#this like will probably show up in one of my fics so shhhhh

[likecanyoujustnot]

Feyre Week Day 4: found family

A/n: I just used this as an excuse to write a fluffy feysand ft. Nyx and the ic fic. :)

I haven’t finished hofas but this takes place ages after (no mentions of Bryce + co). The others don’t say much (or anything). Lots of montaging.

In case you can’t tell, I speed wrote this. Definitely not my best work, but I’m working on like 4 other things atm. Shhhhh. Might rewrite it (probably won’t). But acosf feysand pov is still there. Aelin x Dorian AU to come (hopefully) soon.

@feyreweekofficial

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“Nyx, do not put that in your mouth. Nyx!”

I hung my head forward so my hair covered the smirk I was hiding from my mate.

“Say hello to mummy.” Rhys held Nyx in his arms as he brought him level with my face, setting the salt shaker down, far out of Nyx’s reach.

I set down the knife and brought my face close to my son’s. “Hello honey.”

Nyx cooed and made a grab for my hair. “Ow.”

Rhys smirked as he disentangled the now one year old’s hand from my hair. He brushed my hair over my shoulder as he kissed my cheek. “Go get ready, the others will be here soon.”

I gestured to the uncut vegetables. “What about them?”

“I’ll do that, get dressed, you’ve been working too hard.”

The past few weeks had been hectic, the court of nightmares were acting up, as were the Illyrians, and I’d refused Rhys’s persistence that I take a break, saying that if I did, he had to too, which shut him up. Add planing a first birthday party to the mix, and I’d barely had any time to think.

I gave Rhys a peck on the lips and pressed my forehead to Nyx’s. “I’ll see you soon baby.”

Rhys picked up Nyx’s hand and waved it at me. “Bye mummy.”

I waved back as I left the kitchen.

“Now this is a special surprise for your mum, okay? So you better behave.” I hear whispering coming from the kitchen as I walked down the steps.

“Rhys?” I called.

“Yes?” He called back, faux innocence in his voice.

I took the last few steps, suspicion growing.

I opened the door into the living room and Rhys shot up.

His eyes widened as he took me in. The dress is somewhat similar to the one I wore for my first starfall. A sliver blue, hugging my curves, loosening at my thighs, falling to the ground and dropping to show a tad of cleavage.

He strode over to me, looking devastating in a black jacket and pants.

He swept me into his arms and spun me around the room. “You look stunning, Feyre Darling.”

I giggled as he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply.

A soft cooing reminded us we were not alone. I crept around the back of the couch, grabbing Nyx and lifting him into my arms. “Hello, little one-” I stopped when I saw what he is wearing. I slowly turned to Rhys.

My mate wore a sheepish look as he ran his hand through his hair. “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

I laughed, looking back to the little suit Rhys managed to wrestle Nyx into, it matched his own perfectly, with small slits at the back for his wings.

Warm arms enveloped me. “Was it a nice surprise?”

I grinned. “It was.”

A loud knock from outside snapped us both back to attention.

Rhys took Nyx from my arms. “You might want to see who that is.”

I lifted a brow as I went to open the door.

“Feyre!”

I barely had a chance to open the door before I was barrelled into by a blonde and red tornado.

Mor wrapped her arms around my neck. “So good to see you.”

I laughed and gave her a squeeze. “You too.”

Cassian and Nesta followed through after her. I gave them both a quick hug and closed the door from the cold.

“How’s my favourite Illyrian?” I turned to find Rhys passing Nyx into Mor’s arms.

Cassian scoffed. “I thought I was your favourite?”

Mor didn’t even look up from Nyx. “Never were.”

Cassian made more outraged noises, to which Nesta patted him on the forearm. “Am I your favourite, Nes?”

Nesta pretended to think. “No, I think mine’s Nyx too, but Az is a close second.”

“Betrayed, by my own mate.”

Nesta ignored him, and we all headed to the dining room.

Mor caught me up on her work in Vallahan, Nyx occasionally pulling at her golden hair.

“We should go shopping tomorrow.” Mor announced. “Leave Nyx with the guys and just relax.”

“We really should, I saw this new-”

I was cut off by the knocking on the front door.

I begun to stand. “I’ll go get it.” Rhys got up, touching me lightly on the shoulder as he moved past.

Nyx made a lunge out of Mor’s arms for me, little wings flapping, but she had too firm a grip and he didn’t get far.

