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cashmoneyyysstuff · 15 days

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ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as you’re parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

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strawberry-whorecake · 9 months

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Good Girl | K.R.

pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader

summary: Kylo had something you needed… just like he always did. So you found yourself sneaking around Starkiller Base for the satisfaction of your urges.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: swearing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), PinV sex, praise

a/n: holy shit- can i just say thank you for all the interaction i’ve been getting on my fics-?? i’m genuinely floored, i was just writing and posting these for my own self-indulgence but it means literally so much that you guys have been enjoying them omg. since you enjoyed kylo so much last time heres a small lil smut in means of my appreciation <3

What the fuck were you doing?!

You rushed down the halls ducking around corners, peering for a sign of any wanderers on Starkiller Base. You were terrified of being caught, but your impulse to sneak out of your quarters and into the Commander’s came strong and suddenly.

Metallic footprints drew closer in front of you, eliciting a gasp from your throat which you quickly entrapped with the clasp of your hand as you ducked into an unseen corner. The footsteps neared– then faded, finally vanishing as you watched the Stormtrooper disappear from sight.

That was fucking close… so why were you doing this again?

Your urges got the best of you, and now you were creeping around the base because it was well into the late hours of the night– or arguably the early hours of the morning, and Kylo had something you needed… just like he always did.

You waited around the corner for another couple seconds to make sure no one else would come around, and to your relief the halls were void, so you continued on your journey to the Commander’s chambers.

As you walked you scrutinized yourself, questioning how you’d fallen into the face of this predicament in the first place. You were a meer engineer, assigned to working on ships that flew in and out of the base.

You recalled your first meeting with Kylo Ren, and how he immediately captivated and terrified you– and he of course knew, and played into. Somehow this thing had bloomed between you two, and you weren’t particularly interested in snuffing out its flame any time soon.

After a while of stalking around with your guard up to not be caught, you reached his door.

Glancing over your shoulders for any wanderers, you cursed yourself– no one was permitted in Kylo’s quarters without his direct permission, of course the halls would be void.

You shook your head and quickly inputted the code to his lock system, listening to the metal doors reluctantly squeal open only seconds later.

Dipping inside you peered around, his neat and orderly chambers were dark, and your eyes found his bed– found him, sleeping on one side.

You watched the doors close behind you as you slipped off your shoes, leaving them in the doorway. Slowly you crept through his room, approaching his bed. As you drew nearer you pulled your top over your head before crawling in next to him.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest. Kylo was unpredictable– you had no way of knowing if he would be pleased with your appearance, or if he’d Force-throw you out of his chambers. Sure, he’d granted you permission to his quarters, under the premise he was in them, but how would he react to you waking him up?

Swallowing down your nerves, you gently caressed his cheek with your finger, which made him inhale deeply and stir despite still being asleep.

Taking hold of his cheek you led his lips to yours, kissing him. When his lips met your own his eyes fluttered open slowly. At first his kiss was confused but it rather quickly grew hot and rough.

Without tearing your mouth from his you gently pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. He pulled away only for a moment, just to take you in– and he smirked before pulling your face into his and kissing you hungrily.

His tongue twisted fervidly with yours, hot, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and soft sounds of already growing pleasure leaked from your lips. When he pulled back again, his plush pink lips glistened with the mix of your saliva.

“I missed this.” he growled and warmth developed as you felt him grow hard beneath you.

His kisses trailed from your lips down your jawline before they landed on your neck, sucking and nibbling at your skin.

A moan escaped from your throat despite trying to suppress it by clenching your teeth to your lip. You pulled away from him and lowered yourself to his abdomen, kissing his exposed stomach and upper pelvis.

Your eyes looked up pleadingly as you pulled down his boxers, and he only hummed in response.

You licked your lips, building up wetness in your mouth as you took him in your hand, gently placing a kiss to his tip.

Despite barely touching him, you knew how much he missed you by the bead of precum already dripping from him.

Running your tongue along his base, you then placed him in your mouth, drawing in your cheeks and sucking at his length until you pulled a groan from his throat.

He instinctively grabbed the back of your head, pushing himself deeper into your mouth, and making you gag lightly on his cock.

You looked up, watching as he smirked. “Good girl.” he cooed.

You caressed his skin as you swallowed him. “Fuck…” he let his dark waves crash against his pillow as he threw his head back. His brow furrowed lightly as his eyes fluttered shut. One of his hands still gripped your head while the other folded behind his own head.

He looked incredible like this, the blinking stars gently illuminating him in a soft glow from the window positioned behind his bed. The muscles in his arms rippling as he let himself enjoy what you had to offer him, the sight of him quickly reminded you of why you risked coming to his quarters in the first place.

His pleasure made you eager to keep going, and the arousal flooding between your own legs was increasingly difficult to ignore. You couldn’t wait any longer to have him as you slipped off of him and stripped yourself of the rest of your clothing, leaving yourself bare for him.

You ignored the warmth that flooded to your cheeks as he looked you over, his stature relaxed with his arm still casually placed behind his head.

You pulled at his boxers, removing them from his legs before disregarding them to the floor with your clothes. Crawling back on top of him you took him once more in your hand as you led him inside you.

Although this was farthest from your first time with Kylo, you would never be prepared for his size.

Your mouth gaped as he entered you, squirming atop him as you worked to adjust to his size as he split you to the seam. He only chuckled as he watched you, but after a few moments you began riding him, dragging your hips against his.

He moaned as you lowered yourself further onto him, his cock delving deeper into you. His arms wrapped around your frame and flipped you onto your back.

He leveled himself up by placing one hand on the bed beside your head as the other gripped harshly at your throat. A soft gasp managed to escape from your slack lips and he loosened his grip– just slightly.

His own impatience took over as he pushed into you, not holding back. You whimpered at the sudden force and reached up for his arm clamped around your neck for something to hold onto.

He smirked, shaking your hands off of him as he quickly caught them with both of his own and pinned them above your head before kissing you deeply and with need.

He withdrew himself only to thrust back in, creating a pattern as he did so. His pace quickened as he swapped your pinned wrists to one hand, letting his now free hand find your chest, kneading and toying with your breasts. His thumb flicked at your bud making you mewl out again.

You wiggled out of his grip, which he let you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to you.

He pounded into you faster, then slower, then harder– all rather quickly. His cock stroked your walls, cockhead prodding against that sweet spot that made your stomach churn in the best possible way.

“Fuck... Ah- Kylo-” you groaned as you felt him pummeling against your core, tangling your legs around his waist. Your moans only continued to please him, proud of himself at how easily he could make you moan for him. He seized a handful of your hair into his fist and tugged slightly.

Wrapping your arms around his broad back you pulled him deeper into you, and he didn’t hold back. He rocked his body back and forth with yours, you both synced in sin.

