#(This has been sitting in my drafts for like two or three days bc I kept forgetting to post it oops dkjgjkldjkg)

[uluvjay]

Unexpected- W. Smith

Will Smith x Hughes! Sister

In which your brothers were not expecting to find a boy in your bed when they came to visit

Warnings?; cursing, anxiety, judgmental brothers, fluff, sorry for any errors!

“Dude just use your key.” Quinn grumbled to Jack as he continued to knock on your apartment door.

“I don’t want to invade her privacy.” Jack huffed.

“She came into our apartment to surprise us that one time.” Luke shrugged reminding his brother of the time they came home to find you on their couch.

“What if she’s like-i don’t know..not decent?” Jack cringed.

“Oh my god-move, I’ll just use mine.” Quinn huffed as he pushed his younger brother out of the way.

The boys had been texting you nonstop attempting to get an answer from you especially after their consistent knocking hadn’t worked and Quinn was tired of waiting.

Jack and Luke played the bruins in two days and having a short gap in his schedule Quinn decided to join his brothers on a surprise visit to their baby sister before he had to return to a hectic season.

Pushing open the sleek door of your apartment they were met with your natural vanilla scent, by the door was your messy shoe rack, umbrellas, coats, your keys on a hook, and hockey sticks-wait, why the hell would you have that many hockey sticks?

“Why does she hav-ow what the?” Luke began but was cut off as his foot came into contact with a hefty hockey bag and he went stumbling forward.

“Umm..why the hell is there usa hockey bag in her entryway?” Jack questioned, looking between his brothers with a raised eyebrow.

“The fuck are you asking us for?” Quinn spoke quietly.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because you dumbass her keys are here, which means she’s probably sleeping still.” Quinn replied.

The boys looked around your apartment a bit more, keeping quiet as they walked through the living room area and kitchen.

Jack and Quinn knew the layout well as this was their graduation gift towards you, they felt unsafe with you living on campus and despite your protests when you opened the box revealing keys, you had been living here since the fall.

“Uh guys..there’s a gold medal on her living room table.” Luke choked.

“What?” Jack asked as he rushed in from the kitchen.

Meeting his brothers in the living room his eyes met the good medal that was in fact sitting pretty in the middle of your coffee table.

“Usa bag, sticks, and a gold medal? Shes dating one of the Bc guys that just won at world juniors. She has to be.” Luke laughed looking up at his older brothers.

Jack was the first to take off down the hall and towards your cracked bedroom door, both defensemen following closely behind him.

Quietly pushing your door open they found you asleep on your back, a Boston college hockey shirt on, thank god Jack thought.

And on your chest was a head of blonde curls, one of your hands resting on the boys shoulder peacefully while one of his arms was thrown around your waist.

Retreating to your living room the three men huddled together.

“He looks familiar.” Jack spoke up.

“His name is will something, he just got drafted.” Luke confirmed remembering his face from the draft.

“It’s Will smith. He went fourth overall to the sharks.” Quinn spoke showing his brothers the boy’s Instagram page.

“What do we do now?” Luke questioned, not sure where they should go from here.

“We wait.” Jack smirked and moved to make himself comfortable on your large sectional.

-

A little over an hour later they heard soft voices coming from your room, quite good mornings and the sound of lips connecting.

“Breakfast?” They heard you question and will confirm with a soft yeah.

Making your way out of your bedroom and down the hall you felt your heart drop into your stomach and a scream escape at the sight of three large figures sat on your couch.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” You shrieked once you realized it was your brothers.

“Came to see you, why? Is there something your hiding from us?” Jack smirked as his eyes dropped from you to gold medal on your table and back to you.

You followed his eyesight and worry filled you as you remembered that your boyfriend, who was fresh out of Sweden had all of his things here, the boyfriend your brothers also have no idea about.

“Shit. J-just give me a second.” You groaned as you turned around and pushed a curious Will back into your room before shutting the door.

“Everything okay?” He questioned as the noticeable worry etched on your face.

“My brothers are here.” You spoke quietly.

“Your brothers? As in all three?” Will asked.

“Yep.” You spoke popping the ‘p’ before continuing.

“Came to surprise me, turns out they were a bit more surprised when they found all of your usa stuff.” You laughed.

“Wh-what uh, what are we going to do?” He coughed.

It’s not that Will was necessarily scared of your brothers, he’d already met your parents and talked to your dad regularly about hockey. But brothers are different, especially your brothers. You four have a bond he’s never seen before and the protectiveness they have over you is strong.

“You’re going to have to come out and meet them.” You shrugged.

“Right now?”

“No tomorrow at four. Yes right now will! They’re literally sitting in my living room waiting.” You spoke.

“Okay.” He breathed.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s do this” he nodded confidently.

“I love you and you know I wont let them kill your right?” You laughed as you took his cheeks into your hands.

“I know, I love you too.” He smiled and you placed a light kiss on his lips before turning around and leading him into your living room.

To say the sight In front of him wasn’t intimidating wouldn’t be a lie, despite being around the same height as all three men their broody stance snd interrogating stares had will feeling a bit nervous.

The three nhl stars were dressed in all black, hoodies, joggers, and beanies as they stood around the living room table looking Will up and down.

“Boys this is my boyfriend Will, Will these are my brothers, Jack, Quinn, and Lukey.” You smiled.

Despite the circumstances you were happy to have your brothers here and it felt good to be back in their presence.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Will smiled as he reached a hand out.

All three looked at his hand but Quinn was the first to move in and shake it, locking wills hand in a tight grip.

The other two followed after Quinn, their grips just as if not tighter around Wills hand. You could see the gears turning in Luke’s head and that soon questions would be flying out left and right, and before you started to answer them you needed food.

“Why don’t we talk over breakfast? There’s an amazing place down the street.” You suggested and thankfully everyone agreed to a nice meal.

-

Forty-five minutes later you were all gathered at a table at the small restaurant down the road, coffees in your brothers hands while you and Will both chose a nice glass of Oj.

“So” Quinn coughed, “how’d you two meet?”

“Izzy is dating his friend Ryan, they introduced us and we hit it off pretty well so we exchanged numbers and went on a few dates. The rest was history after that.” You smiled.

Izzy was your best friend from back home, the boys knew her so well she was practically another sister to them and she was a big contributor to your decision to come to Boston college instead of Umich.

“Hmm, where’d you take her for the first date?” Luke spoke up.

“Mini golf, got my ass kicked though. Didn’t realize someone could be so good at it.” Will laughed at the memory.

“Y/n is an amazing golfer, she does it quite a bit over the summers.” Jack nodded.

“Best in the family i’d say.” You smirked.

“Okay don’t get ahead of yourself now.” Luke scoffed.

“So you’re a sharks prospect right?” Jack asked.

“Uh yeah, they drafted me this past spring.” Will smiled.

The questions kept up until the food came, but they began to get more relaxed and generic after a while. The boys began to asked will more about school and how it was a world juniors and soon they were all sharing laughs.

“You know, that wasn’t really the way I wanted to find out my baby sister had a boyfriend but you’re a cool kid Will.” Quinn smiled.

“Thank you, she’s amazing. Out my league really.” Will blushed as you elbowed him in his side.

“That’s true, but as long as you treat her right and make her happy then we like you.” Jack spoke softly.

“But don’t think we won’t flatten your ass out on the ice if you ever hurt her.” Luke smirked.

Will nodded with a winded expression and and awkward silence crowded the table before the ringing of Quinn’s phone broke through.

“Oh, it’s mom.” He smirked right at Will and it took everything in you to hold down your laugh.

“Hey mom!” He greeted her warmly.

“Hi sweetie, just checking if you got into your sisters.” She spoke.

“Oh yeah we got in, found quite the surprise to.” Jack laughed.

“Oh really? What happened.”

Quinn turned the screen around to show your mother Will and while they were all expecting her to freak out their expressions dropped the second they heard her voice.

“Will! How are you doing honey?” She asked excitedly.

“I’m good Mrs. Hughes, how about you.” Your boyfriend smiled.

“Oh I told you to knock that Mrs. Hughes off! I’m good though honey thank you for asking.” She smiled.

“Let me find Jim really fast, he’ll want to say hi.” Your mother spoke up.

You released a giggle at the shock and confusion that was written on your brother’s faces. Their eyebrows were all pulled together as they shared a look of confusion.

“Will! How are you buddy.” Your father greeted.

“I’m good Jim, how about you?”

“I’m good son, my boys haven’t given you and my girl any trouble have they?”Your father questioned.

“No, it’s been okay.” Will laughed.

The conversation kept up for a moment but your mother ultimately decided to hang up when Jack kept whining about her not telling them you had a boyfriend.

“I can’t believe they knew!” He groaned.

“I told them first, wanted to make sure they liked him.” You shrugged.

“This is unbelievable.” He pouted and that’s how the rest of your day continued until your mom apologized and offered to bake him his favorite homemade goods the next time she visited.

-



#will smith hockey #will smith hockey x reader #will smith hockey imagine #will smith x reader #will smith blurb #nhl #nhl fanfiction #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #boston college #hughes reader!

[skribblezcorner]

HELLO AGAIN!!1111!!!! based off of @bidisastersanji's post about Sanji not being able to sit like a normal person (its cause hes a homo). i kind of took the hc and ran w it but thats okay hee hee

Also from Law's pov bc i love him so much and i wanted to try!! hope yall enjoy!!!!!!!!&!%@^#&^(!*#^$W yeah

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Law prides himself on being a very observant person.

It seems he wasn't looking hard enough when he made the mistakes that led him here, sulking under an umbrella on the deck of Luffy's ship.

After Dressrosa, Law was never supposed to see his crew again. That plan was thrown out the window by a certain straw-hatted pirate, and now he's hitching a ride to Zou with this absolute circus that is Luffy's crew.

It's been a week since Law came aboard, and the more he looks, things get weirder and weirder. Specifically, their chef.

The first time they met, the man was well-mannered, minus his attitude towards women and cigarette habit. However, Law finds him ever more strange after every interaction they have on the Sunny.

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The first time Law notices something off is when he happens on Sanji in the galley. He understands being awake in the wee hours of the night, but not like this.

Law finds the man still fully dressed in his three-piece at three in the morning, sitting - no, crouching - on his chair and poring over a cookbook. His cigarette dangles loosely from his mouth as he mutters something unintelligible to himself and brings his knees together to rest his chin on top of them.

What the fuck, Law thinks, and as if the chef heard his internal monologue, a blonde head whips around to face him standing at the door.

Sanji's wide-eyed, slightly disheveled face stares back at him, and his neck is uncomfortably craned so he can look directly at Law. The pair look at each other awkwardly, and after a moment of silence he just...closes the door.

This is not Law's ship. It is none of his business, and he will go back to the men's quarters to sleep.

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This keeps happening the longer Law stays on Luffy's ship, and every day he notices how rarely the Sunny's resident cook takes a break. In addition to that, he also can't help but notice exactly how Sanji chooses to rest.

Whether he's chatting with Robin in the library the lawn or napping with the swordsman on the lawn, it's always with one leg up on the seat, both slung over the back of a chair, or contorted into a position that shouldn't be humanly possible.

Law finds it mildly concerning, but no one else on the crew seems to mind when Sanji stops bustling for half a second and decides to perch himself somewhere (not unlike a gargoyle, Law thinks), so he leaves it alone.

---

Once, he spots the chef sleeping on deck with Zoro, but... upside down. As in, the swordsman is leaning on the mast and Sanji is resting his feet on Zoro's shoulders while his back is on the ground. It looks extremely uncomfortable. He also spots Zoro crack open his eye to peer down at the man, before closing it with a very resigned expression on his face and a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Again, this is not his ship and Law most certainly does not want to open that can of worms right now. He leaves the two in peace and hopes they figure it out by themselves.

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ik its not the best but this has been in my drafts for like a week and if i dont post it now im gonna forget about it for like three months so... you guys can have it yeah !! i didn't proofread this either so please lmk if there are mistakes

ANYWAYS Spawned a brand new hc that bc Sanji was locked up for like 5 years he had to teach himself stuff and develops the muscle memory for it wrong and just self-corrects in front of other ppl after learning the right way to do it. i might explore that in a longer fic at a later date, we'll see.

ALSO!!!! by popular demand(read: one person) im gonna start posting on my ao3 soon. Im under SkribblezCorner over there and all my zosan ficlets will be compiled into a series soon! watch out for that yall

#trafalgar law #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #nico robin #idk shes mentioned so #sanji being a strange little man #zosan if you squint #black leg sanji #ficlet #help i need sleep #sanji brainrot

[joesanrio]

They’re here | R.R

Summary: Ever since Nova had the baby, they’ve only gotten a hand full of visits. But now the whole family gets to see the golden baby.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || Established relationship

Warnings: Uses real names, Baby cries, BabyDaddy!Joe, and that’s all bcs it’s just a big pound of Fluff.

Word count: 1047

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: I’ve been writing so much new stuff that I keep forgetting abt the two drafts, they'll come out eventually.

Part one: Want to see her? | Fluff

@bakugoumarianawrites (sorry for the wait)

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“What did you do to my baby?” I gasp when Joe walks in holding the baby with a small mohawk, “She thinks it’s nice, don’t you Lala! See.” He coos at her making her squeal. All I did was ask him to bathe her, not be a hairstylist. “Mommy!” She reaches out when Joe passes her to me as he goes back to the bathroom to get her lotion.

