#i think ive got a bit of my writing spark back
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Hallo! Regarding the LIs/characters, what would they do if they're feeling really angry/violent/about to go batshit yandere crazy and MC just kinda, gives them a cooldown hug and a gentle kiss on their lips? Like, who just freezes up and blushes, continues the kiss/makes it longer, etc.
I decided to add Aki, not that she would get as angry as the others but I just thought it'd be fun to write angry Aki :3 Also this was hard just cause I think it would take a bit to get certain characters to that level of anger, which would definitely be possible with this scenario, but a lot of them wouldn't even let you two stick around whatever/whoever is getting them angry. A few are also REALLY good at hiding their emotions(Mainly Kei lol)
TW: Creeps, harassment(Not like extreme harassment but there's forceful wrist grabbing and mentions of gross lewd things said to you. I try not to be super descriptive, but just in case it still may be triggering, skip over this post if these topics trigger you) The keep reading is under the scenario for these trigger warnings :3
Scenario: You were out on a date with your s/o, having a blast as you typically do with them. But of course, creeps have to ruin all the fun. They ignore your s/o, and if they acknowledge them then they d it to put them down. You could tell your s/o was getting annoyed with the creeps words, but it got worse when the creep decided it would be a good idea to grab your wrist and try pulling you away from your lover.
Minato: He's pissed, like the most angry you've ever seen him. Normally your giant of a boyfriend is very calm and gentle and can maintain that image even if he's feeling protective. It was scaring you a bit if you were honest. Despite your nerves, you hugged Minato. You knew he would calm down if you showed that you were fine. Feeling his body tense in your arms was something you were used to feeling, it never failed to amuse you though. Minato turned around slightly to face you, calming down significantly just from seeing you okay. Still, you pulled him down and planted a soft and gentle kiss on his lips. Minato bluescreens and makes no effort of pulling away. After calming down slightly, he forgets about the person who pissed him off, now all he wants is to go home with you.
Haruto: Haruto instantly has the creeps wrist in a death grip, looking at them with an expression you've never seen on Haruto before. You knew he could be protective and clingy, he'd get jealous if you even looked at a person, but you've never seen this expression. Maybe he had been holding back his jealousy for your sake and so he finally snapped. You hugged him, trying to pull him away from the creep, and thankfully it worked! You made Haruto face you so he wouldn't have to see the person any longer and he would calm down. Still, he tried glaring at the person, so you pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his lips. His eyes widened as his eyes looked at you own closed ones, he ended up melting into the kiss. Almost forgetting the creep, but when he remembered he smirked into the kiss as the creep walked away.
Jun: Jun pulls you away from the creep and holds you in her arms. "Y/n is mine! Stay away you creep, don't ruin our date." Jun starts off all pouty and clingy like usual. "Why are you still with this shorty? I could absolutely treat you better." The rando said, grabbing your wrist again. "Hey, let go!" You try pulling your hand out of the grip the creep has on you. Jun's grip around your waist tightens slightly, not enough to hurt you though. Jun covered your eyes before digging her long nails into the creeps wrist, drawing blood. "Don't EVER touch Y/n again." Jun's voice was low and the grip around your wrist disappeared. "Jun, let's just leave..." You grabbed Jun's cardigan, hoping to stop her, but it didn't work, she was still pissed. You just wanted to get away from that creep so you continued to grab Jun's cardigan and try pulling her away. Thankfully, it wasn't too difficult to drag Jun away but she was still extremely pissed, clenching her fist and glaring in the direction that you two just came. You tried calming Jun down by talking but no words seemed to soothe him. You weren't sure what to really do, so as a last resort you pressed a kiss to her lips. You smiled feeling Jun relax on your lips, pressing a kiss back on your lips. After pulling away, Jun looked down in embarrassment and shame. "Sorry Y/n...I lost my cool and looked unflattering." When she looked at you she felt her worries wash away seeing your comforting smile.
Hoshi: "Hah? Let go of them ya fuckin' creep." Hoshi looks at the creep with disgust, slapping the rando's off your hand. The creep's brows furrow as he starts defending himself. "Do you hear yourself, you sound so stupid?? Don't touch my fucking partner you disgusting pervert." Hoshi stepped in front of you, shielding you. "Uhhh Hoshi lets just go?" You gripped the side of his shirt, trying to get his attention and pull him back. "Go follow your owner, mutt." The creep laughed and shoved Hoshi back. Hoshi was quick to recover and instantly landed a punch of the creep's face, causing the rando to stumble back. Hoshi Started kicking the creep, laughing at them and taunting them. Despite wanting to stop Hoshi, you also didn't want to get caught in the crossfire or risk Hoshi taking his anger out on you, not that you think he'd hurt you physically on purpose, but maybe you'd catch him at the wrong time and he wouldn't be able to stop the momentum of his fist and therefore hit you. You waited until he was gasping for breath, standing over the creep with his fists clenched. You walked over to him and pulled him away from the creep, pulling his face towards yours to try and ground him, you ended up pulling a bit harder then you meant though because your lips ended up on Hoshi's, still you made no plans of moving, it was meant to be. You smiled into the kiss seeing Hoshi come to his senses as his face turned red with realization of what was happening. After pulling away Hoshi's eyes remained wide and he looked down shyly. "Let's go home." You said quietly, Hoshi just nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging you away from that scene.
Habiki: Habiki glares down at the hand holding your wrist with disgust before slapping it away and pulling you closer to him, continuing on your date. The creep doesn't stop pursuing though and Habiki is getting more and more fed up, with the creep, with himself, with seeing you uncomfortable, with seeing how you telling the creep "no" and "stop" gets ignored. He's done. Quickly and without hesitation he punches the person bothering you before running off with you, trying to lose them. Thankfully it works. "Should've done that from the get-go, I'm sorry. I thought they'd take the fucking hint." Habiki sighs, holding your hand and rubbing it in a comforting manner, though he'd understand if after that situation you didn't want to be touched and he wouldn't push it at all. "It's fine...well it's not, I'm upset that happened, but you're okay, no need to blame yourself. Let's just go home." Habiki gives you a smile and nods, heading home for a nice at home movie date. However night time rolls around and Habiki can't stop thinking about the situation that happened earlier, and the more he thinks about it the more pissed they're getting. Habiki ends up not sleeping that night. The next day he goes out to get some coffee and whatever you want to drink or eat. He see's the creep while he's out though and his brows furrow again and he's awake 100%. Before he even knows what's happening, his body moves on it's own as he goes up to the guy and punches him. He continues to beat the guy up until he hears your voice. Without meaning to, he turns around and glares at you, still you don't back down, you've gotten used to those glares. You pull him down and kiss him, his glare disappearing as he finally relaxes, the anger dissipates. After you pull away, you bonk him on the head gently. "You forgot your wallet." You hand him his wallet and he thanks you. "Wanna continue our date from yesterday? I don't think anyone will bother us anymore." Habiki smirks as you nod. Safe to say, the situation blew up online and people knew not to mess with you.
Kage: Kage stares at the hand grabbing your wrist and tensing up. Now would be a time to protect you, try to land some sort of hit on this person...but they're frozen. Kage has 50+ ways to protect you running through their mind and they aren't sure which one to do. He can't think straight on the methods of protecting you because he's also hyperaware of what the creep is saying, about him, and about you. With each disgusting word the creep says to you, Kage feels himself getting more and more pissed. Kage had enough when the creep leans closer to you trying to whisper some more disgusting shit in your ear. The punch wasn't super strong, but a lot of Kage's anger went into that punch so it was better then any other punch Kage had thrown. Still, it wasn't enough to get the creep to stop grabbing your wrist. "F-FUCK OFF! I'm already dating Y/n!" Kage grabbed the creeps wrist, trying to pry it off of yours. Kage couldn't think straight, this was too much for him! His mind was blank, his legs were shaking horribly, but his arms still worked in a fit of adrenaline. Things didn't end up going as planned. Kage got his concaved ass(sorry) handed to him, but at least you were safe. Kage smiled to themselves, there might have been some bruising from the grip the rando had on you earlier, but other then that, you were well physically, and Kage could be there for you mentally as well. Still, Kage didn't really want to leave it there, the creep was hardly injured and Kage was pissed about that. Mustering all of their remaining strength to get up, Kage started walking towards the rando, thankfully you pull them back. "Kage, don't. Lets just go home okay?" Honestly it was amazing that Kage didn't snap out of this adrenaline rush at the contact, that's what made you realize how serious this was. Positioning yourself in front of Kage to try and snap him back to reality you notice his eyes were completely set on the creep and he had a little smirk on his face. You weren't sure what to do, so you leaned in and kissed Kage. Kage didn't process what was happening until they realized they needed air. Their face completely flushed and they pulled away, panicked. You sighed in relief, happy to have your Kage back. "Come on, lets get you patched up my hero." Yep that's it, Kage's completely overheated, practically melting. Your HERO??? oh gosh, Kage loves you so so much, they're so sorry for passing out.
Kei: Kei looks at the creep and then down at your wrist, then back at the creep and you wrist again. "Excuse me...do let go of my significant others wrist. I don't believe we know you, and I'm very certain I didn't hear my lovely partner say it was okay for you to lay your disgusting hands on them." Kei tries remaining calm, inside he's fuming, but you wouldn't be able to tell from an outsiders perspective. The creep doesn't let go though and Kei can feel his patience draining. Fast. Kei sighs and grips the things wrist tightly, glaring daggers at him, causing the thing to let go and recoil in slight pain. "I tried being nice." Kei says matter-of-factly, shrugging and he holds your hand and you two continue on with your date if you feel up to it, if not you two go home and watch movies and Kei will make you dinner. After he's sure you're asleep, he goes on his computer. He would LOVE to hold you in his arms and sleep with you, but he has business he needs to take care of. That thing from earlier, yeah he gets all the info on it. He heads out towards the address and kidnaps the thing, bringing it to an abandoned storage complex where dozens of skeletons remain, some bones moved and chewed up due to the wild animals he lets in. There Kei will make sure that the creep really learned it's lesson, making it feel stupid for not just accepting Kei's kindness the first time. Kei goes on for hours, finishing up with cutting the arms and legs off this thing and performing medical care so it won't die. He still wants to torture it. This continues for a few days, him making sure you're sleeping and then heading out to punish this thing. But he didn't account for you being awake when he got home after the 6th day. "Kei, where have you been going for the past 6 days?" Your arms are crossed and your brows are furrowed in anger, sadness, worry. You trust Kei mostly, but this just felt too weird. Leaving the house after he was sure you were sleeping? What was he being so secretive about? You finally caught notice of the blood covering his glasses and caught in his hair, then how his black clothing actually seemed kind of wet, ad gosh he reeked of blood. Kei chuckled, "I was just teaching a creepy little thing some manners, no need to worry my love." Kei doesn't go into detail, and honestly, you don't NEED to hear any details, you can already guess. After helping Kei clean up the blood on him you kissed him. "I can't go back in time and stop you from doing what you already did, just...tomorrow actually finish that person off. And stop hurting others Kei." You pout and Kei just chuckles. "I will finish it off tomorrow, love. I haven't done anything like that in a while, but that thing was touching you like it knew you and making you uncomfortable. As far as I'm concerned it deserved what it had coming for it." Kei doesn't have any plans to stop completely, but Kei will stop letting them live so long and will stop bringing in every person that touches you casually. Kei needs you, and most importantly, you need Kei.
