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Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷
Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3
Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.
But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.
He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.
"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.
He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.
"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.
"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.
"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.
"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.
"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.
"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.
"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?
"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.
"Yes Master."
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You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.
When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.
Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.
"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.
"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.
"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.
You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.
Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.
Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.
"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.
He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.
"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.
You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.
None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?
You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.
"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."
You bow to him and leave.
And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.
#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#soft sukuna#ok hear me out#im not sure how well i did the “jealous” prompt justice#bc i just struggled to conceptualize how sukuna would even be jealous#when hes in control the way he is in this little universe#(which i write in by default bc i know it best as it lives rent free in my head)#sooo maybe the jealous part got lost along the way#and maybe this ended up exploring gift giving as sukunas love language further#but i hope you like it anyways!!!#also> i have no ideas how to use tumblr in other words line break and stuff like that is maths to me#im also not sure and welcome any input is it better to post writing directly in the answer to the ask#or should i post it separately and just add that it was requested by anon/other person
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Hello !! Am I allowed to request for maybe all of 141 (If possible with your schedule !! I undestand if its not !!) or just Price and Ghost (separate) with a reader whos a military kid so theyre kinda just used to them going away for long periods of time with deployment. Bonus points if they werent aware of reader being a military kid till they break down and confess as to how abandoned and angry they feel when they leave :,)) Fluffy Hurt/Comfort thats SFW, please :)) Thank you ^^
TF141 x Gn!Reader That Was a Military Kid
Pairings: John Price x gn!reader & Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Angst with Comfort, SFW, reader is mean, talk of parental death, crying, reader is called: sweetheart, love, dove. Hints at depression, John and Simon are both big softies for reader, established relationships. That should be it! Let me know if I missed any <3
Things to know: Some hc’s with mini fic parts. Should be Gn!reader as I tried to avoid talking about readers body or anything that could indicate anything other than gn!reader! Also POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.
Notes: Thank you for requesting this anon! I loved the idea so much so I hope this does your request justice! I kinda went a little soft with the Price one because for some reason I can’t stand the thought of reader being mean to that sweet man (if you want though send me another request and I can write one that’s more angst filled 😊) although I did bring out the reader being angry in Simons. Another thing, I wrote this for Simon and not ghost but if you want I can write another one that has reader dealing with Ghost but be warned it will be angsty with lots of hurt from both parties! Sorry if the editing is bad I did try though lol and there will be more parts to this!
Tags: @homicidal-slvt (promised I’d tag you so here we are)
Price & Simon (You’re here!), Soap & Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy & König
(I will add the links as I post each part!)
John Price
-I feel like he may have wondered if you were a military kid since you didn’t seem to be phased by him having to leave so often
-There were other things that also made him wonder, like how you always made your bed in the mornings, how schedules were majorly important to you to the point that if you knew you were going to be late, you'd get majorly upset, and how you also seemed to understand military lingo up to a certain point. He never asked though since you didn’t talk about your childhood much so he just figured that if you wanted to tell him that you would
-But he started to notice that lately, you started to seem off when you found out he would have to be deployed soon.
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John had been awake since the early hours of the morning. He couldn't seem to get much sleep in the few days before his next deployment. He had left the warmth of your shared bed before even the morning birds could be heard outside, hoping not to wake you with his restlessness, but little did he know that you hadn't slept at all.
By the time you stumbled out of bed with bags under your eyes and your mind feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and your own brain tearing itself apart, it was well past 10 a.m., which wasn’t the most unusual for you, but on the day before John would be deploying it was a little odd since usually you were up trying to help him get his stuff together and would make a huge breakfast since you both weren’t sure how long it would be until he would get to enjoy a home-cooked meal again.
You had hoped to get to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee before seeing John, but he was standing at the fridge, putting groceries away from multiple brown paper bags.
You made your way to the coffee pot that seemed to have a fresh pot being made and got a cup from the cabinet before he started to talk, “I noticed we were getting low on some things so I thought I’d save you a trip to—,” he pauses, causing you to turn to face him, “Sweetheart?”
You were pressing your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the aching pressure that was remaining consistent behind them, when he made his way across the kitchen and gently cupped your cheeks, “Are you feeling alright, love?”
You didn’t mean to do it, but you flinched away from his hands, taking a few steps back so that there was some distance between you both. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they were overcome with confusion and you hated that he was looking at you as if you were a skittish kitten that would run at the smallest movement.
He reaches an arm out slowly, as if to not startle you.
“Love, what’s wrong?”
You shake your head, pulling your arms tight around you, and try to focus on keeping your breathing calm, like your parents taught you when you were little.
He takes a small step forward so that his fingers are almost grazing your arm but stops when sees you curling in on yourself, “Sweetheart, something is obviously wrong. You're crying, and your body is shaking.”
“Hey,” you finally look up into his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but at least let me help you.”
Your heart breaks from the pain you can see in his eyes. In all the time you've been together, you’ve never pulled away from him like this. Usually, you were the one open about your emotions and what you were feeling while having to coax John into telling you what was going on in his mind, “Please, darling.”
You let yourself fall into his open arms at that point, sobbing into his neck. He presses you against his chest, gently speaking into your ear, assuring you that everything is fine, that he is here for you, and that he will always be there.
You mumble into his neck, causing him to gently pull you back so that he can hear you: “What was that, sweetheart?”
You try to concentrate on the sensation of his calm heartbeat against your chest before finally saying, "My parents promised me the same thing."
He pulls away, puzzled, and you notice him looking at you in the corner of your eye, so you burrow your face into his chest and say, "They were both military. They died when I was 14," you finish, taking a deep breath. “They were deployed together when it happened… They said that it was an accident, that my mom got stuck on a timed land mine, and my dad wouldn’t leave her no matter what.”
"Oh, love." You feel his body tense before relaxing.
He gently grips the back of your neck and pulls you back so that you're looking into his eyes; the softness in them is almost enough to send you running as far as possible so that you never have to feel the type of pain that you did the day that you found out your parents died.
“Love, I'm not going anywhere,” you go to speak but he shushes you, “You are my world, the person I’m fighting for.”
He brings his hand under your chin so that he is gripping it gently and says, “You are the reason I’m still alive. The reason why I feel like life is still worth living and fighting for.”
He tips his head down so that his lips are grazing yours, “I’ll always come home, love.”
You push forward so that your lips are fully pressing against his, then he pulls back, “Why don’t we go take a bath, get you feeling better?”
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The next morning you wake frantically looking around, hoping that he didn’t leave without saying goodbye, when he walks in carrying a tray of food, “John? I thought you had to leave this morning.”
He smiles gently, his eyes lighting up, “Called Kate, they don’t actually need me for another week, and I figured my love needs me a little bit more than my job at the moment.” He sets the tray down on the bed, and you jump into his arms with a happy squeal, “I love you, John.”
"I love you too, sweetheart," he says as he gently kisses you.
~
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
-So we all know Simon is amazing at reading people, but I don’t think he would know that you were a military kid. He could see all the signs that you may have had a difficult childhood, but he personally knows what it’s like to have a childhood you don’t want to talk about, so he never has and never will question you about your past.
-Pasts are a hard topic for Simon in the first place, so I could honestly see him being a bit grateful that you didn’t share the bad parts of your childhood, meaning that he also didn’t have to share his. It was almost a silent agreement between you both to not talk about the negative parts of things unless one of you came to the other wanting to talk about it.
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Back to him being great at reading people: He could tell that over the past few days, your body language had been changing, becoming more standoffish. Not being as open to cuddling and kisses, not even wanting him to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, which you usually loved.
He figured that maybe you were just having a few rough days, which was normal for anyone; hell, he knew he had them quite often, and you were always there for him no matter how bad they got, so he wanted to do the same for you.
Today had been the worst day of all, though. You were almost refusing to talk to him completely unless it was one-word answers, which he was able to roll with pretty easily. You would move rooms almost every time he would come in, not even saying anything, just picking up your things and going.
This made him decide on leaving you alone for the most part, other than when he would bring you a fresh cup of tea or was just checking in on you. So he decided on cleaning up the house a little bit, he was going to be deploying again in a week and he wanted to help however he could, knowing that it was a rough transition from having him around to it being an empty house again.
He had just finished cleaning the dishes when he looked at the time and decided on ordering out for dinner, which would hopefully raise your mood a bit and it would also be an easy enough mess to clean up. He found you in the living room watching a movie on Netflix with a blanket wrapped tightly around you and stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring you when you paused it.
When you snap at him, "What do you want, Simon?" Your eyes aren't even on him but on your phone, which is on your lap.
He feels his eye twitch but he keeps himself calm and makes sure that it shows in his tone that your attitude is leaving him unaffected, “I was just goin’ to ask what you wanted for takeout, love.”
You huff and try to pull yourself up from the couch while also trying to unwrap the blanket from around you, almost falling, but Simon rushes forward and straightens you up, but you quickly pull away.
You look at him with fury in your eyes, “Can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Your voice is rising slightly, and your face is flushed with rage. “It’s what you constantly do anyway!”
You can see Simon's eyes widen, but you don't care; the words are just spilling out of your mouth before you can stop them, "You're never actually here when I need you, but when you are, you can't take the fucking hint of when I just want you to leave me alone!"
"Sometimes Simon," you pause, feeling the tears flood into your vision, making the floor blurry, "I wonder why I even stay when you are just going to end up hurting me exactly like he did," you whisper, staring hard at the ground, your chest puffing in and out quickly, trying to pull in air after your large outburst.
The words come out in a whisper, the room becoming so silent that you can almost hear the gears in his head turning, wondering who the hell you were talking about.
You hear him take a step forward on the wood flooring, his voice incredibly soft, “Dove.”
You look up through the tears and see his hands reaching out for you, and for the first time in all the time you two have been together, Simon Riley almost looks scared—not scared of you but as if his world was coming apart.
When his hand gently touches your arm, it pulls you out of your stupor, making you pull away, frantically shaking your head, “Don’t touch me.”
The words come out shaky and broken, but they make him freeze nonetheless, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to pull himself together, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.