“You don’t have to lie baby… we both know you had no choice.” I whisper to her before smoothing her curly hair down as she leans her face onto my chest and continues to let out a random babble.

He comes back with her lotion, and I finish getting her dressed for the day. “We are matching, you look cuter though.” I smile as I admire her in her cute outfit that’s the same color scheme as mine.

We were going to a cookout with family and a couple of close friends at Jon and Trinity’s house, “Oh look at my princess!” Joe exclaims as he picks Nalani up from the bed. “Lala!” She points to herself as he nods amused at her little voice.

I leave the room to pack her bag with all her necessities and about three toys. “She has her stuff animal, right?” I shout from the other room down the hall, “No, It’s in the living room.” I heard him reply.

“Alright, everything is ready.” I say as I toss her bag onto my other shoulder and Joe comes down the hall holding the baby. When passing the living room, I stop to grab her plush hello kitty off the couch.

“Don’t be sassy with me Nalani, you know my joke was funny.” Joe chuckles as she looks unamused at her father. She squeals loudly when she sees me with the toy, I hand it to her, and she immediately hugs it while Joe sets the alarm.

[Jon and Trin’s House 3:45pm]

“Is that Lala!” Trinity exclaims when she opens the door revealing the music and chatter of family, before she scoots to the side so we can enter. “It’s been forever since we seen her!” Jon said coming around the corner fixing his hat, before giving us a hug. “Jayla has been asking when y’all would be here, all damn day.” Jon joked, making us laugh.

We all headed to the living room where some older members of the family were at. “Oh, I remember when you were a baby, now you have one of your own!” Joe’s great Aunt smiled as we greeted her, “She’s beautiful. Looks just like Nova.” She winked at me before sitting back down on the couch.

 “Isn’t she so big now!” Trinity said as Joe placed the car seat on the corner of the couch, “Bae! Look at her dimples.” Trin said pointing at Nalani’s cheek. “She is only 7 months old. Tell them you’re still small!” I coo at my baby as she immediately smiles, unbuckling her from the car seat.

Joe and Jon already having their own conversation as I pick her up, “Girl! Your body definitely snapped back huh?” Trinity had me spin for her. “You think so?” I smile as I follow her to the outside patio, “Girl yes, your waist is like whoop while you booty is like boom!” She creates sound effects with her mouth causing me to giggle at her silliness.

After greeting everyone, I was finally able to sit down. “Auntie Nova! I can watch Lala for you?” Jayla requests as she clasps her hands together, “I don’t want you babysitting! You should go have fun.” I smile, but Jayla pouts. “Please! Look- she totally wants to go with me.” She begs as Nalani almost falls out of my arms trying to get to Jayla, “Okay, but whenever you get tired bring her back to me.” I say as we pinkie promise, and I pass her the baby. “We are going to have so much fun!” Jayla smiles before heading back in the house.

“Here…”  Joe says coming up from behind me before sitting down in the empty chair on the side of me, he hands me my favorite drink. “You look gorgeous.” He whispers in my ear with a small smile making my heart flutter, “Thank you.” I kiss his cheek before he goes off engaging in a conversation with the rest of his cousins.

“Where’s the baby?” Trinity asks coming back from the kitchen with a glass of champagne, “With Jayla.” My head tilting towards the house. “Tamina and Mercedes drove together, so they should be here soon.” Trinity mentioned as she looked at the time on her phone. The rest of the girls nodding as we began to talk about random stuff, and how much we missed each other.

--- 8:13pm

“Mommy!” Nalani cried as I tried to calm her down, she was never a big fan of loud noise when she was trying to sleep, but neither was I. “Oh my baby, I know.” I coo at her as she cries along my chest while I bounce her in my arms gently, “What’s wrong?” Joe enters the room concerned as it’s been a while since we first entered.

His eyes quickly fell onto the baby, “Why she crying?” he asked as he grabbed her from my arms delicately. “She’s sleepy but it’s too loud.” I say while looking in her bag for her pacifier, though she seems to be calming down now that she’s in Joe’s arms.

He pats her back gently as he goes to sit down on the bed himself, “See, you’re okay.” He whispers to the now sniffling baby. “Oh, so not fair.” I whisper as I playfully glare at Joe, in return he sticks his tongue out at me before grabbing the pacifier I handed out to him. “Don’t be a hater because she’s a daddy’s girl.” He places the pacifier in her mouth, “Whatever.” I giggle before sitting beside them.

Not even 5 minutes later, she was knocked out on Joe’s chest before he laid her down in the make-shift pillow barrier I created so she doesn’t roll off the bed. “She’s just like you.” Joe whispered as he looked at Nalani with small hearts in his eyes.

Nalani’s Nickname: Lala

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #joe anoa’i fluff #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns fic #wwe superstars #jey uso #jimmy uso #trinity fatu #the usos #wwe x oc #wwe roman reigns #wwe fanfiction #joesanrio

[wooahaes]

strawberry cheesecake

pairing: non-idol?han x gn!reader [reader has a uterus/is menstruating]

word count: 1.0k~

warnings: menstruation tw. food tw. this was meant to be non-idol but honestly read it however you like, idc. reader gets kind of emotional bc have you ever had really good food when ur having a bad day? its healing. also this isnt proofread.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute boy and enjoy cheesecake w him and then take a lil nap while being comforted... han would understand me on the cheesecake part. he would. also this has been sitting in my drafts for three months. be free.

“Oh, hey! Sorry to bother you, but, uh... Why did Jisung tear ass out of here like... maybe ten minutes ago?”

You’d been half-asleep when Chris called you for the third time in five minutes. Work was tiring, you were exhausted and ache-y, and you had opted to collapse into bed for a quick nap before you made dinner and relaxed for a few hours. Of course, fifteen minutes after you laid down and barely five minutes after you fell asleep, your phone had started ringing. And of course, it was the Christopher Bang himself, calling about your boyfriend like you kept tabs on his every move.

“No clue. Bye, Chris--”

“I’m asking because he mentioned your name,” he said before you could hang up. “Did something happen? Like. He heard someone mention what time it is, said ‘oh, shit’ and then booked it out and said he’d be back in maybe an hour. I mean, we’re not busy or anything, but if you needed something--”

“What?” You squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck, you were still feeling a headache coming on. “Chris, I don’t know why he would--”

Immediately, you heard the sound of your front door being bust open and the sound of footsteps. Your bedroom door opened after a moment, and there stood Jisung with a plastic bag in one hand.

“Is that him?”

“That’s him,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll text you later.”

Jisung quickly made his way over to you, setting the bag aside carefully as he sat down in front of you. “I didn’t forget!”

You stared at him. “Uh. Hi, baby--Everything okay?”

“This morning,” he opened the plastic bag, “you said you wanted cheesecake after you got off work. I was going to bring it by sooner, I just--I got caught up with the guys, and then--”

He pulled out two containers of cheesecake from one of your favorite cafes to frequent with him. The strawberries and whipped cream were packaged separate, and there was something cute about the way Jisung was careful to make sure they were still sealed as he set them on top of your slice--setting his own strawberries with yours.

“And then I had to order and wait and--and it didn’t take long, but I was supposed to come straight here, and...” He trailed off, looking up at you. “Do you feel okay? Did you eat? And take medicine?” He frowned. “Baby.” He set the containers aside as he began to look you over. “Is your head hurting? I know you sometimes get migraines--do I need to grab medicine?” he said, his voice a little softer now. “I promise I didn’t forget until now--”

You gently clasped a hand over his mouth, “Honey. It’s okay.” You said, “I forgot I even said that.” You couldn’t help but smile, pulling your hand away so that you could plant a tiny kiss against the corner of his mouth. “But it’s really sweet you brought me cheesecake.”

Jisung was blushing when you planted another tiny kiss against his lips, just soft and chaste as could be. “Do you want it now? I can put it in the fridge if you aren’t hungry.”

“What about you?” You said. “I thought you were hanging out with the guys.”

He reached for his phone, pulling it out--angling the screen just right so that you could catch a glimpse of missed calls and texts from his friends (which must have come before Chris decided to outright just call you instead). “I think I scared them.”

“Chris said all you said was my name and ‘oh, shit’ before you booked it out,” you said, “so they probably thought I was dying.”

He frowned at his phone for a moment before looking back up at you. “I can stay long enough to eat cheesecake with you,” he said. “I’ll text the group chat.”

Jisung had looked away from you, watching you break into your cheesecake. When you tried to return his small container of strawberry sauce to him, he pushed it back to you--insisting that you could have it today. He finally looked back to you a few moments later after sending a quick text, only to notice the way you were sitting there, fork still in your mouth and tearing up.

“Is it bad? I can go somewhere--”

You shook your head, fighting back tears. Jisung had ran to get you this cheesecake and was apologetic because he knew how bad your periods could get. Maybe it was the hormones, but something about the combination of a caring boyfriend going out of his way to make you happy and the sweetness of a slice of cheesecake was enough to make you want to cry. 

“Do you need medicine?” He asked a moment later, watching you. His hair fell into his eyes, and you watched the way he brushed it back. “Just tell me what you need, okay? Is today bad?”

Another shake of your head as you took another bite of cheesecake, rattling off something about how you just really loved him. He had smiled at you a moment later as your words fully sank in, and he shifted so that he could be sitting closer to you.

“I really love you, too,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Despite what he said earlier about staying long enough to eat with you, you managed to get Jisung to cuddle with you for what was meant to be a few minutes. He pulled you into his arms, already starting to curl up closer and closer to you.

“You said you’d go back,” you reminded him, yet still snuggling in. He was holding your heating pad in place, and the last thing you truly wanted was for him to leave you when your cramps had yet to die down. “Jisungie,” you whined, just to tease him. “Neglecting your friends for me...”

He planted a tiny peck into your neck. “I’ll go in a few minutes.”

(And yet he stayed right there with you, dozing off faster than you did... even with the numerous texts from most of his friends later on asking where he went. Chris merely texted you to make sure both of you rested well.)

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

#wooahaes.fic #han jisung x reader #han jisung fluff #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz x you #stray kids imagine #skz fics #stray kids fics #skz fluff #han jisung x you #stray kids fluff #i literally almost forgot to add tags to this fic.

[kittyt-hexxed]

hey babes 😄

Hope you're doing alright- sorry you're sick!

Just messaging you bc my birhtday is tmrw aand i was wondering if i could maybe get a birthday fic?

If not that's completely fine, ur health is ur priority and i understand that!

It doesn't have to be anything special, maybe just something from your drafts abt one of the arcane women?

Thanks either way!

Stay safe, feel better and have a beautiful week 😙

-Zee

Author Note: Happy Birthday, Zee! I’ve noticed your constant support and I wanted to say thank you! I do notice when people are active with my posts. This was sitting in my drafts wondering if it’d see the sun, and now it has the chance. Funnily enough, it has an underlying birthday theme, so I thought it’d be perfect! Once again, Happy Birthday! 😘 ~Kit

Nefarious Negotiations

Warnings: Deputy Chief!Reader - Inappropriate use of work hours, Making Out, Sexual Tension, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Subtle Strip Tease, Degradation, Strap-On use, Choking, Visible Bruises, Secret Walk of Shame, Sevika pockets your panties

Summary: On the night of your birthday, Marcus begs you to negotiate on his behalf for the release of a newbie Enforcer that got in trouble. Annoyed, you head into the Undercity to meet up with Silco, only to find out you’re meeting with Sevika instead. The meeting rapidly takes a turn when the sexual tension between you two becomes too much to handle.

You were internally cursing out Marcus for sending you into Zaun so late at night. You had filed away the last of your reports for the evening when your boss and best friend barged into your office. From the look on his face, you knew this was going to be a late night. You were already mourning the birthday cake you’d been thinking about all day. That was intensified when he begged you to do some bargaining on his behalf. Apparently, a new recruit had gotten too cocky and ran their mouth in the wrong company. He had to go home to his sick daughter and as his Deputy Chief, it’s up to you to pick up where he left off. Naturally, you agreed even if it was your birthday, but this wasn’t how you imagined spending it.

You and Marcus were childhood friends and you joined the Academy three years after he did. Because of your diplomacy, Grayson had you working closely with the Councilors and higher-ups, so you weren’t involved with regular civilians. You were the one Marcus came to after what happened, and you tossed him out of your apartment in your anger. If it wasn’t for his sweet little daughter at home, they would’ve been burying another body. But, you knew he couldn’t function without you, so you ended up getting involved to keep things from going to shit.

The other Enforcers knew you were a force to be reckoned with. If you caught them slacking off or acting in a manner unfit for an Enforcer, you’d tear them a new one. They were, rightfully, scared of you. No one could understand how someone as kind as you could have a mean bone in your body. Marcus’ meetings with Silco were usually held at night, as he didn’t want people to get caught up in this scandalous situation. So, that didn’t change with this one.

The two bodyguards outside the building stare at you as you approach. Your Enforcer uniform was a bit different from the others. Since you work closely with high society, your uniform was altered to fit in as requested by the Councilors. Thigh-high boots, a shorter skirt on your dress that skims the top of your boots, and a ribbon in your hair. High society wasn’t as proper as they liked to have others believe. You caught many of them staring at your ass or trying to coax you into bed with them. Some especially sly woman caught you at the end of your shift when it wouldn’t be improper to invite you over for some wine. When you came here, you knew ahead of time so you wore the traditional uniform, not this one.