“Want your mummy do you?” The moment Nyx was in my arms he rested his head on my chest.

“Rhys says that the desire to jump is part of the Illyrian instinct to fly.” I said to the table.

Cassian smirked. “Yeah, Rhys’s Mum told me he once jumped from a bench and nearly broke his arm.”

“I’m sure you did much similar things at the same age, brother.” Rhys slid back into his seat next to me, Amren, Varian and Azriel in tow.

Azriel’s shadows swirled around Nyx as he ruffles his hair. My son gives a shout of joy, making Azriel smile. “Happy birthday, Nyx.”

Varian gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to sit next to Cassian.

“Well done you two, you managed not to burn the house down.” Amren said, sitting next to the Summer Court prince.

“As if we would have.” Rhys smirked.

“At least we’re not making the cake.” I said. Rhys could cook, much better than me, but when it came to baking, you’d think he was purposely trying to give us food poisoning.

Rhys laughed, the sound drawing Nyx’s attention as he tried to clamber out of my arms for his father.

Another knock sounded and I got up for it this time, Nyx now safely in Rhys’s arms.

Elain stood at the door, Lucien a respectful distance behind her, my sister with the large cake in her hands. “I honestly think it’s frozen from the walk here.”

I smiled, and lead her into the kitchen, where she put the cake down on the bench, Lucien going to the dining room.

We walked back to join the others.

After half an hour of talking, Rhys magicked in the food, including the vegetables I had him cut.

We took turns feeding Nyx little pieces of meat and vegetables, while trying to shove down our own food before it got cold.

Once everyone was full, we moved to the living room again, a small pile of gifts set on the coffee table.

I sat down on the armchair, son in my lap, as Rhys brought the presents to us, announcing who it was from, before I helped Nyx tear at the paper.

Of course out of all the toys and things he got from our friends, both present and not, he chose to focus on the wrapping paper.

Nyx yawned.

“Cake time?” I asked, and was met with a resounding yes.

Elain hurried out of the room, and came back with the giant blue cake in hand.

She set it on the table and I used my powers to set the candles alight.

As we started singing happy birthday, I looked around at all my friends. My mate and sisters and every person who helped me get where I was today.

I held Nyx close to try and get him to blow out the candles, quickly pulling him back before he could burn himself.

Rhys lent forward and finished it, earning a laugh from everyone.

We cut up the cake, everyone complimenting the baking of my sister.

I talked with Nesta, who invited me to train with her and the Valkyries if I ever wanted to.

Rhys and Varian discussed having a visit to the Summer Court soon. Tarquin’s gift of a stuffed dolphin sat on the floor after Nyx tossed it in favour of Nesta and Cassian’s gift.

“Did you enjoy your night Nyx?” I closed the door after wishing goodbye to Mor. Rhys holding Nyx above his head.

Nyx made a cry of joy, to which Rhys replied. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He walked over to me. “What about you, Feyre darling?”

I smiled at him. “It was a nice night, you didn’t fight with Nesta, Amren and Varian didn’t traumatise everyone, the cake was delicious.”

“And the vegetables I cut?”

I kissed his cheek. “The best part.”

He grinned.

We walked Nyx up to the nursery, where we changed him into his onesie, and put him in the cot.

“Good night, little one.” I whispered, brushing his dark hair out of his face.

Rhys wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked out.

- I didn’t know how to finish this. And it probably sucks. Sorry.

#feyreweek2024 #acotar #sarah j maas #acotar fanfiction #feyre archeron #rhysand #the inner circle #feysand #feyre x rhysand #rhysand x feyre #feysand fic #feysand fanfiction #rhysand fanfic #feyre fic #morrigan #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #amren #found family

[hood-ex]

As a fan of Dick and Damian I was looking forward to your reaction to Shiro and Keith! Hope you’re having a blast so far!

Yeeees! This scene has got me so messed up rn, I literally can't make myself settle down to sleep because I'm vibrating too much. When I finish the show, I may indeed do some post about the Shiro and Keith relationship. (And probably somehow relate it to Dick and Damian bc that's just how my brain works... like my brain has literally already done that by comparing that ^ scene to one from a fic where Damian decapitates Dick... like dismembering the man you respect the most/are most loyal to??? hello?? why does my brain find enjoyment in that?? Sick and twisteddd!!)

