#am i going to write a fic about this? yeah ur absolutely right i am

[spamgyu]

nothing makes me want to throw up more than knowing that mingyu really out here making friends overseas and inviting them to svt concerts

....and staying in touch with them

.....like what in the fanfic is going on.....

#the way he even met up with one of them when they visited korea and invited them to their concert AGAIN #like pls this is only supposed to happen in fics dont do this to me rn #where is his stranger danger #why is he like this #am i going to write a fic about this? yeah ur absolutely right i am #spamthots #sg: mingyu

[disneyprincemuke]

not a gamer * fem!driver

lando manages to convince her to start streaming on twitch with him, leading her to influence others to join her

pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver

warnings: butt load of stupidity

notes: initially, i was gonna write a fic solely about max because he was talking about fornite the other day... but i thought how funny would it be if it were to be with some of the guys so here i am

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

"hello, everyone," she smiles, reaching forward to adjust the camera as she squints her eyes. "is this a good angle? let me know if it's flattering, okay? i can't not look good on twitch."

lando has managed to convince her to join him for a stream on twitch, insisting that she should start an account as well. she initially refused, claiming that she's not that well-liked to start an account and have a loyal following. even adding on the fact that she's not even a good gamer to begin with.

but lando said that it doesn't matter, and proved her wrong by setting up a poll on his previous stream just to get her to make an account. which, the effort was very endearing.

"you always look good," she squints, turning away the right where her other monitor sits. she scrunches her nose and turns to the camera to stare into it. "logan, how did you even know i was streaming tonight?"

she rolls her eyes when his reply rolls in, claiming that he follows her twitter where she announced it. "it's time for you to go out and do something else besides stalking me, logan," she scoffs jokingly with the roll of her eyes.

"okay, so this is my first twitch stream!" she beams, sitting up straighter as she grabs her mouse. "i'm just waiting for lando to finish setting up, so i'm afraid you guys are stuck with me alone for a couple of minutes. let's get to know each other, i might be doing this pretty often this winter break just to have a bit of a hobby.

"i wanna know what you guys want to see from me."

a comment immediately rolls in.

user1: i wanna see you play fortnite with lando and max

she grins sheepishly, dropping her head. "guys, i'm not much of a gamer. never have been so this is actually my first time-ish touching games in a long while. my longest experience was playing roblox with my younger brother when we were younger."

user2: how about oscar or logan playing some games?

she presses her lips together, thinking of ways she could be able to convince her best friends to join her for some online games. when, neither of them has really dabbled much in the hobby. "i'm sure logan will be pretty keen to try, but i'm not so sure about oscar. i'll try to convince him, though he's back in australia for the majority of the break, unfortunately. the timezone difference is absolutely insane."

logansargeant: guys, ask her what her hobbies are

"logan, get off my chat!"

logansargeant: im gonna expose you on twitter for cyberbullying

logansargeant: #endcyberbullying2023

user3: #justice4logan

user4: #justice4logan

user5: u should talk about taylor swift

“oh, my god! i should!” she squeals. “we should host a listen party when she releases reputation! how good was the 1989 vault tracks?”

user6: omg ur so right

user7: iion slaps

user8: slut! is my favourite i think

“1989 had the best vault tracks,” she nods, lips pressed together. “my favourite is ‘now that we don’t talk’ because i like calling my mom.”

blythe.yln: where is lando!!!

“guys, i don’t know. he texted me 5 minutes ago saying he was setting up his pc,” she grins into the camera. “hopefully he’s here soon.”

dalton.yln: i miss oscar

oscahpastry: i miss u too

“you’ve got phones, yeah?” she grins, “use it instead of flooding my chat.”

user1: yeah guys, some of us are trying to get her attention

user9: u guys get that enough

user10: leave some for us pls

user11: yeah y so selfish

she scoffs. "right, guys? can you believe these people?"

the discord sound makes her jump, lando's voice filling up her headphones. "yo, i'm sorry! i was looking for my keyboard."

"where'd you find it, lando?"

"under the bed. apparently, that's where i kept it the last time i streamed," lando laughs. "okay, let's start off with a little horror game? it's called phasmophobia."

"a scary game?" she looks at the camera. "why would i willingly play that?"

"lando, i'm gonna kill you!" she screeches, eyes closing as the creepy sounds from the game boost in her headphones. she peeks through her eye, watching the two hands on her screen before the screen goes foggy.

lando's laughter replaces the eerie sounds of the game, making her roll her eyes. "i told you to hide and close the door!”

“i didn’t know where the stupid door even was!” she screams back, slamming the table. “lando, i don’t wanna play this game anymore!”

“but it’s so fun!”

“lando!”

logansargeant: that was funny

logansargeant: lemme join u some time

user11: omg

user11: half the grid’s gonna be on twitch?

“yeah, i’m so nice, right?” she jokes. “i’m letting them explore different career options. influencer era or something, i believe.”

oscahpastry: i only created an account to annoy her :/

seb.v5: same

user12: no shot thats actually sebastian vettel

maxverstappen1: so we are all just here waiting for an invite from these two???

logansargeant: theyre gatekeeping the stream from us :(

maxverstappen1: i wanna play fortnite

seb.v5: wait i know that game

maxverstappen1: let me join or i’ll report your account

“that’s not very nice, max,” she frowns. she looks away for a second. “lando, max says he’ll report my account if we don’t invite him to play fortnite.”

“oh, let him report you. just make another account, mate!” lando laughs. “ask him to join us phasmophobia! it’s so fun seeing you scream.”

she turns to the camera with a lopsided grin. “chat, tell lando you don’t wanna see me scream in phasmo anymore please. i’m sick of this game, i’ve got no idea what i’m doing, and i haven’t guessed the ghost correctly this entire time.”

logansargeant: keep playing phasmophobia u pussy

oscahpastry: yeah pussy

user5: its v entertaining icl

maxverstappen1: but phasmophobia costs money

“costs money?” she repeats, confusion on her face. “max? do you need financial aid?”

user10: isnt max a millionaire??????

user13: bro is complaining about a game that barely costs anything while getting paid millions a year 💀

oscahpastry: that’s wild ngl

maxverstappen1: wow i just got cyberbullied.

maxverstappen1: i’ll go get it now damn.

she sighs. “guess we’re continuing with this stupid game.”

“lando, where am i going?” max shouts, her character watching max’s go around in circles, flickering the flashlight on and off. “what am i even supposed to do?”

teaching one person how to play a complicated game like phasmophobia is easy. teaching two, however, is absolutely absurd. lando doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.

“lando, there’s something written in the book!” she cheers, crouching her character down. she leans into her monitor as she tries to make out what it says. “bitch, it says run!”

she quickly gets up and walks out. “don’t have to tell me twice.”

“run where?” max shouts, his character still running in circles. “(y/n), where are you? escort me out.”

“guys, just stay inside the house and help me out!” lando whines, his character flickering the flashlight at max’s. “turn around, max. i’m here with you.”

“i’m going to the van.”

“no, you’re not! come here and camp the ghost with us!”

“absolutely not! i’m so scared shitless!”

“we should’ve just played fortnite, you know.”

“guys, please! you just have to hold the equipment for me.”

“oh, my god! oh, my god! the front door is locked!” she screams. “the front door is locked!”

logansargeant: lol dsurv

oscahpastry: not so tough now (y/n)

user8: LMFAO THAT GHOST IS HUNTIN

user14: dude the chaos is insane

user15: i need her to stream everyday actually

user16: she’s gonna be an influencer i can feel it in my bones

user17: u guys should try valorant

oscahpastry: i’d join if they play valorant

user4: omg thats crazy

user18: i kinda want to see it

user19: max playing valorant? the rage that man would feel

“lando, i’m dead again!” she screeches, slamming her mouse down into her desk. “we should’ve just played fortnite.”

logansargeant: ur issues with the door are hilarious

user4: i’ll be thinking about your inability to hide in a room for days

oscahpastry: evidence that u wouldnt survive a horror movie at all

seb.v5: maybe you should stick to sitting there and looking pretty

user20: OMG SEB CALLED HER PRETTYYYYY

user21: are we all so shocked?

user22: yeah, he looks at that girl like she aligns the stars in the sky on a race weekend

user23: him during her podium celebration cured my depression (real)

logansargeant: girl why r u just stalking lando as a ghost

“lando,” she whispers. “i saw the ghost in the corner for the room.”

“what?” max asks, voice trembling slightly. “what corner?”

“that corner.”

“what corner?”

“there. i’m pointing at it.”

“i can’t see you, stupid. you’re dead.”

“then that’s too bad.”

“i figured what type of ghost it is!” lando cheers. “follow me, max. let’s get out of this stupid house and play your stupid fortnite or something.”

“oh, how lovely! i saw (y/n)’s chat… something about valorant,” max mutters, following lando through the dark house. “i’ve seen that on tiktok and it looks kinda- lando, why’d you close the door?”

“i told you i saw the ghost lurking more than usual,” she mutters.

“i don’t even know what that means!” max shouts.

“i didn’t close the door, mate!” lando laughs. “go and hide in a room, max!”

“where? i don’t know where to go!” max screams, frantically running around in hopes of finding solace somewhere.

her character follows behind the entity in the game, clearly running around to find max. “oh, she’s coming for you, max! she’s angry!”

“i don’t know where to go!” max screams, his character running by the entryway in confusion. “lando, where do i go?”

“max, she’s coming! go in the closet!”

“what closet? oh, okay! i see it!”

“close the door, max!”

“what door- oh! okay!”

“did he live?”

“i think so. the ghost is lurking outside max’s door,” she grins into the camera, watching the entity walk back and forth outside the room max is in.

“don’t come out yet.”

“not even a chance, mate.”

“okay, she’s gone,” she sighs. “i’m gonna log out and create an account on fortnite.”

“we’re not gonna play valorant?”

