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rubynationwins · 2 years

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What’s In A Name?

Soft! Ransom Drysdale x PlusSize! Reader

Summary: You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.

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Word Count: 1,617

Warnings: angst, a touch of heat/dirty thoughts, fluff, self-deprecation/body issues, manhandling, swearing, intimidation, mentions of past fight, mentions of past sexual harassment & fat shaming

A/N: This was just supposed to be a drabble but I guess 2 am me was feeling ambitious (and sleep deprived). This one’s a bit more funky, fun, & cute. Trust me though, the next fic w/ this man is gonna be anything but😈 Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

It was about fifteen minutes until closing time and you were helping a man at the counter pick out candies for his daughter. He had told you he wanted to reward her for how hard she’d been working at school so when he saw your shop he had to pop in to grab some sweets. His story had warmed your heart and you were happily wrapping up his choices in a cute little box, finally able to relax after such a tedious day. Unfortunately, all that was ruined when Ransom busted through the door.

“Hey, sugarplum!” Ransom greeted as he sauntered up to the counter like he owned the place. You ignored his dramatic entrance as you rang up the proud father at the register.

Ransom eyed the man warily, noticing how he peaked down your blouse when you leaned forward to hand him the box of sweets. Ransom’s jaw tightened and he glared daggers into the back of the asshole’s head as he walked out the door. As soon as the bell chimed when the door shut, he started in on the prying questions.

“He a regular?” Ransom nodded his head towards the exit.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, first timer. Hopefully, he will be though,” you stated blandly as you began counting up the money in the register.

“Why do you say that, sugarplum? Did you think he was cute?” His voice had a teasing lilt to it, but his eyes zeroed in on you. He analyzed your posture and movements, trying to find any hint that you were interested in that douche.

You rolled your eyes and got back to adding up the day’s earnings. You didn’t have time for Ransom’s needling remarks today. It had already been a stressful enough day without him piling on.

Ransom didn’t take your brush off personally. After years of kinda-friendship, he didn’t take your rolling eyes and silent treatment to heart. In fact, it was fun getting on your nerves sometimes. If he was honest, as long as he got your attention, it was a success in his eyes. All he really wanted was your time, was that too much to ask? And the fact that your luscious curves and cold shoulder set his insides aflame had only a tiny bit to do with it.

“Come on, sugarplum, you know I’m just teasing. We both know you’ll never find anyone half as good as me.” He puffed up his chest, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

You scoffed, “Wouldn’t you like to think so, Ransom? You know, our conversations are always pretty one-sided. For all you know, I’m in a happy relationship and living a blessed life without your annoying presence constantly popping up out of nowhere.”

Ransom didn’t laugh at that. The lazy smile he always sported dropped. He wiped his chin and glanced at the floor as he tried to hide his inner jealousy. He knew you were joking, but your words struck a cord. He moved to the end of the counter and lifted up the divider.

“Ransom, you know you’re not allowed back here, especially without a hairnet,” you chided, finally pulling your focus away from taking inventory. When you looked up and saw his unamused expression, you faltered. It wasn’t often he stared at you like that.

“You got some secret lover I don’t know about, sugarplum?”

Your eye twitched at the irritating nickname. He’d started calling you that when you opened your shop. You didn’t miss the not-so-subtle dig at your rounded figure. It irked you even more coming from a man who looked like a Greek god. He acted like one too-rakish, spoiled, and full of himself.

His pace as he edged towards you was slow and casual, but there was something in the way he purposefully placed every step and the tick in his jaw that warned you to be on high alert.

That was another thing he had in common with mythological gods-he was volatile. No, he’d never hurt you, other than with irritating comments and thinly veiled mean nicknames, but never physically. You’d seen his anger spiral out of control at other people, though. At a club once, some drunk frat dude squeezed your ass and asked for a blow-job and when you told him to fuck off he called you an ungrateful fat bitch. Ransom went mental. When he was finished, the frat guy’s face looked like a swollen, bruised balloon.

Even after that, it took a few days for the angry tension to leave his body. Soon enough, though, he was right as rain and back to his blithe, fuck the rest of the world self. It scared you at times, how quickly he could swing from carefree impudence to hot-tempered rage. He’d never given the slightest indication that he would flip on you, though.

Maybe today was the day, though, with the way his eyes burned under the bright, hanging lights.

As he stalked forward, you put on a placating smile, choosing not to back down to his mock intimidation tactics. You were calling his bluff. “And what if I did? That doesn’t mean I’d have to tell you. You’re not involved in my personal affairs, Ransom.”

His hand slapped down on the hard marble counter at your side and he loomed over you. You were now somewhat regretting the antagonistic route you had taken.

“Very funny, sugarplum. But we both know that’s a lie.” He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “There’s not the slightest chance in hell,” he whispered as he caressed your round cheek with his smooth thumb. His lack of callouses showed that he’d never worked a day in his life.

Now you were pissed. Who was he to be so cocky about your dating life? It made you even angrier that he was right and that for him, the opposite was true. Ransom had women lining up out the door, waiting for him to give them an ounce of attention.

You slapped away his hand. Instead of rising to his assholish comments, you pushed past him. Or, at least, you tried to. The space behind the counter was narrow and it didn’t help that Ransom didn’t turn to make your exit easier. You shimmied around him in the tight space, your body, unfortunately, pressing up against his.

He caught your shoulder, not letting you move past him. He shifted his body to face yours and peered down at your narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong, sugarplum?”

That was it.

“Don’t fucking call me that, Ransom!” You yanked out of his grasp and stormed off. You marched to the front door and swung it open, the bell rattling as you did. “I’m closing up shop. Time for you to leave. Now.”

Ransom followed your pathway but didn’t take a step past the threshold. Instead, he grabbed the side of the shiny door and swung it back shut. You stepped back at the sudden whirlwind, but he caught your wrist before you could get very far.

He flipped the lock and pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around your soft waist as he stared down at you. He would never get tired of holding you. It had been too long of just looking without touching, he was savoring the opportunity.

He titled his head. You could see in his bemused expression that he wasn’t taking your anger seriously. “Why’re you so upset all of a sudden? It’s just a little teasing, nothing different than our normal banter, sugar-”

You cut him off, “-I said not to call me that. I hate your stupid degrading nicknames. It’s not funny.”

Ransom’s brow furrowed, “What the fuck are you talking about? How have I possibly offended you beyond the normal amount? You’re used to me being a dick. It’s part of my charm.”

You glared at his smarmy, perfectly symmetrical face. “It’s not about that. You know exactly what I’m talking about. You think that I don’t see your little inside joke? Sugarplum? Yeah, call the fat chick something round and sickly sweet. It’s bullshit and you know it.”

Ransom scoffed, he had the nerve to fucking scoff at your accusation. “Are you seriously that stupid? You know me well enough to know that I don’t sugarcoat my words. If I wanted to insult you, I’d go right ahead and do it.”

That did nothing to absolve your resentment. “Then what’s with that fucking name, Ransom?”

It took him a moment to respond. He glanced at the floor, looking almost bashful. Was that a blush you saw on his cheeks? “Because I thought it was an adorable name that fit an adorable confectioner. No matter how much of an attitude you throw at me, I know that deep down you’re a little softie. It made sense in my head. Still does. Not to mention, they’re delicious- sweet and plump- ripe for the picking” At that, his eyes bore into you with an intense heat.

You tried to swallow but all the moisture had suddenly left your mouth. This new territory was too strange, too unfamiliar. “Uh-um… Well. I’m glad we cleared that up then.” You squirmed awkwardly under his piercing blue gaze and gave him a tight-lipped smile, “So you can actually leave now.” You attempted to step back, but he held you still.

“I still don’t think you believe me.” He squeezed your waist and you let out a little squeak that made him grin. “Guess I’m just gonna have to show you how much I meant what I said” He leaned down so that your foreheads touched. “I’m gonna gobble you up, sugarplum.”

