The following sounds of pants shuffling, a curse and something falling made you chuckle at Jakes eagerness while you imagined how he probably stumbled over his own pants.

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cherryc1nnam0n · 6 months

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Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

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partywithoutsmiling · 9 days

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Here's a fun idea you said that if he wanted to branch could make his own tribe. well what if he did, where do you think the tribe would live? I'm thinking something like the lash caves from minecraft because underground, and what if that was hundreds of years ago? What do you think folk trolls would evolve to look like? What about their culture? Would the leader position be passed down through bloodline or successes? What would their leader even be called? I feel like it has to be chief. Aaaahahahhah this ideas so funnnnn

Hi!

Sorry for late answer, I had a late shift at work, and that didn't leave me with much energy to do anything but have midnight dinner and then sleep XD

The thing about Branch, and his Folk String- yes, he could form his own Tribe and his own genre of music, but I am unsure if he would. Not at least while he travels, and while the events of the first and second movie are taking place.

First it comes down to the fact that he has no idea that the Strings exists and what they even are- and that knowledge would probably change somewhere around when World Tour happens. Even as he travels through the other territories, the topic of Strings just... doesn't come up, so he has no idea what power he holds in his hands (paws XD).

He also just still feels very connected to his own Tribe, no matter how badly they treated him. Especially after he realizes that Poppy actually missed him and was devastated to see him gone. (And sorry to say but my Branch will always be a bit of a simp for her, he is a lost cause in that)

BUT, all that said, entertaining the possibility of him forming his own Tribe...

Him straying underground once more would be very in character- especially as apparently Rock Trolls are subterranean people, in that most of their dwellings are underground and I do headcanon Branch as having a rock troll blood. So he would have never felt comfortable high in the trees like a full blood Pop Troll, but he also wouldnt want to be without any access to sunlight or plantlife.

The Lush Caves are a good idea certainly- and I raise you the possibility of their dwelling be more like the Hidden World from HTTYD XD

Not to the full fantastical extent as in the movies- but with the definition on whimsy and calm, some bioluminescence and giant crystals would be a great conversation piece XD

Chief being the title of the leader also fits- that, or more specifically Chieftain. Branch definitelly doesnt think of himself as coming from line of kings and queens (He is wrong about that in my headcanon buuut that's for another post XD), and so he would never think to use those titles. I think the position would be hereditary- but definitelly not going to the 'firstborn of the firstborn', but based on suitability. Culturaly, I think that would also be most familiar to any troll who who migrates from the large Tribes, where the leadership is definitelly a hereditary position (I think even Country Trolls, despite the Fandom calling Delta Dawn a mayor, do regard her as their queen).

Now for the fun part, the physical changes XD

Honestly that by itself requires a whole another post, since this need to encompass all of the Trolls tribe by tribe, but let me sum it up based on the Major Genres:

Pop: - Colourful little menaces as we know them from the movies XD - Largely arboreal- that means long tails that compensates for balance, and paws with retractable claws used for gripping onto tree bark - All trolls- apart from Classical and Techno- are in possession of fur, or (as one AO3 fanfic writer called it) in possession of 'flocking' XD - Pop Trolls grow thicker pelt in winter and shed it with the coming summer- but in general, it still grows rather fast for some so those trolls took to shaving it down to keep it need (Poppy is one such with unlucky ancient genes when it comes to that) - Before they evolved to use their Hair to the exten they do now, they largely counted on their own agility and ability to jump from branch to branch, and chipped away burrows into the trees - so powerful leg and arm muscles, and comparativelly amazing strenght for beings so small -They definitelly used to be taller than any non-funk trolls, slightly shorter than Biggie, but with the Pop String creation, their hair abilities and the selective survival of the smallest (after all, smaller trolls hid from Bergens' better), they've been getting on average shorter - They do have small hint of fangs, but are largely leaning towards non-meaty diet, though still very much omnivorous

Country: - Centaur-ish; I know movie depicted them with horse bodies, but I headcanon them more in the way unicorns are in old medieval illustrations, ie Artiodactyls - Long tail hair, almost as luscious as their own hair - Pointier ears, clear fangs on top of their large front teeth (since meat seems to be large part of their diet), but not really paws and claws; I would say they are the most carnivorous of all the trolls, raising livestock both for milk but specifically for meat - (diving into the territory of evolution, if they were hunters of prey, they probably chased them and kicked them to death XD) - All in all, not that different from how movie showed them

Classical: - More fairy-like/Hummingbird-like than in the movies - Definitelly still smaller and glittery, but with the idea their skin is not actually glitter like with Glitter Trolls, but either some kind of scale like feathers, or more durable version of the scales like butterflies have on their wings -Two pairs of wings instead of one, and definitelly beating faster to keep them up in the air - No tail- a rarity out of all the Trolls- and their hair is more like bird feathers/crest, in that it can puff up or lay flatter depending on situation - Most likely nectarivous and herbivorous? Making something like 'honey' from their farming efforts XD - The gemstone in their belly is an accessory and not something they all grow naturally- meant to show the troll is grown and ready to join the Orchestra XD