“okay, chat, we’re waiting for oscar to finish the tutorial,” she smiles. “we should be in our first game in a couple of minutes.”

user24: bro ur tutorial was horrendous

user25: i love watching people be bad at valorant

user26: shes so real for that though

user27: she’d play sage for sure

seb.v5: i can’t believe you got oscar to join you

user28: and logan 🤨

user17: outrageous that i’ve been begging the grid to join lando’s streams and here she comes casually getting them to play silly games

user3: real

user28: everyone say thank you (y/n)

blythe.yln: i can’t believe u didnt ask me to join u

blythe.yln: i’m the best at valorant

blythe.yln: i’m better than dalton

user29: YES BLYTHE SPEAK YOUR TRUTH

“so, what do i do again, dalton?” lando asks softly. “what’s the ‘e’ button do?”

“puts up a wall,” the younger kid says. “and then it heals you too, but damages other people. even your teammates.”

“who’s this eminem looking bro?” max asks, giggling slightly. “frank ocean, i saw on tiktok.”

user30: my roman empire is blythe being a pro valorant player but this is the first time her sister is trying the game

“well, i’m sorry for doing other things than playing valorant,” she jokes with a smile. “but, yes, guys! blythe plays valorant for a living which is exactly why we didn’t invite her to play.”

user31: blythe is a pro val player!!?!?!?

user31: since when??

blythe.yln: yeah guys follow my twitch, i’ll treat u better

“i’m going to ban you from my chat if you keep marketing, blythe,” she frowns, though a smile creeping up on her face. “where is dalton?”

blythe.yln: dalton is my valorant spawn… i taught him what he knows

user31: dalton to go pro in a couple years?

user32: omg that’s crazy

user1: the yln’s are gonna take over the valorant scene

user6: blythe getting a redbull gaming clutch would be to die for

“mate, dalton, what’s this girl in the yellow jacket do? she looks stylish,” oscar asks.

“she’s got a turret and grenades,” dalton answers simply.

“alright, how do i get her?”

“you gotta play the game.”

“oh, what? that’s so unfair.”

“yeah, i’m sure that sucks that you’ve got to play the game, oscar,” she says. “where is logan?”

“i’m sorry,” the sigh in logan’s sentence making her laugh. “i got stuck.”

“how?” oscar asks with a laugh. “they literally tell you what to do.”

“i couldn’t find the buttons they were asking me to press,” logan mumbles with a hint of disappointment.

“are you actually intellectually hindered, mate?” she cries with a laugh, covering her eyes. “do you not frequent a laptop?”

“not really, no.”

“it shows,” oscar adds on.

blythe.yln: he’s gonna be shit

user5: so real i can alr see it

user11: dude they’re gonna be screaming at each other soon

“let’s do a quick test game,” dalton mutters as logan’s in-game name pops up on the screen. “just a short game.”

“with real people?” lando asks in a small voice. “that can trash talk me?”

“just trash talk them back, mate,” max answers. “easy.”

“just find their ip address and hit them,” logan suggests. “that’s easier.”

“what?”

“don’t pretend like you wouldn’t do it too, (y/n)!” logan whines. “come on, let’s start!”

“how do i defuse the spike?” max screams, looking at the ground as he runs around. “where even is it?”

“your left,” dalton says. “keep walking.”

blythe is now sat next to her older sister, leg propped up in her seat as she watches the screen.

“okay, okay, go to the right and look right here,” blythe mutters, pointing at the screen. “and then aim right here,” she adjusts her sister’s mouse, “when you see somebody, shoot.”

“that’s not fair. (y/n)’s literally got a pro helping her with the game,” oscar complains.

“you’re dead. literally doesn’t matter if someone’s helping you or not,” logan states. “we suck, man.”

“okay, i figured out how to defuse the bomb,” max says softly. “what now?”

“learn to play better,” blythe says loud enough for the microphone to pick up her voice. “i’ll teach you guys.”

“thank you for tuning into my stream,” she grins with a clap. “i appreciate all of the support and teaching me how to play the games. and roasting me.”

logansargeant: bro we suck

seb.v5: should stick to racing and leave gaming to blythe and dalton

“i read each and every comment you guys sent in the chat and they’re all very endearing. except yours, seb,” she stares into the camera with a stern expression, “yours were just outright unnecessary and kinda mean.”

oscahpastry: start a podcast next

maxverstappen1: i wanna be first guest

user16: please stream regularly!!

user10: make oscar play lethal company or i’ll cry

oscahpastry: stop giving her ideas

user21: when r u streaming again

“i will try to stream in a couple of days, after my shoots and marketing stuff with the team,” she grins. “thank you for watching me scream for 4 hours. catch you guys soon. stay kind and stay safe.”

user2: i’ll miss you 🫶🏼

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[butwhyduh]

Hey idk if ur taking requests but I was wondering if I could proposition u to write an arsenal fwb with feelings fic?🙈

Warning: smut

Roy Harper x reader

Your finger hung above your phone right over the call button. You knew better. You really shouldn’t call him. It was stupid. But as if a sign, an alert rang on the top of your screen saying ‘work: sorry about it but you need to come in early…”

You hit the call button.

“Hey,” he answered in a sleepy voice.

“Am I waking you up?” You asked a little worried. You heard rustling on the phone.

“No no. I’m good,” he said. “You need something?”

“You to come over?” You asked while grimacing at your boldness.

“Oh?” He replied and you could hear him smile. “And what do you want? Help screwing in a lightbulb?”

“Not a lightbulb,” you muttered before you could stop yourself. He laughed.

“Damn girl, sure I can help you out. Just say ‘Roy, I need you to screw me.’ And I’ll be right over,” he teased.

“Roy! Fuck you,” you gasped before laughing.

“Close enough.”

“Roy!”

“I’m on the way. Don’t get started without me,” he joked before hanging up.

In a speed that was probably illegal, Roy was knocking at your front door. You let him into the tiny apartment. He looked just as good as always in a plain white tank top and blue jeans. His longer red hair was brushed back and he had a dusting of freckles that had little tan on his cheeks and nose.

“Hey,” he said with a eyebrow wag before grabbing you by the hip and pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him pull you down onto your couch. He was an excellent kisser.

His hand slid down to push under your hoodie to cup a breast. You inhaled quickly when his thumb rubbed across your nipple. Your fingers curled in his hair as he pushed your hoodie up to expose your breasts. He trailed kisses down your throat before diving down to suck your nipple in his mouth.

You gripped his hair tighter and moaned his name. Roy grinned before letting your nipple go with a pop before attacking the other side. You pulled his tank top up and Roy got the hint to sit up and yank the shirt off while you pulled off your hoodie. He immediately started unbuckling his belt. You unzipped his fly and pushed your hand in his boxers while leaning up to kiss him. Roy gripped your shorts and panties and pulled them down.

It was messy trying to kiss and undress at the same time but Roy made seem easy and fun. Even when there was clearly no room on the couch for the activities done on it. He would happily push a coffee table out of the way and get on the floor if needed. He could fuck in a broom closet or finger you in a car. He didn’t mind getting messy for some fun.

You climbed on his lap and straddled his hard dick. It was a great dick. Big enough but not too long with just enough girth. Lord they should make molds of it for sex toys fr, you thought while sinking down on it.

“Fuck me,” you groaned when he bottomed out.

“Absolutely baby,” he replied while grabbing your hips to help you ride him. Roy threw his head back as you bounced on his cock. You leaned forward to kiss and nibble at his throat. Your fingers dug into his insanely muscular arms. You could stare at the muscles forever.

Roy was full on bouncing you on his cock at this point with next to no help. He grunted and groaned while trying to go faster.

“More,” you breathed. He slid out before pushing you back in bed. You gasped when he pulled your legs up before thrusting in. He set a hard quick pace. “Yeah, yeah,” you mindlessly moaned. He put your ankles on his shoulder and held them with one arm. His other hand reached down to rub at your clit.

You were almost delirious with pleasure and could only moan his name with a few ‘yeahs’ and the occasional ‘there!’ He watched your tits bounce with each thrust. Your breath hitched and your body tightened for releasing.

Roy fucked you through your high before pulling out to cum on your pussy. You both sat panting in the after glow.

“You know I’m on the pill right? You don’t have to pull out. It wouldn’t really help anyways,” you said.

“Yeah but you’re so pretty like this,” he said still looking between your legs.

“Roy!”

“I’ll get a little towel,” he said trying to get up.

“Why bother when we’re just gonna go again in a minute?” You said while grabbing him. He let your legs fall open around him.

“Oh yeah.. wait, we are?” He asked, interested. He bent down to kiss you. “In that case, I’d love to make even more of a mess. And then I can clean you up.” He slid his tongue in your mouth.

“Absolutely,” you replied when he pulled back to breathe. “You should probably grab a towel to put down.”

“Oh fuck yeah.”

#roy harper x reader #arsenal x reader #dc smut #roy harper smut #arsenal smut

[katasstrophy]

I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

#—ping! new message from (anon) #AKSHHDJD THIS GOT SO LONG AND RAMBLY AGAIN SORRY!! #but you have a fat juicy brain on you nonnie #idk if this is exactly what you wanted but these are the thoughts that jumped out so hope that’s okay!! <3 #blue lock x reader #—bllk.thoughts!

[magicaldreamfox1]

Do you have any vegaspete fanfic recs for someone getting into the ship?

hi! i'm so glad u asked!! i famously love having opinions and have great taste so absolutely i would love to recommend some fics!

so i don't know exactly what u're looking for and since u mentioned getting into the ship i tried to give u a wide variety of recs to choose from!

let's get started!

Plain & Pleasure (Series) by @onstoryladders

fantastic tattoo parlor au. just trust me on this it's really good

Black Velvet (Series) by @kerrikins

black velvet is a canon divergence from the ep 7 torture scene until the end of the series and it is one of the most famous works of the fandom i think. like it is to me. u can read the first two chapters of black velvet the work as a standalone but why would u am i right. don't be intimidated by the length it's amazing!

i fill you up, drink from my cup by @petes-vegas

mmmmmmm pwp? pwp. post-canon vegaspete attend an event both pissed at each other and they start trying to make each other jealous. this might have u thinking uhmmm this is getting worrying they're really doing the most is this gonna go into cheating territory? and fear not the answer is no.

in your eyes, in your arms (series) by @pressignore

great post-canon series about vegaspetemacau bonding in the hospital. very cute very fluffy 10/10 would recommend.