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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1 + 4 + 23 for the ask gave u just reblogged :3

Hello there! Thanks for the ask! :D

1.) What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

Haha. Same fandom and pairing I'm still obsessed with. Harry Potter fandom and shipping Snarry, 19 years and counting! It's actually only the past 2-3 years I even started reading fics with other main ships, and having interest in other ships. And I only temporarily shifted focus to other fandoms, those being Supernatural then Marvel. But even when I was reading more (and even writing) of another fandom, if you asked me what my fandom was and my OTP I'd still have said HP and Snarry! They've always been my #1 and always will be! <3

4.) Do you outline before you start writing? If so, how far do you stray from that outline?

I do! I even have a general outline for even the smallest of fics (i.e. drabbles), though those might just live in my head. But I don't start until I know what I'm doing and where I'm going. The longer and more complex the story, the longer and more complex my outline will be. But I never jump in unsure of where to start, let alone not knowing the end!

Very rarely do I stray from my outline. I always see outlines as roadmaps so even if things begin to veer off course, I know enough about my destination and my supplies to get back on track. That's why I like outlines so much. But another part of it is that, especially with the HP fandom, I feel like I have a good enough grasp on the characters to not really encounter nasty surprises. My outline was my saving grace in my longest fic, The Best Kept Secrets. I'd have the occasional "uh oh" moment, but I'd get it fixed in a jiffy!

The stories that most caught me off guard were Orange Blossoms and Contempt (funny since they were both posted May 2022!) With Orange Blossoms it was a matter of the story fully developing pretty last minute and not feeling as well prepared as I like to be when starting that project. All the pieces clicked into place and bloomed right before my eyes, right as I sat at the keyboard! It was a quick job throwing together a more robust outline then diving into work.

With Contempt...that one's harder to explain. I've said it before, but I know their full story in that world beginning to end. I've always known where I was going, every step I would take. But the road was longer than I originally thought it was. And I felt underequipped and underprepared. Not enough water, not enough snacks. A lot of rest stops. And "surely just a little further..." I went in overconfident, in some ways. Daunted by the journey, but I'd been planning it for so long, surely it would be alright.

I really expected that fic to be like 3k. Then, as it surpassed that, maybe 6k...Imagine my horror that it ended up at 20k!! Geez Louise, where did that come from?? I've become very proud of my ability to tell a lot of story in a compact space, but more than anything I have to do my work justice, and allow them the space and grace to be what they need to be. And Contempt needed more. Maybe I could have managed it in less words, but you wouldn't have the full grasp of the intensity and the chaos of Harry's mind, would you? It needed to be the long, rambling, twisted road it was. I made it to the finish line exhausted and sore but looking back...it was worth every moment.

So, writing is never easy or predictable, really, but I manage! It's never big mishaps or course-changes I deal with, more a shift in vibe, or a veering a little leftward. Stories might be longer or shorter than I envisioned. They might be darker or fluffier; detailed or vague. They might not be precisely what I envisioned, but they're always what they need to be, and in the end more or less what I had in mind. If that makes sense. 😅 It's never "oh Harry decided to go bungee jumping today when he should have been baking a pie" but maybe "this pie baking is more depressing than I thought it would be."

23.) If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?

Hmmm!! You know, I feel like I've considered this before, but it's always been idle musings, and now that I'm being asked this question...I don't know how to answer! I never want to change much, I think, but more likely a shift in focus. Perhaps writing from an outside perspective, or running off with a background storyline. I don't know I'm rather married to my stories, so I'd never make big sweeping changes I think. Maybe spruce them up a bit.

Though I guess my biggest regret with The Best Kept Secrets was that in the current version I veered off from the original version by making Albus Severus straight. I started worrying too many characters were gay (as if there's any such thing!) (Let them be gay, dang it!!) So maybe I'd rewrite that whole thing and go back to my original vision of Albus Severus and Scorpius hooking up (even though I don't really ship it...maybe Albus and Lorcan Scamander or something, idk, but he'd be gay!!) So yeah that's it I think!

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hanjisick · 2 years

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hi, it’s seungmin fic anon (not so anon anymore)! i created a blog because i felt really encouraged reading your response to my ask. funny thing, i kinda messed up and made a secondary blog instead of changing my main blog, and i panicked and decided to copy everything over because secondary blogs can’t interact with others thru asks or whatever...i wish tumblr was more transparent on that ig lol. or maybe that’s just me.

anyway, thank you so much for saying all that you did because i felt pretty motivated. i haven’t done something like this in a long time, as in try my genuine best at something since life has not been so great for me in the past few years. :,) i’m happy to hear that you don’t receive hate! i’ve been scared of it since i guess imo it’s easily sent when it’s under the guise of tumblr’s anon feature. but i’ve gotten the courage to make a blog and try writing stuff to share thanks to your kind words, and i hope i can make good writings for the time i’m on tumblr. creating it was a lot of fun with the aesthetics and all (i took some inspiration from your blog and credited you for it), and it helped take my mind off some things i couldn’t stop thinking about for a while and all.

i have forgotten how fun it is to do this kind of stuff. i have to emphasize on that because personal life has been hard and i’ve forgotten how to have fun these days other than read fics like yours and dabble in music. so i’d like to thank you for believing in me and giving me the courage to at least try my shot. i mean, it was so much fun i created this blog in a day (as in the links and aesthetics, which is crazy to me).

i hope also with this blog, i’ll start being less...perfectionist about writing, and also stop applying that kind of mindset to a lot of things in life. it can be good but it’s been unhealthy for me for a while since sometimes i do something that’s not worth it to me personally to perfection, and then i work myself to the bone for it. i understand with just staying away from writing for a long time because i have so many unfinished stories in the back burner for months and years on end, all just because they’re not absolutely perfect.

i’ve never thought about comfort zones in writing that way, but it really is true. the only thing is i don’t want to run out of ideas or inspiration, and i don’t want to retell the same story or use the same format a lot. it’s not bad but i want to try to be more creative sometimes. maybe with a blog, i’ll be able to grow as a writer with new ideas from my readers.

thank you so much for the support over my last two asks. you have no idea how much that meant to me. i hope we get to interact more in the future :)) i’m posting my first drabble soon after this ask so i hope you’ll enjoy it when you see it! i got motivated for some reason and wrote it all from scratch today. i also hope my messages (no longer anons haha) cheer you up as well as they did for me 💖💖

i’m so so proud of you for starting a blog! :) i guess you aren’t exactly seungmin fic anon are you. im omw to go like every piece of content u create!

i wish you so much luck on your new blog and hopefully this will send my followers to also support you and your works. i read your first piece and it’s so beautiful! you’re a lovely writer just like i predicted <3

i’ll always look forward to your content and try to support you as much as i can, my fellow writer friend :)

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scarsforsupper · 2 years

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Did somene say "Send Prompt??"!?

Hi,I hope you're doing fine,if I may I have something that maybe can help?[actually it will be probably make things harder cause the prompts I create sometimes are oddly specific or nonsense]

"You're trying to knit a scarf for Viktor's bday,turns out is a conplete disaster,it's even itchy as hecc,though Viktor tries his best to hide it because you did your best and appreciates your hard work."

Feel free to change stuff,make headcanons,a drabble,whatever it makes you comfortable.Take your time ♡

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, and this scarf is...mm, delightful

Viktor x gn! reader (Unchecked and unrevised!!)

wc: 3.6k

HI HI IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! i started on reqs a week ago and i pushed myself to finish it today and post bc its!! my!! birthday!! im finally 18 ^^ a treat for u guys <3 for @togetherhearted

My sunbeam? Is that you?”

Your heart jumped out of your chest at the sound of Viktor’s voice, electricity shooting through your nerves, a blush following immediately. Viktor has always had a way with words—they always leave you feeling fuzzy. A blushing mess.

Before replying to the man to let him know it was indeed you, your hands fumbled with the long wooden sticks, quickly shoving along with it the colorful bunch of yarn and fibers into the little brown case you’ve brought along with you.

“Yes! Yes, it’s me.” You hollered, the sound of the steady taps of his crutch getting louder and louder.

As he rounded the corner of the corridor connecting the door to the main room of the lab, you spun around in your chair to greet him, a mop of brown hair peeking past the wall. The rest of his gangly body came into view as he sauntered over to where you sat.

“How was the meeting?” you probed, attempting to draw his attention away from the small suitcase you’ve placed behind you.

Scrunching his nose in reply, “Not so good,” he sighed, “it appears Heimerdinger isn’t fond of having our recent innovations out to the public just yet.”