Techno: - Not much to change there- I just imagine their neon and digital looks came much later after decades/centuries being influenced by their string, they used look a little bit down to earth before that - Omnivorous, with crustaceans and molluscs making up for the majority of their animal protein- and probably necessary source of compound their bodies need to be bioluminescent

Rock: - Being looks wise the most similar to Pop Trolls, there was probably some speculation they both came from the very first same ancestor- before the Strings were created - Their flocking/fur is thinner and sleeker, and they don't grow a thick undercoat in winter, but similar to Pop trolls they have paws with claws- only theirs are not retractable - Their tail is also shorter and not as luscious in fur, used more for display than for balancing - Pointier ears for sure, more visible fangs; as mentioned, I think they are supposed to be subterranean? So most of their dwellings is underground- probably to avoid the volcanic ash on top- but I imagine living so close to the sea, they are largely focused on fishing (their angler ships suggests that they have no issue going underwater), probably hunting whatever critter lives in the cavern bellow, and maybe they are using the advantage of volcanic soil to grow some hardier crops? - Living underground with no direct sunlight for days probably gave them killer nightvision while their colours dulled to make hiding in the caves easier

That said, Branch is half and half. Despite his ear deformity, I would imagine they would always be a little pointier than on any other Pop Troll, and he cannot retract his claws (and thus took to filing them down to keep them blunt for safety sake- still sharp enough to help him climb, not sharp enough to hurt) Even if he grew up with his true colours, I'd imagine they would dull as he grew older, going vibrant only if he indulged in the poppiest of songs (or if he performed on stage) He has the tail and the luscious tail-hair of a Pop troll, but his flocking never grows a thick undercoat so he is almost always chilled to the bone in winter, forced to wear padded clothing to keep warm

With the Folk String coming from him, and representing him.... I imagine some of these things would change He'd grow hardier- more temperature tolerant at least- and similar to Rock Trolls, his night vision would grow better. Would any potential Folk Trolls change the same? Maybe? Perhaps more bioluminesce similar to that of Techno Trolls, while their general basic colouring grows more grounded- more into muted pastels and leaning towards greens/aquamarine tones

Culture is hard to pinpoint, as it would be evolving from various established cultures of all the other Major and Minor tribes; who knows what hodge podge it would end up as XD

My mind is full of various headcanons pft- ones that are blanket for all my AUs and ones that are just part of that one specific one- so be on lookout for more regarding that

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fandom #trolls branch #wanderer!branch au #ask

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wormsin · 2 months

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at what point did dick’s fatass become a meme, was there a specific issue that drew his ass huge that tipped the iceberg?

ok, I love that at least one person out there thinks that I am an authority on this topic.

no, there was not one issue that drew his ass so incredibly that it suddenly became iconic. over the years, Dick grew up from being a platonic boy hero to a sexual adult, then sex isol, then bearer of an (at times) voluptuous ass. this video has a good recap!

(sidebar—I need to make a correction to the video, which is a bit of misinformation I see floating around all the time, which is the idea that Devon Grayson did not admit or know that what she wrote in Nightwing #93 was sexual assault. she just didn't call it rape at the time, but said it was nonconsensual, and depicted it as sexually traumatizing for Dick. 2004)

ANYWAY,

I would say his fat ass became a meme recently. and. gonna be honest with you. except for a few depictions, it is not that big of an ass. he is way too skinny to have a truly fat ass. It's still nice! but let's not kid ourselves.

last year, the Harley Quinn tv show changed Dick's model to have a larger ass for an important plot point. which is how we got... the ass casket. cassket.

2022, Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour #3.

Nicola Scott's tribute cover, 2019. this kind of went viral and likely solidified the fanon-turned-canon that Dick has a great ass.

in Grayson #6, 2015, Midnighter recognized Dick by his ass.

ah, gay rights have come so far.

I won't get into the whole history of Dick Grayson being sexualized in general because that is a huge, huge topic. he's been sexualized since the NTT at least, and superheroes in general are a site of body image politic, bla bla. so I'm sticking to his butt in particular.

around this time, some DC writers and artists are purposefully trying to make Dick's ass prominent on the page. or at least Simone is. "I am writing it, of course there’s Nightwing ass!" Gail Simone, 2014, referring to Nighting/Oracle convergence. did the comic deliver on the ass? sadly no.

a little earlier, Nightwing (2011) #40, from 2013, has a some notable art. I've seen lots of people reference it as some kind of "female gaze" thing, which. I get what that's trying to say but you can't just invert the theory of the male gaze. sorry.

so I think it was the mid 2010s where this idea that he has a great ass starts to influence canon writers and artists, which reached a boiling point 2019 and 20s. now, artists had drawn Dick in a sexual manner before, and had drawn him with a gorgeous ass. I think it's both fan culture and some work of inspired artists that got us to this point of having a canon history of Nightwing Ass. its also important to note that in the later 2010's, the idealized body included a fat ass, which was really not the case in, say, the 90s.

if anyone has earlier issues or instances of Dick Grayson ass-centrism, please send it my way. I've only read like. a quarter of all of Dick Grayson's appearances lol.

