#does this even deserve the my writing tag.... nah

[princess-of-purple-prose]

Me: I'm having so much trouble ironing out the climactic conversation at the end of this fic which was originally planned to have no absolutely no clear resolution :( what a shame :(((

Me, weeks to possibly months into struggling: WAIT (caps: wait)

#SO. HIT UPON SOMETHING I THINK #this is a shame though because i really ENJOYED writing said climactic conversation #and i feel it does add to the fic even if it isn't in a way i'd initially intended for the fic to end #and if i publish the fic sans the convo it won't flow well as a standalone? if that makes sense? #like it works as an abrupt stomach-dropping tone shift very well where it is #so removing it from the context of the original piece would make it immediately lose a lot of impact #ughhhhhhh #kay talks #does this even deserve the my writing tag.... nah #three cheers for you if you guess which wip this is lmao

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 - 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩 ❞ - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc; Nadia

summary: most of the social media post made throughout the miami gp weekend!

warning: twitter environment (you know the deal), cussing.

saint’s team radio: hi everyone! just wanted to give y’all a little something something before releasing ‘break my soul’ ! i’m a bit sick rn but i will get back into my groove very very soon 🤭

dividers by: @cafekitsune

pls like, comment and reblog! 🫶🏽

taglist: @queenshikongo3 @mauvecherie-writes @httpsserene @lorarri @goldenalbon @yeea-nah @non-stop-imagines (lmk if you want to be tagged!)

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nadiahamilton

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nadiahamilton yes i know where he keeps his music and no, i won’t be telling you where 🫶🏽

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nadiahamilton it was sooo nice meeting you guys this weekend 🥹

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user i swear you’re his lucky charm

fransisca.cgomes mother ‼️

alexandrasaintmleux and if i ask for your hand in marriage?

nadiahamilton let’s run away

user i fell in love everytime you appeared on screen

user her energy is so refreshing, even if it’s through a tv or phone 😭

user where do you get your clothes???

nadiahamilton i’ll make a highlight for all the stores i shop at 🫶🏽

herstudent i hope school’s open soon, we need the tea!!

nadiahamilton you’ll be getting the pamphlets for the medieval times instead 😚

user his arm…dear lord

nadiahamilton i know, can’t believe it’s wrapped around me rn 🥹

user13 no way she just said that????

yungfilly bestie takin over miami!!

chunkz i think this is where you’re wrong brotha 🤨

niko you’re right, i’m the bestie

nellarose_ YOU’RE ALL WRONG 🤣

nataliatheedon and if i smack your ass, i’m wrong 😔

nadiahamilton bc it really hurt plus you were running behind me????

mercedesamgf1 Mrs Mercedes 🤍

user lewis is washed, never going to get that 8th

nadiahamilton watch your mouth 🙏🏽

lilymhe tinkerbell 🥹

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user is this a inside joke???? a fun nickname??? we need to know!

sza do you think your man will have a problem if i take you away?

nadiahamilton when and where? 🤭

lewishamilton ???????

hater ad21 was deserved 🤣

nadiahamilton i know where you live 🫶🏽

hater as if

nadiahamilton Glendale right??

hater oh shit

user now how tf did she find that man’s address 😭

user don’t question her mastery 🗣️

lewishamilton my angel 🤍

nadiahamilton my superstar 💗

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton miami, you’ve been good 🙏🏽

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nadiahamilton steal my captions why don’t you 🙄

lewishamilton it’s my job 😋

user blonde is so her colour

raye you both are so lovely 🤍

lewishamilton thank you Raye and btw, she’s crying because of this

nadiahamilton DON’T TELL HER OMG????

spinzbeatsinc king and queen of england

nadiahamilton do you want me to get deported??

user just accept your fate guys

user now i need to know if he speaks any south african languages

nadiahamilton he tries to but he says it in a british accent so i end up laughing at him

user mr, does this mean you’re the class dad?

lewishamilton i guess so?

herstudent YEAHHH OUR DAD’S SIR LEWIS HAMILTON!!!

user her face should be trademarked

user how many cars do you think they own together?

f1wags what a woman!

user petition for Nadia to be team principal!

mercedesamgf1 we back this 🫡

hater her tattoos were everywhere and stole the attention off Lewis! She’s so ugly

nadiahamilton never that 🙏🏽

user did you guys see that drake reposted her post?

user wasn’t he friends with lewis at some point???

zendaya see you guys soon 🫶🏽

racerbia mother and father

nadiahamilton my man is so fine y’all damn

user SHE’S SO REAL FOR THIS

nadiahamilton like he looks so delectable, my goat fr 🤭

lewishamilton nads 😧

f1 mother of the paddock ‼️

nadiahamilton pls not while Susie is right there ☹️

badgalriri i hope you do know there’s a group of us planning to take her

iamcardib heard she’s a stylist, need one rn

kehlani i second this !

latto777 if she ever needs flowers, i got her ‼️

nadiahamilton y’all 🥹

lewishamilton can you guys stop planning to take my wife away from me?

user idk, something’s fishy

user yeah bc where the fuck did she come from?

text messages !

♡‧₊ billionaire boys club

miles the fencer 🤺: no way they’re stealing your wife from you in broad daylight?

pookie buddy lewis: pls don’t chat, it’s hurting my spirit rn

princess natalia: let’s talk about nads meeting pharrell (also i’m a genius for naming this gc after his company)

daniel is spinning: her face was just like 😧

nadia: 🧍🏽‍♀️

personal pillow amara: but nads, genuinely, how do you feel after this weekend? it was a big one for you bae

nadia: i do feel like ripping the earth in half and falling in but it’s cool because lew gets me ice cream after 🤭

pookie buddy lewis: i always got your back, nads. you know that. we’ll get ice cream whenever you want

miles the fencer 🤺: GET A FUCKING ROOM OMG

princess natalia: EWWWWW

charlotte (not tilbury): don’t listen to them, this is the cutest shit ever 😭

andrew with the camera: but if i expose miles’ 0.5x photos, i’m wrong.

daniel is spinning: DRAG HIMMMM

personal pillow amara: i’ve taught you way too much danny

miles the fencer 🤺: man whatever 🙄

charlotte (not tilbury): nads, i HAVE to see you in malibu

nadia: ofc, i don’t know what to expect from that place

princess natalia: don’t worry bae, we got you!

ೃ° 

The Avengers (niko made this)

chunkz: nads, who’s this boy you’re chatting to? 🤨

filly felipe: “this boy” and it’s lewis hamilton 🤣

sharks: AND they’re married????

nadia: and i was going to invite you lot to my new place and show you my new car but ig you don’t want to

harry (pinero) potter: BOYS TAKE IT BACK

aj shabeeeeel: i personally never said anything 🙏🏽

niko: you know i’ve always loved f1, nads

nella loml: lying on a public platform, niko??

nadia: you lot are too funny i can’t 😭

nadia: but yeah, wanted to know when you guys are available so that you guys can meet him officially

fiily felipe: welcoming our brother in law aww 🥹

king kenny: how about we chat about the marriage??

nadia: how about no? 🫶🏽

chunkz: i’m just happy something so special is happening to you, nads. you deserve it

nella loml: it’s been a tough ride and already it’s looking so up for you bae

nadia: you guys wanna make me cry on a monday morning 🫵🏽

sharks: always the plan 🫡

niko: to make her cry????

sharks: 😐

king kenny: pls come back to London asap, Cench has been calling us up for a vid ever since the last two 😔

nadia: leave me out of that one, i have a husband 🖐🏽

chunkz: YOU TELL THEM NADS

filly felipe: nadia thandeka hamilton, it has SUCH a nice ring to it 😭

aj shabeeeel: and you guys look so leng together, already my brother in law 🫡

harry (pinero) potter: better get home quick for that debrief!

saint’s team radio (once again!): hope you guys enjoyed this one! it’s got a little touch of how nadia interacts with people she knows and people she doesn’t, our social butterfly 🥹

we finally have a ship name for our favs ‘Lewdia’ coined by @mauvecherie-writes!

i’ve got a few more smaus ready but yeah, love you guys loads! 💗

#saint writes #f1 x reader #formula one x black reader #x black fem reader #formula one x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton fanfics #lewis hamilton imagine #renaissance: the series #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton x oc

[apomaro-mellow]

allo friend! i have an writing thought for you: steddie au -> artist!steve who draws random strangers that inspire him for tiktok or something similar and draws musician!eddie, not knowing who he is, just drawing him and adding him to the long list of people he’s drawn.

The video started as it normally did, with a close up of Steve's face as he exclaimed, "Drawing random strangers because everyone is beautiful and deserves to be immortalized!" And then cut to a view of his sketchbook in his lap as the video sped up to show him drawing a person.

He never showed the real life person, only their image captured through his hands. Of course, thanks to the virality of some of them, on occasion, people would find out that they'd been drawn and would stitch their reactions to it.

Steve held up the finished drawing of a man sitting on a park bench with a rottweiler, leashed and sitting at his side. The man was smiling down while his dog had his head in his lap, giving him the biggest eyes as he got scratches behind his ear.

"I love drawing dogs, they're just the sweetest. And some breeds like rotties get a bad rep. Anyway, join me next time for more random strangers!"

tacklepizza: "random stranger" draws Eddie Goddam Munson

9epper8utterfly: is he playin or nah? i cant tell with this guy

idiot-cinnamon: imagine people watching and Beyonce walks by like

Steve looked at the comments on his latest video and was definitely confused. He'd never heard of Eddie Munson. It was times like this, he really felt his age on the app. He considered asking who it was or just googling it to save himself the embarrassment, but he didn't even have to do that. Before long, Dustin sent him a tiktok. And the first thing he saw was the man he had drawn.

Oh god, he was reacting to it.

There was something slightly embarrassing about hearing his own voice in someone else's video.

"I got tagged, I can't tell you how many times in this damn thing, so it better be good. I appreciate and support the arts, so let's see what this guy's got. Just a paper and a pencil, you know there's beauty in simplicity. Oh there's a little doggy. You know Cocoa and I went out earlier and she-wait, was someone else walking my dog? Wait?" He leaned in until the video only showed his eyes and the top of his head as he looked as close as he could.

