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Best Friend!Ateez and you sharing a bed - Scenario. || OT8.

Summary: Unexpectedly, you're forced to share a bed with your best friend. What will happen when you realize there's so much more than friendship between you?

Pairing: OT8!Ateez (individually) x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive (18+, mdni!!)

Wordcount: 7.1k

Warnings: Dirty thoughts, kissing, alcohol consumption, allusion to sex (yet nothing too explicitly), grinding against each other, mentions of erections and feeling horny

A/N: Hello, I'm back with my first ot8 post! This was requested by @foxinnie8, I really hope you like this <33 I struggled a lot finding a scenario for each of our boys, but it ultimately was a good challenge for me and I enjoyed writing it a lot! Big thank you to my little assistant and bestie @yunho-mp3 for helping me and constantly listening to my rambling, ily!! Please like, comment and reblog and if you want more scenarios go ahead and request! Divider credits to @firefly-graphics!

Taglist: @yunho-mp3, @kyukyustar, @hwapetals, @foxinnie8, @preciouswoozi

Park Seonghwa

With a scream caught in your throat and sweat on your brow,you bolted upright in the bed after another terrifying nightmare. As your heart raced and your breathing quickened, you tried to shake off the remnants of the haunting images that seemed to grip your mind. With trembling hands, you reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and took a long sip, willing yourself to calm down. The dim glow of the moonlight filtering through your curtains illuminated the familiar surroundings of your room, providing some small comfort in the midst of unease. Gradually, as the adrenaline began to dissipate and your body started to relax once more, you determinedly pushed away thoughts of those nightmares.

Hwa, your heart earned.

Let him sleep, your mind screamed instead.

“Fuck it”, you muttered. You needed your best friend, and you needed him now.

With a deep breath, you reluctantly swung your legs over the edge of the bed and padded quietly across the cool floorboards to the door. As you reached for the doorknob, your hand hesitated for a moment before you swallowed your pride and turned it slowly. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, you made your way to your best friend's room, barely making a sound as you navigated through the darkness. When you reached his door, you paused for a moment, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly in an attempt to steady your nerves. Then, with a gentle knock on the door, you whispered his name, still somewhat unwilling to disturb his peaceful slumber but needing his reassuring presence more than anything else at that moment.

And there he laid, the most beautiful man you called your best friend, bare chest barely covered with a blanket, his soft body screaming both comfort and sexiness. As you stood there, unable to think clearly, completely entranced and suddenly very, very aware of how attractive Park Seonghwa really was - not that you didn't know, but goddamn - the man was pulled from his slumber, and he slowly opened his eyes, a mixture of confusion and concern appeared right on his handsome face. As he registered your presence and caught sight of your disheveled appearance, understanding dawned, and he immediately pushed aside the blanket to make room for you.

“Come here, angel”, he softly whispered, his smile reaching his tired eyes.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and all of a sudden, it was too much. Taking a step back, your back hit the door with a harsh thud, and Seonghwa looked more confused than ever.

“I-i can't. I'm sorry, I don't know why I came here, I-I should go-”

Seonghwa sat up quickly, his expression turning from confusion to concern. "No, wait," he insisted gently, reaching out a hand towards you. "You don't have to go. It's okay, I'm here for you." The sincerity in his voice made your heart ache.

How could you tell him that you weren't ashamed of sharing your emotions with him, but scared of what you wanted to do to him right now, while he stood before you, bare chest on full display, in a dark room, just the two of you alone…

Just minutes ago, you were shaken up by a terrible, frightening nightmare, and now, all you wanted was to get your brains blown out by your shy, pretty roommate.

“H-hwa”, you whispered, yet it sounded more like a desperate whimper, a plea for him to take care of you, to take your mind off those terrible scenes from your dream.

And he understood, his cheeks blushing, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he searched your eyes for any sort of doubt, but you knew he'd found none.

“Y/N, we should-”

“-talk, I know, Hwa. Let's talk tomorrow, please. I need you, and I need you now. T-tomorrow we can talk, sort it all out, but now I just… please take care of me, Seonghwa.”

Just seconds later, you laid on his bed, his figure hovering above you. Both of you were breathing heavily, nervous, yet ready for each other, as far as you could tell from his ominous erection pressing against you.

His fingers flirted with the hem of your sweater. “C-can I touch you?”

His voice was hoarse and nervous, and you felt the same way too, so you took his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. You really, really wanted this.

“Yes, Hwa. Anywhere.”

He moved closer, licking the rim of your ear. “Anywhere? Really?"

“Really.”

Twisting your neck, you pulled his mouth to you for a brief, wet kiss, sucking his tongue until his vision turned white around the edges.

You let out a choked sound, and he paused. “Okay?”

“Yes.” Your hips tipped, pressing yourself tighter against his hand. “Please.”

He lifted his head for a moment, raising himself up on his arms enough to make eye contact, and you groaned at the sudden absence of that incredibly talented tongue.

“Everything okay?” His mouth was wet from your kiss, his pupils wide and dark. “If I do something you don’t like, just tell me. Or if you want me to stop-”

“Don't stop, Park Seonghwa”, you moaned, pulling him close to you again,”don't you dare stop tonight. Or ever again.”

Kim Hongjoong

“So… seems like we'll have to share a bed.”

“Well, looks like we don't have much of a choice, huh?” Hongjoong said with a friendly smile, trying to lighten the mood. “I promise I won't hog the blankets. We can just put some pillows between us, I guess. It's just for one night, it'll be fine.”

You tried to play it cool, tried to appear as calm as he was right now, but the idea of sharing a bed with your friend made your cheeks turn a little pink. "Yeah, no worries," you replied, hoping to sound casual. After all, you two were just friends, right?

If only your stupid heart knew that as well.

Today, the two of you went to an art exhibition in another city, a trip you've been excited for awhile now. Hongjoong loved art and fashion and asked you specifically to accompany him and you, of course, did happily without hesitation, deeply enjoying the beautiful art displayed there and his cute rambling about his favorite pieces. It was a delightful evening you two spent together, with lots of banter and laughter.

Well, and then the two of you forgot the time and ended up in the only motel that had a room available. So here you were now, both in your fancy clothes from the exhibition, contemplating the awkward situation of having to share a single bed. It's not exactly the most ideal circumstance, but whatever, you had to live with it now.

You both quickly set up a makeshift barrier with the pillows and after that, you quickly excused yourself to freshen up and headed to the bathroom. As you turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, your heart raced uncontrollably. You desperately tried to focus on the warmth of the water and the smell of the shampoo the motel put there to use, anything to distract you from the fact that you were about to share a bed with Hongjoong.

Once you were done, you dried off and changed into your underwear, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. It's just for one night, you reminded yourself. Sighing, you gathered your courage and made your way back to the room, where the man of your literal dreams awaited you - half naked, just like you were now.

When you entered the room, you knew it was over for you.

There, right before your very own eyes sat the most gorgeous, attractive man you've ever seen, and the sight made you weak in your knees. His hair was a little disheveled, his muscles were beautifully defined and his face - god, these pretty features, those plump lips you've been dreaming about so often and those dark, brown eyes… that were now staring right back at you, catching you drooling over him; the man you called your best friend.

Shit.

As you sat down onto the bed, time seemed to slow down. Every detail of his appearance was etched into your mind as if to be remembered forever. The quickened pace of your heart was evident, and you fumbled for words. Your best friend's presence had transformed into something entirely new, awakening emotions you never knew existed. Caught in a moment of utter disbelief, you grappled with the realization that your feelings for him had veered far from mere friendship. You didn't know when and how, but it was an undeniable fact.

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath, grappling with the tumultuous thoughts racing through your mind.

“What's bothering you?”

Hongjoong's voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and you quickly shook your head, trying to act nonchalant. "Nothing, just tired," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact. It was now or never. You had to push these feelings aside and get through the night without revealing your turmoil. Yet, as you both lay down on the bed, the physical closeness of your bodies only intensified the emotional storm brewing inside of you. The sound of Hongjoong's breathing in the quiet room seemed deafeningly loud, echoing each heartbeat that betrayed the depth of your feelings for him. As much as you wanted sleep to overcome you, it stayed frustratingly out of reach - taunting you with dreams that could never be realized.

And then, Hongjoong shifted closer, so close in fact you could feel his warm breath on your neck and- oh…

Something hard was poking your ass.

You quickly put a hand over your mouth to suppress the moan that almost slipped out, but it was too late.

Hongjoong already knew the effect he had on you.

Slowly, his hands grabbed onto your hips, harshly squeezing the flesh he was finally able to touch, pushing his closed erection even more onto your barely clothed ass, and it made you almost lose your mind.

“J-joongie”, you whimpered, desperate for more, your legs rubbing against each other for some sweet release.

“When you wore that dress today”, your best friend started talking with that sweet, raspy voice of his, his lips biting and kissing your neck up and down, “I thought I was going crazy. Wanted to pull it off you the entire fucking day. And now you're laying here, half naked, fuck, it made me so hard just looking at you.”

His fingers wandered south, hovering over your clothed and wet pussy. You could feel his lips curl into a devilish smirk.

“I know you're wet too, baby. The way you looked at me earlier was all I needed to know, but I still wanna hear you say it, Y/N. Say you want this. Say you want me.”

“P-please, Joongie”, was all you could utter.

He only hummed, and then his fingers introduced you to places best friends should not explore together.

Jeong Yunho

“And remember kids: don't do the naughty here, the walls aren't exactly thin”, your mom teased, laughing as she saw your reddened cheeks and widened eyes. You've never felt more embarrassed and all you wanted at that moment was for the ground to open up and swallow you.

It was your family's yearly skiing trip, something you were not quite fond of - not because you didn't love your family, you did so very much, but because they wouldn't stop their relentless teasing, no matter what. And to be honest, you were sick and tired of it.

When will our Y/N finally get a boyfriend?

Over the years, you started to resent this question more and more. You knew they meant no harm, yet they also wouldn't respect your boundaries and you simply had enough.

So for this year you had a plan: bringing your best friend Jeong Yunho with you, but pretending he was your boyfriend.

At first, it seemed like a great idea. Now… you weren't so sure anymore.

Behind your embarrassed figure, Yunho only laughed as you closed the door and put your head against it, sighing, glad that inappropriate comments like this were finally over - for now, at least.

Yunho, sensing your discomfort, walked over and gave you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. “Hey, don't worry about it”, he said with a gentle smile. “We knew this might happen, right? Remember our plan?” You nodded, recalling the pact you both had made before embarking on this trip: to support each other through the teasing and to act as convincingly as possible in your fake relationship. Taking a deep breath, you tried to shake off the embarrassment and focus on enjoying the vacation with your family and Yunho by your side.

Tomorrow, you could deal with their comments again, as embarrassing as they were. What worried you now was how the hell you'd survive this night with your alleged boyfriend in a bed together.

“Let's go to bed now. After all, we gotta get up early tomorrow right, my girlfriend?”

For the first time that day, your cheeks did not redden out of embarrassment.

As you settled into bed after your nightly skincare routine, you couldn't help but feel the awkwardness in the air. Yunho, ever the gentleman, had given you plenty of space – even suggesting that he could sleep on the floor if it made you more comfortable. However, you insisted that it wasn't necessary, as the whole point of this charade was to make your family believe that you were in a relationship. The two of you lay there in silence for a while, finding solace in the darkness of the room. Eventually, soft laughter from Yunho broke the silence.

“What's so funny?”, you whispered, a pout forming on your face as you turned around, now face to face with your fake boyfriend.

“You just- you just look so stiff”, he chuckled quietly. “I won't bite Y/N. It's just me, remember?”

Yeah, that's the problem you big, idiotic, sweet, attractive man.

Gathering the courage, you slowly breathed in and out, finally relaxing and turned around to face Yunho, letting out a small laugh as well. “I know, I'm sorry. It's just... weird, you know?”

Yunho nodded in understanding, his eyes meeting yours with nothing but warmth and reassurance. As the silence stretched between you two, your heart raced slightly at this newfound closeness in the dimly lit room. So close that you could feel each other's breaths. Mustering up your courage once again, you let out a quiet question that had been lingering in your mind for a while now. “Hey Yunho, do you think our plan is working? Do they actually believe we're together?”

He thought for a moment before giving a small nod. “I think so, and if not, we'll put on a more convincing show tomorrow.” You smiled at his determination and felt your heart swell with gratitude for having such an amazing best friend by your side. Slowly but surely, the awkwardness dissipated as the two of you fell into a gentle conversation laced with laughter and comfort. You talked and talked, like best friends always do, and then after another round of laughter, you felt it for the first time.

The air around you had changed.

Yunho was close, you realized, too close for a man you only considered a friend. And you… didn't mind at all.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your lips before returning to meet your gaze. A sudden surge of emotions flooded through you, making it difficult to think straight or remember the original plan. As if reading your mind, Yunho hesitated for a moment before gently taking one of your hands into his, intertwining your fingers. His touch sent a shiver down to your spine, and the anticipation of what could happen next hung heavily in the air. It was then that you realized that maybe, just maybe, this fake relationship wasn't so fake for either of you anymore.

You couldn't deny the chemistry and sparks that seemed to grow with each passing day, and now as you laid there - breathless and close - it became evident that whatever was happening between the two of you was true and real. With a deep breath, Yunho broke the silence once more, murmuring softly, “Y/N… can we talk about this?”

It wasn't just a question; it was an invitation to confront what had been lurking beneath the surface all along - feelings both exciting and terrifying that threatened to topple the carefully built charade neither of you could maintain any longer. And as you swallowed hard, preparing yourself for what may lie ahead, you knew one thing for certain: things between you and Yunho would never be quite the same again.

And that's exactly what you wanted; you wanted Jeong Yunho, now.

“What would you do when I said that I really, really need you right now Yuyu?”, you whispered, your hands finding their way into his soft looks.

Yunho’s eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, yet he found his composure rather quickly, a smirk now adorning his features.

“I'd say we'd have to be very, very quiet, baby girl.”

Kang Yeosang

There was a reason you've never gone camping before, and it was a very simple one: you were utterly scared, no, terrified of every sound coming from outside your tent.

You promised Yeosang to be a big girl and survive a night alone in order for him to be comfortable - he apparently wasn't a big fan of sharing tents with anyone, at least his friend Wooyoung said so - but now, after a few hours of laying wide awake and hyper aware of everything happening outside you were not so sure anymore. You were a scared cat, and you should've admitted that sooner.

As you laid there, trembling at every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs, you started questioning your decision to accompany Yeosang on this camping trip. You knew how important it was for him to explore nature together with you and his other friends, a group of young men you met for the first time today, and reconnect with the great outdoors; he constantly raved about the serenity and peacefulness that came with it. Desperate to impress him and strengthen your bond, you reluctantly agreed to face your fears head-on. Now, staring into the darkness that enveloped your cramped tent, you regretted not voicing your concerns earlier. As the night wore on, each eerie noise amplified your fear and apprehension.

Unable to bear the mounting solitude any longer, you took a deep breath and mustered the courage to unzip your tent. Peering outside cautiously in search of Yeosang's tent, you decided that maybe braving the night with someone wasn't such a bad idea after all.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you cautiously stepped out of your tent, the cold night air sending a shiver down your spine. The moonlight filtered through the dense tree canopy, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. As you tiptoed across the campsite, clutching your flashlight for dear life, you strained your ears to listen for any sign that the others were awake. Approaching Yeosang's tent, you hesitated for a moment, your fear battling against your desire not to seem clingy or needy. Finally, unable to withstand the terror gnawing at you any longer, you quickly unzipped the tent and got inside.

“Yeosang?”, you whispered quietly into the darkness.