Yani: Yani stares at the hand on your wrist with wide eyes. Maybe before Yani got with you she would've tried holding back some to not scare you away, but now she's dating you and you pretty much know everything about her. Yeah you want her to change and she has really been trying...but who the hell is this creep putting their hands on you without your consent??? Yani's pulling out the knife and stabbing the guys wrist, positioning itself in front of you. "Don't touch Y/n without their consent..." Yani is glaring daggers at the creep before turning around and looking at you with a smile. "Sorry Y/n but they touched you so suddenly on our date, I was just protecting you!" Yani leans in to kiss you but stops right before your lips, "Besides, they're alive so it's alright, right?" Yani smiles before pressing the kiss to your lips. Everything happened so quickly that you didn't even get to calm Yani down, she calmed herself down with your lips :)
Aki: Aki glares at the guy before slapping his wrist away. "Hey, dude, ever heard of 'consent'?" She pulls you behind her in a protective manner. "Don't touch my partner again, they don't know you and are clearly uncomfortable." Without giving the guy a chance to respond or even think about touching you again, Aki pulls you away, clearly pissed. Once you two get somewhere away from that creep, she faces you, eyes furrowed in worry. "Are you okay? Like he didn't hurt you or anything, right?" Aki is checking your wrist for any bruising. Even if you say you're alright, Aki still kisses your wrists. "I kind of just want to go home. That was a nerve-racking experience." You give an apologetic smile to Aki, feeling bad about wanting to cancel your date early. "Hey, no worries! It's probably for the best and we don't HAVE to cancel our date, there's plenty of fun things to do a home!" Aki smiles as she interlocks her fingers with yours and starts heading home, however it's clear that the incident is still weighing heavily on her. "Aki, wanna talk about it?" Aki sighs before speaking. "I cannot believe that some people are like that! Like c'mon now, it's 2023, learn consent. Sorry for getting so mad, it's just frustrating that people still don't know decency and common knowledge." You giggle and press a kiss to Aki's lips, catching her off-guard and making her completely forget about her anger for now.
#💝-minevn#visual novel#yandere vn#🎤-asks#🐠-Minato#📙-Haruto#🎀-Jun#🍽️-Hoshi#🎻-Habiki#👤-Kage#💻-Kei#💕-Yani#🐍-Aki#I tried writing this post little by little a bit ago#but i was really struggling with motivation so the earlier ones are really short#i think ive got a bit of my writing spark back#YAY#KAGE AND KEI GOT WHOLE DRABBLES
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pairing: fem!uni student x lando norris
synopsis: lando gets invested in working with cameras after you talk about your day in photography class and you two discover a new language of love <;33
type: writing + instagram au
a/n: finally writing up the very first writing for my new series until i found you. and ik i have been super super lacked in writing. you guys have no idea how much and many ideas ive got but procastination takes the most of it! im trying my best to work upon it and now that my finals are nearing, i may try to write as a stress breaker soo fingers crossed.
until next one, happy reading <;33
part 2 is out now!! check it out :))
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You came home from your last class of the semester from uni. As much as you love photography and graphic design, its definitely tiresome when being pursued as a Masters degree. But you won't complain much about it cause at the end of the day, you love what you do. And so does your boyfriend.
"Congrats on completing another semester, bubba!" Lando greets as he speed walks to you and engulfs you in a hug.
You drop your bags carefully and hug him back tight as you mourn in exhaustion. Your whole body gives up that Lando was quick to pick you up and let the both of you fall on the couch. Chuckles leave from your mouth as he leans in and kissed your forehead.
"I'm so so proud of you, Y/N/N" He says, looking into your eye, pinning your hair behind the ear as he rests his hand on your cheek.
"I haven't completed my course, Lan"
"Yet. And soon you will be my personal photographer and designer for Quadrant" Lando says very proudly.
"Well in that case, be ready to say goodbye to your bank accounts" you say, smirking at him as you squish his cheeks.
"I'll be happy to make our joint accounts"
"It's a deal then!"
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"So tell me about your project?" Lando asks as we clean dishes after dinner.
"Well, basically, we have to make a portfolio for photography class. We need to select a theme and shoot pictures showcasing that theme" you say, as you dried the final plate.
"That sounds so much fun and creative!"
"It is actually! till you finalize the theme cause that's the main brainers" you say as you place the dishes back to the shelves and lando keeps the leftovers in fridge.
"And that's what i'm here for! Let me help you with the picture and theme and stuff" Lando says, being very supportive and super excited like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Bubba, i appreciate you and your help but you'll be busy with race weekends, PR promos and Quadrant stuff. Do you really wanna squish mine on top of this busy business??" you ask, being concerned about him.
He walks over to you, grabbing your face in his and leans in.
"Let me be a part of your project. Think of me as your project buddy who also happens to be your boyfriend" Lando says, making puppy eyes which makes harder to say no to him.
"Alrighty love. You're in!"
"Wooohoooo!!! Let's goooo babyyyy!!" He does his small victory dance as he sung to HSM: we're all in this together
You laughed silently as you walked into your work room and picked up a camera. Lando eventually followed you and found you holding the camera.
"Wait- we are already starting with the work??"
"We haven't even chosen a theme, you dum dums" you say, ruffling his head which messes the small curls a bit.
"Ohh yeah. I'd suggest you to do some trial run shots, like you know, play around capturing day to day events. Maybe something will spark and voila, you'll have a theme ready!" Lando says, as he fixed his hair while looking in the mirror.
"That's actually a great idea bubs!!! I'm gonna do that now. You really do love this subject of mine, don't you??" You ask, as you really loved his input he just gave and you're quite impressed with it.
His level of creativity is something you've always loved and appreciated his talents. And isn't it just lovely to see people talk about their passions!
And this just made you think it's time to finally give him one of your passions.
"This camera is yours from today. I've been wanting to give you this as I've seen you've been very much interested in photography and something you can take along with you and remind you of me" you say, whispering at the end as you felt your cheeks heat up due to the cliché that you just happen to say which isn't a very you thing to do.
Lando stood there with the camera in his hands, in complete awe at the gesture of yours.
"Y/N! you have no idea how much this means to me!! This isn't just any camera, this is one you truly used for your good works" He says, pulling you closer to his. He makes you look up to him, leaning in close as he kisses you softly yet lovingly. Your hands make their way behind his neck, pulling him close to you.
"I love you, so much y/n/n" Lando says, almost as a whisper as he rests his nose with yours.
"and i love you, much more lan" you whisper back with a smile as you do the eskimos kiss.
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username1: wait Y/N gave her VERY OWN CAMERA TO LANDO!?!?
y/n.clicks: not bad for a beginner! have fun bubby🫶🏼
lando.jpg: learnt from the best ;)) will do!❤️
username2: he learnt with her?! talk about couple goals💗💖💞
charlesleclerc_: well i guess we'll say goodbye to this camera eventually. have you thought this through y/n.clicks 🤔🤔
y/n.clicks: i had a really good run with it soo if it breaks its alright, I'll get a new one 😙
lando.jpg: you two know that i can read your comments right?? hah RUDE😡
username3: i cant- 🤣🤣🤣🤣
username4: we're gonna be seeing what lando wants people to see. I LOVE IT!!!
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lanndonorris: key moment of my life and career❤️
y/n.clicks: landonorris bubbaaa🥺💗
username1: i want what they have😭😭💛
carlossainz55: wow, he is growing up🥹🥹
y/n.clicks: ikr!!!🤧🤧
landonorris: you two ughhhhh🙄🙄
username2: this is sooo adorable ahhh!!
username3: thanks to y/n now we're gonna embark the cameraman lando era!
y/n.clicks: this is just the beginning of the era!!
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y/n.clicks: caption might be chessy af but the pictures, mamma mia🥵😍
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maxfewtrell: now i get it why you ditched for golfing, you simp!
y/n.clicks: wait what!?! lando did that??
lando.jpg: 😳😳😳😳 busted?
ciscanorris: lando ditching golf?? he's soo into his cameraman era!!!🫡💗
username3: everyone say thank you y/n for getting lando a camera
username4: seriously! THANK YOU QUEEN Y/N
lando.jpg: FACTS!! thank you y/n.clicks 🫂🫶🏼
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y/n_l/n: my favourite kind of cheese🧀 landonorris
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username1: the caption🥹😭💖💞💗✨️
username2: them>>>>>>
riabish: LOVE IS IN THE AIR🫶🏼✨️
danielricciardo: you guys are so disgustingly adorable🫡💖
landonorris: now who's the chessier one??😏😏
y/n.clicks: landonorris still YOU🫣
landonorris: 😂😂😂
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also I'm thinking for a part 2 for this, lemme know if you're interested too :))
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I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.
folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.
excuse me. one moment.
Mine- literally a skk au
Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah
back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'
speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.
the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.
enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)
better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason
haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.
last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.
LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.
anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol
#this is finally out of my drafts after months#dedicated to the anon who asked and the one who said abt the fearless song idk if you're the same person but either way love you lots 🤞#i love taylor swift so much#i love skk more#im sorry for this#but the brainrot is real#this was written at like 3am in January#bsd#silas yaps#soukoku#soukoku fanfiction#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#bungou stray dogs#taylor swift
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a guide on how to fall for your enemy.
synopsis: going for the throne, for the pulse that beats under your skin (or in other words, the world of academic rivals) | wc — 2.4k
[ !! ] — masterlist.
characters: ayato x gn!reader
categories: fluff + a bit of angst, modern au, tbh idk what the fuck this format is but imma say it's a one shot atp
warnings: insulting each other (bc banter is fun), my version of ayato/ooc ayato (there's no way someone is that composed all the time even when feeding someone disgusting food so ive taken matters into my own hands)
notes: "you started this thing with me, you’re ending it with me” - my piece for @bluexiao's sweet 'n spice collab with @anantaru. this fic was not the idea i originally had in mind but after letting my brain run on autopilot to write this while being head empty, it turned out to be ok
also just wrote this to spite my original style of writing bc poetic writing hates me right now and it needs to lodge itself in my brain soon before i file a divorce lol.
didn't show up in the tags the first time so we're trying this again | reblogs >>> likes
Maybe thinking twice about having a rivalry with Ayato is something that should be considered more often. Especially when it comes down to academics.
Teachers love him, and he takes great smug pride in that fact, his ego fed with every bit of small praise. So when one of them hands back his test without a word and you get the comments instead, his curiosity grows. Is it mean of him to say that you were invisible to him and probably would’ve stayed like that if this had never happened? Maybe so. But perhaps it was a fluke. While he didn’t do his best on this test, a 92% is nothing to bat an eye at so he should have nothing to worry about, right?
Wrong. Is he losing his touch with what he considered the perfect method to the top? Your great surge in grades had rumours spiral around the hallway, things like you taking his place as top of the grade, maybe even surpassing him and weaving yourself into the chair of student council president.
With a thin-lipped smile, he makes his way over to you, giving his congrats with a pat on the back that seems firmer than necessary. If anything, he could look past all of this since truth be told, it is becoming a distraction. But the mirth in your eyes and the smug, yet tense, grin on your face tells him this is no mistake, this is a proclamation of war against him.
His papers are perfectly crafted with the utmost professionalism but still holding onto that scholar charm. Projects are well thought out and thoroughly researched and yet you still seem to gain an upper hand with your “finished-one-sitting-the-night-before” papers and projects that the teachers love. Ayato will read every fine detail, eyes glued to each word as he tries to find your secret.
“Sleep deprivation and constant loads of caffeine can seem to bring out the best parts of a human sometimes.” you state with a smirk.