"Wait, shit", he started to laugh. "Holy shit that's me! Me and my baby, oh doesn't she look precious", he cooed.

Steve felt his heart flutter. It was always good when people complimented his art but...coming from this man...this beautiful man...

"That looks fucking amazing dude, and to do it on the fly? And I know I didn't stand still. Okay, I needa get in touch with this dude. It might be for some album art or maybe me and Cocoa will finally get that family portrait, but I gotta get some of his art. Does he do commissions?"

Steve did in fact do commissions. And it took less than a day for him to get a DM from one Eddie Munson, inquiring about his services.

#social media aus can be so interesting #apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie

[essentiallyleaf]

day 26. selfcest. with. miyeon.

854 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x futa!idol (???), selfcest, narcissist miyeon, supposedly a mostly comedic piece but at the same time it’s not very funny, narrator might sound too salty though really they’re just annoyed [beep beep cop out alert beep beep], the real cop out is that miyeon sounds awfully similar to me in this and that’s scary, okay maybe outside of the selfcest part, this entire fic is a huge cop out for me having zero creativity and wit to be honest, sorry for the excessively long tags i’ll stop now, no i won’t, yes i will, no i- okay not funny.

notes.

-5. honestlycantwaitfortheendofoctoberly, leaf.

Miyeon always wanted to write an autobiography, maybe a script, or rather, to get it written for her, ‘cause “Who’s got the time for that, y’knowhatImean?”, and definitely not because she hasn’t used pen and paper for anything other than autographs since she - barely - got out of high school; “Maybe a book of quotes, that could be quicker. What? Whose quotes, you asked? Mine, who else’s? HaHA”

Nah, her life is not really book material. It’s more like a b-movie (or, Bee even?), with all the bad jokes and none of the ironic laughs. This one time she was asked, if you could describe your entire life in a frame - one shot, one opportunity; would your mom be making spaghetti in it? - what would it be? With an intense glare and an abnormal amount of dramatic pauses in between she answered, probably me, in front of a mirror, side-eyeing my own reflection, y’kno, because I, am my only, enemy, the biggest obstacle, on the road to success; wow, that deserves a spot in the book.

It doesn’t come as a shock that a person like her had weird dreams, dreams where she randomly comes across a woman that looks exactly like her, and starts researching about her, trying to get more information, discover where the woman comes from, what she does in her life; it also doesn’t come as a shock that none of that is a product of her own imagination, she just really likes any film with Jake Gyllenhaal in it and can’t come up with any original ideas, even in the hours of the day when her unconscious is completely free and unbound from the chains of the real, or even of the realistic. Joining this exhibition of the unshocking, the first words that Miyeon utters when she gets to meet the woman (even in a dream, where every texture, every face is out of focus and blurred, where humans have twelve fingers and mushrooms have eight legs, she can see the woman’s features clearly - almost like she spent about the same amount of time in a day sleeping and looking in the mirror and could draw her own face blindfolded - and they exactly resembles her own) are “Oh my God, I look so beautiful”. So beautiful that she wants to feel the woman’s sharp, V-lined jaw, her perfectly angled, straight, thin nose, her thick, juicy, pink lips and fuck, how good they’d feel on-

Her tongue invades the double’s mouth like she’s about to have a taste of heaven, and ascending is what Miyeon does as she gets a sample of her own flavor. She feels the woman’s body up all over, hungry for contact, swiping and gripping and tugging now on her soft thighs, now on her bouncy cheeks, now on her perky tits. I need this real fucking fast, she thinks as she feels dampness between her legs, so she kneels to pull the dress of the other her up to her waist, and what she finds is no underwear (it would have been worrying to know that her perfect double does wear it, to be fair) and a gargantuan semi-erect penis. An absolute utopia, truly, for Miyeon to be in front of the two things she loves the most, fused together: herself and dick. No questions asked then, - and honestly, who’s ever questioned anything in their own dreams, even when it’s sucking yourself off - she wraps her lips around the mushroom head and starts bobbing like it’s her favorite hobby, and it is. It’s like she’s practiced her entire life for the moment she gets to taste the cock she never knew she wanted, and that cock thrusts hard back into her moaning throat because only one can know what she always wanted. And as Miyeon loses herself, - in the music, the moment - that’s where it stops, and her body is turned around and put on all fours, her round ass in the air. She feels her slick being spread around and onto her puckered hole, and as the woman’s tip pushes into her back entrance. One thrust in, and then out. Two, a little further. The third time, the huge girth leaves her hole gaping. Four, five, six, and when she loses count (quite soon, and not because of her poor math abilities), that’s when she breaks. That’s when her moans turn into screams, when her hand automatically goes to her clit and starts rubbing, the pleasure from her own fingers causing her muscles to relax even more and her double’s length to reach even deeper into her. The sound of hips bumping into cheeks and of her own feral wails is all she hears before she feels herself cumming and concurrently several spurts of cum fill her ass.

When Miyeon wakes up she has another quote for her book in mind, one to be remembered for generations to come, surely, and just as surely not a stolen one: the opportunity to meet face to face with your greatest enemy comes once in a lifetime - and the enemy will certainly not miss her chance to blow.

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footnotes.

getting repetitive. contritely, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #idol x idol #gidle #miyeon #cho miyeon #gidle miyeon #gidle smut #miyeon smut #cho miyeon smut #gidle miyeon smut

[canirove]

Ben Chilwell Imagine | five

Author’s note: For today I had planned to post another imagine with Ben because I'm finishing a story with him and getting new content has kept me inspired, but then that photo came out, and like happened to many others, I had to write something with it 😅 This is basically the idea I wrote on the tags when I rebloged the photo on Monday. You are attending a wedding together, and he has to keep waiting for you because you don't know how to walk in heels. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

Masterlist

"Ben, can you please slow down?"

"If I walk slower we are gonna be late."

"But I… fuck" I say when my ankle twist for the millionth time. 

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. But slow down a bit."

"Fine" he sighs, turning to look at me. "You look like Bambi."

"What?"

"Do you remember Bambi on the ice? That's you right now" he chuckles.

"You are so funny, Benjamin" I say while rolling my eyes, my ankle almost doing the same movement.

"Come here" he says, offering me his arm. "If we are late for the ceremony, my mum is going to kill us."

"Sorry."

"Why did you choose to wear heels when you don't know how to walk in them?"

"Because I'm already wearing a suit for a wedding instead of the ugly dresses everyone does, and I didn't want to stand  out even more" I explain. 

"Suits are hot."

"You tell me. You look bloody gorgeous, Ben."

"Thank you" he smiles. "But so do you."

"Yes, Bambi on a suit" I say, my ankle dangerously twisting again despite Ben's help. "Why did they have to marry in the old town?"

"It's pretty" he shrugs.

"And a deathtrap" I reply, looking down at the cobblestones.

"Wait until you see where we are having dinner" Ben's sister says behind us.

"Is it bad?" I ask.

"Grass" she says.

"You are fucked, Bambi" Ben laughs.

"Ok, that's it. I'm done."

"What are you doing?"

"Taking these off" I say, letting go of his arm and getting rid of my heels.

"You can't walk barefoot into the church" he laughs again.

"Watch me."

"Bambi, you can't."

"Don't call me Bambi!" I say, hitting him with one of my shoes.

"Sorry, sorry" he laughs. "Don't need to get violent."

"Guys, we are gonna be late" Ben sister's says. 

"The bride isn't here yet. I have time to go back to the car and change into the sneakers I have on the boot."

"You can't go back to the car barefoot" he says. "It is too far away."

"Well, I'm not wearing these torture devices again."

"Guys, c'mon. We are going to be late and mum is going to get pissed" his sister insists.

"Ok, fine" Ben sighs. "I'll run to the car and get them for you."

"Will you do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you, Bambi" Ben smiles, taking the shoes from my hand before I'm able to hit him again and running away.

"Oh the things we do for love" his sister chuckles. 

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Ok, I'm back" Ben says, trying to catch his breath.

"And right on time. The bride's car is coming."

"Then hurry up."

"I'm going as fast as I can" I say, tying up my sneakers. "Ok, done. How do I look?"

"Beautiful… Bambi" he smirks.

"Urgh" I say, rolling my eyes. "Let's go inside, the bride is coming."

"But wait, how do I look? " he says, running a hand through his hair.

"Stupidly gorgeous. C'mon."

"Aren't you going to say thank you or something?"

"For what?" I ask.

"I don't know. I just ran all the way down and then up again so you could change your shoes. I deserve something."

"Thank you for my shoes, Benjamin."

"Nah, not enough" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. "I deserve something else."

"Like what" I ask, running my hands through his hair and trying to make it look a bit more presentable even if I love it when it is all messy.

"A kiss."

"Ben…"

"A kiss. One kiss and I promise I will stop calling you Bambi."

"Promise?"

"Promise" he smiles. "Just one kiss."

"Ok, fine" I smile back before kissing him.

"Excuse me" someone says behind us.

"Oh, shit, uncle" Ben says, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "We didn't see you there."

"We can tell" his cousin giggles. "Were you waiting for me?"

"We…"

"We were, yes" I say, Ben's cheeks now bright red. "They asked us to check if you were coming, the groom was getting impatient."

"And you got bored of waiting, didn't you?" she smirks.

"We… sorry" Ben chuckles. "We should probably go inside and…"

"Yes, you should" his uncle says.

"Ok… umm… You look beautiful, cousin. He's gonna love it."

"Thank you" she smiles. 

"We should get going, Ben. We don't want your mum to get mad at us" I say, taking his hand on mine.

"Yes, yes. We… ok" he mumbles, starting to walk and tripping with a flower pot.

"Careful there, Bambi" I laugh.

"Bambi?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, Bambi. Now let's go" I smile before walking into the church, Ben's cousin giggling behind us. 

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell x reader #football imagine #football fanfic #benimagine

[howdoyousleep3]

soo speaking of ballsy, bratty, huffy baby bucky...

i feel like there's one solid, fail proof, filthy-sweet way of pulling that stubborn baby out of his 'lil funk and that is absolutely, completely dumbing him down until his brain melts out of his ears

and i know daddy steve has all the tools to do just that

dumbification kink go brr brrrrr 😌

yes yes yes not me asking you to put this in my inbox so i can write somethinnnnng for it after i had a CRISIS realizing i've never written this with these two okay okay okay...Tags for dumbification, daddy kink, established relationship, humiliation, verbal humiliation, rough sex, blowjob, manhandling, brat taming, dirty talk 💕

"That's a dumb fuckin' baby right there..."