And yes I'm having a grand ole time! So sorry to the regular Dick stans out there who have to see all these posts but LISTEN. We're in sort of a droubt of content at the moment (sort of not really) so shhh shhhhh let me just go crazy for a hot minute, I'm already on season 3, I'll be done w this show prob by the end of the week asldkja. Stick w meeee fellas.

#i'm so glad the shiro and keith relationship pulled through for me in the loyalty/ride-or-die sense #bc ride-or-die relationships are my bread and butter #anon

[bringonthehayl]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @fandork! Thank you for the tag! I've never really done one of these before

top 3 ships Oh geez, there's so many?? Stucky is definitely one, I have the most AO3 bookmarks for Wangxian, and Ai Di/Chen Yi is the latest one

first ship: Probably Ron/Hermione really? But I mostly read fic for the Marauders and the next gen

last song: It's either But Sometimes or One and Only by BoyNextDoor I am eagerly awaiting the chance to show them to Athena and my sister

last movie: Encanto! Elana's trying to catch me up on the recent Disney movies I haven't seen yet, and this was first! Unfair of her, it made me sob

currently reading: Now that the licensed English translation for Guardian is coming out, I'm making my way through that!

currently watching: Kiseki:Dear to Me!! Ai Di is everything to me!! Also, I really need to finish 3 Will Be Free, I really like it so far!

currently consuming: Halloween candy, honestly

currently craving: Nothing really, I'm about to go to bed

Uhh, I hardly talk to people on here, so here goes??

@daringdearanddarling @engiqueer-steminist @damnsmartblueboxes @cursedwithgloriouspurpose @sarcasticfuckboi @frikinik

(shhhhh, don't count how many people I tagged. I did what I could)

#ask game #tag game

[whomst-the-hell]

ok wait but lets revisit camp camp tim drake real quick bc i have Thoughts:

i was debating between photography camp and like,, hero camp? but the only visual element of hero camp i was sure of was blanket cape, and space kid already has one of those sooooo. photography camp.

i wanted him to start at camp pre-figuring out batmans identity so at the time of the camp camp show hes 8

he signed himself up for camp bc he was bored of hanging out alone in his house during break

he insists on returning every year, even post-adoption

idk what the age brackets for summer camp normally are but ive decided camp cambell is 6-18 which seems unrealistic but shhhhh

tim stops going at 17 bc hes a businessman now :( so he attended for 9 years

the campers figure out hes robin kind of slowly over a couple years (max was first ofc)

space kid still doesnt know lol

in this specific au im going with a “well meaning but distant” kind of batfamily

tim thinks of them as more,, friendly coworkers than “family” (except cass of course. cass and tim are brother and sister no matter what idgaf) so tims much more. polite? stiff? with them.

and tim was just like “i have a lot of friends at photography camp, pls let me go.” and they were like “haha ok nerd”

so what im saying is when videos or photos or stories or whatever the fuck come out about tims time at camp (full of cursing, arson and physical violence) the bats are. Shocked.

if i ever set a story in this au itd probably be pretty far post-camp camp when tims like. 19? and itd follow the batfam slowly figuring out the Wild Shit tim did at camp and how feral tim is naturally, and realising how strained their relationship is

ending option A: the batfam is closer than ever for the experience

ending option B: tim leaves (serious bittersweet vibes bc aww the batfam but also he becomes like a counselor or smth which makes him much happier/healthier so.)

mostly itd be a comedic outsider pov kind of fic exploring the batshit insane nature of camp cambell hijinks, through the lens of my fav superheroes

+ i love exploring the aged up cc characters its always so fun

#tim drake #camp camp #the batfamily #rooster teeth #au idea #fanfic

[tirednotflirting]

I posted 3,022 times in 2022

303 posts created (10%)

2,719 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@caramelcalum

@daydadahlias

@burstingsunrise

@calumsash

@pxrxmoore

I tagged 2,615 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#l - 335 posts

#5sos - 205 posts

#a - 168 posts

#c - 126 posts

#h - 97 posts

#m - 68 posts

#cake - 60 posts

#tmh22 - 53 posts

#lashton - 30 posts

#cashton - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#y’all ever have something you reference all the time around people you only ever remember have no idea what you’re talking about until after

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hi look at him

thank you

46 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#4

a fic rec list that quite literally no one asked for

I’ve felt incredibly uninspired lately with fic. It’s a shit feeling. I may just be done writing. TBD. But as I’ve been sitting around trying to determine my feelings on fic, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about how I read fic. I’ve been reading it for awhile. I like to think that even in the 5SOS space, I’ve read a really good variety of things. So I wanted to make note of the fics that come to mind when I think of fics that have inspired me/made me feel something/are just really good. This probably will not be very organized and I apologize for that now. 