From there it should be known that things increased. Students, and even a few teachers, began to catch on to the situation through harsh glares in the hallway or across the class and the smug glances when test scores or big projects are handed back. Ayaka and Thoma can only sigh as he groans to them about how you’ve become insufferable to work with, even if you aren’t actually working together. Not yet at least.
The teachers who haven’t got a single clue what’s going on between the two of you are curious at what sparked the heavy rise of grades. Even in the subjects you and Ayato aren’t the best at, you’ve still somehow managed to raise your average by a noticeable amount. Perhaps Ayato has them to thank for the turn of events, but at the moment it sure didn’t feel like it.
Already most of the school year gone and a rivalry like this lasting for almost that same amount of time, it’s not wonder you both were buzzing your seats at the notice of another big project, the last one you’d be doing for this class in the year. While you both scowl at the idea of having to work in pairs for this, those deep set lines become even more imprinted onto both your faces when you find out you’re working together as assigned partners. Ayaka only sighs at her brother’s apparent woes, sternly telling him how this is his chance to apologise for starting this whole mess in the first place.
It’s amazing how you two both manage to somehow stay angry when typing in each other’s phone numbers, not trusting the other with their phone.
“If you think I’m going to let you personally type your phone number into my device, you’d be widely mistaken and I think the caffeine is starting to screw with your brain,” he says, voice level and cold.
“Likewise. But you don’t need to tell me your number. For a guy who considers himself so smart, you really didn’t think to check the grade group chat first did you?” you scoff, “It would not only save us both some time, but also my eyes from that thing you call a face.”
Yet you manage to set up a meeting place and time through gritted teeth, each of you storming away as composed as possible, not daring to look back in case you were to lock eyes.
Silence is all that can be heard at first, with the faint ticking of the library clock filling the space. Ayato buries himself in the textbook, quickly picking out the details needed for the topic at hand and swiftly writing them down. For what felt like the longest while, neither of you said a word; too busy trying to avoid the other and get the project done. He groans quietly, stretching out his back and sighing as the joints pop. Sparing a glance towards your direction, he takes into account the way your brows furrow slightly in concentration and how you bite at your lower lip. Maybe it’s his brain running on overdrive after looking at the same couple of chapters for the past hours or maybe it’s just him finally noticing things he’d never taken the time to before. He shakes his head, throwing himself back into the deep end of things and letting himself be drowned by text and small graphs, thoughts to be left for another time.
Earning a grade that would make the teachers either cry in pride or in fear, Ayato finds himself back to square one when it comes to his emotionally inept self. Although he himself thought he buried these ideas and theories deep enough to where they wouldn’t resurface, Ayato finds himself smiling sincerely more often towards your direction.
Well, as sincerely as he can be when still bitter about you being just below his title as top student.
The way the malice that his lingering glance holds when you walk by fizzles out when your back is faced towards him doesn’t go unnoticed by the two closest to him, teasing remarks thrown his way when confronted and he can only sigh in return. Distance is what he needs. A change of pace instead of constantly searching for your eyes and grin in the class when results are handed back. Yet in doing so, he couldn’t help but feel a tug that made him want to look back again just this once; not because of grades or anything school related, but to just see you.
The changes, while subtle to the outside, are noticeable to you. Insults grow to be more sly and on the flirtatious side with the coming weeks though still ecliting the same reaction from you. The lines between whether the heat you feel on the back of your neck is from anger or being flustered by his cheesy lines. Yet he’s been drifting; as if this were all just some elaborate scheme of his to prove himself worthy of whatever it is that he wants. With a faint bruise on your forehead following the effects of slamming your head against a wall repeatedly, you ready yourself to face him. In the most appropriate way possible, of course.
“Kamisato.” at the sound of his name, Ayato raises an eyebrow at your sudden appearance.
“(L/n).” walking up to stand in front of him, you stare for a second or two, making him sweat internally at your gaze. Ayato gives a shocked yelp as you pull him up by the ear, dragging him away to a more private place.
“So, mind explaining to me what that was all about or are we just goin-” gripping his collar and pulling him closer, you stare into his eyes with such determination that he can’t help but melt slightly.
“I wanted to do this rationally but when it comes to us, nothing is ever done with a clear conscience in mind.” you said.
“What-”
“Do you truly hate me?” He blinks at that comment.
Does he hate you? He definitely felt some sort of bitterness to you at first; the way you smugly spoke about your latest grade and how you held yourself infuriated him but hate? Surely not. If anything, admiration was greatly masked behind all that saltiness he carried with him at the fact that you were able to seem so carefree and rise the ranks of the grade ladder without so much thought. Maybe it was borderline, and did overlap, into envy at some point but even then, going as far as to wish ill-will on you was something he wasn’t inclined to do. You brought out a side of him he never knew he had until this whole competition started and he could never specifically hate you for it.
Perhaps all that time spent reflecting did do good for him, it made him understand what he was actually feeling and why he acted so irrationally. Perhaps that is why the answer came so naturally.
“Yes. I do hate you.” A flare of understanding and anger lit your eyes as you released him from your grip, head slightly downcast.
“As I thought,” you sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. Bidding him a farewell and a sorry, you turn to leave before he lightly takes hold of your wrist.
“Please, let me finish.”
“What else is there to say? I got the answer I was looking for.” you look towards him, Ayato’s pleading eyes meeting your gaze as you reluctantly nod.
“I hate you, (L/n). In fact, you could say I practically despise you.” He holds your wrist a little tighter, feeling you start to pull away. “But not because of some fighting over grades and the constant banter. I hate you because of the way you make me feel. I-” He drops his arm, letting go of you. The words die out on his tongue, not making a peep as he opens his mouth to try and continue. Running a hand through his hair, Ayato’s face twists into one of frustration.
“Fuck I can’t do this.” he sighs out, “Who was I kidding.”
It’s only awkward silence from there as you both stand aimlessly in the small area you had found. Ayato can’t help but groan at his own misery, the sound catching your ears which makes your jaw tense up further and fist curl. What could he possibly be whining about? He said all that there needed to be said about what was going on between the two of you; it was just some sort of silly entertainment to him.
Taking in his stance, you rub the area between your eyes, not knowing why you even care so much about this. It was bound to happen eventually anyways, drifting apart to figure out new things, so even if you knew it was coming, why did it hurt so much?
“I've had enough of this.” you mutter. You close the distance between the two of you by marching up to face him, glaring with a sharp stare and pinning him against the wall.
“Now listen here, sweetheart,” you grit out, tone dripping with honeyed sarcasm, “You’ve got guts, I’ll tell you that. Starting this whole thing with me all because of a test score. But truth be told, the banter, the teasing, it was starting to grow on me. But for the past weeks, I’ve been dealing with your avoidance and I don’t think you understand how much it actually hurts. My fault for thinking we were actually becoming friends I guess!” You jab a finger against his chest. “You started this whole thing with me, Kamisato. You’ve had your fun stringing me along with your teases. So now, you better end it with me while you can still look me in the eyes.”
One fracture led to another, a crack in the dam he had built so carefully over the past weeks to keep the barrage of feelings at bay. Yet of course it all had to spill over now,
“Me? Hurting you?” Ayato retorts, his composure finally crumbling, “This is why I can’t be friends with you! You’re so oblivious to advances that my heart couldn’t take it anymore!”
“So you avoided me instead of confronting me?”
“What else could I have done? Confessed and spilled my heart out to you while we were still at each other’s throats?” he grunted, “Oh what a wonderful idea that is.”
“And you say you’re intelligent.” you muttered, “I gave up on caring about our dispute over school work a while back. I went along with your moves because I thought that maybe, we’d get over it and actually do something. I thought you would’ve noticed when I dropped from my position.” You lean in closer to him, tugging him to you by his mangled necktie.
“Ayato. You started this whole predicament. Now get us out of it.” Your breath fanned across his nose and before he knew it, he was caught up in it.
Hesitant and longing would be the best way to describe the way his lips crashed onto yours. Your shirt all balled up in the grip of his hands as his chest buzzed and cheeks burned at the feeling, yet none of it registered as Ayato felt like the butterflies in his stomach would fly him away. The way your hand laced itself in his hair and the one on his waist had him sinking further into the sensation before you both broke apart.
Pants escaped both of your lips as you gathered your senses back. A dazed expression was soon shook from your face as you tried to smooth out your shirt and collar as best you can though Ayato just rested his head on your shoulder, stopping you from fixing it any further.
“We’ll have to talk about this more later, Kamisato,” you whisper, “Classes are about to begin soon and-” A gentle press of lips against your cheek halted your words as a sheepish and guilty smile crossed Ayato’s face.
“We can afford to miss one class,” he says, “Besides, we’re star students, aren’t we?”
The look on your faces says it all as you shake your head with a sigh.
“Fine, fine. Though one thing before we go,” He raises his head off your shoulder and leans in closer to your ear. “Call me Ayato now, would you? You did say you wanted to be closer, didn’t you?” He traces a finger along your back. “So here’s your chance, sweetheart.”
#! notepad.txt#bloru.sweetnspice#genshin x reader#ayato x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin fluff#ayato x gender neutral reader#ayato x gn!reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin impact x you#ayato x you#genshin x you#ayato fluff#genshin impact fluff
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GUESS WHOSS BACKKK
i may or may not have forgotten ab this acc bcs ive got multiple tumblr accs☺️☺️
BUTTT I CAME BACK AND WAS SCROLLING THRU MY FOLLOWING ND SAW THE RANKING BETA SQUAD MEMBS (+Darkest, Johnny, Gib, and Harry!) SO THATS WHAT WE ARE DOINN 🙈🙈 also this took my days to write cos i forgot ab it multiple times ☺️!
10. Johnny.
ive been seeing all the love for him on the posts but idk hes jus not it for me 😓. OFC HES STILL GOODLOOKING, js not as good compared to the rest
9. Filly.
iffff i were to be honest ☺️...i dont rlly like filly much at all. like obv i have no hatred ive jus never really enjoyed any videos more when him (or johnny) r in it. DONT COME AT ME 😣
8. Kenny
DONT GET ME WRONG. I LOVE KENNY. but on the looks scale he might not be that high up JUS FOR ME COS IDK ITS MY TYPE plus i think i dont like him as much cos none of his content rlly sparks interest to me
7. Harry
HARRYS SO FUNNY TO ME MAN. altho in the cupid whatevs videos was a lil bit errrrrrrrrr then again ive had my errrrrr moments for nearly all of them so no biggie to me. HE IS SO FINE THO.
6. Niko
ok ik ppl actually will hate me for this BUT I NEVER GOT THE HYPE. like everyone always says him or sharky r the finest in the beta squad but idkk BUT HE IS STILL FINE YK ☺️..
5. Gib
OMD IK YALL LYIN WHEN U PUT HIM SO LOW. gib is so mighty fine it HURTS. the mafia and the cake video hes in nd he looks fine ash in them both. never watched his content tho so 😣
4. Sharky
ok so i used to be OBSESSED with sharky when i first got into the beta squad but i feel like everyone ws until they find their actual fav. not saying hes bad or anyt cos i binged most of his vids nd hes still fine ash ‼️‼️
3. Darkest
OH MY LORDDDDDD. no bc yea he may b a lacking smth on top but HIS PERSONALITY. nd his build ☺️!! IDK JS SMTH AB HIM IS SO FINEEEEEEEEE
2. Chunkz
OML HES SO FINE LIKE HE GETS NO APPRECIATION ND I DONT GET IT 🤬🤬 BUT MANS IS LEGIT SO FINE ND HIS GLOW UP TWICE?? CRAZY. IDC IF HE MIGHT NOT CARRY BETA SQUAD RN BUT HES DEF THE ONE WHO MADE IT.