Oh...oh no.

Bucky hiccups. Spit drips down his chin where he kneels, his neglected dick aches something fierce, and he hiccups, breath stuttering tight around his hot mouthful of cock. He feels Steve's words all over his body, the force of them damn near knocking him sideways, fucking him.

The energy within himself, between the two of them, makes its final shift of the evening. And when Steve pulls his hips away from the edge of the bed, cock popping from between Bucky's lips, he feels the last of the fight leave his system.

Dumb...baby?

"D-Daddy?"

"There he is," Daddy all but growls, voice like velvet slipping through Bucky's veins, big hand cupping his chin, other loosely jerking himself off in front of Bucky's face. "Daddy's cock fillin' your throat remind you'a who he is? Make you stupid enough to drop this embarrassing fuckin' act?"

Bucky's head spins as he pants, twirls right up into nothing but wisps of sugary cotton candy. Confused and wrung out, all he can do is open his mouth, show Daddy his tongue and that it's a much better place for Daddy to put his cock.

He's having trouble remembering why he threw such a fit to begin with actually.

"Fuckin' look at you," Daddy mumbles, smearing the swollen tip of his cock along Bucky's lips. He finds himself chasing it before he can stop himself. "Stupid like this, just how I like you— dumb for my Daddy dick."

Bucky doesn't understand what's happening, why he is finding such degradation so hot. But he is. Every one of his actions today have led to this moment, have been begging for this treatment from his Daddy. Every huff, every snap, every eye roll; this is what he was craving from his Daddy.

Bucky shouldn't be surprised Steve would use this moment to show him yet another something, another kink, he may enjoy.

He is surprised that it's this one though.

"Dumb b-baby?" he asks in a small, ragged voice, fingertips pressing into the skin of Steve's meaty thighs. Daddy gives his chin a hard squeeze, slips the same hand up and threads his fingers through Bucky's hair. When he chuckles and shakes his head, Bucky whines.

"Yeah, babylove— dumb. Havin' Daddy's dick on your tongue makes your brain go silly and that's just how I like you, just how you need to be. No thinkin', no runnin' your mouth, no backtalk. Just pliant and pretty and wet for your Daddy to fuck with."

Bucky's brain goes offline.

His eyes roll back into his head when he whines again, high and nasally and needy. He pouts, squirms, opens his mouth wider. He doesn't know why he does this, why he wants to spread his legs, show Daddy his hole, cry around Daddy's cock.

But he doesn't have to know why. He doesn't have to think. He gets to be dumb for Daddy.

"I'm sorry, D-Daddy," he whimpers, and Steve pulls his head forward by his hair, lips smashing against Daddy's shaft messily.

"Nah, I don't think you really are, but we'll talk about that later, sugar. Right now you're gonna let Daddy use this silly little mouth and your silly little body to make up for the shit you put me through today."

Yes, yes Bucky wants that. Daddy deserves it, he deserves it. It's what he's meant for, for Daddy to work out his frustrations, for Daddy to enjoy. Bucky eagerly nods his head just as Daddy impatiently smacks his heavy cock down onto his tongue.

"Now put your mouth on Daddy's balls, my pretty dumb baby. Play with 'em a while. They're heavy and full for you already, but attention from a stupid lil' thing will make the load I drop in you even heavier, come on..."

#askK #my lau tag #daddy steve and baby bucky #my writing #all mistakes are mine #writing this dirty talk actually made me 🤭

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!

OC Questionnaire

My questions:

What would you rather be doing right now?

What is your favorite desert?

What color are your eyes?

I'll answer these for the Outcasts!

1) What would you rather be doing right now?

Izjik: "Fishing. Nothing beats a nice day on the water and the shade of a good willow tree. Plus, I'm fucking hungry."

Sepo: "Not this, that's for damn sure."

Twenari: "Oh, probably reading. I found this delightful treatise on multi-linked runes and their application to telescopes the other day - I really hope to finish it by this evening. I've always wanted to build my own telescope."

Djek: "At the club! Look at me! You think a treat like me deserves to be rotting away at work? Nah bitch, I should be where the other baddies are!"

2) What is your favorite desert?

Izjik: "Eh, I'm not really a fan of sweets. Twenari makes fruit pie sometimes, and I guess that's alright, so long as I take the crust off."

Sepo: "I do have a sense of taste, contrary to what some hayseed halawemavar might tell you. I like dark chocolate."

Twenari: "I have to pick just one? Well, crème brûlée is my favorite desert to make, but raspberry tarts are wonderful to eat. Also, hot chocolate. Does that count as desert? I'll split the difference and go with chocolate-cherry cream pie."

Djek: "Call me cheap, but you know those little cinnamon bread twists they sell on the street corner outside of bars? Gods beyond, I could eat my own body weight of those fucking things. I'd steal some all the time when I was a kid."

3) What color are your eyes?

Izjik: "Slate, I guess? Like a blue gray? I don't know - we didn't have mirrors growing up, so I just say the color Sepo tells me."

Sepo: "Black. Duh. All sirens have night-colored eyes."

Twenari: "A light amber, brighter than my skin tone. They're very distinctive. Sort of a mark of the Devaris family."

Djek: "Proper Amaranthi red. No one gave a shit back on Fayuki, but here on the mainland? A little shadow magic, some super direct eye contact, and bam, I'm a demon out of hell!"

Thanks for the questions, these were fun!

I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @willtheweaver @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @bargainbincheese @cssnder @meep-writes-stuff and YOU 🫵

Your questions are:

What's your favorite type of weather?

Who was the last person you told a secret to?

Have you ever broken a bone?

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #author

[welldressedandfandolobsesed]

Rafe Barry prompt: what was there first ever interaction like? First impressions of each other?

Thanks ☺️

I have already done something kinda similar. If you want to read it you can look at my rafebarry tag list. But, I'm always down to write variations.

It seemed like another lifetime when Rafe and Barry first crossed paths. It was a full-on kook party. Plenty of alcohol, hot girls, and trust fund babies were abundant. But, there was one man out of place. Rafe watched as people floated around him like he was the sun and they were planets. Rafe thought he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His dark, wavy hair was pulled up into a half bun, the rest left to fall down his shoulders. A gold chain lay around his neck and it sparkled from the light of the fire. Rafe spotted a matching gold tooth every time he smiled. It wasn't until Jackson's voice pulled him out of his thoughts that Rafe realized he was staring.

"I see you eyeing Barry over there. Provides the best weed in town. I got to introduce you."

"Oh, I'm-I'm good."

""Nah, dude. Consider it a favor."

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt."

Jackson only smiled and yanked Rafe towards the log the drug dealer was sitting on, "Hey Barry! This is my friend Rafe. He's interested in some product."

"That right?"

Rafe nodded.

"Does country club over here speak?"

"What'd you call me!"

"Oh calm down, don't get your Calvin Cline underwear in a knot. Just a joke Whicha interested in."

"Just, uh, just some weed."

"Sounds about right, blondey. How much?"

"An ounce or two."

Barry nodded, ruffling around in his duffle bag before pulling out a small baggie filled with the dark green plant.

"That'll get you by for some time. And, because you're a first-time customer, I'll give it to you for crisp Benjamin."

"Hundred dollars, for that little thing?"

"Woah, buddy. This your first time buying street drugs or something? Shit's expensive. Counting for the fact that if I get caught I'm in a fair load of trouble."

Barry was right. Rafe had been high plenty of times. But, this was his first time buying. He had shared joints with hook-ups. Taken weed as payment to enter a party. Done it on a dare. There was never a need. But, here he was and at this point, he was too deep in it to back out. So he dug through his wallet before finding the bill labeled with the number one-hundred and handing it over.

"Whatever," was all he said before returning to his friends.

It was a few hours later, and Rafe and his friends and already made it through half the baggie. The hazy feeling hitting Rafe just right to start forgetting his troubles.

"So, whatcha think?" Jackson asked.

"Of what?"

"The drugs silly," he giggled.

"Oh, yeah. Guess they're pretty good."

"Pretty? Barry deserves a little more credit than that.

The haze cleared from Rafe's mind for a second. Yes, Barry. The pretty drug dealer from the cut. Someone Rafe should rather be caught dead than seen with. But, there was something about him that drew him in. Like an invisible string pulling him closer. It was a new feeling for Rafe. After his mom left he vowed to keep everyone at a distance. His closest friends were Topper and Kelce and even then were more golf and party buddies than anything else. Even still, there was something bout the draw in Barry's voice and the way he smiled that made Rafe want to get to know him better. He took another drag off the joint and suddenly remembered Jackson had asked him a question.

"It's good enough where I'll defiantly be a returning customer."

Rafe didn't know if he was talking about the drugs or the dealer. But, it didn't matter.

#rafe cameron x barry #rafebarry #rafe cameron #barry obx #barry outer banks #outerbanks #outer banks

[sleepsonfutons]

20 questions for fic writers!

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

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

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

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

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

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

3. What fandoms do you write for?

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

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

hmmmm, those would be...

In Awe, I Stand -> 370 kudos

Dream of the Dark -> 226 kudos

My Comfort. Your Touch. -> 216 kudos

Every Inch of Me -> 161 kudos

Starlight, Star-Bright -> 139 kudos

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

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

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

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

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

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

8. Do you get hate on fics?

*knocks on wood* nah

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

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

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

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

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

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

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

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

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

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

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

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

16. What are your writing strengths?

Setting the scene? aka "purple prose" and metaphors

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

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

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

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

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

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

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

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

[roseicicles]

Looks at Aki. I have no idea how they do it. They can keep the KING JACK ATLAS at KING level but they still cant keep a competent female through arc-V. They either die, are humor only, or fade into obscurity sadly

Yugioh doesn't, and never has known how to write badass female characters. They either start out strong, or can be good, but all end up just being either non existent, or as you said, fade into obscurity.

Like lets go series by series.