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iloveyou-writers · 2 months

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Hi! I'm sorry this ended up longer than I intended to. I really needed to let it out, and I hope you can share some wisdom with me.

I am feeling hopeless about my writing today. Lately I've been fighting with thoughts about how I'm not getting better, and some jealousy completely pushed me to the edge.

For the past couple of months, I've been working on one of the biggest fanfic projects of mine. Normally I don't read on a fandom if I'm actively working for it, exactly because then I compare my writing to others', but since this is taking more time than my other stuff, I allowed myself to take a look today. I immediately found a story that I haven't seen before, and I was exited the whole time! It was great, and have me so much joy.

At first I was full of admiration towards the writer, and inspired to continue woekint on my own story. It was one of the best things I've ever read, and I immediately sat down to write a comment. Then something clicked. My story can't compare to this. The topics are so much different, but the way they write the characters, dialogues, everything, it's so much better.

I tried to tell myself I'm going to get better, but I just hate that despite having great ideas, the finished work will never live up to stories such as the one I read today. Because even though I know I've gotten better in the many years I've been writing, I never had any work I'm proud of, or one that fit the idea I started with. That what makes me feel the most hopeless.

This broke my heart, so I don't want to ignore it, even though I'm "technically" retired from tumblr.

I do want to offer my utmost respect to you for giving yourself boundaries due to knowing yourself well enough to acknowledge that you have an issue with envy.

It is so healthy that you try to work with what you know your attitude tends to be and that you set a boundary for yourself not to read fanfic while you're writing. It isn't that you're not allowed to ever read it, but while you're writing in the fandom. That's great. That's wonderful. I'm proud of you for that.

It can be really easy to fall into the hole of "I'm never going to be good enough." You read something and you can be so amazed by others. I'll bet, though, that if you wrote the exact story you just read, you would likely feel differently about it. Why? Because we artists are HARD on ourselves. It really is true when they say that artists are our own worst critics. We judge every word, every movement our characters make. Why? Because we know the story we're trying to tell. We know what we envisioned when we started typing.

To us, we're comparing our writing to what we wanted it to be.

Readers? Yeah, they can have expectations or hopes for writing, but they ultimately didn't know what we were envisioning while we wrote it. They only know what they read. So they see it with fresh eyes and they see it for what it is, not for what it was supposed to be.

So it's really easy for readers to see the amazing aspects of a writer's work when a writer might only see what they did wrong or what they had to change in order to make the story work.

It's still the same incredible piece. It's still wonderful and I'll bet you're a much better writer than you feel like you are. 💗🫂

Maybe take a step back. Maybe take a few days off, so that the feeling of being "worse" isn't so fresh. Maybe do something else or work on a totally different story. Busy your mind so it isn't focused on what you feel you're not doing right.

No one's perfect. I guarantee the writer that made the story you read is nitpicking the things they wish they didn't have to change or that they feel they could have worded better.

So cut yourself slack. Remember to love your writing, to love where you're at. Writing is a journey. It isn't about getting to the destination. It's about enjoying the ride there. :) You'll get there, just remember to appreciate your writing for what it is now. And one day, you'll be where you want to be. Just keep working at it and loving yourself and your work.

Thank you for reaching out and I really, really hope you find comfort in this response.

Happy writing, my dear nonnie. 💗 I'm wishing nothing but happiness and pride in your work.

~Hannah

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toburnup · 1 year

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Is there a way you personally think people should support your fics?

Whenever I write I’ve always been a ‘I’m grateful someone read it even if they didn’t enjoy it’ type of person but recently I’ve seen a lot (like seriously a lot) of people saying, if you don’t comment on fics (on ao3) you aren’t supporting them or the creator. I know I don’t feel that way about what I write because I’m not really a good writer and I’m just happy if one person likes it because that means someone took time out of their day to read but now I think maybe I’m an asshole for not like commenting on everyone’s fics?