I’ve been very VERY lucky to get to know a few of the folks whose works I mention here. I feel so grateful to have had even small glimpses into your creative processes. Just before the world Stopped a couple years ago, I was shuffling toward a mindset of writing off fan fiction as a thing of my younger years and I’m thankful that so many people metaphorically hit me over the head with their incredible works. 

there’s some 1D, 5SOS, Shawn Mendes, and also solo 1D boys in here. i think a lot of them are at least a touch nsfw at points but not all of them? yeah. i think everything that is is noted of on the pages they link to? certainly not an exhaustive list of my favorites but these were the ones on my mind today.

Okay, in probably a really strange, completely non-linear order, here we go.

sugar on the asphalt by @justanchorandhope

I genuinely cannot even begin to describe the love in my heart for this fic. this is the fic (and writer tbh) that kept me around on tumblr in 2013 and is the perfect example of everything i loved about 1D fic back in the day. an OC to die for, the perfect dash of so many different tropes, CUPCAKES, southern charm, it has it all. just the sweetest cast of characters. i cannot believe i was 15 when this fic was first posted and now i’m 24 and re-reading this still feels like a curling up with a cup of tea at the end of a long day.

okay basically everything written by @harryandmolly but specifically the following:

like the back of my hand + fear and loathing in mandeville canyon

okay so fun fact i was so thrown off the first time i read the first fic listed there (the second one listed is a sorta AU of the first one taking place in early pandemic/lockdown times btw) bc the OC’s bff uses the exact same nickname i used in high school. okay but Lilly is a GOD TIER OC. i love a story that takes place over a really long period of time + really shows the progression of a relationship. also super random but as a woman in my mid-20s with crazy unrealistic dreams of living in a big gorgeous house with all my friends, the descriptions of the house Lilly lives in make my heart sing. for a story that takes place in a totally normal version of the world, the world building (maybe the wrong term here idk) in this is so great.

i could write it better than you ever felt it

three words: warped tour au. no but seriously there’s this blanket of nostalgia over this whole fic bc of the setting that is so fucking fun (she says having never gone to warped tour but shhhhh). another bright and brilliant OC, SO many lovable side characters, really driving plot. reading this feels like summer in all the best ways. (+ a brilliant sequel of sorts.) perfectly captures silly punk boys + hayley williams is there just being the goddess that she is. my introduction to jasey rae lol. so many things and all of them so great.

the emancipation of ginny

got momentarily distracted reading the teaser sorry i’m back now. ginny: bad ass and gorgeous business woman lady navigating being the assistant for an international pop star who is also her ex. andrew gertler is so stressed the whole time. i like a story that jumps around in time and this one does it in such a unique way. the writing in this is STUNNING, i feel like i am in every scene feeling the misty fog in london and the sun in my eyes on a summer festival tour. a Masterpiece imo. also the niall in this is wonderful in all the ways he can be + taylor swift shows up for a minute.

perfect teeth by @stylesmoothie

why yes i am in fact linking you to MIBBA bc 1DFF was the only other place to really find this i think rip to our fallen hero and what a throwback adlskfjdsl. i am NOT joking when i say that i literally cried when people started reblogging around the final update for this a few years back bc it had been like 5 years since this fic was updated. this fic holds such a special place in heart (as so many 1D fics from this era do). ezra is a brilliant OC and her story is SO GREAT. something i loved about ~this era~ of 1D fic was how expansive the backstories for the OCs were and ezra’s especially just made me fall in love with her. i remember that reading the conclusion to this story (so many years after starting it) felt like this beautiful sense of closure. i had very few constants in my later teenage years but stories like this one were one of them. love love love this story.