1. Aj
MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN. no bc omd hes js so FINE. like hes got the best style idc what anyone says like even when beta squad ws still kinda small he still dressed the best ND HES JS SO UGHH LIKE IDC AB HIS HEIGHT UR STILL TALLER THAN ME 😘😘💍💍
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Were you kidding when you said that Terra was supposed to have a girlfriend?
No, not exactly, idr cause the last time i fund any articles about ff6 was like 10 years ago now its hard to find stuff now, but my older cousin is a massive ff fan since childhood and he is the one i got most of my info from since whenever there was a new interview or ultimania or book he was the first one to update me even though in this instance it was ten years ago and even he couldnt find this interview anymore but yeah he also remember an interview with kitase about it.
Eiter way the team left it for the player interpetation since terra is one of the few ff protags with no official love interest. Also there was that one half flirt line to celes which set the fandom on fire for awhile back then(also it was a half joke thingy like the barret date wgich i have allot to say about but i dont wanna set the fandom on fire)
Also i think i forgot to mention in my original post but in the end i think she is aro ace/very demi.(in the final cut)
(also this whole controversy happened when the gba version was released cause i think the translation was a bit different from the snes version so it sparked the controversy but as you imagine this was a long ass time ago)
*i played it first on the gba era in english(one of the few ff i played first in english since i couldnt wait a half a year to get the japanese version, also on gba its harder to read kanji since mine wasnt backlit) and my older cousin (played the jp version on ps1&sf&gba- he was the one who got me into final fantasy) so i had a chat with him to confirm this memory and he said he also thought the game implied her being either lesbian or asexual.
Im in midst of replaying the older titles in honor of the pixel remaster(but i play the ps1 versions cause its prettier 👁️👄👁️)
So ill do an update sometime when ill finish(also idk if they re translated the pixel remasters or no so my posts will be faithful to the original)
Also sorry for my bad english i suck at expressing myself via writing in all languages.
But yeah ive sent my cousin on the quest to find this iterview in the deep japanese web so good luck to us😂(i have a very severe adhd so sorry if its all over the place i tried to be the clearest i can)
*edit also- speaking wise my japanese is good enough to play games, but i suck at kanji so if there is no furigana i need to use kanji apps/ dictionarys (im mixed and wasnt born in japan so all my language abilities are through family since i live in a country that theres not many japanese mixed/asian mixed at all)
So when ill get a new pc i would rework the posts again+ gather all the links& translations ( i really wanted to take screenshotsfrom the games and edit translations and do a big post but its still on the way since i cant make it work on my phone properly but yeah its in the works for a while now i was just pissed on the huge backlash 16 got bec it had a gay kiss(idk if online but in local jrpgs groups this shit was everywhere)
So i just took all the notes i was collecting for a while and posted it in a very low quality post but yeah it was a vent post to the void mostly😂
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You write? :3
yes i do 😳 above everything else i consider myself a writer. it’s a fundamental part of me—words are what i’m good at, and like an illustrator can create wonderful worlds with lines and color, i strive to do the same with words.
i can remember before i even learned to read i was 4 years old and had stories i wanted to tell. i was 12-14 and i blackened journals with poetry and prose, things i would look back on now and think ‘omg cringe’ but in the moment that was my flow and i’ll never judge myself for that. any sort of creative writing project in school was a guaranteed 100 for me, because i took on the assignment like it was my mission from god. when i was 14/15 my best friend was always the one i would send any original writing/stories to bc she would always hype me up and help me talk through my ideas. i owe a lot of my perseverance to her, because she gave me the encouragement i needed to keep pushing myself to get better and better. i have original characters and stories that i started/worked on when i was 14-18, as well as a lot of stream of consciousness poetry and a few other abstract ocs that i wrote when i was 18-20 and going thru crazy shit w friends and almost-never-quite-lovers. i started this blog when i was 16 and mainly used it as a fandom blog to write star wars fanfiction, and i wouldnt say i established any sort of foothold as a fan content creator, but i published a lot of stuff here and on ao3, ao3 who is my wife and my beloved angel forever and ever til (hopefully only my) death do us part. long live, amen. my inspiration to write ebbs and flows so i don’t push it when it isn’t working for me. for like a year i created content for pedro pascal’s cinematic universe of characters™ when i got super into the mandalorian, but then my interest for it faded. i also started doing drugs again which always hinders my writing and that’s actually a huge reason why i’m sober now, and a huge motivation to stay sober. then i somehow went through an mlp phase like an insane person, and im still working on a collaborative project for rarijack (bless) w an artist who i met via that fandom. the lesbian/sapphic/wlw content creators in mlp fandom on tumblr are actually epic tho they are few and far between. quite a few hidden gems, but v hidden bc there are so many creators and not everyone gets the attention they deserve. mlp didn’t spark my desire to create fan content/fic quite like the locked tomb tho, which is my current obsession and also permanently altered my brain chemistry like nothing i’ve ever read before and oh my god in like 3ish months ive literally written probably upwards of 80k words of a modern/college au that i’m still working the kinks out of. and it is. mostly smut because i saw these lesbians and i was like yall deserve to kiss and have narsty (meaningful) dyke sex and also hold each other for 17hours straight and not have to deal with so much shit. but then again i also am putting them through their own trials and tribulations in the au. so. yknow. some characters beg to be traumatized. it’s a character study, among other things. lmao. but yeah i havent posted anything for tlt yet bc one im just a little bit scared of the fandom on here and also ive set myself with this goal that i want to FINISH a story and publish it bc i always end up posting my stuff without finishing and when i read fic i like it to have a promise of an ending, so i also want to emulate that as a writer, even just on a personal level of wanting to say i’m capable of starting and finishing something meaningful like that. i also havent ever posted original work/poetry (maybe some poetry i cant remember) bc it’s. idk more near and dear to me than fanfiction, and i consider everything i write very near and dear, so i guard the og stuff w my life lmao.
damn. sorry for the life story but. it really is just a fundamental part of who i am. i’m in the process of becoming a kindergarten teacher and one thing i’ve always wanted to do was to learn how to create stories that are relevant for my students. i’ve also always wanted to create a children’s book; one of my lovely coworkers has a degree in studio art and she’s dreamt of being an illustrator for a children’s book, so i’ve been seriously considering doing that with her at some point in the future, once my life is more settled and i’m able to focus on it and give it the attention it needs <3 thanks for your curiosity hehehe
#asks#about me#yeah lmao i think it’s funny to keep writer in my bio#even if i never share Writing. but yknow. we contain multitudes etc
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you said you had like 31 WIPs in your notes app… do you really think you should be asking for people to send in more thoughts/requests? lol
i don’t know if this was meant to be rude or not and maybe i’m being sensitive, but this is rude.
writing is a really fucking hard hobby and yeah, i do have 31 fic ideas/wips in my notes app, plus probably that many more headcanon asks in my inbox. trust me, i want to write them all, i want to write every fucking idea i’ve ever had!
but i can’t. i don’t have the time or the talent or the motivation to write all of that even though i want to. i work a crazy demanding 8-6 and i have other commitments, but writing is my favorite hobby even though it makes me crazy when i can’t get all the ideas out that i want to!
sometimes the ideas have to sit for a bit before i get to them, sometimes i can’t force myself to write something when im not in the mood for it. the brady fic i just posted - all 10.5k of it - was written in spurts of a couple of weeks. i have fics in various states of completion. i’ve written 13k of a knight brady au this month. i’ve written SO FUCKING MUCH this month. i’ve written 150k in andrei fic since march. and in my mind that’s not enough. i want to write more. i wish i could write more.
sometimes i need to focus on a different idea for a bit and if people send in requests or ideas that may spark something for me. i think i’ve been fairly open about struggling with writing lately and trying to get back into posting regularly, but comments like this just do not help because they remind me of how much i’ve got “outstanding” and how many people have asked for things MONTHS AGO that haven’t been written and it makes me feel awful.
honestly i dont even know if this reply makes sense, i don’t know if anything ive written this month makes sense. i’ve hated 95% of the words i put on paper and im really annoyed that i opened this ask and even bothered to reply to it because i was in the flow for another fic and now im just kind of cranky about writing again.
so. yeah. 😐
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hey! so its 4am and ive just finished my, um... fifth(?) reread of world's saddest breakfast club and like! aaahhhh!!!
do u got abything to tell us abt this story? like sbt the writing proccess or things u thought that did not make it in or hc or anything really. i dont have a question exactly, just wanted to hear you talk about it. im a bit. well. obssesed.
Oooh cool question! I definitely do!
World's Saddest Breakfast Club: Fun Facts
The opening line is a result of me angsting to @batmoniker about how I couldn't figure out how to start my fic, and her jokingly being like "I got you, bro. Ready? 'It was a dark and stormy night'" and then me just being stubborn and committing to the bit.
The story started with a vague idea of "everyone in the kitchen at 3am for different reasons and Jason channeling his inner short order cook." All I knew going in was the order I wanted people to appear, what was wrong with them (sick, hurt, insomnia, etc) and what food Jason would be making for them. Everything else I made up as I went.
If I could go back and change one thing about this fic, I'd reduce how long Jason was kidnapped to like, 6-8 days, max. 16 days seemed funny when I wrote it, but in hindsight, I feel like he'd be a little more fucked up in the story if he were really escaping from that many days of captivity lmao
I headcanon Dick as the kind of person who straight-up forgets to eat when he's preoccupied, and Jason as the kind of person who cannot FATHOM this concept. Jason absolutely will miss a meal if the situation calls for it, don't get me wrong, but he's aware the entire time he's doing it and it makes him super antsy. (This once turned into A Thing™ when Jason was like, 13 years old and staying with Dick for the weekend for some brotherly bonding and Dick forgot about lunch and by 5pm, Jason maybe sorta kinda had a minor panic attack about it. Dick was a lot more mindful of that moving forward)
Bruce's favorite food being lobster thermidor is a reference to the Lego Batman movie
I wrote this whole fic with Julia Child's recipe pulled up in one tab and my google doc in the other
At some point I realized that since I started with fresh lobsters, I was going to have to write Jason killing them, and it derailed me so hard that the fic nearly became about meatloaf instead. (Never mind the fact that Jason canonically kills human beings — that's totally fine. I just draw the line at him killing lobsters 😰)
(in the end I just kinda glossed over it and made sure they were already cooked before Damian appeared so I wouldn't have to address it 😬)
Dick's reoccurring shoulder injury is a reference to the DCAU where I swear that man has dislocated his shoulder/injured his arm at least 4x
The line about Tim being allergic/throwing up when he eats eggs was inspired by a line in chap 11 of @goldkirk's fic Hymn, which I've reread about 37x
Jason is correct— grits are fucking delicious and definitely not baby food.
My favorite line is "Okay there’s self-sacrificial bullshit, and then there’s whatever the fresh hell that is."
The idea for Cass being a big meat-eater comes from a comic panel where Steph offers her a plate of rice and beans and Cass says needs meat and starts mischievously eying Steph's hamster. Can't find the panel to save my life, but I promise it's out there.
EDIT: finally found it!
Steph's nickname of "Zombie Boy" for Jason is borrowed from @audreycritter's Cor Et Cerebrum series (which is a fucking masterpiece, btw)
This fic was gonna be called "Creatures of the Night" until batmoniker said Steph's line made for a better title
Several people have asked me whether Jason was really cooking Bruce's lobster to spite him, or if he was actually intending to make it for him all along. The answer is... both? Like Jason's kind of an unreliable narrator in that he's trying to convince himself that he's just doing what he's doing to be a little shithead when deep down it's all stemming from his need to take care of his family, you know? Like he'll never admit it, but that's where his heart is at.