You’re like the best writer of fics imo so I’m wondering how you feel about all of it? And I’m sorry that I haven’t left any comments on your work if that’s truly the correct way to support!

well. this has been a topic of conversation for a long time, and everyone will have a different take on this, but here's mine.

the downside to reading without commenting is that hits on their own.... don't really mean anything. hits just mean someone opened it, it doesn't even mean that they read it. i've opened lots of fics, started reading, found out it wasn't for me and closed it. it still registers my hit. kudos means they technically scrolled to the end of the page and clicked a button. they're nice, but i consider kudos w/o a comment to be the equivalent of "i didn't hate it" (i'm sure many would disagree, but this is my take!)

so, yes, i'm a firm believer in leaving comments. i will always comment on a fic when i read it, because if i had 5-10 minutes to read a fic, i have 30 seconds to write a quick comment. if i had an hour to read a fic, i have 5 minutes to write a longer comment. but i have the same mentality for eating out - i only go out to eat when i have the $ to leave a tip.

obviously, there are some fics where i end up leaving much longer comments, but i build that into my reading time (so if i'm about to read a friends fic where i know i'm gonna Ramble, i hold off until i have adequate time). does that mean i sometimes don't get to fics right away? yes. but for my own sake, i'd rather read it and write a comment while it's fresh.

i don't think you're an asshole lol, but i think you're kind of devaluing comments. and devaluing your effort as a writer! you're putting hours of free work into something they enjoyed, i don't think it's too much for you to ask for people who engage w/ your work to leave a comment.

the biggest pushback i see from people who don't comment is that it takes a long time, or that they don't know what to say. and to that, i say: i have people who simply leave a 💕 in a comment and that's enough. it still tells me way more than a lone kudos. and the people who put the time into leaving longer comments are just my heroes. the backbone of fandom, imo (my repeat essay commenters are like.... truly amazing, amazing people).

confession, i used to be a kudos-no-comment reader. i still remember the first comment i left as an adult (this was a few years ago) - it was on a WIP that hadn't been updated in ? a couple months, and i was like. i NEED to tell this person how much i loved this. and i felt stupid as hell writing the comment, but i powered through out of sheer stubbornness. and the author replied, and they said something like "i've been struggling writing the next chapter, and this helped!" and then they fucking updated the fic like 2 days later 😭😭 it changed me, i swear. so, with that...

comments are especially important for ongoing fics, because people will only leave a kudos once. that ratio of hits:kudos:comments can mess with the author (like 1000 hits, 100 kudos, and 10 comments is significant!). that's why i'm (now) a big believer in reading WIPs and supporting them along the way, it's disheartening to see the hits go up and nothing else.

i'm very grateful for the amount of comments i get! i think i'm really lucky in this way. occasionally i'll get a comment from someone who tells me they've never commented on any fic before, and like!! yay! the first one is toughest, but it only gets easier after that.

another important aspect of comments is it builds relationship between the reader and writer. i love seeing familiar usernames and icons, and i notice when people haven't commented in a while and it always makes me happy when they pop up again. i also really like replying to comments. it takes... multiple hours but it's my favourite part of the process second to writing the fic itself. i also occasionally will poke around on someone's profile and if they've written a fic, i'll give it a read. it's a good way to make new friends.

anyway. i'm not saying all this to tell you to comment on my fics, but more to gently encourage you to reframe how you think about comments in general. it's like... why we clap at the end of concerts. just because we're in the room doesn't mean we enjoyed the show, so we do things like cheer! clap! scream! we make our opinion heard.

comments are like clapping 💙 it's free to do, and shows our appreciation. why wouldn't we do that?

#long post #on fanfiction #vio answers #thank you for asking!#ao3 #comments are like reblogging on tumblr #(altho rb'ing is easier)#it's simple and free!! just do it

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What do you think of the new episode of Helluva?

amazing timing! I just got off a discord call about this topic

And jeez.. this is gonna be a rant, prolly not what you were expecting from an ask about the new episode but.. yk.. I'm sorry this wasn't more positive than you probably wanted, But I don't want to lie and I have a lot to get off my chest

If you enjoy Helluva boss then please, You do what you do and enjoy what you want to. And I'm happy it can bring you joy, Don't let me prevent you from loving something you love <3

...

So first of all, I bloody hate Helluva boss. I know I've written for it and still write for it but OMG I just don't like it at all and the direction its gone.

Like season one is good, I like it. Its amazing season to start off a seemingly good show with a lot of potential.

The villains are threatening and are set up to become major plot points. Verosika, Striker, The cherubs (which admittedly were the weakest out of the trio, But hey, you can't be perfect)

The conflicts are being set, Aka stolas and Blitzo's toxic relationship and it's struggles. It's got potential for a lot of nuance and oppertunities to explore gay relationships in a more abusive light and I can appreciate that a lot.

Characters arcs have been put into motion with Moxxies inferiority, Blitzo's need for validation and the star prophecy going on with stolas and his daughter.

The animation, The music and the voice acting are all on point with such high profile actors. Ahem ahem.. INVADER ZIM AND BEETLEJUICE!!

It was amazing, A major accomplishment for indie animation and the trailblazer that aet off the youtube animation reinessance.

But then season two comes along.

Right off the bat with the circus its suddenly revealed that stolas and blitzo knew each other from childhood.