“Back without your boss, sidekick?” One of the guards sneers, crossing his arms over his chest. You roll your eyes at the stupid nickname.

“I’m here as a replacement for this meeting. Personal reasons. Who’s waiting for me?” You put a hand on your hip.

“Sevika. Silco’s out on personal matters.” The other guard chimes in, “She’s on the floor. Poker tables.” They open the doors for you and you wave them off. ‘I guess this is a meeting for the right-hands, huh? This is shit better go smoother than the ones between our bosses. It’s like pulling teeth listening to those two negotiate.’ All eyes are on you the moment you step into the building. It’s not hard to find Sevika, who’s lounging around the poker table with a drink. You make eye contact with her as you approach, the others scattering with a wave of her hand. She was a woman you respected and had sexual tension with. How couldn’t you? Sevika is unfairly attractive and you knew all about Silco’s right-hand woman… maybe a bit too much from your personal research. Even as you take a seat, you don’t break eye contact with her. If you did, you’d be a puddle from her muscles alone. You didn’t see women of Sevika’s physique in Piltover, and there was something about those muscles of hers that did it for you. You weren’t shy to admit to yourself that you were fantasizing about her when you were in bed.

“So I guess we're both here picking up our bosses' slack.” You muse, crossing your legs and resting your chin on your hand.

“That we are.” Sevika says casually, “So let’s get to business… One of your little newbies was saying some shit in the wrong company. He got jumped, they beat the crap out of him and one of my crew kindly interfered before they could choose to kill him.” She takes a drink and your eyes follow the small movement of her throat as she swallows. You didn’t even think it was possible to have such a muscular neck. You tsk, feeling annoyance rise through you along with something else. You hated those aggrogant little shits who thought being an Enforcer meant they could run their mouths. When you get your hands on this guy, he’ll be target practice so he learns to watch himself.

“Something tells me he deserved it.” You click your tongue, crossing your arms, “But, thank you for stepping in even though it wasn’t from the kindness of your heart… What are you looking for in return? It has to be something we can legally provide.” You uncross your legs, only to recross them the other way. Sevika’s eyes had flickered down as you did, catching a glimpse of your garter. It was your subtle way of celebrating your birthday while working.

“What’s an Enforcer like you doing wearing a garter underneath an outfit like that?” Sevika smirks slyly, “That’s not a uniform I’m familiar with, or are you a fake Enforcer for tonight?” You can’t help but blush slightly at the implication. While you’ve gotten many flirty remarks thrown at you in this, no one has ever equated you to a stripper. ‘Not that I mind her comparing me to one…’

“I’m not a fake Enforcer.” You clear your throat, turning your head to hide your blush, “This is my normal uniform. I work with Piltover’s high society and my real bosses had some… adjustments. The garters are my special addition for today.”

“You must be quite the attention whore to wear those, knowing that people will be staring.” Sevika’s eyes are predatory as she takes in your outfit, “Wanting all eyes on you, hm? Even when you’re wearing the normal uniform, you can’t help but flaunt yourself.” Her silver irises practically glow in the light when they meet yours. You swallow, feeling the heavy sexual tension between you two that kept you distracted in past meetings. Sevika was never one to hide her admiration of your body, blatantly eyeing you in close quarters. Your bosses were hilariously oblivious to you two eye fucking each other every meeting. But, this is the first time you’re alone and able to speak your minds. Sevika was definitely taking advantage of it. You’re a bit flustered that your clit tingles from her degrading words. No one had the balls to speak to you like that. Not in your position, and hearing them come out of her mouth was oddly arousing. ‘Focus. This is supposed to be a negotiation. I can’t let my task get derailed by my horny thoughts.’

“What I want is to know your price so I can get home.” You ignore what she says, “So name it.”

“Hm, I could ask for anything in return… so, my price is you.” Sevika says silkily, catching you by surprise, “I want those pretty garters of yours on display while I fuck you on the pool table.” Your jaw drops open from shock as you stare at her with wide eyes. You weren’t expecting that to be what she asked for. You thought it’d be money, access to something they needed, or that she’d even try to sway you into doing something illegal. Not… sex with you!

“I-I-I…” You shake your head to clear your mind, “I’m sorry? Did you say that you want to fuck me?” Her words rattle around in your mind. I want those pretty garters of yours on display while I fuck you on the pool table. ‘Holy shit, that’s hot.’ You bite your lip. ‘That sounds really fucking hot.’

“You heard me.” Sevika smirks, confidently leaning back in her chair, “I’m well aware of you eyeing me during previous meetings, and I can’t say I haven’t done that to you either. So let’s cut this tension, Deputy Chief. Right here, right now. You’re welcome to say no, although, I’m sure that’s not what you want.” You’ve been dying to take a bite out of Sevika for months, and now she’s putting the offer on the table. Literally. When was the last time you had a woman be so shamelessly direct about fucking you?

“Here?” You raise an eyebrow, glancing around the building to see that the rest of Sevika’s gang is still hanging out. There was no way they didn’t hear her proposition, but they continued drinking and talking. The guards from earlier had even come inside and were drinking by the bar. You’d be lying if you didn’t acknowledge the way your body immediately came alive at the prospect. What in the Gods’ names is wrong with you? Getting so turned on at the very mention of Sevika fucking you in front of her crew? That shouldn’t even be on your mind right now. You’re technically still on the clock so everything should be strictly business, not… this! But the thought of finally getting your hands on that woman, cutting the suffocating tension between the two of you in such an indecent way made your pussy burn.

“Where else?” Sevika quirks a brow, “Unless being fucked in public is below a proper woman like you.” She finishes off whatever was in her glass, placing it down with a dull thud. You stare at her, that suffocating tension almost too much to handle as you make your decision. You stand up, rounding the table to stand over her. If you were about to let her fuck you, you were going to have some fun beforehand.

“A proper woman like me?” You purr, dragging your finger down her chest, “Would a proper woman do this?” You keep your eyes trained on Sevika’s face as you undo the belt around your waist. The click makes her eyes flick to your face, but they’re back to following your hands. You undo one button at a time, exposing your chest, your stomach, then your hips before you slide the dress off. You relish in the way her eyes darken, as you sway your hips to the music and her hands come up to caress your thighs before she’s grabbing your ass.

You smirk at the - for once - speechless woman and say nothing as you take a few steps towards the pool table, whirling around to hop up onto it and spread your legs, “Come on then… or is fucking someone in public below a woman like you?” You taunt her. You were trying to hide behind a confident facade but your heart was pounding in your chest. This wasn’t like anything you’ve done before, but you felt like it was something you’ve been secretly wanting. The look on Sevika’s face showed that she was completely into it.

“Look at you. Showing yourself off like some kind of prized slut.” You watch with bated breath as she stands and stalks towards you, “Is that what you are?” Every step closer to you made you shiver in anticipation. You didn’t know how to respond to her or even if she was looking for a response.

Sevika’s hand is around your throat the moment she’s close enough. She pulls you into a rough kiss, teeth biting at your lip and forcing you to part your lips for her. As her tongue enters your mouth, you can feel the cool metal of her hand slip up your thigh and hook your panties. The hand around your throat vanishes to grab the other side of your panties. You can feel her pulling them off, so you lift your ass allowing her to slide them down your thighs. The cold air against your heat sends a shiver up your spine, but that’s ignored in favor of her metal fingers playing with your slit. The kiss is broken by you tilting your head back to let out a moan. The feeling of the smooth metal rubbing against your slit was strange in a good way.

“Tell me what you want.” Sevika demands, her fingers teasingly dipping inside for a brief moment.

“Fuck me, damn it.” You whine desperately, “I’ve waited months to get my hands on you.”

“Months?” Sevika chuckles as she undoes her belt, “No wonder you’re so eager to be fucked. I bet you’ve been thinking about this at night.” If it was even possible, you could swear that you got wetter when your eyes caught a glimpse of the thick, black strap she was packing. Your lips parted to answer her, but a surprised gasp leaves your lips instead when her hand closes around your throat, squeezing tightly as she pushes you down onto the table.

“I guess I’ve got to give the slut what she’s begging for.” Sevika sighs as if the thought of her fucking you was a chore, but the wicked smirk on her lips said otherwise. There’s no hesitation as she snaps her hips forward and the strap sinks into you. Her grip on your thigh is painful and sure to leave a bruise, but it keeps you in place as she bottoms out. An impressed whistle leaving her lips as your cunt takes all of her. Her grip on your throat eases up with the next thrust and you greedily take in some air before it’s knocked out of you. She doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust and you’re scrambling to steady yourself, choosing to grab her arm.

“Wait! Se- Vika!” You choke out between her thrusts, wanting her to slow down. Your body jolts from a particularly hard thrust that has you whimpering.

“No.” Sevika grunts, not giving you a moment of respite, “I’ve waited months to get you beneath me. I’m not taking my time with you.” If you weren’t already soaked, that would’ve been the reason you’d be. Sevika had been thinking about this, too. She was just as eager to have you under her as you were to be at her mercy. You spent various nights imagining how she’d fuck you as your fingers desperately tried to ease the ache. You were not disappointed to learn that your own imagination failed you on just how skilled Sevika was. There was something torturous in the way her hips snapped forward but pulled back so the strap dragged against your walls. You knew it wasn’t because of the size, but that she knew how to use it. You were ashamed to admit that the Piltoven women you’ve slept with didn’t have half of the skill that she was weilding.

“Who would’ve thought Marcus’ second-in-command was such a whore.” Sevika hisses as the head of the strap hits your cervix, “You like being fucked like this don’t you?”

“Not- Ah! Usually!” You moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure, “Just- you.” The mocking laugh that leaves her lips has you clenching around the strap. You just confirmed to her that she’s the only one to get you in a position like this. That must’ve been an ego boost.

“Did you hear that?!” Sevika’s grin is wide and cocky as she addresses the people in the room, “She’s only a whore for me!” The whistles and cat-calls from within the room remind you that you’re not alone. There were eyes on you and they weren’t just Sevika’s. Other people were watching you take her strap, watching as your nails dig into the arm around your throat when she tightens her grip. They could hear the lewd sounds coming from your pussy as she drilled into you. Sevika wanted you so badly that she didn’t care who was watching her, and you found that unbelievably sexy.

“I am.” You groan, “Only- FUCK!” You scream as she lifts your hips, hitting your g-spot in a way that makes you see stars. Your breathing is uneven, but that doesn’t stop you from rambling about how good she’s fucking you. This was inappropriate for a woman in your position, and imagine the scandal if someone topside caught wind of it. But, the heady mixture of praise and derogatory words coming from Sevika’s mouth had you disregarding that. You begged her to fuck you harder, trying to move your own hips even though you couldn’t.

“What was that?” Sevika purrs, “I couldn’t hear you from the filthy sounds leaving your mouth.” You knew it was a trick question from the way she squeezed your neck. But, you couldn’t respond to her properly, even if she allowed you to. She answered your request and fucked you harder, effectively making your mind go blank. All you could think about was the unrelenting wave of pleasure that had you writhing under her. Not even the lack of air could keep you from thinking about her. You weren’t even sure when your first orgasm happened, only remembering her making fun of how fast you came for her.

You had no sense of time, no sense of anything really when Sevika finally let you go. You slowly lift yourself off of the pool table as the dizziness clears up. The wetness of the table beneath you has you blushing heavily when you see how much of a mess you made. You almost didn’t believe that the small puddle on the floor was because of you.

Sevika helped you down before lighting one of her cigars, “Your little newbie will be returned tomorrow morning.” She takes a drag, slowly exhaling as you nod absentmindedly. It takes you longer than usual to get back into your dress as you try not to wobble in your heels. Sevika had sat back into her chair, putting her legs up as she smoked. You could tell she liked watching you struggle to get into your clothes almost as much as she liked you getting out of them.

“It was pleasant negotiating with you.” You say breathlessly, trying to calm your heartbeat as you take a deep breath. Sevika nods, smirking around her cigar and you take that as your que to leave. You turn around and duck your head, blushing, when you see the smirks everyone else is giving you. They give you cat-calls and complement your performance as you walk past them. They all watched you get railed by their boss and even they were smug about it.

You pick up the pace, wanting to get out of The Last Drop before Sevika decides she wants a second round. You personally wouldn’t mind, but you had to consciously remind yourself how to walk so you didn’t want to find out what you’d be like after that. Your hand is on the handle when Sevika calls your name. You turn to her, raising an eyebrow in a silent question.

“Happy birthday.” Is all she says. Your eyes widen in disbelief, but a dopey grin crosses your face. It looks like she researched about you, too. You nod at her before opening the door and walking out. By the time you realized your skirt felt a bit breezier than normal, you were already back topside.

~

Enforcers scramble out of your way when they see you striding through the halls with a scowl on your face. You just finished berating that foolish newbie for getting himself into trouble, and you had no sympathy when he begged you not to place him on leave. Until he was able to, his badge was revoked and he’d be placed on target duty. As in, he’d be the live practice dummy for students in the Academy. While he’d be wearing protective gear, paintballs still hurt.