(took a brief pause so anna and i could hunt down an old zayn fic from back in the day slkdfjlds leesh came to our rescue bless her)

nom de plume by @stylesprimes

another fic that truly feels like it just? defined an era of my life???? (just had to do some internet wizardry to verify this was a 2014 fic lol) another OC with just the most sick backstory and story told throughout the fic. in this era of fic i was a HUGE fan of the harry styles london indie crew kinda fic. could not tell you why aside from how fucking cool i thought alexa chung was. you really get to see everyone make mistakes and grow in this story which i really admire from both a reader and a writer standpoint. like that’s not easy to do sdlfkjdsl. i love all the twists and turns and it’s a story i love returning to every once in awhile. cecilia’s experiences in this are so so unique and i’ve never really read anything quite like this story. the dynamic between the characters and just the overall vibe of ndp has always been so novel. i love it.

scene 14 by @daydadahlias

this FIC OH MY GOD. so backstory: i feel like i was the last person to read jess fic esp this one like. i was so intimidated by the fact that everyone had already read this and i had all of this knowledge of the vibe and how much everyone loved this that reading this almost felt like being introduced to a friend of a friend, ya know? this fic is Stunning. like i didn’t think it would be possible to be so impressed by college au world building at this point in my life (i’ve been reading college AUs for like. literally over a decade) but this little world that jess created was SO immersive. these characters were all so bright and i loved and cared for each and every one of them despite how many there were. i laughed, i cried. reading this reminded me why i love fan fiction and i feel so SO grateful to be in this fic space at the same time as jess.

love would burn this city down for you by @calumcest

helen has shared so many amazing stories but this one is always going to be my favorite. there’s so much soul and heart and love in this short little piece. i barely have the words for it. i started writing myself bc i felt inspired by the space that helen was helping to create a couple years ago and it’s pieces like this that i think had a lot of influence on the style i would try to adopt in certain ways. she’s so great at showing love in the little, quiet ways. pieces like this one feel like a secret and i’m so thankful i get to be in on it.

another night of takeout by @roselirry

lol i’ve had the second part of this bookmarked on my computer for MANY years and just realized there was a third part to it i had never read. this is a niall fic, little slices of three different days from the perspective of Vee, niall’s assistant in a solo era world. reminds me of a lot of the reasons i love the emancipation of ginny. one of my favorite tropes, a bit of that ‘omg they’re so in love but just refuse to really fully acknowledge it’ kinda situation. only three little bits in this but through the bits of background you get such a FULL story (despite the fact that it’s technically not finished i think?). SUCH a comfort read, i’ve read this so many times that it feels like a cozy, worn cardigan. (also i’ve historically been SUPER picky with my niall fic and this one has really stood the test of time for me)

all the things yet to come by soysauceharry

so i’ve never been a big self insert fic kinda girl. i think i just started out with OC fic so it was just this foreign thing to me for so long. i’m also a very big character person so when a character is really vague for the purpose to trying to be easy to fit a variety of looks and/or personalities into, i struggle to find enjoyment in it at times. but jesus christ, this story is cool. for me, reading this story gives the vibe of like a dream where you’re watching yourself do something? so despite the fact that it’s written in the second person, i don’t feel like i’m watching the story from the eyes of the OC. also despite all of the ‘you’s i just have never read this as a true self insert. i have an MC in my head that is very much a unique character. MC is a graduate psych student, Harry is her graduate advisor for a min and then later just a colleague. follows MC through her graduate studies. the setting and the story are just so pretty and lifelike. i think i read this for the first time in the winter while i was still in school which added a lot to the vibe. i return to this whenever i want cozier vibes.

If you dance with me darling, if you take me home… Will we talk in the morning? by @kaleidoscopeminds

i love a meg fic for so so many reasons. i love this one especially bc the tone of it to me feels like how you tell the story of a fun night out. it feels fun and silly like the stories you tell the night after the night out about all the wild shit you did in the early hours of that same day. i’ve always been very fond of this fic because meg posted it when i was feeling very VERY down about the world and it just made me smile. this fic feels like laughs after shots idk how to describe it just good fun. she is the cake QUEEN but i always found so much inspo in her earlier lashton pieces. they remind me of all the good things about summer 2020. i’m glad they can still take me back to those times of first getting to know some of the folks that i just love so dearly now (baggy salt forever <3)

sail the wildest stretch by @beautifulletdownfics

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#3

hi i would like to discuss

thank you

119 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#2

5sos playing the same fest as green day, good charlotte, and blink???? can someone check on those boys omg???

124 notes - Posted October 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i can’t believe ashton is the cutest dude on the planet and we just have to deal w that

227 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #my year in review #truly my top tag being my luke tag is hilarious #and by like…a lot alsjdldj

[loveislarryislove]

Halfway Home Check-in (2023)

I know this is over a month late because of who I am as a person but I still want to do it so shhhhh, a #HashtagGoals update for the year. I started this in June/July but wanted to make some “quick” progress on a few things first -- but then I was not quick oops. 