The only sounds that filled the room were Kylo’s stuttered breaths, your moans, and the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin.

He grabbed for your throat and pulled you into a steamy kiss, his tongue pushing past your teeth before dancing with yours.

With every thrust inside you, you could feel yourself growing tighter as your walls clenched together, holding back euphoria. “Sh-shit- Kylo…” you mewled rather pathetically.

In a hushed tone he growled, “Beg.”

He fucked deeper into you than you thought was possible by now. “Kylo please I-” your words were cut off by a moan that was pulled from your throat at a particularly hasty thrust. You didn’t know how much longer you could take.

“I said beg, slut.” he growled again.

He could feel you drawing you in, your walls growing claustrophobic around him, and he knew you were close, so he kept going.

Quickening his pace, he placed your chin in his hand making you look at him while you pleaded.

He glared into your eyes, then let his gaze drift to your perfectly parted lips as he mouthed the word “Beg” once more.

Giving out you finally cried, “Please! Let me cum, Kylo-!” your mouth gaped, words straining out. Your eyes were barely open but remained locked on his.

Kylo let his tongue dart past his own slightly parted lips, wetting them as he stared down at you, desperate and begging.

He knew you didn’t have long before you had reached your limit, whether he wanted to deprive you of that or not, so he let you have it.

“Good girl.” He hunched over so his lips just barely touched your ear as he whispered, “Now cum for me.”

He himself didn’t have much longer with the way your velveteen walls stroked him with every buck of his hips. His pace was frantic as he slammed into you, watching the way your brows knit and you panted and moaned past your lips.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving bites and kisses as he made his way to your collarbone– the cherry on top. You clung to him as you tightened around him, reaching your high in a pathetic array of moans.

Your vision faded out and shockwaves of electricity bolted through your nerves as you came around him, your walls milking him deliciously. He let out a groan of his own as his head lolled forward and he gripped your hips, pulling you down onto his cock.

With a final groan you felt your cunt flood with warmth as he came inside you, still driving his hips into yours.

His movements slowed, then stilled, and he pulled out of you with a grunt before laying down beside you. He pulled you close and coddled you through your finish. Your knees were lightly trembling which brought a smile to his face.

You buried your face into his chest as he let his fingers caress your skin before planting a kiss on your forehead, making your heart thump against your ribcage.

“Such a good girl.” he purred before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “My good girl.”

Your face grew hot. The tone of his voice and his words alone made your heart skip a beat.

You were Commander Ren’s good girl.

#adam driver #adcu #adcu smut #adcu x reader #smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut #star wars smut #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #whorecake fics

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soupbabe · 7 months

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Unfit (OPLA! Klahadore/Kuro x Fat! Reader)

While Kaya offered up her expansive collection of clothes, Reader can't find something that fits them.

Self indulgent fic time babey!! It's been rough lately, I've really been wanting to write something like this.

Warnings: Insecure reader, lil bit of angst and out of character comfort from Klahadore<3

Standing alone in front of a mirror, you frowned. You're sure Kaya had good intentions in providing you and your crew nicer clothes. Her wardrobe is so big that you can't blame her when she insisted that you'd find something. Yet, her kind words didn't stop the growing pile of pants you couldn't button all the way next to you. Taking a deep, but shakey breath, you took off the piece of clothing and added it to the neatly folded stack that hid behind a privacy screen. The evening was supposed to be fun, easy. All you had to do was be on your best behavior until Luffy and Usopp secured the ship. Even Nami and Zoro were able to let loose with some drinks and a fashion show. Instead, you're curling in on yourself, in your underwear, and trying not to lose it over a pair of pants.

Though, left on your lonesome, negative thoughts spiral quickly. Mumbling reassurance evolved into scolding. "You're supposed to be a pirate. Pirates don't care about shit like this. They don't care about pants..." You felt your face burn in embarrassment. Seeing everyone grab all the clothes they wanted and it'd fit like a glove made you feel delusional, stupid.

A gentle knock on the wall made the neck on your hair stand straight. "Hello? Y/n?" A smooth voice called out. You froze in place, eyes wide at the realization: It's Klahadore. Swiftly wiping away at your eyes, you took a deep breath and responded from behind a privacy screen. "I'm here." "Dinner starts in 5 minutes, everyone is expecting you to join us. You're not plotting something, are you?" Jolting, you reach out and try to put on the shorts you walked into the mansion with. Though in your panic, you tripped over a pant leg and knocked over both the tower of clothes you laid out before and the privacy screen that hid you from the butler's view.

A small gasp emitted from Klahadore as he peered down at you on the floor, your pants barely hanging onto your hips. "My word.. are you alright?" You laid there frozen in terror, hesitant to take the hand he reached out. Your gaze was glued to the ground, the embarrassment was just too much. You wanted to sink into the walls of dresses and jackets and suffocate beneath the satin. A gloved hand traced the outline of your face until it held a firm grip on your chin. Tilting your face upwards until your eyes met his, Klahadore spoke up. "I asked if you're alright. If I'm not mistaken, I told you to dress nice too and you're in the same clothes you came in here with. What's taking you so long?" His questions felt like demands, as if you're being interrogated. His voice sent shivers down your spine, everything he says is tactful. Like he wants you to shake under his gaze. Swallowing the lump in your throat and your pride, you speak up. "I couldn't find anything to wear... nothing fit." Your voice grew dim towards the latter half of your admission, but that's what all it took for Klahadore to smile, to be pleased with you answering back.

As he withdrew your hand, your face burned bright. With any luck, you'd faint and no longer have to talk to him. "I was worried of that happening. Unfortunately, Miss Kaya shot down the idea of giving you extra clothing from the servant quarters." He tilted his head to get a better look at your puffy eyes and flushed face. "Is there anything else I should know about?" "Nothing.." "I don't like liars, Y/n. Tell me what's on your mind." His tone, while commanding, felt softer. It's like he's butler first, human later. He's only being kind after getting what he wanted after you.

"I'm just tired of not fitting into things...no matter what I try, I'll always be too big for stuff." You scowled. "I just..I just want to look nice. I want to look and feel good like Zoro or Nami. I don't want servant clothes, Kaya promised we'd look our best and I want to actually feel like it." You felt your nose sting and your eyes water. Klahadore watched you intently, hearing your voice increase in anger and intensity. Taking out a handkerchief, the ex pirate captain wiped away the tears that highlighted your chubby cheeks.

"While I don't have the means to provide you with what you want specifically, I want you to stay here. I'll be back in a minute." He sat you down on the ottoman that sat in the middle of the room and vanished into the dark hallway. However, Klahadore was a man of his word. Within seconds he returned with a folded outfit in hand: black dress pants and a white button up shirt. On top of the outfit though, were a couple of jewelry boxes. Inside revealed a golden necklace with the silhouette of a cat and a matching ring with a similar insignia. "Consider it a gift. It's something I've held onto before Miss Kaya's parents took me in, I think it's time for me to let it go." His smile was small, genuine.