To everyone who's asked for a part 2 where the family finds out Jason was kidnapped, I'm gonna be honest: the main reason I don't think I'm ever going to write that scene is because I can't come up with a good enough joke for him to make to accidentally out himself ☠️
90 notes - Posted September 18, 2022
#4
Imagine Bruce starting therapy and learning about all these cool new tricks and gadgets that can help with emotional regulation and getting super invested (because I mean, c’mon, the dude’s like the king of gadget hoarding, he’s got a utility belt for goodness sake)
Then imagine the learning curve of him realizing that just because something works great for one of his kids, doesn’t mean it works for all of them, as illustrated by this memorable incident:
Jason gets really upset and starts having a minor panic attack about something
Bruce, proud owner of 14 new weighted blankets (in various styles, weights, and sizes), tries to wrap his adult son up in one to ground him
After all, Bruce himself finds them super comforting because it’s basically a socially acceptable alternative to wearing a massive Kevlar cape 24/7 like he’d do if he could
(Tim loves them too, so like, kid tested, parent approved™️)
Ends up totally backfiring when the added weight & restricted movement sends Jason into a full-blown flashback of digging out of his own grave, taking this panic attack from like a 4 to a 10
Whoops
130 notes - Posted December 6, 2022
#3
Sometimes I get really hung up on trying to make all the logistics and time frame work out in my fanfics
Then I see how the professionals handle this dilemma:
211 notes - Posted March 12, 2022
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I have a headcanon that Dick doesn’t actually like cereal nearly as much as he pretends to.
He just knew that Bruce felt bad about his own cooking ineptitude in the early days after taking his new ward in, so whenever Alfred had the night off, the 9-year-old insisted cereal was his ‘favorite food on the planet’ because it was something that Bruce could actually handle preparing for him without setting off the smoke alarms and it made him happy to do it
372 notes - Posted April 9, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Tim hardly ever wears seatbelts.
It’s not a conscious choice at this point really, he just never got into the habit. When he outgrew his last car seat at age five, his parents didn’t bother getting him a booster and just let him sit in the normal seat, so the belt always felt like it was cutting into his neck and he hated it. He put up a big fuss about it once on the way to some important event, and his parents just huffed, “Fine, don’t wear it then. Fly out the window for all I care” and that was that. They never forced him again.
He just so rarely has to wear one that it slips his mind. Buses don’t have seatbelts. Motorcycles don’t have seatbelts. The Batmobile has them, but they’re rarely used due to the necessity for split-second drop ins and getaways.
It’s not until he’s 17 and driving with Jason somewhere that he finally gets called out on it. Not only called out, but told in a no nonsense sort of way “This car ain’t moving till I hear a fucking click. What, did they stop showing ‘Red Asphalt’ in drivers ed while I was dead??”
(They do still show it. Tim just slept through that class)
557 notes - Posted November 7, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#Okay apparently I need to work on my tagging skills lmao
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E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?
u ask this like ive completed a fic ever in my life hsabjdl
but yeah none of the fics ive completed are all that worthy of a sequel in my eyes ig, but i did have an idea for a sequel for aootd where quentin and eliot get back to their own timeline and have to just like figure out if the whole thing they just experienced happened at all. also is quentin alive? who knows, great question to ask someone not me hbjdfs
(dont watch the magicians dont do it if anyone looks at that fic summary and goes oh that looks interesting but i'll have to watch the show first stop right there dont do it its not worth it the suffering is not worth it literally DO NOT)
the rest is under the cut bc this got soooo long asbhjkd
F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
jsdbnlkf okee taking this as a sign to talk abt my satoshouko convo thank u for enabling meee hehe >:D
“Stop that,” she says, frowning. “Don’t lie like that to me, it’s creepy.”
“And you know all about creepy, huh?” he teases and feels the ground under his feet come a little closer. Unimportant conversation is an old comfort and he clings to the offer presented to him.
“More than you,” she returns cooly. “Now get up. You’re coming back to my place.” She begins walking around the morgue collecting her own things.
“I— What?” He stutters, all of him at once, fingers twitching and eyesight shaking. He’s still too many feet above the ground for this, it seems. “Why?”
“You’re a mess,” Shouko explains, throwing a packet of cigarettes in her work purse; she has a nicer one that she brings out shopping and to cafés, he knows, that Utahime bought for her when they first started dating. The one she has for work is heavily worn and a dull brown; she’s had it since high school and they both pretend to forget where she’d gotten it from. “I don’t trust you by yourself and I don’t think you want to worry your kids, so you’re coming home with me.”
“I’m fine, Shouko,” he tries to protest, but she shoots him a sternly unimpressed glare and walks back over to get in his face.
“No you’re fucking not, don’t even try that right now. It won’t work. Besides…” she straightens up and turns away from him, tugging her bag’s strap up her shoulder. “You’re not the only one who needs some company tonight.”
okay on top of the brainrot writing this sparked in me my favorite favorite thing to write is characters with differing goals and they have very differing goals. i like when a character has already made a decision and i like writing characters disagreeing a bit. i just loveee when i get to write different motivations and i love them i love this convo and i like writing shouko mhm
H: How would you describe your style?
uhhh thats difficult lol but like i know i lean pretty hard into being very descriptive and i like a lottt of metaphors and imagery, but my main goal is always to get my mental picture across as much as i can, so i guess thats why. i like to keep dialogue on the sparser side, though. most of the time people dont monologue, so i try not to let the characters do it and i spent a lot of time rlly figuring out how ppl naturally speak so that i could do that ljsfdhb <33
U: Share three FOUR !! of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.
djhbsvjhdfbjv uhhhhhh shit lolol i dont usually read all that much by the same fic authors bc i jump fandoms p often (before jjk anyway, usually hyperfixations only last like 3-4 months for me, this has been like. eight or so; not counting dr who i come back to that a lot sbhjkd), but i will try my bestttt
yukiiiiii <33 obvi obvi echo's writing is so good that i read their bsd fic and i know like nothing abt bsd sfjbhd
biscaaniii!!! admittedly ive only read their jjk works but theyre so so so good highly recommend!!
krissssssss!!!! hi hi hi kris writes naruto stuff but u should read it everyone should read it her writing is soooo gooddddd!!!!!!!
also u habibi bc though i admittedly havent read all ur fics the ones i have read have been sooo good i love them v much i need to finish the miminana fic and read the rest dbjhf <333
ask game!!
#i want to link more mutuals but if i did i think we'd be here forever#also i didnt mean to only link mutuals ahjsfb i just like.. have a habit(?) of accidentally becoming friends w authors i adore#its a rlly strange pattern actually hm#but yeah these are mostly jjk shit gets diff if i try and think of more bc then we rlly will be here forever#and also i dont usually tend to follow authors that much im only subbed to like 10 ppl on ao3? sjkfad#4 of them are the ppl i recd sbhjlf#askask#friend tag#sorry this is so long btw ig i got talkative
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hey emmy! i’m currently procrastinating like a total dumbass but after seeing the idiotic messages people are sending you again i just felt the need to write you a little something something.
for one, i will never in a million years understand why people are just generally disrespectful towards you because your fantastic work is getting the appreciation it deserves. do they just enjoy being bitter or something? do they find pride in being “quirky” and “not like other girls” for hating on your rightfully popular works? or maybe they just can’t seem to conceal their jealousy and decide to be asshats through anon messages? like, seriously, if you’re gonna say some bullshit like that, say it with your whole chest and don’t be a coward!
but anyways, moving away from the negativity; emmy, you have raw writing talent and i’d be pissed if you DIDN’T share your works with us on this website. you’ve somehow managed to incorporate simplicity alongside such incredible detail in your fics and blurbs and it just makes reading your works that much more of an amazing experience.
i often find myself unable to read certain texts because of the techniques and layouts some authors use, but the way you incorporate imagery and repetition (alongside many more that i can’t seem to remember the names of atm) honestly makes reading what you create so fun.
i love reading your stuff and how you portray steve and eddie is such a breath of fresh air (and might i say scarily accurate? i think that you, along with @hellfirewhores and @1986harrington are some of, if not the best people on here who write them.). you put so much time and effort into what you do and the hours you spend researching and planning are seriously paying off.
i, myself, am a writer (on wattpad, unfortunately) and you’ve inspired me so much and have helped me without even knowing it. recently i’ve been receiving a lot of support and love from my readers and close friends on my works, saying how i’ve significant improved over the past few weeks and it’s all thanks to you. and i know you’ll probably say something to keep yourself humble and that i don’t owe you any credit for my success, but i honestly do.
even outside of writing and just in life in general, i felt stuck for a while and lost all motivation for quite some time, but stumbling across your page helped me find my spark that i was sure wouldn’t come back.
hell, you’ve even got me considering posting on this awfully frightening site, which is, oddly enough, an almost impossible task since ive been avoiding it for years. (but then again, maybe turning 18 has me going all topsy-turvy.. who knows! adulthood, amirite?)
all in all, you are such an important part of this fandom and i truly hope you know that! i seriously could not imagine what the hell i would be doing in my spare time if i didn’t find you when i did, and you’ve made some of my days just that little bit better.
fuck all of those jerks who think you’re undeserving of the praise and attention you receive because to put it plainly, you just do.
have a great rest of your day! much love! <3
from anon ali :)
Ali!
You absolute sweetheart, I was smiling the entire time reading this, you’re so lovely, thank you so much! I don’t even wanna touch on the salty anons because you’ve made me so happy by being so cute.
Thank you thank you thank you’re being so complimentary, seriously you’re far too kind! But thank you (again) for reading never mind writing out something like this! 🥹
I’m incredibly honoured to even be considered someone that’s helped you with your own writing, honestly, it’s so sweet of you to say that and I hope you’re writing is going well! (You should definitely start posting on tumblr I’d love to read it).
And once again, because I can’t say it too much, thank you! You’re so lovely and so kind and you’ve made my day. I hope you have a lovely day or night 🧡🧡🧡
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i read ur post. im so sorry that life hasn’t been treating u as well as u deserve and im sorry that tumblr isnt as kind of a place as one would imagine. as a reader myself, i think i found it very hard to understand why a lot of writers were complaining about not getting enough reblogs? and hear me out, i really dont want to offend anyone. but i didnt get it. ive had a tumblr for +10 years now, and ive only just now found myself on the “fan fic side” of it. and idk, i think i was very naïve to think that “oh well but getting 5 reblogs must be as good as anything?? like 5 people liking it enough to reblog it is insane??” but then i put up my own fic about a week ago i think?? and i got like 60 notes?? which i still think is a good amount, but it also very much put be in a place of “oh well maybe im just not a good writer or creative enough” so much so that im not sure ill ever release something again??
i didnt mean for this to get this long, but yeah idk what im trying to say with this?? im sorry for being naïve and not getting others feelings and idk i kind of hope that it will give u the tiniest bit of consolence as to why people seem a bit lazy sometimes?? that it is more out of not understanding rather than that they do not appreciate ur work?? and also this was not to say that i didnt understand why u have to reblog to support, but more of a “readers may not always understand that 5 reblogs for something u used 1 month on writing isnt always enough”
im not sure if my message is clear?? nonetheless i just wanted to say that im very much in love with everything u write and still reread all ur work from time to time. im so happy i stumbled upon ur tumblr bc its helped me greatly on days where i needed it. take a break as long as u want, and even if u dont want to come back - just know that u have blessed us with so amazing stories that will be my faves till the end of time. i can very much see ur dreams of screenwriting coming true!! take care of urself and im so sorry that this turned so long??