He takes a small step back, his gaze fixed on yours, and he holds his hands out in front of him, as if to demonstrate that he is not a threat. "Okay, I won't touch you." He comes to a halt, seeing the fear in your eyes, the look of a frightened animal ready to flee at any moment. "It's okay, love, everything's fine-"
He doesn't even finish his sentence before you're flying down the hallway, grabbing your bag from the hooks by the front door and bolting out the door, slamming it loudly behind you, leaving him standing halfway down the hallway, his mouth slack-jawed, unsure of what the hell just happened.
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After nearly ten minutes of fast walking, you finally slowed down and stopped in the nearest store to clean your face of tear marks and, hopefully, make yourself look presentable. You sent a quick text to Simon, letting him know that you were safe and that you didn't know when you'd be back. You left your phone on long enough to see him read the message and the text bubble pop up before you shut the phone completely off and tucked it into the bottom of your bag.
You spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly, wondering if you'd just ruined your relationship with the only man you'll ever love, when you came across the small Italian restaurant where Simon had taken you on your first date. You remember the way you tried to pay for your half of the dinner, but he quickly slipped his card to the waitress before you could even argue, saying something about how if you decided not to go on a second date with him, you deserved to at least get a free meal from it, and you teased him by asking him if there was a reason you shouldn't want to go on another date with him.
The memories make your stomach queasy, making you want to kick yourself in the back for being so stupid, but you walk in and order your and Simon's favorite dishes and try to keep the food as warm as possible on your walk back to your shared home. One side of you hopes you’ll find him there, not an empty house, and the other side wants to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.
You walk up the steps, and most of the house seems to be dark except for the living room, where a single light is on. You unlock the door and try as quietly as possible to slip your shoes off while also trying not to drop the food.
You make your way towards the living room to find Simon sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. You look over to the coffee table and see bags with your favorite restaurant's logo tied off, trying to keep the heat in the bags, making your heart ache with the fact that he still thought of you after you treated him like complete trash.
He was the first man ever to treat you with so much love. Even while he was deployed, he was making efforts to show you that he cared, like scheduling a delivery of your favorite flowers to show up on your day off with a little note, paying for over a month's worth of your order at your favorite coffee shop, and bringing back little trinkets from the places he was deployed too.
You knew him being deployed wasn’t his fault; it was part of his job. You knew he wasn't your dad and that it wasn't Simon’s fault that the man who was supposed to love you treated you as if you weren't even his child but rather just another one of his soldiers.
It wasn’t his fault that your dad wouldn't be home for months on end; it wasn’t his fault that the last time you ever saw your dad, you told him you hated him for never being home; it wasn't his fault that the day your dad was supposed to come home from a four-month deployment, instead of hearing him come home, there were four hard knocks on the door; it wasn't his fault that two soldiers were standing at the door; it wasn’t his fault that they were holding a folded-up flag with your dad’s military dog tags on them.
It. Wasn’t. His. Fault.
Yet you treated him as if it were. You didn't know which was worse, the fact that he didn't already know about what happened to your dad or the fact that you wished he did so that he could have a reason to hate you for lashing out.
You step into the room, setting the food you got by the food he ordered. “Simon?”
He doesn’t move for a second, then he looks up at you, and you feel your heart shatter for the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh, Simon,” you whisper, moving so that you’re standing in front of him and drop down onto your knees, “I am so fucking sorry. I don't even have the words to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you… I should’ve just talked to you instead of letting it build up.”
You move your hands up to gently cradle his face in both your hands and connect your eyes with his molten ones, which usually provided you with comfort. Now, though, all you can see is the look he gave you after you yelled at him, “I— I never should have let my feelings bottle up about me being upset about you having to be gone. I know it's not your fault. I knew what I was getting myself into when we made things official all those years ago. I knew what your job would bring before then; I made the choice to be with you. I'll never regret that.’’
You move your eyes across his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but you get nothing.
“Si, baby?” you whisper.
His eyes move away from you. “Who were you talking about when you said I'm just going to hurt you like he did?’’
You look away, your eyes settling on a loose string on his pants. “I was talking about my dad.” You take a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you have to tell him, “H– He was military like you.”
His hand reaches out to gently lift your chin, bringing your gaze to his. “He died,” you continue, “He died and the last time I ever saw him, I told him I hated him because he was always gone. He…I let him go that day without saying goodbye or telling him I loved him, and the next time I saw him, his body was in a casket."
"Love," he says with a gentle frown.
"No, Simon," you say, shaking your head. Just because I’m scared—no, fucking terrified—of that happening again with you doesn't give me the right to treat you that way. I am so sorry.”
He leans back in the couch and pulls you up into his lap; once you're comfortable, he brings his hands up so that one is cupping your cheek and the other trails down your arm to hold your hand. "Dove, I know what it's like to lose family. I know what it can do to you. I understand that pain more than you know. Pain like that is unlike anything else.”
Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away quickly before they fall. "You've lost family, too?"
He nods gently, and you can see deep emotions that seemed to have been buried for a long time beginning to surface. “My mum, my younger brother Tommy, and his wife Beth.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are filled with unshed tears. “My nephew Joseph.”
You can feel the back of your throat starting to burn from keeping your tears in, but you push your forehead against his anyway. “Simon.”
He looks into your eyes before whispering, “I wish I could tell you it would stop hurting eventually, but I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ll always make it back home to you; that's not something I can guarantee, but one thing I can promise is that I will always try my damn hardest to make it back. I will always fight with everything in my soul to make it back to you.”
Tears are softly running down your face at this point, falling to land on Simon’s hoodie. “I love you so much, sweets. I never want to lose you.”
You let out a choked cry before you kissed him gingerly, and you could taste the saltiness of your tears mixed in with all the flavors that reminded you of Simon. Of home.
“I love you so much too, Si.”
He leans in to kiss you again with a light press of his lips to yours before he pulls away and looks at the forgotten food on the coffee table and lets out a light chuckle, “I see we both had the same idea.”
You let out a shaky laugh and nod your head before snuggling your head into the warm crook of his neck. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly stopping at the bottom to rub gentle circles into a spot that usually bothers you. "Well, why don’t we eat, and maybe in the morning we can talk a little bit more.”
Yawning into his neck, you pull back and ask, “Can we finish the movie I was watching earlier? It was just getting to the good part before I stopped it.”
He nods, and you excitedly get out of his lap to get your blanket and the TV remote before he pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so that he can start opening the containers. Once you start the movie, you look over to Simon to find him already watching you with a soft look, and all you can think is how thankful you are to have found a man who loves you through all your faults and you through his.
You were grateful for ever getting the chance to be loved by Simon Riley, a man who truly believed that he couldn’t love and that he wasn’t worth loving. You knew that it would probably take your whole lives to heal from the things you've both been through, but as long as you were together, that was all that mattered.
Hi my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this hc for Price and Simon! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. As always I hope you have a great day/night. <3
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There is almost no rule for what is or isn't allowed on this blog, we are accepting of basically all and any content. When something is not allowed there is a good reason for it, so please try not to break the rules.
What you can not post
Anything too explicit. Detailed NSFW starters, graphic GIFs or pictures used as decoration and the like. If you really want to share a detailed vision of the scene that will be acted out in the roleplay, send a link to google docs, carrd, another post, etc that people can check out. This is primarily about smut but it applies to gore as well. To be super clear, smut and gore are not banned from the blog, you can request any kink/situation you like, but you will need to discuss the details with your partners. For example, asking for a BDSM roleplay is fine, writing out details of the smut scene in your request is not. This is to avoid possible reports based on the NSFW ban.
Wait 24 hours before submitting again from the moment the ask is posted. You can post ads requesting different RPs, just not the same ask. This is to avoid cluttering.
It goes without saying, this is RP only. You can't send requests for dating or similar.
You can only send ads through asks or submissions. If you need help with those I'll be happy to lend a hand, but don't send your requests via DMs. If the inbox is closed it means it's full/I'm not active, please be patient and, again, don't try to get your ad in through DMs. I won't be able to post your ad from DMs.
That's it, pretty easy, right?
What you can post
Generally, anything not mentioned above is allowed. However, since some things get asked often, I will make a general list of things that are allowed for your convenience.
RPF is allowed.
Discord servers and other groups are allowed.
Things related to RPing, even if not strictly roleplay-seeking, are allowed. Other roleplay finders, RP resources, and even questions about roleplaying are all allowed.
Minors are allowed.
Dead dove content is allowed.
What you should/shouldn't do
Your ask will be published even if you don't abide by these rules. However, keeping this in mind will make for a better experience for everyone involved.
Be as clear as possible about the fandom and other relevant information. I can't tag it if you don't tell me where these blorbos come from. If the fandom has alternate names/acronyms include everything!
If you're going to include more than 20 fandoms in your search, split the post into two separate requests. There's a maximum of 30 tags allowed on a post, out of which only the first 20 will show up in searches. If you include more, the rest will go untagged/will not show up in searches.
Don't censor triggers. It just interferes with people that have these words blocked. Don't write inc*st, write incest.
Miscellaneous other stuff
I am not the police, your parents, or HR. If you have a disagreement with your RP buddy I can't intervene to solve it for you, nor can I put them in time out. Unpleasant things happen online, learn to block and move on. Please don't message me - or worse, send anon asks - with callouts for certain users and ask them to block/warn others.
If you feel stuck and the blank page is daunting, you can use this form as a base. Feel free to fill out everything, just some of it, add items I didn't include, or just send your own personal ad.
Literacy:
Fandom:
Pair: (fxf, mxf, mxm, ccxcc, ocxoc)
Character(s):
Ship(s):
Triggers:
Genres:
Plot ideas:
Where: (discord, Tumblr, reblogs..)