To your immense relief, Yeosang was still awake and immediately sensed your fear. He whispered back: “Hey, what's wrong?”

His voice was calm and comforting, making you feel somewhat protected.

“Okay so I am not the tough girl you think I am, I am absolutely terrified and I will die if I stay alone in my tent any longer so please let me stay with you I promise to be quiet and not pull your hair and-”

“Okay okay”, Yeosang softly laughed, his deep voice calming you down in an instant as he stopped your incoherent rambling. “Stay here. It's fine, I don't mind if it's you.”

I don't mind if it's you.

How dare he just casually drop that and expect you to be totally normal about it.

As you settled down next to him, your heart rate finally began to slow, and the earlier terror started to subside. The warmth of his presence and the sound of his gentle breathing lulled you into a sense of safety. You glanced over at his sleeping bag, noticing how he had arranged his things meticulously around him - a stark contrast to the chaotic mess you had left in your own tent.

Yeosang's steady presence beside you now seemed to make everything feel more manageable, and you couldn't help but feel a little grateful for those terrified moments that led you here.

“Besides”, he began, a somewhat teasing undertone laying in his voice, “what did you think I'm hitting the gym for? To protect you from those terrible monsters outside, of co- h-hey, what are you doing?”

“Well, I have to see for myself if you're really capable of protecting me”, you teased.

And goddamn, those muscles were no joke. As you squeezed his arms, Yeosang suddenly became very quiet and tense, but you were too busy comparing the size of his biceps to the size of your head - terrifying, if you may say so.

When did your best friend become so strong? When did his handsome, sweet self get such fucking muscles?

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“If you keep doing this, I won't be able to contain myself any longer.”

You froze, suddenly very aware of the intimate situation you had put yourselves in. Releasing his arm, you sheepishly glanced at Yeosang, who was looking at you with a mix of amusement and lust in his eyes. The air between you two had thickened, heavy with unspoken emotions and tension.

“W-what do you mean”, you asked, your cheeks a deep shade of red you were sure he could see even in this utter darkness.

Yeosang hesitated for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. “Let's just say”, he began, his voice barely a whisper, “your touch has a powerful effect on me.”

Your heart raced as the truth of his words began to sink in. The feelings you had been trying to suppress for so long now suddenly seemed to be mirrored in his intense gaze. Swallowing hard, you decided to take a leap of faith and reached out for Yeosang's hand, intertwining your fingers with his and slowly leading them to where you needed him the most, a deep moan leaving your lips once his fingers found your most vulnerable spot.

“You have this effect on me too, Yeo.”

“I can tell”, he hummed, “and I'm about to intensify it so much more, pretty girl.”

Choi San

“Why the hell did I agree to this”, you grumbled, unable to even move an inch since Choi San was squeezing hugging the living shit out of you.

“You love me, that's why.”

You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so bad, but he was right; you could never say no to him.

And so, since San impulsively stated he'd spend the night at yours today, you had no other choice but to also agree to a rather odd sleeping habit of his: the need to hug something or else he wouldn't fall asleep. Like a baby.

Of course this man forgot to actually bring something he could hug, so, he decided to use you. Simple - for him, because for you, it was a whole other story.

The two of you spent nights together often, it wasn't bothering you that he slept in one bed with you. What bothered you was how fucking close he was, how nice he smelled and how good he smelled.

You felt your face heat up as you tried to calm your racing heart. Just focus on something else, you told yourself, attempting to concentrate on the gentle sound of his breathing and the soft rhythm of his chest rising and falling when he finally fell asleep. But it was a futile effort, and you only found yourself becoming more aware of the physical closeness between the two of you. How can he sleep so soundly like this? you thought, frustrated by how easily San seemed to have drifted off into dreamland while you lay awake, trapped in a turmoil of emotions.

As the hours crawled by, fatigue finally started to win out against your embarrassment and discomfort. Your eyelids grew heavy, and eventually, you couldn't help but succumb to the pull of sleep even in San's tight embrace.

It was a dreamless sleep, and a short one as well, because just hours later, you were pulled out of it rather quickly. At first, you were too sleepy to understand what was happening, but after pulling yourself together and getting more and more aware of your near surroundings, it dawned on you.

Choi San was humping you in his sleep, all while letting out moans and whimpers that immediately awoke you within a mere second.

And as embarrassing as it was, it made you feel things you never felt before.

Panic and curiosity fought within you as you debated whether to wake him up or not. This was clearly a dream of his, and you couldn't just let it go on, especially considering the awkward position it put you in. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar warmth spreading through your body; a forbidden desire that you had kept hidden for so long was slowly awakening. With a nervous breath, you made your decision. Gently, but firmly, you shook San awake.

“S-san, you gotta wake up- oh”, an unexpected moan slipped out of you as you felt his hard erection pressing against your stomach, his whimpers becoming even louder and more desperate.

His eyes fluttered open, confusion dancing across his features as he tried to understand the situation. When realization finally dawned on him, San's face turned beet red with embarrassment. He quickly pulled away from you, stammering out an apology, his voice barely audible and shaky. “I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me.” You could see the genuine remorse in his eyes, almost making you feel bad for waking him up.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Your voice was gentle, yet firm as you responded: “It's okay, San. It was just a dream. But maybe... maybe we should try sleeping separately for the rest of the night?”

The concern in his eyes as he nodded in agreement made it clear that he didn't want anything like this to happen again. For whatever foolish reason, his quick agreement hurt. As you settled into your respective sides of the bed, the distance between you felt like both a relief and a loss. Now more awake than ever, you were left alone with your thoughts.

And then, you asked a question you maybe shouldn't have asked.

“What did you dream about?”

“W-what?”

“You heard me, Choi San”, you only responded calmly.

San's eyes widened, taken aback by the sudden question. He hesitated, glancing away nervously and fiddling with his hands before finally finding the courage to answer. “I... I dreamt about you”, he confessed, his voice low and hesitant. “That red dress you wore at my birthday party… you had it on while you-”

His gaze met yours for a brief moment before he quickly looked away again, unable to withstand the intensity of your stare, “while you straddled me and then- then you took my hand and let me touch you wherever I wanted and-”

You listened carefully, feeling your face grow warm as San recounted his dream in a hushed tone. The forbidden desire you had been trying to suppress flared up with each new detail he shared. There was no denying the fact that you weren't just merely curious about his dream; you were genuinely interested in it, and the thought of it ignited something within you. You swallowed hard, trying to decide what your next move should be. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as you made a bold decision.

“I want you to show me exactly what I did in your dream, Sannie.”

“Yeah I know I'm gross- wait, what?!”

You giggled, slowly getting closer to his figure once again and put your hands on his strong, muscular chest.

“Right, my bad; will you please show me all the naughty things we did together in your fantasy, Sannie?”

And oh, he made sure he showed you every. single. dirty. detail.

Song Mingi

In the middle of a terrible snowstorm, you were laying in your bed wide awake while slowly but surely freezing to death - maybe you were a bit over dramatic, but it sure as hell felt like that. Because the electricity wasn't working, you had no other choice but to only warm yourself with as much clothing as one could wear and your soft blanket, and it still wasn't enough.

And yet you still didn't want to accept Mingi’s offer of sharing a bed just this once to stay warm together.

As the night wore on, the temperature in your room continued to decrease. You could see your breath in the air and started to worry about how long you could endure this frigid weather. The comforting thought of a warmer room, even if it meant temporarily swallowing your pride and accepting Mingi's offer, began to grow more and more appealing. After another hour of shivering under your ill-equipped blanket, you finally decided that enough was enough. You cautiously got out of your icy bed and made the trek down the hall to Mingi's room, hoping for a much-needed reprieve from the relentless cold. As you entered his surprisingly warm room, you silently acknowledged that this was indeed the better option for surviving the night.

You hated the heat, but for the first time you envied Mingi of his much warmer, comfortable room.

“Yo, are you awake?”, you whispered into the darkness, quietly closing the door behind you.

Mingi, who had been tossing and turning under his own blankets, startled at the sound of your voice but quickly realized it was you. “Yeah, I'm awake”, he replied, his voice barely audible above the howling wind outside. He sat up and shifted over in the bed, making room for you.

“C'mon”, he said, patting the empty spot next to him. Hesitantly, you made your way over and crawled under the warm covers, allowing yourself to finally relax as the heat from Mingi's body began to seep into your shivering limbs. You both lay there for a few moments in silence, simply enjoying the warmth and each other's company.

Until Mingi had to ruin this peaceful moment.

“I thought you were fine on your own, Miss stubborn?”

Despite your initial reaction to roll your eyes at his comment, you knew that Mingi had every right to tease you. After all, admitting defeat was never something that came easy to you. “Alright, alright”, you muttered, burying your face into the cozy pillow to hide your embarrassment. “I guess I should've just accepted your offer in the beginning.”

“I don't understand why you didn't just do it.”

At that, you grew quiet for a moment. Because there was a reason, but one you just couldn't admit; your attraction for your best friend.

As you laid there, contemplating whether or not to reveal your true feelings to Mingi, the room seemed to grow warmer with the intensity of your thoughts. You had been friends for years - could this single moment change everything between you? But, as your body grew comfortable within the warm embrace of the bed and Mingi's calming presence beside you, you couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance wash over you.

Eventually, you mustered up the courage and whispered softly, “Mingi, there's something I have to tell you.”

He turned his head towards you, waiting for your confession. Your heart raced as you said, “The real reason I didn't want to share a bed was... because I've been developing feelings for you.” With bated breath, you waited for his response.

But as he didn't answer, you were immediately alarmed. Sitting up in a haze, you looked down at his tall figure beside you, only to discover your best friend being as red as a rife tomato.

“Y-you- I mean, you l-like-”, he began stuttering, his eyes wide open and filled with utter confusion.

Seeing him laying there, a shy, stuttering mess did something unexplainable to you; all of a sudden, you felt a rush of power and arousal rush through you.

All you wanted at that moment was to ruin him.

So, with an unexpected burst of confidence, you decided to take control of the situation. You began to straddle the still dumbfounded man, slowly letting your hands explore his upper torso, feeling him harden underneath you almost immediately.

“I can just show you, princess”, you said seductively, and Mingi, being the obedient good man he was, agreed in an instant.

That night, the cold could not bother you even a little again.

Jung Wooyoung

Your eyelids fluttered open, and the soft glow of the moon bathed your cozy apartment in a gentle wash of silver light. Suddenly feeling thirsty after a night of extensive partying, you navigated through the dimly lit living room, trying to be as quiet as possible. Then, your gaze landed on a very ridiculous sight that yet never failed to bring a smile to your face – your best friend and roommate, Jung Wooyoung, curled up in a ridiculous position on the sofa, a half-empty bottle of soju resting precariously on the coffee table.

What a liar he was, saying he'd clean up right after all the guests went home, yet here he was, snoring loudly while the living room was still a complete mess. You sighed.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you said, nudging him gently with your foot. “Time to move to your own bed.”

He grumbled incoherently, one arm thrown over his face. “Noooo, 'm comfy right here.”

You rolled your eyes and made your way to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water and chugging it down immediately, the cold liquid making you feel better right away. You heard shuffling coming from the living room, indicating that Wooyoung was in fact moving to his room. After storing your used glass into the sink, you made your way back into your room, tired and ready for another round of sleep, only to find your best friend sprawled across your neatly made bed, snoring softly. “Wooyoung, come on,” you urged, trying to suppress a giggle. “You can't sleep here.”

He mumbled something about how your recently made sheets smelled better and buried his face in your pillows, looking blissfully content.

Sighing, you managed to pull off his shoes and jacket before sliding under the covers. As you settled into the warmth, his body shifted closer, pressing against yours in a way that sends tendrils of heat tingling through you.

“Hey,” he murmured, his breath warm against your neck.

Your heart stuttered as you turned to face him, the air tinged with electricity and something unspoken yet undeniably present.

‘Hey,” you whispered back, feeling the weight of his eyes on you, the tension crackling between you both. You gulped, trying hard to hold eye contact, but his intense gaze made it hard to not shy away. He did not seem drunk at all, but fully aware of his surroundings. Fully aware of you.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, simply allowing the silence to settle as you studied each other's features, highlighted by the moon's ethereal glow. Wooyoung's eyes seemed to hold a question, something that remained unspoken but swirled in the air between you, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and vulnerable. Your breath hitched as he hesitantly reached a hand towards your face, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He smelled like wine, yet his eyes seemed clear, filled with both admiration and lust. His touch was soothing yet electric, awakening sensations you had never allowed yourself to explore before. As his face inched closer to yours, your lips nearly touching, you couldn't help but feel like this unspoken moment could change everything. And with a nervous exhale and an unexpected surge of courage, you closed the gap between you two, sealing a kiss that would mark the beginning of a new chapter in your friendship - the end of it, hopefully.

Your lips met in a slow exploration, allowing yourselves to savor every sensation and acknowledge the emotions swirling beneath the surface.

As you parted from that intense but tender embrace, you opened your eyes to find him still gazing at you with an expression of awe and wonder; it mirrored your own unspoken thoughts. It was at that moment that the two of you quietly acknowledged what had been hidden for so long - that there was indeed something more profound growing between you in this cozy apartment bathed in moonlight.

“You will remember this tomorrow, r-right?”, you stuttered.

His lips met your neck, officially marking you as his, and a whimper left you right there. You couldn't see it, but you knew he had this signature grin of his on those dangerous, kiss-worthy lips.

“Of course. I will take what's mine as soon as you open your eyes tomorrow. Probably won't even be able to wait until you're fully awake.”

Dear Lord, you could not wait what that man would do to you as soon as he was finally sober.

Choi Jongho

“N’ then he actually cheated on her, can you believe that Jongho?!”, you slurred, all while barely being able to walk as your best friend opened the door to your apartment.

Today, you went out with Jongho and the other boys, eventually drinking a few shots too much as you all caught up with one another.

Jongho couldn't help but chuckle at your drunken antics, shaking his head in disbelief as he held onto your arm to steady you. “Alright, alright, let's get you to bed before you spill any more gossip”, he said in a teasing tone.

As you made your way down the hallway towards your room, you continued to ramble which left Jongho completely unfazed though; the poor man was trying his hardest to get you to bed safely, but in your state you didn't realize that, so after him only humming occasionally and otherwise ignoring you, you grew frustrated with him and tried to free yourself.

In an effort to regain control over your own balance, you stubbornly swatted at Jongho's arm, accidentally tripping yourself in the process. The sudden movement took him by surprise, but his reflexes kicked in and he managed to catch you just in time, preventing a collision with the floor. “Whoa there!” he exclaimed, securing his grip around your waist to keep you upright. “Let's take it easy.”

Realizing the gravity of your near-fall, your frustration gave way to embarrassment. You mumbled an apology, trying your best to stand straight on your wobbly legs. Jongho merely sighed and offered you a reassuring smile, tightening his hold as he continued guiding you toward your bedroom. As much as it annoyed you when he didn't engage with your tipsy musings, you couldn't help but be grateful for his unwavering support - even in the most inebriated of moments.

“I'm glad my best friend is sooooo strong, otherwise I might have kissed the floor right there”, you giggled, patting his strong, muscular arms.

“Oh wow”, you muttered, in awe as you squeezed his arms more and more, feeling underneath you just how strong your best friend really was.

Of course you knew that. While his personality may be teddy bear like, Jongho was notorious for being able to break apples with his bare hands, but knowing about his strength and now directly feeling it were two completely different things.

And in your very drunken state, his strength made you unbelievably horny.

Jongho, seemingly unaware of the effect his strength was having on you, just chuckled at your reaction and shook his head. “Honestly, you get more ridiculous with each drink”, he playfully teased.