Klahadore waiting outside patiently as you tried on the clothes he's given you. From outside the screens, he could hear a rollercoaster of emotions: fear, disbelief, enjoyment. "Did I choose right for you?" He asked, to which you strutted out to answer his question. Your shirt was tucked in, though largely unbuttoned to show off your chest and most importantly, the necklace. "How does it fit?" You spun around and Klahadore drank in the view. You never hid your curvy figure, only accentuated it. While he holds himself to a high standard, he can't admit that it didn't drive him mad.

He walked up and smoothed down the wrinkles on your shirt, his touch lingering on your shoulders and soft waist. "Fits like a glove." He stood tall wants more and linked his arm with yours. "Now, it's almost time for dinner. It'd be a shame to keep Miss Kaya waiting."

#klahadore #Klahadore x reader #one piece klahadore #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece live action #captain kuro #Captain kuro x reader #x fat reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader

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verrescent · 2 months

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I've only made like four posts abt them but I think I talk abt moonwater too much

YOU KNOW A GUILTY PLEASURE SHIP OF MINE THAT I DONT TALK ABOUT ENOUFH?

moonflower. (rem x lils)

I love jily, I love moonwater, but FUCK dude they're so hot together

smut-ish stuff under!! not very good but very self indulgent

Like ugh I need a fic abt enemies to lovers w them where they're fucking gnashin teeth (not actually cuz that HURTS) making out in closets. like they're the first to explore eachothers bodies but they're not happy about it (they're overjoyed but don't wanna crack until the other does) Rem's gripping lily's hips so hard but so gently, trying to pretend every thrust isn't making him tumble faster and faster to the edge to the point where he's on the verge of tears letting out whimpers from how hard he's trying not to cum. Lily refuses to before Remus but she's losing her mind and furrowing her brows cause he's twitching so violently inside of her and this is nothing like what the girls described.

in the end, they end up cumming together because neither of them could hold it any longer, Lily with high pitched moans mixed with rapid pants and shaking and Remus with a choked sob and a hard final thrust of his hips. yes I'm pushing my 'Remus cries when he cums' agenda. sue me.😒 they clean eachother up and dress up and cuddle right up until quidditch practice is over and the boys return to the dorms, Peter too busy doing peter things with benjy in the ravenclaw dorms, and they just pretend they studied the whole time the boys were gone.

both of them insist to themselves that it was a one off, will never happen again, yet always find themselves in similar positions whenever a chance is given, always swearing that it was the last time.

#marauders era #remus lupin #lily evans #moonflower #remus lupin smut #lily evans smut #remus x lily

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sitp-recs · 1 year

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Ummmm so, if you're still doing the kinkuary reclists... just wondering if anyone asked for size kink yet?? 😳🍆🙌🙈🙏😘😂

Brilliant minds think alike!!!! @sweet-s0rr0w and @epitomereally you’re a power duo! This is a personal fave so I decided to be very self-indulgent 😌 hung!Harry, hung!Draco, massive cocks, tiny cocks… there’s a lil bit of everything here:

Drarry:

Move by @shealwaysreads (829 words)

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all the small things by tryslora (2k)

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in my head by M0stlyVoid (3.6k)

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Rarepair:

Sarff A Llew by Camaendir (Draco/Ron, 3.7k)

Five Years Since Bimbleswats by tryslora (Harry/Teddy/Charlie, 4k)

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A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio by @wellhalesbells (Draco/Ron, 31k)

#asks #kinkuary 2023 #size kink

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babygirlhanseo · 9 months

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does anyone have vincenzo fandom pet peeves or bone to pick? for example, jang bro shippers get so much hate and get villified, with the argument being that hOw DArE yOu sHiP tHe BrOtHeRs and my personal favourite argument of yOu’Re rOmAnTiCiZiNg AbUsE

like okay so what??? we’re all adults here, we consumed the same show, and much worse has been depicted in various media over time. much worse is romanticised in non-bro ships as well but that is always hailed as top tier romance. what shippers and fanfic writers do doesn’t even hurt others, because they’re all tagging stuff properly, and are mostly writing self-indulging content to share with people who like the same thing. you don’t see jang bro shippers go about giving sermons to fans supporting and hyping other problematic shippers/character lovers in the fandom

but i am going to do that today 😂

because wtf it seems like everyone gets collective amnesia when it comes to hwang minseok and his many acts of violence towards his lovers. he literally used to abuse them horribly, but he is somehow better than han seok??? at least, in canon, han seok hasn’t sexually abused a lover 🤷🏻‍♀️

but no no! hwang minseok is a pReCiOuS LiL bEaN and can dO nO wRoNg and he DiDn’T dEsErVE bEiNg bEtRaYeD bY ViNcEnZo LiKe tHaT

well, boo-fucking-hoo!

just because he was cute to look at and immediately worshipped vincenzo like every other character on the show doesn’t mean he deserved a happy ending with his taehoo or even to be let down gently 🤡

in any case, idk where i was going with this, but i was emotional when i started 😂 sorry if you read the rant.

anygays, i hope jang bro shippers are left to our own devices instead of being hate-piled on by hypocrites and fandom “preachers” and i hope more jang bro shippers create amazing videos and edits of the duo without feeling the need to delete or hide their amazing work

#jang bros #jang han seo #jang han seok #personal #han seo #kwak dong yeon #RANT INCOMING #excuse me #vincenzo

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bnesszai · 1 month

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May I know your top 3 favourite Dazai ships (either platonic or romantic) and why? Thank you ❤️

hello anon!

skk (romantic/platonic) - i could go on for a while but I'll try to keep it short. These two have so much trust in one another, no matter how much they try and claim otherwise. They know the other has their back. No matter what the situation, no matter how much time has passed, just. no matter what. They also definitely do hate each other because they see the worst of themselves reflected in the other BUT they also see the best of the other despite these parts, even if they try and deny it. They bring out the worst and the best in each other. When they're together, they don't have to have their guard or facades up. Together, they can enjoy the things they typically don't get to, such as arcades or just being stupid for no good reason. They can find their lost childhoods and the essence of who they could have been in a different world within each other. They also understand each other on such deep level. they don't even need words or signals. They just know. They also believe in the humanity of the other despite, once again, how much they try and deny it.

kunicuuzai (romantic/platonic)- kunizai on its own is okay, but i prefer all three together for reasons that are probably just stupid and personal but meh. anyway. You have the above dynamic but also added in you have Kunikida who is an idealist. He is someone who never wants to see someone die before his eyes. He is a self-sacrificing, bleeding human who has seen horrors but always chooses good (i have some hcs about a delinquent past but that's a different story). He can help Dazai and Chuuya see their humanities and the good parts in themselves that they feel they have lost. He can soothe over some of their aches and pains in a way neither Chuuya or Dazai can do for themselves or each other because Kunikida has never been in an organization that has asked him to kill ruthlessly, relentlessly. He also is the only one who can keep their bullshit shenanigans to a more tolerable amount (that said, he also loves shenanigans. he also loves safety and getting home on time for dinner). Dazai and Chuuya help Kunikida see the more fun things in life and how it can be okay to deviate from his schedule sometimes. Sometimes, it's okay to be horribly selfish.