You close the door to your office and wince as you sit down. Your night with Sevika apparently decided to follow you into the day. It wasn’t as bad as the night before, but you were still feeling your intimate areas more than you should. There was also a visible bruise in the shape of her hand around your throat. Your ascot and neckline only hide so much of it, and if someone was looking for marks on your body they’d see it. That thought alone made you nervous when Marcus came into your office.

“I’m so sorry about last night, Y/n. Ren had a fever and I had to be there for her.” Marcus sighs, smoothing his hair back in agitation. He places a gift bag down on your desk that you move closer to yourself.

“It’s fine, Marc.” You put down your pen, “Things went smoothly. The newbie is back as you can see.” You motion to the door.

“What did Silco want in exchange? Please tell me it’s nothing too out there.”

“Silco? Nothing. He wasn’t there. Apparently, he was out on some personal matters as well.” You shrug, “I was negotiating with Sevika.”

“Sevika?!” Marcus hisses in surprise. His eyes frantically scan over you and you flinch when they widen, “Is that a bruise around your neck?! Did she do that to you?!” He rushes over to you and you slap his hands away.

“Hey, hey! Personal space!” You snap, “I’m fine, Marcus! She didn’t do anything to me, so stop being a mother hen.” You huff and grab the gift bag as he slumps into the chair across from you, “We only negotiated and things went-” You freeze. You had pushed aside the tissue paper to see what the gift was and a dark blue, sexy Enforcer set laid there.

“Marcus?” You say slowly, your cheeks heating up, “Where did you get this gift?” You reach for the little card in the bag, suddenly feeling a bit warmer than normal.

“One of the officers handed it to me. Said it was dropped off for you as a late birthday gift by a friend of yours.” He sits up in the chair, “Why?”

“Nothing. I was just curious.” You flash him a smile, going back to the note left behind. ‘Wear this the next time you’re coming by for negotiations.’

“I can tell something is wrong, don’t lie to me.” Marcus says sternly. ‘Fuck, why does my boss also have to be my best friend? Is there any way I can get out of this without talking about it?’

“So anyway…” You cough awkwardly, Marcus still staring at you, “Negotiations went smoothly and Sevika asked for something simple in exchange. You don’t have to worry about it, as I’ve taken care of it.” You smile at him, hoping he’ll take the bait.

“Y/n.” Marcus deadpans.

“Marcus.” You nod.

“What are you hiding?” He crosses his arms.

“Nothing!” You chirp, tucking the bag into the bottom drawer of your desk, “Shouldn’t you be going back to your Chief duties?”

Marcus narrows his eyes at you before sighing, “…You had sex with her, didn’t you?” The question coming out more as a statement.

“…Yes.” You smile cheekily, feeling embarrassed that he’s not even surprised. The look Marcus gives you is a mixture of exasperation and resignation. Little did you know, Silco was giving Sevika the same look.

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[asimplearchivist]

(This has been sitting in my drafts long enough…my fear of mischaracterizing Astarion is lesser than the agitation of seeing this beast among my WIPs. @fangswbenefits I’m affectionately blaming you for giving me pale elf brain rot🫣)

Okay guys this may be a very niche concept that will appeal to maybe like two people total but it hasn’t left my mind since I mentioned the idea to a buddy of mine who convinced me to play bg3…(Cullen and Astarion have a lot of similarities, which I would love to elaborate on later, but…) hear me out—it could be a very interesting dynamic to play with in a crossover.

Headcanons under the cut:

I’m not usually one for crossovers unless they’re in self-contained within a fandom (like Pokémon or Dragon Age, for example—there’s a phenomenal fic called The Half-Life of Element Zero by @unhealthynpcobsession which is a DAI/MEA crossover and safely one of the only “cross-fandom” crossovers I genuinely enjoy and adore bc the story and concepts are contextually sound and professionally orchestrated), but I feel like the sheer numbers of DAI fanfiction that explore the concept of the Breach opening up portals into other worlds (namely our modern Earth, thus the Modern Girl in Thedas trope, my beloved) could include adjacent worlds. I believe I have seen Skyrim before, so why not Baldur’s Gate 3? (Now keep in mind I know next to nothing about BG3 bc I am newly introduced to its lore and everything but) I think one could easily get away with having Astarion somehow slip through the Breach, along with the Sole Survivor at the Conclave.

(Holy shit why did this turn out so fucking long?)

The Survivor wakes—chained, cold, and aching—in the cells beneath the chantry, interrogated by Cassandra and Leliana, and denies her involvement with the Temple’s destruction. Forced to cooperate with the Survivor due to their dire need for the Mark and its potential use related to the Rifts, Cassandra casts a scowl at Leliana. “I will escort the prisoner if you will deal with the pale elf.”

Leliana only responds mildly, “I will continue to deal with him as I have been for the last three days—as well as nurse the migraine that he has caused.”

The Survivor doesn’t meet this esteemed “pale elf” until the battle at the Temple, and she only sees him from afar—he accompanied Leliana’s men to deal with the array of Shades and Wraiths that speckled the cratered grounds while the rest picked away at gargantuan Pride. She notices he is masterfully skilled with his weapons, perhaps even peculiarly so—she also notices that he has far greater strength, agility, and stamina than the average elf, easily surpassing the abilities of his peers.

She doesn’t see him again until well after the dust has settled—the Breach has been patched, Haven is able to reassess themselves, and the new Inquisition begins to construct their foundation. The newly named Herald of Andraste attempts to escape it all, fleeing into the grounds beyond Haven’s gates under the guise of fulfilling favors and errands for the various supervisors in the village, and stumbles across an abandoned cabin in the forest—at least she thought it was abandoned, at first.

She’s rummaging through the things there, finds the passed healer’s notes, but the lightest creak of displaced wood behind her tips her off to the presence of another. She whirls, hand already flying to her weapon, and backs up against the table, sending things clattering to the floor. The pale elf stands there, smirking at her startle.

“Act all the victim when you intrude on my space,” he croons, tilting his head and tutting at her, “my, how manners seem hard to come by around here.”

“You’re that—” She stops, hesitates, starts again. “Sister Leliana mentioned you. You’re the only other one who survived the blast.”

“That is comparatively the least of my problems and only the beginning of my present predicament, yes.” His eyes—as brilliant a crimson as the blood that still crusts the wounds that litter her bruised, battered, borderline broken body—scan her form from top to bottom, pause on her bandaged hand, and return to meet her uneasy gaze with a considerate one of his own. “Although I’m afraid I can confidently say that I ended up with the better of the lots drawn between the two of us.” His expression relaxes, just a little, a thready furrow forming between his silverite brows. “Does that hurt?”

She clenches her fist and clenches her teeth. “It’s dismissible.”

“Considering I heard tell that it is in the process of consuming you, I would disagree—but, I digress!” He flashes her a toothy smirk. “I am just grateful that there are no longer demons spewing out of that torn arsehole in the sky.”

She stares at him for a long moment, uncertain what to say in response. She’s exhausted, sore, and reeling from the last week of utter unfortunate bullshit that had befallen her.

“You’re…rather tall, for an elf,” she finally says lamely.

His brows arch into his forehead in clear surprise before he tips his head back and laughs. It exposes his teeth, and…no, those were not fangs. It must have been a trick of the firelight.

“It does seem that my kindred, however distantly related they are, do not possess as generous of traits as I,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “All so thin and lithe and…well, diminutive…it’s truly a marvel how they’re able to get anything done without breaking their hollow little bones. It’s little wonder that they seem so afraid of everyone else around here.”

She frowns, echoing, “‘Distantly related’?” with some dubiousness.

“Oh, your lovely spymaster didn’t tell you? I’m shocked.” The stranger gestures to himself with his arms extended to either side. “You have my sincerest apologies, my dear, I haven’t even introduced myself—I complain of lack of manners, yet fail to offer them in due turn.” He dips at the waist briefly, eyes glittering through his frosty lashes. “My name is Astarion, and…to put it simply, I am not supposed to be here.”

“I imagine anyone is fortunate to have walked away from all that destruction unscathed,” she responds mildly, narrowing her eyes.

“How cute,” he simpers, straightening and bracing his hands on his hips. “I fail to possess sufficient enough knowledge of magic in order to explain how in the hells this happened, exactly, but I originate from a place called Faerûn—not your delightfully archaic ‘Thedas’.”

He goes on to ramble about his companions, at least two of whom would have been far better suited to hypothesize how to rectify this particular ‘magical’ predicament. He tells her about their unusual circumstances of being thrust together, forced to cooperate and work towards fixing their looming health issues and the threat that faces their world.

She studies him for a long moment after he finishes. “…It sounds as if you and I are trapped in similar problems,” she sighs, rubbing her face. “As incredible as this all sounds, I sincerely doubt such a story could be easily invented on the spot…so you have my sympathies. Do you think that you’ll be able to return home?”

“Sister Leliana introduced me to that lovely gentleman who dresses like a vagrant. Supposedly, he’s the resident authority on this…‘Fade magic’, as it were?” he surmises.

“So I’ve heard,” she responds.

“Yes, well, our conversation was cut rather short at the time due to him being rather persistent in keeping his eye on that little souvenir.”

She flexes her hand and glances away. She’s been doing her damnedest not to dwell on the burning in her palm, thank you very much, and she didn’t particularly want to discuss it, either.

“Nevertheless,” he continues lightly, although his tone tempers into something more neutral, “he promised that he would look into the issue.”

“That’s…that’s good,” she replies quietly. “I hope he finds a way to send you back.”

The pale elf tilts his head at her then, eyes contemplative when she looks back up. He offers her a thin-lipped smile—this one actually reaches his eyes, softening his angular features. “As much as I am grateful not to be in your position, I do apologize. It would seem that the weight of your new moniker is not one to be taken lightly.”

“It is what it is,” she grits out. “They will believe what they wish regardless of my input.”

“That doesn’t make it any easier.” He leans in, holding her stare. “…I think it best to remain nearby, for the time being. Sole survivors of a devastating explosion still under scrutiny by those newly in power ought to stick together, yes?”

She relaxes, just slightly. “As long as you’re not the one who caused all of this.”

His expression sobers enough that it jars her. “I am the least inclined to cause spontaneous combustion among my compatriots,” he tells her, attempting humor, but there’s something in his eyes that contrasts his words entirely—a lingering fear, apprehension, borderline horror, if she has to place a name on it. “But no. I did not. And I think I have a few choice words—and daggers—on reserve for whoever did cause all of this devastation. I never asked to be thrown into the middle of this refuse burn.”

“Neither did I.” She offers him a bow in return and gives him her name. “I would say it’s been pleasant to make your acquaintance, but…I think we both are allowed to say that we would rather not have met at all.”

“Agreed.” He stoops to pick up the papers Adan had sent her to find and hands them to her. “I trust I will see you again soon?”

“You do intend to stay?” she asks, brow furrowing as she tucks them into her pocket.

“I’ve nowhere else to go,” he begins, “and fleeing from an investigation would provide rather damning evidence for the prosecution, even if misused. For now I’ll lend my particular set of skills and…services to this delightful little collection of vagabonds. I think you need all the help you can get, given that poor, overworked general of yours is relying on farmers and pilgrims to become your armed force.”

“I don’t speak on behalf of the others,” she says, “but I thank you. You’re greatly appreciated.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he purrs. “Now…do go get some rest, my dear. You look positively horrible for someone who has slept for nearly six days.”

His nonchalant sincerity startles a laugh out of her—the first in what felt like an age. He seems pleased to have done so. She departs the cabin feeling slightly less isolated than before.