As you both finally reached your bedroom, he assisted you in sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Maybe next time we should stick to non-alcoholic drinks”, he suggested jokingly, though there was a hint of sincerity in his voice. Carefully, he helped you remove your shoes and made sure you were comfortably tucked beneath the blanket. Before leaving the room, he handed you a glass of water and gently reminded you to drink it to help with a potential hangover in the morning. His nurturing nature left a warmth in your chest that made your heart swell with gratitude while also fueling your attraction.

Many thought Jongho was a particularly cold person, but when with the right people, he was nothing but funny and caring, just like right now - while all you wanted was for him to use his strength, doing whatever he wanted to you.

“Hey, you still with me Y/N?”

“Fuck me, Jongho”, you blurted out.

Jongho's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden, bold request. For a moment, he hesitated, uncertain whether to be alarmed or amused by the effect of alcohol on you. Then, he let out a soft laugh and shook his head, clearly understanding that you were not in the right state of mind for such things. “Alright, Y/N, I think it's time for you to sleep this off”, he advised gently, his voice carrying a hint of embarrassment and concern.

“No, you don't understand! I'm not joking! I've been wanting you for so, so long. Everyday I'm reminded of how sexy, strong, cute, funny and nice my best friend is, and when that woman flirted grinded onto you at the club today all I could think about was me doing this to you, and then you'd grab me and kiss me and touch me and-”

“Fucking hell”, Jongho muttered, his eyes dark and filled with lust as he looked down at you.

Taking his jacket and shoes off and slipping underneath the sheets beside you, Jongho looked not once broke eye contact, staring at you until you were squealing in frustration.

“If you'll be a good girl and go to bed I'll let you do whatever you want to me tomorrow, hm? What do you think, baby?”

Never in your life have you agreed to something this fast.

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fashion4standusers · 9 months

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FFSU’s Fan Fashion Week!

*ETA: Works posted to AO3 can be tagged as "FFSU Fashion Week"!*

I’ve had the concept for this in my head for AGES but never got around to posting it. I originally planned to run it as an event during a certain time period, but I found that making it an event intimidated me out of actually making the idea happen. I just think that I’m a lot more confident in my ideas when I don’t overthink it! Therefore, instead of running an event, I’m just putting this challenge out into the atmosphere for people to take it and run with it.

REBLOGS GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Everything you need to know is in the graphics, and here’s a plain text version as well:

Fashion For Stand Users’ Fan Fashion Week Challenge: a 7-day art and/or fic-writing challenge!

Art Prompts:

- Day 1: Runway

Draw your chosen character(s) in an outfit from a designer runway! Check the blog archive or Vogue Runway for references and modify the look however you want.

-Day 2: Subculture

Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of a certain subculture: goth, raver, scene kid, etc.

-Day 3: Style Swap

Draw two or more characters swapping their canon outfits, or simply wearing outfits more suited for the other person's vibe and aesthetic.

-Day 4: Historical

Draw your chosen character(s) in the fashion of another era.

-Day 5: Redesign

Redesign, reinvent, or modify the canon outfit(s) of your chosen character(s).

-Day 6: Formal

Draw your chosen character(s) in gowns, tuxedos, and other fancy clothes.

-Day 7: Free Space

Draw any kind of outfit(s) you'd like for your chosen character(s)!

Writing Prompts:

- Day 1: Character Study

Write about why a character dresses or looks the way they do. Why do they like the clothes they wear? Do they wear something with personal significance? How do they want the world to see them?

-Day 2: Makeover

Write about a character getting a makeover from another. Are they getting new clothes, a new hairstyle, new makeup? Is it just for fun or a sign of a bigger change?

-Day 3: AU

Write about an alternate universe where the characters are models, fashion designers, hairstylists, makeup artists, etc.

-Day 4: Disaster

Write about something going horribly, horribly wrong: wardrobe malfunctions, makeup mishaps, over/underdressing, etc.

-Day 5: Shopping Trip

Write about characters going shopping together and all the shenanigans that ensue.

-Day 6: The Event

Write about a character getting ready for or attending an upscale event. Who are they going with? What are they wearing? How are they feeling?

-Day 7: Free Space

Write about any scenario you'd like, as long as it's about clothing or fashion!

Rules:

Have Fun!

This is obviously a JJBA blog, but feel free to use this challenge for OCs and other fandoms! If you plan to modify the prompts, make different graphics, or make your own version of the challenge for a different fandom, be sure to credit this blog or link back to this post!

Mention @fashion4standusers in all your posts to give credit! You can also tag your posts with #ffsufashionweek, and if your work is about JoJo, I would love to share it on the blog. If you post outside of Tumblr, include a link to this post!

Don't think you can do it in a week? Want more time to write longer fics, make more detailed art, or just develop your idea more? No worries, just work at your own pace! The concept of the challenge is a reference to the various Fashion Weeks that happen around the world, but by no means is it restricted to any real time frame!

Only want to write or draw for a few of the prompts? Maybe only one? Wanna work out of order? Go ahead! This is a challenge of course, but if you just aren't connecting with some of the prompts, don't force it!

Feel free to use the ideas you come up with for this into more in-depth works!

It's never too early or too late to give it a shot, and I'll always keep an eye on tags and mentions for new additions!

#ffsufashionweek #jjba #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jjba fanfic

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lathalea · 1 year

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Hey, I'm the anon who was asking why people are writing Thorin with all these modern quips.

Thank you for your answer and your awesome pictures of Thorin!

I sadly think you may have misunderstood where I was coming from, though.

I never am against people being creative..I have no problem with people expanding their minds to come up with so many different ideas and scenarios. The people reblogging from you made me look like a complete heartless jerk saying that people should be free to write whatever they want and I'm just an oppressor, pretty well.

If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.

They are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism. This stuff is more narrow minded than being creative, as we see it in every tv show, movie and video games, even! It's everywhere! But, this is considered creative when this is all we ever see in storytelling? This is why I felt you misunderstood me, and so did everyone else.

If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days.

Hope this helps you understand more where I'm coming from.

(Mandatory Thorin swooning material here.)

Hi again, Anon!

I’m glad you’ve read my reply. Rest assured, I understood everything very well – including the fact what kind of fanfiction tropes you like the most and the ones you don’t. As for the latter, I simply hope that doesn’t include the Thorin fans who have fun together with me whenever I open Thorin’s Ask Box and reply humbly ask our King Under the Mountain to kindly reply to everyone’s questions.

It’s good to know that you didn’t mean to come off like “a complete heartless jerk”. It happens sometimes that we write certain things under the influence of strong emotions and click “send” before taking a deep breath and re-reading what we wrote. I understand, no worries. But I’m sure you see how your words can be interpreted by others. And I’m certain you know — probably even better than me — that proper wording matters a lot, especially in English. Because it is not my first language, I’ve learned to be ultra careful when putting my thoughts into words here on Tumblr (or anywhere in the Internet) — otherwise I can come off as the aforementioned “complete heartless jerk” and no one wants to be that person, right?

If anything like this ever happens again, I’d like you to know that you can always drop in to my ask box and clarify further what you had in mind. I will be happy to convey your reasoning to my followers as I’m doing it now.

Anyway, I’m glad that you decided to clarify your thought process and we went from the initial confusion of “strange gender ideologies” to the problem of the Original Female Characters and their portrayal in fanfiction — which is a very interesting issue worthy of a separate discussion (another one I’d love to have). But let’s dive into your ask.

(Just look at his majestic profile!)

“If anything, my point is, people are always writing fanfic with the same narrow minded ideas..they really aren't as creative as people think.”

(I have skipped the part about the main popculture categories because it’s a separate topic, but I’d love to discuss it with you on another occasion. I think it would be a very interesting exchange of opinions.)

Let’s focus on fanfiction for now, specifically, Thorin fanfiction because I see we both care for this character a lot.

I’m glad that in your ask you decided to challenge the fanfic writers and encourage them to broaden their horizons and try harder! It’s always good to improve. And speaking of improvement, remember when I said “proper wording matters”? I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to offer you a piece of advice I got from a good friend once: I’ve learned that it’s best to avoid categorical statements containing words like “always” or “never” when discussing things in public to avoid being misunderstood or coming off as confrontational. Some of the people who will read this may think that you are either offending fic writers on purpose (which I’m sure is not the case) or have a limited knowledge of fanfiction (and you seem like a well-read person). It is much better to say “It feels to me that many people write fanfic with the same narrow-minded ideas because…” (I’d like to hear your reasoning by the way!)

Let’s leave dealing in absolutes to the philosophers and theologians, okay? :)

Now, let’s get back to Thorin fanfiction.

(Just look at that hair!)

"If people are being truly creative, they wouldn't keep putting these same ideologies in stories. You know how many Thorin stories I couldn't finish cause the women are usually written as the same tropes over and over again? Always feminists, and just knows how to fight, somehow, or always has an attitude..this is how women are written in pretty well any type of entertainment, these days."

I must admit I’m a bit sad that you happen to find only this type of Thorin x OFC fics. At the same time, I have to agree with you that there are certain repetitive tropes and traits that make many OCs boring, or worse, make them look like a Mary Sue. In mainstream media, it is very common to portray a female character as “strong” by putting a sword or gun into her hands, but for me, it is much more interesting to see either this type of physically strong character, but marked by flaws or torn by conflict, or a more feminine type of character whose strength that comes from within. At the same time, I realize that this type of character (“badass girl with a sword”) has become very popular and perhaps that is why I get easily bored by it nowadays, because the world of popculture is oversaturated with them, as you said it yourself. But I believe that a good writer can write a character like this and keep me engaged if there is interesting depth to that OC.

Either way, I totally understand that you may feel tired when seeing this trope, but I also know there are tons and tons of various stories available online though browsing through them may feel like a chore sometimes. But don’t worry, I happen to have read quite a few Thorin fics (it should be clear to you by now that I have no life ;)), and some of them were really good. I have prepared a short list of Thorin fics with interesting protagonists from many different places (ff.net, AO3, Tumblr) — you’ll find it below. I hope that after checking out these stories and reading those stories, you can perhaps feel a bit of relief knowing that there are quite a few interesting female protagonists around.

Here we go (a general warning, many of the fics below contain NSFW scenes):

💕 @technoelfie - check out the Thorin masterlist - stories like The Long Dark and its sequel contain an OFC that is everything but badass, even though she comes from the modern times. And the story is very much canon in all the right places.

💕 Kkolmakov’s fic Me Without You - a perfect example of how you focus on canon, provide the readers with a feminine OC (and Wren, the protagonist, is very far from a classic Mary Sue), and weave an engaging story inspired by Thorin’s works. Check out her other Thorin stories on ff.net, they are full of great ideas!

💕 @legolasbadass - check out the Heart of Gold fic on AO3! The OC is a very complex character and the story of the secret love between her and Thorin in a restrictive Dwarven society relies heavily on canon. Dania, the protagonist, shows us a quiet, resilient type of feminine strength.

💕 @fizzyxcustard - see Fizzy’s Thorin fics here on Tumblr and A Rose at Twilight on AO3. This is a story about a young woman capturing Thorin’s heart against all odds. Again, far from a typical swashbuckling Mary Sue, it focuses on a rather vulnerable character who gets a chance at a new life.

💕 @middleearthpixie - this very prolific writer has more than just a few longfics under her belt. See the whole list here. Stories like In Time or Where I Belong, among others, contain well-rounded OFCs free from the repetitive traits you mentioned.

💕 @thorinstorieswoman - this blog contains a 2-part longfic where the OC is an elf from Rivendell and the issue of elf-Dwarf animosities is addressed in an interesting way without straying outrageously from canon.

💕 @frosticenow wrote A Thread of Life, a companion piece to my art (yes, I may be biased here) that includes another really interesting OFC, a seamstress, and Thorin falling in love with her. You will find great worldbuilding ideas here too and strong focus on the Dwarven culture!

💕 The Queen by Heloise Durin - the story of how the love between Thorin and Queen Heloise blossomed. It is somewhat inspired by real-life events, as the author admits, and the readers can see that a queen can be a strong female character yet her strength does not come from wielding a sword nor from sassy remarks.

💕 Other writers who are known for Thorin fics are @legolaslovely, @deepestfirefun, @dumbassunderthemountain, @fromthedeskoftheraven, @averil-of-fairlea, @xxbyimm, @i-did-not-mean-to, @shiinata-library, @scariusaquarius, @guardianofrivendell @ruthoakenshield and more (if you’re a Thorin fic writer and you’d like to be added here, please let me know!).

💕 Oh, and if you’re tired of the issues you mentioned, like “feminist OCs” and “badass girl OCs”, feel free to check out @lordoftherazzles stories. The main focus is Bagginshield and this is a ship based solely on canon characters free of those characteristics so maybe it will interest you too? Here is Razzy’s AO3 page.

And if you're searching for a classically feminine OFC whose greatest trait is being passive and ogling Thorin, see my story Springtime at the Lonely Mountain.

I hope you'll like at least some of these stories. Feel free to share your thoughts with me! I’m always eager to discuss fanfiction :)

(Well hello there, handsome king!)

Before I click “send” on this post, I’d like you to ask you something, if you don’t mind. You wrote: “They [fics] are filled with utter political correctness and Marxism.”

I must admit, I’m a bit confused here. Would you be so kind and please explain to me how Thorin fics you encounter (because I assume you were still talking about stories containing this character here) are filled with Marxism? And if you could provide me with some examples/fic links, that would be great! I must admit I have never encountered a truly Marxist Thorin fic (or Dwarf fic) yet. I’m always on the lookout for fresh worldbuilding ideas and uncommon takes on social and economic issues in fanfiction, especially in stories where Dwarves are the main focus. Revolutionary Dwarves? Labor issues, capitalism and communism as concepts developed by the children of Aule? That would be a very interesting read!

The same goes for “political correctness”, by the way. I remember you mentioned earlier that it bothered you when people inserted modern ideas into Middle Earth fics so I’m guessing this is another example of this issue - please please please feel free to give me some juicy examples! I’d really like to hear your take on things and see how you would rewrite such stories or their elements to fit your tastes better! And apart from removing anachronisms from stories, that’s a great exercise in creative writing. By the way, forgive my curiosity, are you a fanfic writer yourself? If so, I’d love to read your stories if you’re willing to share them with me :)

All the best,

Lathalea 💙

#thorin oakenshield #lathalea speaks #ask box #thorin #the hobbit #tolkien #fanfiction #thorin x oc #original female character #lotr #fanfic writing #character headcanons #Marxist anon

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deathfavor · 4 months

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ADDRESSING COMMON QUESTIONS because even though I've said and state this in my rules, i want to make it clear by actually writing it out myself.

HOW MANY MEMES CAN I SEND? I genuinely mean it when I say send as many as you want. I've had several people send me 20+ memes at once and i sit there Delighted to see them every time. More memes often means multiple dynamics and different situations, and can give me a lot more to work with if i'm feeling a certain genre of writing. The question is how often do you want to see me in your notifs because i do try to answer all the memes I get. So it's a challenge. You spam me, I spam you. mutual exchange. ( and 4 is NOT spamming okay, you gotta hit at least 8 before you can call it spamming in this establishment. )

YOU REBLOGGED THIS MEME AGES AGO, CAN I STILL SEND SOMETHING IN? My memes don't have any time limits on them. I could have reblogged it back in January and if you want to send it in, go for it. The only ones might be like the 'next ten asks' memes since those are for 10 but the common, typical meme? Go wild.