Dazai and Oda (platonic only)- I was a lil torn between saying Oda or Atsushi or Ango for my platonic relationship, but ultimately, Oda did have the largest impact on his life (I have gone on rants about him and Ango before and probably will do so again). Anyway. There is the way Chuuya understands Dazai, but then there is the way that Oda did. Oda could see the deep lonlieness inside of Dazai. He could see that Dazai is too smart, too clever, too something to ever find something that will fulfill him in life. And that's heartbreaking. And yet, Oda tried his best to help Dazai out. He kept him company, he indulged him (I'm pretty confident Oda always knew Dazai was lying about his injuries), and he surely taught Dazai many things and comforted him to the best of his abilities when he could. Oda understood Dazai as if Oda had lived a life inside his body (i cannot think of a less creepy way to describe this sorry xD). Oda understood Dazai. Oda called Dazai a friend. Oda cared for Dazai and encouraged him to at least find the beauty in life, to atl east use his talents for good, even if none of it will ever make Dazai truly want to live. It's incredibly heartwarming and tragic all at once and GOD. reading tdipud (both sides) and Beast really makes Dark Era hurt that much extra. In every fic I write, I want Oda to be alive so they can be happy together as stupid friends, but his death is so vital to Dazai's development that I have not been able to bring myself to keep him alive thus far. Perhaps someday I can let them be happy (doubtful).

#thanks for asking!#maybe i know you maybe i don't #i hope this is what you were looking for #i tried to not ramble too much but #i have a lot of feelings #bsd

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shivunin · 4 months

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2023 Writing Roundup

Thank you for the tag @inquisimer! This is a really neat game c:

words posted: 392,883 (AO3) and ~70,748 (Tumblr)

additional words written: 90,683 (unfinished wips)

grand total of words: 554,312

fandoms: Dragon Age (and a lil bit of Mass Effect and Baldur's Gate)

highest kudos: *Tie between Saccharine and Between Strokes of Night at 107 kudos each (both smut with feelings haha)

highest hit oneshot: Also Between Strokes of Night at 1,244

new things I tried: New ships (Zevwarden and Fenhawke) and fan events for writing (the Big Bang, 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, and Zevwarden Week)

fic I spent the most time on: Katabasis. I don't think I've ever edited any piece as much as I edited this one.

fic I spent the least time on: Byways and Lay-Bys, which I scribbled out very quickly right before I left on a trip. I really wanted to post something on my birthday and on the other side of the country, so it had to be drafted in AO3 before we left.

favorite thing I wrote: So torn between As Two Reflected Stars (I am such a sucker for wound-tending and yearning and writing this was purely self-indulgent), Breath of Life (someone confronting their feelings after a near-death is also one of my favorite things) and A Golden Bell Hung in My Heart (which I wrote for a friend's birthday and is thematically The Last Unicorn meets Dragon Age; I think it's one of the best-composed things I've made to date).

favorite thing(s) I read:

Impact by Baejax (4,173 Words | Fenhawke): Wound-tending and yearning again haha. I really liked the way the author addressed memory and memory loss in this one.

Blue Shift by bloodbright (4,324 Words) : Loved this Mass Effect piece about what Shepard and their crew are like from an outsider perspective. Excellent noir-esque vibes

What to Do by Undomiel_Writes (1,039 Words | Shakarian): This fic has this lovely cadence to it, by which Garrus counts the time he's been waiting for Shepard to wake after the end of the third game. I think it's the one I reread the most this year, too haha

Iron Bound by loquaciousquark (96,959 | Fenhawke): This arranged marriage AU has everything: chivalry, forbidden lovers, a love triangle that is actually a triangle and well-written, absolutely gorgeous descriptions of landscape, really well-done character development and, most importantly, so much yearning. I really can't recommend it enough.

writing goals for 2024: Continue to work on descriptions of place and setting and finish at least one of the long fics I've half-written.

new works: 25 (on AO3)

*Leaving out Your Fate for Mine, which I only posted an epilogue for this year

Tagging @dreadfutures @heniareth @bumblewarden @greypetrel @vakarians-babe. I know things tracking progress can sometimes feel less than great and the new year can be hard, so I am intentionally leaving the tag list short. Please let me know if you'd like to do this and I will tag you immediately!

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#thanks again for the tag c:#tag game #long post #2023 writing roundup #i have learned which type of fan events i vibe with this year #which i think is a good thing to know going forward!#have also noticed that smut tends to get a larger proportion of views to kudos lol #so the list when sorted by views usually tops out at smut first which makes me laugh #*no* idea why that could possibly be...

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darkcircles4lyfe · 2 years

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give me queerplatonic decchan <3

I feel like in this fandom there is a lot of emphasis on proving that Izuku and Katsuki's relationship is romantically coded, as in, "there's no way [insert scene] is platonic" or "he's obviously in love because [insert dialogue]" and that's all fine and good. I happily participate in theorizing all the time because I'm rooting for the ship and at this point I genuinely think Horikoshi is planning something for them. But listen, I'm an aspec lil dude and I can't pretend it doesn't hurt my soul a little bit when the nuance of human connection is boxed up into the narrowly defined categories of "platonic" and "romantic." If we're being totally honest with ourselves, these are complicated, subjective concepts with a lot of overlap that's only differentiated by context. And if you've ever questioned your sexuality, you know how semantic it can get. What's in a glance, a handhold, a longing to have someone in your life?

Maybe you've never given it a second thought, maybe you don't really know what "queerpatonic" means. Generally speaking, it can be a lot of different configurations of not fully platonic and/or not fully romantic/sexual, or something beyond either. It is its own thing, really. It may describe an asexual romantic relationship, or the reverse, what could otherwise be called "friends with benefits." The way I like to think of it is this: there are a wide variety of ways intimacy can develop between people. Romantic and sexual attraction are just two of those ways. And even without the presence of attraction, many of the marks of intimacy we associate with it can still be present.