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[campbyler]

ok. a genuine question. how do u guys write 20-30k *chapters* bc i will outline fics minutely or i will just let myself start writing based off a vibe & either way i will get 600 words out of maybe. two hours of work. on a good day with no distractions/interruptions, & i very much do not have an uninterrupted two hours to write very often, so you can imagine how slowly things get written T_T so i’m interested if there’s any aspect of any of your writing processes that really enables u guys to write so much or if it’s not really something you think about? anyways i really like ur guys’s work, & thank you for deciding to write for byler bc i know me and a lot of people enjoy it a lot. thanks!!

hello !! this is a super valid question and i’ll try my best to answer it for you 😗✌️

andi infamously writes a lot faster than thea and i do (she finished draft 1 of chapter 3 in like. two days. which was so scary. i’m in awe of her fr) but she has also spent a lot of time editing ch3 so it’s definitely not like these chapters are publish-ready in a short amount of time by any means! it took thea a couple of months total to fully write + edit ch1 and it took me about 3.5 weeks to write ch2 and another two weeks to edit it which is part of the reason we’ve spaced out our posting schedule like we have — we put a lot of effort and care into these updates and we want to give ourselves as much time as possible to get ahead before all 3 of us inevitably get so super busy with work and/or school in the fall!! so while we do write a lot, please don’t think we are so insanely speedy about it because unless we are having Really Good Writing Days, that’s definitely not the case. sometimes we do have days where we are really in the zone and write more than usual, but at least for me, this is so so so rare. whatever i write in this time gets heavily edited because so much of it was nonsensical brain vomit LOL

as far as writing process goes, i think one of the things that motivates us a lot is that we genuinely do just talk about this au constantlyyyyy like we’re always coming up with silly little hcs or drawing for it or adding to the Lore ™️so we’re always getting inspired to write! all three of us are definitely people who use writing as a way to relax or even reward ourselves after a long day; we would probably die if we had to go too long unable to :/ messages like “i can’t wait to get home and write after work today” or “i’m going to write a little bit of ___ before bed because i deserve it” are very commonly found in our gc because we really just look forward to it so much! as for our scary word counts, i feel like there is a lot of worldbuilding in this universe specifically, and pacing is really important to us — we want to make sure introductions and set-up to a scene and character interactions are meaningful and flow naturally, and building tension (which is a hallmark of this fic hehe) does take some time, which can definitely add up word count-wise.

for the most part, none of us usually have a solid few hours to sit and write either (unless it’s on our days off or after work if we’re not too tired) and we get a lot of writing done in chunks! we hold each other accountable for short check-ins (“ask me for a snip in 30 minutes”) which is super helpful when you’re stuck, because it kind of forces you to get Something down without worrying if it’s super polished and edited and perfect. if you’re writing on your own, something i’ve started doing lately is setting a 15 minute timer and just seeing how much i can get done in that time, and then setting another and doing it again (up until however much time you have to write that day). i’ve found that the artificial deadline helps break the monotony of sitting in front of your computer for Hours on end with nothing to show for it bc TRUST we’ve all been there and it sucks so bad 😔✊

this got super long so i apologize but i hope at least a little bit of it was helpful! it definitely helps that we are constantly feeding into each other (i.e: having brainrot) and offering inspiration and advice, which does wonders for creative flow tbh. we’re definitely not cranking these chapters out as quickly as people might seem to think — thea started chapter four, which won’t be posted for about a month, maybe a week or two ago. i just started chapter 5 — about 6 weeks away — yesterday lol so we do take our time! don’t be scared by the giant chapters, we just had a lot of content we wanted to include in each one and are in too deep to take anything out 🥳🥳 thank you for the question! good luck with your writing we believe in you 🫡

#suni talk about our writing process in a succinct manner challenge #i love these questions #unfortunately the answer to most of them is that we’re insane #we take so much time writing and then editing these so don’t be fooled! #as u can tell by this giant response #we just have shit to say. #asks

[hibiscusheir]

Katsuki Bakugo x shy!Reader

a/n: more mha since it's fresh in my brain TwT- also! i have a request I am working on!! if you have any more, feel free to send them to me! i also can answer questions if you have any :]

Genre: Fluff

Pronouns: No specific ones are mentioned, can be taken as fem, masc, or gn :)

Contains: Bakugo x Reader, Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader

CW: Cursing, probably very OOC, reader has a bit of social anxiety, bit of overthinking, self indulgent ngl, mention of alcohol

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki had invited you to hang out with the two of yours's group of friends, the Bakusquad. Mina and Denki had it all planned out: all of you would meet up in Katsuki's room at six o'clock PM (6pm) and play card games, eat snacks, drink a little bit of alcohol (at least until you all got tipsy), and overall have fun.

"I dunno, Katsu..." You had replied to his 'invite', knowing well you could only handle so much social interaction in one day.

"If you need to leave, just give me the word. I don't care if they'll miss us, you're more important to me. But at least try." His words were soft, not pointed like they usually were. It made you sigh and nod your head.

You all met up and began the festivities that night by playing Uno. The usual events were happening; Katsuki yelling at Eijirou and Denki for supposedly cheating at the game; Mina and Hanta dominating the game; you were watching it all unveil.

You had noticed your anxiety beginning to spike as you spoke less and less as the night continued after the game was over. No one had really taken notice of this, besides Katsuki who held your hand for a moment, looked you in the eyes, and let go, continuing on talking to Eijirou. It wasn't until Mina asked you a question that things began to go downhill.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Do you want a drink? We've got whiskey, tequila, wine... we could probably go find something else if you want?" She tilted her head to the side holding her own glass of wine.

"Uh..." you paused, unsure of what to say. It was a school night, and you probably shouldn't be drinking in the first place. But would they think you were lame? You had known all of them for a few months since you started dating Katsuki, but there was still a possibility. "N-No thanks, I'm alright-!"

Denki scoffed, "Lame!" but swiftly murmured an apology as Katsuki smacked him upside the head. Everyone laughed but you. You were stuck in your own head. Of course, you were lame. How could you fit into this group? You shouldn't have even come, you knew this would turn out badly. You knew-

"I'm turning in for the night with (Y/N). You guys continue," Katsuki announced to the group, standing up and walking over to you. He held out a hand for you to grab and pull yourself up. You did and he led you to the door, still holding on. No one protested and simply said goodbye. "You looked spaced out back there. You probably didn't realize it, but you were shaking. You do that when you're anxious," he didn't look at you and instead keep his gaze forward as you two walked down the hall to your dorm room. "They're annoying as hell. Don't beat yourself up about it, babe."

You smiled and leaned your head into his shoulder. When you finally reached your door, you opened it, pulled him inside, and kissed him softly as you shut it behind you. "Thank you, Katsu. It means the world to me."

He grumbled and kissed you again.

-

a/n: i’m actually so sorry this took so long to post- it’s been sitting in my drafts for like a month and i just had no motivation to write. at first it was gonna be a handful of characters x reader (separate) and then i narrowed it down to three and, again, had no motivation, so i just cut it off to bakugo. i still hope you enjoy this and hopefully it won’t happen next post :) also, refer to my oc post bc i may make a post about them <3

#mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #i'm sorry that took so long #i'm so unproductive T-T

[xaeyrnofnbe]

here’s the general plot i have in mind for my ZTHAB (Zeros To Heroes And Beyond) au. (so far. think of this as a first draft)

because i’ve been meaning to get around to it. i’m organizing it by arcs bc that’s the best word i can think of off the top of my head for this. you could also think of them as chapters. or episodes. yeah 👍. also i do not intend to write this as an actual fanfic because every time i try to do something like that i lose so much steam and excitement for my idea.

characters will be prefixed with mana! or prime! at the beginning of a paragraph, so assume i am talking about that version until i explicitly mention the alternate version of them.

oh and important detail: albatrio are basically platonic soulmates. so keep that in mind.

this au is based on a single just roll what-if. i have had too much fun with this. well, me and @theblacktiecacti who has suggested SO many good ideas that i have since incorporated.

(also, even though this is an alternate universe where things play out wildly different, there are still a LOT of spoilers for the riptide campaign, so i wouldn’t recommend getting into this idea if you aren’t caught up. not really any spoilers for prime defenders though.)

anyway

ARC ONE

mana!gillion, after attacking mr. ferin, is hauled off by guards. but instead of being banished from the undersea no forced to swim to the surface, (like in canon riptide,) he is brought to a room with a portal, which activates, and he is pulled through. he then falls from the sky in the world of prime.

previously on the prime side of things, prime!chip and prime!jay meet for the first time. this happens in a police station in a very tall building. flying cars are present. chip has been arrested, jay works at the station but isn’t officially an officer yet. she just kinda gets to hang around and do the jobs bc of who her dad is. she questions chip, who is having none of it and highly suspects her of having powers, much like himself. she denies this. but when he teleports out of the building while she isn’t looking, to sit on a narrow ledge, jay impulsively flies out the window to go grab him, blah blah, “so you DO have powers,” he invites her to join his new team of superheroes. she accepts begrudgingly. it’s basically like their first meeting oneshot, just in a different context.

back on mana again, mana!chip and mana!jay are blowing up the navy tower on zero, but things don’t go exactly to plan. they barely make it to the big chipper before they’re captured by marshal john, and taken to a holding cell until jay’s dad arrives, and takes her away. this solidifies in her mind that her undercover pirate thing never would have worked out anyway. she decides her best option is to climb navy ranks until she can find and kill her sister’s murderer herself. and chip? he’s left for days, stewing in irritation and building up a heavy grudge in response to jay’s betrayal, and he escapes before he can be taken anywhere worse, and sets off on a stolen ship looking for some real pirates.

ARC TWO

mana!gillion wakes up on a kitchen counter in prime!chip’s little apartment. prime!jay is also there. gillion, at first, is disoriented and lashes out, but he’s quickly calmed down by his new companions, who are incredibly curious about whatever the hell this fish guy’s got going on. the two wannabe heroes catch their new friend up on where he is and what’s happening, (at least, as far as what they’re aware of; they won’t find out about his banishment for a long time.) at some point, it turns out chip’s been training some kid who also has powers, (ollie,) and thus, the oneshot what-if this is based off of, occurs. nothing comes of that, they still aren’t prime defenders.

mana!jay is, indeed, rising in the ranks. she’s becoming a formidable soldier. and mana!chip finds mana!lizzie, and joins her crew, the grandberry pirates, with the end goal of getting back at the navy and by extension, jay.

ARC THREE

in both dimensions, something isn’t right.

mana!gillion finds himself at home and at peace with his hero friends, but something isn’t quiet right. he’s like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly, and yet is from the wrong set entirely. additionally, there’s an individual, labeled a supervillain by the news, that’s been stirring up trouble in the very city the three friends live in, and gillion can’t help but find the mechsuit of this villain incredibly familiar. gill also gets some new clothes, and some more futuristic armor. pretzel keeps her hero mask.

mana!chip is falling into old patterns from his time with reuben price, and is becoming nearly as ruthless as his captain.

mana!jay talks to her friend, kira, who voices some concerns. jay brushes these off and continues training and barking orders at the people around her. but when she is faced with a portrait of her sister, she starts to wonder if this is worth it. she spends a lot of her time alone crying.

ARC FOUR

mana!chip and mana!jay meet for the first time since zero in a tavern on neutral soil. jay doesn’t think of her leaving chip as a betrayal, but he does. she talks to him like an old friend, even tries to invite him to join her in her cause. but chip is angry. his hurt bubbles and boils under his skin, manifesting in an off putting display of lava cracking between his skin around the edges of his face, and he attacks her. the two fight, and when jay inevitably beats chip, she spares him, but leaves knowing exactly what they have become*, and exactly what she needs to do about it**. (*arch enemies) (**kill or throw every single pirate in the deepest darkest prisons, including chip.)

mana!gillion and prime!chip and prime!jay attempt to stop the new villain that has finally become enough of a threat for heroes to be an adequate force of retaliation. the robotic figure is about fifteen feet tall, and greatly resembles gillion, with black, turquoise, and pink plates and pieces, like a full suit of armor. it is called The T1d3str1d3r, or The Tidstrider, or just The Strider. the names it is given are varied. it also has a pink, octopus-like robot that breaks free of it’s surface in order to join in on the fight.

at a certain point during the fight, the heroes are split up, and mana!gillion goes searching for his enemy in an alley, only to be met with a single glowing blue eye in the darkness, and a voice not unlike his own. this is where he properly meets the prime version of himself. when his foe steps out of the shadows, prime!gillian introduces himself. he’s working with a group of vigilantes, with the goal of doing good for the city, even if they have to do bad things to get there. but that’s not the whole of it, as prime!gillian is onto him. he knows that mana!gill isn’t meant to be on prime, he knows he’s from another world. and he’s barely able to finish his monologue before mana!gillion slams into him and they fight, now with prime!gill at much more of a disadvantage, having sent his mech off to fight prime!chip and jay.

ARC FIVE

after a few more, uh, incidents, the two gills come to a truce of sorts. they’re both the same person, kind of, so they’re kind of the only ones who Get It. and eventually, mana!gill takes prime!gill to meet with his friends properly, who much to his surprise, (and kind of disappointingly,) they really hit it off. mana!gillion isn’t sure why exactly he’s upset at this, but he suddenly feels like a fourth wheel to a friendship he had helped happen. and it doesn’t feel good.

eventually, though, prime!gillian takes his new allies to his secret base. (i have not decided what the secret base is yet.) they meet the prime versions of lizzie, (who keeps everyone on task,) caspian, (lizzie’s #1 supporter and enabler,) marshal john, (the muscle,) edyn, (here called eden, she’s an inventor and mechanic,) and finn, (resident weird old guy who’s really into biology, zoology, writing romance novels, helping his granddaughter with her tech, and, finally, the multiverse.) chip is incredibly excited to see lizzie, since they were really good childhood friends, and he hadn’t seen her since the black rose heroes all split up and retired. mana!gillion talks to prime!gillian and finn, and learns about what they’ve been doing (studying the multiverse and trying to steal the tech they need to travel between dimensions, without success,) why he shouldn’t be here, and why his home dimension needs him.

over on mana, mana!chip and mana!jay have gotten to the point where they command great numbers of their respective people, and have been sending letters back and forth in an attempt to negotiate territory and resources, to no avail. they’ve also both had some pretty wild makeovers.

ARC SIX

tensions are rising.

mana!gillion is feeling more and more distanced from his prime friends. he realizes just how alone he truly is. at the same time, prime!chip and prime!gillian are having a fight on a high rooftop, (mirroring riptide episode #15 but with a more angry-looking gill,) but they do work things out eventually, and the two have a tender moment looking out over the city lights. mana!gillion starts helping prime!finn seek out facilities to rob that might have the stuff they need to send gillion home. gillion doesn’t know where his morals and beliefs lie in a world so alien to him.

mana!chip and mana!jay are at war. at this point, they’ve had some sailing scuffles. but now they’re planning the big thing, a huge battle. jay is an admiral of the navy, and chip has command over all the pirates lizzie, his captain, has recruited to their cause. both have had family and friends feeding into their drives of vengeance, both, at this point, want the other dead. the location for the final battle between pirates and navy is set: a large island that used to be home to a bustling civilization, now mostly abandoned and overgrown. all that’s to be done now is to prepare the armies for the fight.