IS IT OKAY TO TURN THIS INTO A THREAD? I literally write my meme replies with the intention of making it easier for people to continue if they want to. New post, and i try to end my meme responses in a way that lets people continue them with ease. I LOVE threads, I've legitimately had 15+ threads with just one person ( not including all my threads with others). So please, if you want to turn something into a thread, literally just take it and run. I'm genuinely thrilled every time someone is inspired or liked a response enough to continue it.

SOMEONE ALREADY ANSWERED THIS OPEN - CAN I STILL ANSWER IT? Yes! This isn't a lottery ticket or first come first serve. If you see an open and you want to answer it, go for it! I encourage it! People can take one open and make them vastly different and its so fun to see how people interpret or build the scenario or how different characters and dynamics lead to different things even from the same open!

I WANT TO WRITE WITH [MUSE] BUT I DON'T KNOW THEM. CAN I STILL? / DO YOU WRITE CROSSOVERS ? Yes! I'll be honest here. I am FAR, FAR more prone to straight up crossovers than making fandom specific AUs. Sure, I sometimes might. But I love straight up crossovers way more, whether its your muse coming to my world or mine going ot yours. Most of my muses come from sources where ending up in another universe could genuinely happen as well so its not hard to do. I'm always happy to discuss who goes to what world. I think its fun ; plus it makes muse interactions all the more genuine for me in a way since if I don't know the muse, it doesn't somehow influence my muse either. And I'm always happy to share any relevant information to them!

DO YOU WRITE WITH OCS / CANON DIVERGENT / ETC. I do! I genuinely love writing with OCs and I know sometimes it can be hard. I've personally dropped all my OCs because of that. So I try my best to give them attention and build bonds between the characters. And same goes for Canon Divergent! It might need some discussion depending if it effects my muse somehow, but I am genuinely absolutely here for it !

I hope some of this might offer relief to you guys who might have been wondering about these things. I tried to think up common questions / sources of anxiety that people have in the RPC and really write it out here. I'm sure I've missed some and you can feel free to write in the comments or send an ask if there's a question / topic you're wondering about. I definitely feel like i'm missing some pretty obvious ones, but I think these are ones that I've had come up most frequently when interating with new people so maybe this will offer

#i have no idea if this helps at all #but i hope it might help some people #᛭ — [OOC] angst is the game and tears are the currency

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okay i admit i'm mildly intrigued by that ot3 reblog tagged with vhalphion (?) so would you elaborate? are vholran and alphen also involved with each other? is this just alphen->shionne<-vholran? how chaotic is this and how did it come to be? how did the others react? 🎤

Gah! The vholran/alphen/shionne stuff is mostly a meme to me!!!!!!

Unlesssssss………

So, in the context of that post, I think, in my mind, Alphen was the lamb, Vholran was the wolf and Shionne was the dog. So uh, yeah, basically, Vholran and Shionne fighting over Alphen ;o; (i must admit i love taking away agency from alphen. Not necessarily all of it. Just a little. From time to time. as a treat. sorry buddy ://)

It miiiight also require a bit of tweaking Shionne’s characterization to make her into the “herding dog” archetype here but. I think she has it in her?? She was constantly looking out for him, right? At first to keep him in line and able to fight (the scene where she tries to slap him out of his grief comes to mind. That's her equivalent of nipping at the heels to keep the sheep going where it’s supposed to, probably.) and then it turned into something more but. IDK maybe we can make it a little possessive and toxic, for me. (also i gotta admit this just my preference for dom!shionne showing. what can i say.) And then Vholran, well. He’s Vhorlan. Obsessed with Alphen, wants to conquer and dominate and WIN. You know the dril. It kind of works, right?? So in that scenario, would there also be a kind of tension going on between Shionne and Vholran? M-maybe? It's still difficult for me to picture because Vholran doesn't seem to recognize Shionne as anything more than bait to get Alphen's attention. But she did shoot him in the face so there's probably also actual animosity going on. That's a starting point. If we can turn it around a little bit and get Vhorlan to view Shionne as a Challenging Opponent in the Alphen Contest (that's like the crown contest but you win alphen) worthy of his attention then we might be getting somewhere really really toxic and dangerous so i'm all for it!!!! they can talk in the shadows and point guns and blades at each other thats hot But yes it would be terrible, oh, i dare not think of the consequences any further!!!!!! As to how the others react? IDK they're supportive i'm sure (* ^ ω ^) (very concerned. but i guess the level of sheer Alarm depends on whether we're cramming this all into canon or if it's an AU.)

(BUT ALSO I’d be lying if I said I never entertained the idea of Modern AUs where Shionne and Alphen realize they are dating/used to date the Same Weird Dude. But I think it’s hard to imagine Shionne dating Vholran. Like if she were to do that then she probably has ulterior motives or is being pressured into it somehow (I think). Alphen on the other hand, I can see it happening? If Vhorlan just makes a teeny tiny effort to conceal the egomaniac murder frenzies, that is. True, he’s not exactly shown to be a master of deception in canon, but if he somehow gets it into his head that earning Alphen’s trust and then shattering it is the best way to utterly destroy him… he might just try to do that? Or maybe this is just me forcing Vholran into that Suave, Deceitful, Murderous Bisexual archetype for wish-fullfilment purposes. but thats another story)

#asks #maulester #vhalphion #<- hey that doesnt even sound half bad #i apologize for conjuring up an image of helpless uwu uke alphen i swear i know he can actually fend for himself and has free will i just #*gestures vaguely*#if anything it could all blow up pretty bad because alphen might not take all that kindly to being a prize that can be claimed haha #maybe it all hinges on whether shionne remembers to treat alphen like a person at the end of the day #as someone who spent the better part of her life as a Fun Science Experiment she'd probably be careful with that #but. trauma can make you Do Things sometimes so who knows #anyway i just think all 3 could have been a fun dynamic #bit of a shame to focus on alphen and shionne and then when vholran shows up it only introduces the Alphen-Vholran dynamic #SHIONNE IS RIGHT THERE. with similar trauma! and a shiny magical crest! and issues! so many issues! where does she fit in here??#but i digress

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trashpandafiction · 11 months

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We Survive (2)

Summary: What happens when the Behavioral Analysis Unit comes across a situation they weren’t trained for? When the dead begin to roam the Earth, it challenges the BAU to something they’ve never dealt with before: the apocalypse. Along their journey for survival, they come across Rick Grimes and his group of survivors. Among the survivors is Jocelynn Russo, who thinks that the new group could be helpful to them. Things seem to go well until an unexpected enemy appears. Will Negan and the Saviors be the one thing to break the groups, or will they be able to defend themselves? All anyone knows is they have one common goal; to survive. Pairings: None yet. Word Count: 3,844 Warnings: Mentions of guns. A/N: Hopefully this chapter is decent. I changed the main conflict from the first version of this story to make a bit more sense, but I'm still iffy on it. That's probably just my insecurities though, I don't know. If you’d like to be tagged in future updates, just let me know! Please do not redistribute my work without my permission! Reblogging is fine with credit intact.

Two - A Narrow Escape

Penelope stood by the window; arms crossed over her chest. She let out a sigh and shook her head some as she still saw no sign of the others. The sun had already started setting, and that meant that it would be harder for the group to get back. Not that she thought that they would get lost, but who knew what else would be out there? They might have run into some of the dead, or they might have run into people who weren’t as kind as they were. Anything could have happened, and it was making her mind race. For once, she hated the fact that she had the job she did; she had too many scenarios going through her head and none of them were positive.

“Haven’t you heard the one about a watched pot never boiling?” JJ’s voice spoke up from beside Penelope.

She jumped slightly and looked over at the other blonde and sighed. “JJ, they should have been back by now. We all agreed on sundown, does no one else remember that deal?”

JJ gave a small smile before speaking. “Maybe there were more places to check than they expected. They could have found another camp, and maybe they’re talking to another group. I’m sure they’re going to be just fine.”

“Statistically, it’s more likely that they’ll come into contact with the dead than the living anyway. I mean, just on our journey alone, we’ve seen more dead people walking than we’ve seen living people walking.” Spencer spoke up from the beat-up couch in the center of the room. He and David had started a game of cards with a deck they found in a desk drawer and were playing by the light of a small lantern.

The women both looked over at Spencer, and JJ smirked. “Thanks, Spence.” She looked at Penelope and put a hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t we just find something to occupy ourselves with while we wait, okay? They’re going to be fine.”

Penelope looked at JJ and nodded. “While I think that occupying ourselves is easier said than done, I will gladly take any option over staring out this window and waiting for their late arrival.” She said simply before moving to sit on the couch next to David.

A bit of a way from the cabin, Aaron, Emily, and Derek all walked back, keeping their senses high for anything that might cause them any issues. They hadn’t found much, but they did manage to find a few cans of food and a couple of water bottles that were half-filled. It wasn’t much, but it was at least enough to get everyone a bit more motivated to keep going. At least, that was what they were hoping for.

“It can’t be much further; this is that broken tree we saw on the way out.” Emily spoke up, looking at Aaron and Derek.

“I’d say we’re about fifty yards out.” Derek estimated. “We should get back there before the sun is completely down.” he added, carrying the bag of supplies on his shoulder. “How pissed do you think Penelope’s gonna be?” he asked with a small smirk.

“I’m sure if you throw a couple ‘baby girls’ at her, all will be forgiven.” Emily retorted. Even with the situation they were in, Emily appreciated that the group kept up their banter and the normalcy it brought. It was likely their only defense against their real feelings about everything.

“That’s it up there.” Aaron spoke up, pointing towards a small orange glow coming from a cabin window. “We should stay quiet, just in case there’s anyone in the area; living or dead.” he said, taking his gun out of the holster.

Derek and Emily took Aaron’s lead, heading towards the cabin. After checking to make sure that the area was clear, they headed to the door to knock three times, their way of letting the group know that it was them. The door flew open, and Penelope wrapped her arms around Derek and Emily’s necks.

“You’re all late, and don’t think you’re getting out of an angry hug, Aaron Hotchner.” Penelope said before letting go of Emily and Derek, and hugging Aaron tightly. “I was worried sick about you all.”

Derek chuckled and returned Penelope’s hug before coming inside and setting the bag down on the dusty coffee table. “Glad to know we were missed.” he said and nudged Spencer on the shoulder.

Aaron hugged Penelope back and gave a small smile. “We ended up finding a second place to search, and that’s what took so long.” He explained. He entered the cabin and shut the door behind him.

JJ smirked and hugged the three who had just returned. “We tried out best to keep her occupied.” She joked. “Were you guys able to find anything out there?” she asked, crossing her arms as she sat on the armrest next to David.

Aaron nodded. “We were able to find a few things, but not very much. Did you four have any trouble here while we were gone?” he asked, standing in front of the coffee table to face his team.

David shook his head as he looked through the bag that they had brought back. “Nothing out of the ordinary, given the circumstances.” He said and nodded to himself as he saw the water bottles and cans of food. “We should save these for the morning.” He suggested.

Derek nodded and looked over at Aaron as he wrapped an arm around Penelope’s shoulders. “If nothing came up while we were gone, this is probably a safe spot for the night. As long as we take sleeping in shifts like we have been, keep the noise quiet, we should be good.” He shrugged.

“We should try and keep the lantern on as little as possible, even the slightest bit of light could be enough to attract the undead.” Spencer said, looking up at his team members. “Did you guys manage to find any neighborhoods or signs of towns on your trip?” he asked.

“Not that we saw but given the fact that there was a gas station and an old diner, I’d say that there is probably a suburb somewhere around here. It’s just a matter of finding which direction we should go.” Emily said.

David nodded and then spoke up. “Well why don’t we get some sleep tonight, recharge, and then tomorrow we’ll refuel and see if we can’t find a town or something along the way.” He looked over at the group and then cleared his throat. “I’ll take the first watch.” He said standing up to pull a stool over to the window so he could watch what was happening outside while the others slept.

Aaron spoke up again after agreeing with David. “I’ll take next watch, then Derek, Emily, JJ, Spencer, and then Penelope. I don’t know if we’ll need everyone, but let’s plan on it.” he said and looked around the cabin’s living room. “Find somewhere comfortable, I know it’s not the ideal situation, but we’re going to make do.”

The rest of the team started to spread through the room to find a place to sleep for the night. JJ, Penelope, and Emily all sat together on the couch to sleep, while the guys found different places on the floor. They used old blankets and their own jackets and shirts as pillows to bring some comfort to themselves. David got the lantern off and started his shift as the rest of the team fell into a light sleep.

The shifts went well, and when it was time for Penelope to take her shift, the sun was just beginning to rise. She and Spencer both agreed that it was fine to let the group sleep in a bit, knowing that the team wouldn’t mind a bit of extra sleep. After everything that they had been through, that was a luxury to them. Just as Spencer was getting ready to lie down, there was a strange noise outside of the cabin, a small rumble almost. He looked out the window and narrowed his eyes a bit to see what the noise was. Outside of the cabin, there was a decent sized group of undead, and they were heading towards the cabin. Before he could turn to tell the rest of the group, there was a loud thud against the back door.

Penelope flinched at the noise and looked at Spencer, who had already grabbed his gun. “Should we just let them pass?” she whispered.

Spencer opened his mouth to respond, but heard another thud, followed by the sound of creaking wood; they were persistent, and the cabin door wasn’t going to hold. He moved to the back door and held the door as best as he could.

The noises were enough to wake the rest of the team, who were all getting their weapons ready and assessing their situation. There had to be about fifty of them outside, and more could have been coming. Aaron had his gun in his hand as Derek helped Spencer hold the door. Everyone else went to the windows to see if they could get any good shots.

“If we can get them all to the back door, we’ll be able to make it out the front door and towards the road.” Aaron said, holding his gun as he watched the undead start to surround the cabin. “The gunshots are just going to draw them into us and possibly attract more.”

Derek nodded and groaned as he held the door shut with Spencer. “We need to get their attention to this side of the cabin and get the door to hold long enough for us to get out the front.” He said.

Spencer nodded and worked with Derek to hold the door shut. He looked around the room and noticed a window above the door. He looked next to him and saw a counter that he could stand on. “I’ve got a flare in my bag which might work, but I’ll need to get up on the counter so I can toss it out of that window.”

David walked over and helped Derek with the door. “Go grab it but be fast. Once they start heading this way, they’re gonna be stronger against the door.”

Spencer headed over to his bag and pulled out the flare. He had been saving it in case they needed to flag down a rescue unit, but they were past the point of being rescued. He got it ready and headed over to the counter.

“Spence, just be careful.” JJ spoke up from the front of the room.

He gave a nod before climbing onto the counter and opening the window. He lit the flare and held it out of the window for a moment, getting the attention of the undead. The light and hissing sound of the flare started to attract a few of them, but if he was going to get them all towards the back, he needed to change his plan. With his other hand, he grabbed his gun, aiming at a nearby tree and shooting twice.

Penelope and JJ looked out the side windows. “It’s working; they’re heading to the back.” JJ said.

“Spencer, you’re gonna have to hold the flare up there until the last minute.” Aaron said reluctantly. “It’ll keep their attention long enough for us to get out before they realize what’s going on.”

Derek looked up at Spencer and then at Aaron. “Everyone, get ready to go, when I say the word, you guys head out, then Spence, then David and I.” he said.

Emily helped JJ and Penelope get the bags together while Aaron kept an eye on the windows to make sure that the undead were heading towards the back. “Spencer, fire one more shot to keep their attention.” He said.

Spencer nodded and shot once more into the tree. The undead continued to head towards the sound, but that put more strain on the door for Derek and David.

“This door isn’t gonna hold much longer, Hotch.” Derek said, looking around the room to find something to block the door and buy them some time.

Emily came into the kitchen and helped hold the door while Aaron thought up a quick change in plan. “If we can move the coffee table to brace the door it could buy us enough time.” He said.