Izuku and Katsuki have whole lot, and I mean a LOT of potential to explore how their relationship could play out in this way. Going off and listing a bunch of headcanons is kinda self indulgent on my part, but I hope I can show some of you this potential, or at least broaden your perspective. And hey, maybe some of you are already on the same page and this will be as fun for you as it is for me :)

Ok, here we go ->

(cw: very mild vague nsfw mention)

Give me Izuku who doesn't really understand why interacting with girls is so embarrassing. It's the novelty more than anything; he doesn't... desire... things. Not like some of his classmates talk about. It's almost morbidly fascinating the way Kaminari and Min*ta go on and on. But when Izuku thinks back to moments where he was flustered and felt blood rushing to his face, it was all because of the theoretical implications, not his own emotions. Like, the theoretical implications of what a boy and a girl together could mean. Hypothetically. Izuku only dares let himself contemplate the issue in the privacy of his own room, where none but the most snoopy person with their ear pressed against the door may hear his mumbling as he asks himself what external forces could be pressuring him into embarrassment. As time goes on he gets more and more fed up with these societal connotations and resolves to drive them from his mind. He starts paying more attention to the dynamics of all his relationships, trying to pinpoint what genuine attraction might be, and he realizes something. There is one person in his life whose closeness makes his heart soar, but never race. Ever since he can remember. Is it even possible, Izuku wonders, to have a silly fumbling crush on someone you have known for almost your entire life? Apparently it is possible, common even, if all the osananajimi-themed romance stories are to be believed. This revelation is the most confusing of all. But after many sleepless mumbling nights, Izuku is left with this simple truth: he will treasure whatever he can get from Katsuki, whether they are merely rivals, friends, or the most important people in each other's lives. Whatever they are destined for, it will be more than enough.

Give me Katsuki who literally and figuratively doesn't give a fuck. Never spared a second thought for sex or romance in his life. Even if he did have the time, he doesn't care. Doesn't care what people think about that, either. Plus, to begin with, he sees getting close to people as a vulnerability, and vulnerability as weakness. I mean, we're talking about someone who couldn't even admit Shouto was his friend. It takes him a very, very long time and heaps of humble pie to start questioning that mindset. But when he does, it all comes crashing down around him. What's really important to him, if not just his own superiority? Who is really important to him? WHY. Why is Izuku always there at every turn, and why does he kinda not hate that anymore? Never mind attraction though, that's still not in the cards. This is something else. Izuku is like a fact of life, a necessity. Now that Katsuki is free from the burden of his own guilt over their past, he realizes that though he said he doesn't expect things to change between them, he wants them to. Almost dying for Izuku made him realize their lives are one and the same. With the physical reminders now on his skin to mark this fact, he feels a magnetic pull. He longs to hold Izuku, not just his hand but his whole form, solid and real and alive. He wants to never let go. But he cannot act, at least not yet. He'll keep up the guise of their rivalry, but only just, ready for the occasion when Izuku gives him a sign of wanting more. Then he will open his arms.

Give me Izuku and Katsuki who dance around each other quietly, delicately. At least, what passes for such in their terms. They're still loud and abrasive, but there's an almost imperceptible bubble. Maybe those closest to them might notice a certain hollowness and tension. How their conversations are like some zany improv skit. They’re hyperbolizing themselves, all while casting thoughtful stares when the other isn’t looking. Neither one knows how to proceed. Such a relationship as it has been is like a habit they lean into in favor of the abyss of the unknown that gets harder and harder to ignore. But they are changing. It’s invisible until suddenly it isn’t. Suddenly they come crashing together and it’s as if their intimacy has been there all along, unspoken, yet complete. They have so much to say, and a long awaited handhold to sum it up with. Horikoshi, grant them the time to put it all into words.

If there is a world beyond the war, give me Izuku and Katsuki who slow down enough to really listen. Not only do they to know each other instinctually, but deeply and utterly. And thus, they also know themselves. They have a physical language all their own built from years of fighting which grew into competition which grew into teamwork which grew into an inseparable symbiosis. But it doesn’t end there. Izuku talks to Katsuki the way only someone who has waited a lifetime for this moment can talk. Katsuki talks to Izuku like every word is a privilege he has been granted. Whether by crying or laughing or screaming or whispering, they listen in turn. Their relationship as viewed from the outside looking in is as confusing as ever, but for different reasons. Instead of wondering whether Izuku and Katsuki are friends or enemies, people wonder whether they’re dating. Friends and family swap stories in an effort to make sense of them. Shouto thinks they’ve been married for years. Mitsuki is certain a mother knows when her son is in love (No, she will not elaborate. She isn’t certain at all, actually.) Mina is running around gathering evidence for a kind of relationship gossip masters thesis. Her story changes at least once a month. Some of them may have placed bets. The media is the worst, with press constantly asking probing questions about their behaviors and shared lives. Fans ship them, obviously. As for the pair themselves, they actually get a kick out of messing with everyone. They use the term “partner” liberally, for both their personal and professional roles. Coy, barely deniable public displays of affection are teased, only to have their meaning denied. Katsuki’s shit eating grin is the bane of everyone’s existence, matched only by Izuku’s wide innocent eyes. This whole act, it’s payback for all the amatonormative* bullshit.

(*amatonormativity: the societal expectations and norms placed on people regardless of orientation to prioritize romantic relationships, inflating their importance and emotional value)

No one else would understand everything Izuku and Katsuki have shared. People would write it off as romance in denial. Or at least that’s what they believe. While playing the game in public, they explore their actual relationship in private, away from judging eyes. Every step of the way they talk through their feelings and comfort levels, which are not always aligned, but nevertheless accounted for and hashed out. There are times when they muse about language and meaning. Izuku finds he has a kind of attraction that sparks from time to time, a sudden, fleeting, burning fascination. Katsuki can’t really relate, but making Izuku happy brings out a particularly mischievous glee in him. Yes, that includes the pleasures of their bodies, but not in the usual way. It is mutual, but simultaneously separate, just another facet of their boundless familiarity. Mostly, they express themselves in subtler ways, almost subconsciously. In a rare moment of piece and quiet, they casually lounge together like a couple of cats. Drape an arm around a shoulder. Nuzzle into a chest or a neck. They figure they have a monopoly on holding hands; no two other people in the world could claim so much meaning in the gesture, nor hope to fathom it.

Bonus: Their loved ones are finally made aware of what’s going on through some dramatic scenario, barging in on a private moment probably, which has them begging for clarity. When it’s explained how the pair don’t feel comfortable defining their relationship by any traditional means, the general response is a resounding, “THAT’S IT? Why didn’t you say something earlier?!” Both Izuku and Katsuki are still loathe to give up their game with the public, though. In a way, all the ambiguity was a true expression of how they saw themselves. So as a way of reconciling, their inner circle is brought into the scheme. For example:

An interviewer sits across from Tenya on a nighttime talkshow set, shifting their weight and preparing to change the subject: “From what I can tell you’re still very close with your former classmates, correct? The whole lot of you have been causing quite a stir on social media lately. You must understand, from our perspective, one finds it hard to tell whether this is merely an inside joke.” A screen behind them flashes a series of tweets, beginning with a bold statement from Shouto. “Theory: my best friends got married for the sole purpose of making me their unsuspecting third wheel.” There’s a picture of the three of them eating dinner at a fancy restaurant. Tenya comments a stern reminder to respect their privacy. Inko shares yet another photo of her son and Katsuki sitting arm in arm on her couch with the caption “I know what you mean! They’re too cute to handle!” Ochako, Mina, and Denki are in the qrts all claiming one or the other is dating them instead.