Other:
#I thought it was time for a complete overhaul of the rules#to make things clearer and whatnot#sorry if it's long and you've already read it#rp#roleplay#find roleplay#roleplay finder#1x1 rp
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pls continue seokmins reaction to the ‘avoiding their kisses as a prank’ post 😩
paring: seokmin x female reader
genre:fluff, suggestive, a tinge of smut...?
warnings:kissing, dom!seokmin, post is in all lower caps, pet names getting used
an:hey anon!!! i hope you enjoy this, not sure if you wanted it to lead to a smutty fic but i made it as suggestive as possible with a tinge of smut since i'm unsure, decided to make a fic since now im really whipped for booseoksoon sooo im sooo happy that you sent in a request!!!
note:do not copy my works, reblogs are appreciated!!!
m.list
vocal unit's reaction to you dodging their kisses (this is separate but the original post)
taglist: @dinosbestie
thinking back to a couple days ago when soonyoung and jeonghan found out about how badly you wanted to prank your boyfriend, how they suggested different things to do to him and giving you encouragement on doing the task when you wanted to brush that idea off. you sat on you and seokmin's shared bed, seokmin currently showing you a video on his phone of the boys during practice. you would usually pay attention, but your mind kept drifting off to the idea of how your boyfriend would react to the prank, deciding if you should just forget about it or if you should take a bold step and do it. seokmin realized that you were paying no more attention by the lack of reaction, he turned his face to look at you and saw you staring into blank space. you were brought our of your deep thoughts by seokmin poking your waist. you jumped and looked at him asking "why? what's wrong seokmin?" he frowned and asked "is there something on your mind? you don't seem to be listening to what i've been saying nor watching the video" you pinched his cheeks as a smile appeared on his face. you responded with "no no its nothing, don't worry, its nothing important, anyways we gotta get ready don't we, unless you forgot about our date tonight~" he quickly scrambled to get ready as you chuckled to yourself.
you decided to do the prank on him. calling seokmin to help you zip your dress up, you see him approach you with a coat in hand whilst he adjusts his shirt cuffs. he looks super handsome and sexy at the same time. you wanted to take him right there and then, the prank slipping from your mind. he zips up your dress up, kissing your shoulder after doing so. you mentally slap yourself for forgetting about the prank and remind yourself that it was your last. hand in hand, he leads you to the car. wanting to place a kiss on your hand before he drives off, taking your hand and lowering his head to place a kiss, you harshly retreat your hand before letting out a "heh... sorry...". seokmin gave you a smile, shaking his head saying "not to worry love". dinner was a breeze, talking about different topics. seokmin kept gazing into your eyes, with a look of adoration and desire, you ignored it, having the goal of getting a reaction out of him for the prank.
reaching home was a breeze, seokmin keeping one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. it was quite silent, with some soft music playing in the background. when you reached home, you could feel that there was some sexual tension in the air, trying to escape the gaze of your boyfriend, you quickly unlock the door and enter, trying to get away as soon as possible before you can't resist him. he follows you inside, trying to catch up to you. he grabs you and pulls you into his waist, making you straddle him. he stares at your lips for a moment before going in for a kiss. you react and try not get kissed, then lowering your head, unable to meet his gaze. he frowns, using one finger to tilt your chin to face him and asks "why are you dodging my kisses angel?" , before you say anything, he adds on "i suggest you dont lie." you confess, saying it was a prank. he responds "you think that lil stunt you pulled was funny? what'd u expect my reaction to be? sad, pouty and begging for you to give me kisses again? if you saw the way i was looking at you, you should've got the hint that i wasn't looking to be all soft and cuddly with you. actually wanted to reward you for being such a good girl, but now that you decided to be a brat, you are in for a punishment. i'll expect you to be good to me and not cause anymore trouble for yourself. do you understand?" you sit there, still processing what he said then responding, "uh.. yes seok....." he tuts, saying " thats not my name baby" you blush and lower your head saying "yes s-sir". "raise your head, i want to see you" , you raise your head seeing him smirking at how obedient you are. "now, clothes, off." "wha-at?" you say still surprised at the dominance he's exerting. "you heard me, clothes. off." you quickly oblige and obey, sitting on your knees. "i'm not letting you kiss me or touch me or even yourself, you are going to watch, and if you are good to me, i might give you a reward" you try not to let a whine slip and you nod your head agreeing. you knew at that point that you shouldn't be bothered with having the ability to walk for the next few days.
#lee seokmin fluff#lee seokmin#lee seokmin smut#lee seokmin x reader#seokmin x reader#seokmin fluff#seokmin smut#seokmin#lee seokmin scenarios#seokmin scenarios#dk x reader#dk fluff#seventeen fluff#seventeen#svt dk#dk smut#seventeen smut
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1 Year-1k-100 Late Challenge
So many things to celebrate, but so little time!
Over a month ago, I hit the outrageous milestone of 1,000 followers. I'm so shocked and humbled by this that it has taken me until hitting 1,100 followers to scrape together the celebration I want. Also, today is my ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY of posting fic on Tumblr!! (I just lurked for a bit before that. Doesn't count. Shhh 🤫)
This brings me to the 1-1-1 Challenge!
Something Old-Something New-Something You
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Drabble YOU write based on the following prompt:
A life lesson from your favorite character
(or, ya know, one of your fave characters...)
This could be a romantic lesson, an emotional lesson, or even a cooking lesson. Sky is the limit! No word limit, but please use the readmore break if over 500 words. This can also be ANY character, from ANY media, but the idea is that you may find new fans and friends when I reblog your work, so keep in mind which fandoms I write for and that is who you're being promoted to!
(Use all applicable warnings and tags. If those are not present, I may ask you to add them before I reblog your post!)
NOW to the other fun parts!
INCLUDED IN YOUR SUBMISSION SHOULD BE:
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Link to a work you hold dear.
This may be from another writer OR yourself. It's ok to be proud of your work!!! It's good! Please make sure that post has all applicable warnings and tags. It will be read and reblogged separately.
...and finally...
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Link to a newer work OF YOUR OWN that maybe didn't get the attention you hoped for.
('Newer' is used very loosely here. There isn't actually a cutoff.)
It's been a lousy couple of months for many of us writers, and I'd like to lift us all up more. Again, no limits on which characters or fandoms this work is from, but remember who I can reach based on my own fandoms. I just like reading stories! Again, all warnings and tags should be clearly labeled! This work, too, will be reblogged separately.
IF YOU ARE NOT A WRITER, this challenge is also open to fics submitted by ask (user or anon). Your submission can fit the prompt above in some way or could just be a well-loved fic you recommend to me. (If I cannot find the fic or link, I will do my best to post a request to find it, but that will slow me down FYI.)
Warnings include but are not limited to smut and dark fic. I don't mind reading those, but you MUST LABEL THEM. No restrictions on genre either. If your links are posts from a series, I suggest making sure they work well out of context so you can get the greatest amount of interest.
Tag me! Put the tag "Ro's 1-1-1 challenge" on your submission post!
(it's not necessary for the linked works to have this tag)
I am putting a tentative end date of May 31st, 2023, but it will depend on if I get busy and have to slow down my reading. I will get to AS MANY AS POSSIBLE, and you are always able to send me recs at any time!
gorgeous graphics by @darsynia; divider by @silkholland
I expect there is something I am forgetting to specify, so you may need to check back for additional info/edits.
#ro celebrates#Ro's 1-1-1 challenge#writing prompt#writing challenge#fanfiction writing#reading fanfiction#fanfic community#fanfiction#ro's 1 1 1 challenge
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Hello loves. It’s almost that time again! Big thanks to @acrossthesestars, my goth goddess, for this amazing header. And thank you @letterfromvienna for letting me basically copy and paste her formatted post. You should absolutely check out their blogs because they are amazing and I love them.
Ok, down to brass tacks! Here is how this challenge is going to work:
pick a prompt from the list
pick a character from one of my fandoms*
check that your prompt isn’t on the no-go list
send ‘em in!
*Feel free to ask for a prompt or character that isn’t from the lists, but keep in mind that I might turn it down if the prompt isn’t my cup or tea or if I don’t know the character well enough to write them
I’ll take as many requests as I think I can handle during the month of October & will let you know when requests are closing. Until then, I’ll add the requests to this post along with the links once they’re posted.
✨ To avoid bothering my regular taglist, I’m making a separate October list. To be tagged on Kinktober drabbles, fill out this form here! ✨
69 // Dirty Talk
A/B/O // Floor Sex
Anal // Glove Kink
Breath Play // Missionary
Breeding // Leather/Latex
Cockwarming // Morning Sex
Costumes // Sex Toys
Creampie // Voice Kink
Double Penetration // Stripping
Drunk Sex // Spanking
Erotic Photos // Rimming
Exhibitionism/Voyeurism // Hate/Angry Sex
Face Sitting/Fucking // Dry Humping
Fisting // Love Bites/Marks
Group Sex // Overstimulation
Bath/Shower Sex // Intercrural Sex
Licking // Pegging
Bondage // Lingerie
Boot Worship // Masturbation
Dirty Dancing // Mirror Sex
Nipple Play // Praise Kink
Object Insertion // Phone Sex
Food Play // Orgasm Denial
Outdoor Sex // Tender Sex
Pet Play // Sex Pollen
Sexting // Wax Play
Sensory Deprivation // Stockings
Formal Wear // Strap-Ons
Body Worship // Table Sex
Public Sex // Temperature Play
FREE CHOICE
Cheers to @the-purity-pen for this amazing list!
Emma’s Note: feel free to send in kinks that are a little darker/edgier/more niche. This is a fantastic list but there are so many other fun things to explore, and if there’s a prompt you like from another list just let me know in your ask.
Fandoms & characters:
Pedro boys: Din Djarin, Javier Peña, Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels, Ezra Prospect, Oberyn Martell, Max Philips, Joel Miller, The Thief, Dieter Bravo
Wild cards: Santiago Garcia, Moon Knight system, Eddie Munson, General Star Wars and Marvel characters (not my wheelhouse but I can give it a go)
Monster versions: I’m also super happy to try out monstrous variations. Happy Monster Fucker Fall, everyone!
Kinktober no-gos:
Water sports
Most assplay
Inc*st
Ageplay/d*ddy kink
No m*nors/nothing involving m*nors
Pending
Love Bites/Marks with Daemon Targaryen for @acrossthesestars
A/B/O with Marcus Pike and a plus-size reader for @inspiringmelodrama
Mirror sex with Din Djarin for @whataenginerd
Sex pollen and breeding with Max Phillips for 🌻 Anon
Height difference and size kink for 👻 Anon
Completed
Breeding kink with the Insatiable boys for @leslie-lyman
Overstimulation with Ezra for @chaoticgeminate
Table sex with The Thief for @massivecolorspygiant
Voice kink with The Thief for @nolanell
Morning and intercrural sex with Din Djarin for 💛 Anon
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Writing Request Guidelines! (CLOSED)
This is my first time making one of these so I’ll probably keep editing it, but I thought I should put out a list of things to reference if you wanna send in prompts for me to write.