“Spence, let me take the flare, you go help Hotch.” Emily said. She climbed up onto the counter beside him and carefully took the flare from him, continuing to hold it out the window.

Spencer went into the living room and helped Aaron get the coffee table cleared quietly so they could take it into the kitchen and barricade the door. As they picked up the table, the back door let out a loud crack as it started to give way. Emily dropped the flare onto the crowd outside the door, hoping it would slow them down.

“Change of plan. We’re gonna take as many out as we can on our way out.” Derek said.

“We have to preserve ammo, we don’t have enough bullets left to take them all out.” Aaron argued.

“They’re starting to come back to the front.” Penelope said, grabbing the bags with JJ.

“Hotch, you four head to the road, we’ll be right behind you. We’ll only use what we need and head out. We don’t have time for a debate.” He said, getting his gun out while David reached for his. “Count of three. One…”

Aaron opened the front door and let JJ lead the way. Penelope followed, and then Spencer. Aaron looked back at David, Derek and Emily, giving them the option to back out.

“Two…..go, Hotch!” Derek ordered.

As Derek yelled ‘three’, Aaron followed Spencer outside and took out the few stragglers who had headed towards the front of the cabin. Gunshots could be heard from the back of the cabin and then there was a crash. The gunfire stopped for a moment, only to pick up a moment later. Two guns were firing for a moment, and then the gunfire stopped again, the only sound coming from the cabin being groans and hisses.

“Hotch, we have to go in there.” JJ said.

Aaron looked around the area and could already see more of the undead coming towards the sounds. As much as he wanted the four of them to go inside and help their friends, it was a suicide mission. They were outnumbered and didn’t have much ammo left; they only had the option to run. “We can’t win this fight, if we go in there, we’ll all be killed.”

“Well, what about them? We could still save them. We have to try.” She argued.

Penelope looked at the cabin and shook her head as she saw some of the undead heading towards the front door. “They’re coming towards us.” she said softly.

“It’s a suicide mission.” Aaron said sternly. He looked at the cabin and then back at JJ. “I don’t like the decision either, but we need to move.” He said with the slightest evidence of a crack in his voice.

They all looked at the cabin before taking off running towards the road. None of them wanted to look back, but they could tell how far they were getting as the groans and noises from the undead started to fade out. When they got to the road, they stopped to regroup, none of them wanting to say anything.

Aaron looked at the ground and then at the team. “There’s a high chance that more of them will be heading towards the sound. We need to head towards the gas station we found yesterday; we can figure things out when we get there.”

Penelope looked into the woods, hand on her chest. The thought that they had just lost three of their own hadn’t fully set in, but she felt numb. How was she going to get through the rest of this? She didn’t want to lose anyone.

“I shouldn’t have let her take my place.” Spencer spoke up. “I could have been up there, I’m quicker on my feet.” He spoke.

JJ looked at Spencer and shook her head, putting a hand on his cheek. “Spence, she didn’t give you much of a choice. Now isn’t the time to put blame on anyone, especially yourself.” She said.

Aaron looked at them and spoke up. “We need to get moving. We can follow the road, but we should stay in the trees a bit to stay out of sight.”

Penelope wiped a tear from her eye and nodded. “I’m sure they’re just fine. They found a way out of there, they always do.” She said, trying to convince herself more than anyone.

Spencer couldn’t even bring himself to spout off a statistic this time around. “Hotch is right, we should get moving. There’s likely more headed this way.” He nodded.

The group crossed the road and into the trees on the side of the road to hide from anyone passing by, but still stay on the same path. They started walking towards the gas station, none of them uttering a sound. It was almost hard to believe what had just happened; it was all so fast, and now they were three people down. If anything, it showed them that none of them were safe and that in a moment, everything could change. For now, they all headed to the gas station to make their next plan; it was all they could do to keep themselves from breaking down.

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Jocelynn had finished dinner and was heading back to her house when she saw a light on in the supply garage. She furrowed her brow a bit before heading over to see if someone was in there, or if Olivia had just left the light on. As she turned the corner and looked inside, a small smile came to her face.

Rick was standing to the side, looking over the inventory notebook and glancing at the shelves every so often. His hand reached and rubbed his chin some as he looked over the list.

“You know, Olivia counted everything earlier, and she probably did it twice.” She spoke up, stepping into the garage.

He looked over at her and chuckled, shaking his head. “I know she did, and everything is here and accounted for. I just can’t help thinking that there could be more out there, you know? Maybe we’re not looking in enough places.” He mused.

She nodded and gave him a small smile. “We’ll find some more places. Maybe we can go a bit further out on the next run.” She suggested with a shrug.

Rick looked up at her and raised a brow. “We?” he asked her, closing the notebook and setting it back on the desk against the garage wall. “Is that your way of asking to go on this next run?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face.

A light blush crept across her cheeks and a soft laugh escaped her lips. “Could be my attempt at a stealthy hint” She said, looking up at him.

“Stealthy?” he asked, earning a nod from her. He smirked and shook his head some. “Yeah, I suppose you can come along. I’ll see who else wants to go with us and we can make a day of it.” He half joked as he headed to the garage door.

“Sounds like a fun day.” she joked back as she followed him out of the garage. She helped him pull the door down and then put her hands on her hips. “Two days?” she asked as he locked the garage.

“Two days.” Rick repeated. “We’ll head out when the sun rises and see how far we can get. Hopefully we can find some new places.”

“Maybe some new people.” she added softly, moving her hands to her sides. She knew that he had been a bit reluctant to let new people in, especially after a few incidents in the past; but she thought that maybe it was time.

He looked at her and shrugged, then looked down at his hands as he toyed with his watch. “We can cross that bridge when we come to it.” He said and looked back up at her.

She nodded and smiled a little. “I’ll hold you to it, Sheriff.” she teased, nudging his arm gently. “Try and get some sleep, okay? You don’t always have to worry about everything all the time.” She said as she headed towards her house.

“Yeah, and you don’t need to worry about me worrying.” he countered as she walked towards her house, a crooked grin on his face.

As he headed back to his own house, he ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh. He knew that she was right about bringing in new people, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to bring new people in. On one hand, they could use the extra help and extra hands, but on the other hand, they weren’t in a good position to defend themselves against the wrong people getting in. He headed into his house and checked on Carl and Judith before heading to bed for the night.

Jocelynn headed into her house, and to her room. She sat on the bed and pushed her hair back before laying back against her pillows. She hated the nighttime because she always had a hard time falling asleep. Her mind raced, and memories of what she had been through filled her head and often left her with nightmares. Of course, ever since she met up with Rick’s group, they seemed to be a bit better, but they hadn’t fully gone away. As she lay in bed, her mind started to wander to the upcoming run. It would be helpful if they had some help on the run, but at the same time, she wanted to spend some time with just Rick. She wouldn’t admit to him that she wanted to spend time with him alone, but she also wouldn’t say no if the opportunity came about. She let out a sigh as her mind started to race about the possible outcomes of being alone with him. It was something that she wanted, but what if he didn’t want the same thing?

“Just go to sleep, Joce.” she mumbled to herself as she turned over in her bed. She closed her eyes and changed her thoughts to the upcoming run.

Maybe they would find a good place for supplies, somewhere that hadn’t already been looted. Maybe they’d even find some people to bring into the group. Maybe they’d find both or nothing at all. Before long, she was fast asleep, dreaming of the run and what could possibly happen. She hoped that the actual run would go better than the dream, but she could only hope. That’s all anyone could do these days.

#(fic: we survive)#(my writing.)#criminal minds au #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #the walking dead fic #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfiction #fanfic #crossover fic

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lucysweatslove · 2 years

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I was browsing tags today and I saw this. I don’t want to give this user a platform so I’m not reblogging.

As a future doctor who happens to be fat now after several years of “atypical” anorexia- yes ducking anorexia- I want to say this to all fat people:

You. Deserve. Compassionate. Care.

Hard stop.

It’s very true that there is a substantial weight bias in medicine. Studies that “link” fatness with poor heath are often not great in their methodology. Studies with better methodologies show a stronger health link not with weight but with *generalized healthy habits.* Like moving your body. Getting appropriate nutrition. Yet what is the rhetoric? Fat = unhealthy.

A physician will spend 4 years in medical school. Two of these are spent in clinical clerkships- you learn directly with another clinician teaching you. Before you can practice on your own, you do a residency for 3-4+ years. This training is also done in clinic- with an attending physician and residents further on in the program teaching you. 5-6+ years of learning are direct learning from older/longer practicing physicians. Physicians who are likely to hold a lot of their own biases and treatment preferences that may not even be rooted in deep research and are just preferences from what they *think* has worked best in the practice- or what was marketed to them from drug reps. Learners pick up on this. Physicians from one residency program may LOVE PPIs for acid reflux (like omeprazole/Prilosec); physicians from another one may prefer to prescribe an H2 antagonist like famotidine/Pepcid. Yes, learners should read more and read about the actual research- but few have time, and of the time they have, they typically are spent reading about something “interesting” or relatively new, not something that they’ve held as a truth since grade school health class. Especially not something that challenges tat view and causes cognitive dissonance. So the information they get is passed down primarily from their mentors. Weight stigma is *learned* and *reinforced* in these programs, not because it’s empirically accurate but because it’s a prevalent practice nobody questions that has been shoved down our throats for so long.

Let’s not even get into how little nutrition education docs get. I took a sports nutrition course in graduate school. I got more nutrition education in that one class than my sister, a current doctor, got in her med school. I also read more primary research articles about health and fatness than she ever did. At the end of her clerkships she was in a rotation where an actual hospital dietitian had set a higher caloric diet for a fat patient who was inpatient, and my sister was ranting about how “they would be fine to lose some weight on a 1200 calorie diet” like she knew MORE about nutrition because she was almost a doctor than a PRACTICING DIETITIAN EMPLOYED BY THE HOSPITAL FOR THIS EXACT SCENARIO.

My point is that weight bias and myths are pervasive in our culture and medical education doesn’t really do… anything… to try to adjust that. This results in delayed diagnosis of non-weight related diseases, worse outcome, and ultimately poorer health. Yes, fat can contribute to some conditions, and it can be part of the conversation in those settings. But so often weight gets blamed and things like CANCER are missed due to weight bias.

Let me say it again for people in the back:

WEIGHT BIAS ITSELF CONTRIBUTES SUBSTANTIALLY TO POOR HEALTH OUTCOMES IN FAT PEOPLE.

All fat people deserve compassionate care. Their symptoms deserve to be believed. Please do not stop wanting to seek medical care. Please keep speaking out if you can. Please keep advocating for yourself. Please keep advocating for change.

#Lucy rants #fat acceptance #weight bias #medicine

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queengiuliettafirstlady · 1 year

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Julie my dear! Hello!! 👋

I have a few for you asks can I request 5,7,9,49,50!

I hope you are doing well and having an amazing day! 💕

-🐈‍⬛

Hello my dear Aria I am so happy to see you, thanks for the questions 😉

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

Eheheheh I always desired to answer questions related to the two historical AU of mine, I am pretty attached to them becasue I spent so much time writing them, in fact they are two of my longest work too. 🥰

Promise of Love I adored this, every phrase I wrote mainly because it give me the occasion to talk about medieval history, introduce my Ikevamp OC properly and involve Jean of Arc, I greatly admire, so much in the game he became immediately my favourite suitor.

Ambition of Love I adored this as much, because aside from showing once again my obessesion with History, I loved involving another one of my OC with Napoleon, the first historical figure I was curious about and that pushed me to play this game, along being the first route I began.

I hope so much it was interesting to read, please of you have other questions about this two feel free to ask away. 😉

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

Among all the ones I had to create for the AU challenge I cohoested with the darling @kissmetwicekissmedeadly, my favourite of all is the one I created in Wish of Love mostly because I took Greek Mythology, that is by far one of my favourites, and do my best to make it original too somehow, it was pretty crazy but it turned out pretty good. 😉

9. How do you find new fic to read?

I follow my obsession passion and see where it takes me, like if I discover something new or set my eyes on a particular suitor I go one to research for content about him everywhere, too bad the ones I like are often the most underrated but still 😆, this makes me discover new authors along their writings. 😉

Another method consist of following writers and read their works once they publish or seeing what they reblog. 🧐

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

Eheheh Alright for you a glimpse of one my work with Luke and my OC as protagonists. 😉

The prince is not there she yelled enough to be heard I am sure he sneaked out of the palace

He chuckled lightly as they hide behind a settee giggling conspiratorially as he hold her close to him sat between his legs cocooned into his chest nuzzling content as he picked an honey tart giving it to her before happily feasting on his

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Awww Thank you for the sweet question, I do not know what to talk about but I will do my best. 😉

The main thing that pushed me to write were the many scenarios I kept thinking of, I wanted to stop them somwhere and so it all beganm originally I wrote in my native tongue but then I happen to make a bet with myself, to challenge my capacity I decided to start writing in English as I still do because I wanted my works to be read by more people, and soon discovered it was easier to express what I wanted to convey in my works through another language and so I did.

I hope my story was interesting to read. 😆

#ikemen prince #ikemen vampire #my writing

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hergan416 · 7 months

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#2, 4 and 17 for the Book Asks, please!

2. Top 5 books of all time

Of all time????? Sudjsjs did I read this before reblogging? What kind of special hell? I a not qualified to give a top 5 books of all time. In any capacity.

So I suppose what I will do is list some books that I connected with in some way. These books have changed the way I think. They have stuck with me. They shaped me.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde -- I've read this twice and I'm still chewing on it. I was hollowed out and shell-shocked the first time. The second was a different version of the manuscript and was much more enjoyable, but I also approached it much more academically simply because it was an annotated copy.

Slave Nation: How Slavery United the Colonies and Sparked the American Revolution by Alfred and Ruth Blumrosen and Slavery by Another Name: The Re-Enslavement of Black Americans from the Civil War to World War II by Douglas A. Blackmon -- These books both very much changed the way I saw what I was taught about American History. I cannot recommend these two books enough as a challenge to the dominant narrative about the ideals this nation was founded on, and how we got to where we are today.

Tithe by Holly Black -- I don't think that I would end up liking this book quite so much as an adult, but this book and the following books in the series were so important to me as a teen. There was this gritty edge to them that felt "real" to me, a sheltered suburban kid whose only experience was "home" or "school" or transit between the two. The characters were all misfits, but still deserved friendship and love and belonging, regardless of their lifestyle choices or lack of supervision.

It is really hard to end this. I want to name something not very controversial and just end it, like "The Lion the Witch and The Wardrobe" by C.S. Lewis. It's not something I think about often or really made an impact on me, but is entirely demonstrative of the kind of books I read when I read a lot, before college happened. But this is mostly chosen because I do remember reading it and I know it's well-regarded by other people, not because I regard it well myself. [LOTR could work here sort of.. I really like the world and it certainly means more to me than Narnia did... but I honestly cannot stand Tolkien's writing and so this would feel SO disingenuous, since my love for this world is nearly entirely based in the films. Sorry nenya) Another option would be to name a book series that was highly impactful on me but that I would not recommend. Anne McCathry's DragonRiders of Pern is perhaps the first series I remember being into. My balsa-wood racer car in tech ed was designed to look like Ramoth. They were perhaps my first hyperfixation. If you asked me about them I would have talked your EAR off. And perhaps, this being the internet, you will have heard of them. Because of DragonRiders of Pern AUs. Because... well. It's basically got a sex pollen scenario built into the premise of how dragons work. Now this was fairly exciting to me at the age of ... summer of 5th grade (so like 9? 10?). We'd just had sex ed so I had a vague idea of what was happening for that bit, and there was plenty of other things happening in the books (fighting Thread--the mysterious scifi substance that is always the threat! time travel! politics! friendships! romance!) for me to be interested in. But also. Like any trope that lets you just pair people together, there are problems with the premise. And I was certainly not thinking critically about it at that age. These are probably better books if you're not.. a child with a very high reading level that has been given a carte blanche at the library because you can use and understand big words in a sentence. I could probably recommend them on tumblr.com because theoretically the user base should be older than I was then (14 at minimum, right?). But at the same time I really did internalize a bunch of SHITE specifically because of books, and I'm perfectly happy to leave them in the past.