“Perhaps you can shed some light on the subject?” the interviewer prompts. Tenya’s practiced emotionless expression hides an almost impossibly compelling urge to burst into laughter. With the glare of his glasses hiding the mirth in his eyes, he says curtly, “Ah. Deku and Dynamight? Yes, you’d be hard pressed to find partners as closely bonded as they are. Very admirable! But I can tell you with the utmost sincerity that it’s not what you think.” The interviewer visibly deflates. Well, so much for that.

#yes I write in present tense a lot of the time I hope that's not jarring #this was so much fun I hope you like it :)))))#this is an unofficial interest check for a fic I may write #shhhh #hmm how to tag #bkdk #bakudeku #dkbk #dekubaku #aromantic character #asexual character #aspec! bakugou katsuki #aspec! midoriya izuku #fanfic #drabble #lin's fics #<- a tag which until now had nothing in it lol

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candyheartedchy · 4 months

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I saw that you were feeling embarrassed and like, I'm lucky to be in a fandom where oc or si xcanon stuff is considered pretty normal, but I don't really have a self shipping blog and nonetheless I have admired your blog for probably over a year now?? Maybe two years??? I think it's so wonderful how genuinely authentic you are and how passionate you are about your faves!! I am always rooting for you and I never think it's cringe, only sweet and admirable 🥰 I hope this made you feel a lil better 💖💖

Thank you so much 💕💕 And this did help a bit!

I just get so embarrassed sometimes of my stuff because my taste is a bit out there when it comes to characters, and this last picture is probably my most self indulgent thing I ever drawn, so I just feel a little shy lol

#but again thank you you’re so sweet!#💌 letters 💌#dawnsnail

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snezario · 11 days

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oookay now that i finally posted that lil one-shot, i just want to say a couple things (under the cut)

i am eternally grateful for the snezbin community and just general support overall. i really have not been active snzblr for the past ~5 yrs so it was rly nice to have the validation for my writing/hcs/etc AND share the snzblr brain cell for once.

i don't have any other snzfic planned atm bc i'm completely brainrotted for this vanilla fic i started writing. which is also why the ficlet i just posted, despite being pretty short, took so long. it's my first ever vanilla fic and i'm having such a blast writing it. i can also see it being at least 20-30k words and being the slow, insecure writer i am, it's a pretty monumental task i've put myself to.

i will say i have thought about turning it into a sick/snzfic for my own self-indulgence but i want to finish the original first. i'm hesistant to bring it here because 1) it leans into an al ship 2) i enjoy the nigh complete anonymity that i have posting on ao3.

that being said, i don't want to completely shut myself off from snz requests. i never explicitly said it but i'm generally open to requests, just as long as you know it may or may not happen. writing motivation has always been finicky for me and the fact that i've written this much in the past 3 months is actually quite astounding to me.

another side note, bc of this hyperfixation, i started dipping my toe into rp more and it's been rly fun! i'm open to doing that as well for any fandom i'm apart of (check my pinned post/dm me if you're interested). i've done a bit of vanilla and snz rp so i'd be happy to do either :>

this hyperfixation rly just took off with my soul and said you're going to think abt this show, the tv and deer demon, and the VAs, 24/7 for an unforeseen amount of time.

#fiendthoughts #damn i didn't realize i had so much to say #thanks for reading if ya do!#hey guys? love you guys (iykyk)

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mfshipbracket · 1 year

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Just wanted to send some thoughts cause the drama that’s happening 🤨 Damn. Firstly, I like Reylo But love Shrek/Fiona more. I think people calling Reylo’s disgusting tho is a lil werid (but obviously the nazi stuff is… so much worse. Whatever’s happening. Jesus). Kinda shocked that only Naegiri made it as an m/f ship From Danganronpa when there’s more popular m/f ships. My favorite m/f ship is not here (small fandom, we have like a total of a few people who talk about it in general so it makes sense) so I will be sad but supportive. And too the anon who’s like “this is homophobic” actually all the characters on this poll are trans (/lh). Yep, all trans people so now their being transphobic. Anyhow! Thanks for making a pretty cool poll!

you’re welcome :) i like poll

yeah i mean. well. i understand the intensity and vitriol and being haters. again i could say be cool n civil but i also didn’t expect anything else 💀 but reylo did earn its spot here. idk how much of its noms were like, out of genuine like or cuz ppl wanted to send them to die. no quantifiable data on that regard LOL… my thinking is like. well it certainly does have its fame And infamy! i don’t really truly care to have an impassioned opinion i’m not online enough 😭 thanks for being cool!!!

(but rt on the nazis. most absurd thing ever.)

i’m not too surprised abt naegiri i think!! gundham/sonia and hinata/chiaki were also on the nom poll but :) the ogs or something and they get something of a happy ending LOL

& i feel u… i have a few otps here and a lot that did Not make the cut and well. my true m/f otp is so niche and wildly self indulgent MMDMFMG i’m at peace. for real.

and so true every1’s trans now. love uuuu thank u for the ask i love casually talkin about this lol

#asks #i know every1 has strong reylo opinions btw . no need to tell me tho leave it in the tags i prommie idc this is a 👍cool situation

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glumfruit · 2 years

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just a little bit longer [belly conklin x conrad fisher]

ship: conrad fisher x isabel conklin - the summer i turned pretty - dual pov parts: 1/4 word count-chapter one: 1415 rating: 16+ (minor sexual content/swearing) tags: dancing, movies, fluff/angst, sexual tension, flashbacks, friendstolovers song: stay by maurice williams cross-posted on wattpad&ao3

disclaimer: i have not read all of the books all the way through, so my characterization may not be perfect! this fic loosely follows the show canon, a lil book canon, and a good bit thrown out the window and replaced by my imagination fyi. please be gentle with my interpretation of these characters and their relationship!! **this will minor spoilers of the epilogue of we'll always have summer in future chapters**

this is purely self indulgence due to my love for dirty dancing. jenny han did not have to make their wedding song(sorry spoiler) "stay," and post that tiktok, and not expect me to write this am i right.

also pls request imagines/ficlets/oneshots of tsitp!! i will be so happy to write anything for yall, just ask! kthxbye love yall and enjoy<3

1. belly

It was Isabel Conklin's sixteenth summer in that pretty blue cape cod on Cousins. Sixteen years spent next to this boy, and somehow every year she was born again. The electric in her blood sparks, positive and negative charges flowing through at a rapid pace. Her body thaws for the season. Every year, she wishes for Conrad. She keeps grasping onto a thread of hope that one year, he'll finally notice her. That it will all change. She looks over at the brunette three seats down, barely illuminated by the soft white glow emanating from the TV that sits in front of them. She notices a faint smile on his face as he watches the movie with the cloudy glimmer of weed shading his eyes. Dirty Dancing, one of her favorite classic romances to watch. The young crowd on screen move fluidly, with a depraved breeze, to a song playing loudly over the bar. She feels the music notes slide out of the speakers and into her brain, overtaking it with a hypnotic rhythm. The picture shows to be a little risque, and she can't help but feel the tiniest droplet of embarrassment paint her cheeks.