This is confusing. Stolas and blitzo knowing each other starts to change their relationship from the toxic transactional it was suppose to explore into a more

This episode could've been great, If it was stella and not blitz. This episode could've explored the begginings of their relationship (platonic)

It was stated by octavia that they at one point liked each other then degraded. This episode couldve shown that and given stella some actual development.

Now throughout the season more issues become prevelant..

The villains that were threatening before have become nothing more than cannon fodder. A monster of the week, If you will. Striker and crimson (we're not gonna get into that episode) were easily defeated by blitz and fizzaroli (ILL GET ONTO HIM) making fun of them and removing all their threatening aura.

Verosika is gone, She might return, Idk tho. The cherubs we'e heard nothing from either. And do NOT get me started on the new villains. (The agents, Crimson, Andrealphus)

The women in helluva are EXTREMELY underdeveloped. There are no girls that stand on their own, Just another limb for the male characters to further their own arcs (Millie is just Moxxies concious, Octavia is just Stolas' reason for staying and Loona is just there tobexplore Blitzo's abandonment issues

Millie especially. The only episode she got out of two seasons is unhappy campers. And even then she had to be a boy to get the praise, It feels like the writers were self aware at that poimt.

Her only personality is violence and moxxie, Thats it.

(I have a lot more to say about Helluva boss, Such as the awful story. The woobification of stolas and Blitzo. The humour. The gay overglorification. Fizzaroli and Asmodeus. The rushed pacing and the non-existant set up)

The newest episode I genuinley disliked, One of my least favourite in the season.

I feel like this was the writers grasping at straws. To make a story and an arc, You've got to set it up.

We had no idea that Fizzaroli was connected to Mammon in any way, We had no hints or suggestion that he was. Nor did we have any hints of his underlying arc about wanting to be free.

For instance this can be done through dialogue or the characters body language. We got none of this and instead this was just pulled out of the writers asses.

I dont care for fizzaroli, I hate him apart from his voice actor. To me, He's boring and just a recoloured blitz.

The whole episode was the setup and the solution. This should not of been the case, This was rushed and this episode should of been the solution of the hinted issue in previous episodes like the one where they got kidnapped.

(That was a great chance to talk about being free, Since yk, They were in a cage and it would of prompted a deeper conversation)

It feels like a reheated angel dust and valentino but platonic im ngl. Besides, Fizz and ozzie's relationship is just not good.

Its too sickly sweet. Im not saying it has to all be angst but a spat or an arguement to prompt the episode wouldve been good you know? All healthy relationships have their rocky parts and it wouldve been nice to see here.

Asmodeus and Mammon just dont seem threatening for demon kings? They take insults and jabs that really degrade their intimidation for the audience yk?

The whole episode boils down to "clown twink gets abused by capitalism"

Overall I ranted too long about this animated show. The episode was not good and the future for this series is looking bleak.

This was a really shallow examination of helluva boss. Im writing this in bed so i dont have time to go deeper into the story structure and concepts portrayed in there

I fucking love mammon tho, He's my husband, Please request him.

-Trancy M. Lovecraft

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Brace yourselves, folks… We’re about to enter the dark, dreary and sometimes disturbing world which is Thomas Astruc on Twitter. 😧

Those possessed of a weak disposition, prone to nausea or an complete intolerance to utter bullshit may want to turn back now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (but still leave me a ‘like’, if you’re feeling generous 🙏)

Anyway, what ‘delights’ has this stand-up guy, this pioneer of mediocre cartooning, this dude on the cusp of arguing with little kids on Twitter been sharing with us, the great unwashed, at this present time? Let’s run through a brief checklist of the ‘highlights’, shall we?

*Telling people the upcoming Miraculous movie is what the fans ‘want’ but the show is what we ‘need’ (whatever THAT means, typically modest reaction from the epitome of humbleness himself).

*Saying that anyone who DARES criticise the show should ‘keep it to themselves’ or they’ll be ‘blocked for spreading negativity about the artists’ (dude thinks he can police Twitter… good luck with that!)

*Informing fanfiction writers that their work is ‘pointless’ and the only people who know what they’re doing are him and his team (If you mean ‘How To Destroy A Franchise In Five Easy Seasons… I guess he’s right)

But his favorite topic (seriously, check out his replies… we’re talking more than 50% here) concerns a fictional teenage girl he constantly decries but can’t seem to get enough of moaning about. It is of course… oh let’s face it. You know the answer to that one already. ROLL THE TWEETS!!

Yep, you guessed it. Apart from the OP being uncommonly accurate in their opinion, now apparently ‘Chloe’ has become The Not-So-Great Bearded One’s new insult of choice for anyone who dislikes what’s been done to the show. Poor ‘Karen’ never stood a chance… 😢

What a mature, grown-up type chap he is! I have no idea why he’s no longer referred to as ‘Hawk Daddy’ in polite circles, and instead called ‘Man Baby’. Just look at him, REALLY giving it a bunch of teens on Twitter who DARE imply his show is nothing but da best! You go, Thomas! Go change your dirty diaper, that is. 🤢

So, abandoning all her subtleties and nuance , reducing her to a shrieking monster and choosing to actively give characters who have arguably done FAR WORSE throughout the series much better endings means they ‘wrote it well’? Gosh, maybe getting an F in English stands for ‘Fabulous’ after all!