OG Yugioh: Mai? Mai? The girl who basically lost most of her duels, was pretty much used as canon fodder. As in just to showcase Ra, and give reason for Joey's epic duel vs Marik. To then join up with the whole Dartz thing, only to then STILL feel like a poor duelist. Sure, she and Joey had an epic duel, but then after that....Meh. Then after that season she was g o n e.

GX: Alexis could've been a great character. She had links to the shadows through her missing brother, she was best friends with the school's top duelist. But after her good start, she gets captured lol. Sure, she does get her payback, but I swear, after that it's mostly downhill for her development. While everyone around her goes down a major path of development and character.

Another point going to Blair, cause what could've been for her. When you consider her Tag Force 3 deck. Imagine if she had Lightsworns in the show. She'd be a unit, but nah, she just became a cheerleader sadly, and a damsel during the Yubel later stages.

5DS: Honestly, the Blackwings are at fault here LOL. Akiza had such a grand opening, and then the second half/rest dropped the ball SUPER hard. Hell, you could argue all the females here had great starts, only for it to go downhill, or just nothing. Carly, Misty, Luna even((Mina doesn't count as she's just more a proper side character)). Of course later we had Sherry, whom we should've had a epic Sherry vs Aki duel one on one. But what did we get? Shery vs Aki AND Crow. Like least Jack having Leo and Luna made sense, as it was to set up Life Stream's birth from Power Tool, but jfc.

Zexal: Rio huh. Honestly like I said, she has a good opener, but then later just becomes basically worth nothing. Even when the big reveal happens. She's not threatening, or important. We also have Anna who had fucking trains, yet was barely used.

Arc-V: OK. Now here is where I first talked about it. Cause honestly, THESE FOUR GALS DESERVE BETTER. Yuzu has a good growth period, but after basically Serena takes her spot, Yuzu basically becomes NOTHING. While Serena kicks ass like a true badass, and becomes a great character. Her duel with Yugo is honestly one of my favorites. It helped her realize that maybe dueling can be fun. But what do we get after that? Oh, she's taken away in the most bullshit plot armor way, and mind controlled lmao. Rin and Ruri? We get told they're great through flashbacks, do we get to see it? Nop, they're controlled. Then the end, only Yuzu gets to be free basically. What a mess.

Vrains: How many times do you want to fuck Blue Angel/Aoi did you say? Like, what important duel did she win? Every important duel, she loses. She came off as a really good character, and everything good and cool they threw at her, they then decide to make her LOSE. I'm not saying she has to win to become relevant and good, but it just felt like she became a punching bag, and only Playmaker and later Soulburner COULD save the day.

Sevens: Sevens is more of kid Yugioh honestly, so I can't really expect too much from it, as comparing it to other series, yeah. Sevens isn't bad, just...Alright. Though I will say, it had some pretty good female characters. But like the dudes in this show, pretty average gdigsdidg. Will say though, Romin surprisingly had a positive dueling record. With 11 duels. One not shown, three loses, and SEVEN WINS. There are some notable characters too, like Luke's sister, and the construction crew girl. But in terms of what my post is mainly following, can't put that there.

Go Rush: Same can be said here tbh. Might be some 'nice' characters, but none fitting the mold.

I'm not making all this to say, 'oh the female characters are complete shit' when they're not. I love em for a reason, I just get so sad when their writing goes to sour shit, as if they get the rug pulled from under them, while the dudes continue forward, and get the lime light.

It's why if Yugioh ever goes serious again, I'd love a female lead. A female lead that would kick ass, and not go down a more forgetful or poor writing path like these have before.

[blocksruinedme]

🙋‍♀️ ❌ 🧐, and of course ✨ for the ask game! Hope you're having a good day!

\(^ヮ^)/

🙋‍♀️Do any irl people know you write fanfic? Oh yeah I'm super open about fandom, I have been since I was little and I'm old, so it's well established lore (Elder Millenial). IRL friends are some of my tight tight fandom buddies. I'm Trying to find one that's reasonable to share with people wrt how much context you need and if it's too spicy, I have multiple people waiting' ❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Uhhh... god I keep getting into more thing but def never a/b/o, it's such a big no. And I beta'd a fic for a close (irl!) friend and yup it did not awaken anything in me, even a little. Obvs respect to people who do, i did the beta

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Nah, just canon review and stuff. Okay does kink count? I don't want to do AUs unless it's something I'm already passionate and knowledgable about, so thus far in development that's larpers and burning man. I might do ballroom dance someday but I'd need a really solid concept, and the larper au and burning man are already so much.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I feel like I need to do something besides "characterization" because I've talked about that multiple times in the past couple days. I think I do longing and pining and crushing and all those "i want you" feelings pretty well? I hope so cause I do it non stop. The majority of my fics are tagged "getting together" SO!

Those were fun, thanks!

Ask meme here!

#answering asks #me #my writing

[480pfootage]

The Things a Single Touch Can Do

summary: Piers tries to get out of his comfort zone and give Raihan his well deserved loving (some cuddling). Raihan gets overwhelmed way too quickly by his touches and starts to shell up.

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Piers sucked in a breath.

Seeing Raihan sprawled up on his bed, the sheets all tangled up in his legs.. There’s just something so.. Poetic about it.

Maybe poetic wasn’t the right word. He’s seen Raihan sleeping like this before, naked or not, it just never felt like this. Never felt so domestic before.

“Hey, brought you some water.”

Piers could write millions of songs about the smile that just lit up on the dragon tamer’s face.

“You’re the best, Piers! Have I told you that?”

Raihan’s voice was hoarse. Not that Piers could blame him, he was the cause of that hoarseness after all. Still, there was no uncertainty or sarcasm lacing his tone. He could almost feel his heart flutter at the thought of Raihan loving him that much.

His hand slightly brushed over the other’s as the cup was handed over, he swears he felt electricity zap him at that touch.

Piers quickly excused himself off to the closet just across from the bed, searching for something else to wear other than some boxers as Raihan slowly sipped on his drink, though it was more of an excuse to leave the other’s overwhelming kindness(?).

Piers always thought that after sex, it’ll be awkward. Which is why he used to quickly leave the house of his hookups (or ask them to leave if they were at his apartment instead). Hell he even did that with Raihan when they were still friends with benefits, although he slowly stopped once he actually realized that he was in love with the man.

He still does think that it is awkward right after sex when it’s all silent, but he can deal with it now that the dragon tamer was actually his boyfriend.

Maybe he’s gotten used to it, Raihan was always very cuddly after sex, only letting him go when Piers would give him whatever amount of kisses he requested. It was dumb, yeah, but hearing the other man laugh when Piers gave in was enough for him to comply.

His hand landed on an oversized t-shirt, probably one that Raihan ‘forgot’ to take back home seeing the Hammerlocke University symbol on its front. Whatever, it was good enough.

Raihan’s arms immediately curled around PIers as he got on the bed, squeezing him tight before loosening up. “Looking good, handsome.”

“Yer only saying that ‘cause ‘s your shirt.” The singer scoffed, leaning down to steal a kiss from the other man.

“Hmm, nah. You always look good.” Raihan hummed, sitting up so he’d be face to face with the other, “Now, you forgot to give me five kisses before you left, so please get to it.”

“Yer spoiled.” Piers says, rolling his eyes, before pulling the dragon user for a kiss. And then a few more. And maybe a couple more.

Raihan was practically beaming at the end of it, almost like a cat in a way.

He peppered kisses up and down Piers’s neck. Vibrating in a way that almost made it seem like a purr. Piers can’t believe how ridiculous the man he loves is, yet he can’t help but smile.

“Rai.” Piers mumbled, patting the other’s back gently. He got a hum in return, those electric blue eyes glancing at him with such an adoring look. Piers felt his mouth become dry immediately.

Clearing his throat, the singer averted his eyes. He was practically breaking under Raihan’s gaze, his eyes were always so intense yet soft at the same time. Piers couldn’t take it.

“Let’s ah- .. Spoon today? Ye can be the little spoon if ya like.”

The singer could feel a grin forming against his skin as Raihan practically squeezed the life out of him with a hug. “Is it my birthday today? Thanks for spoilin’ me, luv. You really are the best.”

“Yeah ‘s bare minimum mate.” Piers wheezed, coughing as Raihan apologetically let him go.

“Ah sorry- Still, mate. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with all this touching stuff, I know you don’t like cuddling and stuff. So really, thanks.”

“Stop thankin’ me so much,” the singer sighed, softly cupping a hand on the other man’s cheek, “‘m not that opposed to cuddlin’, plus I’ve dealt with yer touchiness my entire life. ‘S fine, Rai.”

“Well..”

Piers took notice of how Raihan’s voice wavered slightly, his thumb softly caressing the man’s cheek to try and comfort him. He felt his heart tighten to see the dragon tamer melt at that small gesture.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with it.. Want you to be comfortable, y’know.”

“I am comfortable, Rai. I know that durin’ the first week or so I wasn’t very.. Acceptin’ of yer touches, but ‘m not used to havin’ an actual intimate relationship. Trust me, ‘s fine ta cuddle.”

Raihan shuddered. Is he crying?

“I.. Yeah, I get it. ‘M sorry ‘m getting all emotional over this.”

Piers bit his lip, he messed up didn’t he. Just because of his stupid ideas and his stupid reflexes that made him jump away at any touch he gets and his stupi-

“It’s not about what you said, really.” The dragon tamer chuckled dryly, leaning more into Piers’s hand as he tried to pull away out of fear of doing something wrong. “I just.. Really missed this. Missed you touching me, caressing me and all. Feels nice.”

Tears silently dripped down Raihan’s cheeks, him doing nothing to stop or wipe them away, “I don’t know why ‘m crying really. I don’t want you to think I’m like..” he chuckled again, “guilt tripping you to cuddle me or anything. I know your boundaries ‘n I don’t want to push them.. This.. This is just nice. ‘M happy, really.”

“Rai..” Piers was betrayed by how his voice broke, softly using his thumb to brush away the other’s still falling tears. “I don’t want you to feel like yer forcin’ me to touch you. I want to hold you. ‘M.. Not very good at doin’ so or.. Pickin’ up that you want me to do so.”