Numeric goals

Minimum goal: 5 fics and 50,000 words over the year

Aim goal: 12 fics (ideally at least 1 per month) and 80,000 words over the year

Ludicrous goal: 15 fics and 100,000 words over the year 

So far this year, I’ve posted 6 fics totaling about 35k, and I also have around 10k written on another three ongoing projects (edit: those numbers are from July 1st aka actually halfway through the year; now it’s more like 20k on four projects), so I’m definitely going to be fine on the minimum goal. I also have a couple of other fests I’m eyeing or ideas I might do -- and Wordplay is coming up, so that should also help boost the number of fics. I think in terms of number of fics, the Aim goal is totally doable and the Ludicrous goal is definitely plausible. It’s harder to predict word count-wise, since a lot of these upcoming fics are likely to be short, but we’ll see! 

15,000 lifetime kudos

222,222 lifetime hits

1,000 kudos on 2023 fics

10,000 hits on 2023 fics

ngl I don’t remember the numbers at the start of the year, so it’s hard for me to say exactly where I am on the lifetime goals, but they definitely seem in reach! I’m probably around halfway on most of these, which for halfway through the year is great -- and since Wordplay again is a huge boost, we should be good in the hood!

General goals

Tracking my writing

I’ve been doing this, and I love the graphs so much. Look how tasty!!!

I also was inspired by @larry-hiatus​ to make a spreadsheet of all my fics (77 and counting, it took a while haha) with various stats, and the graphs from that were also interesting! Apparently I write Louis POV twice as often as Harry, I switched hard from past tense to present tense in 2017, and I only have 10 fics with more than a few seconds of smut (8 of those written in the last two years). 

Beta-reading more

I’d say I’ve been medium at this. I’ve done some, and I’ve also recently signed up for a couple events as a beta! And I do some editing stuff for work purposes so I guess that could arguably count.

Reading-reading more (both fic and non-fic)

I regret to say that I have forgotten how to read and I literally don’t think I’ve read a book all year oops. Have devoured some fic though. Maybe I’ll read some books when I go on vacation next week. 

Branching out with what I write to explore new fandoms or fandoms I haven’t written for as much, or new pairings within familiar fandoms

The 6 fics so far are evenly split between three fandoms, though all fandoms I’ve written before. I may dabble around for Troped multifandom events, I signed up as a beta for a PJO event, and I’m trying to find a Shiall concept I like for The Show Fic Fest, so definitely still room to keep exploring and diversifying.

Replying to most comments – “all” isn’t always feasible for me, but I’ve been doing probably around 80% and I think that’s a decent proportion

It looks like I’m at around 60% so far this year, so I guess that means it’s time to go on a spree! (edit: those were July numbers again; now I’m at more like 75% which I’m pretty happy with!)

Make a podfic

Make a fic rec of some of my favourite fics

Make a cover for one (or more than one) of my old fics

I have done... none of these. Maybe someday lmao

Find the executive functioning to put my Wordplay and Troped fics into series

Come up and implement a generic AO3 pseud for my non-Larry non-critrole fics and sort those around

I did both of these this week! The pseud part was actually embarrassingly easy, you can mass-edit what pseud something is under so it took like two minutes. The series part was more effort but it’s done now :) I was procrastinating making this post until then and I don’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing haha

Come up with and implement sort of Replying To Old Comments Project so I feel like less of a doof replying to comments from like… five years ago

Still want to, still haven’t.

See you in five months for final results!

#writing #mine #my fics #goals

[neil-jortson]

Many people refer to Neil as the glue that held the foxes together, right? Well I think a much more apt metaphor would be that he was sandpaper that smoothed the rough edges of the team. He helped bridge the gap between the upperclassman and the monsters not by pulling as hard as he could but by whittling away at the sharpest, most painful, aspects of their attempts of friendship.