ARC SEVEN

prime!finn has warned mana!gillion of how dangerous it is to be away from who should have been his friends. neither have any idea of what’s actually happening on mana, but they have clues that it can’t be good. all gillion knows is that the people he’s SUPPOSED to be with, are in grave danger. and his friends on prime? they have their own gillian. they don’t need him. he feels unwanted. so he, accompanied by the grandberries as well as prime!chip and prime!jay, break into the place with the parts, beat up some guards or something, steal the things, and return to base so eden and finn can begin building the portal to mana.

unfortunately, the battle is beginning. pirate and navy ships gather on opposite sides of the island, countless people waiting for their leaders to send them out onto the soon-to-be battlefield.

ARC EIGHT

with the portal built and tested, (tested at least according to finn, when a lot of water came out,) mana!gillion steps through, and falls from the sky once more, this time into his homeworld.

it takes him a great deal of time, but eventually he finds out what’s happening, and realizes he has to move quick, or else he’d lose the two people he’s never met, and yet matter more to him than either of his whole worlds.

don’t ask how he gets there, idk, but when he arrives to the battlefield, the fight has gone on all day. the sun is setting, blood is seeping through the grass and dirt, and he lunges forth into the fray, parrying some blows and dodging others, in search of HIS chip and jay.

he finds them and uhhhh. stops them from killing eachother? yeah the ending is something i’m still very much unsure about. group healing arc is required though. yeah

again, this is a very rough first draft. in a more realized version of the story, there would be a villain, some actual subplots, a big conflict that is actually properly resolved on prime, and more stuff going on on mana. yeah 👍

#zeros to heroes and beyond #ZTHAB au #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #things i said

[thisisnotthenerd]

c3e59 thoughts and musings

wow its been awhile. i have 57 and 58 t&m in my drafts unfinished bc of some irl nonsense i was dealing with but we’re back on the train now. i hope. aabria’s discussion of deanna’s afterlife gave me a new fic idea that i’ll have to follow up on later.

anyway. we’re coming back to team hells! i know they’re officially AOL but team bells and team hells just works too well. whatever happens this episode is going to be so great. i can’t wait to see what matt has concocted in this time. i hope we have the time for taliesin to explain what ashton was doing on their day off. not placing any bets on guests because old or new, whoever it is is going to have to match the incredible energy that aabria and christian gave to the team bells wildemount arc. just as deanna and frida had plothooks for chetney and fcg’s pasts in particular, i hope that whoever’s coming on will have some kind of link to dig into ashton’s backstory a little more and maybe get into the ashari/hishari part of his and orym’s background.

from what i can tell, this 3rd arc is all about uncovering lore--the new state of the world and the plans that led to it along with the backgrounds of core bells hells and their new friends. i’m really hoping for a good lore finding character--while orym’s fantastic perception is gamebreaking, i think they need someone for investigation/arcana. maybe laudna will get proficiency in arcana from having delilah in her head/unpicking the remnants? that would be good bc these three only have +1.

this group is also currently melee heavy; most of the spellcasters went to wildemount. i hope they can strike a good balance--maybe get some hybrid classes to work with them? e.g. ranger, paladin, artificer. i had thoughts about orym multiclassing into either of the first two, but i think orym is staying a fighter.

wtf is this ad sam. emily and omar are coming to the dome!!!! i can’t wait for this zelda oneshot!!!!

here we go! where are we gang! ruidus is likely to the south! wildemount, marquet, or issylra. laudna here being deeply worried about imogen and the blowup. oh boy sending’s not working.

this feels like a shittier situation than team bells. Pate’s here though!

Aimee’s back! latina dwarf energy! i love her. i love her. Mona! the energy is immaculate. ex-fiance??? barbarian rogue? i don’t fuck with the gods. denise though

that fucking speech broadcasted??? OH???

843 PD=no time lapse

bilbo bagginsing it

quick meth

new person??? utkarsh? cringefail of a guy. hair trigger bor’dor sorceror. ruidusborn?

EMILY AXFORD IN THE DOME HOLY SHIT

a little try hard wizard! Cobalt Soul Archivist? investigation queen! teleport malfunction result. Prism my wizard girlie

nexus of infinite personalities in a hole in my head??? this survey is just coming out with the best personality display.

combat?? the rookie energy coming off of bor’dor and prism is fantastic.

very different energy as we get into this side of bell’s hells. communication is going to be a sticking point--ashton and denise are both very insular and private, bor’dor and prism are both new to the situation in varying ways that will really affect the future of the party, and laudna and orym are kind of taking the lead on the social interactions for the party and easing the way through this unprecedented scenario.

laudna’s compartmentalizing hard. ashton is at least letting his anger out. the lightning bolt situation was super frazzling for orym and everyone. i hope that they have the chance to actually sit down after this battle.

i have a feeling that this is really going to bring out different facets of the people we already know, and i hope they have the opportunity to relax the way that team bells did. if it’s formulaic, i think they might head for the nearest big city, then go to traverse toward marquet and maybe hit the hishari village and/or ivaadel on the way.

emily kicking ASS. Bladesinger?? this battle is so cool.

weekend at bernie’sing two corpses as a bit is so funny to me.

prism and bor’dor interacting is so neurodivergent to me.

laudna & ashton talking it out! worries about imogen & the philosophy of not leaving people is really sticking. we are more than enough.

DARIAX???? WANTED POSTER?????EX_FIANCE!!!!

aw orym’s getting to talk it out.

ascendant bridge mountain--i’m seeing a vasselheim trip in the near future maybe.

and we’re off to the nearest town in june! i can’t wait to see where we go from here!

#critical role #cr3 #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #c3e59 spoilers #bell's hells #bells hells #team hells #orym #cr orym #orym of the air ashari #laudna #cr laudna #ashton greymoore #cr ashton #cr deni$e #cr bor'dor #bor'dor dog'son #cr prism #deni$e bembachula #prism grimpoppy

[dabislilbaby]

Kingdom of Fire

-Part 3

Source

Shoto x f!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: hey guys 👋 I'm so sorry this chapter took me so long, I've been having a weird wave of unmotivation, ya'll know how it be😂 But I'm getting back into things :) I've got soooo many unfinished fics in my drafts so you'll have plenty to look forward to <3

This chapter has a time skip so you're getting treated to our first full blown smut scene for this series 🥰 as well as a little fluff bc I'm a hopeless romantic :')

As always, feedback is appreciated. Let me know if, and what you liked about it and if you want to be added to the Tag-list with all of these lovely people<3

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Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, oral (f receiving), a tiny bit of dacryphilia, a little biting, slight choking (all three not very prominent), sho's a bit aggressive but not much, mentions of body worship, mentions of an arranged marriage and loss of virginity.

Series plot: Prince Shoto battles with his own desire and his father's wishes, when he meets you. A young sorceress who didn't know who he was. You become friends and help him discover his true power. The two of you journey thru many obstacles before he has to make a decision. You? Or the Throne?

Chapter Summary: Shoto starts to realize the very real possibility that he may be falling in love you, confessing some of his feelings while you have him a bit vulnerable. You make his heart weak, and he can't say he really minds.

Word Count: 3.9k

It was late morning. The loud whistle of the tea kettle rings through the house. As you reach for it, taking it off the fire, the whistle fades and you hear a knock on the door. And you're sure you know exactly who it is. You smooth down the front of your dress, making your way to the door. You reach for the handle, pulling it open.

You are met with familiar mismatched eyes as shoto lifts his head to meet your gaze. His attire much more casual than before. You were about to say good morning, but he spoke first. "I have... So many questions." He held your book in his hands. You laugh and step aside, letting him in your home. You shut the door behind him as his tall form entered the room. "Tea?" You ask, walking back to your now quiet kettle. "Oh- yes, please" he took a seat in the large chair that your father, when home, spends most of his time in. You grabbed two hand made mugs from the cupboard, beginning to pour the warm liquid. "How far did you get? In the book I mean." You picked up both mugs, handing one off to him before sitting across from his chair. He mutters a small thank you before answering your question. "I finished it." You froze in the middle of a sip. "You finished it? Like... The whole thing? You gestured to the book he held with a circular wave of your hand. He nodded with all seriousness. You laugh. "Shoto, that book is as thick as your neck and you finished it in one day?" He shrugs, giving you a smile. "I'm a fast reader." You set down your mug on a near by table and lean forward in his direction. "What are your questions?"

He opens the book and flips through a few pages, searching for something. "Ah ha!" He points a finger when he finds it. He stands from his chair and comes to sit next to you on the sofa. He sits shoulder to shoulder with you, leaving no personal space. He holds the book in front of you and points to a string of sentences. "Okay, so here it says..."

~

For the next few hours, he rattles off question after question. Each answer you give resulting in even more questions. You watch the glint of curiosity and fascination in his eyes when you speak. He watches you intently when you made examples of things with your hands. You move your hands a lot when you speak. He noticed the way your hair constantly fell in front of your face. You tuck your hair behind your ear a lot. He watched your face contort to emotion with every explanation you gave him. You're very expressive. He pays attention to the way your foot shakes mid-air while crossed over the other. Or the way you rub your thumb on the flat part of your necklace when you're thinking. You fidget a lot.

He took note of all your little mannerisms. Studying you.

~

"okay, does all of that make sense to you?" He nods. "Yeah, I think so" you close the book and push it to the far side of the table. "Okay, good." You resituate yourself so your body is facing him. "Now that we have the basic knowledge out of the way, we can start working on your level of control" he nods. "From what you've told me, right now you can maintain a constant flame in your palm, correct?" He nods again. "Okay." You reach behind you where you laid your mug so many hours ago, now surley cold. You hand it to him. "I want you to try to focus on the heat of your fire. Don't ignite a flame, just warm the tea." You instruct him. He wraps his palm around the mug, his large hand almost covering the whole thing. He stares at it, and focuses. A flame ignites, encompassing the entire mug. He panics and immediately splays ice over the spot on the table. "Shit-" he mumbles under his breath. "That's okay, try again." You pick up his glass of tea this time and hand it to him. "Focus. Breath. Think about what you want the fire to do." You pause, he takes a deep breath. He looks a bit tense. "You control the fire, It does not control you." You lay a hand on his thigh, he finds it comforting. He breaths deep again, wrapping his hand around the mug and closing his eyes.

Think about what you want it to do.

You control the fire. It doesn't not control you.

His hand feels warm. He opens his eyes and the liquid starts to steam and bubble. But there's no flame. He looks over to you for approval and you smile. "good, now do it with the ice."

You've been helping Shoto for about 3 months now. He's spent almost every other day with you... and some nights. Most days are spent practicing with his power, but some are just hours spent in each other's company. And the nights? Well... after a while the two of you gave into the tension and sank into the white sheets of your bed.

He's come over a few times, visibly frustrated or upset. He'd never go into much detail, just talk about how his father aggravated him. Or how he's stressed with "responsibilities", whatever that's supposed to mean. Whenever you'd ask him to elaborate, he'd avoid giving you a straight answer. Telling you that "the finer details are unimportant." Or that he just didn't want to talk about it.

Today happened to be one of those days.

Shoto was sitting across the table from where you stood. He was supposed to be paying attention to what you were showing him. But he seemed to be off in his own little world.

"Hey!" You snapped your fingers in his face, bringing him out of his trance. "are you paying attention?"

"yeah— sorry. I'm listening." He readjusted in his chair, turning his gaze to you. You sighed, and closed your book. "You're clearly not in the right headspace to retain this information today, we'll pick back up on it next time."

"I'm sorry." He ran a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. You rounded the table, coming behind him. "It's okay." There was a small bowl on the table that was filled with a clear, thick, creamy substance. It smelled of mint and lemon. You dabbed some on your fingers and began to rub them against his temple.

This was something you used to watch your mother do with your father when he was feeling stressed or drained. You've done it for Shoto a few times and it seemed to help. As soon as your fingers touched his skin he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. His head rested against your stomach behind him. He let out a small groan of pleasure as you continued to massage his temples, using your magic to soothe him.

"Talk to me, what's got you so distracted." He sighed, but didn't respond right away. "Something to do with your father again?" He gave a small nod. "Is he putting too much pressure on you, Sho?" He smiled at the nickname, but it quickly faded.

"He's trying to set me into an arranged marriage." He starts with another deep sigh. You felt a bit of a knot form in your stomach. Though your relationship with him has been nothing but physical, save for your friendship, the thought of him marrying another woman was unpleasant. "That's not an uncommon thing, most marriages are arranged these days." You hid your distaste and continued rubbing circles into his skin. "I know...but that's not what I want." Your hands traveled to his jaw, massaging the skin more. "Well, what do you want then?" He sighed again, and leaned into your touch. "Someone I can't have..."

A small smile caught the corner of your lips. "You have someone specific in mind?" He nods, still leaning into the palm of your hand. "What's she like?" Your hands were on his neck, softly digging your thumbs into the nape. He tilted his head forward to give you access. "Her beauty is unmatched by any woman I've ever laid eyes on." He paused and you smiled. "and she's smart, and assertive. Kind, caring." He paused again as your hands reached his shoulders, snaking into the collar of his shirt, just enough to press your palms against his skin. He could feel the stress leaving his body as his head leaned back on your stomach once again. "...and her skin is so soft." He subconsciously nuzzled his head into you with his last words. "She sounds lovely" you said with a bit of sarcasm in your voice. The corner of his lips turned upwards. "she is." He replied.