So I guess... you've got an "influenced hergan and hergan hated it in retrospect" book series and a "people like it and hergan read it at least" book series. Neither feel like they belong on the list. I don't know what else I'd try to add, though.

4. What sections of a bookstore do I browse

So I always visit the manga section in Barnes and Noble. Sometimes I'll also visit the board games, sometimes the classic lit, sometimes the cafe. I rarely go home from the book store with more than a bagle and pictures of the front covers of stuff.

The library will find me in stacks, will find me in all KINDS of nonfiction, will find me in classics, will find me in manga and light novels and tumblr-recommended fiction [like Hunger Pains or The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher, although both of those are titles I checked out and returned without being able to get myself to start reading. I hope to rectify that someday.] Unfortunately, I don't often remember to try to find the things I saw at Barnes and Noble at the library...

17. Top 5 children's books

This is even less informed than my top of all time. This is just the books I remember best from when I was a young kid. I suspect a vast majority are going to be Eric Carle 😅

This was many years ago for me, and I have done no child-rearing so...

The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Rainbow Fish, Brown Bear Brown Bear, Aesop's Fables, [I've run out of books I remember in that age group, so I'm just going to add The Magic Treehouse even though this is now a chapter book, and end it.]

#thank you!#long post #nenya85

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aubrey-plaza · 3 years

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tutorial below the cut!

How to fix orange-washed characters

recently I’ve been seeing a lot of this

and not enough of this

and I get it, I really do.

Making vibrantly coloured gifs with black and brown actors can sometimes present unique challenges, doubly so when the source material is lit with a candle one scene and with disco lights the next.

A lot of the time, in an effort to avoid whitewashing actors, gifmakers will instead (accidentally) over-saturate them and end up with orange-washed actors.

so I thought I’d share two quick methods I learned while giffing Lovecraft Country (aka a show with a black cast varying in shades, and with the most random and worst lighting I’ve ever had the pleasure of giffing)

They’re both super simple and can be used almost universally (together or individually) to tone down the orange hue when making vibrantly coloured gifs.

Method 1: using the Hue/Saturation adjustment layer

This is my go-to adjustment.

I’ve gone ahead and made my gif, sharpened and put some basic colouring on there (my usual mix is curves-selective color-hue/saturation).

This is what I’m left with:

You can see that he looks way more orange that he should

what I do than is go in with my hue/saturation layer and isolate the Reds. I lower the saturation down (in this case all the way to -30) and sometimes I even fiddle with the lightness (just to keep the gifs true to skintone).

If their features become a little washed out in terms of colour, instead of upping the red again or the overall saturation, I like to use a vibrance layer. It doesn’t add colour so much as it makes it pop a little bit more.

So my coloured gif, with these settings:

gets you this:

and here’s a side by side with no adjustment layers:

another example: (without the adjustment on the left, and with on the right)

I know there will be scenarios in which your actor is in a very red scene and lowering the red saturation can affect the entire gif. In those cases I like to use layer masks and a soft brush to only remove the reds from skin (instead of the entire gif).

And if it doesn’t work, then it doesn’t work. I think especially when it’s clear that the scene is incredibly red, people will be more understanding and at the end of the day, it’s up to you to decide what looks best!

Method 2: using the Selective Colour adjustment layer

I like using this method for more subtle cases; where the colouring looks alright but adding a selective colour layer to it will just push it that last bit to looking Great.

Take this gif, for example:

It’s pretty good but look what happens when I add a selective colour layer with these values:

It’s a minor change but it looks much more true to the actor’s skin colour.

So there you have it. The quick and easy way to make sure you don’t make your actors look orange! Be sure to play around with the settings to see what suits your gif the best, since no two actors are the same, and more than anything be sure to have fun!

(if this tutorial helps you in any way, please REBLOG it)

And if you have any questions or if there’s anything confusing in this tutorial, my inbox is always open! :)

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buckybleu · 2 years

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❣︎ the girl in paris ❣︎

pairing: artist(painter)!Shangqi/Shang-Chi x fem!reader

summary: A painter's muse paints his life in color.

warnings: 18+ only; unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, fingering (f), brief mentions of breast play, cum play(?), and overstimulation.

A/N: Part 2 to Before Paris, a piece I wrote for @tom-whore-dleston 500 follower writing challenge. I spent so much time deleting and rewriting this (especially the smut); just overthinking and trying to perfect it. But after reading over it a few times, I think I'm happy with it! I hope you enjoy, happy reading! 🎨

**Please do check out the rest of Jordan's 500 followers writing challenge masterlist; so many other amazing stories have also been submitted.

word count: 3.6k

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Soft chatter of attendees waft through the air; some inspecting the fine lines of graphite, others loiter and drink amongst one another. When Shangqi’s agent told him this showing would be his biggest yet, she was not kidding. The room was full, a mixture of art critics, casual onlookers, and high bidders. Every few minutes Sonny, Shangqi’s agent, would whisper into his ear to let him know another piece of his had sold.

He’s ecstatic and joyful at the success of his gallery. But there was a missing piece of the show. You. The hands on his watch ticked forward too quickly for his liking. Each glance at it showed a minute closer to the gallery closing. Did you forget? No, maybe you were running late. Oh fuck, did he write down the wrong address? Why didn’t he just ask for your number? A million different scenarios played through his mind, all of them explaining why you’re not here.

That wasn’t until he spotted someone timeless in the corner.

Your periwinkle satin dress sparkled under the soft overhead light, casting an angelic glow. And for the first time, Shangqi could really see every detail of your face, from the curve of your nose to the plush, soft lips that you painted crimson. The way you stood admiring his work, how your left hand held the stem of the glass, and head slightly tilted to the side, told him a story. But what captured Shangqi most was your beauty. Your beauty was the kind that stole people’s breath. The kind that you couldn’t seize on film, because beauty was in the moment.

And then you turn.

And Shangqi sees the most beautiful picture in front of him. A bright smile etches across your face when you spot him, placing a glass down before making your way towards him.

“The man of the hour! I didn’t think I’d be able to catch a moment with you.” You pull him into a hug, arms wrapped around his back. Shangqi’s arms tighten around you, as if someone might pull you apart, as if you might slip from reality, and disappear.

“I didn’t know if you'd make…I didn’t see you come in” he says.

“You were busy with other guests, I didn’t want to interrupt. I busied myself with the gallery and a glass of wine.” You admire the work around you, smiling when you spot your favorite. “Congratulations, by the way. Everything is absolutely breathtaking. I knew you were underselling your talent on the train!”

Shangqi chuckles, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you know. I’ve gotten some nasty reviews already.”

“Well, in my eyes what you created is beautiful.” You loop your arm around his, tugging him towards the front. “Now, Picasso, I'd love a personal tour from the man himself.”

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And they start from the very beginning, mesmerized by each other like the first time they met on the train. Shangqi describes every piece with pride and detail, telling you what emotions he felt when sketching it, what story it told him, how he scraped a piece and started all over. You hang onto every word from him, not wanting to hear the end of it. By the time you both stand before the last piece, your fingers are intertwined with one another, unsure how or when it happened; just glad you’re holding onto each other.

“This is my favorite piece” you say.

It’s simple. Nothing intricate or complex. Simple, but holds more meaning than anything you’ve seen before. It’s a charcoal sketch of an elderly woman. The details aren’t fine, but you can tell what is what; her button nose, arching brows and gentle smile. But when looking at it as a whole, it’s blurry. Like movement caught on canvas.

“Really?” Shangqi stares at the canvas, unsure what you see. “It’s not my best. I wasn’t sure anyone else would enjoy it.”

You let go of his hand, stepping closer to the piece, learning the lines of charcoal by heart. Your voice is soft, “The story is still ongoing. It’s not done, in progress…like me.” You whisper the last part to yourself, but Shangqi’s ears catch it.

You continue, “Everything else you’ve sketched and painted has a beginning, middle, and end. She doesn’t, and that’s the beauty of it. The beauty is in our imagination to create what’s next, where she might end up.”

There’s peaceful silence as you both admire the portrait, both unsure what to say next.

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble. It’s just…I don’t know, she reminded me of…me I guess.”

Shangqi turns to you, “How so?”

Your eyes are glossy when you turn towards him, “I think of the place I might end up, my ending. I don’t know where that might be, but I can imagine all the beautiful places that could be. My ending, where I finally take root. Home.”

The sound of Sonny’s clicking heels stops Shangqi from asking more. Sonny clears her throat, alerting her arrival. “Shangqi, Mr. Wilson wants to inquire about a commission before we close. He’s in a hurry.”

Shangqi gives Sonny a polite smile, telling her he’ll be there in a second. As Sonny walks back, he turns his gaze back to you, still admiring the piece.

“I’ll be right back, like two minutes. Please don’t go anywhere” he pleads.

“Don’t worry, I’ll meet you out front in a bit.” You squeeze his hand, reassuring him. “Go, I promise I’ll come find you.”

And with that promise, Shangqi grins and places a swift kiss to your cheek and is off to find Mr. Wilson.

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Paris is not a city, but a world. Its excitement, glamour, and romance in the air leaves no thought for sleep. The small pebbled roads are usually buzzing with tourists and Parisians, on their way to the next destination. But tonight, there are only two who occupy these roads as the glow of the Eiffel Tower lights their way.

As promised, you waited for Shangqi by the door, coat in hand and a smile on your face. Bidding a goodnight to Mr. Wilson and Sonny, you and Shangqi walk towards his studio apartment for the night.

Though the city is quiet tonight, the sound of yours and Shangqi’s laughter dance through the air. Catching up on lost time, even if it had only been a few days.

“Wait, hold on.” You hold onto Shangqi’s arm to slip off your heels. “Ah, much better! These were killing my feet.”

“Now your feet are going to get dirty” Shangqi snorts. “We can’t have that now.”

“Oh well, better than my feet being in pain. You try wearing-” your laughter cuts you off as Shangqi scoops you off the ground, now holding you bridal style. “Shangqi! What are you doing?”

“What? I can’t let my girl dirty her feet now can we?” he informs.

You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his cheek. “Oh? I’m your girl?” Even under the Paris moonlight, Shangqi blushing cheeks can be seen. “Well your girl kindly requests you take her home.”

“Your wish is my command.”

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Shangqi’s studio apartment is nothing but him through and through. From the empty canvases and paint palettes, to the scattered clothing on his couch and warm scent of leather and patchouli. Sketchbooks are sprawled across his dining table alongside empty take out boxes. In the corner room an unfinished painting of Paris’ sunset sits on an easel, illuminated by the moonlight.

“You never told me what you do for a living,” Shangqi hands you a glass of white wine as he settles beside you.

You swirl your glass of wine and take a sip, “I’m a writer.”

“Anything in particular you’re working on?” Shangqi notices the hesitation in your answer as you bite your bottom lip. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. We can talk-”

“No, no. It’s just…I’ve been traveling for the past month, hoping for some inspiration. And I think I finally have an idea.”

Shangqi smiles, “Tell me about it.”

And there Shangqi sees it again, a beauty that takes his breath away. You break out into a huge grin, excited to have someone listen.

So you talk.

And he listens.

And somewhere between explaining the forbidden love between the protagonist and antagonist and the climax of the story, Shangqi’s head ends up in your lap and your hands in his hair. Shangqi listens to every detail you have to spare, letting the stories glide like your fingers through his hair.

“That’s quite the story you got there Ms. Brontë.”

You laugh at Shangqi’s nickname for you, “Brontë? I don’t know, Charlotte Brontë was a genius. That’s a lot to live up to, Picasso. There’s a lot more I need to figure out, but that’s the meat and potatoes of it. The finer details will need a bit more exploring. I want to feel more, experience it myself before I can immerse myself into writing it.”

“Feel more?” asks Shangqi.

“Some say creating stories is best when you’ve experienced it yourself. You understand their motives and feelings. The intricate nature of their being. Feel their stories and live in their shoes for a bit.”

“I have an idea,” Shangqi says. He lifts his head from your lap, stands, and extends his hand, “I promise, it’ll help. Maybe a little fun.”

You take his hand, following Shangqi to a corner of the studio that’s covered with tarp. Every color of paint you could ever imagine sits on shelves; bright oranges, neutrals, pastels, everything. He lets go of your hand to pick out some brushes and jars of paint.

“Have you ever tried body painting? Sometimes I paint little things on my arms or legs to allow the creativity to flow. But more than anything it’s just super relaxing.” Shangqi places some blankets and pillows down before looking back up at you, “Want to give it a try?”

You sink down onto a pillow, legs crisscrossed and laugh, “Sure, but I can’t paint to save my life.”

“How about this, I’ll paint you while you tell me more about your story. Maybe it’ll help not only your creativity, but mine also. I’ve been stuck on this idea I have in my head. What do you say?” he reassures you with a smile.

Nodding, you make yourself comfortable on the floor, watching his every movement. Shangqi starts mixing paints on his palette, brows furrowed in concentration. There's artistic glow as he works, magic that draws you into his world.

“Usually we paint on your back,” Shangqi says. “But you’d have to be shirtless and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. We can just do your arms or legs or whatever-”.

The words die on Shangqi’s tongue as he watches you slip down the straps of your dress. You’re sitting in only your panties, arms holding your breasts.

“Is this okay?” you ask, back towards him and laughing at his shocked expression. Shangqi licks his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

The moonlight pours in from the window, illuminating Shangqi’s canvas, your back. You shiver, holding back a moan as Shangqi traces the paint on your back. His paint strokes are gentle as a feather, nearly lulling you to sleep.

You tell him of your heroine’s pleasures and desires. Of her lost world. Shangqi becomes lost in you, lost in your words. He’s lost in the world of color, transported into another universe as he follows your descriptors.

“And she’s just not sure what’s going to happen next. She’s spent so long without roots that she’s not sure if she can grow them, take root in permanence. Her world has flipped-oh fuck” you let a breathy moan as the brush bristle grazes the side of your neck. Heat rushes to your cheeks, embarrassed of the sound you’ve made.

“Shit, sorry. Are you alright?” Shangqi asks, setting his brush down. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable. You let a breathy yes for him to continue painting. Heat slowly starts to build in your core, wetness pooling your panties as the brush is pressured along your neck. “Almost done, baby.” Shangqi says, his warm breath close to your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

You don’t register any of Shangqi’s words when tells you he’s done. Sensual fantasies of how you crave Shangqi between your legs or filling you with his cock, plague your mind. How much you want him to relive the ache between your legs. His soft lips on your shoulder slowly lulls you away from your fantasies.

You lean into his broad chest, tilting your head towards him. His hands are steady on your hip as you pull his face to yours, lips chasing after each other, needy with passion. Shangqi’s tongue traces your bottom lip, asking for entrance as his hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you closer into his body. Your tongues clash, fighting for dominance. You whine as Shangqi pulls aways, but let out an erotic moan as he sucks and bites your neck. Your legs involuntarily open.