Guess in Thomas’s somewhat warped worldview, everyone who doesn’t like 💯 of his show from top to bottom should be placed on a plane with their main abuser to be forcibly deported and probably tortured for the rest of their sorry lives. That’ll teach them!

And who cares about stupid stuff like ‘build-up’ or ‘character-development’ if they genuinely were preparing Chloe for… what was that thing he described it as again… a ‘damnation’ arc? Let’s just flip a switch at the end of S3 to turn her into a pathetic caricature of her worst excesses without explanation, then introduce a ‘perfect’ sister out of nowhere to throw all those undesirable traits into sharp relief! And that’s not even getting into that detestable retconning flashback episode… What an absolutely fantastic idea to make everyone hate her as much as Thomas does!

No-one will notice the sudden incongruity here… after all, the average age of their audience is 5-8 so if they just throw excrement like crazed baboons about Chloe at the young audience time and time again caveman-style CHLOE: BAD. EVERYONE ELSE: GOOD the kids will chow it up like cheap chocolate ice cream! The older ones that do kick up a fuss? Who gives a ****. They don’t buy the merchandise, and where would all those hard-working producers if it wasn’t for all that cheap plastic crap?

With considerably less cars, swimming pools and exotic holidays to hard-to-pronounce destinations, that’s where! Let’s keep that bandwagon of shit a-rollin’… 🤑

Ah, now I believe this is that classic tactic otherwise known as ‘gaslighting’. When you say something as a fact over and over again, when the opposite is clearly true. Those of lesser willpower may start to accept it as reality while others (mostly those with functioning eyes, ears and brains)… won’t.

You know who was also good at that gaslighting thing, don’t you? A few clues… A Former (thank God) President? Very orange? Initials DT? Yep, that guy.

…And coincidentally, someone Thomas has been known to compare Chloe (14 year old girl, let’s not forget) to regularly. I mean, with THAT kind of accolade hanging over her head from the guy who created her, how could she ever fail?

See? What a great influence he is on the young too! Now he’s got his own handpicked gang of sycophants out of the street labelling anyone with the slightest complaint from a)pointing out the animation was slightly better last season or b)saying they miss the old transformation sequences as a ‘Chloe’. I think we’ve found his new favorite insult, and it’s the worst word he can possibly think of. Figures.

I bet he’s putting together a petition as we speak, for an official entry into the dictionary. Fortunately, there’s already one for ‘Thomas’, as in ‘Doubting Thomas’… someone who talks so much nonsense you should disbelieve anything they say. Or Thomas The Tank Engine, because whenever you mention a certain Blonde’s name in his presence, he tends to blow steam, look very heated and… you get the picture. 😆

On top of everything else, now he’s issuing threats. I have to hand it to him though… that’s a pretty good one. NO PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY MY LIFE I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FOOT RUB A BACK RUB AND LEARN TO LOVE ZOE ANYTHING BUT THAT NNNNNNOOOOOO….

Seriously guys, we need an immediate intervention. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. I’m about to book an emergency flight to France, to barricade him in his office until he promises to never again even entertain the notion of… this. Who’s with me?

(And incidentally while I’m there, does anyone want me to pick them a souvenir? A beret? Frog legs soup? One of those miniature replicas of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll see what I can do) 😊🇫🇷

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #disney #ml #zag #ml leaks #thomas astruc #aah that felt good

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 24 (Crazy Love)

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Regardless of how much tears Liam shed, tomorrow would still come without change.

The performance period of “Hamlet” went on night after night, it was a hot topic in all of England.

And so, on the day after the final performance — it was exactly one month since I joined Crown.

The end of my job as a “fairytale writer”.

…

The clattering of the keys on my typewriter resonated through my room.

My report was a story of my love and sorrows during the time spent together with Liam.

All the memories were still vivid in my mind, and yet so incredibly endearing.

(... This should be fine. Let’s deliver this report to Victor in the palace.)

…

The palace’s Grim Reaper softened his gemstone-like eyes when he saw me.

Victor: You’re here to submit your report, Miss Kate?

Kate: Yes. This is the report I wrote about my observations of Liam Evans during my time as a fairytale writer.

Kate: However, this report has yet to be concluded.

Victor: … What do you mean?

Kate: Would it be possible for you to allow me to continue working as a fairytale writer?

Victor: Is it because of that boy (Liam)?

Kate: W-When we first met, one of the conditions I had for you was that I’d be allowed to return to my original life.

(That’s why I became a fairytale writer for a month.)