Blood & Lust (Series) by @kerrikins

taking a dark turn after the last one this is a series abt. horny torture. honestly all u need to know. #justvegaspetethings and so on and so forth. might be ur cup of tea might not be. only one way to find out

Visiting Home by @raelle-writing

another fluffier turn. u gotta keep up here i move fast. so this is post-canon vegaspetemacau visiting pete's grandma. everyone is experiencing feelings. look me in the eyes. do u see the tears. it's fantastic. i especially love the buildup we get thru the whole fic and it pays off so beautifully in the end and it's just. an amazing fic i loved it very much

If You Had Something To Lose by @raelle-writing

now pay attention! this is an ONGOING fic. but it makes the list bc man. MAN. so it's an au. the theerapanyakuls are in the mafia, peteporschechay are not. one evening pete finds beaten up vegas in a back alley and saves his life. love at first sight? no u misheard. horny at first sight. shenanigans ensue. raelle plays with my feelings. now disclaimer i haven't read the most recent like. 4 chapters bc i'm depressed scared of sad cliffhangers i just can't deal with it 😭😭😭. but really this fic is fantastic it had me hooked from the very beginning and it just keeps going on amazingly and i have no doubts it will continue being great until the end.

discothéque rouge by @lu-sn

now i read this one recently and yeah YEAH. classic vp shenanigans it's such a good time. post-canon mafia shenanigans starring vp.

the weight of it's like hands around my neck by @wegathpete

now listen! i'm not a member of the peteporsche ride or die besties agenda but i know a lot of people like it and this fic is just so good. i hope op knows the babygirl paragraph lives in my head rent free. it's a post-canon introspection of vegaspete which also includes porn. aren't we lucky ❤️

Silly Secrets by @raelle-writing

have u ever wondered what vegas would do if he walked in on pete's preferred exercising.... routine. well u don't have to wonder any longer! it's exactly what it says on the tin! post-canon vegas discovers pete's silly secret! whatever will he do abt it!! only one way to find out 😌😌😌

Your Secrets And Lies by @kerrikins

another banger by kerri. post-canon vegaspete in the hospital. pete thinks vegas is holding back and decides to do smthg abt it. very simple very fun!

we've now arrived at the shameless self promo part of this post!

so i happen to write as well and i happened to have written some vegaspete fics!

best stranger by me

so this is more like. vegaspete adjacent but it still counts in my humble opinion. gotta promote myself! it's set post-canon in the hospital. arm visits to check up on pete. my armpete besties agenda ❤️

after the dust has settled we must pick up the pieces by me

my most recent series i've started! it's also set post-canon and contains oneshots of moments in their lives. they can all be read as standalones but in my mind they take place in the same universe (it's not an au this is just how my mind works. they're connected but they're not connected. u know?) it's not a finished series i will be uploading new fics so feel free to subscribe to it if u would like!

i hope this helped! if u liked one fic/series specifically and want more of that kind or would like more recommendations in general feel free to ask!

#i think i gave u reading material for the next few weeks algkskfs sorry i just couldn't decide i just like them all so much! #sorry for tagging everyone but ily thank u for writing great fics 🫶 #i worked on this all night i'm going to sleep good night i hope this is helpful! #vegaspete #kinnporsche #bl shows #kp fics

[leegemma]

heeloo! i lov ur fics so much! could your write pls anout lee!chan und ler!felix 9, 36 aaand 49?? thank you so much for ur hardworking, love u!

You people are seriously so sweet, thank you so much for your request and incredibly warm compliment. 😭🥺💗

Enjoy:)

9 -  “you have such a cute laugh!”

36 -  “i didn’t tell you to stop…”

49 -  “be quiet! other people might be able to hear you, you know!”

Disclaimer: By this fic I am ABSOLUTELY not trying to say I think Chan is mean or a bully or anything like that. This is just a fic. I love our five year old kangaroo more than anything.

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The role of a leader in any situation was never an easy one, but especially when you're leading a bunch of silly kids. And as much as Chan loved the boys, he sometimes really wanted them to focus a bit more during practice and joke a bit less.

So when they were practicing some new choreography and Chan saw everyone messing around instead of doing actual practice, he was a bit annoyed. As he was trying to gather everyone back and getting them back on track, he could sense everyone around him getting a bit frustrated with his attitude.

"Hyung, we were just having some fun." Han tried to explain himself when Chan caught him messing around with Hyunjin.

"Yeah, well this is not the time to have fun." Chan pointed at him to get back into his position.

The group kept practicing,  until a screech was heard from I.N's direction.

Everyone turned to look at the youngest, all laughing at the noise he made. All exept for Chan.

"What happened?" Lee know kept laughing as he threw the question in I.N's direction.

"He keeps poking me!" Jeongin pointed accusingly to Seungmin.

Chan huffed tiredly, he was about to explode. "Hey! I already said this is not the time, you two are being ungrateful and inconsiderate.  Do you want all of us to suck when we go on stage?!"

Everyone stopped laughing, Jeongin slowly lowering his head in shame as Seungmin just stared at their leader in shock. This really wasn't like him.

"Hyung, they were just enjoying themselves, there's nothing wrong with that. Don't take your stress and frustration out on them." Changbin tried to step in as a peacemaker.

"I'm only frustrated because none of you are listening to me!" Chan shook his head in anger.

"We're all listening, but you're just not saying much." Lee know said in a serious but still comforting tone.

"Whatever!" Chan knew they were all right, and he didn't mean to scare the younger boys. But he was extremely stressed and had so much to get done, and it was getting too much for him to burry alone. As he felt all the emotions suddenly at once, he felt the need to cry.

As he didn't want to make the others more concerned, he just stormed out of the room, holding back his tears until he reached an empty studio. He closed the door after him and went in deeper, sitting down on the floor and burrying his face in his knees, letting himself go.

Chan was so deep inside his own head, he didn't even notice Felix slipping in the room until he felt an arm wrapping around him from the back. He didn't even bother lifting his head, only stopping his sobs.

Felix' heart broke at seeing his -practically- older brother finally break down. He hasn't seen him this vounrable in a long time.

Felix just sat there, hugging Chan. Until the older finally lifted his head. Just staring ahead. "Hyung?"

Chan sighed and threw his head back at the sound of the voice of his dear friend. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shout at the kids like that."

Felix gave him a small smile and shook his head. "They're fine, we all are. We are just worried about you."

Chan groaned. "See... that what I didn't want... you guys should jot be worrying about me, i'm fine. I'll be fine."

Felix rolled his eyes playfully. "We tried to tell you so many times before... you're allowed to feel bad once in a while, you don't always have to be the hero, hyung."

"I just... I'm really sorry. I've just been really stressed." Chan finally admitted.

Felix rubbed his back comfortly. "I know... we all have been. But come and talk to me when you feel that way. Just like I come to you. You can't carry all of this by yourself."

Chan nodded. "I'm really sorry."

Felix  rolled his eyes again. "Stop apologizing!"

"Okay I'm sorrY- Hehehy! Soohohory! Whhait nohoho!" Chan stopped mid apology when felix started wiggling his fingers into his sides.

"I said stop apologizing! But you didn't listen, so now I have to punish you." He explained quickly, running his fingers up and down Chan's abs.

"FEHEHELIX!!! HAHAHA!!" Chan squirmed around.

“You have such a cute laugh!” felix cooed, happy to finally hear the older having fun.

'SHUHHUT HUHUHHP!!" Chan blushed.

Felix giggled along with him and stopped his attack, petting Chan's tummy.

Chan looked up at him in confusion which then turned to emberasment as he looked away and mumbled: “i didn’t tell you to stop…”

Felix blinked twice, confused. And then started beaming, immediately wiggling his fingers again, bringing them to Chan's hips and Armpits.

Chan burst out laughing again. This felt good, and freeing.

"You like this? That's so cute!" Felix cooed.

"SOHOHO DOHOHO YOUHUHU!!" The truth hurts. Or tickles. Whatever.

Now it was Felix's turn to blush. "We're not talking about me right now!"

"WEHHEHELL MAYHYBE WHEHEHE SHOUHULD!!" Chan kept at it.

Felix hissed playfully. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"OKAHAHY! OKAHAHAY! IHIHM SOHOR- NO! IHIHM NOHOT SOHOHRRY!"

Felix laughed and stopped. Letting Chan have a breather before singing: "Channie hyung loves tickles! ~"

Chan slapped his hand onto Felix's mouth softly. “Be quiet! other people might be able to hear you, you know!”

Felix looked behind Chan, a grin forming onto his lips. "Uhm, hyung?"

"Hm?"

"Too late!"

Chan turned around to the voice of Seungmin, who was standing with all the other guys right behind him.

He then turned right back around to Frlix with gritted teeth.

"I am going to kill you."

#tickling community #tickle fics #skz tickle #lee!chan #bang chan #ler!felix #lee felix

[hanniejji]

books and library shenanigans

[ albedo x gn!s/o ]

summary: the library's a very peaceful place to entertain yourself with books or study. unfortunately, you chose none of the two and decided to be an lovely annoying menace while albedo works.

notes: found this funny tiktok vid and i just knew i had to write it, also an apology for the long overdue phoenix fic hhnhnh | m.list

words: 956 | warnings: s/o kinda slipped their hand under his shirt for fun and a small innuendo but it's safe i swear :'D

it's another day of annoying your dear boyfriend, albedo just knew it the moment you stepped foot in the library with the excuse of "oh no, absolutely not my dear! how can you think of me like that? i'm merely here to study!"

bullshit, you don't like studying in the library unless he's studying with you.

"hey, you're technically with me right now."

"i am working on my shift, love," albedo sighed—almost sounding like he's tired of your shit, however the smile on his face says otherwise. he wouldn't say it out loud to save himself from your teasing, but he does appreciate being able to see you whilst he works at the front desk. he could just glimpse at you every now and then as you go about your studies.

what he wasn't expecting though, is for you to spend your supposedly 'study time' on causing shenanigans.

"l-love!?" almost dropping the books in his arms, he turns his head to see your face very very close to his, rendering his cheeks and the tips of his ears in a rosy color.