Shit, it was all piecing together in Piers’s head now. How did he never notice it? Like how Raihan always asked for multiple kisses before Piers left just so he could squeeze the man tightly in a hug, how he always got that look on his face that Piers could never discern when the singer would let go of his hand in public (to which Piers thought he was actually protecting the dragon tamer from backlash from being seen together!), or how even he would shiver and melt at the slightest touch Piers gave him.

Was he really starving his lover from touch that much?

“M-Mhm..” The dragon tamer let out a shuddery breath, nuzzling softly against Piers’s hand, “Sorry for never talking to you ‘bout it.. Was scared.”

“That’s fine, Rai. Don’t apologize fer somethin’ that’s my fau-”

“‘S both our faults I think.” Raihan sniffled, “Can we cuddle now? I don’t.. Want to talk about this anymore.”

Piers frowned. The dragon tamer always had a tendency to quickly shut down any talk about his emotions or feelings. Whether it be by making a joke out of it or downright saying he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. Though Piers doesn’t want to push Raihan’s boundaries, he’s starting to get extremely worried with seeing how the other is starting to frequently shut down.

His hand subconsciously reached up to toy with his choker, dropping when he realized that he wasn’t wearing it.

It was heartbreaking to see that Raihan noticed his behavior, him gently detaching himself from the singer and getting up,

“I’ll go sleep in the guest room.. Night, Piers.”

“Hey wait. Didn’t ya say ye wanted to cuddle?”

Raihan pursed his lips, glancing at Piers’s neck and then away. “I dunno. Guess ‘m not feeling like it today.”

Piers feels helpless seeing Raihan looking at him like that. “Alright well.. The door’s unlocked ‘n you know how my insomnia gets.”

With a nod, the man curtly left, leaving Piers in an all too empty room.

#raihan #raihan pokemon #gym leader raihan #piers #piers pokemon #gym leader piers #pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #swsh #sword and shield #pkmn #pkmnswsh #writing #my writing #angst

[dangcommaannie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Not necessarily tagged, but I saw @dadvans do this and I wanted to too lol

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

104!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

453,629, which is way more than I thought!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Haikyuu right now. I used to write a fair amount of Yuri on Ice, Miss Sherlock, Overwatch, and Dream Daddy. I've got some Leverage fics too as well as some one off fics for some other fandoms.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Yes, Professor? (Yuri on Ice)

Bro? (Dream Daddy)

Read Between the Lines (Haikyuu)

Everybody Loves Toshi (Haikyuu)

All In (Haikyuu)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! It might take me a minute, and I may read it and forget to respond, but I do try to respond to everything.

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

Hmmm I don't usually do angsty endings, so this was hard. But probably Like We Used To Do (Haikyuu) or Silver Bells and Cockle Shells (Dream Daddy.)

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

Probably To This Ordinary Day (Overwatch.) It's just all fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually. I actually only got my first rude comment the other day, which, given how much I've written and for how long, is very good. Good on you, readers!

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, but not well lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

No full fics of crossovers so far, but I've written a few drabbles that had some crossovers when I used to do requests for Miss Sherlock.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know and I can only hope it never happens.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! It's so shocking to me that people want to translate my fics! As a polyglot, I know how hard it is to translate things and it's wild to me that people would pick to translate my fics!

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

No, I have not.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

You think I, a wild multishipper and rare pair lover, can choose? In this economy?! Nah, but really, if I had to pick, probably yeehan (Overwatch), ushisaku (Haikyuu), ushiten (Haikyuu), ushioi (Haikyuu), and the ot3 (Leverage). There's definitely a trend there lol 😅

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

Oh, no, sorry to my Yuri on Ice fans, but probably Kiss Kiss Katsudon! and Hey Mister DJ. I've had the docs for them sitting around for forever and I want to say that they'll at least get updated someday, I know it is highly unlikely right now. I'll still try, though. I'll still try. 👍

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would hope my characterization is good. I think I do well with dialogue too. I don't plan it, but I do unintentionally write a fair amount of character study that I think are good and I'm pretty sure that stems from me being an English literature major. Even though I have long since graduated, I still can't help but over-analyze and write essays. 😅

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing anything and smut, which are kinda the same thing lol

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I don't think I mind it. I can't recall if I've done it for a fic, but I don't have particularly strong feelings about it, I guess.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Naruto. Quizilla is gone, but I know there are definitely still Naruto and Death Note fics on my FF.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Time for me to promo some fics I feel deserve more love!

Nah, but really, though, Sleepless (Haikyuu) holds a very special place in my heart as does Yes, Professor? (Yuri on Ice). Neither are perfect, but they are influenced by some aspects of life, so they remain dear to me.

Legato (Haikyuu) was the first fic I wrote for @theorangecourt exchange and it was just way better than I had anticipated. Goshiki Tsutomu's Fool-Proof Step by Step Plan on How to be the Coolest Kid in Town (Haikyuu) was also inspired by my lovely friends in the Orange Court.

a book elegantly bound (Good Omens) was written on a whim and it's the first fic I wrote that got fanart.

Last, but definitely not least, 20 Questions (Haikyuu). I feel like this is one of my most underappreciated fics, and I need people to read it and appreciate it because I absolutely love and adore this fic so much. There is more of me in this than I had planned, but it still remains true to itself as well. I would not want to turn a fic into an actual published work, but if I had to, if someone forced me to, I would choose this one.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it!

#personal post #about me #annie writes updates

[frogtanii]

these transcripts are protected by doctor-client privilege and hippa laws and should only be accessed by the verified person(s). please call xxx-xxxx if you are in fear of those laws being violated.

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[dr otsuaka]: hello, [redacted]! it’s so great to hear from you again! last we met, things were on track with your recovery — has that changed at all?

[patient 86]: clears throat um, not really. things are weird, that’s all.

[dr o]: weird how?

[86]: ...

[dr o]: does this have something to do with your roommate, [redacted]?

[86]: nods

[dr o]: does this also deal with you working through your feelings for her?

[86]: she... she doesn’t like me like that. i’m not like... like [redacted].

[dr o]: now, what did we say about negative self talk and comparisons to others?

[86]: ...not to do it.

[dr o]: i know it isn’t easy but you are not [redacted] or [redacted] for a reason. you are you and that doesn’t make you less than! it just makes you different.

[86]: smiles ... she said something like that to me once.

[dr o]: she sounds like a smart girl. you should listen to her.

[86]: ...yeah.

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[patient 12]: —and then she just, punches the air, wham! and it was so intense and i’m pretty sure i’ve never been more turned on in my life because, god doc you should’ve seen her. i know you’re like 50 and gay but.. damn.

[doctor fujiwara]: laughs you are quite the character [redacted].

[12]: i try.

[dr f]: well, it seems as though this girl has become quite the fixture in your life.

[12]: i mean.. yeah. she saved me.

[dr f]: hm... don’t you think you are.. idolizing her a bit? placing her on an unattainable pedestal which sets her up for failure in your eyes? you’ve placed quite a bit of weight on [redacted].

[12]: ... no, no she’s helped me through so much but i don’t, she’s not my idol or anything.

[dr f]: are you sure? you place much of the credit for your recovery on her. is that fair to her, to feel entirely responsible for your health and well-being?

[12]: ...

[dr f]: just think about it, hm? now, tell me again about this ferret you were thinking of purchasing?

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[dr otsuaka]: ... and how did that make you feel?

[patient 88]: ... you couldn’t sound more cliche if you tried.

[dr o]: laughs nothing gets quite past you [redacted].

[88]: you say that as though it is a bad thing.

[dr o]: trust me it isn’t. but on that note, tell me some things you’ve observed this week.

[88]: ...she isn’t eating as much. i think the stress is getting to her.

[dr o]: is it not getting to you as well?

[88]: ...it isn’t about me.

[dr o]: this is your therapy session [redacted], it quite literally is about you. ...have you been neglecting yourself in favor of taking care of her?

[88]: we’re drifting and i do not want to lose her. she has [redacted] and it doesn’t seem like... like she has use of me anymore.

[dr o]: [redacted]... you are not an object to be used. no one can decide if you are “of use” or not — you need to take care of yourself so that when you are up to it, when you are healed and ready, you can take care of the others around you. she is a grown woman and as much as you care for her, she can take care of herself. it is time for you to focus on you.

[88]: ... i don’t know how to do that.

[dr o]: smiles well, that is what i’m here for.

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[dr barnes]: ah welcome, [redacted]! it’s so great to meet you! dr otsuaka speaks of you highly!

[patient 4]: wow! you’re so big! your biceps are as big as my head!!

[dr b]: laughs i do enjoy my time at the gym! please sit, sit!

[4]: thank you for seeing me dr barnes!

[dr b]: no, it’s really my pleasure! when dr otsuaka needed to clear out her client list, i leaped at the opportunity to take some of you on.

[4]: yeah, she told me something like that. i’m just happy i still have a therapist! it would really suck if all my progress went out the window.

[dr b]: oh yes, i have some of your charts here... shuffles papers looks like you suffer from... separation anxiety and ptsd?

[4]: yep, but it hasn’t gotten me down yet!

[dr b]: that’s great [redacted]. i’m looking forward to seeing the progress we can make with one another!

[4]: aw, thanks dr b! you’re so cool!

[dr b]: that’s all you bud, all you. so, what do you think of starting from the beginning?

[4]: well, it all started when my mom met my dad and they fell in love and had se—

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[dr yamada]: wow, hi [redacted]! it’s been so long since we’ve last spoken. high school, was it?

[patient 7]: um, yeah.

[dr y]: so, what brings you back here to see me? do you need a refill on your meds?

[7]: ...maybe.

[dr y]: [redacted]... are you alright?

[7]: bursts into tears no.. oh god no..

[dr y]: that bad, huh?

[7]: yeah.. yeah, it’s that bad.

[dr y]: is it [redacted]?

[7]: sniffles oh, no not him. actually, his girlfriend? she’s back.

[dr y]: oh god..

[7]: yeah.. laughs dryly

[dr y]: well, it’s a good thing you’re here then. do you remember your affirmations?

[7]: how could i forget? i am loved—

[dr y]: in unison —i am deserving of love—

[7]: —and i will love in return. wow, it’s been a minute.

[dr y]: and still, it stuck. yet another example of my incredible teachings.

[7]: just as insufferable as always, dr yamada.