“P-Please Shangqi, fuck.” you whimper. You’re distracted when you open your eyes, finally noticing the mirror in front of you. You groan watching the salacious scene unfold, Shangqi’s hands cupping and pulling your breasts, drawing every little mewl from your swollen lips. High pitched whines escape as he twists and pulls on your nipples.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Shangqi bites your shoulder, smirking when you guide one his hands down to your clothed sex. He cups your sweet core, fingers pushing your panties to the side, “I know you have a way with words, honey. Use your pretty little mouth for me. Let me hear it.”

“Fuck. Touch me, please.” You rut against his hardening cock in his pants, moaning at the friction. “I want this so bad, please-fuck.”

His fingers find your swollen nub, circling it with the honey between your legs. Your whines of more and right there, only edge him on. Shangqi adds more pressure onto your clit, causing your legs to tremble and you nearly falling forward.

“You want my fingers baby? Hm? You want cum all over my fingers?” Shangqi teases your hole, fingers slightly prodding your entrance. He huffs out a little laughter, watching you nod your head furiously. The world around you blurs, pleasure spilling out of your core. Shangqi groans while watching you in the mirror, sinking two fingers into you, pumping them in and out. You throw your head back in pleasure, writhing on his fingers. You’re babbling nonsense, almost ashamed of how far you’re gone. The coil in your stomach quickly comes undone, gushing and clenching around his fingers.

Shangqi works you through your high, watching your body tremble as he holds you tightly against his chest. He presses kisses along your shoulder and neck as your body calms.

You pull him towards your lips, needing to feel the warmth of his breath, whining for more. “I need you, please. I want more Shangqi.” You yelp in surprise when Shangqi scoops you into his arms, heading towards the bed.

Shangqi gently tosses you onto his bed, not caring for wet paint on your back. Especially when he’s about to make another one. He quickly strips off his clothes and climbs over your body. You strip off your panties and dress, innately spread your legs open, welcoming him between your legs. His lips hover over yours before smashing them onto you. Shangqi takes your mouth like it's a prize, hungrily pushing his tongue on yours.

He pulls away and dips his head, nibbling against your collarbone. You fight back the shiver as he kisses down your jaw to your throat. His breath brushes against your ear, “I want you. Fuck, I need you so bad, baby.” The tip of his cock grazes your clit, sending jolts of electricity through your body. “Tell me you want this. Tell me to fill you with my cock.”

He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance when you give him a breathy yes. Shangqi slowly sinks into your wet heat, his cock stretching you deliciously. You wrap your legs around his waist, nails clawing at his back, leaving red marks. He kisses the tears on your cheeks, cooing you, telling you how good you are for taking him.

“Need you to fuck me Shangqi. Please fuck me.” Your little pleas urge him to slowly thrust in and out, loving the warmth around his cock. Your bodies are pressed together, shaped like they were meant to fit together. He lays his body weight on you, his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he rocks his hips into you.

“So fucking tight more, baby. Your pussy was made for me.” He praises, beginning to set a faster and harder pace. You moan uncontrollably, goosebumps rising your skin from the pleasure surging through your body. Your velvet walls flutter around his cock, alerting him of your imminent release.

His cocks fills you to the hilt, the tip grazing your sweet spot with every pound into you. “Come for me, baby. Want to feel you cream all over my cock. Milk me, take what’s yours.” You mewl at his words, ready to unravel. Shangqi takes his hand and presses down on your lower belly, his thumb circling your nub. You fall apart on his cock, seeing stars in your visions. Your sweet juices drip out, down his cock to his balls. Shangqi is intoxicated with the sounds of your criesas you cum. Your climax triggering Shangqi’s, his hips stuttering as he paints your walls white, chanting your name like a prayer.

He sits up slightly, still slowly thrusting as he watches the mix of his and your cum coat his cock. When Shangqi pulls out, he growls and watches in awe, cum seeping out your puckered hole. He scoops your cum with two fingers, smearing the mess all over.

The night is silent as you and Shangqi recollect yourself. He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, promising to be right back. You watch as he climbs off the bed, heading to the bathroom, admiring the way his muscles flex that are decorated with your markings. He comes back with a warm towel and cleans the mess between your legs, apologizing when presses a little hard on your overstimulated clit. Tossing the towel aside, Shangqi slides back into bed and pulls you close. You nuzzle your face into his neck, pressing soft kisses as he tucks you under his arm.

Your eyes start to feel heavy listening to the steady beat of Shangqi’s heart. Shangqi draws intricate patterns on your arm as you succumb to sleep, pressing one last kiss to your hair. He stares at your sleeping figure with a certain hope you’ll be here tomorrow, a dream too good to let go.

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You wake to the warm Paris sunlight kissing your skin; eyelids still leaden with sleep, limbs heavy. The slightly opened windows let in a faint breeze; the aroma of fresh baked bread from the bakery below fills your nostrils.

You’re dreading the thought of checking your phone, already knowing it’s filled with missed calls and texts from Yelena. For all you know, she and Nat have sent out a cavalry to find you, Shangqi’s face probably plastered with ‘most wanted’.

Your ears perk up to the sound of rustling paper and scratches of a pencil. Shangqi is perched on the foot of the bed, engrossed in whatever he’s sketching. The sketchbook is balanced on his knee, his pencil gliding gracefully across the paper.

You succumb further into the silk sheets, not ready to detangle yourself, making no move to cover your bare chest. You continue to watch Shangqi’s talented hand, his marks easy and imprecise. He’s beautiful in the daylight, wearing nothing but his gray sweats that sit deliciously low on his hips. There’s a serenity in him as you watch, eyes unable to tear away from the picture in front of you. A moment you wish you could wake up to everyday.

When Shangqi's gaze is flicking up to you, then down again, you grasp that he’s drawing you. You feel slightly embarrassed when you remember the sheets are only covering your sex, everything else on display.

Shangqi tears his concentration from his sketch when you start to pull the covers up. He sets down the book, frowning as he gently climbs onto the bed to halt your movements.

“You look beautiful under the sunlight. Don’t hide it, dove.” Shangqi leans in to kiss your lips, slowly trailing down your jaw to your neck. “I had to capture it on paper.”

“Can I see it?” you ask sweetly.

He props his hands to the side of your head, leaning in to kiss you again. “Not yet, dove. It needs to be perfect before I let you see it.” Shangqi kisses your bare shoulder, your pulse fluttering when his hips grind into you. You suppress the moan that tries to escape your lips; your body warming with the memory of last night.

Shangqi chuckles when he pulls himself from you, now back to the foot of the bed. He sends you a wink as he picks up the pencil and sketchbook, determined to illustrate your beauty. What sweet, beautiful creature you are.

He hopes the sight of you sprawled across his sheets isn't a fever dream, not some drunken illusion.

But in the strange occurrence that you are, Shangqi has you etched into his sketchbook. Brought to life through the curves of graphite and shading. Taking permanence in his book.

You playfully nudge Shangqi with your foot, giggling when he pulls you close.

“Are you drawing me like one of those french girls?” you tease.

“No, love. I’m drawing my girl.”

An artist is lucky if he is gifted with a passion. A passion to create a story. A passion to add color to the world around them. But when an artist finds his muse, it colors their world.

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bemylord · 3 years

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Hii hii I would like to request. Can u write Itadori and Megumi finding out that their dating Todo's sister? I thought it would be a funny scenario.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

warnings/theme: cute boys are in shock. fluff <3 + grammar issues

remark: hi! thanks you for the request, it was UwU for me to write! hope you'll smile while reading this :) i also like that picture above a loot ;)

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

as you were waiting till megumi will arrive at the destination you had to imagine both of you will walk around the park to the small lake where you will put the blanket on the ground and have a picnic.

as your boyfriend appears through the number of people you saw his face is decorated in a bruise and scratches and his cloth has gotten cuts.

'gumi, you alright? what happened?'

he aimlessly rubs the back of his neck, hesitating to give a response. he pointed with a head movement to walk into the park, holding your hand.

however, you gave him time to be comfortable to tell the things, he exhaled, not glancing at you. you know what this sign means - megumi hates when you see him in the bruises as he had gotten into a fight with the stronger rival, not capable to have a chance to win. he hates to be the weak one.

as you walked along the road, he has taken a deep breath before he told you about the incident.

'sensei gojo brought friends from kyoto high school for the doubles competition. and one of them was too strong.'

'i'm sorry to hear that, gumi.'

as not to frighten him away, you slowly tiptoe to press a soothing kiss on the cheek. as you slightly, not to bring the pain, touched a small scratch as he somehow smiles at your attempts to be tender.

'the next i will beat that aoi todo.'

when you heard your brother's name your eyes widen, looking into his.

'todo from kyoto jujutsu high school? are you talking about him?'

'yes, do you know him?'

'he is my brother.'

as you said the last word, megumi made a gap between you, analyzing the whole situation: he dropped the words he'd defeat your brother someday and you stay calm down?

do you behave like him? what common both of you've gotten? why you didn't tell him sooner? he asked himself a thousand questions but not mentioned them, still baffled by your words.

'i-i should apologize for my words, y/n.'

'do not, gumi. i know todo may be too rough with other people. i'd like to introduce you to him.'

the flashback of todo beats him in the face appeared as quickly as the desire to reject it.

'i don't think he'd be glad to meet me once again.'

'you're my boyfriend, he won't change anything.'

megumi a little puzzled by the unexpected news, but glad on the other hand - when he's not around you, you have a hulk-machine [you saw him? he's very strong] who will kill anyone.

after meeting todo, the last one started to act polite, not being totally friendly towards megumi but trying his best. on another hand, fushiguro noticed something in common on both of you:

when you're angry, both of you can crush anything in your path.

so megumi tries to calm you down before you get out of control. [he's a bit scared of you]

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

you didn't, no, you couldn't hide the truth about your brother any longer: as far as you know, todo become acquainted with your boyfriend on the competition. and now, at every possible opportunity he'd join your date.

'y/n! where do ya goin'?'

'yuuji invited me to watch movies.'

'wait for me!'

'todo, we're gonna watch movies at his dorm.'

'fine, let's buy snacks.'

'we will kiss and cuddles.'

aoi finally shut his mouth, place a thumb and index fingers on his chin as he's to ponder your sentence. not that you hate spending time with todo, you enjoy as he spread jokes and being overly friendly with itadori. but you've your own life, you are dating, after all.

'what about a friendly threesome hug?'

on another hand, yuuji likes spending time with you and your brother by playing computer games. itadori's first reaction was:

'o.o [author's note: was in concrete shock] t-todo? t-todo's sister?'

yuuji didn't expect you are his friend sister, if that's what i can call their relationship. a little afraid of insulting you, because todo will kill both yuuji and sukuna at the snap of his fingers.

sukuna challenges aoi to a fight, which makes yuji blush and cover the mouth that came out of nowhere.

↳ back to the main game menu.

kudos and reblogs are welcome <3

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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Heloise's 3.5k Followers Sleepover [Closed!] and Writing Challenge [Closed!]

Hello my lovelies <3

On Wednesday we reached another milestone once again! I can’t tell you how happy I am to know that so many of you have been enjoying my writing. All the support I’ve gotten from my followers has been beyond my expectations and I’m just so very grateful. I never imagined getting 50 let alone 3500 followers. Mind blowing really! I wanted to do something fun for such a huge milestone and as it’s a writing blog, I thought, let’s write. I want the writers to enjoy writing and the readers to enjoy reading. However, on the other hand, I didn’t want to leave out my non-writer followers so a sleepover should be in place as well.

Therefore, welcome to⁠—

Heloise’s 3.5k followers Sleepover and Writing Challenge

Part 1. Sleepover [Closed!] (Please click on the link above!)

Part 2. Writing Challenge [Closed!] (See below the Keep Reading option!)

Let's have fun and send your Ask! ^^

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Heloise’s 3.5k Followers Writing Challenge Masterlist

Part 2. Writing Challenge!

Disclaimer! I do not own any of the prompts listed below, they all belong to @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose and each prompt list I have used for creating this event are listed at the bottom of the post. [Numbers] next to prompts refer to the prompt lists you can find them at.

Rules!

➵ You don’t have to follow me to participate, although it would be much appreciated. ➵ Chose as many prompts as you’d like. No limits. ➵ Write for any universe and any pairings, I basically read everything. ➵ No incest, racial, religious, or sexual hate openly, not related to the story line, but to hurt others. If you have any of the above in your fic, I will not reblog it. ➵ Fluff, angst, smut, anything goes, just please use appropriate Warnings! ➵ Use the Keep reading option above 500 words. Tutorial from phone is Here! ➵ No deadline for submission, but deadline for entry closes on 27 September 2021. Clarification: You can submit your fics even next year if you wish. End date is only for entering the event. I will not be able to accept entries after 27 September 2021. ➵ If you would like to participate, just send me an Ask with the prompt(s) and character and Reblog this post. ➵ Please use the tag #heloises3.5kcelebration and tag my name @heloisedaphnebrightmore when you post your fic. If it's not reblogged in 48 hours, please send me an Ask or DM. My tags seem to be funny at times. ➵ And most importantly, Have fun! :)

I decided to use both Scenario prompts and Dialogue prompts to take on a different approach compared to my last writing challenge.

Scenario prompts

Enemies to lovers / Tension prompts

1. “I’ll kiss you right now to prove that I don’t feel anything for you.” “Okay.” The two characters kiss, and whoops they felt something, followed by lingering, as they’re catching their breath, trying to make sense of what just happened, and the feelings rushing through them, and then there’s this urge to dive back in for another kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

2. Your enemy has never let anyone touch their scar, until you come along. [7]

@natashxromanovf (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

3. Character A and B kiss each other to prove there's nothing going on between them, but they get so caught up in each other, they prove the exact opposite. [2]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

4. For one night, Character A and B give into temptation and sleep with each other, hoping it will solve the tension building between them. It does the opposite. [2]

5. Character A and B avoid each other after sharing an intimate moment, be it a kiss, a hug, holding hands, or just looking at each other's lips longer than appropriate. [1]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

6. You're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying “I don't know where else to go.” Your enemy doesn't say anything, instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on. [1]

@goddessofdawns (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

7. The best friends to lovers “Let’s just kiss to see what it’s like.” They kiss, followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, forehead against forehead, lingering… and then they go in for the second kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

8. You threaten your enemy, and when they close the distance between you, you realize how attracted you truly are to them. [1]

9. Pinning your enemy against the wall. Or straddling your enemy’s hips whilst they pin your arms above your head. [1]

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

10. You end up on your enemy's lap, and you yank the belt from their pants “Let's just get this over with.” [1]

11. You're about to leave the room, but your enemy slams the door shut, and with one hand on either side of your head, barricade you against the wall... (cue the reckless make-out session). [2]

@band--psycho (x) James Potter x Reader

12. You’re sharing a bed with your enemy and being told “Stay on your side or I'll set this whole bed on fire”. Only to wake up the next day with your enemy's arms wrapped around you. [2]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

13. Your enemy has been badly wounded, and somebody needs to bandage them up, so you agree to help them, and suddenly they're shirtless, and you can't help but admire their body, something that cheeky bastard takes notice of. [1]

14. You've been wounded, your face is all bruised up. Your enemy puts a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to theirs, asking “Who did this to you?”. When you don't answer, they ask you again “Who did this to you?”. [1]

@band--psycho (x) Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

@grimdevil (x) Regulus Black x Reader

15. You've just been hurt, you're bleeding out, and your enemy is freaking out, dropping the “I love you. I can't lose you” card, begging you not to close your eyes. [2]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

16. Two characters look at each other, a tense silence between them and then bang, lips crash into each other as they can’t resist anymore and then one of them pins the other against the wall. [6]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

17. You had a really good time on the date tonight, and your date is asking for a good night kiss. It was only meant to be on the cheek, but then you pull back, our eyes meet, and there's a gravitational pull pulling you closer again. [6]