"shush," your voice sounds too close. he felt chills travel across his spine, "just taking a break from my studies."

"love, i am still working!" he chides softly.

he eyes both ends of the aisle, hoping to god that no one comes around this row of the bookshelves while the two of you are still in a very… promising position.

gosh why did you choose to be a menace on his shift?

"you're very warm." your arms wrapped around his middle tighter, nose brushing against the skin on his neck—he can feel every warm breath you take and as you speak.

honestly, if he could stay here in your arms longer, he would. it felt so nice to be near you and feel your touch, shoulders dropping from tension and relaxing.

maybe he could use a short break right now.

until your hand slipped under his sweater.

"l-love!" he yelped a little too loud.

"sssh!"

he frantically whipped his head to check if anyone had come across the aisle, breathing a sigh of relief once he's sure that no is near.

"my, my, you're quite jumpy today."

"and whose fault do you think that is?"

your giggles rang in his ears, goosebumps covering his arms when he felt your lips touch the skin of his neck for a quick peck, before you pull away from his waist. he felt a little disappointed at the absence of your warm, but he dares not to utter it less he sees another one of your mischievous grins. at least you're done messing with him, he would appreciate it if you don't pull another trick on him while he's working.

oh, how wrong he was.

the next few hours, he can feel your stare on him the whole time. your gaze is basically glued on his figure at the front desk, he wonders if you even came here to study in the first place. other than your stare, a few paper planes would reach the desk and he would send you a tired look, rolling his eyes when he sees your smirk and hand gesturing for him to read it.

every paper plane contains compliments that are… quite a bit too much.

u always look good, that's for sure. but you're too handsome in those glasses, mind observing me with those on? ;)

damn, can't even focus on my chem notes. the only chemistry i want is the one u and i have <3

does your work include looking pretty at the front desk?

checking books and accounts is in ur job description, yeah? why don't u check me out?

fuck physical gravitation, i'm attracted to u!

albedo sighs for the nth time, folding the paper plane and discretely slipping it inside his pocket. they're all so characteristically cringe, but he'd be lying if he said none of them made his heart skip a few beats and the corner of his lips tug upwards for a split second. not that he would admit it, but he's pretty sure that you caught on it with how intense you're looking at him right now.

thankfully, you didn't do anything far from the paper planes.

a few moments later, he sees you stand up and disappear behind the science genre aisle, hopefully to finish what you actually came here for.

oh, he spoke too soon.

your figure comes up to the front desk, bag over your shoulder and a few books that you probably want to check out.

"finish studying, love?"

"uh huh!" your enthusiasm is really blinding, but he couldn't bare looking away for even a second as he grabs the books from your arms. "what can i say, the library has a very unique way of inspiring me to study well! a pretty view, effective if i say so myself."

"are you sure you even did any studying?" eyebrow raised, he turns to register your books.

"of course i did! i even got some books to help me later in my study."

the smirk on your face is a little suspicious, he thinks.

"oh really?"

nothing could have prepared him for the amount of… explicit books you handed him.

before he could even compose himself, he can already feel how incredibly warm his cheeks are, hands fumbling around with the books to seem like he's unaffected, clearing his throat. these books are… indeed, intimate and a little too explicit.

"what kind of 'study' are you meaning to do with all these books?"

"you."

this time, the book falls from his hand with a loud thud and he almost choke on air.

"love!"

"sssh!"

god, he's so done with your shit.

#genshin impact #albedo #genshin #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact albedo #genshin fanfic #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin albedo #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x you #albedo scenarios #albedo fanfic #albedo genshin x reader #albedo genshin impact #albedo kreideprinz x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #honey writes

[f4irycafe]

how about a rhys x daugher reader fic??? not in a romantic way obviously!! just for all those girls with daddy issues yk 🥹

thing for line.

⤷ synopsis: rhys as a girl dad.

⤷ warnings: none

⤷ notes: i am gonna do this in hc form, i just don't have the mental capacity to write a full blurb rm :)

the worst

not the worst as in he's a bad dad. the worst as in you have had him wrapped around your finger since the day you were BORN. there is nothing he would do for you, nothing he wouldn't give to you to make you smile.

you were spoiled absolutely ROTTEN

the women in the family are the only ones who discipline you, your dad and all your uncles and extended uncles just fawn over your existence.

i hc that the inner circle has hella boys before they get a girl. you're the first girl to be born between like 4 families? heck yeah ur getting the sun, the stars, and the moon.

when you were a baby he took you EVERYWHERE. loved to show of his beautiful baby girl every chance he got. seated on his lap babbling away at every meeting.

it was terrible, he terrorized every court with you till you turned 5

the type to play princess with you without complaining 100%. tea, biscuits, a pillow fort? u got it. twenty stuffed animals because you had SOOO many friends, of course.

you really did have such a great childhood.

then you started going to school, and became a monster lol.

attitude on 139482901% out-sassed rhys on more than 1 occasion dude was flabbergasted.

everyone told him "you'll regret spoiling her so much when she gets older"

and they were soooooo right.

high school? partying? sneaking out? hating your parents? BOYS???

it had been different with the boys, you were his little GIRL

tore him to literal pieces when you said you didn't wanna move out.

def tried to buy you a house close to the estate that u refused, as u should.

you guys definitely got closer as you got older. you kinda separated a bit during high school cause rhys ig can't deal w people who are going thru some serious shit (as literally EVERY highschooler does)

but after you finished school and was like an established adult for a while, the two of you eventually came around.

you have the same sense of humor, which sucks for everyone else except the two of you

y'all have this sixth sense like whenever one does something stupid the other is ready to be there laughing at them because of it ,

anyways

girl dad rhys for the win :)

#rhysand cafe <3 #f4irycafeblurbs📇 #asks !! #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhysand #acotar x reader #rhysand x oc #rhysand x you #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #acotar fanfic #acotar x black reader #acotar fluff #acotar fanfiction

[amazingmsme]

thinking about Curt getting absolutely destroyed in a mock interrogation by his sadistic ass partner rn. Curt will not back down to something so “childish” and Owen is not letting him up easy, that’s for sure. Poor guy is not getting out of this one but no one said he was having a bad time either lol

I just like to think of them having fun and being silly (albeit kinda intense, that’s just their vibe tho lmao). Hope ur doing well!

THIS IS LITERALLY ME RN OK I AM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM!

Still can’t fucking believe our first impression of these guys comes from a mock interrogation that ended with tickling. They’re fucking iconic, none of us are on their level. We WISH we were, but we aren’t

I stand by my claim that Curt only “caved” so quickly is because there was someone else in the room & he still had to finish the job, so they couldn’t play around as much as they’d like

The stars aligned perfectly so we could have a canon tickle interrogation scene with the gay spies. (Ok but I’m giving all of them the hard side eye because yeah this scene maybe a coincidence, but tickle me wiggly??? Is there something they’re trying to tell us??? Dear god do they know???) it’s so cute & silly & way more flustering than it has any right to be! Like the way he slowly pulled the feather out from his jacket, bitch do that again & see what happens! I will just blush & curl into a ball

But that is literally canon, Curt doesn’t want to break under Owen’s torture anyway, so he absolutely refuses to give him the satisfaction of making him crack from something as stupid & silly as tickling. Like the longest he’s lasted is around 4 or 5 hours ok the man is STUBBORN! & Owen loves taking his sweet ass time with Curt, & he really shows no mercy. Downright ruthless bastard & that’s the way we like him!

Hng I really should write more interrogation fics with them, they go hard

& I’m doing good, thanks for asking! Hope you’re doing good too!

#asks #anon ask #as you can see #i am. very normal #about them #saf headcanons #curtwen #special agent curt mega #curt mega #owen carvour #saf #spies are forever

[rollercoasterwords]

I saw your post about angst earlier and I thought "atydsp was the *angstiest* most miserable book I've ever read" (it's a compliment btw) and then I remembered that YOU wrote it. So, you being an angst lover and the writer of the angstiest thing I've read, I wanted to ask you for recs(?), If that's ok(?)

Just, what are the angstiest books/fics you've ever read? Like, stare-at-the-wall-and-cry-silently-for-hours, feel-numb-for-days, make-you-want-to-scream-like-your-first-born-died, kind of angst. And, if you want, even throw in there films, music, poems too,idk.

It's all about the feeling. I just want to get my soul ripped apart and bleed-out on the floor again:'(

If it's too much or if it's weird, I'm sorry and feel free to ignore me pls<3

look at me. look into my eyes. you are my favorite person on this website right now. i LOVE this question omg ok buckle up i'm making a list

rae's angstiest-of-all-time recs*:

*with the caveat that this is a subjective list, these are just things that made me, specifically, feel like crying and screaming and staring at the wall for whatever reason. not all of these are stories that end in tragedy; some have happy endings! but if it made me feel like my guts were being twirled around like spaghetti on a fork at some point then it made the list <3

fics:

hackery, by orphan_account i will keep yelling at people to read this until the day i die it is SO good and literally under 2k words u can finish it in like five minutes. go read it rn PLEASE i'm begging

a great, big tragedy by zeppazariel @mayzarbewithyou for all crimson rivers angst enjoyers <3 the au what-if-regulus-died ending

let the ghosts sleep tonight by outlaw_baby dorlene oneshot set during the first war SO beautiful i reread this all the time

zwischen immer und nie (between always and never) by sudowoodo an albus dumbledore/gellert grindelwald fic about the summer they fell in love. was recommended to me by a friend who knows i love angst and thought i would appreciate it. they were correct.

notes on a resurrection by newleaves perhaps my favorite fic of all time and one that was also recommended to me by a friend! this one has a happy ending but BOY does it take you on a ride to get there

that's the art of getting by by sarewolf @sarewolf one of my favorite fics ever <3 another happy ending but plenty of angst before we get there <3

choices by messermoon @little-shit-soph i mean i feel like i don't even need to say anything about this one but. yeah if ur looking for tragedy and angst this is a good place to go lmao

books

the feverwake duology, by victoria lee i don't think i've talked about this series before on my blog but it is one of my FAVORITES of all time oh god. it's so so so fucking good dystopian sci-fi magic plague war just. SUCH a cool concept and SUCH beautiful writing i've read it three times and might need to reread soon lol

teeth, by hannah moskowitz gay mermaid love story but like. in the absolute most fucked-up way possible. i love this book SO much hannah moskowitz is just one of my favorite writers of all time

a history of glitter and blood, by hannah moskowitz my favorite book! another story where you get a happy ending but the angst u go through to get there...exquisite

human acts, by han kang made me cry like a fucking baby. this is historical fiction based on very real events and interviews with people who experienced the gwangju uprising + massacre in south korea in 1980.