#his intent was to glue them all together but you can’t glue a bumpy surface do another bumpy surface #the sides would never connect if he hadn’t pushed them around a little until their grooves matched up #then he could glue them together #but first he was the sandpaper that allowed them to be able to meet in the middle without those bumps getting in the way #am I crazy? I might be crazy #my apologies #aftg #Neil josten #aftg hc #aftg thoughts #tfc #tfc hc #tfc thoughts #this like will probably show up in one of my fics so shhhhh

[yuzukult]

acquitted love || sjn & reader

title: acquitted love pairing: johnny suh x reader genre: fluff, angst, co-workers!au, lawyer!au, one-sided enemies to lovers word count: 8.7k warnings: some language/cursing, brief mentions of sex but there's no actual discussions or explicit conversations of the topic, but generally pg-13 prompt: you absolutely hate johnny suh. but when your boss pairs you two up together for one of the highest profile cases, you’re left working close with your enemy but he doesn’t seem to think that way of you. a/n: tada!! i wrote this for the @/ficscafe fic exchange event!! so @urlocalnctstan​ , hope you enjoy this !! i tried to write it according to what you put as your preferences, but honestly T_T it was so hard bc i was just not getting any ideas!! hopefully this is something you’d like :D enjoy !!

“God, isn’t he just… so attractive?”

Along with a click on your tongue, you feign a hit in Hyeri’s direction, whose reflexes have gotten so much faster in the past couple years of knowing you and it shows when she cowers underneath your arm. She gifts you that not-so-apologetic smile, full of mischievousness because she knows no matter how annoying she can be, you’ll still love her nonetheless.

“Why do you keep talking about Johnny? You know he’s banned as a topic of our conversations.”

Hyeri rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her white frilled blouse. You know that she doesn’t actually inhabit any romantic feelings for Johnny, but she has a problem of thinking without the usage of her brain when she sees a hot guy.

Not that you think Johnny is hot.

No.

“Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t think he’s at least an ounce of smokin’ hot.” She’s unraveled her arms by now, poking your shoulder incessantly to grasp onto your attention as you're tapping on the buttons of the copier machine. “I bet if you asked him out, he’d say yes.”

You briefly glare at Hyeri. “You realize that he and I don’t get along, right? He keeps finding stupid loopholes in the system to win his cases. He thinks with his heart, not his head, and sometimes, with whatever that thing was in his pants.” And, not to mention that he walks out the court with that big grin stretched from cheek to cheek, giving the ‘good news’ to your well-respected boss (who you desperately seek the approval of but that’s a different story for another time). And every single time, she gives him that nod of appreciation, that ‘nod of approval’ if you will, when it should be given to you and not to some asshole who fucks his way to victory.

“But he’s so hot—”

You narrow your eyes at your friend, and with a stern voice, you call out, “Hyeri.”

She shrugs. “Honestly, though, he’s hella smart. He’s got a job here, and works under your boss. It’s Park, Kim & Associates—notice how Park is first, because she’s a fucking genius. She only picks the intelligent ones to work under her. Why do you think I’m still working for Mr. Kim?”

Park Seohyun and Kim Gonghyun—one of the biggest lawyers in the region, decided to join together to build their own law firm from the ground up. They were both highly respected in their field; Kim Gonghyun spent years of his life being mentored by one of the most famous judges, and as for Park Seohyun, she was, simply put, admirable because of the obstacles she has overcome to make her dreams of working in law to be real. Being a woman, young, and beautiful, she’s had her fair share of encounters with people who disregard her potential, that is until she met Gonghyun—who, admittingly is an old man who seems like he’d be traditional, sexist, even, but he proves to also make people realize how wrong they are with their impression of him.

But, as Mr. Kim is getting older, he’s gotten a bit… lazy.

In fact, he’s been slacking so much that he’s gotten a new rep in the office—if he was your direct supervisor, or your supervisor was under him, you were on the side of the office where all the easier, uncomplicated cases were assigned. Which meant that there was a slight possibility that your talents and skills weren’t as sharp and exceptional as you thought they were.

And well, Hyeri works directly underneath Mr. Kim.

Hyeri doesn’t want a heavy workload, despite the fact that there’s a plethora of files on her desk, stacked up one onto another as tall as her PC tower, and they were all open and closed cases—needless to say that she didn’t mind it.

“Okay, but you got offered a position under Seohyun. Do you really think you’re not wasting your potential?”

Hyeri scoffs. “Never. At least, not now. I’m still in my twenties, I’d like to enjoy my youth while I can, for your information.”

You quirk a brow. “And does any of that pertain fucking Johnny? The hot guy, so you claim?”

She immediately has her hand covering your mouth and you scowl. “Shhhhh, he works here!”