My ao3
Ships ✨:
Steddie
Jopper
Lumax
Elmax
Ships I won’t write 🚫:
Harringrove
Steve/Robin
Eddissy (no beef, just not for me)
Stancy past s2
Ronance? (I like them but idk if I can write Nancy and do her justice)
Byler
Things I’ll write ✨:
Fluff
Light angst
PTSD
AU’s
Smut (this is closed for now tho)
Headcanons
Sickfics
Hurt/Comfort
Non-ship prompts/headcanons
Things I won’t write 🚫: (I’ll add nsfw specifics when I open them again)
Angst/whump without comfort
Anything about Eddie’s death
Age regression
Weird stuff about the kids (ykwim)
Genderbend
Autistic hcs (because I’m not autistic)
Character’s I’ll write about separate from ships ✨:
The teens (except Mike, sorry)
Argyle
Robin
Anyone from my ships✨ list
Important:
I’ll write for the teens but NOTHING goes past a T rating. In any sense.
Also I’m trans/nb but my own gender experience is v complicated and I don’t think it applies to some trans hcs I see around, and it doesn’t feel right to write about other’s experiences, save for things I experience like gender dysphoria/euphoria and CompHet. So I’m willing to write some trans/nb headcanons but I’m v picky about it.
RULES for submitting:
Please send in requests as an ask and I’ll either post it under the ask or put a link to ao3 if it’s long. I’ll DM you if it’s more of a fic than a drabble and I wanna do it
No smut prompts from minors/anons. DM me with requests if you want to remain anonymous. If you don’t have your age in your bio I’ll ask if you’re over 18, and if you’re lying that’s on you
That’s all for now, thanks for reading :)
#pinned#request guidelines#steddie#stranger things fanfic#stranger things headcanons#my writing#vol2 spoilers#stranger things spoilers
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About
Welcome to the [redacted] Hive
Body Name: Xenica | Xen
Body Age: mid 30s
Collective Pronouns: It/Its | He/Him
System Type: Praesigenic Median
Boundaries
Things we will block you for:
Sending us shipcourse.
Asking us about incest/pedophilia/etc.
Sending hate messages, threats, or doxxing.
We're also fairly liberal with the block button, so don't be too alarmed if you are blocked and didn't do anything on this list. We will block people just for vaguely annoying us on a given day. (If you ask nicely on anon and we really can't remember or find why we blocked you, we'll probably lift the block.)
All asks will be published (eventually), with the exception of call out posts and donation requests. We do not have the time or inclination to verify those, and will simply delete them with an acknowledgement of receipt in a separate post. Repeatedly attempting to send us these types of asks will ALSO get you blocked.
Seriously, do not put anything in our ask box you're not comfortable being published. And please direct all horny asks over to @whendidthisbecomeawhorehouse .
Minors do NOT interact with that blog. I will block you from here too.
The trolls do not mind and in fact actively welcome other Homestucks - other fictives, kin, etc. you're all fine. (They do not mind RP blogs but do ask that you respect this is NOT roleplay for them.)
We are pro-endo and are not accepting syscourse at this time.
We are queer and polyamorous. (Other systems and trans people are more than welcome to hit us up. ;) Singlets and cis people can shoot your shot but you're at a disadvantage.)
Some of us use typing quirks, but we can turn them off to varying degrees. That said, for the most part you should probably filter "typing quirk" and "untranslated typing quirk" if quirks bother you, since the bulk of the posting around here is done by Voidsong. (Although I question why you are following us if quirks are an issue. /polite /genuinely curious)
Speaking of tags, we're not very consistent about tagging beyond the typing quirks. We can't promise that we'll be able to consistently tag for anything, so if you do need something tagged we may not be the blog to follow. (We do not mind being asked to add a tag to something, just be aware we may not remember to tag for that subject in the future.)
For the most part you can ask for a specific hivemate/alter and we're willing to switch, but please check individual boundaries.
More about individual hivemates under the cut.
The Main Crew
Voidsong
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Age: 15 sweeps (approx. 33 years)
Typing Quirk: 5phinx of black quartz judge my Vovv
Ask to pilot: If he's not already here, don't ask unless you're very close.
Additional Boundaries: None.
Crow(ley)
Pronouns: Sey/Sem/Seir/Semself
Age: 33 years
Typing Quirk: <<sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.>>
Ask to pilot: Most likely already here as well, but doesn't mind coming to the helm if not.
Additional Boundaries: No flirting - if you're interested in Crow please be direct with sem. No feminine terms.
Mierco
Pronouns: It/Its | Ey/Em/Eir/Emself
Age: 19 sweeps (approx. 40 years)
Typing Quirk: >.sphinx of black quartz. .judge my vow.<
Ask to pilot: Yes.
Additional Boundaries: No unsolicited advice.
Diakto
Pronouns: Xe/Xem/Xer/Xemself
Age: ?? sweeps (young adult)
Typing Quirk: ≈sssphinxxx of black quartzzz, judge my vow.~
Ask to pilot: Yes.
Additional Boundaries: No nicknames other than D(ee).
Aiclas
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Age: ???? (adult)
Typing Quirk: The quick brown fox jump6 over the lazy dog. Al∫o u∫e6 ∫ in place of lowerca∫e S in the middle of word6.
Ask to pilot: Any time!
Additional Boundaries: None.
The Moth Department
Aletheia
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Age: 37 years
Typing Quirk: None.
Ask to pilot: Only when the body is not high.
Additional Boundaries: Platonic affection only (e.g. no kissing or flirty touches).
Zeke
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Age: 37 years
Typing Quirk: None.
Ask to pilot: No.
Additional Boundaries: None.
Melara | Havocfey
Pronouns: Any
Age: 10 sweeps (approx. 21 years)
Typing quirk: I-O Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow. O-I
Ask to pilot: Yes.
Additional Boundaries: None.
Glitch
Pronouns: It/Its | Any Neopronouns
Age: ????
Typing Quirk: No, but it communicates solely in quotes, memes, and pop culture references.
Ask to pilot: Yes. (why?)
Additional Boundaries: None.
The Labs
Harry
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Age: 54 years
Typing Quirk: None.
Ask to pilot: You can, but he may not respond.
Additional Boundaries: No flirting, no displays of affection, and no nicknames.
Grub
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers | Grub/Grubs/Grubself
Age: 7 years
Typing Quirk: None.
Ask to pilot: No.
Additional Boundaries: In the event Grub ever gets to go on this blog (unlikely), please treat her similarly to a regular child.
#about#Void5ong#>.mierco.<#diakto#~aletheia m.~#the moth department#glitchposting#I-O Melara O-I#~harry#aicla6#yeah idk vvhat the 5y5tem name i5 goin to be yet but executiVe deci5ion the old one vva5 makin me feel bad 5o it5 gone#Last Edited: 24 Jul 23#Patch Notes: -Added Aiclas.#«crow»
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彡 request are open ! if you’re unsure just ask whenever i’m available !
彡 this blog contains dark content + nsfw so i suggest minors // ageless blogs dni. i suggest blocking the 18+ tag “📓. mature” !
彡 nsfw requests must be made off anon. your asks will not be posted so you don’t have to worry. if you wish to not be tagged, let me know so your identity will remain a secret !
彡 be specific of what you want. make sure to add the character, preferred gender, and your idea. if it’s unclear, state the genre !
彡 there will be a taglist for the ones who wants to stay updated when i post. if you’d wish to be added, please click [ 🥋 ] for the link !
彡 i have the right to not write a request if it’s against my rules or i simply do not want to write it !
彡 please be patient, be aware that my tumblr and my real life are two separate things !
彡 be kind, a greeting as well as a please // thank you should exist in your vocabulary — please make use of them !
彡 if you have any other questions or comments, please check out my faq or send me a message !
characters are aged up 18+ unless stated otherwise. ( fluff // platonic relationships if not aged up ! )
do not copy, repost, or translate my work in any way without my permission !
hate in any way shape or form has no space on this blog or posted towards this blog. if you fit the average dni criteria you will be blocked !
© maraxp 2023. please do not copy, repost or translate any of my work without permission.
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Admin prompt 12
“Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing”
I am extremely curious 👀👀
Also I hope no one is bullying you in the asks box! Haven't asked for a bit because I was worried you got overwhelmed.
Att. Saiyuki boys person
Thank you so much for checking on me! You’re so incredibly sweet, my Saiyuki boys anon! (Also, like, bless you and the one other Saiyuki follower I have for helping keep this fandom alive!) I actually only had one more rude message after those first couple I complained about, so I lucked out there. I think, because I addressed them publicly in a separate post, without naming them or publishing their words, they didn’t quite get the attention I’m sure they were after and moved on, which I’m very happy for and I had so many supportive readers, so thank you all once again. And thank you for this really interesting, surprising request, though Goddamn, I admit it’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever written because when asked to describe myself, I tend to just give basic stats – height, eye and hair colour, visible markings…basically, whatever you’d note down when conducting an autopsy, haha! I have rewritten this countless times and am just saying fuck it, and I’m just going to bore everyone by narrating the last ten to fifteen minutes of my life as if I was writing a scene in a book.
A sudden gust of wind whipped by, blowing her hair all over the place. Oh well, it was messy anyway, hastily whipped up into a bun held in place by a pen when an elastic couldn’t be found quickly enough for her liking. Taking one last draw off her cigarette, eyes taking in the gorgeous blue of the sky as her thoughts wandered, she half-turned and tossed the cigarette into the butt can, dousing it with the bottle of water she kept outside for just that reason. She sighed and allowed herself to bask just a bit longer in the warmth and atmosphere of the day outside as she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the to-do list she’d made for the day yet again. Ticking off the latest completed task, she shook her head and, half-smiling that crooked smile of hers, stood and stretched before heading back inside.
Her feet padded audibly across the floors of her apartment and though she tried to avoid the creaky spot in the floor, she hit it once again, not quite used to her new place enough to have guessed the correct spot. Damn…she hoped she didn’t have neighbours trying to sleep underneath her. Though she was surprisingly light on her feet and quick for both her size and height, she always worried she was making just a bit too much noise when it came to disturbing her neighbours.