the song of achilles, by madeline miller another one that i feel like i don't even need to say anything about lol

crush, by richard siken poetry!! here's ur poetry rec. the richard siken hype is not a lie this book will gut you

the animorphs series, by k.a. applegate i am being 100% serious this is one of my favorite series of all time and i read it for the first time as an adult like. this is not childhood nostalgia it was too scary for me as a kid. genuinely changed the way i think about writing and truly is one of the best war stories i have ever read. the last book is gut-wrenching in a way that very little else i have come across is.

the hunchback of notre-dame, by victor hugo for the classics enjoyers <3 victor hugo is one of my favorite writers i was really into his books in high school lol

the man who laughs, by victor hugo not as well-known as his other work but i wrote a big research paper on this book one time so it holds a special place in my heart just bc i spent so much time with it

tv shows

banana fish (2018) outing myself as an occasional anime enjoyer lmao. i watched this bc i kept seeing people talk about how tragic it was and then i saw my sister watching it and i looked up a plot summary of what happens at the end and i was like huh that sounds interesting. and then i sat down to watch it KNOWING what was going to happen and i still like. was screaming crying by the end.

the haunting of bly manor (2020) just re-watched this show like two months ago and it is 2/2 on making me cry so!!

movies

children who chase lost voices (2011) this movie has a happy ending but like. idk man there's this one specific scene that just GETS me every time. always feel hollowed out but like...in a good way after watching it.

brokeback mountain (2005) i mean...do i need to say anything about this one? gay cowboy tragedy my beloved <3

the last unicorn (1982) watching this movie as a kid is i think what altered my brain chemicals and made me an angst enjoyer. so! had to put it on the list <3

and of course on a final note--as these are heavy angst + tragedy etc etc if u know there are things u need to watch out for please look up trigger warnings before diving in! they all contain content that is upsetting in some way...hence the angst. hopefully that doesn't even need to be said but. well an honest hard-working angst farmer needs to cover his bases sometimes doesn't he

also! tysm for the angst praise lol SO happy to hear that atydsp is one of the angstiest things you've read truly the highest form of praise 2 me <3

#ask #fic recs #atydsp #book recs

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Picture Imperfect pt 2

Prompts: hey this is a stupid ask but could u maybe make a fic about roman and virgil bonding and growing closer post pof and fwsa and all? could be platonic, pining and then romantic, whatever ud like. ik its not the best prompt but ive got them on the brain, ive re-listened to the reputation album and ur writing is just so good and if not, take care of urself! - anon

I absolutely love your Sanders Sides stories, I can always 'hear' the character's voices - if you get what I mean. If you ever feel motivated or are looking for suggestions, I'd love to see something more from "Picture Imperfect" - I know Roman implies that Imagination versions of the other Sides have escaped before, and I'd really love to see him/the other Sides dealing with something like that! Either way, thank you for all your hard work! <3 - anon

hey could u write a fic about like, ro and vee out on an outing (maybe a first or second date if it’s romantic) and it starts raining so ro expects virgil to get scared and go back inside, but he just starts laughing and dancing and having fun or whatever? and then suddenly they’re both having a blast in the rain (bonus points for the cheesiest fucking rain kiss ever-). no pressure btw, and i love ur work <3 especially how u portray prinxiety! - anon

Uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous babe I don’t know how to put this req here but it’s here I promise

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: none

Pairings: prinxiety

Word Count: 3521

  Virgil approaches him after everything is over and just pokes his arm. 

“Uh, hey, Princey?”

“Yes?”

“Can you—can you tell me how many times you’ve done that?”

Roman frowns. “Done what?”

“Well, the whole…’other versions of us,’ thing.”

Shame curdles anew in his chest and he takes a deep breath, swallowing it as best he can. “W-well, I can’t specify exactly how many times I ran that specific scenario, but…er, it’s a tad more complicated than that, actually.”

“I got time.”

“U-um, can we—can we do this somewhere more private?”

“You wanna go to your room?”

“Yeah—yes, actually, that would be a good idea. There’s something in there that will help.”

Virgil frowns but doesn’t press until they’ve moved up and out of the living room. Roman glances at the door and lets out a sigh when he sees it’s closed. Good. Little chance of anyone interrupting them from either side now. 

“Roman?”

He shakes himself. “Right. Sorry. So, um…can I ask why you’re asking, first of all? I-it’s not that I particularly mind answering, per se, it’s just that I…um…”

“You’ll be able to tailor your answer to my question if you understand the specifics of it?” He shrugs when Roman looks at him, surprised. “What? You and L really aren’t that different from each other, you know.”

“I know…”

Logan had said as much, taking him aside much like this and having the softest conversation about the importance of understanding why they’re each doing their own role when it comes to Roman’s ideas and the videos and everything, including saying something about how if he’s managed to stop Roman from wanting to create, he’s failed as a critiquer because he’s extinguished Roman’s creative drive. 

Roman may or may not have cried into his shoulder after that. 

“But really—running things over and over in your head just to show how much they could suck? Kinda my thing, Princey.”

“That’s what—oh, Virgil, I’m so sorry.”

“Eh.” He waves his hand. “Don’t worry about it. That’s my gig, I know how to do it in a way that’s healthy—okay maybe not entirely healthy,” he concedes when Roman gives him a look, “but it’s my thing. Maybe I’m wondering why you thought it had to be yours too.”

“I didn’t mean to steal your thunder, Virgil, I really didn’t—“

“Roman,” Virgil says, reaching out and taking his shoulders to make him look, “I’m not mad at you. I’m not gonna get mad at you. I’m worried, okay?”

Roman takes a deep breath. “Right. Sorry.”

“’S okay. Just take your time.”

In and out. We can do this.

“The Imagination is…temperamental,” he begins, “especially when it comes to all of us. Mostly because we’re a more…concrete part of Thomas’s Imagination seeing as we…sort of become real but not exactly?”

“Okay, I’m with you so far.”

“But because the Imagination likes to go in the direction of what could be, it…sometimes spits out other versions of us.”

Virgil blinks. “What, like clones?”

“Sort of? It’s more—it’s more like it makes alternate versions of us that lean slightly more into different—oh, goodness—character interpretations.” 

Virgil narrows his eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, there, Princey.”

Roman scrubs a hand over his face. “One time there was a Patton who got out of the Imagination that was obsessed with basking specifically chocolate chip cookies.”

“How is that different from our Patton?”

“This one managed to use literally all of the flour and sugar we had before I was able to stop him.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s—that’s different. So they’re all just, like, slightly off?”

“It’s more like if someone took the sliders for their personalities from their video game characters and messed around with them?” Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I’m not doing a very good job of explaining this.”

“No, no, I got it. That’s a good analogy.” Virgil glances at the door to the Imagination. “So—wait, is that where they come from?”

“They can come from any of the doors, they just mostly come through this one since it’s my side and not Remus’s and…um…”

Virgil raises an eye when Roman’s cheeks start to flush. 

“God, this is embarrassing.”

“I’m not here to make fun of you,” he reminds, “I’m just worried.”

“You have to promise you won’t tease me.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Wait, really, just like that?”

“I’m only an asshole to you when it’s funny, Roman.”

“Your definition of ‘funny’ needs some work.”

“You need to stop dodging the question.”

“Fine, fine, okay, it’s just…” Roman takes a deep breath. This is mortifying. “…sometimes I would summon them, okay?”

“You’d summon other versions of us? What for?”

“To…to…” He twists his hands together. “To…comfort me.”

Silence. Yep, this was a mistake. This was the worst decision he could have made here and he wishes this were a not-real version of Virgil so he could just yell cut and have this experience not be actually happening. 

“…brace yourself, Princey, you’re getting a hug.”

“Wha—ah!”

Roman barely has time to finish asking the question before Virgil’s arms are wound tightly around him, his face buried in the crook of his neck as he tries to shove Roman into his chest. Roman just wraps his arms around him too, carefully twisting his fingers into the fabric of Virgil’s hoodie. 

“…um…”

“Nope.” Virgil tightens his grip as Roman makes to pull back. “You get hugs now. No buts about it.”

“Do I get to ask why?”

“Aside from the fact that you’ve just told me you didn’t feel like you could ask us for comfort so you had to summon other versions of us?”

Roman wisely keeps his mouth shut and just rests his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil makes a noise that sounds vaguely like that’s what I thought. 

“…sorry?”

“Ah, shit, Princey, no,” Virgil mumbles, pulling back and looking Roman in the face, “I’m not—I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m—okay, I’m a little mad at myself and everyone else, but mostly I’m just sad, okay?”

“Since when have you been so transparent about what you’re feeling?”

As soon as he says it, he bites his lip so hard he almost draws blood. 

“Shit, Roman, don’t do that.” Virgil taps his chin. “Leggo, come on. I’m just—you’re gonna make yourself bleed, let go—there, that’s better. I’m trying to be better about it, okay, that’s it.”

Roman just nods. Is…is he sure this isn’t some other version of Virgil? There’s the big door to the Imagination in the hallway, after all, maybe…

“It is really me, by the way, I can hear you thinking about it over there.”

“Wait, you can what?”

“Not literally, Princey,” Virgil says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “but thanks for telling me I’m right.”

Roman makes a face and goes to pull away when Virgil just chuckles and holds him tighter. 

“Okay, that was mean.”

“Yes, yes, it was.”

“Look, just—you can come to us, okay? You don’t have to make versions of us that you think will comfort you ‘cause we won’t.”

“You—you mean that?”

“You see J around anywhere?”

Roman glances around. Sure enough, there’s no Janus. “Alright. I’ll—I’ll try.”