Kate: My current request contradicts the one I made back then, and besides, love is one of the reasons—

Victor: Kate. Love or not, everyone is free to care for one another and I think that's really powerful.

Kate: Victor…

Victor: I’ve concluded that Crown and the cursed people need you.

Victor: And so, I… as well as Her Majesty, would like to make a proposal. Will you stay and continue being our fairytale writer?

(...!)

Kate: Y-Yes, I’d love to. Thank you so much!

Victor: I should be thanking you instead.

Victor: … Well then, let's do this once again. Welcome to “Crown”, the villains' lair.

Victor: Alrighty! That’s enough with the serious talk.

Victor: Goodness, the serious look on your face rubbed off on me.

Kate: S-Sorry…

Victor: Specially for our serious yet lovely Kate, we are having a dinner party tonight!

Victor: Come on, clap. *seal clapping* YAY!

I clapped as told, and cocked my head in puzzlement.

Kate: A… dinner party?

Victor: YES! Think of it as a “please continue to look out for Crown, Kate” dinner party!

Kate: Fufufu, I see. Thank you.

(Hm? Hold on.)

(Does this mean Victor expected that I would stay?)

— As expected of the palace’s Grim Reaper. His abilities shouldn't be underestimated.

Victor: All the members of Crown know about the dinner party, have fun!

Victor: Well then, we must get you ready for the party. — Come on, all of you. Come in.

With a snap of Victor’s fingers, servants came pouring in through the door.

They were carrying loads of dresses, shoes, and jewellery.

Kate: Victor!

Victor: I’ve always wanted to give you a dress, so I bought you everything in a corner of Harrods.

Victor: Ahh, of course, this was all bought using a little pocket money I earned outside my official court duties. You can be rest assured about that.

(... I don’t even know where to start.)

Victor: Alright, Miss Kate. Which dress would you like to wear tonight?

All of the colourful dresses looked amazing to me, however—

(Liam will definitely like whichever dress I choose myself.)

Kate: I’ll choose this dress, then. It's simple, yet beautiful.

Victor: … Ahh, I was also thinking that this dress especially suits you.

The moment I chose a dress, two servants escorted me out of the room; one on either side of me.

Kate: Whoa…!

Victor: Off you go now. See you at tonight’s dinner, Kate.

Victor’s lips formed into a sneaky smile as Kate’s figure disappeared.

Victor: I’m sorry for lying to you, Kate. How very evil of me.

Victor: But that's what makes me a worthy member of Crown. … Ahaha.

…

While Kate was becoming Victor’s plaything, Liam and Harrison were at the train station.

Harrison: — Mission complete.

Liam: …

Harrison: … Hey.

Liam: …

Harrison: Hey, Liam.

Liam: Whoa! Sorry, Harry! I was spacing out while we’re on a mission.

Harrison: It’s fine, we already got the evidence we need about the illegal trades. … You were spacing out because of Kate, weren’t you?

Liam: How did you know?

Harrison: Your face is like an open book, it’d be concerning if I couldn't figure it out.

Harrison: *sigh* Just say it. I’ll listen to you for 5 minutes because that depressed look on your face is annoying.

Liam: … Today is Kate’s last day as a fairytale writer.

Harrison: Ah, yeah. I heard from her that she’s leaving the castle tonight.

Liam: … What?

Liam: Kate is leaving tonight…?

Harrison: Yeah. Victor’s having a dinner party tonight to thank Kate for her efforts or something.

Liam: I- I didn’t know—

Harrison: He hid the truth from you because he didn't know how you would take it, or you might slip into depression.

Harrison: That’s why he told Kate to not tell you until the very last minute. I mean, that’s just my guess.

Liam: That’s not…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Look, Liam. Kate did great. She never once gave up on you, no matter what.

Harrison: She reached out her hand to you like a fool, smiling brightly next to you.

Harrison: But you shouldn't take for granted that she'll forever be with you, you know?

Liam: That’s not what I think at all…!

Harrison: If that's the case—

Harrison: Let me make this clear to you. If you want something, reach out for it yourself. You have the freedom to do so.

Liam: Then…

Liam: … What about Kate’s freedom and happiness?

Liam: Crown isn’t a group of heroes fighting for justice. Will she really be happy in this sort of environment…?

Liam: Besides, Kate used to work at the post office. I’m sure she has friends there.

Liam: Meanwhile, I have nothing. Kate and I are two worlds apart. A-And yet, if I tie her down because of my selfishness—

Harrison: … Hey.

Harrison: Why do you get to decide what’s freedom and happiness for Kate? That’s selfish.

Liam: … What.

Harrison: That girl is no weakling, nor is she an idiot.

Harrison: You should let her listen to your feelings and make the decision herself.

Harrison: You know her character better than anyone else. She’s the woman you’re in love with.

Liam: …

Liam: … Thanks. Thanks, Harry!