Making her way quickly into her kitchen, with the click of a button she set the coffee going into her favourite mug (chipping now, but she hated to throw it out – who knew when she’d find another Inigo Montoya mug, after all?). Her thoughts seemed to be going a million miles a minute, so many ideas and plots and stories whooshing around without rhyme or reason, and she groaned, lifting a hand to rub at her tired eyes, pushing her glasses up into her mess of dark hair. She should probably clean those while she waited, honestly, and she reached up to pull the thick-rimmed tortoiseshell frames from their perch before giving them an almost thoughtless, habitual wipe with the bottom edge of the baggy, stained, ripped but incredibly comfortable Nirvana hoodie that was always her go-to on writing days.
The coffee shut off and she prepared to add in the usual, swinging herself up on the little pink stool in the kitchen to reach the cupboard where she kept the creamer and sugar. It seemed that no matter where she lived, kitchens just really weren’t built for short people. Even standing on tiptoes, she was just barely able to reach the second shelf of the upper cupboards…God, someday, she swore she’d have enough money to buy a place and have the kitchen custom built for people five feet and under. See how all those tall people struggled then!
Her feet knew just where to go though, after she tossed the spoon in the sink, and with coffee in hand, she headed back to her desk and the computer. A click of the mouse brought the word document back up onto the screen and her brown eyes scanned the sentences already typed onto the page. Small, broad hands, stubby fingered, with nails kept almost brutally short but brightly polished (chipping – she’d have to redo that before work tomorrow) settled onto the keyboard. Please let me find all the words this time, all the sentences to get my thoughts properly to all of them, she prayed before the air was filled with the sound of keystrokes, fast and forceful.
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⸺ REQUESTS RULES ⸺
I already had a section about this under 'about the blog' but since I've changed some things and I want it to be easier to find, I made this separate post. Also, I'm gaining a lot of new followers and I need to clarify some things.
REQUESTS: closed
⸺ RULE 1
I don't write y/n unless you send me a request for a drabble. The main reason is that I don't like writing in second person but I decided to give it a try for these smaller requests and it doesn't 'trigger' me this bad so I'll keep going for now. If the stories are requested, I've been trying to don't give the main character a name unless I've been discussing the story more with the anon and they don't mind it.
⸺ RULE 2
Since I've been also accepting drabbles, when you send a request, please specify if you want a drabble or if you want a longer fic (+1000k words count, more details, etc). HOW?
DRABBLES REQUESTS
"member(s) + kink/phrases/whatever you want" of course you can also add a rant in it or if you have something more specific but just use that format so I'll know you want a short thing and with the 2nd person pov.
STORIES REQUESTS
In the same way you've always been doing, maybe use the word "request" so I'm sure it's a longer story.
⸺ TIMING
I always answer the requests you send, if I accept them and even if I feel like don't write them (for now it never happened). So if I tell you I'll write it, I will. I'd like to follow the time order I've been sent them but it's all about inspiration and sometimes I write a story in a day and some others it takes me months. If I make you wait it's not because I hate you but because I want it to be as good as possible, especially since it has been requested and that means you trust me with it.
When it comes to drabbles I've been answering them in the span of the day (but it can change because I also have a life and I'm a student)
⸺ HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE WORKING ON IT?
HERE. You find a list of all my upcoming works. I update it often so it's accurate. I also have the #requests updates to keep track of them
⸺ MEMBERS I DON'T WRITE ABOUT
I don't feel the same inspiration for everybody and it's also pretty random. If you don't see a member in my masterlist I probably don't write about them (except for wayv, I have stories in the wip with Kun and Yangyang that I should post for October)
⸺ THINGS I WON’T WRITE ABOUT
graphic sa
mafia
I’m not a big fan of name-calling like slut/whore so I avoid using it as much as possible (but i put degradation/humiliation kink in my works, I simply don’t use those terms)
age regression / age play / infantilization of any kind
scat play, feet fetish, somnophilia, cnc, korean honorific kink
extremely big age gaps (my limit is around ten years)
prostitution (not in a romanticized way but I think that aside from the poly series I won’t use this topic on any other occasion either)
high school au (only if I need some kind of flashbacks but otherwise I’m too old for that shit, and so are the people I write about)
⸺ ONE LAST THING
When you send a request it would be nice to let me know what you think about the story once I post it, EVEN if you didn't like it (of course, be polite). In general, feedback is always appreciated but requests are something done for you because you specifically asked them. If I didn't like writing them I wouldn't accept them, but please keep in mind that it's even harder to write a story with an idea that doesn't come from your brain.
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𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭
anonymous requested: 5 angst bakugou + 2 fluff hawks please (Keep up the great work, you always have my support!)
prompt for milestone event: “Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
genre: angst.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
word count: 1.2k+
warnings: cursing. bakugou is the asshole.
author’s note: much appreciation anon! i’ll write the hawks request on a separate post and add the link here when i’m done!
At this very moment, you are positively 99.9% sure you’re going to kill Bakugou Katsuki.
You’re angrily tapping your heels up and down the streets, right across from the local Chinese restaurant you had just so abruptly left after waiting at the table for a good two hours for your supposed date to arrive.
While you sat there—a cup of ice water served to you by the handsome waiter you were almost tempted to ask to fill in for the empty space—you rang calls for the blonde about ten times. All of which immediately directed you to voicemail, where you had to listen to Bakugou’s voice bluntly command to you to “leave a fucking message after the tone.” Eventually, your patience thinned and you stomped out of the establishment, not caring about the strange looks pointed at you by its patrons.
Your next destination? The Heights Alliance dormitories, where you’re sure your “date” is lounging around right now with no idea he even stood you up.
“Where is he?” you vehemently ask the very first person you lay eyes on when you set foot in the dorms. Which, to their misfortune, is Kaminari Denki.
“Where is.. who?” Kaminari knits his brows together when answering your question with another, his face a mixture of confusion and concern at your furious attitude. The delay only brings more anger on your face.
“Bakugou fucking Katsuki, that’s who!” You want to scream out your frustration, but knowing you’re in the common room right now reduces your words to a hiss.
“Oh hey, Y/n! You’re back already?” Mina jumps into the conversation after hearing your voice from the kitchen. She’s quickly by your side, gleeful and ready to hear all the juicy details about your day.
“How’d the date go?”
“Didn’t even show up,” you grumble, sadness washing on your features in that instance before it’s replaced by your temper again.
“Aw man, don’t tell me Bakugou was the one that stood you up!” Kaminari groans, his remorse for you conveyed in his voice. “Y’know, if I were the one going on that date with you, I would have never stood you up— Ow!” Kaminari cringes at the elbow jabbing into his side, courtesy of Mina, who rolls her eyes.
“Not the time, Kaminari,” she murmurs, and Kaminari looks up, immediately witnessing the pressure surrounding you that grows by the second. He’s quick to get back to the point.
“Uh, right… Bakugou’s up in his room helping Kirishi—”
You don’t stick around to listen to the rest of his sentence, already attaining the information you need to go and give Bakugou Katsuki a piece of your fucking mind.
That’s all you can think about as your frustration gathers inside you like an impending tornado during your ride up the elevator to the fourth floor. When you make a landing, you trudge to the front of Bakugou’s door, and without hesitation, pound your knuckles against it. About three furious knocks later, you hear a rustle and feet descending to the floor, with each step seeming more annoyed than the last, though nowhere near your level at the moment.
“What do you want? I thought I told everyone I was teaching—” Bakugou starts hostilely, eyes closed from the very moment he opens the door, but immediately goes quiet when he sees it’s not just any other extra from his class. It’s you.
“Y/n?” he says, surprised, and a disdainful smile shows on your lips.
“Surprised to see me? Well, you shouldn’t be.” You cross your arms, leaning forward as your voice rises. “We were supposed to meet today for our date, Katsuki.”
Bakugou quirks a brow, almost like he doesn’t believe your claims, and practically snarls back, “Hah? What fucking date?”
“The one at the Chinese restaurant you recommended because they had all that spicy food you like so damn much!”
“The hell? If I had made plans for a date, then I wouldn’t be tutoring Shitty Hair right now.”
“You can’t be serious, right? Organizing a study session with Kirishima when we already had arrangements today?”
“Shouldn’t be a problem since we never made any of those arrangements to begin with!”
Your patience, long since thrown out the window already, finally takes a nosedive into the ground as you feel fumes puff from your ears, watching the blonde’s expression go unchanged. How has it is not clicked in his thick skull yet?
“Fine. You know what? Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole,” you quip at him, finally deciding to put a lid over your boiling pot of anger and tell yourself it isn’t worth your time bickering back and forth with a brick wall. Inconsiderate asshole.
“Enjoy your study date with Kirishima then. I’ll ask Kaminari or even the cute guy from the restaurant to take me next time, ’kay? Good-bye.”
With that, you stomp back to the elevator without so much as casting Bakugou a second glance, while he stares at you perplexed from his door frame, wondering what the hell just happened.
“What the? Y/n, I—” He attempts to reach out for you, but you make a point not to acknowledge him. So he scoffs and shuts his door, returning to his red-haired friend who gives him a bewildered look when the blonde retakes his seat next to him.
“Wasn’t that Y/n?”
“Yeah, who else would it be?” Bakugou replies crudely, looking over Kirishima’s shoulder and mutters that his solution is wrong.
“Well shouldn’t you go talk to her? She seemed pretty mad,” Kirishima advises as he rubs his eraser over his incorrect work.
“Why should I? She comes to my room, starts banging on the door while we’re studying, and accuses me of forgetting some date we didn’t even plan today!” His voice escalates into that short-tempered tone of his, resting his elbow on the desk.
“It’s not my job to worry about every little thing with her, especially about something that never even existed. And besides, you need me if you want to pass that big fucking exam next week.”
Kirishima rubs his head. “Well… yeah, but I think you should still apologize for the misunderstanding and clear things up at least.”
As Bakugou opens his mouth to reply, he hears his phone ding and looks down to see the screen lighting up. He lifts the device, continuing, “Well, if anyone should be apologizing, it should be—”
Bakugou’s words are left unspoken when his eyes scan across the screen. They gradually widen at sight; every word he reads drops a revelation on him that makes his heart heavy. Then in the next second, he’s suddenly spewing curses from his mouth, feet on the move, and dashing out of his room with the door hanging open.