Virgil smiles at him—not a smirk, not that weird half-smile thing he does when he’s trying not to laugh, but a real smile—and claps him on the shoulder. “That’s all we can ask for, Princey. And uh, let me know if you need help catching any rogue versions of us, okay?”

Roman just nods dumbly as Virgil waves and walks out of his room. 

He glances at the door to the Imagination, still firmly shut.

Huh. 

———

“Hey, Virgil?”

Virgil takes out a headphone. “What’s up, Princey?”

“Have you seen Remus anywhere?”

“He said he was spending the day with the Kraken brood.” Virgil frowns. “Why, something wrong?”

“Well, he told me he was doing that too and there’s currently a Remus on top of the fridge doing his best to replace the water in the ice maker with slime.”

“What the—oh. Oh, is this one of the—okay. Yeah, what d’you need?”

“I think he’s only going to respond to your tempest tongue and I can’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you.”

Virgil tucks his phone into his pocket and sets his headphones on the bed as he follows Roman down to the kitchen. Sure enough, there’s a Remus perched on top of the fridge, cackling wildly with his hands full of what looks like a blended version of Slimer from Ghostbusters. 

“Remus,” Virgil calls, many-layered voice getting the little gremlin’s attention, “get down from there.”

Remus pouts somehow while still cackling and lobs a handful of goo at them. Roman quickly summons an umbrella and blocks it. 

“Remus,” Virgil warns, “don’t make me come up there.”

Remus just cackles louder.

“Alright, you asked for it.”

He closes his eyes and concentrates for a few seconds, growing two feet taller and reaching up to scoop Remus up like a feral raccoon. He screeches, goo still saying everywhere, as Roman quickly grabs Virgil’s shoulder and sinks them out to his room. Virgil blinks, adjusting to the quick change, and Roman waves at him frantically by the open door. 

“Chuck him in!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!”

One gooey, cackling Remus later, Roman slams the door shut and lets out a sigh, reaching out to poof away the remaining slime. 

“Oh, that’s sick. Can you clean everything like that?”

“No, just the Imagination messes. Thanks for your help.”

“Eh, no problem. Used to have to do that when we were younger anyway.”

“…ah. I see.”

Virgil looks at him oddly when Roman suddenly appears to deflate, only to realize that Roman didn’t get to grow up with Remus. “Oh, hey, I didn’t mean—“

“No, no, it’s quite alright. We’re…well, I suppose we’re making up for lost time now. I certainly wouldn’t’ve known to just…” He makes a picking-up gesture with his arms. “How long have you been able to grow like that?”

“I think it’s a fight-or-flight thing.”

“Got it.”

There are a few moments of awkward silence. 

“Well, I should let you get back to…what were you doing?”

“Oh, I was watching this show on Netflix. It’s called My Name.”

“Wait, is that the one about the girl whose father gets killed in the first episode and then she goes on this whole journey to try and find who was responsible?”

“Yeah, ‘ve you heard of it?”

“I was going to try and watch it! What episode are you on?”

“Uh…episode two. I’m not that far into it yet. But there’s only, like, six episodes or something.”

“Would you—would you want to watch it with me? Not like together, together, but—like a book club sort of thing?”

Virgil is not going to helplessly smile at how cute Roman is when he’s all eager, he’s not. “Sure. That’d be fun.”

He is going to smile when Roman grins so wide it looks like his face must hurt. 

———

“Therapy isn’t enough,” Virgil announces as he strides into Roman’s room, “I need to be weird about that old man.”

Roman chuckles and looks up from where he is at his desk, typing away at his computer. “So you watched the next episode, huh?”

“Look, I don’t know why he insists on making everything as dramatic as possible, but he does and it works for him.”

“So this is about that scene where he just rips his shirt halfway open for no reason, huh?”

“For no reason? Excuse me?” Virgil flops on Roman’s bed. “It is his gay-given right to be that dramatic and it’s working for him.”

“Seems like it’s working for you too.”

“Don’t act like you’re above it, you spent twenty minutes waxing poetic about how the framing around him sitting in his office chair was poetic cinema.”

“Yes, because I’m a storyteller and I can appreciate the use of framing in film and television to contribute to said story.”

“Uh-huh. How’s the writing going over there?”

“Don’t talk to me or my Untitled Document (1) ever again.”

Virgil laughs, head lolling back against the pillows as Roman shakes his head in mock sternness. “He’s so gone for him.”

“Who is? The assistant for him or him for the dead guy?”

“Yes.”

“You’re correct and you should say it.” He squints at the screen. “Wait, what’s a gender-neutral term for parent?”

A pause, then the rustle of fabric. “I want you to repeat what you just said to yourself.”

Roman does. “I might be stupid.”

“‘Might be,’ he says.”

“Shut up.”

“What’s the word I’m looking for that is like the exact word I’m looking for?”

“Leave me alone.”

Another laugh from behind him as he continues trying to type. But the thought of actually having Virgil here to talk about something they’re both watching is a lot more tempting than working on this idea that isn’t even due for a few more weeks anyway. He chews on his lip for a second before saving his work and closing it down. He did have more than half of it completed, thank you very much. 

He turns around, seeing Virgil sprawled over his bed like it’s his own, scrolling on his phone, and just takes a moment to look. 

Virgil looks…happy. It’s a good look on him. 

“When you’re done staring at me, I got a post to show you.”

“What is it?”

“Slow-motion GIFs of that moment.”

“Move over, then.”

———

By this point, when Roman asks him for help with wrangling an escaped version of one of them, they can do it while having a conversation. 

“I followed one of the main blogs in the fandom yesterday,” Virgil says as he grabs two of a Janus’s arms. “They followed me back.”

“Oh, really?” Roman grabs two more and starts hauling him toward the Imagination, deftly knocking aside a swinging cane. “You got to mutual status that quickly?”

“They said they liked my meta posts. Gave you credit, of course—“

“As you should.”

“—but yeah, they seem cool. It’s weird, I know it’s not like actually having a celebrity you can interact with, but it’s like—“

“It’s like being relatively famous just by having them know you. Do you think they’re laughing at your silly little jokes every morning,” Roman teases as they get the squirming noodle to the door, “while they’re having breakfast?”

“Thank goodness, maybe they’ll spare me when the cops come to kill all of us.”

“Or a rival gang.”

They shove the weird version of Janus back into the Imagination and shake themselves off. Roman picks up a piece of paper and jots it down. 

“Is it just me,” Virgil mutters, “or are they getting…weirder?”

“This is the first real weird one you’ve seen.”

“That has some implications that I do not like.”

“Uh-huh.” Roman shudders. “Just you wait. They’ll get weirder.”

“Is it too late to back out of this?”

“No. I can stop asking you if you want.”

Virgil reaches out and knuckles Roman’s shoulder. “I’m kidding. I couldn’t leave you to deal with all of that on your own.”

Roman doesn’t look at him for a moment, fiddling with the fingers on one hand. “I dunno, it’s just…this is pretty much a direct result of me not being able to deal with my own problems by myself, so…I would understand if you wanted to stop having to deal with them.”

Virgil looks at him for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, he says: “you know, sometimes I struggle with feeling useful.”

Roman whips his head around. “What?”

“Well, you guys come up with ideas, I’m only here to…point out the problems. Not that I’m not saying that’s not useful, but like…I gotta wait until you do all your work before I can even think about doing mine, do you get what I mean?”

“I believe so…Virgil, you—“

“So when you ask me for help with this,” Virgil says, speaking smoothly over him, “it makes me feel useful. This…this helps me too.”

Roman stops, staring at him in something that’s almost wonder. “It does?”

“Yeah, Princey. We—we’re all damaged in some way. We just gotta find someone else whose damage is compatible with ours.”

Roman blinks a few times as a slow smile spreads across his face. “Why, Virgil. That was almost poetic.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really, I’d love to see what you could write—“

“Shut up!”

———

“Hey, Roman?”

Roman looks up from his desk. “What’s up?”

Virgil shifts his weight from side to side. “Can we—this is a stupid question.”

“I’ve adjusted my expectations accordingly.” He shuts his laptop and turns to face him. “What can I do for you?”

“Can…can we go into the Imagination?” When Roman pauses for a moment, he quickly keeps going. “It’s just—I know I see it a bit when we throw the others back in and there’s not really a big difference and it’s all what you make of it but I just—you know what? Never mind. This was stupid.”

“No, no—“ Roman quickly stands up to catch Virgil’s elbow as he turns to leave— “no, Virgil, it’s not stupid. I’d love to take you to the Imagination.”

“You…you would?”

“Yeah. Do you wanna go now?”

“Aren’t you busy?”

“Mindlessly scrolling, that’s it. Come on,” he coaxes, leading Virgil back toward the door, “it’ll be fun.”

Virgil keeps watching him warily until Roman manages to get them through the door. He closes it firmly behind them as Virgil stares around at the field they find themselves in, littered with wildflowers and grassy hills as it stretches out almost endlessly in front of them. 

“…whoa.”

“Do you like it?”

“Princey, this is…this is fucking pretty.”

Unbelievably, Roman feels himself start to blush. “You like it?”

“Fuck—yeah, Roman. This is—how do you not spend all of your time here?”

“Well, it gets a little boring just staring at fields of flowers forever, and sometimes—“

As if on cue, a massive bank of thunderclouds rolls in overhead and it begins to rain. 

“Sometimes it does that,” Roman sighs, already turning back to the Imagination door, “I’m sorry, I really can’t predict those, they just happen sometimes. Come on, you can borrow something dry, I don’t…”

He trails off when he notices Virgil’s not next to him. He looks back. 

Virgil stands in the middle of the flowers, his head tilted back toward the sky. The purple-black of his hoodie almost perfectly matches the purple-black of the clouds. His eyes close, feeling the rain on his face, hands slightly outstretched as if to welcome it. He looks—he looks—he—

Oh. 

Oh. 

“Virgil?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I—can I kiss you?”

Virgil looks at him and chuckles. “Getting real cliché, huh, Princey? Was this your plan?”

“N-no, not necessarily, I—wait, what? You’re not surprised?”

“I’m kinda surprised you asked first, but you are Romance.”

“You—you—“ Roman blinks. “Wait, you want to kiss me too?”