[dr y]: and just as guarded as usual, [redacted]. am i going to have to pry the information out of you this time around?

[7]: nah... i think... i think i really need to talk about it.

[dr y]: good. i am here to listen.

℗ poker face

intermission

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I Wanna Be Yours [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 6025

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Love is complicated. Especially when the boy you love likes someone else. Or does he? [Based on the film Some Kind of Wonderful].

WARNING: brief mentions of alcohol and drinking

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A/n: i am again naming my fics after arctic monkeys’ songs - fun fact this one is named after my favourite one of theirs, i’m considering having it for my wedding song bc it cute af

also yes i watched some kind of wonderful whilst writing this and cried. it’s not even a sad fic, i’m just emotional smh

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

And that’s where your problem had started. Because a few weeks ago, you were, as you claimed, fine. Well, you had a few essays due and were having trouble finding the textbooks to help you write them, but that was all really.

How you wished you could steal a time turner and go back in time.

And yes, when this all started you knew that George had his heart taken by someone else. It’s not his fault, not really, that his whole plan, scheme, escapade turned into something that would completely crush your heart.

Affairs of the heart. That’s where this started. Because before a few days ago, you were unaware of your own feelings. Before a few days ago, you were unaware of any feelings towards him at all.

But that fateful moment - the one where you were sat with George in front of the fireplace, a half-drank bottle of firewhisky sitting between you, laughing and joking - was the one that changed everything.

You hadn’t even realised yourself, until Fred pointed it out to you the morning after, when he’d found you curled up by George’s side, empty firewhisky bottle laying on the floor in front of the couch, George’s arm around your waist, your face buried into his chest.

In Fred’s defence, he thought you knew. He thought you’d be aware of your own feelings.

How was he supposed to know that you didn’t know you were in love with his twin?

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“This is the year I reckon,” George announced to you as he collapsed onto the sofa beside you, throwing his legs over your thighs as he rested his back against the arm of the couch, his arms resting behind his neck, “She’s finally single, first time since second year. Now’s my chance!”

You popped a Bertie’s Every Flavour Bean into your mouth and closed the book you weren’t really paying attention to, before dropping it on the table in front of the couch, “And how long have you liked her again?”

George blinked at the way you raised an eyebrow at him and sat up a little, “Since I found out she was single again.” At your pointed look, he shot you a grin, “Nah, since before the summer. Point is, I reckon I could really like this girl.”

“Poor love, having you snivelling around her all the time. I wonder how she’ll cope,” you grinned back, throwing one of the jelly beans at his head.

“Well you seem to cope just fine,” he retorted, batting another jelly bean away from his head.

“That’s just because I’m desensitised to you by now.”

“Is that so?” George asked with a raised eyebrow, a grin etched onto his face as he sat up properly, leaning a little closer to you. You turned your head to face him, meeting his stare as you nodded, “Course, how else would I have put up with you so long?”

He leant further forward and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “Willingly, because you love me, stupid.”

You nudged him, making him laugh as he went back to lying down comfortably, “Yeah, yeah.”

You watched a few first years clamber through the portrait hole, laughing to each other as they made their way through the common room, an absent-minded smile gracing your lips as you recalled being the same in your first year with your friends.

“How do you reckon I should ask her out?” George’s voice brought you away from your reminiscing as you looked over at him, “She deserves something amazing, something no other guy will have thought of for her.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing this would be the topic of conversation for the rest of the evening, but nevertheless gestured for him to continue on. “I wanna go all out if she’s gonna turn out to be everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl,” George finished, a dreamy, faraway look crossing his features.

Reaching into the box of jelly beans, you grabbed a handful and threw them at him, ignoring his indignant “hey!” as you replied pointedly, “Don’t go mistaking paradise for a pair of long legs.”

Because truthfully, that was why a lot of guys were interested in Kiara. She was smart - being a Ravenclaw and all - surprisingly funny, and, as far as you knew, was really kind too. Not that this mattered to many of the boys in your year (and the years above and below), apparently, because she was also beautiful, with long, glossy brown hair, perfect doll-like features and, yes, long, lean legs.

“That’s not why I like her,” George insisted, grabbing one of the jelly beans that had fallen onto his lap and throwing it back at you, laughing as it hit you on the forehead. You playfully glared at him, rubbing your forehead in mock-hurt.

“Sure it’s not, stupid,” you replied, using his minor insult from before. “Ohhh, I’m the stupid one now, am I?” He scoffed, though the smile on his face told you he wasn’t offended in the slightest, “Now you’re in for it.”

He moved his legs off you and poked your sides, knowing you were ticklish, making you laugh out and push him away, “George, stop!”

“Take it back then, love. Say I’m the smartest wizard you know,” he grinned, continuing his minor tickling assault, making you move away from him so abruptly that you fell off the couch and onto the carpeted floor, bringing him down on top of you.

“Ouch- never! You are stupid, stupid!” You laughed, laying on the floor as you tried to catch your breath, George’s hands either side of your head, holding his weight up above you.

Both of your laughter faded a little and you found yourself staring into his brown eyes, his face barely centimetres from your own. You could have almost sworn that he started moving closer - though maybe it was your imagination - before he rolled away and lay beside you on the floor, his hand brushing yours.

“You’ll help me right?” He asked after a moment. You turned your head to look at him, taking in his side profile as he stared up at the ceiling.

“I’ll help you what?”

“Get a date with her,” he said as if it were obvious, turning his head to meet your gaze. You shot him a smile, “You’re George Weasley. You could get a date with anyone you wanted.”

“Just not you, right?” He turned onto his side, resting on his elbow as he looked down at you. You shook your head with a laugh, “Yeah well, I don’t count. I’m not just anyone.”

The smile he gave you made your heart beat a little faster, “You’re right about that.”

***

“All I’m saying is, is it such a bad idea if you just, I don’t know, asked her out simply? By using words? I really don’t think you need to wax poetic, or write her a bloody song to ask her out,” you shook your head in despair at the nerve-wracked boy sat across from you in the Great Hall.

“I can’t just ask her out,” George replied in a horrified voice, “What if she thinks I’ve not put enough effort into it and rejects me?”

“Trust me, Georgie, if she’s going to reject you, it won’t be because of the way you asked her out, I can guarantee that. It’ll be because you’re annoying, or because you smell, or, and I can’t stress this enough, because of your below-average skills in potions,” you laughed at his unimpressed look, taking the opportunity to grab a slice of toast off his plate.

“You’re supposed to be my best friend, you know,” he grumbled, waving his fork at you. “Yes,” you replied, “And as your best friend, I say to just ask her out. Look, joking aside, you’re a great guy, George. She’d be lucky to have you.”

He nodded, smiling gratefully at you as he reached forward and grabbed your hand to give it a squeeze, “Okay, I’ll trust you on this one. I’ll just... ask her out. How difficult could it be?”

Turns out, extremely difficult. You felt second hand embarrassment as you watched George head over to the Ravenclaw table, to where Kiara was sitting, wincing as he nearly dropped a goblet of pumpkin juice over her.

“Who’re you watching?” A voice said from beside you, making you jump. Fred laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, before replying, “For your information, I’m watching your brother ask Kiara on a date.”

“Wait, he’s asking another girl on a date?” Fred frowned, his eyes darting from George, who was currently speaking to Kiara, his cheeks reddening as she touched his shoulder and laughed, to your confused expression as you looked up at the older twin. “Yes?” You replied, bemused, “Why?”

“Does it not... bother you?” He asked gently. You laughed, “Why would it?”

And as you watched Kiara throw her arms around George’s neck, his hands coming to hold her waist, you swallowed thickly, before shaking your head at the odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Why would it bother you?

You forced a smile onto your face as George made his way back to his original seat, a smug grin adorning his features. “Well?” You asked, rather redundantly as you had seen the whole thing yourself.

“She said yes,” he replied excitedly, picking up his fork and popping some bacon into his mouth. “I told you!” You grinned at him, though you pushed your own plate away, no longer hungry.

“Attaboy, Georgie!” Fred congratulated his twin, “When’s the date?”

“This Saturday, at The Three Broomsticks,” the younger twin replied. You zoned out of the chatter on the table about this newest revelation, feeling your heart plummet at George’s words, though you couldn’t place your finger on why.

George was your best friend, you should be happy for him... right?

***

Saturday arrived quicker than you wanted, after a week of tedious lessons, and a bombardment of questions over what George should do on his date.

You watched him pull out two different jumpers, holding each one up at a time and looking at you expectedly. Tilting your head to the side, you pointed to the red one, “Was always my favourite one.”

“Red it is,” he nodded, throwing the other jumper onto his bed as he held the red jumper out to you for you to hold. Without warning, he pulled the t shirt he was currently wearing off, leaving his toned torso on show as he dropped said t shirt onto the floor and held his hand out for the jumper.

You handed it to him, gulping a little as you forced yourself not to stare at his abs. It was no secret the George was good looking - you’d always known it - but knowing and seeing were two different things. Being a Beater had done tremendous things to his body, you noted.

“Do you reckon I should bring her flowers?” George asked you, looking at you through the reflection of his mirror as he messed his hair up a little.

“Couldn’t hurt,” you shrugged, sending him a half-hearted smile as you grabbed your wand, muttering ‘orchideous’ and handing him the bouquet that was produced.

He thanked you, before taking a deep breath, “Well, what do you reckon?”

The smile that spread across your face this time was genuine, a soft look in your eye as you replied, “You look great, Georgie. Now go get her!”

He shot you one last grin, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before heading out of his dorm, leaving you alone. You picked up the t shirt he’d dropped, folding it and placing it at the end of his bed, before grabbing the jumper he’d discarded.

You took a breath before deciding to put the jumper on, relishing in the smell of George’s aftershave as you pulled it over your head, before rolling up the sleeves and heading out of the dorm.

***

“How many dates has it been now, three? Four?” You asked, wrapping your coat further around yourself as you trudged through the thick snow of Hogsmeade, passing by a couple of cute shops.

“The Yule Ball will be the fifth.”

You froze at the mention of the Ball. Somehow you’d assumed you’d be going with George - you didn’t even think about the fact that he’d have a girlfriend he could take, “Oh! So you um, asked Kiara to the Ball then?”