Melancholy dripped from his mouth and into your heart, it broke you to find out that all those late nights spent in the lab might as well be for naught.

Furrowed brows were evident in your features as rose from your chair and stepped towards him. You wrapped your arms around his sleek figure, palms resting on either shoulder blade.

"I'm so sorry, Vik." You mumbled against his waistcoat.

He chuckled softly, "You didn't do anything wrong, love." He coiled his unoccupied arm around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. He breathed in your scent, vanilla. Calming to the max.

"I know... it's just- I can't believe that you just got thrown off the right to reap what you've sowed—" at this point, you were fuming, "—all those sleepless nights, missing out on meals, literally working your best, and this is what you get?"

Viktor sensed your breathing increase greatly, your short outburst already manifesting physically. He slowly traced a finger up and down your spinal column, the other hand's thumb drawing small circles into your waist in an effort to calm you down.

You pressed the side of your head to his chest, ear directly above where his heart is, slow thumps easing you down.

"And tomorrow's your birthday..."

Yes, tomorrow is Viktor's birthday—which brings us back to whatever the hell you were attempting to create with the yarn you had purchased weeks ago.

In preparation for your lover's big day, you had decided to produce something that would hopefully be of good use to him—more so that the winter has been especially harsh this year. You figured you could have just bought something, but you were feeling sappy as you thought of what to give as a present for him.

You had gone to the market for your monthly restocking of perishables and non-perishables when you came across an unfamiliar yet striking stall that traded crafts materials for a few gold coins.

They had blazing crimson rows of wool, bright yellow balls of thread being spun, deep cerulean weaves hung in one corner, rich brown fabrics pinned for display—the little kiosk was a rainbow in itself; it housed the most vibrant hues you have ever seen with your eyes.

It was no question that you were by no means an artist, nor were you involved in any of the creative arts—but that didn’t mean that you were absolutely uneducated in the field. You knew bits of this and scraps of that, but you never really delved much into it. You were more of what people called ‘left-brained,’ focusing more on the analytical and logical aspect of things.

As a young scholar, your heart immediately sought out the natural and applied sciences: Robotics, Biochemistry, Engineering—the likes. You were one of those students that stayed behind after each lecture, opting to linger around to get homework and projects done, taking advantage of the presence of the professor to ask questions and to clear concerns. The fondness towards the scientific courses soon grew into a full-blown passion for discovery and knowledge. You graduated as one of the top students in the field of techmaturgy, which granted you the privilege of having your very own research laboratory in the academy grounds—which is where you were currently in at the moment—and what led you to the first encounter with the love of your life.

Viktor had his own lab that he shared with Jayce Talis, courtesy of Heimerdinger and Councilor Medarda’s approval. Being the dean’s assistant had its perks, but having his own research office did not count as one of them. He had only gotten his own area when he and Jayce proved that fabricating the arcane was indeed possible; he had shared an office with the dean only until then.

“On the bright side,” Viktor muttered, slightly pulling away from the embrace to hold you at arm’s length, one palm resting on your shoulder as he kept the other on his crutch to stabilize himself, “I wouldn’t have to spend tomorrow night writing up license manuscripts.” He looked at you with bright eyes, his brows relaxed and a small smile rested on his lips.

He studied your expression with great focus, searching for signs of either relief or discomfort—heart hoping for the former.

Your mouth turned up slightly as your eyes crinkled in joy, and he took that as a sign to continue.

“However, I am to spend the afternoon at work, we still have to clean up the lab and return everything to their respective whereabouts—we did acquire quite a few tools and hazardous materials that require immediate safekeeping when not in use.”

“Excellent!” You quipped, almost not letting him finish. It was a marvelous coincidence; now you would have enough time to finish what you were desperately trying to fabricate.

Viktor was surprised, he was expecting a gloomy reply, or perhaps a sunken expression to etch its way onto your face, but none of those occurred. It was quite the opposite, actually. A peculiar grin was present instead. He wasn’t offended, or disappointed—no, that’s not very much like him at all. If anything, he was curious. Intrigued. What could possibly make you feel relieved that he would be gone for the day, more so that it’s on his birthday?

There was only one seemingly appropriate answer to that: you were preparing something for him. Something that he was to not know of until then.

It only intrigued him further; the prospect of the unknown. It scratched that perfect spot in his scientist brain, gave him something to ponder and think about. Create theories about.

As fun as it would be to exercise his ability to crack you open—he likes to exploit that sometimes—he knew better than to do that. So he pouted instead.

"Excellent? That I'm gone for the whole day, save for the night?" He playfully scoffed, the huff racking through his body making his leg brace squeak in protest.

"My, I must say, I am thoroughly hurt," his voice rasped as he adjusted one arm on the handle of his crutch, the other one on his chest, emphasizing his words. "Such venomous words..."

"Oh, my apologies," you couldn't hold in your laughter as it rang throughout the room, the beautiful sound music in Viktor's ears. Oh, how he loved the raw sound of your unhinged laughter, he always felt as if he'd slept a full 8 hours after hearing such wondrous resonance.

The two of you laughed your hearts away for the rest of the evening, only ceasing when it was time to head to the warm apartment the two of you shared.

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Knitting was never your strong suit.

Marked with an 'X' on the calendar was the 29th of December—today. It's finally Viktor's birthday.

It was a bright morning despite the snow that fell upon the city of Piltover (and whatever parts of Zaun it could reach). It was light, which was what enabled sunshine to come through. The chill of winter stayed, but it was refreshing—and beautiful to bask in the bright of day, the whiteness of powder-soft snow glowing as the light hit every fractal.

You were stationed on the carpet just below the foot of the bed, a window to your right. It let in the perfect amount of light for your tedious project, you can't afford to make a mistake on this one. Though you most definitely already have. Many times.

You continued looping yarn after yarn, grips on the knitting needles unrelenting as you ransacked your brain for the lectures you've heard in a Home Economics class you sat in for the sake of learning how to efficiently live independently. You started at around 8 in the morning, a few minutes past when Viktor left for work.

You'd greeted him the moment the clock struck twelve the night before, and in the morning you'd greeted him with breakfast in bed knowing he won't spare a minute in the lab even for a quick snack. Good-bye kisses ensued as the two of you went on with your itinerary for the day: him, laboratory work, and you, this fucking handmade scarf.

It was like a trial by fire; it was testing each and every ounce of patience you've got. Ever since you started, random knots and out-of-place strands have been popping here and there, making it look like a damn foot rag. The only thing that could possibly one-up it was that it was soft on the hands, like a hand towel.

What you did forget to consider was that the skin on the neck was way more delicate—not to mention sensitive.

You were so keen on finishing your little project as soon as possible that you'd lost track of time; you were almost done, just a few more knots here-

And there.

In your hands lay a bunched-up maroon and navy-blue striped scarf—the product of your love. And stress.

Not bad for a first-timer, you thought.

To be fair, it did look decent enough to be gifted to someone, save for a few knots and loose threads here and there.

You had only started to feel the strain creeping up on your nerves from the prolonged hunching of your back and folding of your legs; you were too immersed in knitting that your brain had started to ignore every sensation but the materials in your hands.

Only then did it the realization dawn upon you as you glanced out the window, that the sun had begun to set—Viktor could arrive any minute. It didn’t even occur to you to remember when exactly you had gotten up to switch on the lights.

You scrambled onto your knees as you reached for the brown wooden suitcase, hurriedly stuffing the extra balls of yarn and knitting needles, pair of shears and measuring tool. Shutting the box close, you pushed it under the bed as you grabbed the finished scarf and sat on the edge of the bed. You folded the scarf evenly and placed it on Viktor's pillow, after which you headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee for two.

You poured hot water over the filter as you felt your heart rate come down from its previous riled state. As you turned to the cabinets, the sound of the main door creaking joined the squeak of the cabinet door. With a bottle of sweetmilk in hand, you spun on your heel towards the counter when you found yourself face to face with a very eager and joyous looking Viktor.

Your shoulders jumped microscopically—you didn't even hear the soft thuds of his crutch against the wooden flooring of your apartment, only the door, was all.

"Jesus, Vik, I almost dropped your sweetmilk." You half laughed-half sighed, breath fanning his face as he inched even closer, just until about an inch was all there was between the two of you.