Virgil just grins and walks up to him. 

“Hi,” he murmurs as he kisses Roman, both of their eyes fluttering shut as the rain pours over them. 

Roman doesn’t need to worry about this not being the real Virgil. He’d never be capable of Imagining something as incredible as this. 

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[assarivanguard]

fuck you *transes your tav* because I am Who I Am

and you're so Fucking Real for that. we stan a consistent woman

okay so a while back you reblogged a post, this one to be exact, which lit a small fire under me

kohara is a little bit of expression about my Gender Woes, but (cult)ure shock was obviously not directly about kohara, so this fic is

originally i wasn't going to touch this entire topic with a 10ft pole because of the nature of how kohara would choose to present -- she thinks of herself as a woman, but Not Like This. she's gnc, but due to the nature of how she (and i) want to change our bodies, i didn't want to deal with the whole fetishizing chaser allegations, nor tread on other people's experiences of being transgender, and other bullshit i do Not have the energy for. especially with the accursed f*ta kink thing

it especially doesn't help that a huge chunk of this is smut, like i'm writing pure fucking filth. (but if i got the body i wanted, i'd be so fucking ecstastic it'd roll right over into confidently horny, lbr.)

but seeing that post i just. got the confidence to go for it -- it's my character, it's the story i want to tell, yeah her gender doesn't 100% make sense or fit into a neat box but that's kohara baybee!

it helps that nocturne is a great anologue as she is "traditionally" transgender and she's being Very Supportive of her big butch gf for the fic

as a bonus, have the opening paragraphs (not yet edited as i'm still writing):

It didn't start as a realisation. A sudden epiphany of something being wrong, and knowing exactly how to fix it. None of the sort. It was gradual, a slowly increasing feeling of wrongness, so gradual it'd sooner kill her in her sleep than be detected. Kohara knew she was incredibly butch, found comfort in her skin when dressed more masculine. She was born a woman -- but had never felt truly a woman. Not in this form she currently had. She supposes she really never had time to think about herself like that in detail. Becoming orphaned by Sharrans, becoming an ordained Selûnite cleric, travelling the Sword Coast, defeating the Absolute… it was only now, enjoying her cottage life with two beautiful girlfriends and more animals than a druid grove, that Kohara began to feel off. Maybe she always felt off.

#ask tag #writing tag #for context i am 100% afab nb but kohara considers herself a gnc woman or whatever. she's kohara.

[screampied]

I’m reading your stretch me out fic and I am NOT WELL. the way you write has me in absolute shackles YOU ARE MY FAV BLOGGER FOR A REASON IM MELTINHG

TOJI. “fuck are you even talkin about?” HE SOUNDS SOOOOOO 😻😻😻😻😻 AND THEN THE “bend that ass over” YES SIR. I love how the readers like “I think it’s some scientific” like I started laughing and then I READ THE WORDS “okay girl don’t piss me off” LIKE I BIT MY HAND??? HAVE MERCY ON ME VEGAS ITS 2PM.

not to mention that daddy commentary my eyebrow raised and I GIGGLED N WAS LIKE “OH WE DOIN THAT?? MKAYYYYY”

the talking through it. “listen to her with me” I WANT AND DESIRE THAT. “can’t fucking orgasm my ass” YEAH I JS CAME RIGHT THEN N THERE :333333

I’m writing as I go and I’m abt to read sukuna :3

OHH?? “shut the fuck up n gimme that orgasm, woman” GASP!! THE WOMAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK?? HELLO?????

that reassuring.. “don’t gotta be shy, it’s just you and me here” I’m gonna marry him ☹️ WHYS HE SWEET AWEEEE AND THE I LOVE YOU TOO BRAT I LOVE THIS

??? “say ah” I have no dignity. AHHHH!

GETO AND GOJO?? Im Done here. I actually CANNOT do this anymore. I’m not giving my opinion. the noises I just made were vile I’m not doing this.

if Choso whimpers I’m cooked. MAMA MIA HE DID EVEN MORE IM NOT GONNA SURVIVE THIS.

coughs

i liked your post vegas (I’m frothing at the mouth uncontrollably) and I hope you have a great rest of you day :3 (this will be running through my mind all day, ty 🙏🏾‼️)

— pearl anon 🤍

PEARLY BAE OMG U FLATTER ME u get me so geeked everytime 💔💔 i adore u my sweet 😋💟

BAAJAIFOOVHHKH i love making toji sassy it’s just canon to me in his eyes <3 LOOOOOL reader kills me bc wdym scientific that u can’t orgasm 🧖‍♀️ ?? toji’s like girl bye LOOOO i should have made him said that i would have been ROLLING.

AWWWWW i knoooow right, i love kuna bae sm even tho he’s just as much as an ass like toji PLS. me irl i’d fold instantly with them dirty talking me like that idk 🗿🗿🗿🫸. BYE UR SO SOKFHKBK. gojo n geto’s part i’ve been thinking about writing it nonstop so im glad i did 🌚

THANK YOU PEARLY !!!! 💟🪩☝️you too ! this was soooo sweet to wake up to, i hope u have a great rest of ur day also !!

#☆━━voicemails. #pearl anon #🧁

[okthatsgreat]

i am GRABBING YOU and SHAKING YOU. did you know your mikane is the craziest. did you. did you know that. last chapter drove me so far up the wall i am still yet to calmndown...... poor mikan. imagine ur emotionally repressed gf runs away again only for two children w the exact same problem to come barging through your door.

i have so many things to ask........ but i shan't ask them all. please please tell me anything about ur ideas for mikane in general or in oppdmh bc they're the most crazy insane yuri ever. OH RIGHT YEAH AND. the actual question. obviously opddmh mikan still struggles with anxiety, but how do you think she's changed in mentality and issues after everything that came after danganronpa? any issues outgrown or gained? morphed in some way? love ur work so much every time. u made me pause my utena rewatch and that is such a big compliment u do not even know

GRABS YOU SHAKES YOUSHAKESYOU SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU

talking about this fic, as always putting the answer under read more for people who dont wanna read lol!!!!!!!

OHHH MY GOD IM INSANE ABOUT THEMM. went into this fic knowing that i wanted mikan and akane to have their own povs because i thought theyd bring different perspectives, especially in comparison to makoto's pov. i knew what i wanted mikans story to involve and i had a vague idea about akanes (fun fact rantaro was originally gonna be kaito LOL) and then like two chapters into writing mikans point of view i was like waiiiitttt a minute. wait a minute hold on. what if they were in love. and what if they were so not normal about it

it made so much sense for the story i wanted both of them to tell that immediately i went into my notes and started pivoting a few things LMFAO. i just think that their relationship (or their pining at least lol) is able to neatly underline some of their core themes/issues in this fic, whether that be for better or for worse. through the lens of their relationship im hoping to convey mikan's sheer capacity of worry and insecurity, how she finds it difficult to move through life without another person to rely on even if she has done a bit of growing since the simulator and how that dependency affects her. and then of course akane's emotional repression is highlighted through their relationship (her forgetfulness, her inability to communicate, LEAVING all of the time), but also it's a great reminder of just how protective akane can get even if she isn't there. not to mention how worried she gets about mikan despite her absolute refusal to worry.

they care about each other to the point of unspoken codependency and while it is absolutely making both of them feel safe and happy it is still a reminder of their underlying problems. akane would do anything to avoid somebody thinking she is weak enough to be cared for. but all mikan can do is care and care and care about her. both of them are so willing to shoulder the problems of the other but neither of them want to be seen as burdens, so all they end up doing is silently dance around their issues until eventually somebody caves. INSANE YURI MOMENT

mikan still absolutely has anxiety LMFAO and dare i say..... she's...... kind of better????????????????????? or maybe not actually. going into this i had to think about how to write these characters in a way that felt true to who they are but also remembering that they have GROWN, even if danganronpa really makes them feel as if they havent lol. this is a mikan who has likely endured years of therapy, even if that therapy is SHIT at best. this is also a mikan who has been shoved into the spotlight rather forcibly and has basically been given the choice to adapt or die. so i probably shouldnt say that shes "better", it's more that shes had to modify herself to fit this new lifestyle of hers. she hasnt been given much of a choice, and i imagine shes had a few years to really fuck up and struggle before reaching this point. she is constantly in the spotlight and basically always under scrutiny, so ive sort of swayed away from her wanting attention and focused more on how she reacts to this attention-- shes grown bitter from the negative and she doesnt think she deserves most of the positive. it's this hurricane of problems with mikan and a lot of it involves her own struggle to view herself as a good person, which stems heavily from the insecurities she already had in her game and intensified by what happened outside of it. years of being seen as this iconic chapter three killer has absolutely worn her down a bit, but there is still a part of her that yearns for control over her life and the people surrounding it. she is still SO anxious, ive tried to really hammer home quite a few recurring symptoms with her like her nervous tics, sickness/lack of appetite, hair shedding, etc!! and she is extremely bitter about how shes been treated, too, which im hoping to elaborate on further on down the line. however she really, REALLY can not be passing out in front of cameras or throwing any fits about the exploitation shes endured since shes been a teen because the company she works for wont accept anything that isnt on brand. and underneath it all shes still that scared little kid that desperately wants to please

she's an older mikan but she is still very much hurting, not necessarily any less but in a way that's a bit different if that makes sense :)

you are SO FUCKING NICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33333333333

#god i cant wait for them to reunite LMAOOO its soooo close to happening #akane DRIVE FASTER!!!!!! RUN THE RED LIGHTS #opddmh #ask lee #kozuelovemail

[anzynai]

hey… requests are open so I am RUNNING to ur requests because my wife writes the best fics

pls write something for Akito and Ena because they constantly cloud my mind, it’d be so cute if it were about ena giving akito relationship advice or trying to find out who her lil brother likes<33 (COUGH COUGH TOYA)

I love you so very much mwah mwah mwah

Akito’s Crush

Ena and Akito Shinonome (Project Sekai)

a/n: ANGIE…. thank you. so much. for sending this ask. these two losers have been all i think about lately and i can’t stop thinking about how cute they are as siblings. i absolutely adore their dynamic and i rlly liked being able to write for them again. plus it’s my birthday so yk gotta treat myself!!!anyways i hope you enjoy!!

summary: when ena learns her brother has a crush, she’s determined to find out who it is. (read as platonic ONLY)

warnings: familial tickles, implied akitoya, not beta read

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“This is the last time I’m helping you with shopping.” Akito grumbled, glaring down at the bags Ena had forced him to carry for her.