“Shit, shit—”
Kirishima, left behind with his unfinished homework, is even more confused than when he started, shouting out questions to Bakugou about where he’s going until he gets an answer glancing down. He spots Bakugou’s phone plopped down on his desk, remaining lit up from the very moment he discovered what laid on the screen for him. Kirishima cranes his head, and out of curiosity, reads the pinged notification himself.
REMINDER: date with Y/n @ Bazoku Chinese Restaurant this afternoon. DON’T FORGET IT.
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hey again mandy!! i was wondering if you could rec some fluffy destiel fics? just your favorite ones if you’ve got some, either fluffy or angsty! i’d love to add some diversity to my bookmark list ☺️💕
Ooohh yeah! You sent this right as an anon sent the same request :3
Anon: I have seen your answer to an anon and now I want you to do a list of your favorite destiel fics please!! I just need to read fluffy fics but I also want some that have very good plot and also good portray of the characters but with a happy ending i can’t stomach more sadness. Thanks!! By the way for these who haven’t read it I want to recommend a very good fic call I don’t care where you been.
So I’m not too big on angst, like yes I do love angst, it can be good for the plot/character development/etc, but sometimes too much angst is well, too much for me to handle lol. Fluff is my bread and butter when it comes to not only writing, but reading. It can do me no harm, besides making my cheeks hurt from smiling so dang much!
So here is my list of fluffy, plotty, longfics! These are pretty old, because I haven’t been in the market for any destiel longfic in the recent years, besides oneshots and a few WIPs here and there. (i’m still neck deep into the stucky dumpster lol) 6 canon fics and 6 AU’s :D
CANON
Professional Couple Only by saltyfeathers (Fake/Pretend Relationship) - There's a haunted apartment building in Vermont, and the ad says "Professional couple only". Dean and Cas rise to the occasion.
The Silence Between Heartbeats by yesmsmoran (elliedew) (2x20 AU) - "Fic that replaces Carmen with Cas. And then, when Dean wakes up and he meets Cas for the first time he freaks out because it's the only man he's ever loved and he's so confused as to how he can be real when he obviously had to be something the djinn created."
i wanna see your animal side by microcomets (Animal Transformation) - Dean gets attached to a dark-haired, blue-eyed kitten. He hates cats, so he can't really say why.
Just To Make You See by youaresunlight (Mutual Pining) - “I’ve been reading,” Cas explains, lifting his coat to reach for something inside. It’s another magazine but not one about nature or economics. It’s a GQ with a suave male celebrity gracing the cover. “There’s an article in here that gives advice to those who are ‘seeking to escape the friend zone.’”
And I Will Walk On Water by tracy_loo_who (Post-S4) - This fic is set after season 4 and totals ~122,600 words. It's a story about friendship and love, recovery and trust, free will, and Dean and Castiel's journey through it all. It's also about chocolate and hugs. If you read it, I really hope you enjoy it. ♥
Broadway Musical by Griftings (HILLARIOUS GO READ IT) - This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.Or, the romantic comedy where Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle are destined to get married, Castiel is given the task of playing matchmaker and fails terribly, the entire Heavenly Host becomes a sitcom audience, God warns against male pregnancy, and Jimmy Novak is incredibly unimpressed with angels in general.
AU
a world above water by museaway (Fairy Tale AU) - Castiel’s hope for freedom is threatened by a chance encounter with the Crowned Prince of Lawrence, who is trying to avoid an arranged marriage
To Find a Family by linasane (Kid Fic, Domestic) - When Dean's little brother gets taken away, he's expecting the fight that ensues. He's expecting the stress that comes from separation, expecting to do all he can to get Sammy back from whatever awful foster family he's been placed with. He's not expecting Castiel Novak. (Castiel, in turn, isn't expecting his first foster child - five years old and angry - to be the one that leads him to the family he's always wanted, but life has a funny way of working itself out).
Shorten the Distance by GhostGarrison (Online/Long Distance Relationship) - "Nerdytr3nchcoat" and "Impala67" weren't looking for romance on the dating website called 'dateangels.com'. Castiel was looking for friends and Dean was just looking to get his nagging brother off his back. What they didn't expect to find was each other. [a long distance, online relationship fic]
Cooking with Gas by WinJennster (Food Network/Chef!Cas) - Castiel Novak has it all. He's rich, famous, has a top rated cooking show and restaurant, drives an expensive car and wears Armani.
His producer throws a contest to spend a day with Chef Novak, cooking and learning techniques. Castiel wants no part of it, but Balthazar insists and Castiel will do as expected.
What Castiel wasn't expecting was to fall head over heels for the winner.
Dean Winchester hasn't had a successful relationship in his 34 years on Earth. He's got a past he'd like to keep hidden, and his life rotates around his family and his business.
Winning a contest to spend a day with his favorite TV chef is a shock, but a welcome diversion from his day to day life...until he meets the guy, and he turns out to be a big jerk. Dean figures he should have expected that.
What he wasn't expecting was that same gorgeous blue-eyed man to sweep in and shake up his entire world.
Life In Pink by youaresunlight (Kid Fic - SO FLUFF) - At just 33 years old, Dean Winchester is one of the most sought-after wedding planners in the city. He’s chased his dream ever since he was a kid and is now on the brink of making partner at his firm. But the wedding that’ll make or break his promotion? Is his best friend Dr. Castiel Novak’s. It’s going to be the event of the season - unlimited budget, no expense spared - and it’s the kind of task that Dean has been waiting for… except he’s hopelessly in love with Cas.
Kiss the Baker by Ltleflrt (Bakery AU) - Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual. When she sends Dean on a mission to find her some chocolate cake donuts with bacon sprinkles, he's sure that he'll fail. Luckily his partner Benny comes to his rescue and introduces him to a quirky little bakery that sells all kinds of weird (and delicious!) baked goods. And they do special orders!Dean finds excuses to keep going back, and Castiel finds excuses to keep giving him special treats.
And I believe this is the fic Anon was referring to: don't care where you've been by thanks_tacos (A/B/O) Dean's life is finally changing. After years of enduring Alastair's abuse, the alpha dies and Dean's married off to the next alpha the system pairs him with - Castiel. The man is strange and distant, but not exactly bad, and Dean's determined to be on his best behavior and not mess up the chance he was given. Soon enough, though, he fucks up anyway and has to call the alpha for help.Castiel's lived his entire life without an omega by his side, and he was fine with that. He doesn't know how to proceed once he's suddenly married to a beautiful man who's obviously been through a lot. Omegas were always a confusing subject to him, so he tries not to interfere much - neither of them is there by their choice. But when Dean calls for help, he understands he's going to have to set some things straight and engage more.
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Hi
I'm not up to date with all the drama in this fandom bc i tend to scroll past it. But being a reader of the books before I landed in these fandoms, I'm utterly shocked about how people treat eachother.
I'm very neutral on this stupid ship war going on. I tend to fall more for Elriel. But I understand everyone's opinion. I used to read all the book analysis, but now it just seems so exhausting. I get that people love books and ship different people. That's normal, everyone has different taste etc i'm just here trying to understand why we need to bring other human beings down in order to push our own narrative.
Since when is it okay to do that???? Can't we have a normal conversation without sending death treats?
I normally don't really respond to anything that involves drama. But these last couples of months have gotten me to dislike the books more and more solely because of these, may I call them blandly, horrible people.
And i'm very sad to have to admit that i'm also getting sick of the art of the multiple ships. Which that's horrible because I love what all these amazing artists create. But the hate they receive and the comments just make me hate it all more,this whole fandom with all these toxic people ruining it for me personally.
Can't we all just agree that we like these books, and respect eachother as human beings, no matter what everyone else thinks? And maybe wait and see what the author writes? In the end it are still her books and she will have the final say in everything.
I wish SJM would release the next book sooner so all this hate would stop, then again i don't know if it will stop. They will likely continue and probably bother SJM too...
Thank you for listening to me ranting, you always seem very nice to people with different opinions, so I thought i might as well rant a bit too.
Have a lovely day!!
Hello! Thank you for this message! I think it's really helpful for people to see because they can see the impact of the things they are doing and saying in the fandom. There are a lot of people who feel comfortable being vocal in the fandom, but I gotta say, if I were just joining now, I'm not sure that would be me. I wonder how many people walk in, take a look around, and walk the fuck back out. I probably would.
I got on my soap box a little bit because I was thinking about some of the things you've said!
I was just talking with some friends, some of whom I've been in the fandom with since 2017, some who are newer. And we all 1000% agree with you. It's so, so frustrating that the fandom has gotten so nasty to the point where we've become so separated from each other that we can't have a single civil conversation. Where people of color don't feel safe, and where a lot of the fandom doesn't even seem to care about that.
When I first joined the fandom, there were definitely people who shipped one way and people who shipped another, but we were still able to have conversations with each other. There would be these really, really long posts that were chains of people commenting on posts and reblogging, then someone adding on their thoughts, then op would respond, etc. Yeah, the posts were super long to scroll through, but there was so much engagement, ya know? And it was genuine, too. We could disagree or say "hey OP I like this point, but have you thought of X?" And it was great! (I even have a tag for it, #long post tag, because I once got an anon who was annoyed at how long my conversations with people would be 💀so I made that tag for people who wanted to block those posts.)
I'm not going to pretend it was perfect - there were definitely people I didn't get along with. But that wasn't a fandom thing, that was just a personality thing. And I never in a million years expected those people to fly off the handle and start attacking me anon, or to ss my posts to make fun of elsewhere. Now, that's a constant fear hanging over everyone's heads.
It has created an extreme echo chamber. I would genuinely like having those old fandom discussions where people would comment - in the open, on reblogs - and then we could all engage in that discussion in public. Now, all of that discussion happens in private, in groupchats and Discord. And don't get me wrong, Discord is super fun. But it also means that 1) people who aren't in those groups have no idea wtf is going on when we vague, although I try not to do that anyway, and 2) when people are in those groups they egg each other on to be worse and worse. Worse than they would have been if they were on their own and didn't feel like they had a group of people there to support their asshole behavior. tbh, I have to check myself sometimes and think, "would I do this if I hadn't just gotten into a rant conversation with friends on Discord?"