"Mm... and would you get angry if it did?" He mumbled, deep voice rich in his accent, you swore your knees almost buckled were it not for the invisible support his body had on yours.

"Birthday or not, I could never get angry at you," you leaned in and pressed a sweet yet short kiss on his lips before pulling away, "Happy Birthday, my love."

He kissed you in response, free hand snaking around your waist. You smiled against his lips, tongues barely dancing against teeth. You pulled away and pressed one last kiss before fully detaching yourself from him, his head following yours in pursuit of more.

The scarf. The scarf. You slipped away from his grasp, placing the bottle on the counter behind him. Things would have escalated very quickly if you hadn't pulled away—it’s not that you didn't want to—god knows how much you crave for him just as how he craves for you. But you had other things planned for today. And besides, sex could come later. Like a dessert; the cherry on top.

Viktor watched as you turned to face him, hands behind your back, supporting your frame as you leaned on the kitchen island.

You could no longer control your excitement, a large grin making its way on your face.

“Actually,” you spoke, voice sweet and soft like milk and honey, “I made a little something for you.”

Aha, Viktor thought, he got you right where he wanted. He played along, knowing that you spent so much effort in keeping the element of surprise—he didn’t want to water you down.

“A present? For me?” His eyes wide and his pupils blown. He was so in love with you.

You smiled back at him, relieved that he seemed just as enthusiastic as you.

“I’ll go fetch it.” At that, you left the kitchen.

Viktor followed you on your way to the bedroom. He’d caught sight of the neatly folded scarf on his pillow upon his arrival, but hadn’t paid much attention to it—he thought you had bought it from a clothing retailer—he had absolutely no idea that you had made it yourself. You just managed to catch him off guard even when he knew you were planning a surprise.

The scarf looked amazingly decent—at least when he was 10 feet away.

But now that he held it in his hands, he lost all words in his mental dictionary.

You had placed the scarf meekly into his palms as soon as he was close enough, you hadn’t had the words to say, so you decided the action would speak for itself. When he hadn’t muttered a single sound—only tossing and turning the fabric, smoothing it out, and stretching it carefully before him did you decide that it would be time to speak.

“Do you…do you like it?” You breathed, nervous that your little creation was a complete disaster.

It was. But Viktor wouldn’t say that. He would never admit that. To be fair, it wasn’t a complete disaster; it just…simply had a few too many mishaps. Which wasn’t a problem, at all! What mattered to him was the effort you put in and the love you had poured while making it.

“Is it alright? I-I did lose count of my rows a few times but I did focus a lot more!” At this point you were rambling. What if he didn’t like it? “I may have done it a little too tight in some areas but I can fix it if you wa-“

“It’s perfect.”

“W…what?” What?

You looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

“You like? It?” Oh god. He likes it!?

Viktor examined you as you stared him back. Pure love and appreciation were evident in those rich golden irises of his—a feature you adored so much. To see love in his eyes was like lying on a cool patch of grass during the summer, the scent of fresh morning dew and citrus distinct in the air.

He rested his crutch on the nightstand and placed the scarf back on the bed as he hobbled closer to you.

With all his heart (and a very thick accent,) Viktor reassured you as he took you into his arms, “I love it. I love it so much,” he cupped your cheek with one hand and stabilized himself with the other on your waist, “thank you.”

He finished with a sweet, warm kiss on your forehead, traces of his cedarwood perfume making its way to your nostrils.

Before crossing off gift-giving from your list, you first wanted to see what it would look like if he wore the scarf; you wanted to make sure he didn’t look stupid when you’d set off for your dinner date in town.

“Will you…” you stalled, shy eyes studying his face, your gaze alternated between the mole below his right eye and the one above his lip. It was a habit you couldn’t seem to break—settling on his beauty marks whenever you feel embarrassed or nervous. As your lover, Viktor was not unaware of this. In fact, he always seemed to catch on the second you lower your gaze from his eyes—and he’d immediately get to work on soothing you.

“…wear it?”

“Why, yes I would! I’d wear it every time I go out.” Viktor proudly spoke, prolonging the 'every.'

Your heart swelled at his statement, giggling as you rephrased it for him, “I mean, will you try it on? Here? Now?”

It was his turn to laugh.

"And I would do that, too"

He reached for the piece of knitted cloth he'd placed on the bedside table minutes ago, his senses registering the wooly texture of the yarns you used. He was almost sure it was going to provide him with the utmost comfort on the harshest of days; wrapping him with warmth and the love you had created it with—as if it were your own arms around him.

Almost.

Anticipation clutched your heart like a vice as you watched him carefully wrap the delicate fabric around his neck, tucking in the last few feet under the new swirl that constricted around him like a snake. It was almost adorable; you wished it lived up to how snug it appeared.

And it did, at first. Viktor felt blissfully warm. It was soft to the skin, and it covered what the cold loved to prey on first.

"I can't help but wonder," he inquired, "of all gifts, why a scarf? Much less, a handmade one?"

It wasn't that Viktor didn't appreciate something that wasn't ready-made or store-bought—it just had a homey feel to it—and he couldn't quite place the forlorn feeling of nostalgia that was starting to hit him like a brick. It just didn't seem orthodox for you to indulge in artistic craftsmanship. He knew you like the back of his palm—and he knew that you weren't the most artistically inclined.

"I remember you told me once... it was a long time ago, you probably wouldn't remember—but you told me-" you were staring at his mole again.

"Breathe with me, you're doing great."

Sucking in a breath at his instruction, you continued, "You told me that your mother was a craftsman. An artisan."

Oh lord... was that why you picked a handmade scarf as a present for him?

"I wanted to make something meaningful that would remind you of...well, home."

He did tell you stories of his mum. That she was the brightest and most creative artisan in all of Runeterra. You could recall just how starry his eyes would get and the glee that sang in his voice whenever he mused about her.

He loved her so much.

The soft glow that emanated from the window behind you as the sun dipped into the horizon definitely didn't help the newfound adoration for you that was starting to paint you in a new light. It was all coming together now, and it definitely scratched the itch in his brain.

Speaking of which, just as the itch in his brain was scratched, a new one formed. And it was coming from the skin under the fabric.

Viktor craned his neck—he didn't want to pay any mind to it—hoping it would somehow disappear if he continued ignoring it. But it didn't.

Miniscule tingling soon turned into full-blown discomfort; the prickling sensation ravaged around his neck like a lion would a helpless gazelle. It didn't help that you were fawning over him, eyes bright and vivid as you admired the way it looked on him.

"Wear it out to dinner later, hm?" You chirped, "I'm taking you out to town tonight."

Oh, my sweet pie, tell me how I'd last with this caterpillar—very lovely caterpillar—around my neck. But god forbid he say that. He saw right through your actions how much you'd anticipated for him to wear it, just as how you'd put the thought and meaning into making it—with your very own hands and sweat.

He smiled as he stretched his neck once more, pushing the irritating sensation of the threads in the yarn to the back of his mind; he could deal with it. As long as he had you by his side, he knew he could deal with anything. That was just how the two of you worked—you were the strength of each other.

A hand extended to you in invitation.

"Then, shall we?"

#viktor x you #viktor x reader #viktor #viktor league of legends #viktor lol #viktor arcane #viktor arcane x reader #arcane x reader #league of legends x reader #league of legends #jayce lol #arcane #lol #jayce talis #i cant write short pieces for shit #but ill do my best

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jellifysh · 2 years

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I wasn’t okay the past few weeks and also just got back from a 3 day vacation so I’ve only just cuaght up with GBIST now AND OMG? WHAT! I FEEL LIKE THE STORY WAS FAST FORWARDED! KSNGHGKLA NOT THAT THAT’S A BAD THING BUT I JUST WASN’T EXPECTING EVERYTHING TO SUDDENLY PROGRESS.

Also a fake marriage main plot suddenly? AHHHHHH— I MUST HAVE BEEN TELEPORTED TO A GBIST AU 🤡💀but ugh yes i love how mc & joon’s family juat approved like kshfhfjka all the main tropes i love are being hella checked off with gbist

BUT OMG IM ALSO JUST REALLY THRILLED THEY’VE ALL FINALLY GOT THEMSELVES INTO A RELATIONSHIP. 😌 OFFICIALLY.