- e 💖
Don’t apologize! I’ve been on here for about 8 years and didn’t get it at first either. It’s a learning experience for sure. I think a lot about the notes on fics also depend on the fandom.
Im very lucky and grateful for all the love and I don’t mean that to come off snotty or bitchy in anyway—it’s just very easy to compare yourself to other writers and see their success as perfect and yours as less than.
And I don’t think it’s necessarily a reader problem, but a content problem. We consume so much and don’t realize there are people on the other side. People looking for support and validation that isn’t always given. And I’ve been a silent reader before and regret it so much. But I’ve been trying to remedy that with fic recs and my own reblogs.
Thank you so much. I am certain something will spark interest in the future—heck, maybe it will be a show coming out soon or a movie in the next month. You never know, right?
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Most/Least Tag Game
Rules: give us the links to your wonderful works with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks/Most words/Least words
i was not tagged i just saw this on the dash and stole it
Most Hits & Most Kudos - these two have the same top two so i'm putting them together
#1 - :) - some fluffy figure skating rpf about xinyu liu's habit of princess carrying yuzuru hanyu. pretty sure its popularity is owed mostly to good timing since i wrote it just after olys but it is p cute
#2 - Are we still sisters? - arcane league of legends fic, ngl i just wrote this as proof of concept for male Vi, and as such it turned out a bit weird, but once again i think fandom popularity at the time contributed to it doing well
Most Comments - a new challenger appears! Two Trucks Having Sex - I wrote this for a group game about sentient cars, where we were challenged to explain how car sex works. trying to figure that out absolutely broke my brain, so instead i went for something much easier: figuring out how car bdsm works! probably the weirdest thing ive ever written, which is probably what led so many people to want to say something about it, but honestly, i had a great time writing it and brainstorming car kinks with a friend. the trucks are called brad and chad
Most Bookmarks - We're back to :) on the top spot, but number two for this is Supergirl: Year One, a joke fic i wrote to canonize the delightful tag Kara Danvers Doesn't Know Kara Danvers is Supergirl. it is honestly still funny and i'm glad other people appreciate it
Most Words - Seconds and Second Chances - once again with the group game fics! we were playing a batman-themed group game, and each day we were given a question/prompt to answer. after 10 days of this, we were told to write a fic featuring at least 3 of our answers. overachiever that i am, i decided to include all my answers, which resulted in 1800 words, over 500 words more than my second-longest fic. anyway it's about jason (because i was playing him in the game) and surprisingly decent if i do say so myself
Least Words - Empty Spaces - clocking in at 20 words, i dare say it'll probably stay my shortest fic forever. some post about reverse tropes was going around and i got to thinking about what "too many beds" would look like, and it sparked off some extremely short george weasley angst
since i stole this, pls steal it yourself and say i tagged you!
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HELLO!!! NEW ANON HERE BUT,, i enjoy your writing very much :3 i wanted to request something for tommy :D bare with me here: remember how tommy said he barely seen the apartment before moving in? WELL- what if him and the reader (who aren’t together but have very obvious crushes on each other) move into the apartment, and both find out theres one bed. So basically a bed sharing trope :) you can take creative control from there :3 i don’t wanna keep you from adding your spark to it !!! - :3 anon
a/n: HEELLOOOO MY LOVELY ‘:3’ ANON! :> UR SO AWESOME HEHE. I LIVE THIS AND DECIDED TO MIX THIS UP WITH ANOTHER REQUEST IVE GOTTEN? i don’t think I can put two requests in one fic like tumblr wise, but it’s just some word prompts that I liked!! SO YEAH HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH? ILY! ur added to the anon list that’s pinned on my masterlist :O
look at this boy 😭 ^^^^^^ HES SO <333
Sharing it is then
a Tommyinnit/ You!!!
summary: you and Tommy are best friends, and super close. And god, did you have a crush on your pretty bestie, he was just breathtaking. But, you moved into a temporary apartment, and Tommy didn’t wanna check it before hand. That’s how you found out there was. ONLY. ONE. BED.
This is a ROMANTIC fic, it starts of platonic. There’s nothing weird in here I’m sorry I even have to say that, but there’s such weird ppl on the internet. Yes, the plot is that they have to sleep in one bed, but other than cuddling and a kiss or two nothing happens of course. Any weird comments will be deleted.
NO PRONOUNS USED
swearing (once), kissing.
Another Tommy fic. Yes.
A sigh left the blonde’s lips. You looked at him. You were on the train to Brighton, where you were getting the keys for your new, shared apartment. It was just temporary, but god, it was still so exciting to move in with someone you loved so much. You were in love with him, it was no secret to yourself, but it was difficult. What is more difficult than having a crush on your best friend? Nothing. You thought. A whistle snapped you back into reality. It was Tommy. ‘Whatcha staring for?’ He said, grinning. You tried not to flush a bright red, but it was really hard for you. You laughed it off. ‘Sorry, I zoned out.’ you excused. You were nervous, excitement bubbling up inside you. You imagined what your life will look like every day with HIM. Late mornings, shared breakfasts, movie nights, cooking for him, cuddles maybe… No, no. Needn’t get your hopes up, it will ruin you. You shook those thoughts off of you, and smiled at your best friend again. ‘There’s still like 4 hours before we can go into the apartment, watcha wanna do?’ He asked, returning your smile. ‘Hmmm, aren’t there woods over there? Wil was talking about that right?’ You suggested, and his face lit up immediately. ‘YEAH! I mean, yeah dude, that sounds cool! We should do like a picnic? I’ll get some food on the station in a minute’ You blushed a bit at his idea, it kinda sounding like a date. ‘Yeah, alright’ and you both looked at the passing landscape outside again.
Your hand brushed over the picnic blanket you bought last moment, at a shop you passed on the way to the woods. It was quite extraordinary, it had pretty white lace on the edges, which contrasted beautifully with the dark ground you were seated on. Tommy noticed it too. ‘That’s very pretty actually, you should keep that. For our apartment’ he pointed at the blanket. You nodded, a big smile on your face. ‘You know what? Yeah, let’s keep it’ he was thinking about your shared apartment, it was obvious, and you loved it. ‘Are you nervous? Your leg’s bouncing.’ He commented. You stopped quickly. ‘Oh, uh, I don’t know? Maybe, but I’m mostly excited’ you answered honestly, and he liked that. He looked you directly in the eyes, nodding happily. ‘Me as well. It will be okay, we got this’ He comfortingly put his hand on the leg that was previously shaking, brushing along the fishnets that were on your legs. ‘Those are really pretty,’ he said, talking about the fishnets. ‘Thank you!’ You smiled even wider. You knew he liked those, that’s mainly why you wore them today, but it still made your heart flutter.
He took your hand as everything was propped in your bags again, and you walked out of the beautiful, forest green woods. To your surprise he held it for the entire walk, and you couldn’t believe that you were ACTUALLY holding his hand right now, but also ACTUALLY were getting the key in the next 15 minutes. You arrived and quickly met up with the guy who would be handing you the keys. It was a bit of a fuss though, there were some miscommunications, but Tommy managed to get it all together. You thanked him honestly, and he petted your back twice. He gave you the honors to open the door for the very first time, and you looked at each other happily as you stepped into the room. It looked pretty good, it was quite cold though, but it was pretty inside. You looked at the bathroom, a office area, and the kitchen. You smiled as he fell on to his bed. ‘Wow that’s soft, and it’s so big? Wtf?’ You giggled at him. He stood up again, hooking his arm through yours. ‘Now let’s see where you shall sleep, hm?’ You nodded. But quickly you realized that there were no rooms left. You looked shocked, and Tommy immediately took the stairs downward to ask the guy what went wrong here. You sipped your water, still taking in what happened, when he came back. ‘And?’ You asked. He was refraining from looking you in the eyes. ‘Well, Y/n, don’t be upset, but I kinda didn’t look at the room first and..’ he began. ‘YOU DIDNT REVIEW THE ROOM?’ you yelled, maybe a bit too hard. ‘Nope, I mean, it’s temporary, and I didn’t think it was necessary’ you nodded. He could be like that. ‘When the man told me it was a two person room, I guessed that there were two separate beds, right’ he said, still looking anywhere but your eyes. You slowly got it all. ‘There’s only one bed.’ He said, reading out your thoughts. ‘There is no couch, Y/n, we don’t have a extra matress..’ He made clear what the situation was. ‘Right’ you said.
You chilled on the bed, hanging out, on opposite sides. You looked at him, you still hadn’t come up with a solution. One of the episodes of the show you were watching was playing on the tv, but you were still focused on the situation you were in. ‘Look Y/n, it’s late, I’m getting tired, I will sleep on the floor’ he said, and he moved up. He was stopped by your hand grabbing his wrist. ‘No. No, Tommy, I will’ you said. But he quickly shook his head. ‘I’m sorry, I mean I created this situation, it’s my fault.’ You were close to him, from having him pulled back towards you. ‘No! No.. It’s okay, i- I don’t, I don’t mind actually.’ You whispered the last part. ‘What was that?’ Tommy looked into your eyes again, a crimson color spread around his nose in a blush. ‘I don’t mind there being one bed, I kinda, well. I really, like you, Tom.’ That took you all your confidence, but you said it. His eyes went wide, and you were scared to see what would be next, as he stuttered a bit. ‘Really?’ He asked, and you nodded. His eyes looked deep into yours, and then fluttered to look at your lips. Your breathing quickened, and he got even closer to you. ‘Is this okay?’ He asked, as his nose brushed against yours. ‘Mhm’ you hummed, your head red as a tomato. And quickly after your response, he pushed his lips against yours, you meeting each other in a loving kiss. He pulled his arms around your waist, yours brushing through his lovely golden curls. It was like coming home after a long time. It was like finally having a large weight off your shoulders that you carried around for long. It was amazing. He pulled away, but still remained close to your face. His breathing was warm, and your heart was racing in your chest. He smiled. You smiled. ‘Sharing the bed, then?’ He commented. You nodded fast, which made him giggle. You quickly got under the covers, warming your body. He pulled you back quickly, meeting his embrace in a close cuddle. This felt fuzzy, like a dream, but you knew that this was the best decision of your life. A kiss was pressed against your temple, and your nose, and he softly whispered ‘I love you’ as you both drifted off in a comfortable sleep.