And what you said about fan art, it's so frustrating!!! Since when did fan art become a battle ground??? Since when did the appearance of fan art = a win for one ship or the other?? Why can't the comments of those arts ever just be nice and appreciative of the work someone has put into it? Honestly, it makes me paranoid to write fanfic, too! I mean, is that next???
I totally agree with you that we should be able to respect each other as people. We used to be able to do that. I hate to admit it, but I have so many people blocked now because I just don't trust them. I don't trust them to be civil, I don't trust them to be able to see my posts, I don't trust them to even read what I've written without misconstruing everything I've said.
I'm not sure if people realize that there is a big difference between this:
I don't like X ship
And this:
People who like X ship are delusional
The first one is okay! It's normal! Like you said, we all have feelings and interpretations and stuff we would prefer to see or not see!
The second one, not okay! Stop insulting people, people!!!!
The idea of engaging in a normal, healthy debate with a huge portion of the fandom is such a foreign concept to me at this point, and it never used to be. There could be a lot of reasons for this. And I always try to avoid pointing fingers because I know that not everyone is like that, though I'm sure I have slipped into that from time to time.
I think it would help if we stop seeing each other as a gwynriel or an elucien or an elriel, and start seeing each other as individuals. When acosf first came out, I started noticing a trend where people would send me asks and write them as if they were writing to every single person who ships elucien, or as if they were writing to every single person who holds a certain opinion about Azriel. It was really confusing at first, and I'm gonna request that the fandom stop doing that altogether, to everyone. If you want to engage with someone, engage with that person, not your idea of who they are and what they think.
I'm down for conversations where we talk about the series and what might come next as possibilities, because that's all this is, so far. Anyone who says that "X thing will never happen" is making some bold claims, and it's really off-putting to people who know that that's not why we are here. It's not a contest where we "win" canon. It's fandom, where we talk about what we like and what we don't like and what we want and cross our fingers and hope.
EDIT I wanted to add on one thing - a lot of this behavior is incredibly shocking and disgusting and I think that we, as a fandom, need to be better at 1) calling it out, and 2) not assuming that whoever did X horrible thing represents all people from that corner of the fandom.
I hope that you have a lovely day as well! And that the fandom doesn't get you too down. @heleencollier
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Idk if you're still doing nights requests, but Reala x one of your ocs?
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Anon...
I have no clue who you are, or why you took an interest in seeing my OC shipped with a Canon character...
But I have one thing to say...
Thank you so so so much for asking about my OC! And about wanting to see her paired with a canon character! That is honestly a huge compliment, it tells me you think she's interesting enough and legit enough to be with a canon character!
Ok. The only NiGHTS OC that I have that could be shipped with him, is my nightopian OC Prism (her bio should be under the 'my own OC's' tag or 'Prism' tag, please check her out if your interested ^^) but... If I'm honest, I had thought of them together in a relationship before.
I know that there's nothing wrong with OC x Canon ships, but I always get nervous at the thought of posting anything like that, especially if no one asks about my characters (the last thing I want is to embarras myself if someone is like 'nobody asked to see this why are you posting it'... Even though the internet is a free platform and we can post whatever we want and don't have to worry about anybody putting us down.
ANYWAYS! I've rambled too much. Time to give you what you asked for. My thoughts on Prism x Reala (or Realism in this case XD). I'll go for my general thoughts/story for it, but this got pretty long so I won't add headcannons to it (maybe I'll make a separate post for headcannons)
Reala x Prism (Realism)
Peony: Regarded as one of the most popular and culturally significant flowers in many parts of the world, the peony is closely associated with peace, stability and prosperous domestic life
(I hope that's a peony gif. Gif courtesy of Google)
Anyone who knows Prism's story knows that if she was canon, Reala would be her #1 enemy for a multitude of reasons.
For starters, when he and NiGHTS were created, they both made her job as a guardian a whole lot harder. At first she was able to deal with third and second levels just fine, although the second levels she would need a few tries to learn their strategies so she could properly fight back. But NiGHTS and Reala, by far the known strongest creations of Wizeman. They made her eat dirt with their superior magic and strength alone everytime she tried to fight them for the ideya they stole. The most she could do was use herself as a distraction while the visitors and nightopians in the area get to safety.
Then, when NiGHTS rebelled and she and them bonded and befriended each other, Reala gave her another reason to hate him. He was constantly hurting her friend and trying to drag them back to a place that would practically kill them without physically harming them. Anyone who knows Prism knows that she is not the type to stand back and let her loved ones get hurt, she would sacrifice herself in a heartbeat and think about the consequences later. There were many times she had to break NiGHTS out of trouble and square up to Reala to try to protect them. Fortunately NiGHTS was on her side this time, so her fights with the nightnaren weren't so unevenly matched anymore.
But of course, the hatred she felt for him was mutual. Remember, no story is one sided, and we have to see this through Reala's eyes too. Prism has caused him and the other 'maren so much trouble with how she fights them and takes back any ideya they steal, and has made Wizeman very temperamental and progress to stagnate. Not to mention the fact that she is the only thing- alongside the visitors- keeping him from bringing his friend back home and was also the reason why NiGHTS left in the first place (in his eyes at least). So when he sees Prism, all Reala sees is a pest that is far too much trouble and needs to be taken care of so not only he but the rest of Nightnare can achieve their goal without further hinderence.
So the main reason for their rivalry is simple. They both have conflicting goals. Prism wants to protect the night dimension and ensure the visitors and her loved ones are safe. Reala wants to keep Wizeman satisfied so no one else will die and bring back his comrade. And the one thing that even made things this way for them was Wizeman. As long as he exists and forces the nightmaren to bring him ideya, they will continue to clash heads.
So what happens when you remove Wizeman from the picture? When Wizeman is finally gone for good and the nightmaren have no reason to hunt visitors anymore?
Complications.
After NiGHTS rebelled and showed Prism that the nightmaren weren't inherently evil, she wanted to protect the nightmaren too. Being a guardian of the night dimension includes Nightmare too, not to mention all the stories NiGHTS told her about the day to day lives the 'maren lead. She wanted to help them, but when Wizeman was in power she had to keep fighting them to help the visitors. She couldn't just stop protecting the humans, the night dimension exist because of the visitors, so they were the top priority. So even though she sympathized with the 'maren, she couldn't stop what she began.
But now that Wizeman is gone, she tries to make amends. She goes out of her way to try to help Nightmare heal along with Nightopia. Of course, since she caused so much suffering for the 'maren, none of them want to trust her. Especially Reala, the new leader of Nightmare.
NiGHTS would definitely have to be a mediator between them both. Because even though Prism is trying to be trusting and calm and helpful, centuries of agony and the cold truth that he couldn't trust anyone, not even his closest friend, makes Reala lash out. Now that she's just standing there, doing nothing but putting a target on her back, his fury and hurt over the years bubble up and splash onto her.
But at the same time, he caused her suffering too. Every visitor she couldn't save, every paradise and nightopian that was torn apart by the nightmaren and all the beat downs she took in all of the fights she had, Reala was a big part of all that. At least after he was created. They both have hurt each other in different ways, they both had caused the others day to worsen intentionally or not.
And, in a way, that's how they both come to an understanding. Eventually, they both recognize what they've done to the other and that neither of them are intirely innocent. When they both see that, they both can take two steps back and realize they are more alike then they thought. They both want peace in their communities, they both care for their loved ones and want them around, they both carry similar responsibilities and are seen as authority figures or protectors in their homes and they both want the conflict to just stop.
So with time, they both can come to an agreement to help each other. They both can help the night dimension heal and help bring back the unity that Nightmare and Nightopia used to have. It's with this clarity and understanding for the other that allows them to work together. And later, when they both have a chance to actually get to know each other and bond- all thanks to NiGHTS I assure you- They find love with each other.
That's why I love Realism so much. It's not only a enemies to lovers story, but it also has them show each other a side neither of them saw before. Prism gets to see Reala's more caring and softer side, and Reala gets to see her more sympathetic and understanding side. And it's only when they see the other half of each other is when they can unite and become one with each other.
What do you guys think? Any questions or criticism are always welcome!
#Reala#Prism#fantopian#NiD#JoD#NiGHTS into Dreams#NiGHTS Journey of Dreams#my own OC's#my own characters#my own headcannons#ships#OC x Canon#Reala x Prism#Realism#i apologize for yhe long post i have no idea how to do that 'read more' thing that long posts do#if anyone can tell me id be forever grateful#and to anyone who read the entire post thank you for sticking with me through my rambles#my own post
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A New Beginning [Tobin Heath x Reader]
requested by @lion457457: Hey can you write a second part of this is the end if you have time where Tobin can’t live without the reader and begs for her forgiveness.
requested by anon: the angst was so good!!! can i request a sequel where tobin realizes she made a mistake and wants the reader (can be post man utd) (but don’t make it too angsty and also have a happy ending?)
requested by @arination99: Is there a part 2 to This is the end?? If not can I request it??
A/N: this is a sequel to This is the End, so you should probs go read that before this if you haven’t yet. also this was a lil difficult for me to write bc i love both tobin and christen, also because i don’t condone cheating at all, but i hope you all enjoy this!
warnings: mention of cheating
“You ready for camp?” Megan asks you, as the two of you wait for Allie to get her bag.
“Yeah.” You reply.
The past four months had been some of the longest of your life. After catching your girlfriend of one year cheating on you, with one of your teammates at that, you had spiraled into a lonely hole of sadness. Although you were starting to feel like your old self again, with the help of both Megan and Allie, your insecurities and self-doubt, which were only heightened by the breakup, still had a strong presence.
“You sure?”
You nod, slightly smiling. “Tobin made her choice. Will it be hard to see them both? Yes, but I have you guys and the rest of the team.”
There was no question that when the national team found out about the incident, there was a lot of discourse and arguments, your teammates upset with the two forwards. Fortunately for Vlatko, training camp hadn’t been for another four months after, otherwise there would’ve been issues, both on and off the field.
“Damn right you have us.” Allie approaches the two of you, slinging her arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, Chris and Tobin may be my friends and business partners, but I can’t stand by what they did to you.” Megan adds on.