I was just about to say I’m so excited to wait until 4am today for the update but I realized it won’t be posted today 🙈

But I am super looking forward to the smut as well because wow. The sexual tension has been 👏 b u i l d i n g 👏

🔥 warning for a sexual imagination / description (feel free to not post jic its too much 😅 🔥

And like I just imagine that mc must’ve not received orgasms from ex based on what we know about him so I just imagine mc being so shy to receive pleasure from someone else aside from herself…and maybe also while they have sex, she admits that she has masturbated while in the house? And has (guiltily) gotten herself off to the thought of them including her in their sexual life. And like they urge her to tell them her fantasies as they try to give her another orgasm. Just. Ugh. The resolving of their sexual tension 🥵 or maybe they even use her toys on her? Or maybe use them on each other???

Or even maybe having mc masturbate to maybe vmin making out? Because they’re the biggest tease? Or maybe having mc have a wet dream while she was seated on yoongi’s lap while working? So she’d be grinding on yoongi in her sleep and things progress from there? And namjoon enters the studio and kajdhfjdka then for jin i imagine mc just getting lost in observing jin’s hands as he feeds her? And like maybe she starts licking up his fingers and things just escalate? Or maybe with hobi, it’d be something like he’s teaching mc some dance and she starts getting turned on as she watches him. She’s practically panting when hobi grabs her to dance and like the music suddenly turns into a super seductive song (think like the weekend songs) and they kinda just tease each other. Hobi’s hands on her waist slowly slipping closer to her core as they finally kiss? And mc pushing her core closer to hobi’s hard on? 🥵🥵🥵 and for joon? I imagine them reconnecting and just a sweet & passionate scene. Like mc body worship but also mc wanting to give back to namjoon bc it was him accepting her to live with them that allowed everything to happen. So she was the one who figured out how much joon liked it when she used to ride him & how he likes getting sucked. So like i imagine after joon eats her out, she says that i also wanna taste you and deep throats him, ends up in a 69 and kdnfnfkam 🥵

(Im so sorry akfjntks can you tell im a horny mess w a thing for voyeurism/exhibitionism lahfkdhfhsja 🤡) i should stop. Needless to say….im hella excited

🐤 anon

lmao i wasnt expecting all that but I won't complain, you guys are giving me such good ideas for future drabbles. I'm so glad that you're caught up again and I hoped you enjoyed your vacation, I did fast forward the story a bit, bc 1) I felt like it was starring to drag out and 2) I didn't want to have the story unfinished while heading into exam season bc I know I wouldn't be able to devote as much time to my writing. I really want to go back and wrote about the wedding details, I have this really cute drabble planned out for you reconnecting with Namjoon's parents and mother daughter bonding 🥰

I have the scenes planned already for the chapter, but I would totally be down for a future scenario of that yoongi idea, and that Jin idea, maybe I could do that food play thing someone else asked for? And omg the mc getting off to them 🤭 they would never let her live tht down, but I think it makes it better if she just hasn't done anything this whole time and they just just have their fun with showing her what she's been missing out on,, and your spot on about the ex, I think even when they were "happy" together, he just wasn't an attentive lover. But the boys definitely will be

There are no toys this chapter 😔 a future vmin teasing scenario could definitely include them tho. And I was actually thinking of something like that hobi idea for college au so I'm saving that, but I totally love it!

And her and joon will be reconnecting in their solo scene, the theme of this chapter is body worship for sure, and sksksks "69-ing" is actually just so funny to me, like I know its a real thing but I can't take it seriously, it seems so awkward lol there is riding, but joon is not the one who eats her out and thats all I'm saying 😌

#thanks for the ask!#🐤 anon

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taephilia · 4 years

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note: reposting/translating of my work is not allowed under any circumstances. all of my work is protected under this, please adhere to all guidelines otherwise there will be consequences

warning: gender-neutral reader unless otherwise specified. i try my best to make my descriptions of the reader as ambiguous as possible but if you see anything specific to race/ethnicity/gender/etc. that is not stated in the fic’s warnings, please let me know so i can fix it!

reminder: some fics are linked to my main bc that’s where i originally posted them (these are indicated with a *)

requests: open!

last updated: may 21, 2021

S E O K J I N

oversized* → fluff, slice of life

↳ your bed may be warm but jin is warmer

through time and space → fluff, angst, sci-fi, adventure | time travel au, doctor who au

↳ as a universe-renown time traveller, you’ve seen countless faces, heard hundreds of names, but one has always stayed with you, following you like a shadow: kim seokjin

N A M J O O N

citrus → fluff, slice of life, strangers to friends to lovers | college au | series

↳ a look into your relationship with kim namjoon, the shy STEM major in your literature class

J I M I N

underneath the moonlight* → fluff, slice of life

↳ jimin swears you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen

T A E H Y U N G

daisies* → fluff, slice of life

↳ exploring the forest with taehyung (inspired by 2019 season’s greetings)

for you* → fluff | soulmate au, reincarnation au

↳ “i would wait a thousand years for you.”

take a seat* → fluff, slice of life | billionaire au

↳ taehyung wants you to sit on his lap ↳ a silver and gold drabble

silver and gold* → smut | billionaire au

↳ when you look up into taehyung’s eyes, they’re as dark as the suit on his body, and when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice is as low as the neckline of your dress

carnival lights → horror/thriller | college au

↳ you and your friends decide to have one last adventure together but things are always different at night

temporary fix → smut | demon au

↳ you just wanted to have a good time. taehyung wanted to watch you fall from grace

J U N G K O O K

red wine* → fluff | college au

↳ you don’t understand why jungkook likes red wine so much

lost (myself) & found (you) → fluff | soulmate au (based off of kimi no na wa)

↳ jungkook isn’t the type to go chasing after fairy tales but today, he just might be

#isabelle.txt #masterlist

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years

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Taddy drabble!!!!!

Okay, remember this post from yesterday about how @hockeysometimes and I accidentally created 3 OC tadpoles for the frogs’ senior year? I accidentally ficced. And it got sort of long.

May I present, tadpole number one: Sebastián “Nando” Hernandez!!!! This started because I said, you know what, there should be a baby gay tadpole when Nursey and Dex are seniors and then they love and cherish him like their adopted child. Thus Nando was born. As promised, I’ll make a post telling you more about Nando and his fellow two tadpoles soon. For now, have this sickeningly soft random fluff, in which Nando comes across some gay shit going down at Annie’s between his captain and said captain’s assistant-captain-slash-best-friend.

Nando loves his classes.

He picked his schedule last spring, at the Samwell admitted students day, and, like, okay, he was a little nervous about it, because how are you supposed to pick classes for a major that determines your job for the rest of your life when you haven’t even graduated high school yet?— But. He did a good job. Because his freshman fall semester schedule is the shit.

Tuesdays are the best, and today is Tuesday, so his spirits are high. He gets out of Soc 101 at 10:30, and he has an entire, like, six hours before he even needs to start thinking about hockey practice. Hockey practice is one of the best parts of any day, by the way, because he gets to see his friends.

He can’t believe it. It’s the middle of October, and he still can’t believe it. Walking across Samwell’s main quad after class, he takes it all in. He’s really here. He’s really in college. He’s almost two thousand miles away from home, and he misses Mama and his sisters a whole boatload, but he’s here. He’s in college, and he’s studying sociology, and he’s playing D1 hockey, and he’s not sure he’s ever been happier.

He’s in such a good mood today, actually, that he thinks it necessitates Annie’s. He’s only been at Samwell for two months, but already he’s perfected his order. They make a mocha frappe with cinnamon that’s honestly the drink of the gods.

Okay, he reasons with himself. Annie’s it is. And then homework. Later. But first, Annie’s. He deserves this.

He’s going to gain his freshman fifteen solely because of Annie’s.

And then Dex will kick his ass. Nando isn’t scared of his captain, exactly; he’s been in enough settings with him to know that Dex is a really nice guy, and he’s been instrumental in welcoming Nando to Samwell. But he’s also seen him on the ice, fiercely debating linesmen on bad calls and getting in scuffles and doling out checks to the members of opposing teams with particularly hateful chirps. He’s a great leader. Nando just isn’t so sure he’d want to get on his bad side.