Liam: I- I have to get to Kate!

Harrison: Huh? Hey, Liam, wait—

With the agility of a cat, Liam pushed his way through the crowd of people boarding the steam train and ran off.

Harrison: No way, is he leaving me here even though we’re going back to the same place?

Harrison: …

Harrison: … Geez, I’m not used to being this meddlesome.

…

Tonight, the usually quiet Castle seemed more lively.

Kate: Wow…!

(There’s meat, fish, and desserts. What a lavish feast!)

(He even invited a live orchestra…)

While I was admiring the extravagant dishes on the dining table and enjoying the beautiful music in the background, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Ellis: Good evening, Kate. … You look especially beautiful tonight.

Elbert: … Al. Does Kate look beautiful tonight?

Alfons: You’re asking that at this time in front of the lady, very unromantic.

Alfons: I believe it's a tie this time.

Elbert: A tie. … That’s too difficult.

Jude: Why are the servants here? They must've mistaken this place for their living quarters.

Kate: I asked Victor to invite all the members of Crown here tonight. Should I not have done that…?

Jude: Are you going to chase them away if I say no? Do whatever you want.

Kate: Okay! Thanks, Jude.

Jude: … Tch, you’re so noisy.

Roger: Haha. You’ve gotten used to dealing with Jude, little lady. Good job.

It now felt rather comforting to see the uniqueness of everyone at Crown.

One month ago, I never would've dared to imagined that such a day would come.

Ellis: Hm?

Ellis: Victor is performing magic tricks by himself, and where are Harrison and Liam…?

William: They went to complete a mission. They should be returning soon.

(... Right.)

(I made the decision of staying and continuing my work as a fairytale writer, without discussing it with Liam.)

(What will Liam think when he hears about my decision? Will he be happy? Or…)

What Liam and I had between us wasn't as simple as like versus dislike.

No matter what Liam felt about me, he would hesitate to reach out for me.

All his life, Liam had been stripped of the right to have a purpose. He was trampled on and had no freedom to be himself.

I knew that Liam would have difficulty reaching for what he truly wanted.

(I don’t want a lot.)

(All I want is to stay by Liam's side, that alone is enough to make me happy.)

My feelings were most definitely not a lie, but there was a certain burning desire in my heart that I couldn't get over.

(I’m fine if it’ll only happen “someday”. It doesn't matter when that “someday” will be.)

(It’d make me so happy if someday, Liam would want me…)

I wanted him to touch my hair, body, and heart as he wished. I wanted him to take all of me.

(I’m being so selfish.)

(Before meeting Liam, I never knew I had this side of me.)

— But there was no going back to how things were before I met Liam.

(I want to see him as soon as possible.)

Elbert: … The song changed.

Roger: It’s time to dance — come, little lady. It’d be a big waste for you to be a wallflower.

Roger: You’ll be my dance partner. … What do you say?

Roger pulled me closer by the waist, taking me by surprise.

(R-Roger?)

And in that instant, someone brushed Roger’s hand off me.

Liam: … *pant*... *pant*...

Liam: … *pant*... Roger, you tried to touch Kate because you heard me coming, didn't you?

Roger: Heh.

Roger: Catch you later, little lady. I feel like getting a beer. Join me, Jude.

Jude: Hah? Why me? Go drink alone if you want, quack.

I knew from the sweet smell of vanilla that it was Liam standing there, panting next to my shoulder.

Our eyes met, and Liam got down on his knees in a captivatingly beautiful way.

Liam: Kate. I’m really, really, sorry for being late.

He held out the bouquet of pink modern roses he hid behind his back.

When I received it, a fresh and sweet scent tickled my nostrils.

Kate: This is…

Liam: All this time, I’ve been thinking a lot about things like your happiness and freedom.

Liam: But the more I thought about it… I realised that, to you, I’ll only be a shadow at your feet.

Kate: L… Liam…

Liam: Shadows never disappear. That’s why, I wanted to just tell you “bye bye, be well”.

(...)

Liam: That really was what I wanted to say. I told myself that I could do it, because acting is what I’m good at.

Liam: But… but…

Liam ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

Liam: But, I’m sorry… I can’t.

Thump. Thump. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest.

(I don’t expect much.)

(Although that was what I’ve been thinking…)

I held my breath and looked into his eyes, not wanting to wait even another second to hear him continue speaking.

Liam: Kate. Back then, I couldn’t take your hand.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: I couldn’t take your hand back then.

Liam: But…

Kate: You don’t have to force yourself to say something. When you’re ready, you can tell me.

Liam: … Tell you?

Kate: Yes. Things like… what’s on your mind, what’s making you happy, or what’s hurting you.

– Flashback End –

(Is he about to tell me what he couldn’t say that night?)

Liam: I couldn’t bring myself to reach for your hand that you so desperately held out to me.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #otome #cybird otome #ikevil main story #liam main story

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