You shake your head and look down at your feet. “I appreciate it, guys, and I appreciate everything that you’ve done for me the past four months, I really do. But I don’t want you to break your friendships with them just because of me, okay?”
“(Y/N), look at me.” The pink haired woman puts her finger under your chin, lifting your head so your eyes meet hers. “You shouldn’t feel guilty about them losing us, or anyone else on the team, as friends, okay? They did this to themselves. You are not to blame for any of this, got it?”
“Yes, okay. Thanks, P.” You give her a slight nod. “But I don’t want anyone bringing it up or any fighting. Can you guys do that for me?”
Megan and Allie look at each other, deciding whether they’re willing to agree to that.
“Of course.” The blonde midfielder affirms, putting your request above their desire to yell at Tobin and Christen.
“Good. Now, let’s go.”
The three of you pile into an Uber and make your way to the hotel.
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That evening at dinner, after the majority of the team had arrived, you sat at a table with Ash, Ali, Megan, Allie, and Kelley. Some of the players who had gone on loan to Europe were still yet to arrive, including both Tobin and Christen.
A couple of minutes later, all discussion stops, everyone’s attention turning towards the door. Curious as to what your teammates were looking at, you turn around in your seat, and your stomach twists at the sight of who’d arrived.
Christen Press visibly shrinks under the scrutiny of her teammates, as she makes her way to the buffet. As she heads towards an empty table, Ash call out at her, making you cringe.
“Press! Where’s the girlfriend?”
“Yeah, thought you two would be together.” Kelley sneers, adding a comment under her breath. “It’s the least you could do after what you did to (Y/N).”
A couple of your teammates throw out some comments, causing Christen to wince. You can’t help but sympathize for the older woman.
“Stop!” You yell and slam your hands down on the table, ending their taunts. Everyone turns to look at you in surprise, especially Christen. “This isn’t her fault. She just happened to fall in love, and while yes, the timing sucked, and her actions were questionable, I don’t blame her. I mean I did at first, but I’m over it, okay? So you guys should be too.” You look around at your teammates, giving them warning glares. “So, stop yelling at her, okay? She’s still your teammate and your friend. I don’t want anymore fighting or yelling, okay? It’s over.” You conclude, sitting back down in your seat.
You see out of the corner of your eye Christen mouthing a small ‘thank you,’ to which you just nod in return.
A couple minutes later, everyone once again looks up from their food, as Tobin Heath enters the room, Alex following in pursuit. The two of them stop their hushed conversation, feeling the team’s eyes on them.
You watch as they go to get their food and sit at a completely separate table, leaving Christen to sit by herself.
What happened to her and Tobin? Were they still together? Were they even a thing to begin with?
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The next afternoon, training was not going well, at least not for majority of the team. Kelley kept slide tackling Tobin, a little harder than usual. Megan would purposely not pass to an open Christen, resulting in her losing the ball. You, on the other hand, were trying to be the bigger person, and made exceptional crosses, Christen connecting to them and putting them in the back of the net. However, to say that Vlatko was upset would be an understatement.
“Ladies!” He blows his whistle, waving everyone in for a huddle. “I don’t know what is going on with you all today. I’d like to think it’s because we haven’t played together in almost a year, but I know that’s not the case and there’s something else. So, whatever it is, you all need to sort it out. Am I making myself clear?”
A chorus of ‘yes, coach’ echoes amongst the team.
“Good.” Vlatko claps and then turns to the two captains. “Megan, Alex, I expect the two of you to plan some team bonding tonight. We have little time before the Olympics and even less time before SheBelieves.”
The two women nod, agreeing with your coach. “You got it.” Megan confirms.
“Great. Now, go get changed. Training is done for the day.” He dismisses the team, and you all head back to the locker room.
As you’re taking off your cleats and packing up your bag, Megan slides into the seat next to you.
“Hey, you gonna be okay for team bonding tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You give her a small smile, as you continue to put stuff in your bag.
“I’m sorry that we have to do this, but you heard Vlatko, and honestly I agree with him, we need to bond as a team.” Megan continues to explain.
Standing up and swinging your bag on your shoulder, you let out a small chuckle. “P, I told you, I’m good. I want the team to go back to normal, too.”
“Okay. I’m just worried about you.” The older forward stands up, meeting your eyes.
“Thanks, Megan. I appreciate it.” You soften. “It’s definitely gonna be tough, but I’m also tough.” You give her a smirk over your shoulder, as you head to the bus.
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After dinner, the entire team piled into Megan and Lindsey’s room for the mandatory team bonding. No one knew what to do or say, a thick tension in the air. A few moments passed before Megan speaks up, clearing her throat.
“Obviously, everyone knows why we’re here. We need to work on our team chemistry, so tonight’s team bonding is gonna look a little different than usual.”
“So, we’re gonna all go around and say something that no one here knows about us.” Alex adds, nodding along.
You try your best not to your roll your eyes at the corniness of this activity. You want to speak up to protest, but you don’t need to, as Emily does it for you.
“What? This is dumb. There’s nothing about me that at least one person in this room doesn’t know about me.”
“Yeah! Ali’s my wife for goodness sake.” Ash exclaims, as many of the other women voice their disagreement.
Megan rubs her forehead, sighing. “You guys! I know this isn’t ideal, but we clearly have something to work out off the field in order for us to perform well on the field.”
The entire team turns, splitting their glares between you, Tobin, and Christen.
“We all know the issue here, so we should just leave them to solve it.” Kelley mutters under her breath, not going unnoticed by the rest of the room.
After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Tobin finally speaks up.
“Kelley’s right. It’s clear that what I did has impacted the entire team, so I take complete responsibility for that, and I’m sorry.” The forward then turns her attention to you. “And (Y/N), I’m so so sorry for what I did to you. I can’t apologize enough. What I did to you was so wrong on so many levels, and it was honestly the biggest mistake of my life.”
You nod, not really knowing how to respond.
But Tobin isn’t finished yet, turning to look down at Christen. “And Chris, I’m sorry that we didn’t work out and that we had to end the way we did. It just want’t meant to be.” She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, as she reveals the last part.
The entire team is shocked by the woman’s confession that her and Christen have split.
“(Y/N), do you think we could talk out in the hallway?” Tobin addresses you, a pleading look in her eyes.
You feel your mouth dry and your insides twist at the thought of being alone with your ex-girlfriend. “Um, sure, I guess.”
As you make your way out of the room, Megan glances at you worriedly. You nod back at her, reassuring you that you’ll be fine. You subtly give her a stern glance, slightly nodding your head back towards Christen as a warning, ‘don’t you or anyone else on the team dare interrogate her.’
Exiting the room, you hear Megan clap her hands. “So, who wants to watch a movie?”
You and Tobin now stand alone in the empty hallway, an unfamiliar awkward space between the two of you.
“Do I really need to start this conversation?” You sigh.
“Sorry.” Tobin mumbles out, playing with the hem of her shirt. “I miss you, (Y/N). I know what I did was awful and absolutely unforgivable, but I want you to know that that was the biggest mistake of my life. You’re it for me.” She confesses.
Your eyes widen, not expecting her to say that at all. You can’t help yourself, blurting out the first thing that comes to your mind. “What about Christen?”
Tobin scratches the back of her neck, as she responds. “Uhh, we tried to make it work in Manchester, but I just couldn’t get my mind off you, and I guess she could tell. So we called it off. Chris deserves better than half of a relationship.”
“Hm, yes she does.” You hum. “And so do I, Tobin.”
“I know, (Y/N). You deserve the world, and I’m sorry that I didn’t give you that.” Tears pooling in her eyes, the guilt consuming her. “But I want to. I want to be with you again and show you that I can love you the way you deserve to be loved. I still love you, (Y/N), and I’d like a second chance, if you’ll give me one.”
You feel your heart rip into two. As much as you still loved Tobin and wanted to be with her, you were unsure if you could trust her with your heart after what she did to you.
“Tobin…” You trail off, the words lost in your mouth.
“I know I don’t deserve it, but I realized that you mean everything to me.” She rasps, practically begging at this point.
“Tobin, I’m not going to be your second choice just because it didn’t work out with Christen.” You firmly state, holding your ground.
“It’s not like that at all, (Y/N/N).” Tobin insists and shakes her head. “I love you, and somehow I got caught up in a relationship that somehow blended from a friendship to a romantic one. But I realized that you are the only one I want to be with, (Y/N), only you.”
Your eyes start filling with tears, your emotions from the past four months bubbling over, all of the anger, frustration, sadness, and devastation.
“Please, (Y/N), I beg you, please forgive me.” Tobin sobs.
“Tobin, you have to understand that you broke me!” You cry. “I loved you, hell, I still love you. But I trusted you, and you broke that trust. I want to be with you because I love you, but how can I after what you did?”
Tobin’s heart breaks at your revelation. “I know, (Y/N). And I know that I’m going have to work to gain your trust back, whether or not we get back together, as we still play on the same team. But I want to work and prove to you that you can trust me, no matter how long it takes. I’d wait forever for you.”
You see the desperation and sincerity written in her eyes. “I don’t know, Tobin.”
“Just give me one more chance.” She pleads. “One dinner. That’s all I ask.”
After fighting an internal battle, you finally concede, unable to say no to the woman you love. “Okay.” You agree. “One dinner. You have one dinner to give me a sign that you’re in this for the long haul.”
A giant grin breaks out across Tobin’s face. “Thank you, (Y/N/N). I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I better not.”
“Can I give you a hug?” She shyly asks, and you give her a small nod.
Tobin wraps her arms around you, as she pulls you into a hug. You bury your face in the crook her neck, breathing in her comforting scent that you’d missed so much.
“I missed you, Tobin.” You mumble
“I missed you so much, (Y/N). Thank you, again. I love you.” Tobin whispers, running her hand through your hair.
“I love you too.”
You hoped you were doing the right thing by trusting Tobin with your heart again, because you didn’t know if you could survive another heartbreak.
Although you couldn’t know what the future had in store for you, this was the a new start for the two of you.
This was a new beginning.
#uswnt x reader#uswnt imagine#uswnt imagines#tobin heath x reader#tobin heath imagine#tobin heath imagines#uswnt#tobin heath
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