"Are you feeling better?" Your warm hands left his skin. He contemplated asking you to keep going, but decided against it. "Much, thank you."

As you walked back around the table, he stood from his chair and followed you. He was right behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He leaned over your shoulder and reached around your waist to put a hand on the book you had closed. He opened it. "Explain this to me again, I promise I'm paying attention this time."

You began your explanation again. The whole time he was being a bit distracting. The way his breath tickled the back of your neck, the sound of his low hum in response to you reverberating in your ears. The way he smelled engulfing you as he towered over you from behind.

You didn't notice but at one point, he took a whiff of your hair. The same scent that lingered on his cloak from your first night together. He wished he could be drowned in your scent all the time.

This was supposed to be nothing more than a little fun. Although he was grateful for your teaching, in terms of his feelings for you, it was never meant to be anything more than physical. You wouldn't be the first. He was popular among women, they all swoon for the young prince, dropping their panties for him as soon as he enters a room. But you... you were different for some reason.

From the moment he met you, you captured his attention in a way that no one had before. He wasn't sure what exactly it was, but it made him want to take his time with you. Even make him consider the fact that it may not just be a desire to get you into bed. he may actually like you.

He looks forward to spending time with you, listening to you ramble during lessons, and he appreciated your patience with him. But of course... there was still the constant lingering thought of bending you over this very table.

He still stood behind you, watching you work and listening to you talk. Your words paused as you were mixing a few herbs together, showing him how to make an elixir.

He couldn't stop his eyes from wondering as he lost himself in thought. The view of your breasts from where he towered over you was very distracting and causing an ache to grow below his belt. It was almost painful the way it strained against the soft cotton of his pants, just thinking about it.

"y/n." He spoke your name so softly. "Yes Shoto?" You responded, not even looking up from the table. "Can I ask you something?" His hand rested on the table, coming around you. "What's on your mind?"

"Have you ever loved someone?" His question caught you a bit of guard. "How do you mean?" he shifted from one foot to the other. "I mean. Has there ever been someone that you cared deeply for? Not like your family. Like... romantically." You shook your head with a small smile. "No, I haven't. Like I've told you before, I've spent my entire life in this house, secluded from society." You turned around, gaze meeting his. You're just now realizing how close he's been standing to you this whole time, and your skin ran hot. "You're the first friend I've made." You added.

"Ever?" He questions, quirking a brow. "Ever." You reply. "Have you? Loved someone I mean." He shook his head as a response. He leaned a little closer to you before speaking again. "Can I ask you another, more.... personal... question?" You nodded, a bit too distracted by the lack of space between the two of you. "if I'm the first friend you've made..." You felt his hand come to rest of your waist and your breath hitched. "...does that mean that I was your—"

"Yes. You were my first." You answered before he finished, knowing exactly what he was going to ask. A smile crept up on his lips. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have been a lot more gentle." His grip on your waist tightened a bit, pulling you closer. You brought your hand to his chest, the other coming to rest at the nape of his neck. You gave a mischievous smirk. "Maybe I didn't want you to be gentle." He hummed is response and pressed his lips to yours. It was soft, but there was a hunger behind it. You felt both of his hands run up the length of your spine, catching his fingers in the strings that held your dress together. He pulled at the loose knot and suddenly the fabric didn't feel so tight.

He pulled it off your shoulders and down your arms, letting it fall at your feet. His hands were back on your waist, pressing his thumbs into your soft skin. They moved to the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the table top and pushing aside whatever you were previously working on. You began to unbutton his white shirt, and once you reached the bottom, he eagerly pulled it off his arms, letting it meet your dress on the floor. His lips were on your neck and you moaned when his teeth found a sensitive spot. He pulled you flush against his chest, the tent in his pants poking at your stomach. His fingers pushed at the fabric of your bralette and he pulled his lips away from you. You lifted your arms and he pulled it over your head, throwing it on the table behind you. His lips were back on yours in an instant and his hand trailing your thighs. He pulled them to straddle his waist, hooking your ankles together.

The way his mixture of warm and cool hands slowly wrapped around your torso, molding your body's together was intoxicating. His touch was never filled with anything other than complete love and care. Even when he was rough with you, the way he touched you spoke more than his words ever could.

Without breaking your kiss, his body leaned against yours, pushing to have your back lay against the hard wood of the table. His teeth caught your bottom lip and tugged on it as he pulled away. His gentle kisses continued down your neck, finding all the spots that made your skin burn with desire. He left a few on your collar bone and in the valley of your two mounds. You looked down at him thru lidded eyes, him looking up at you the same way as his tongue splayed flat over your areola. That sweet tingle going straight between your legs while he liked and sucked on your sensitive buds. He started kissing down your soft stomach, squeezing it with his hands as they moved up and down your love handles, not leaving any part of you untouched for too long. "You are so perfect." He whispered against your skin, moving his hands now to caress your thighs. A light blush coated your face and your skin ran hot. You closed your eyes and let him admire your body.

His fingers hooked into the thin fabric of your panties, slowly pulling them past your knees and meeting them with the rest of your clothing. He grabbed your thighs and spread your legs open, exposing your glorious, glistening sex to him. He peppered soft, gentle kisses down your inner thigh, never failing to make you feel worshiped. He put another soft kiss right over the hood of your clit, licking his lips after. He slowly licked between your folds with a pointed tongue, teasing your bud every time he passed over it. Then wrapping his whole mouth around you, sucking on the wet skin. He groaned against you and closed his eyes, his hands travelling upwards to give your breasts more attention. His tongue pushed past your entrance at the same time giving your nipple a particularly hard squeeze. Your back arched off the table and he only pushed his mouth onto you more. You were moaning and whimpering for him and it had to be his favorite sound. No music could ever compare to the way you moaned for him.

One hand left your breast and you felt two fingers breach your entrance. "Oh fuck Sho~" you whined. He was practically leaking pre cum in his pants. His other hand now left your breast as well to quickly free himself of the white cotton. With a bit of a struggle, he managed to unbuckle his belt with one hand and pull out his throbbing, leaking member. He groaned against your skin as he pumped himself, savoring the flavor you left on his tongue. He felt you tighten around his fingers and he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, prepared to send you to your climax. Your whimpers were getting louder and you grabbed onto a fistful of his two-toned hair. "Ngh~ please" you were so close.

He hooked his fingers just right and there it was. You squeezed your eyes shut, arched your back And opened your mouth for a silent scream, holding your breath. If you'd pulled any harder on his hair you might have ripped it from his scalp. You let out the breath you were holding in your lungs with a loud cry of pleasure. Heavy breaths followed as you writhed with sensitivity beneath him. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his tongue to your soaking wet heat. You kept your eyes closed, trying to collect yourself. More soft kisses met the skin on your stomach, chest and neck. He gently held your waist and turned you over, legs dangling from the table. He tossed your hair over your shoulder, pressing his chest against your back and kissing your neck more. He spoke, his words soft and quiet. "I'm starting to think you've put a spell on me with how addicted to you I've become, love." He kissed in between your shoulder blades, then where your spine curved. "It's like I need you constantly... It never goes away."

You let out a small whimper against the table when you felt his pelvis press firmly against you. He stood straight, arm encircling your waist to pull you back against his chest, planting your feet on the floor. His knee parted your legs, thumb pushing his shaft to line himself with your entrance. He came close to your ear and whispered. "It truly hurts to know that I can't make you mine." He slid in-between your folds, coating himself in your slick. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, letting out a heavy breath. "I already am yours, Sho." The moment those words came out of your mouth, he shoved himself completely inside you, sinfully groaning at how tight you felt. A hand landed on your waist, forcing your back to arch while the other held your throat, keeping your head against his shoulder. "Fuck the things you do to me, love." Your face had to be beet red, eye lids flutter from his large dick splitting you open. He wasn't slow with the way he fuck you. No, he intended to take all his stress and anger out on your gummy walls, showing you absolutely no mercy.

He pushed on your back more, making you arch further, forcing those strangled screams from your lungs. Thank the gods your home was in the middle of nowhere, otherwise the town gossips would surely have a topic to discuss for days.

"ngh~ Shoto p-please" you begged for your release. Your walls fluttered around him, bringing more groans from his mouth. His hand left your throat and moved to rub circles over your little bundle of nerves. His lips replaced his hand, leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck, even nibbling on the skin a bit. You let out a whiney whimper and your second orgasm washed over you, and the way he was pulsating inside you indicated that he wasn't very far behind. He let your upper body fall to the table, gently of course, and grabbed onto the doughy skin of your hips with both hands. He squeezed his grip and pounded into you aggressively, making you scream and your eyes brim with tears.

You were so sensitive that the feeling of him pushing your g-spot was almost painful. He let out his own throaty whimper when rope after rope of white seed spilled out inside of you. He collapsed onto your back, breathing heavy and unsheathing himself from you. Neither of you moved for a few minutes while you felt his cum slide down your thigh and drop into a little puddle on the floor.

He made sure to get you nice and cleaned up, helped you sit somewhere comfortable while your legs healed from their jello-like state. He brought you some warm tea and a blanket, cuddling up with you on the sofa in front of your lit fire place. His arm rested over the back cushion and your head laid comfortably on the inside of his shoulder. He set his cup of tea down on the table and settled a bit more into the seat. It was already dark, little light in the room besides the bright fire and the low illumination from the moon. Your head nuzzled against him. "Are you staying the night?"

He breathed out a low hum. "Do you want me to?" He asked, pulling some of your hair from your face. You closed your eyes and nodded, nuzzling yourself into his body more." Though you couldn't see it, he smiled. Nothing but admiration in his eyes while he peered down at you. He ran a hand over your soft hair. "Alright love, I'll stay."

The rest of the night faded quickly, falling into a comfortable sleep in his arms.

The next morning was much of the same. Waving him off in the early hours so he could make it home before noon. Waiting patiently to see him again a day or two from now.

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Late that evening, you heard the familiar sound of hooves outside the window. You were sure shoto wouldn't be back so soon, so you peaked thru the curtains to see who it may be. To your surprise, your eyes were met with a wooden cart filled with fabrics and fruits, a few tools here and there. A friendly old man climbing down from the old, dingy saddle placed on the back of a blonde horse whose speckled pattern you knew all too well.

Your father had finally returned home.

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[pollyna]

hello , may i ask after the wip title 'Post mission: I will care for you, even if you don't want to.' because that one intrigues me most ! but too 'Let's Play Pretend' has me curious as well ! so either of those you wish to talk of ^^

Hi! You can sure ask!

I will take care of, even if you don't want is a post mission in which Natasha is dealing with PTSD and the general awerness of being alive when she almost wasn't and not really taking care about herself because she isn't sleeping very well or at all. And so comes in Callie, and her being a very good girlfriend, that does something as marginal as washing Nat's hair to help her fell just a little better!

(I intend to finish this one bc I already have almost 500 words and I had an idea on how to make it a little longer, so let's hope it gets in the right way!)

Three a.m. in the morning and even though the mission was over two months ago insomnia clings to her body like a second skin she can shed away. It doesn't even matter how many times she calls Bradley in the middle of the night to make sure he's alive and she doesn't lose her best friend once and for all. Sleeping in the same bed helps even more but it creates a whole other set of problems because it means sleeping between Rooster and Hangman without Callie there and the only thing she did was wake up from a nightmare and nothing has been able to console or calm her. So, not sleeping it is.  On her right side Callie moves in her sleep, extending her arms to search for her and Nat finds herself giggling because her girlfriend is so cute and she can't stop herself from moving wild hair strands behind her hair. "Phee" she murmurs, still sleeping. "Go back to sleep, love." She tries to kiss her, probably, just to end up kissing her hair.  "You have to wash your hair, baby." She says after a minute or two even if Nat was sure she was already asleep again. "I'll do it in the morning, go back to sleep 'Lie" Nat murmurs, getting comfy between her girlfriend's arms. "You said the same thing last week. C'mon baby, I'll wash them. Up now, my lady." Callie says, already moving the blankets and the comforter away. "I don't-" "I know Phee, but maybe it will help you sleep a little. You just have to sit in the bathtub and look pretty, and I know you can do that without trying, and I'm going to change your pillowcase and then I'm going to wash your hair."

Let's pretend is more 300 words in a file I can't find but it's about Mav and Ice, during DADT, and how they play pretend to be married, to be out and about in the world inside their house. The original draft had a jump in 2011 when they get married because they can and Mav's speech starts with: "Now that's I don't have to play pretend anymore I can say this to you all" before starting to narrate their story all the people present to the wedding!

Hope you have a wonderful day🧡

#natasha phoenix trace #callie halo shen #halix #phoenix x halo #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #ptsd #washing your gf's hair to help her feeling better

[jovalencia]

how has your day been? in as many words as possible pls

wow. aiming for the stars. bold since you know how much I love to talk but I’ll give the people what they want

my day was pretty good all things considered. the things we’re considering is that I worked 3-8 instead of 12-5 today and I don’t even have a show to watch with my family tonight. the bachelorette was crazy last night kallie you would have loved it.

anyways the play by play of my day was I woke up at 9:55 bc my friend has her radio show from 10-12 and I listen as often as I can. but it wasn’t even her on the radio it was some other bitch but I was already awake so I just stayed up even though I was up late last night reading fanfiction and texting bi guy jason and journaling. so I ate my breakfast which was an overripe mango which I ate peel and all over the kitchen sink and gas station potato wedges I got from work two days ago. it was fine. and I watched a youtube video on the barbie movie by a youtuber I’m subscribed to while I ate. but I was still tired and I had enough time to take a nap so I did and let me tell you the last fucking thing I wanted to do was get up but alas I did. and I was hungry so I had a struggle meal (so you could call every meal I have these days) it of an entire can of green beans. I heated them in the microwave ofc but honestly they were fucking delicious.