You fluttered your eyes open, as you rose with the sunshine peeking through the windows. It was bright yellow, like sweet honey in morning light. You smiled, the new room already growing on you. You turned around, and saw a sight which made you smile even more. Your heart jumped as you saw Tommy’s soft golden hair shine in the sunlight, his cheeks a soft rosy color. His eyes were still shut, and watching him breathe for a while, you were sure he was still in a deep sleep. You couldn’t help but touch him, your fingers softly brushing his cheek and neck. You got an idea, and you quickly gave him a peck on the forehead before you got up from the bed. It was chilly, and you made a mental note to ask about the heater later that day. So you put on one of Tommy’s jumpers, it was big on you, but you loved it on you. It was comforting, and you looked at yourself as you moved into the kitchen. You looked into the cabinets, and got some ingredients. You tried to make a breakfast for the both of you with the lack of groceries you had, but when it was done, it was quite okay. Your stomach was hurting from the hunger, so you quickly poured a glass of orange juice as you moved the meal into the bedroom. You placed the tray on your bed, and crawled onto the matress as well. You smiled, thinking about how he’d like it, and you got up with an idea to wake him. You kissed him on the lips, his still sleeping figure not moving. You littered him with little kisses, and he slowly opened his eyes. ‘Good morning, darling.’ He smiled, all the memories from yesterday came back to him. He kissed you again, pulling you in. ‘Hi baby’ he said, and he looked at the tray you were pointing that. His eyes widened quickly. ‘AWWWWWW THAT LOOKS SO YUMMY DID YOU MAKE THAT?’ He said in his high pitched voice, his brows going up. You smiled, and answered with a ‘YEAHHH’. He tickled you and pulled you close again, and you ate the breakfast together in a comfortable silence. It started to pour outside, so you staid inside that day, in bed, cuddling. You looked at your hands, which were intertwining in front of you. He stroked yours, nuzzling his head into your head. ‘Y/n?’ he whispered. ‘Mhm?’ ‘What would you think of… being my significant other?’ He mumbled. You looked up at him, and you nodded happily ‘I think that’s a lovely idea’ you smiled, and pulled him even closer.
a/n: I should be sleeping rn, have school tmmrw BUT I JUST NEED TO WRITE RN. SO I DID. I DONT WANNA PROOF READ BUT I AM GOING TO RIGHT NOW, IM SORRY IF I FALL ASLEEP WHILE DOING SO LMAOOOI’m sorry for the lack of things lately :( I love you so!! Take care of ur selves, ur actually so cool did u know that???!! :O
#tommyinnit#dsmp#dreamsmp#cricket crew#mcyt#mcyt imagine#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit x you#tommyinnit fic#romantic tommyinnit#tommyinnit imagine#tom simons
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all tied up - mason mount
this is a part 2 to brat bc i promised smut but the original piece i was working on wasn’t going how i wanted so i thought i’d work on this instead but even then this is probably the worst thing ive written bc my writing rn is a very meh :/ ,,,, also this is a happy bday to mason <3
warnings: smut, 18+, very bad smut, choking, use of a blindfold, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, daddy kink, dom!mason, sub!reader, edging, orgasm denial?, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex
“Now why don’t you be a good girl and get on your knees so I can fuck you?”
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He'd left you on your knees on the bed, completely naked, arse in the air, with the threat that if you'd moved by the time he'd got back the night would be over and you'd be going to sleep painfully turned on. Your wrists were still bound and despite your lack of boyfriend, the thoughts plaguing your mind had you dripping down your inner thigh and you were more than a little embarrassed over the effect he had on you. He hadn't touched you all night and you were already on the trembling edge of an orgasm. There was a mirror propped just beside the bed at the perfect angle to give yourself a full view of your body and of Mason when he walked back into the hotel room.
He'd thrown his trousers back on and half buttoned his shirt but anyone with half a brain would be able to tell what he'd been up to with just one glance in his direction. His cheeks were still flushed pink and his eyes still held that harsh lust in them but they sparked when he spotted you in the exact same position. You met his gaze through the mirror and wiggled your arse to get his full attention.
"What are you doing?" You caught sight of the single glass of wine in his hand before he set it on the bedside table and came up behind you. He kept his gaze locked on yours as he ran his fingers across your pussy, gathering your wetness and using it to carefully circle your clit. You hips bucked and you whined softly, trying to push yourself further into his hand but he simply shook his head.
"I still don't think you deserve to cum."
"But I-"
"So I wanna play a different game. If you can be a good girl and hold off your orgasm until I say you can cum I'll forget about what you did and won't punish you anymore. If you do cum, then I get to fuck you as much as I want for the next week and you aren't allowed to have an orgasm. Understand?" The breath left your body on a quick sigh, your brows drawing together because there was no way given how worked up you were that you could hold off your orgasm. All Mason had to do was rub his fingers over your clit just that little bit faster and you'd be a quivering mess on the sheets. When you didn't answer straight away he tutted softly and stepped back. "Or I could leave you now."
"No," Mason smirked at the panicked note in your voice and the desperate look on your face as you pushed yourself up, wrists still bound together and turned to him. He swallowed seeing you completely naked in front of him, eye make up half smeared down your cheeks from his previously not so gentle handling of you. "I can be a good girl."
"Really?" You were knelt just at the edge of the bed and he stepped up to you, fingers soft as they ran along your jaw. He pressed his thumb against your bottom lip and hummed when you wrapped your lips around it, sucking softly with those innocent eyes he adored so much. He leant forward and kissed along your jaw, mouth hot over your skin and with his thumb pressed down on your tongue he turned your head, lips settling against your ear. "We'll see."
His body heat left yours as he stepped back again, gaze roaming the hotel room, grin flashing dangerously when he spotted what he was looking for. Your eyes followed him across the room and you frowned when he picked up his belt, your knees shifting against the soft sheets as you watched him come closer.
"Only nice girls get to touch and I don't think you've been a nice girl at all today." He commented, fingers reaching for the tie wrapped around your wrists and he tugged it loose within just a few seconds, your fingers flexing afterwards. The black material fell to the bed and then Mason was pressing his hand against your hip and carefully pushing you towards the pillows. He was more than grateful for the slats in the headboard, his plans of keeping you tied up for the rest of the night seeming like a good idea. "Hands by the headboard, angel."
You were quick to do as you were told and Mason wasted no time in using his belt to secure you in place, his body settled beside yours and you felt flushed over the fact he was fully dressed while you weren't. He trailed the tips of his fingers along your arm and over the curve of your boob as you tried not to shiver, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You squirmed when his hand fell between your legs, the very tip of his finger swirling around your clit as you spread your legs further and raised your hips.
"Look how desperate you are. You're already making a mess on the sheets, Y/N." Your brows drew together and you gasped when Mason's palm made stinging contact with your clit, your thighs drawing shut before he could do it again. "Legs open." His voice was a low command, fingers pushing your thighs apart again but he didn't return to your pussy, just brushed his hand down your inner thigh.
With his other hand he reached for his discarded tie, smirking at your slightly confused expression. "I told you I was playing a different game. Close your eyes." Your lashes fluttered against the tops of your cheekbones and you swallowed harshly, puffing out a startled breath when Mason secured his tie around your head, the black material covering your eyes and restricting the view of your boyfriend. "Safe word?"
"Clouds."
"Good girl." Mason's fingers were soft across your chest but the loss of your sight made it feel like he was everywhere, your body tingling wherever he touched. His thumb flicked across your nipple and he playfully tugged it, momentarily mesmerised by the quickening rise and fall of your chest. "So fucking pretty, shame you have to be such a brat all the time."
"Mase-"
"Whining won't get you anything." Your hips had lifted from the bed again and he was harsh in pushing them back against the mattress. "I thought you said you were gonna be a good girl?"
"I will if you touch me."
"That's not how it works, sweetheart." The bed dipped and you turned your head to try and follow where he was going, hating the fact you couldn't see what he was doing because seeing him naked was at the top of your list of favourite things. You could hear him moving around, the soft thuds of his clothes hitting the floor making your insides clench and you mentally begged him to hurry up and do something. It was only seconds before he was back on top of you, bare skin against yours and you could help pressing yourself against his thigh when he slotted it between your legs.
"You wanna cum so bad don't you?" He mumbled the words against the skin of your jaw, his fingers wrapping around your throat as he turned his head to kiss you. It was messy and full of tongue, the rough hairs of his beard making you shudder as you tried to grind against his thigh again but he shifted out of your way, smirking into the kiss. "Be patient." His grip on your throat was light but still enough to make your head spin and you yanked at the belt when Mason shifted down your body, soft kisses following as he made his way to your boobs.
He lifted off your body again, hand leaving your neck and you dragged in a deep breath, hands balling into fists, legs bending at the knee. He was still slotted between your legs but was fiddling with something off to the side and your entire body jolted when he finally settled back over you.
"Oh, fuck," Mason had slipped an ice cube from the glass of wine between his teeth and the whimper you let out when he dragged it down the centre of your throat and between your boobs was so pathetic your cheeks flushed. You shivered against him, moaning when he circled your nipple, unsure whether the cold feeling was pleasurable or not. The heat from your skin had the cube melting relatively quick but Mason's tongue was there to lap up the running water, the warmth of his mouth when he wrapped his lips around your nipple making you arch up into him.
"Got the prettiest tits," He hummed, switching his mouth to your other nipple and sucking softly, teeth grazing your overly sensitive skin. "They're gonna look even prettier covered in my cum."
"No," It was a breathless sound, your head shaking as you tried to push your chest further into Mason but he pulled back, reaching over for another cube.
"No what?" He dragged his mouth along your stomach, setting the cube right above your belly button before watching it melt, cold fingers reaching up to tease your nipples again. You were aching for him and you were certain you'd actually made a mess of the white sheets but he didn't seem to care, his body lowering so he could pepper kiss over your hips. "You don't want me to cum on your tits? Want me to fill your pussy with my cum instead?"
You nodded quickly, squirming beneath him at the cold sting of the water running down one side of your body. Mason made a soft noise low in the back of his throat and pressed his hand flat against your stomach. "You wanna feel me in here?"
"Please, daddy." Your hips rose off the bed again, your pussy clenching around nothing and Mason pushed you back down, lips soft against your inner thigh. He shifted his head and his lips grazed over your clit, a feather light touch that had you gasping and pulling at the ties.
“Want me to eat you out first? See how long you can last when I fuck you with my tongue?” He kissed your clit, tongue darting out to taste you but he paused when you shook your head. Not being able to see him was killing you because you knew for a fact he was smirking up at you, cheeks flushed pink as he took in how you looked for him.
“No, I need you to fuck me. Please, just fuck me.” He swirled his tongue around your clit, pushing it down so he could tease your entrance before dragging it back up again. Your moan was soft and more like a whine, your thighs trying to close around his head.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you?”
“So badly, please, I won’t cum until you say so just, just fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Mason hummed lightly and then sat up on his knees, body still settled between your legs. He ran one hand over your thigh before lifting it over his shoulder, body pushing forward as he pressed his tip into your entrance.
“Do not cum.” The second the words left his mouth he thrust forward, bottoming out in a second, his soft groan mingling with your own cry of his name. The angle had him filling you so completely and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him, your hands pulling at the belt as you fought the overwhelming urge to grab on to him. He gave you no time to adjust, his hips snapping back before he was filling you again, long hard strokes that made your head fall back. “I’m gonna fuck you until everyone on this floor knows how much of a whore you are.” He half moaned the words, fingers tightening on your thigh as he thrust into you, the sound of his skin against yours filling the room.
Your thighs shook with trying not to cum and you were afraid you were going to make your palms bleed with how hard you were clenching your fists but rough Mason was your favourite and needed to feel all of him. His fingers found your throat again and he squeezed softly, your moans catching and sounding more broken the harder he fucked you. He dropped your thigh and instead settled his hand over your stomach, pressing down as he slowed the pace of his thrusts.
He pushed into you slowly but with hard strokes and each one had your body jolting up the bed, your tied hands pressing against the headboard to stop you hitting it. The pressure on your tummy was doing nothing to help keep your orgasm at bay and the way your inner walls fluttered around Mason’s cock had him moaning your name quietly.
“Can feel me in here can’t you, baby? Taking me like such a good girl, daddy’s gonna fill you with his cum yeah? Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Your head fell back into the pillows, your legs tightening around him as his words sent a flood of wetness between your legs. You were so close to coming but you knew you couldn’t, your moans turning more into cries as Mason picked up his pace again.
“Fuck, I’m- Stop, Oh my God, daddy-“
“Do not cum, Y/N.” His words were harsh and your hands pulled at the belt, your head turning as you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip.