"Oh won't you,

Stay, just a little bit longer.

Please, let me hear,

hear you say that you will"

"God, I miss dancing sometimes," rumbles from his chest.

This summer, he barely speaks. And for one of the first times he directs his words at her, it's to try and mask the almost-awkward blanket of tension from watching such an intimate scene together. They used to dance. Just fine. Why did he have to miss it? Like it was a past-tense thing? He could stand up right now and dance with her. He knows she would happily follow along. Now, she thinks, all he does this year is sit in a corner, brooding, watching, standing on the outside, looking in, like a memory.

"I wish I could dance like that. It looks more exciting than anything that's ever happened to me in my whole life." She exhales out, like a whispered secret or rushed admittance. She smiles meekly as she glances over to where Conrad lounges against the sectional. He looks back, a conspiratorial twitch pulls at his lip, and speaks quietly in response.

"It's just dancing. I promise that dancing, like that, is not all it's cracked up to be. It's usually pretty sweaty, and, ah, awkward." His lips were loose with weed, and she notices such as he speaks, revealing details about himself, in which she clings onto every word about. The scene continues, and only a few minutes pass until he speaks again.

"Would you... do you.. want me to teach you?" The question flits out of his mouth carefully, lightly treading the thin line they perch upon. Is he asking her to.... dirty dance?! Hasn't she been dreaming of this for like, 8 years? Her hands start to clam up a bit, as it sinks in that this was a very real situation, not just one of her endless fantasies. His face looks so open, relaxed from the substances, freed from the deep emotion sitting locked inside of him.

"Like, right now?" She mutters in response. He nods nonchalantly and stands, rewinding the scene to the beginning so they can dance to the song. She stands reluctantly, feeling the soft threads of the carpet in her toes, pulling her back into the moment, grounding her. He walks over to her, and oh so gently rests his hands on her hips, a light wisp of touch over her floral pajama shorts. She feels sparks fly through her ribcage, soaring at the casual touch he gifts her with. "What are the steps?" She questions softly, looking up the smallest degree to glance into his eyes. Their faces stand a few inches apart, and he glides gently with the music, pulling her along by his guiding touch around her middle.

"There aren't any steps to this kind of dancing, Bells. Just go with the flow. Follow my lead." His grip tightens as he steps in even closer, now pressing up against her in a delicious way that makes all of her thoughts fog up and fade into the backdrop. She feels slightly out of place, so she rests her forearms upon his shoulders and intertwines her fingers behind his head, now letting him lead their dance. She looks down at their feet, one of his stepping between hers on beat, and focuses on figuring out where to put her soles on each step.

"Look at me. Don't look at your feet." When he says those words to her, in a delicate yet commanding way, she can't help but obey. She gazes up into his eyes, delving into the deep blue that tells her everything he can't say out loud. They move back and forth, their eyes locking on each other's, and she feels a simpering heat crawl up her spine. She should not be feeling these things about him. Even though she has accepted the massive schoolgirl crush she's been carrying around for him, she can usually steer her thoughts clear of those feelings. But right now, touching him in so many places, body flush with his, it's inevitable. Certainly so when she feels him tighten, lower, near her hips as they dance. She's going to ignore that right now, and then later, tucked away in the crisp cotton sheets of her bed, let those thoughts run wild and her imagination free. He seems to either not notice or did not want to acknowledge it, and so they keep dancing, his thigh pressing in between hers, and she never wants this moment to end. Their eyes never drop each other's hold, and they dance and dance and dance. He whispers quiet encouragement in her ear, "just like that," and "you're doing good, just relax more," and "a little closer, Belly," and she thinks she might die right there. He looks so tender, beautiful and intimate, and her brain short-circuits. His hand carefully drifts down her hip and thigh, rounding around her back to take purchase on- fuck.

Conrad Fisher, her family friend since birth, love of her life, has one hand on her hip and another on her ass. He uses the newly-sinful placement of his hand to press her further into him, pushing and pulling to the sweet croons of the music through the speakers. All she wants is for him to inch down, moving his lips to caress hers sweetly. But she knows he won't. That they'll continue on this tightrope, not willing to admit or cross a line into anything more than the almost-more-than-friends thing they currently sit in.

A delicate, breathy, almost inaudible squeak leaves her mouth, and she can't seem to feel anything but how wide the distance between his thigh and in between hers feels. Belly feels the light brush of his soft locks against her forehead as his head rests lightly against hers, always there but never pushing, reminding her of his presence. She unconsciously moves closer, like reaching blindly at something unknown, and she sees his mouth drop open a little, staring down with a lust-filled awe. They dance, just looking at each other, touching too much to be just friends, but not enough to be more, and her heart is beating so wildly that it could be her last moment on Earth and she wouldn't bat an eye.

The scene changes, and the music abruptly cuts off, stunning them frozen. They both seem to come back into their bodies, floating down from the high of closeness, and Conrad is muttering "we should.. stop." And she mindlessly agrees, even though everything inside her says she doesn't, and they plop back on the couch and finish the movie like nothing is happening. Nothing is happening, except for the slight swell in his pants, and how she feels the tightness of her shirt against her chest.

For the rest of the film, they sit in silence, accidentally catching each other's eyes a few times when they look over at the same moment. Her eyes betray her thoughts and look over way too many times to claim her glances were an accident. His face was magnetic, and her eyes were solid metal. She couldn’t help but examine the soft ridge of tension between his eyebrows, imagining what it would be like to smooth it with the tips of her fingers. He was always so concerned, blocked off. She wants to grip the tension from his shoulders and drop it onto her own, so they could share something. So she could help him. Carry the weight of his burden as her own. When the credits start to roll, she jumps up and sputters some excuse like "it's late, I should go to bed," and tries to escape to the sanctuary of her blue wallpaper to process the confusing occurrences of the night in privacy. He looks up at her standing there, in a matching pj set and fuzzy bunny socks, looking like the girl he's known forever, all he can say through lidded eyes and slurred words is,

"For what it's worth, I think yo--that was, really good."