“Last night,” George bit his lip as he smiled, “Can’t wait!”

Your stomach clenched and mind raced, eyebrows furrowing as you realised you now had just under a week and half to find a date to the Ball - if anyone was still available, that was. You thought about every single eligible boy you knew of, wondering if you had the courage to even ask any of them, before you were pulled from your thoughts by George’s voice.

“I wanna buy her something for Christmas, what do you reckon?” George asked, picking at a strand coming off his woollen hat before placing it back onto his head.

“I don’t really know the girl,” you said truthfully, forcing yourself to stop thinking about George and Kiara dancing and him holding her all night, “I assume you’d have better judgment.”

He nodded over to a small shop on your left, one that you’d passed by many times but never had the chance to look in.

“The jewellery shop?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the door, “Let’s just have a look, yeah?”

The bell chimed as you stepped inside and you instantly became enamoured with the little shop, rows of glass cases showing off sparkly pieces of jewellery and adornments. Most, you noticed quickly, were much too expensive for you - and by default, much too expensive for George, too.

“Are you sure about something from in here?” You asked, staring down at a ring adorned with sapphires, “These are pretty pricey.”

“They might be, but she deserves it. Besides, gotta prove I’m better than all the guys that want to date her, right?” George replied from across the shop.

“Georgie,” you looked over at him with a pointed look, “I can promise you are better than all the other guys.”

“No harm in making sure.”

You gave up arguing, knowing he wouldn’t listen anyway, your eyes taking in the beautiful products, before your focus was taken by a rather stunning necklace. Stepping over to it for a closer look, you breathed out in shock at the price, but nevertheless knew you were in love with the chain, a little pendant surrounded by crystals displayed at the centre.

“What’ve you seen?” George spoke, suddenly standing behind you and leaning over your shoulder.

You pointed at the necklace, “Someday, I’m gonna buy that one.”

George glanced down at the look on your face and grinned to himself, “Someday, I’ll buy that one for you.” You turned to look at him, shaking your head in amusement, “You need to choose something for your girlfriend before you start promising me presents.”

“What’s the fun in that?” George laughed as you both left the shop.

You sat beside George on the couch later that night, resting your head on his shoulder as you shared a bottle of firewhisky between you.

“It was not!” You screeched, your laugh echoing through the empty common room as you nudged the ginger boy, making him laugh along with you. “It absolutely was,” he insisted, grinning before taking a sip of the firewhisky, taking in the sight of you looking so happy, and realising your laugh was one of his favourite sounds, “You were the one who wanted to sneak food from the kitchens, so it was your fault we got caught!”

You shook your head, “It was you tripping into that metal armour. All that noise when the bloody head fell off.”

“You pushed me, stupid!” George scolded indignantly, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

“I shoved you,” you corrected, laughing as George playfully nudged you, causing you to nudge him back, and soon you were play fighting on the couch.

He, once again, was above you, almost pinning you to the couch as he looked down at you, and it was only then that you realised just how inebriated you both were, the empty firewhisky bottle having fallen onto the floor.

George’s tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “You know I love you, right?”

You smiled softly up at him, arms around his neck as you nodded, somehow feeling like those words had more weight to them than usual. Leaning up to kiss his cheek, you replied, “Of course, Georgie.”

Morning arrived quickly, much to your dismay, and you were woken abruptly by the sound of heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs. You couldn’t bring yourself to move to see who it was, too comfortable with your head resting on George’s chest, his arm securely around your waist, but luckily for you, said culprit of the noise came right by your line of sight, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well what do we have here?” Fred cooed, rocking back and forth as he looked at you curled up in his twin’s arms. “Me and George falling asleep after drinking maybe a tad too much?” You replied as if it were obvious.

“You look awfully cosy,” he grinned, “But then, I suppose I would too if I was cuddling someone I was in love with.”

You felt like your heart stopped and you nearly choked on air, “Wait wait wait, someone I what?!”

“‘Someone I was in love with’?” Fred repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes at you, “You do know... right?”

At your blank expression, Fred raised an eyebrow, “You do know you’re in love with George... right?”

“I’m not in love with-“ You paused as you thought back over the years of your friendship. You’d never really thought about it before - never really had to. But you treated George differently to any other friend you had. No one could make you laugh like he could, or make you feel as protected and safe as he did. And no one ever made you feel like you were flying, like he did.

“Oh Godric... I’m in love with George!” You whisper-shouted, a hand coming to cover your mouth as the realisation dawned on you.

Fred nodded, “I didn’t know that you didn’t know.”

“That’s why you asked me if it bothered me when he asked out Kiara, isn’t it?” You suddenly realised, gulping harshly.

Fred nodded again, though a tad more hesitantly than before, “Hey, but listen- I really think he feels the same, if it makes you feel any better! He just doesn’t know it either.”

You moved out of George’s grasp and stood up, pressing your lips together as you looked at Fred, “He’s got a girlfriend, who he’s taking to the Yule Ball and who he adores and they’re probably gonna get married and have kids and I’m going to be alone forever!”

“Hey, that’s not- that won’t happen,” Fred replied, his gaze softening as he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and stroking your back comfortingly.

“He loves you, I know it. And he knows it too. He just doesn’t know that he knows it.”

***

Ever since your realisation in the early morning, you’d tried your best to act normal around George. It wasn’t easy, and you felt that maybe you were being a little more distant than usual, however you quickly pushed that thought aside as you noticed George being equally - if not more - distant, sitting at the end of the table beside Fred, Kiara on his other side as he whispered things in her ear, making her laugh.

You felt a pang of hurt, one that got worse the longer you stared at them, watching as they kissed, as George stared at her lovingly, as he pushed her long, brown, stupidly perfect hair behind her ear and making her blush.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table, you made yourself look away, instead immersing yourself in the conversation Ron and Harry were having about the Yule Ball.

“This is mad, at this rate we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates!” Ron hissed at Harry as you were all sat in the Great Hall, supposedly studying. You hid a laugh as Snape walked past and pushed his head.

“Well, us and Neville,” he continued with a small laugh. Harry leant over to him, “Yeah but then again, he can take himself.”

“It might interest you to know that Neville has already got someone,” Hermione interrupted their laughing with a frown.

Ron sighed, catching your gaze as you laughed at him - which made him sigh again, “Now I’m really depressed.”

You observed from the other side of the table as Fred threw a piece of parchment over to his younger brother, winking at you when he noticed you watching, as Ron frowned at the words on the page.

Ron handed the parchment back, glancing around to avoid Snape and whispered, “Who are you going with then?”

Fred grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up into a ball, before throwing it at you, the paper bouncing off your shoulder. You looked down at the paper, before meeting Fred’s gaze with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned at you, before miming the Ball, nodding over at you. You rolled your eyes, glancing round for Snape before throwing the parchment back at him, hitting him square in the face and causing half the table to hid their faces as they laughed.

“Well?” He asked, seemingly unfazed by the parchment that was now resting at his feet.

“Yeah, go on then, I suppose,” you whispered, shaking your head at him as he winked at Ron. When all the attention went back to school work, you caught Fred’s gaze again and smiled thankfully.

He saluted playfully, making you laugh, neither one of you noticing George’s frown and clenched fists beside him.

***

You hadn’t seen much of George since Fred had asked you to the Ball, him being too busy spending practically all of his time with Kiara.

It hurt, you had to admit, that he was constantly choosing her over you. Though you assumed it was only natural, what with Kiara being his first proper girlfriend.

Didn’t mean it hurt any less. And the fact you were so used to having George to yourself didn’t help - sometimes turning to ask him something, and then realising he’s not there.

He’d moved seats in class to sit by Kiara, meaning in some classes you were sat with whoever happened to be her previous partner, which therefore meant you were forced to watch as the boy you loved flirted with another girl, his hands constantly on her waist, sneaking kisses when the professor wasn’t looking, and, more often than not, simply not even acknowledging your existence, not even saying a simple ‘hello’.

In other classes you were sat by Fred, who, by all accounts, was actually a pretty good partner, being able to make you laugh and distract you from the show that tore your heart every time you saw it.

In fact, Fred had pretty much mastered exactly how to make you laugh until you cried, his aim in most lessons now, as he hated how sad you were because of his twin.

You were both giggling in the back of the classroom at something he’d said when McGonagall had pointed it out, asking you both to “Please quieten down.”

You bit your lip to muffle your laughing as Fred looked down at you, just happy he could make his friend smile when he knew how much you were hurting.

Much to the dislike of a certain redhead towards the front of the room, who immediately frowned every time he heard your laugh, knowing he wasn’t the one causing it, but his older twin.

His twin who was taking you to the Yule Ball.

George clenched his jaw as he heard you whispering something to Fred, barely being able to focus on anything else.

He knew you and Fred were friends, but since when were you both that close?

***

By the time the Yule Ball arrived, you and George were barely speaking at all. You’d cried about it more times than you’d like to admit, but you had decided that tonight, at the Ball, you would make it a night to remember, not wanting to mope and ruin Fred’s night since he had asked you pretty much as a favour - despite the amount of times he’d insisted he wanted to ask you, you knew he fancied Angelina Johnson, and had things played out differently, you were sure she’d have been the one he’d thrown the parchment at in the hall that day, not you.

Either way, when you’d made your way down the steps to the Great Hall, your dress swirling around you, hair and makeup perfect, Fred made a huge deal of wolf-whistling and complimenting you.

“Well aren’t you bloody gorgeous,” he grinned, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it, “I am one lucky guy.”

“You clean up pretty good too, Weasley,” you grinned, reaching up to straighten out his tie.

George scowled as he watched you with Fred, hating you being in such proximity to his brother, hands clenching and knuckles turning white as he watched Fred kiss the back of your hand. He had to force himself not to run over and shove Fred’s hands away from your waist, as he guided you off to the Hall. He was so distracted by firstly how stunning you looked, and secondly by how forward his brother was being, that he barely even noticed when Kiara had arrived by his side, until she nudged him a little and he forced out a smile.

He complimented the brunette girl, guiding her into the Hall as his hand reached into his pocket, brushing over a box to make sure it was still there.

Fred had been the perfect date all evening. He was a gentlemen - besides the occasional flirty comment - and insisted on staying by your side and dancing, even when you tried to usher him to ask Angelina to dance.