“Yeah, yeah. Just help me out.” Ena rolled her eyes, not taking his statement seriously. He acted like this every time yet she would always manage to drag him out on her shopping trips. Akito clicked his tongue.

They were close to their home anyway. Not much longer until he could have some peace. Toya and him were planning to meet in the Sekai so that they could practice. They were performing a duet at the Live House, and while it wasn’t unusual for them to do so, Akito had suggested they make some adjustments and perfect some of the parts they’ve been struggling on.

“Say.. Akito.” Ena began, snapping her brother out of his reverie. He hummed, to show that he had heard and for her to continue. “You’ve been happier lately, you know?”

Akito was a little shocked to say the least. Had he really been that obvious? It was true that he was feeling a little more light recently but he hadn’t expected Ena to notice.

“You don’t have to act so surprised!” Ena pouted, crossing her arms. “It’s my duty as a big sister to pay attention to things like this.”

“Oh.”

“That’s how you’re going to respond? Come on, give me something here!” Ena squinted at him as if looking into his soul. Akito would be lying if the intense staring didn’t make him feel a little squeamish as he averted his eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to say…” Akito mumbled, sighing in relief since they had finally made it to their house. Ena moved forward and he took a step back to make sure he wasn’t in her way.

“Hm.. perhaps.. are you in a relationship?” Ena wondered, thoughtlessly as she unlocked the doors. Akito flinched as a rosy blush blossomed on his cheeks. It wasn’t the question, per say, that made the boy blush, but it was who came to mind when she asked it.

“No, I’m not.” He said, keeping his voice as neutral as possible but he felt it waver at the end. It wasn’t as if he was lying. It’s true that he and Toya weren’t dating.. but he didn’t know if he could call what they were now just friendship. As soon as she pushed the door open, he dashed inside, dropping the bags on the living room floor.

Ena followed after him, shocked that he had run away. “Hey! That reaction is suspicious? Why are you so flustered?”

“I’m not flustered!” Akito shouted, keeping his eyes on his bedroom. He hoped that he could get in there and escape his sister.

“You are dating someone, aren’t you?! Who is it?” Ena pressed on, curious to know who it was who had stolen her little brother’s heart.

“No one.” He murmured as he made his way into his room. Before he could shut his door, though, Ena had slid her way in.

“Come on, tell your big sister~” Ena smiled, sweetly. Except Akito knew it was anything but sweet. He opted for ignoring her because she would have to get bored eventually, right? He sat down on his bed, scrolling through his phone, trying his best to hide his grin at Ena’s annoyed expression. “Who is it~?” She continued, poking him in the side to get his attention.

Neither of them expected the squeak that left Akito’s lips. She paused, seemingly processing what she had done before a mischievous smirk had fallen onto her face. Before he could do anything, she had already pounced on him, squeezing his sides. He cursed himself for letting today be the one day he wore a t-shirt and a thin jacket compared to the thick hoodies he would usually wear. Surely, they would have provided more protection against Ena’s tickling fingers better than this!

“F-fuhuhuck off..” He whispered, trying to hold his reactions in. While Ena knew he was ticklish, the absolute last thing he wanted to do was talk about… feelings with her of all people. Sure, he knew he would have to talk to someone about his long-time crush on his partner but he would have to be crazy before he would admit it.

“Who’s the one who’s making my brother blush so much?” Ena asked, kneading her fingers between his sides and hips.

“Nohohoho ohohone!” Akito cried when he found he unable to hold his giggles in any longer. He tried prying Ena’s hands from his torso but his arms felt like jelly.

“That’s a lie and you know it!” Ena half-heartedly glared at her brother, deciding now would be a good time to get into a more secure spot so he couldn’t knock her off the bed. She moved towards the middle of his bed—which was fairly large, sitting on his legs.

“Ehehehehena! Dahahahamit, stahahap!” Akito pounded his fists on the bed when Ena decided to scratch at his tummy, noting how his laughter had significantly rose. It had been one of his bad spots since they were young and Ena had never been shy to exploit that knowledge. She had recently gotten her nails done with Mizuki, which she knew would drive Akito crazy.

“Come on~ you know what you have to do to make this all stop.” Ena laughed as her finger danced around his navel. Teasingly and slow, almost torturous for the male.

“Nohohoho, gehehehet awahahahay f-from mehehehe!” Akito shrieked, trying to twist away. He kicked his legs but they didn’t really go anywhere since she was sitting on them.

“Tickle, Tickle~ Honestly, Akito, you’re so ticklish I’m surprised you’re still not giving up.” Ena teased, relishing in how she had successfully made her brother more flustered than he already was. “Well, I guess I could understand it. You’ve always been a stubborn boy.”

“S-shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!” He spat, trying to send her a glare but with the redness of his cheeks and the smile on his face, it didn’t look at all threatening.

“So rude~ I’ve been so kind to you, I haven’t even gone for your worst spot.” Ena rolled her eyes, causing Akito’s own eyes to widen frantically when he had realized he had just dug his own grave.

“Dohohon’t y-yohohou dahaHAHAHARE- wahAHAHAIT!” Akito squealed— yes, squealed, embarrassingly high pitched as Ena reached to poke and squeeze his thighs. The thighs. They had always been a god awful spot for him that even Toya was kind enough to give him enough mercy to not tickle them there most of the time.

“You did this to yourself, Akito. You know, I’ll stop if you just tell me who you’re in love with!” Ena reminded him, luckily, because he was going crazy and any longer, he might’ve forgotten what got him into this mess in the first place.

“NAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO EHEHEHENA!!” Hysterical giggles poured from the male’s mouth as his shook with laughter. He was beginning to feel almost light headed from laughing too much and his face felt sore. Without any pride left, he shouted, “IHIHITS TOHOHOYA!”

As promised, Ena stopped tickling her brother immediately. She barely gave him any time to recover from his near-death experience (which was definitely not exaggerated) before she spoke up.

“Toya, huh?” She smiled, content with herself. She scratched her chin as she gave him some thought. “I guess it does make sense.”

“Makes sense?” Akito questioned.

“I’ve never seen your emotions so open with anyone else but him.” She replied, as Akito pondered that. Was that true? He never really noticed but perhaps it was because he was too busy pining.

Ena spoke again before he could. “Are you going to confess?”

“No way.” He said, gruffly as if it was odd for her to even ask such a question in the first place. To be honest, he had always given the idea of confessing some thought, he always been too afraid to.

“Ehhh, why? You’ve definitely got a chance!” Ena rested her chin to her head as she scooted to sit beside Akito. Akito turned to her.

“Really?” He asked, though he felt he may have sounded too excited. He coughed, awkwardly.

“I always thought so. I think you should give it a shot.” Ena giggled, waiting for whatever Akito would say next. He yawned; the tickling really had done a number on him.

“Mm.” He hummed, not quite ready to reveal that he thought there would be no way someone like Toya could ever reciprocate his feelings.

“Well, I’m tired.” Ena broke the silence after it had been a couple of minutes. She stood up, stretching. It wasn’t too late but she had been shopping all day so she decided it would be nice to take a nap. Akito said nothing in response as Ena made her way to the door. He picked up his phone before Ena turned around. “Oh, and Akito,” He looked up. “If you do decide to confess and something happens, I’ll be here for you, you know.”

With that, she left and if ever asked about that night again, Akito would never say that he smiled upon hearing that.

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A week later, when Ena saw Toya and Akito holding hands, she sent him a knowing smile. Akito didn’t exactly reciprocate it but he expressed enough that she had played some hand in it.

The moment was over when Ena started making kissy faces, never wanting to miss an opportunity to tease her younger brother, to which he promptly flipped her off. She only laughed but she couldn’t help but be proud of her brother.

#akito shinonome #ena shinonome #shinonome siblings #tickling #tickle fic #project sekai #proseka #pjsekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #colorful stage #ticklish!akito #lee!akito #ler!ena #jai’s fic

[goobtopia]

the plus size reader blurb you wrote was useless. ‘cute little ass’ talking about a plus sized reader and at online did you mention that the reader was plus sized. really POOR work from you icl.

okay yeah i am so sorry i didn’t feel great abt posting it either and i changed the line cuz that was literally so grossly misplaced i should not have posted that without realizing how that sounded?? i was going for ‘little’ in a way that was adjacent to ‘tight’ but that’s so totally on me for not taking that out before i posted it.

im trying not to ramble ah but i spent some time reading plus sized fics to see what else i did wrong and in most other fics i found the fact the reader is plus sized is only mentioned if the plot revolved around them being plus sized and those fics were all about the reader being insecure in their bodies which i’m not gonna be posting about for many reasons.

im also hesitant to use physical descriptors because those aren’t one size fits all and making any mention of being plus-sized feels hollow to me unless it’s like essential to the plot or something because plus-sized people’s existence doesn’t revolve around their body type. it felt weirder to me to try and write something super specific because i can’t pretend i understand the experience and everyone is different so the more specific i get the more i alienate people who i’m trying to include. it also did not feel right mentioning it anywhere because the request/plot didn’t call for the reader’s size to be mentioned, just that the reader was that size.

of course, as u pointed out, i most definitely failed at trying to write neutral bodies in my recent blurb i absolutely should have been more careful and thoughtful. i take full responsibility and blame for that cuz that’s on me, and ur so right anon that was very poor work on my part. i will be reading more and educating myself to see where i can do better to be inclusive without being completely neutral as to be more inclusive in my writing and be way more careful checking my works from now on so i don’t make a mistake like this again and offend anyone because i truly want anyone and everyone to be able to enjoy what i write.

again i am deeply sorry if you were affected by my last post, while i can assure that being negative about any body type was not my intent nor is that reflective of my own feelings, my impact was just that and that is my fault and i am so sorry if you or anyone else was hurt by my words. thank you for the criticism anon.