“Please-“
“Hold it.”
“But-“
“I said, hold it, Y/N.”
“I can’t.” Mason suddenly stopped, pulling out of you as you whined, your orgasm fizzling out as your tried to catch your breath. His hands were soft as they slid along your thighs and then he ran them up your arms before carefully unhooking the belt, your arms falling free. Before you could reach for him or pull the blindfold off, Mason pinned your wrists back down in one of his hands, his lips settling by your ear.
“You’re gonna get on your knees and you’re not gonna cum, okay? I know you can hold it for me, so be a good girl.” He was quick in pulling the blindfold off and the look in his eyes when you finally looked at him made your entire body flush. He sat back and cocked his head. “Knees. Now.” He watched as you settled on your knees, elbows pressed into the mattress, arse in the air and he smirked when you tucked a pillow beneath you face.
“I’m not sure even that’s gonna help keep you quiet.” He wrapped his fingers around his cock and teased your clit, tip pushing in before he was pulling out again and running it through your slit. Your hips pushed back into him and he tutted, hand coming down hard over one cheek. You cry of pain was muffled by the pillow, your skin already starting to turn pink even as Mason soothed his fingers over it. “Stop pushing your luck.”
“I’m sorry.” You wiggled your arse and he shook his head, reaching forward to gather your hair into a ponytail and pull your head back, a soft whimper spilling from your lips at the sting in your scalp. Within the same breath Mason buried himself completely inside of you, his moan alone almost sending you completely over the edge. You could tell he was close to coming from the tight way he was gripping your hair and hip and the way his thrusts kept changing pace, his hips slamming into yours in quick succession before he was dragging out each one for a few seconds.
“Squeezing me so fucking good, baby. You’re doing so well for me, I know you can hold it a little longer.” Your fingers sank into the sheets and you tugged as you tried to keep it together, your moans and cries of Mason’s name making his own orgasm come quicker. You were so wet around him that his mind kept short circuiting, his hips stuttering as he tried himself not to cum yet.
He fucked you faster, his fingers most certainly leaving bruises on your hips and he could feel you clenching around him so tight that he knew you were going to cum in seconds. He gave one harsh slap to your arse before snaking his fingers around your front and pressing his fingers over your clit. You cried out into the pillow, legs almost giving out as they shook, his fingers swirling in quick motions over you.
“Fuck, fuck, please, Mason.” Your orgasm was just seconds away but you needed Mason to tell you you could cum before you could let it wash over you and the force of holding it back had tears forming in your eyes. “Daddy, I’ve been good, just, please.” You cut yourself off on a moan when he hit a particular spot and he hissed at how tightly your pussy clenched around him.
“Please what?” He was taunting even with his own release so close and if you weren’t teetering so close to the edge you’d probably want to punch him. But you were so desperate that his mocking wasn’t even registering.
“Please let me cum. I can’t-“ He thrust particularly hard and you fell silent, face buried in the pillow. Mason made a low noise in the back of his throat and clamped your hips even tighter, knowing fine well if he didn’t let you cum now he’d end up coming before you and he wasn’t really feeling all that selfish despite his earlier words.
“Cum for me then, angel.” The words were barely out of his mouth and your orgasm was taking over, your pussy clenching so tight around him he couldn’t hold back his moans as he fucked you through it. Your legs shook and your moans rolled in one after the other, your hips thrusting back against Mason so you could get the most out of your pleasure. His fingers kept rubbing slowly at your clit, the force of your orgasm bringing his own to the surface.
His hands gripped your arse as he came, a loud groan of your name mingling with your own sounds and he held himself inside of you, filling you completely just like he’d promised. You were still clenching around him and it made it difficult to think as he gave a few slow thrusts to ride out his own high, his fingers loosening on you as you both took in deep lungfuls of air. Your face was still buried in the pillow and you gave a little whimper when he pulled out of you, your body settling into the sheets now that Mason wasn’t holding you up.
He fell down on to his back beside you, chest heaving slightly and reached out to brush your hair behind your ear. It was a stark contrast to the way he’d been handling you seconds before and it had you smiling into the soft material of the pillow.
“You okay?”
“Gonna need a minute.” You whispered, voice scratchy from the amount of noise you’d been making. Your skin was hot and sweaty when Mason ran his hand across your back, eyes catching on the marks left behind from his over eager hands.
“Why don’t we run a bath? I’ll wash you hair?” You cracked one eye open at his offer and sent him a crooked, tired smile.
“Might have to carry me to the bathroom, I’m not sure my legs work.” Mason snorted and leant forward to kiss your forehead, grinning into the hair on the top of your head.
“I can do that.”
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SOFT THORNS — “i don’t want you to be in love with someone else” | III OUT OF IV
Summary: Collection of writing based on lines taken from Bridgett Devoue's Soft Thorns.
He didn't mean to stare.
Well, he did. For a bit. You were pretty today and he had thought maybe it was time for him to tell you the truth about his feeling. His crush. His affection for you. His feeling for you which might be toeing the line of love.
Tricky little thing which encompassed his waking hours with thoughts of you. When he didn't worry about the crews, that was. And school. And his social life. And work. But every other minute, it was you.
He thought of you before falling asleep and closed his eyes with a smile on his lips every night. Then immediately opened his other eyes and continued to think of you.
There were even nights when he continued to text you until three in the morning because of that. He was very apologetic in the morning when he woke up refreshed and beaming while you slept through half of the morning classes.
Guilty enough to piggyback you to school and took notes for you, even. Then piggyback you on the way back to give you more time to sleep. He might be in love. Just a little. A teensy bit. Not so much that his feelings would overflow and scare you. Only that he knew he was serious about you. And that maybe, hopefully, you'd come to care about him the same way, too.
You had shown no indication of that, he thought. Any care you showed towards him might have been platonic for all that he knew. His past experiences with romance had always been far more straightforward. You, however, maybe it was because the two of you began as friends, it was somehow trickier to cross the line.
He'd do something about it... eventually. It was just that Daniel didn't know what to make of you after he returned from the hospital.
You were you, as always, but something changed. He couldn't put a finger on it if he wanted. Somehow, you were elusive. No matter which body of his was with you, there existed a new wall between the two of you.
He couldn’t breach it no matter which angle we took. As your friend, that was.
Maybe if he moved his position to another level, it’d have a better effect. However, he could not puzzle out what to do with the current situation. To the point where you caught him in the act of staring and decided it would be a match. The smile on his lips mirrored yours. He didn’t mind how ridiculous the situation was, entrapped in your little bubble with only the two of you.
Getting lost in your eyes was the perk of the entire situation.
“Do you ever blink?”
Soon as you said that, Daniel unconsciously blinked. He realized his mistake the immediate moment after. “Dang.”
The grin on your lips widened, “My win!” Your cheer was lost in the middle of the commotion of the break hour. “You shouldn’t have tried to challenge the reigning champion.”
“I didn’t even challenge you in the first place,” Daniel pouted, “you instigated the fight on your own.”
“Nope, you issued your challenge the moment you stared at me,” you retorted, “only fools would dare to taunt a predator.”
A thought sparked in his mind. “Fine, fine, how about a reward for the victor?” He appeased you with the mention of a reward. “What do you think about getting lunch this weekend? You mentioned craving bulgogi...”
“Sure,” you replied readily, “you’re going to buy me tea afterwards or what?”
“Do you think you’ll have the stomach for tea after BBQ?” He grinned cheekily, earning a swat from you.
“Don’t tell me what is my limit,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “besides, you told me you’re giving me a reward, don’t you dare go back on it now.”
In his own defence, Daniel raised his hands up to wave away your disgruntlement. “I am, not just the tea. It’ll be my treat.”
“Isn’t that a lot for a staring match? What got into you?” You blinked at him owlishly. “Did you get a bonus paycheck and decide to be generous or something?”
Daniel pouted again, “I���m always generous with you! Who do you think paid for all those bubble tea every time we walk home...”
Admittedly, he was far cheaper with his spending in the duration of your freshman year. But since his financial situation improved, Daniel had been more liberal when it came to spending on you. Not that he thought you’d notice much. You had the ease of someone often getting splurged on.
Maybe that was why you didn’t show interest in him? No... that was not it. You had more than enough money to spend on yourself. Materialism did nought to hook your attention in the first place.
"You insisted to pay,” you pointed out with a snort, “if you want, I can start paying for yours from now on.”
“No, thank you,” he said without a thought of consideration, “besides, it had been a while since we went out for food together.”
You leaned back in your chair, arms crossed while you mulled the thought over. “Well, I guess you’re right on that account,” then soon as elation seeped into his heart, it got pushed out, “we should tell others and throw a ‘welcome back’ bash for you then.”
Daniel wondered if this was what they meant by ‘may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead’. The tumultuous storm in his mind bore similarities to that analogy. “That’d be a nice idea but...” Daniel stopped you before you could execute your plan, his heart thrummed inside his chest. “Maybe another time? I just want to spend time with you.”
“We spend time together all the time...” Your grin faded with the realization of his implication. “Ah, shit. Daniel.”
Suddenly, guilt permeated his chest. He might’ve overstepped, after all. Maybe you’d never like him that way and he just made you uncomfortable.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to be.” He rushed to cover up his slip-up. “I just thought that...”
“It’s fine,” you halted him from spiralling further, “just... just give me a moment to think, okay?”
Compliantly, he nodded. “Okay.”
Afterwards, neither of you talked about the upcoming weekend plan for the entirety of the day. Even during class, there were times when he glanced at you and found you distracted. Other times, you would meet his glance. Unlike before, both of you hurried to look away, caught in a scandalous act.
Even with the pointed silence prolonged between the two of you, by the time classes were over, you both fell into an unbroken routine of preparing to walk home together. Zoe would go with him and you, as she always did. Her cheer lightened up the heavy mood between the two of you a little. Yet, once she departed, the tense silence returned once more.
At least, until the both of you stopped at your front door.
With a swift turn of your boots, you faced him. Determination was drawn on your face, and somehow, that befuddled him a little.
“Okay.”
“What?”
“I said okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“...Okay.”
He repeated you again. Unsure. You nodded at him. Resolute.
“Let’s make it a date.”
“Oh.”
It dawned on him that he must’ve looked quite dumb at this point. “You want to go out with me then?”
You bit your inner cheek with a thoughtful expression. Somehow, he was worried that he got you to change your mind with that question.
“Yeah.”
He didn’t.
“That’s... That’s good,” he smiled again, feeling better, “I, uh, I will talk the details over with you later then? Over text, I mean.”
“Sure,” you beamed at him, he felt relieved to see that it was genuine.
Yet, the unease inside him didn’t settle. “...May I ask why did you hesitate?”
For a moment, you didn’t answer. That past five seconds passed with the tip of a blade pressed at his Adam's apple. But when you answered, the relief was enough to bring him back to life if he was dead, to begin with.
“Guess I was just worried that it might be weird,” you stopped as if wanting to add something else, “but I know you won’t treat me wrong.”
Not entirely convinced, he was. But your answer granted him momentary peace of mind. That was enough for him to continue. “All right,” he nodded, “I will not betray your trust and...” He stopped to browse his words, “...thank you, for giving us a chance, I mean.”
You pat him on the shoulder and smiled amicably, “Yeah, well,” you grinned once more, “at least we can laugh about this later if it didn’t work out.”
The thought of that weighed his heart down once more, but he pressed on with a smile. You were right, even if this didn’t work out, the two of you were friends first. You’d be friends after if he didn’t somehow mess this up for either party.
For now, he could only hope for the best.
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