He was just about to give into your insistence with a laugh, when he noticed your expression changed as your attention was taken from him to whatever was going on behind him.

He cursed under his breath as he watched George hold out a small black box to Kiara, who had a huge smile on her face as she took the lid off. She pulled out a necklace, bringing George into a hug immediately, pressing kisses to his face.

Fred stood in front of your view of them, taking your hands in his, “Y/n... I’m sorry. He’s an idiot- he doesn’t know he’s got such a good thing, and wouldn’t know it if you punched him in the face - which, for the record, I think you should do.”

You wiped a stray tear from your eye, forcing yourself not to cry, “He gave her the necklace.”

“I know. I know, but he-“

“No Fred,” you interrupted gently, “He gave her the necklace. That necklace is one I saw when we were in Hogsmeade, and I said I wanted it. He-He even said he’d buy it for me one day! Not that I’d let him but- He bought it for her.”

Fred’s gaze softened, his heart breaking at the sight of your sad face, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a little to the music absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” Fred whispered in your ear. You nodded, leaning against his shoulder, “Not your fault your brother is stupid.”

The song that was playing ended, and Fred grabbed your hand, leading you over to the table where the food and drinks were, pouring you a glass and offering it out to you. You took it gratefully, thanking him before taking a sip.

“Didn’t know you two were that close,” a voice came from behind you. A voice you knew well, one you could pick out anywhere. Fred reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, as you placed your glass down, nodding at him before turning around.

“Fred and I have always been good friends. I do have friends, other than you, you know. Which is a good job, considering you’ve been so distant with me,” you replied, focusing on keeping your voice level, rather than on the fact that he’d just given your necklace to his girlfriend.

George felt himself get angry as he noticed yours and Fred’s intertwined hands, swallowing harshly and shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.

“You know I’ve been trying to impress Kiara, being in a relationship takes up time. Not that you’d know, but I thought you’d understand. Didn’t think you’d replace me that quickly,” George retaliated in the midst of his anger, only being able to focus on you and Fred, and how close you were.

“Replaced you?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “You barely even say hello to me! So yes, I turned to a friend so I wasn’t alone. You’re the one who replaced me! And you gave her the necklace, George. The necklace you knew I wanted. You gave it to her.”

Not waiting for a response, you shot an apologetic glance towards Fred before rushing out of the Hall, suddenly needing some fresh air.

“Look what you did now!” Fred almost growled, before storming out after you, in an attempt to find you.

George took a shaky breath, cursing as he watched the two most important people to him leave.

“George?” A soft voice spoke from beside him.

“Kiara?”

The brunette girl smiled, pressing her lips together as she looked at the ginger, “I um... I think we should break up.”

George frowned, though he was surprised to find he didn’t feel too badly about what she’d said.

The girl held out a black box and placed it into George’s hands, “This should be hers. It’s more her style than mine, I think you know that too.”

The redhead hesitated, unsure of what to say in this situation, “Look, Kiara, I’m sorry-“

“She likes you,” Kiara interrupted him, grinning despite the situation.

“She doesn’t-“

“She does. And you like her. Now go find her.”

With one last hug, and another muttered apology, he nodded determinedly at her, and ran off in the direction of his brother and, he realised now, the girl he truly loved.

***

“Y/n! Wait up!”

You span round on your heels, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen, “I said I’m fine, Fred! Okay? I’m fine. Absolutely fabulous, in fact.”

Fred stopped in front of you, a shimmer of pity in his brown eyes that made you feel even worse than you already did, “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I-I’m sorry-“

“I know. I know, Freddie,” you replied, your voice quiet as you pressed your lips together, reaching out to grab his hands in yours, “It’s okay. It is, really. I just... I need to be alone.”

“But I- I just... it’s his loss, just so you know!” He pleaded, shaking his head at you, and swore under his breath at the sight of one of his closest friends in tears over his brother, “Merlin, he shouldn’t have given that to her- I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“It’s okay, I promise. It was always bound to happen right? I was always destined to fall for him, whilst he fell for her. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve realised. I’m- I’m so stupid, aren’t I? Falling for my best friend,” you let out a broken sob.

“You’re not stupid.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you swallowed back another sob as you turned around slowly, your eyes catching George’s gaze.

He stood, hair messy as if he’d raked his hands through it a few too many times, tie askew and shirt almost untucked in his haste to run and find you. He felt his heart clench, knowing he was the one to make you feel like this, and stepped forward reaching a hand out towards you as you blinked back tears, allowing him to bring you into his arms as you finally let the tears fall.

You knew you shouldn’t, that you should leave to your dorm, but being in George’s arms had always made you feel safe, made you feel protected.

More tears fell as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, muttering over and over again how sorry he was. How he was a fool, a git, a complete idiot.

You finally calmed down a little, looking around the empty hallway, not being sure exactly when Fred had disappeared but thankful for the privacy.

You wiped away the last of your tears, cursing mentally as you realise your makeup would be a mess - if the state of George’s shirt was anything to go by.

“Kiara told me you like- I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he breathed out, a hand cupping your cheek as you blinked up at him.

“Yeah well, you’re stupid. I always knew you were stupid,” you replied with a sad laugh.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked with a frown, his hands moving to hold your waist.

“You never asked. And then you-you got a girlfriend. What was I supposed to do?” You asked quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” George said suddenly, earnestly, genuinely as he held you against him.

“Not Kiara?”

He shook his head quickly, “She knew I liked you before I knew I liked you. Maybe I am stupid.”

“Maybe you are,” you let out a watery laugh, looking away from his gaze.

George suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a familiar box, “This is yours. I don’t know what I was thinking, giving it to her. It’s yours - it’s always been yours.”

He opened the box, taking out the necklace you loved so much, and offering you a sheepish smile, “It’s not a good enough apology, I know. But I’m hoping it’s a start.”

He gently turned you around, placing the necklace around your neck, you shivering at the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, before turning you back around to face him, this time much closer than before, his forehead resting against yours.

“So, and correct me if I’m wrong,” he spoke as he leant forward a little more, his lips almost touching yours, “Does this mean that I like you and you like me and we both don’t think of each other as friends?”

You nodded a little, offering him a soft smile, “I don’t want to be friends, George,” you whispered just as his lips brushed your own, “I wanna be yours.”

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #george weasley

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Ride Off Into the Sunset

Sometimes you spend over a year poking at a drabble and sometimes you write one in about a week. This derailed HARD after I remembered the existence of this post.

Note: Karma has a pretty twisted sense of humor and makes a somewhat disturbing joke, please check the tags for a content warning if you’d like one!

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“This movie is terrible,” Gakushu says.

Karma laughs. “Aw, don’t be like that, Asano-kun,” he says back. He’s sprawled out over the couch with his arm slung comfortably around Gakushu’s shoulder, and he uses it to pull him a little closer. It might look cute, but it feels more like a headlock than anything. 

Gakushu pulls away from him and gives him a flat look. “The protagonist has just failed to recognize his own twin,” he says. “Am I still supposed to support him after that display of incompetence?”

Karma shrugs. “Even idiots deserve love,” he says, as if he’s benevolent enough to care about the slow-witted. He barely pays attention to them unless he wants to involve them in a scheme. 

“He’s in a love triangle with his twin brother’s poorly disguised alter ego and the neighbor when she has her glasses off. That takes face blindness or a special level of stupidity,” Gakushu points out. “Given that he’s also failed to connect all the new art supplies in their room to the mysterious graffiti around their school, stupidity seems like a safe conclusion.”

“Is it really a triangle if the brothers aren’t interested in each other? Isn’t it missing a side then?” Karma wonders, and really? Out of everything in this inane plot, that’s what he’s focusing on? 

“The third side is implicit in the base for simplicity’s sake—you can hardly expect the common masses to have heard of a chevron. What else would you call it, a tent?”

“I can see that spoiled city boy Asano-kun has never been camping in his life.” Karma leans back. “Tents come with floors and extend into the third dimension. They’re more like pyramids or triangular prisms.”

Gakushu glares. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” Karma agrees, “but where’s the fun in that?” He tilts his head to the side. “Although, there might be some actual fun if they went ahead and made it a real triangle.”

“How about in not giving me an aneurysm before the age of thirty?” Gakushu mutters. He considers his angle of attack to try shut Karma up and goes with, “And are you encouraging immoral relationships just so you can get a correct polygon?” 

“You know how I feel about inaccuracy, Asano-kun.”

Meaning it’s only permissible if Karma’s the one doing it, otherwise, it’s just ammunition for him to use to pick on people. Of course.

Gakushu forges on ahead. “Even putting aside the incestuous factor, they’re identical twins. They don’t even have different wardrobes; the only way you can tell between them is they part their hair differently. You would have to be depraved to be interested in your identical twin romantically.” 

He eyes Karma, comes to a realization, and then tries to avoid thinking too deeply about their complicated, ambiguous tangle of a relationship. “Then again, maybe that’s why you’d enjoy it,” Gakushu mutters. He’s not deaf. He’s heard all the comments about how they look alike. He doesn’t see it himself, but he doesn’t pay that much attention to his appearance aside from making sure he looks respectable, maybe he’d get it if he looked in the mirror more often. “Does it not bother you at all?” he asks, half as a jibe and half out of genuine curiosity.

“Nah,” Karma says, and it says something about the two of them that he already knows what Gakushu means. “I’ve thought about it and I’m the only person in my own league. But I can’t exactly date myself, so you’ll have to do,” he says, with an exaggerated shrug. 

Gakushu snorts. “Narcissist,” he says.

“Takes one to know one!”

Gakushu is starting to feel the beginnings of a headache. Not that this feeling is uncommon around Karma. “You know what, just shut up and go back to watching this awful excuse for cinema.”

“Whatever you say, Asano-kun,” Karma sings. The colors on screen intensify again as there’s yet another scene of graffiti “vigilantism,” and things are blissfully silent.

#Fanfiction #Assassination Classroom #Karushuu #Karma Akabane #Gakushu Asano #Akabane Karma #Asano Gakushu #International Fanworks Day #International Fanworks Day 2022 #CONTENT WARNING: Karma cracks a twincest joke and Gakushu bickers with him about it