18. You’ve never been kissed before so your friend volunteers, but you decline because you’ve been best friends and it would be weird. But a couple hours later you lay awake in bed and can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss them and suddenly you regret what you said. [6]

@queen-of-brokenhearts (x) Hermione Granger x Female!Reader

Intimate / Domestic prompts

19. You are wearing your lover’s clothes when they say, “Can I get my shirt/hoodie back?” and you say “No.” or “Come and get it.”. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

20. You're talking on the phone and your lover quietly comes up behind you, wraps their arms around you, and starts gently kissing your neck. You begin to lose focus on your phone call as you concentrate on not making any noise. [3]

@band--psycho (x) Fred Weasley x Reader

21. You’re supposed to be mad at your lover but they’re holding your face and smiling, and you just can't resist it when they're pouting like that. [6]

22. You and your lover sitting next to each other at a table, and they rest their hand on your thigh, gently rubbing their thumb back and forth. [3]

23. Looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you. [3]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

24. You think mistletoe kisses are lame, but your love interest brings you under one, regardless of the season and suddenly you're all for it. [6]

25. You and your lover are in bed, when you say, “It’s time to get up.” and your lover pulls you back down, wraps their hands around your body, snuggles up close, preventing you from getting out of bed. [4]

26. Your lover is resting their head on your lap, falling asleep whilst you are playing with their hair. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

@band--psycho (x) Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

27. Having a piece of hair brushed off your face as you're reading or looking down. [3]

28. You're sick, and you can't kiss your lover, and it's an absolute torture. [6]

@msmarvelouswinchester (x) Jensen Ackles or Dean Winchester x Reader

29. Being asked “Are you sure?” (There's nothing sexier than consent) [3]

30. When it’s a slow burn, and the characters just look at each other like “Fuck it, I’m done with this.” and they finally kiss. [4]

@acourtofbooksandfantasy (x) Azriel (ACOTAR) x Reader

Dialogue prompts

Flirty / Sarcastic prompts

1. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like the sound of your voice, because you don’t seem to ever shut up.” [9]

2. “Is that a challenge?” [9]

3. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” [15]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

4. “When have I ever put you in danger? Actually, don't answer that.” [11]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

5. “I dare you.” [9]

6. “If you don’t shut up, I might as well kiss you to put that mouth to good use.” [9]

7. Character A: “Do yourself a favour, get laid.” Character B: “Why, are you offering?” [9]

@grimdevil (x) Draco Malfoy x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

8. Character A: “What if bite you?” Character B: “I’m into that.” [10]

9. Character A is returning a priced procession to Character B and says, “I want something in return.” Character B “What?” Character A “You.” [2]

10. Character A: “What changed your mind? “ Character B: “You.” [7]

11. Character A: “What do you want?” Character B: “You.” [9]

12. Character A: “Just admit it.” Character B: “Admit what?” Character A: “I’m the best you’ve ever had.” [13]

13. Character A: “You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said, have you?” Character B: “And yet for some reason your mouth just keeps on going.” [8]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

14. Character A: “I shouldn't have kissed you” “ Character B: You're right. But I should've.” [7]

15. Character A: “Do you flirt with everyone?” Character B: “Unfortunately, you’re the only one who caught my attention.” Character A: “Unfortunately?” [8]

@sexysirius (x) Sirius Black x Reader

16. Character B: “I like to keep my options open.” [8]

17. “I hate you. Oh, I hate you so much right now.” [11]

18. “Jesus Christ, you're annoying.” [11]

First kiss / Confession prompts

19. Character A: “Come over here.” Character B: “Why?” Character A: “You said you’ve never been kissed before. I’m planning on changing that.” [10]

20. Character A: “Just… don’t make this weird, all right?” Character B: “Meaning what?” Character A: “Meaning, don’t treat me like I haven’t been kissed before.” Character B: “But you… haven’t been kissed before.” Character A: “Look, I just want this over and done with, okay. I don’t want to be treated like a delicate flower. Kiss me like you mean it.” [10]

@band--psycho (x) Damon Salvatore x Reader

21. Character A: “I love you.” Character B: “I know.” Character A: “You knew?” Character B: “You haven’t exactly been discreet.” [15]

@band--psycho (x) Natasha Romanoff x Reader

22. “Listen, I know you’re busy, but… it’s important.” [15]

23. “I love you, and I don’t care if you don’t love me back. I just need you to know that I do.” [15]

24. Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” Character B: “What?” Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” [14]

25. “Is that truly, all it is? Just, two friends, hanging out?” [14]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

26. “I need to ask you something and I don’t want you to brush off the subject or turn it into a joke… I need you to be honest with me.” [14]

@grimdevil (x) Young!Sirius Black

27. “Are you… are you in love with me?” [14]

28. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” [14]

29. “All this time I thought you didn’t want me.” [14]

30. “If there’s something you want to tell me, now’s the time.” [14]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

31. “There’s nothing going on between me and Character C. because the person I want to be with is standing right in front of me.” [14]

32. Character A: “I want this to work. I really do.” Character B: “Then we’re on the same page.” [16]

33. “I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible to miss someone this much.” [16]

34. “I know we're not together, but I might die today so I'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later.” [6]

Reassurance / Sweet prompts

35. “You could stay here, tonight. For as long as you'd like.” [7]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

36. “Could you ever love someone like me?” [7]

37. Character A: “I've never been in love before.” Character B: “Then let me show you.” [7]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

38. “I can’t get up. You’re gonna have to carry me.” [11]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

39. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” [12]

@deanwanddamons (x) Jensen Ackles x Reader

40. “I feel safe with you. I always have.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

41. “I need you to know that you can always come to me.” [12]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

42. Character A: “You’ll wait for me?” Character B: “For as long as I need to.” [12]

43. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you ever doubt that.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) George Weasley x Reader

44. “Don’t hide from me. you’re even more beautiful in the morning.” [13]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

45. “I’m going to kiss you until you’re sick of it.” [13]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

46. “Just hold me. I’m not ready to wake up.” [13]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid of sending me a message. My inbox is always open for everyone :)

Prompt lists used from @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16]

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vivianweasley · 3 years

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Love, George (George Weasley X Reader)

Prompt: This is for @weasleysflowr‘s 300 writing challenge! “Can I tell you a secret” and “just shut up and kiss me”.

Summary: You have always loved Michael Corner but now he’s getting married and you are the bridesmaid. As cliche as it sounds, you just wanted someone to save you from this mess. Fake dating.

Pairing: George Weasley X Fem!Reader

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst with Michael, alcohol use, mention of underage drinking

Word count: 2K

A/N: Did I just write another unrequited love bridesmaid story? Yes, but this idea is stuck in my mind for a long time. The inspiration is from the first scene of the movie Love, Rosie! GIF is from the movie too and credit goes to whoever owns it. Anyways, hope you guys would like it:)

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on another site without permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome!

You were sitting at Michael Corner’s wedding and your brain was a foggy mess, but you were next to give a toast. The logical side of you told you to look at your notes one last time, but the emotional side of you just wanted to hide in a hole in the ground and pretend like you never existed.

Michael was your best friend. You’ve known each other since the first year at Hogwarts. And like all cliches, you were the person who has always secretly loved their best friend.

You thought maybe one day he would finally realize that the person meant for him was right beside him. But now he’s getting married and you, his best friend, became the bridesmaid.

Why were you the bridesmaid? Didn’t the bride have any friends? But you knew, you could complain and make fun of the bride all you want and in the end, she still has everything you’ve ever wanted.

It was your turn to give a toast now. You stood up and cleared your throat, “I’ve known Michael since the first year at Hogwarts. It feels like it was only yesterday that Michael got stuck on the moving stairs and almost missed the first class. Oh, or when the Weasley twins dumped blue paint on him during fourth year. Can’t believe that he’s getting married today. Merlin, I sound like his mum.”

The guests laughed and the Weasley twins cheered at the mention of their prank. You laughed along and continued, “And I should probably say something nice about Michael too. Michael Corner was the funniest, most interesting, and most amazing person I’ve ever known.”

The guests cheered again in agreement and you waited for the waves of cheering to die out, “I just wanted to say that the bride is really lucky. And I wish you guys all the best with all my heart. Congratulations Michael, and I will always love you...” you looked at his eyes one last time, those ocean eyes, “cause we’re best friends.”

The crowd was clapping and cheering, but you couldn’t hear anything. You just sat there, staring blankly at the crowd. This was the end, was it? Before the wedding began, you fantasized about so many scenarios. Like in a soup opera where you would run up there and object. Or like in a romantic comedy where he finally realized that you were the one he has always loved.

But nothing crazy happened in the reality and to be honest, you were glad.

“Y/N, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’m always here.” Cho was there with you in the restroom. She knew about your crush on Michael and was always there to support you when you prepared for the wedding.

“No, I’m not going to cry.” You sighed, “But I really do hope that maybe, I could suddenly have a tall and handsome boyfriend, and then I could walk out of the wedding feeling less defeated.”

When you two were leaving the restroom, you bumped into a tall man. You looked up and recognized that it was George Weasley.

You became friends with the Weasley twins right after they dumped blue paint on Michael. You guys would hangout together sometimes and you joined Dumbledore’s Army with them, so you could tell the twins apart. But after they left Hogwarts, you guys barely contacted each other and would probably only see each other at Hogwarts reunion dinners or some old classmates’ weddings.

“George?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But I believe I heard you said that you need a tall and handsome boyfriend?”

You were embarrassed that he heard your silly talk, but you still managed to reply calmly, “Yea, are you gonna introduce me to someone?”

“That someone is standing right in front of you! See, I’m tall,” he raised his hand to emphasize his height, “and I’m handsome!” He winked at you.

“George, I was only joking...”

“Yea, joking. Someone told me I’m quite good at that.” He grinned at you, “I can pretend to be your tall and handsome boyfriend and make Corner jealous!”

You laughed at his remarks, but the reality slapped you in your face. You lowered your head, feeling defeated again, “But he won’t...”

“Well, at least you could still use some fun now. Consider this as a light-hearted prank! ” He cupped your face and lifted your head.

At this moment, you felt like the playful and happy you came back. You turned back to look at Cho. She nodded at you, reassuring you that this idea was not completely dumb, so you finally held out your hand, “Well then, shall we, darling?”

He chuckled and held your hand, “Let’s go, darling!”

Your plan went well. Not long after you left the restrooms, you and George ran into Michael. He looked surprised seeing you holding hands with George, “Y/N, you two?”

Before you could say anything, George answered the question for you, “Y/N is my girlfriend!”

Michael was looking at you now and you couldn’t quite understand his expression. Putting aside all of your unrealistic daydreams and wishful thinking, he was probably just surprised.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Erm....I was busy preparing for your wedding and I just kinda forgot.” Your left hand was tugging nervously on the hem of your dress now, but you were still impressed that you could lie so smoothly even under this kind of situation.

“Yeah Corner, my girlfriend was so busy preparing for your wedding, she didn’t even have enough time for me! You should really thank her mate,” George added.

Now Michael was looking sorry as he said, “I didn’t know...Thank you, Y/N.”

To you, this “Thank you” sounded like the closure for your unrequited love that lasted for years. “It’s alright,” you replied softly.

“I need to go get a drink. Congratulations mate!” George pulled you away before you started to zone out.

After returning to your table, George just sat on the empty seat next to you. The owner of this seat, Terry was probably already drinking the night away somewhere. You glanced around. Everyone looked so happy, making you a misfit.

George noticed you were zoning out again, “I’m guessing that you don’t want to stay here anymore. How about we sneak out right now?”

You nodded. Yes please.

He held your hand. You thought he was going to apparate you into somewhere else, but he just held your hand and ran out of the wedding. Just like a muggle movie.

Surrounding the wedding venue was a grassland and some small hills. You and George finally stopped running at the highest hill and something came over you. The presence of George just made you comfortable doing crazy silly things that you usually didn’t have the courage to do. You took off your high heels, “I always wanted to try this.” And without hesitating, you rolled off the hill.

George was probably shocked by your sudden action. But he wasn’t shocked for long, because you soon felt someone rolling off the hill, too.

You didn’t even have the time to stand up or move away as George just landed on you. You looked at each other and started laughing. You were both in formal clothings, but you were also both covered in dirt and grass. This was probably the first time in weeks that you were laughing wholeheartedly, not like back at the wedding, when you could only call what you were doing a mere action of pulling the corners of your lips upwards.

“Aren’t you full of surprises.” George laughed as he gently pushed away the hair and grass on your face.

You were speechless for a moment. You were lying on the grass and George was still on top of you. You stared into his deep brown eyes with the breathtaking starry night sky as the background, and memories from fourth year started to come back.

At that time, the Weasley twins were very popular. Well, they were always popular, but you only got to know them during your fourth year. That year and fifth year were the only two years that Michael wasn’t really occupying your mind.

They were older, Gryffindor beaters, and legendary pranksters. It was impossible for you to not notice them. Especially George. He kept appearing in front of you, asking you if their new pranks ideas could work. You didn’t know when did this happened exactly, but he did eventually claim a place in your heart.

Maybe you were a little bit drunk. Maybe it was because the stars were mesmerizing tonight, but you confessed, “Actually, I have more surprises for you. Can I tell you a secret?”

“Oh yea? What is it?”

“It was a long time ago and it’s quite funny actually, but I had a crush on you back at school.” You were blushing, but you hoped that he couldn’t see it.

“Let me guess, was it the year of the Triwizard Tournament?”

You sat up as you were shocked and he sat up with you. “How did you know?”

He chuckled, “You probably don’t remember much about this, but do you remember the night of the Yule Ball? You were so drunk, but you couldn’t find your friends?”

The memories you thought were long gone began to resurface. Your friend group went to the Yule Ball together that year and Michael was also part of it. You still remembered you telling yourself that technically you could still say that you went to the dance with Michael.

That night, someone sneaked a bottle of firewhisky into the dance and you ended up getting drunk. Your friends were probably wasted too since when you finally regained a tiny sense of conscious, they all disappeared. You searched the hallways, with your arms leaning against the walls, trying to find some support. You called their names, but no one answered.

You remembered now. The last person you could remember from that night was George Weasley.

The loss of memory was making you anxious. You started to pull your hair nervously when you asked, “Merlin, what did I do that night??”

He shrugged, as if it was no big deal, “Not much. You told me that you fancy me and you kissed me.”

Your brain went blank. You did what??

He continued, ignoring how you were losing it right now, “Earlier tonight, I heard you say that Michael was the funniest, most interesting, and most amazing person you’ve ever met? If I remembered correctly, you told me the exact same thing that night. Do you say that to everyone? I’m hurt. Thought my feelings were reciprocated that time. Turns out to be a lie...”

He was still ranting, but you only managed to hear one thing he said. He thought his feelings were reciprocated? Did that mean at that time, he fancied you too? To be honest, if Fred and George didn’t leave Hogwarts that early, maybe the person that you loved for years wouldn’t be Michael anymore. Suddenly, you felt like you just wasted all of these years and all of the heartbreaks.

“So...do you still have feelings for me now?” You felt stupid immediately after your words left your mouth. That was years ago and you were asking about it now?

“Why did you think I wanted to be your fake boyfriend today?”

It was sudden and you still wasn’t sure what you were thinking, but you just kissed him, smashing your lips together.

He was shocked for sure, but soon a smirk appeared on his lips, “What’s with you and all these sudden kisses, Y/L/N?” He then pulled you in and kissed you back. This time properly and with more passion, as if you were both trying to make up for all those lost years.

“So did I actually become your ‘tall and handsome boyfriend’?”

“Maybe, if you could just shut up and kiss me.”

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