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitpshow #conrad fisher #belly conklin #belly x conrad #conrad fisher x belly conklin #fanfic

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sleepsonfutons · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

Ope it's double tag time >:D thanks @spockandthings & @bazzybelle for the tags~

This one's got length to it so get the scoop under the cut lol

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Shoot, how many do I have... let's see now... ooooh, that'd be 18!!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Eyyyy 104,261 since I started posting last year :3

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Sandman and The Witcher, though mostly Sandman so far lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

hmmmm, those would be...

In Awe, I Stand -> 370 kudos

Dream of the Dark -> 226 kudos

My Comfort. Your Touch. -> 216 kudos

Every Inch of Me -> 161 kudos

Starlight, Star-Bright -> 139 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my best to, yes indeed! That doesn't always means it happens though cuz life and energy and honestly attention-span...but I read every single comment I get and cherish them. They are bright spots in my day and I like to share the joy I've been gifted with the person who gave it when I'm able 💖

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ohoho that's gotta be Don't Ask Me To Say Goodbye!! I have Plans for that AU, but as it currently stands it's angst-central with only heartbreak~

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings I wanna say, but happiest has got to be a toss-up between Starlight, Star-Bright and My Comfort. Your Touch. They're both super soft, self-indulgent delights :3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

*knocks on wood* nah

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do [hellmo.gif] How do you feel about potatoes? (but also like relatively "normal" stuff: butt stuff, mouth stuff, touching stuff, eldritch stuff, basically a variety of different stuff >;3 LOL)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not so far, though I'd not be opposed to writing one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

*knocks on wood again* not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, but open invite to anyone who might want to! Just give me a shout when you're done cuz I'd love to see~

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

HECK YE!!!! @phinofthestorm is outstanding and I literally can't say enough nice things about writing with her! The amount of time we've spent on the same brainwave with our collab fic As a Stranger I Know Myself has been mindblowing and fantastic!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Honestly, I'll never get over GrimmIchi (Bleach) I don't think lol. The nostalgia factor is unbeatable at this point.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Truss Me Up But Never Leave Me Hanging probably fits the bill best, much to my chagrin. It was meant to be a canon-verse Dreamling shibari fic, but *vague handwaving* I wound up getting in my head over whether I could write it to the level of accuracy/quality I feel it deserves

16. What are your writing strengths?

Setting the scene? aka "purple prose" and metaphors

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Concise, "non-flowery" writing in general and dialogue

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I mean if it makes sense, idk why not. Only caveat to that is if it's not a language you speak yourself, definitely get someone who does speak that language to proof it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Witcher with the bday fic I wrote for my bestie: Where You Least Expect It

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Dang, twist my arm why don't'cha... Sheesh favorite fic I've written... I love 'em all honestly, but I reckon Along the Garden Path, We Meet. It's just a short little thing though Dream being a lil shit to Hob early on, before even their first centennial meeting in 1489, absolutely sends me every time.

Woooo we made it to the end! Now to torment tag to join the fun with 0-whole pressure @seiya-starsniper @phinofthestorm @mentallyinvernation @certifiedbisexualdisaster @blueberrymffn @gabessquishytum @delta-pavonis @aquabluejay

#tag game #20 questions #sof gets tagged #sof answers

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mochiwrites · 1 year

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which dynamic do you think scarian is in the Fairy tale vers? me personally? im thinkin a bit like jerza but also not? mmmaybe gajevy (its impossible to pin their dynamic into any ship obvi but this is just a lil fun thing lol)

OHMYGOD YOU’VE JUST BECOME THE BEST PERSON EVER TO ME

ohmygod okay okay okay. I’m apologizing SO hard in advance for how nerdy I’m about to get.

jerza and gajevy are 100% valid answers!!! I can see scarian’s dynamic in both those pairs and I 🥺

if we take scarian at their CORE dynamic, ignoring the angst (we’ll get to that >:3) and with the two of them at their rawest form as characters, my answer is nalu.

and no it’s not just because they’re my favorite fairy tail ship I promise — well, maybe it does play a small part :3

let’s look at natsu and lucy first here, and then apply scarian.

SO. natsu and lucy. very much the dynamic of “a follows b around and tries to stop b from doing something Stupid” but there’s more! natsu and lucy hold a lot of respect for one another, as well as trust. there’s this bond between them that goes a lot farther than any kind of label. it’s the way they know one another like the back of their hand, and their communication doesn’t even need to be verbal for the other to pick up on the message.

natsu can read lucy like an open book. lucy can Mostly read natsu like an open book.

lucy is the One person who can pull natsu back before he goes too far. and natsu encourages lucy when she’s close to giving up.

and their banter???? the way lucy tries to keep natsu from doing something dumb but somehow gets roped into whatever he’s going to do anyways?

lucy is very much natsu’s home, as evident by the number of times he’s snuck into her apartment. and lucy is Not quiet about her complaints about natsu. but at the end of the day, they have each other’s backs and I’m going to stop before I go Any Further or else I’m going to derail this ENTIRE thing.

ahem. right. so. Scarian.

already you kinda start to see the similarities between the two pairs, yeah? grian tries to stop scar from doing stupid thing, somehow gets roped into it anyways. and he very much complains the entire time, even as he helps.

scarian trust each other a lot. and you can see that in third life and double life. I know people seem to get on scarian about their “lack of communication” but in actuality their communication in double life was just fine. they’ve done this rodeo before. they know how to trust and communicate with one another without needing to do it verbally.

they know how to trust each other.

they hold each other as equals, they joke and banter and grian knows how to read scar very well. scar can… sort of read grian? but grian is a very complex character to begin with.

also scar just…. fits as natsu so well? dorky, lovable himbo who likes to burn things. also early ft!natsu with his chest out. gestures to scitties. enough said

and grian Mostly fits in that role as lucy. he’s the one pulling scar back (or at least trying to), complaining whenever scar tries to do something dumb but still helping him anyways.

scar and grian have a mutual trust and respect for one another, much like natsu and lucy do.

and I mean. C’mon. grian killing scar in third life? natsu seeing future lucy die? OR OR OR natsu and happy disappearing for like a year without telling lucy in person because he wanted to become stronger? grian pushing scar away after third life without telling him why because he didn’t want to hurt scar again?

also !!!!! grian and scar are ALWAYS attached at the hip, much like natsu and lucy.

I think out of all the fairy tail ships, scarian most closely fits nalu, nerd rant over LMAO

god one of these days I’m going to write such a self indulgent hermitcraft fairy tail au

#mochi speaks #scarian #hermitshipping #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS #GENUINELY MADE MY NIGHT 🥺#also sorry for going full nerd on you LMAO

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