I left for work a little later than I wanted and that was stressing me out and I started listening to my playlist from last summer and I must have played that shit to death bc I skipped like a million songs before I got to one I could listen to. I got to work and I liked all my coworkers that were there which is a fucking miracle and my three favorite coworkers (the guy my age, the woman who got hired the day before me, and the manager who doesn’t give a shit how much work anybody’s doing and has been perpetuating the wheels vs doors debate for a week) were all there so I was content. even if all the customers were fucking cunts for some reason like idk what was in the air today but people were being such assholes but it was fine bc every time they walked away my coworkers and I would just talk shit about them. btw I didn’t like the woman who got hired the day before me at first but now me and her are like this 🤞 ily sandy. she’s so fucking real and every time I tell her that she’s so real she laughs bc she thinks it’s such a funny phrase. but she literally is I swear to god I would have lost it if I was the only new cashier. but apparently she got a way better training process then me bc she’s constantly like “nobody taught you how to do x or told you that you need to do y? that’s so weird” like yeah sandy it is weird. and both of us have the same irrational fear that every other one of our coworkers hates us but at least we like each other so it’s fine. bottom line I love sandy she’s my best friend and I hope when summer ends and I quit that she goes and finds a better job she deserves it. also both of us got soooooo excited when we saw the new halloween candy display like fuck yeah you know what time it is

all the coworkers were talking about arbys at work and I’ve never even gotten anything other than fries and I was starving and we have no food at home because my family sucks at grocery shopping so I went to arbys and got a french dip sandwich and some mozzarella sticks. the sky was beautiful on the drive home and when I got there my mom was sitting on the couch in the front room crocheting but I opted to be a hermit and eat in my room. I got some grease on my bedspread but it’s fine. I started the new garrett watts video bc I have to watch all of his videos it’s tradition. well it’s usually tradition to drink starbucks while I watch his videos. maybe instead of finishing it while I go through my drafts I’ll watch it tomorrow after work and get myself a lil drink as a treat. bc that tradition started back in 2020 when every thursday after my last online class instead of killing myself like I wanted to I would go and use my years and years of starbucks gift cards to buy myself a lil drink then go on a lil drive and go home and drink my drink while I watched the newest sweet boys (garrett watts and andrew siwicki) podcast episode while I embroidered. anyways after that greasy ass dinner I was feeling like collapsing and dying so I ate half a green bell pepper in the kitchen. and even though that was all like less than an hour and a half ago I’m really fucking hungry again. I literally don’t understand how I’m always so hungry. it’s pissing me off.

since then I’ve just been fucking around on my phone and I think I’m gonna write my diary entry of the day then take my shower (I have to wash my hair boo👎👎👎) then try and go to sleep I’m fucking exhausted. speaking of my diary thanks for asking me this bc I’m probably just gonna copy paste it instead of actually writing the diary entry for today. which I’m ideally gonna write in a week but I’m back to being two weeks behind on my diary again. I knew that was gonna happen with dani visiting and all but it still sucks. hopefully I can get my act together before school starts. thanks!

#I love talking!!!!!! #meemaw😨

[wooahaes]

Hihi! For the ask game -

I was thinking a jun co-workers AU? I'm not sure what kind of workplace -

I'm a sucker for hospital aus and teachers being setup by students -

But I feel like an office AU or something along those lines would be cute too?

💕💕

ok i accidentally left this in my inbox for a few days, my bad!! sorry nonny!! :(

hmm... consider........ professor wen junhui... you and jun are both professors int he same english (lit) department (alongside like. wonwoo and probably hao). honestly a lot of ppl probably notice how ur offices are right next to one another, so whenever you both aren't giving lectures, one of u is sometimes chatting up the other in their office. ppl swear that ur only ever talking abt work, but like... it happens often enough tht ppl start to get suspicious, yknow? esp because both of you pretty much introduced yourselves as unmarried/single when someone asked (nosy freshmen, usually)...

plus if a student has to make up a test for any reason and one of you can't be there, the other is Always the person to go to. jun has straight up emailed his student that something came up but that you've graciously offered to let his student take their make-up test in your office, just please don't bother you too much because you're a busy person who he highly respects.

(jun isnt subtle.)

you're also in charge of like. the study abroad program that usually includes literature majors, history majors, mainly just ppl who are in the humanities, and ppl absolutely notice that (in early spring semester) jun has this fond smile on his face whenever you come around to give your spiel to his students about signing up and where to find your office. or ppl notice the fact that the two of you occasionally eat in the dining hall with other faculty, and that jun is Always listening to you with the exact same 'i am so in love with you rn' smile on his face?? or the way you bring jun coffee in the mornings.

like. its so obvious that the two of u are in love. ppl say theyve seen the way you've interacted w the theatre department!! and the jealous way jun looks at dr choi and dr lee!!!! bc seokmin is always so warm toward you!!! hes obviously jealous!!! why doesnt he just ask u out already!!! or u ask him out!!!!! this is the worst slow burn in the world--

meanwhile ur sitting with a student one day, giving them feedback on their rough draft when jun starts to kind of hover around outside ur office. u finish up w the student and tell them to email you if they need any further assistance (or to go to the writing center, tbh, you are a busy person but you can understand confused freshmen), and jun comes in as you pack your things away. it isnt until you get to the parking lot that he holds your hand, already talking about the new restaurant that seokmin was telling him about downtown. he's heard rly good things and figured maybe the two of you could check it out before maybe celebrating your three-year anniversary there next month...?

idk i just like the idea of 'omg theyre obviously into each other!!! but they deny it :(' while the couple has just been together for a while, they just like their privacy

#wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #wooahaes.askgame #tbh id consider a hospital au but i didnt feel like doing the research to get basic ideas on how stuff is run

[grittyreadsfic]

jonas/nico/jack anon here again.... god i feel like i have to put on a suit to pitch this idea bc it's just so..... it's been sitting in a (very long) note on my phone for WEEKS bc i'm too scared to give it Actual Document Privileges(tm). canon-vaguely-compliant... jonas and nico have been fucking around for a while and are just starting to figure things out between themselves. jack has been (checks notes) an absolute idiot and has been flirting with his captain hopelessly for years.... and somewhere along the line started to get feelings for jonas too and now he's confused. PLOT TWIST this is all from jonas' pov bc he can see that jack's rookie year puppy crush on nico has blossomed into something so real it hurts, and nico's too far down in his captaincy denial hole to realize that he likes jack back. jonas, while being the sole non-idiot here, has to play fixer upper with half of the devs leadership so no one explodes and he's so endeared by the idiocy of the other two it's sweet. there's this one scene that i have bouncing around that kind of started all this.... picture this: early in the morning, jonas stayed over at nico's bc nico hates sending jonas home after they have sex, and nico's phone rings. it's jack. nico's been stressed recently and jonas wants him to sleep, so he picks it up, pulling on clothes as he answers. jack's very clearly not having a good time (jonas has noticed that he's seemed a little off recently but hasn't known how to approach it), so jonas does what he does best: comforts a number one draft pick on the devils. jack comes over and just cuddles with jonas on the couch and talks about everything that's been bothering him (he misses his brothers, he misses ty, he's getting assists but he can't seem to score a goal for the life of him). jonas realizes, somewhere in here, three very important things. 1) the fact that jack and nico have been dancing around whatever tension is between them for so long is finally getting to jack's head. 2) fuck jack likes jonas too, doesn't he? jack's heart was always too big to hold love for just one person. and 3) jonas finds he doesn’t mind being seduced by little americans with smiles almost as big as their ego. jonas wants to talk those through with jack, to give him some reassurance.... then nico walks out of the bedroom, half naked and clearly well-fucked. jack connects the dots and does the very mature thing by running away immediately. jonas and nico talk some things out, have a very pensive and thoughts-of-jack driven round of early morning sex, and then get ready for the day, etc, etc. okay look my note on this is STUPID long and my beta needs a break from my usual bullshit, so sorry for dumping all of this on you, but i also figured you might understand the (clenches fist) visceral amounts of FEELING these three give me. i hope this was at least somewhat coherent lmao? tl;dr jonas is jack and nico's support system so they can all go out and support the rest of the team and i need to write this for the sake of my own emotional comfort. hope you have a wonderful day <3

i literally don't even know where to start like this is just so excellent on so many levels it has been running through my mind all day like i cannot stress to you how !!!!! i am about this

first of all jonas and nico fucking around: yes exactly!!!!!!

i love that this is from jonas's point of view, because i feel like the Fond, Exasperated feelings he'd have towards both of them would really just make it in this kind of set up (at least for me personally)

also rookie year puppy love crush on nico so true!!!!!!!! really love the vibes of the characterizations i'm getting from what you've said, too, btw like absolutely excellent!!!!

GOD THE SCENE. JACK RUNNING. JONAS FIGURING IT ALL OUT. also i the positive thoughts of jack driven round of morning sex.....you are speaking my language okay it sounds so good??? so perfect for the three of them and their dynamic???? like not only is what you're saying coherent it is incredible and i (selfishly) really hope you end up writing it because wow do i want to read it so bad!!! (also....if you wanted to talk about it some more....my dms are open like 👀 👀 👀 👀)

i hope YOU have a wonderful day <3

#no but really pls feel free to chat with me more about this i'm not kidding #also editing this to add but are we friends i feel like we should be friends #not 2 try and befriend everyone who writes devs fic but

[monkiebois]

I have a question, what do you do when you get stuck with a chapter? I mean you already know what the chapter will be about but you don't know how to express the idea?

(I love your work! Keep up the good work)

Thank you, im so glad you like my stuff!! :DDDDDD

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maaaaaan

see this is a BIG problem for me.

hell im stuck rn. for multiple reasons and with multiple fics lol. i just havent been able to write in a while for a buttload of reasons i wont get into.

but because this is a big problem for me ive got some advice for u buddy. there are a few things you can do, some is general advice and others is methods i use. note that everyone is different and some methods work well for some and wont work for others.

REST

thats my first piece of advice. dont stress about it. dont beat yourself up bc ur not writing. sometimes inspiration will come and sudddenly your hands will end up moving on thier own. but sometimes you just need the rest. its okay if you spend a day not writing. hell its okay if you spend a WEEK not writing. if your writing something something for you your supposed to enjoy it. this brings me to my next point.

WRITE IT FOR YOU

write it for yourself, especially if its a published work on ao3/wattpad/whatever...

i know it happened to me and tends to happen quite a bit even with my other content. you get too wrapped up in "comments, views, kudos, likes whatever..." your best work comes when you are enjoying what you're making and sometimes when you get too into that mindset suddenly its not fun anymore.

make it for you.

DISCIPLINE

sometimes you rest for too long, sometimes inspiration doesnt come. sometimes youve gotta sit your butt down and make yourself write. do you think its bad? doesnt matter.

whatever you end up writing down on that paper is progress. its a first draft and you can always come back to it later and make it even better then it was.

i know its hard and i really need to expercise this more.

i havent updated on ao3 in a while bc i keep going back to my drafts and think "man.....this is shit" or theres just this feeling like im hitting my head against a wall of bricks expecting it to crumblr for me but nothings happening.

so you really just gotta force youself to write sometimes. and there are some methods i use to help me.

REWRITE THE CHAPTER

yeah. its rough. but sometimes you gotta. what you have isnt working. so you just need to redo everything to get back into the groove. the flow.

i gotta do this with a new chapter im trying to write for longing for more. i already wrote like three thousand words but its not right at all so im redoing the whole thing when i have time.

SKIP THAT BIT

this has actually helped me ALOT.

so bassically if your stuck on a specific part of a chapter.....skip it. just skip it.

when i was writing longing for more the chapter where Mk talks to the lady bone demon in the dining room is one that i usedthis method for.

i wrote the first two paragraphs and then did a little "(they talk blah blah add something about this and then that and dont forget the thing)

and then i wrote the scene where mk escapes and the chase. i wrote that whole scene before i wrote the conversation they have because i had NO idea what to add in that scene. i was stuck. so i just skipped it and when i wrote something i had alot of ideas for i could come back and write that scene later.

and it worked. im really proud of how that scene turned out.

so if you need to just skip it and replace it with a little note (in these things i always forget what they're called) to remind yourself what goes there

MUSIC

Music is my greatest tool to help me write. idk how to explain it cause sometimes what im listening to while writing a scene doesnt make sense.

i think it wasssssss.

i dont remember which scene it was but i remember writing something REALLY sad to "vending machine of love". like gut wrenching sad.

funny stuff.

but yeah, music helps me get in the mood and visualize whats going on.

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the most important thing here though is enjoy what your doing. dont pressure yourself or just be too hard on yourself in general. cause then its no fun anymore and makes EVERYTHING so much harder.

so have fun, dont worry about other people, dont be hard on yourself. enjoy it.

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