He just. He really wants to impress the seniors, okay? They’re, like, the coolest guys ever.

Nando reaches into his pocket for his phone, but there are no new messages. He checks his thread with his boyfriend, but Nate left him on read at 9:21 this morning and hasn’t gotten back to him yet— which he never used to do, really, not before Nando left for Samwell. He’s trying not to read into it too much. Nate is busy, after all. He’s at U of Arizona, much closer to home, doing big things. He doesn’t have as much time to text, and that’s okay.

Or— at least that’s what he’s been telling himself.

It’s okay. He tucks his phone away. Nate will get back to him eventually. Even though the gaps between his replies have been getting larger… and larger… and larger.

He knew coming to college with a long-distance boyfriend would be hard, but. Jeez.

His team doesn’t know about Nate. Not really. He would be lying if he said that his decision to come play for Samwell wasn’t influenced at least a little by Eric Bittle and the 2016-17 team, being in the news so much for the first openly gay NCAA captaincy. He was reading the stories before he even got his acceptance letter. He’s not sure he’s ever felt more inspired by another hockey player.

And besides, this is Samwell. It’s one of the queerest colleges in the country, on top of the hockey team’s reputation for acceptance. So really, he shouldn’t be afraid to tell his new teammates he’s gay.

It’s just. Hockey is hockey. And Eric Bittle graduated.

He has some surviving memories from, well, an entire childhood of being a queer, Latino hockey player, and it wasn’t a fun time.

He’ll get there. Eventually.

And besides, he tells himself, he isn’t worrying about that today. Today he’s going to Annie’s, and getting a frappe. The sun shines on his face, and the trees are turning every color.

It’s a good day.

Nursey loves his boyfriend.

For a number of reasons, but especially right now. He’s about three sweet-talking sentences away from getting Dex to share a bite of his French toast. They’re tucked into the corner booth at Annie’s— their booth, really; they’ve staked a claim to it every time they come here ever since they got back to campus for senior fall. It’s tiny, and barely spacious enough for two 6’2 hockey players to squeeze themselves into, but Nursey sits across from him and their knees press together under the table, and all is right in the world.

“Look, babe,” Nursey says, spreading his hands out on the table. “All I’m saying is, that little crust right there with the powdered sugar—” He points to the bite of toast in question on Dex’s plate. “I’ve got my eye on it.”

Dex rolls his eyes at him. There’s a smile on his freckly face, and in the warm light of the dining room, he’s every autumn color imaginable, fiery red hair to plaid, maroon button-down to amber eyes like pools of sunlight. For the past three years, Nursey spent his entire friendship with Dex trying to train himself not to stare, to rid himself of the wants for a boy he never thought he could have. This summer, that changed. Now he can have him, does have him— so he can look. Why not look?

Dex is a fucking catch.

He’s pointing with his fork toward Nursey’s own plate. All that remains of what once was there are a few whole-grain breadcrumbs. “I don’t know if you’d noticed,” Dex says, “but you had your own food.”

“Will,” Nursey groans. “I’m still hungry. I just want to taste it.”

Dex cuts into his last stack of toasts, and Nursey glues his eyes to them. Annie’s does French toast right— brioche bread with just the right amount of egg wash, pan-fried and then dusted with powdered sugar and drizzled with syrup. Nursey is pretty sure his mouth is watering.

And Dex is right. He did have his own food. But—

“It’s not my fault,” Dex continues, between bites of toast, “that you insist on getting hipster toast every time we come in here.”

Nursey puts a hand on his heart, like he’s been shot. “Dexy, avocado toast is part of my aesthetic.”

“Jesus Christ.” Dex sighs. “Why am I dating you?”

Nursey grins, rubbing his foot against Dex’s sneaker under the table. “Because you love me.”

Dex rests his cheek in one hand, and Nursey is suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to lean across the table and kiss each of his freckles, one by one. He watches Dex pass judgement over him, eyes lingering on him bemusedly, mouth curving up to the dimple on the left side of his face. For a few seconds, he’s quiet, and Nursey doesn’t break eye contact. He’s in love with that look in Dex’s eyes.

Then, finally, Dex stabs the crust Nursey has been eyeing with his fork, holds it across the table, and announces, “I hate you.”

“I know.” Nursey beams. Through the power of his charm, he’s getting exactly what he wanted. He knew it’d come to this, all along.

Dex feeds him the little nugged of powdered, syrupy crust, and it tastes just as overly sweet as the gesture is, and Nursey has never loved anything more. “Mmmm,” he groans as he swallows. “That shit is delightful. Thanks, baby.”

“You’re a sweet-talker,” Dex mutters, still grinning, as he returns to his plate to finish it off.

“But you fall for it,” Nursey points out. “Every time. So who’s whipped in this arrangement?”

“Both of us,” Dex replies. His cheeks are flushed pink, but his smile remains.

“I tend to agree,” Nursey says, then reaches for his free hand and takes it in his own. He pulls it across the table, then plants a kiss on each knuckle, plus one, two, three of his favorite freckles. Dex’s hand, like the rest of him, is covered in them. Nursey has written enough poems about them to fill a book.

In fact, he maybe feels one coming on right now. He tucks the idea into storage in his brain for later, when he’ll inevitably wind up scribbling all over a notebook in a pile of leaves outside the Haus for two hours before practice.

God, he fucking loves this place.

He presses Dex’s palm to his own face; Dex’s fingers curl into the touch and caress his cheek. “Ah, my Will,” he hums. “Where would I be without my stolen bites of your French toast.”

Dex points his fork at him menacingly. “Don’t even think about it,” he says. “That was your ration for the day. This is my breakfast.”

“Hey!” Nursey beams, still holding his hand to his stubbly cheek. There are callouses all over Dex’s fingers. Before this, before Dex, he didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with a pair of hands. “Did I say anything about asking for another piece?”

“No.” Dex mops up the last of his syrup with the very last piece of his toast. His eyes twinkle like the sunrise as he looks up at Nursey. “But I know you were thinking it.”

Nursey kisses the inside of his palm. “Rude.”

Dex laughs into his hand, smiling from ear to giant ear, and Nursey really fucking loves his boyfriend.

Annie’s is crowded.

It always is. Or at least that’s what Nando has inferred from his two months on campus. The line stretches almost, but not quite, to the door. He weighs the merits of long line versus mocha frappe— is it worth it?— but then watches two girls go by him holding their drinks, each with tall stacks of whipped cream atop them, and he decides, yeah. Definitely worth it.

So he waits in line. He should have texted Rhodey to ask if he wanted to come with him, but then again, Rhodey is still probably asleep. He’s pretty sure his roommate-slash-teammate is nocturnal.

The coffee shop is buzzing with students, a sea of maroon Samwell merchandise, groups of friends clustered around tables or piled into booths.

Nando grins at the scene. It’s such a postcard of college. Some are hunched over homework; others scroll through their phones or laptops, and still others are just talking, laughing, enjoying each other’s company. There are art kids, and jocks, and fierce academic types, and— oh, wait— is that Nursey?

Nando squints. Yes, it is! There’s no mistaking that green hat. It sits atop his teammate’s familiar head of undercut curls; Nursey is in the back booth, and he’s— oh! He’s sitting across from Dex.

Nando almost waves at his teammates, but a.) they’re not looking at him, and b.)... something he’s never seen before, he realizes, is happening.

Because the thing is, they’re not looking at him, but they’re not looking at anything else, either. In fact, their eyes are all each other’s, as they sit mere feet apart across the small booth. Dex is resting his cheek in one hand, looking across the table at him, and Nursey is beaming at him, eyes crinkled and face soft, like— like—

— like he’s looking at the love of his life.

Nando widens his eyes. All of a sudden, he feels like he’s seeing something he isn’t supposed to be seeing. Nursey says something to Dex, who rolls his eyes but smiles at the same time. He proceeds to fork something off of his plate and hand the fork across the table to Nursey, who eats the bite of whatever Dex is offering clean off without hesitation.

Nando blinks.

This looks gay.

Really gay.

His theories are confirmed when, a few seconds later, Nursey picks up Dex’s hand and kisses it several times. Nando looks away, lest he catch one of their eyes, but then again, it’s not like either of them seem to be planning to look anywhere but at each other anytime soon. His awkward aversion of his gaze only lasts a second, because when he sneaks a glance back at them, he has to marvel at how soft Dex looks— his cheeks are freckled and pink, and he looks so at ease with Nursey, like he has no other care in the world. It’s an extension of the dynamic Nando has already observed between them— they’re best friends, and he knows this. He just had no idea that they were more than best friends.

Nando pauses in line. Logically, he knew that Nursey was queer. He’s open about it, proud of it, and he gave Nando and the other tadpoles the no homophobic bullshit, this is Samwell, have your teammates’ backs speech on day one of preseason. It was a breath of fresh air for Nando, and he’s sort of been looking up to him ever since.

But Dex?

At the table, Dex has his hand pressed to Nursey’s face, like it’s a prized possession. Nando has never seen that soft smile on his captain before.

“Hey.” Someone nudges him, very lightly, in the backpack from behind. “Dude, you can move up.”

“Oh.” Nando snaps out of it— the line has moved on without him, and he’s left a gaping, empty space in the middle of it. “Sorry,” he says to the person behind him, and then steps forward.

He can still see Nursey and Dex from his new spot in line.

His stomach turns. He misses Nate, watching them together.

His phone still has no new messages, just Read 9:21 AM.

But here are Nursey and Dex, in plain sight at Annie’s, canoodling— there is no better word for it— with each other, being a couple, despite all the odds, all the stereotypes, everything everyone thinks hockey players are supposed to be. Here are his captains, the team leaders, seniors, sharing something that even in this brief glance Nando knows is precious beyond words.

He wonders, for a split second, if he should say something, the next time he sees them. Tell him he looks up to them. That he’s grateful to feel so safe here.

But watching them with their breakfast, he decides against it. He’s seeing this before they’ve chosen to reveal it to him, and that should happen on their own terms.

Nursey throws his head back in a laugh. Dex grins like he’s just won the Stanley Cup.

No, Nando won’t say anything. This is something too precious to intrude on.

For now, he smiles, and he waits in line for his frappe.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #omgcp fic #poindextears writes #nurseydex #dexnursey #william poindexter #derek nurse #nandoooooooo #nobody touch me i'm still crying over captain dex #oc taddies

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jadeile-writes · 3 years

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Fanfic Progress Update 138

Hello, everyone! No glimpses into any fic at the end for now, cause I don’t have anything I care to show at the moment. Eventually, tho.

Current WIPs:

Rolling with it (work name)

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Summary (temporary): Link finds out that Revali doesn’t understand sign language, so he decides to get through a conversation by miming and showing emotions, just this once. Turns out Revali is (slightly) less of an asshole once he understands the reason behind Link’s quietness. Link/Revali.

Progress: Okay, so turns out I have three “complete” (we’ll get to that) chapters and one WIP, and the last time I touched the fic was over two years ago. I had them all in one doc for some reason, so the first thing I did was separate them into four docs to make managing them easier. That’s when I found out that the chapter lengths are all over the place.

So, the first two chapters are a bit short of the chapter lenght I prefer these days but that’s fine; they’ll gain the missing length easily through editing, considering how much editing I’ll want to do to bring them up to my current writing quality. The fourth chapter is half the lenght of a regular chapter, but it’s a WIP, so that’s perfectly fine; it’s still missing some of the intended content. But the third... the third mofo is also only half a chapter in lenght, but was considered finished anyway D:< Of course editing it will increase the word count by default, but bruh. It won’t magically make the word count double itself. So here’s hoping the content in it is easily expanded, cause it’ll need to be expanded by a lot. Not looking forward to that at this point, cause motherf-

Anyway, today’s actual progress was on editing the first chapter. It’s shaping up well so far and has increased in word count in a satisfying way. It’s not yet finished, but I certainly won’t need to bend over backwards to get the word count up to snuff, as it’s accumulating very naturally through editing alone. A few extra words from reshaping a sentence to flow better here, an entirely new sentence for flavour there, a new paragraph of additional depth there... This is gonna be good, u guise!

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 28 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 27th of November. Chapter 29 is technically written, but I’ll need to look it over to see if I want to tweak it before I can call it done. The scheduled posting date is Some Friday, and there will be a sneak-peek on the Previous Thursday. Chapter 30 is half-done as well. Ffs, I should get to this before it reaches the first anniversary of seeming abandonment >.>

Note to new people who might be looking at this: I’m not taking prompts anymore. These will be the last chapters, and then the fic will be done.

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

A bunch of Hazbin oneshots and chapter fics, some started, some just on the idea phase. There’s… there’s a lot…

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s a space that’ll eventually have sneak-peeks for future fanfics and/or chapters again, once I have something to show.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

Links:

My AO3 My FFnet My Ko-fi Radiohusk Discord Server

#Fanfic progress update

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firefly-hwufanficwriter-blog · 6 years

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(Fanfic) (MC/Hunt) NYTMC 1: Not Your Typical Meet-Cute (Chapter 58)

November 11, 2017, Saturday [#358]

Fandom: Hollywood U (Pixelberry)

Summary of Part One: (Part one of the NYTMC series.) (Main fanfic.) How did Thomas Hunt fall in love with his most promising, yet most frustrating, student? A retelling of the game from Hunt's perspective. (187,000 words; MC/Hunt.)

Link to Part One (187,000 words): https://www. fanfiction. net/s/11898876/1/NYTMC-1-Not-Your-Typical-Meet-Cute

Link to Part Two (50 drabbles): https://www. fanfiction. net/s/12099504/1/NYTMC-2-Marie-Claire-s-Interlude

(My posts seem to disappear when there are links in them, so just delete the spaces before “fanfiction” and “net” before using the link :D)

Short excerpt from Chapter 58:

“…"Thomas Hunt endorsing a student event," Andrew commented with a small grin. "I never thought I would live to see the day."

"Only you could take, 'The students who want a new fraternity are hosting a charity event later today. If you have nothing better to do, I would suggest that you visit it for yourself to see whether or not they make complete fools of themselves,' as an endorsement, Andrew."

Making good on his threat to Marie Claire, Thomas had indeed spent some time talking to individual faculty members about their 'Cookies For Coats' clothing drive. Most of the faculty had been unaware that anybody was attempting to start another fraternity in the first place, and had said that they would drop by at some point, if only out of curiosity.

Frowning, Priya asked, "Aren't Marie Claire Hart, Crash Yamaguchi, and Lisa Valentine three of the founding members? Do you really trust them to be able to manage a fraternity?"…”

Tags: [ #hwufanficnotyourtypicalmeetcute ] [ #hollywood u ] [ #hwu ] [ #mcxhunt ] [ #thomas hunt ] [ #huntxmc ] [ #pixelberry ]

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 11/11/17.)

#hwufanficnotyourtypicalmeetcute #hollywood u #hwu #mcxhunt #thomas hunt

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petaldancing · 7 years

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top 5/bottom 5 works

rules: tag the person who tagged you, always post the rules, answer the questions, and add the date!

what are your five most popular works?

what are your five least popular works?

are you surprised? why?

tag six people to do this next! (thank you @brella for the tag!! i’m just gonna tag @robinparties @freikuugel @algometer and any other writer friends!)

gonna dig through my ao3 and ffnet accounts for extra fun in comparing the two since all the fics were posted at the same time on both sites? and will be only listing fics above 2k words!

Top 5 AO3 (@petaldancing) - based on kudos

When Autumn Comes I Still Think of You (Haikyuu!!, Natsu / OC) I want to say I’m surprised (because Natsu is a child in the manga, and I paired her with an OC in this !ten years later fic) but at the same time, I’m not, because the HQ fandom is so huge compared to the fandoms I usually write for so there was a higher # of readers who could’ve found this fic I guess. I’m happy there’s so much positivity for Natsu loving gals and big brother Kageyama though (:

In Darkest Red (Psycho Pass, Yayoi / Shion) Psycho Pass is a p small fandom I think, so yeah, very surprised to see this here? Am attributing it to the fact that this is a relatively older fic (it shows!), been on the site longer, and is of a relatively popular pair from the show. ** the previous fic has 346 kudos, this one has 196! that clear gap created by the sheer size of the HQ fandom.. wow...

You Have Made Me Brave (SDR2, Pekoyama / Kuzuryuu) Big fandom. Popular pair. Sad story with an even more heartwrenching ending. I cracked the code.

The Rain Is Trying to Tell Me Something (Hyouka, Houtarou/Chitanda) Oh hey there you are!! The fic that I’m most satisfied with and feel the most complete about! Burdge drew fanart for this (!!! IM STILL IN AWE AND SHOCK) and that probably helped a lot in getting eyeballs on this. Am happy that this fic capped off my fanfic writing three years ago and am glad that despite Hyouka’s smallish fandom, it’s broken into the Top 5 (:

Like the Mountains (Haikyuu!!, Yui/Daichi) The HQ fandom reasserts its dominance as the biggest fandom despite this being a het fic hohoho. I think this may have been because it was one of the earlier fics written about Yui/Daichi, just as more people started liking the pair?

Top 5 FFnet (@thundercow) - based on favs

The Rain is Trying to Tell me Something Yay! I have much older fics on this account so that this still comes out top is a happy surprise for me!

Mignionette (Persona 3, feMC + Junpei) (not on AO3) THIS is a surprise. It’s Old! You can tell by my excessive descriptions and emphasis on symbolism. And my old habit of just breaking a fic into distinct scenes, focusing on characters looking inwards rather than their dynamics w one another. I think a lot of people just love the feMC and Junpei’s social link and I am glad.

Streets in Summer (Anohana, Yukiatsu/Tsuruko) (not on AO3) WHY IS THIS HERE!! WOW!! The Anohana fandom is TINY! At the same time, I think it was around these fics that I started coming into the writing style I have today. Perhaps that could be a factor too? Or just that everyone, like me, had to consume more yukiatsu/tsuruko content after that open ending.

Telling Honest Lies (Anohana, Yukiatsu/Tsuruko) (not on AO3) Same as above! WoaHHhhHH

Today He Holds Her Gaze (Hyouka, Satoshi/Mayaka) Am surprised this has more favs than Queens Can’t Sleep (126 vs 58). Probably because this has a happy ending? But I do think I rushed this too much. If I had written this today, I would’ve added another 10k words to flesh out Satoshi’s conflict. Would they still sleep together? For sure. I am a flawed human being. I even made them do it in ‘The Rain Is Trying To Tell Me Something’. I rmb a couple of ppl not liking that but WELP i’m unapologetic satomaya trash. You can’t help me. I’m hopeless. But if I could rewrite the cringe-y scene here, I hope I’d be able to make it more subtle and graceful.

Bottom 5 AO3

the colour of youth (Hyouka drabble collection) It’s here because 1) I posted this this year and who reads hyouka fanfic in 2017?? and 2) no one expected me to update my ao3, not even myself.

Venus Rising (Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun, Shizuku / Natsume) Pacific Rim AUs are not unpopular. But... a PR AU of a shoujo manga?? Yeah. Also, the main pair was Shizuku/Natsume, rather than Shizuku/Haru (ew) or Sasayan/Natsume (mmm yeahh).

Flowers Without, Will (Hyouka, Satoshi/Mayaka) Old fic, small fandom!

Colour-coded For Your Convenience (Hyouka, Satoshi/Mayaka/Houtarou?) Oh nooo. I not comfortable w ‘genderbending’ now! It’s a very simplistic and uninteresting way of exploring character dynamics, reinforces the gender binary.... and I didn’t even change their personalities much in this fic!! Also, the name changes are... a cross I will have to bear for the rest of my life. There are nuanced ways to write and explore character’s gender identities but this wasn’t one of them. It deserves to be here haha.

You & Mystery (Hyouka, ensemble detective AU) Oh man. I have a soft spot for this story that was inspired by the Hyouka ED. But, again, the unsurprising result of a small fandom!

Bottom 5 FFnet

But Even Iron Trembles (Persona 5, Hifumi/Makoto) New fic! Surprised that it’s not in the bottom 5 for AO3, but that’s prob cause the P5 fandom is v active over there now. I hope it slowly gets out of this ranking though because I am pretty happy with how it turned out especially since I haven’t written fic for A While. Easily the longest oneshot fic I’ve written too, so that could be a reason why.

We Roar In Our Own Voices (Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun, Hogwarts AU) Oh man. Shoujo manga + AU combi again I guess. This feels like it would really benefit from a rewrite because I love the ladies featured here.

The Stories We’ll Sing (Penguindrum, Yuri/Tabuki) (not on AO3) WOAHH!! I wrote this?? DANG. Didn’t even remember till I saw this on the page haha. Also I think no one really bothers w yuri and tabuki so yeah it’s not surprising.

Colour-coded For Your Convenience Yes. Stay here.

Land Breaking (Kingdom Hearts, Terra) (not on AO3) Well, hey there lil guy. You’re an angsty fic from my early days, aren’t you? 18y/o me reeling from the BBS ending and needing to write it out from Terra’s POV, which everyone knows already from playing the game haha.

wow thank u @brella for tagging me. i just relived my younger fandom days through my fic archive... and i didn’t even look at my OTHER ffnet account! haha

date: 16 aug 2017

#brella #wow..... younger me had a lot of time huh......

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ursulaismymiddlename · 7 years

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would it be bad if I asked all of those fanfic questions from you? haha. (and specific ones related to ATBODAB?)

Well, since you’re the only one who asked, so why the heck not!

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

It took me a really long time... like 10 chapters in before I decided to look at poems for titles and it seemed to fit

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

A few drabbles have been, but not a whole lot of my recent ones. Some of my older fanfics have personal experiences rolled into them

C: What member do you identify with most?

I think “Reader” is supposed to be the point lol But I do think I identify with Bucky and Steve both on some level

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Yes! A few people have told me about their playlist for it and @abovethesmokestacks created one for ATBoDaB

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

I can’t tell you, otherwise it would give away the ending! lol

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Honestly, just the whole scene in the bedroom after watching The Princess Bride, when she looks over Bucky’s metal arm and tries to convince him it’s really just an arm and it’s up to him to decide how to use it. It’s pretty much everything I’d want to say to him about it.

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I go start to finish... though sometimes I dream up the scenes out of order.

H: How would you describe your style?

Purple Prose

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

i try not to feel guilty about anything that makes me happy fic-wise, I am a terrible sucker for a happy ending though

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

Again, if I do that, you’ll guess the ending! How about this, alternate ending that I would never write: Bucky gets caught by Hydra and sent back and kills everyone

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

!!!WARNING!!!.. one of the angsiest probably being that Lassie (Alpha werewolf Seb) had an Omega mate he was so in love with that he was set to bond with, who was pregnant with his pups, but she decides being the mate of a Pack Alpha is too much pressure and doesn’t show up to the ceremony and when he gets worried and goes searching for her, he finds out that she aborted the pups.. and he’s not even so much mad.. I mean, he’s terribly upset because he was so excited and he thought she loved him and wanted to be with him and have a family, but it was mostly just pressure from her family to marry upward in the pack and he’s devastated, but it also kinda spurs him on to try making some changes in the pack when he takes over

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

I’m bad and revise as I go, then send it off to my beta-reader, go over it again and then post

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I was actually gonna make a post about some upcoming ideas at some point today

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

yeah, all of them lol

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

plot, usually I think

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I plan some barebones and only rarely try to force the story toward a certain direction. I mostly let it grow, which is why atbodab is novel length already

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I think they can be great if people have mostly the same head canon and such

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

so many, I can’t even name them all! As a quick list @abovethesmokestacks @mellifluous-melodramas @interestedbystanderwrites and @erisjade always leave me breathless when I read their work, so I always kinda hope I can channel that a little. I fail horribly, but I try

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

happy endings and A/B/O it seems lol

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

idk... I’m not a fan of main characters cheating or major character death

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Oh, I just did that for R, lol

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Shit shit shit... I can’t think of one. They’re mostly all beautiful in their own right and I wouldn’t know where to go

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

If I’m doing prompt requests, somewhere in the middle is nice, give me decent structure, but let me play between the lines

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Anyone that’s part of HYDRA

Y: A character you want to protect.

Bucky... all the time. Just Bucky

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

I try to avoid it like the plague

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