You bite the flesh of her hand and Hyeri instantly retracts. “You think I don’t know my archenemy works here? He sits directly across from my office—I get the best view of the guy and I’m not even one of his fangirls.”

“You’re not gonna be one of those girls who claim they’re different because they don’t like him but then end up falling for him anyway… are you?”

Your hand goes up and Hyeri crouches down.

“Stop it.”

“Seriously though! It’s the classic e2l love story,” she has her hands gesturing in front of her like she’s making an imaginary rainbow, “Two lawyers, constantly butting heads, accept each other’s differences and learn to love—“

“The fuck is an ‘e2l’?”

“Enemies to lovers.”

“Are you high? Stop spitting nonsense.” This time, you’re waving the stack of papers that finish printing in front of her face. “Meet me for lunch later. But if you keep talking about my archenemy and I falling in love, you can kiss a free meal goodbye.”

Hyeri gasps.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Maybe. Just maybe, Hyeri might be a tiny smidge right when she says Johnny is handsome. Just a bit though, because she can’t get credit for something like that.

He’s dyed his hair this shade of brunette that sort of reminds you of roasted chestnuts on a cold, winter day, sitting inside of a cooker outside of your childhood home, baking along with some sweet potatoes your mom had gotten from a farmer’s market nearby. Johnny has this focused gaze attached to the screen of his monitor; there’s a dip in the fronts of his brows, lips tightened into a straight line, and constant switching back and forth from the computer while taking notes down in a book that’s laid open in front of him.

You wonder what’s running through his mind, or well, you’re more interested in what files he has sprawled out on top of his desk.

Truthfully, if it hadn’t been obvious enough, you weren’t quite a fan of Johnny Suh and it’s mostly due to his work ethic. He’d been notorious for his reputation of sleeping around—especially with the opposing side—so it’s hard to convince yourself that he didn’t win the case because of his actual capabilities, but it’s because he pulled some strings.

And Johnny doesn’t put much effort into denying it either.

Albeit deep down, you were a teeny bit envious of his confidence. He struts around the courtroom with ease, and when he presents his position, there’s no staggering in his voice—it’s always crisp and clean, weighted with nothing but credence, and never straying from his initial perspective. It’s never a lack of poise, it’s consistently the look he goes for; from the hand gestures and the furrowed brows, to the rhetorical questions in the end of certain statements that has the speculators and jury sitting at the edge of their seat, Johnny had a talent for performing in the courtroom, but that doesn’t mean anything when the way he gets to the success isn’t ethical.

Just at that moment, his eyes lift from the screen and meet yours.

There isn’t any hesitation when you scramble to grab the remote controller, and the shades drop over the windows instantaneously.

“Fuck,” you mutter underneath your breath, tossing the remote onto your desk and shaking your hands after. What if he thought you were admiring him? Maybe he didn’t see. Yeah. It was for a brief second, and with how close your offices were to each other, it would be common to accidentally lock eyes… right?

Interrupting your thoughts, the office phone rings and it nearly startles the living soul out of you. But before you reach for it, your head tilts to the side curiously because the extension number is familiar—it’s Park Seohyun’s, your boss.

What could she be calling for?

You don’t remember fucking something up—but to be fair, half the times, you never really know if you’ve actually fucked up until someone with steaming ears and a crimson face comes storming in. So… did you do something good? Again, you don’t think that’s right either, because other people would’ve made comments about it.

Deciding to swallow your nerves, you pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey!” Seohyun never fails to be bubbly, and you could never mimic her energy. You definitely had to be born with that kind of enthusiasm. “I have a favor. Hop into my office.”

Leaned back in her leather swivel chair, she had her fingers laced with each other while resting over her stomach. Johnny stands beside you (and you do your best to not look directly at him, especially after that weird staring thing), and you both feel like kids being lectured by parents from how still you are. Her office is huge, probably the size of both yours and Johnny’s combined; with ceiling to floor windows, cases of books that line the perimeter, not to mention the humongous ass couch that practically covers the other half of the room, and her desk was so wide, you estimate about four monitors would fit on there with still additional space for work. That wasn’t even the best part—the view of the city looks almost like a generic lockscreen of a Windows computer, and you’re not even sure why she goes home at night when she basically has a penthouse here.

“As you know, I have a favor.”

“Right,” Johnny retorts, mostly as a filler in the awkward silence. “So… what’s the favor?”

She pulls a box from her purse; square, black and made from a leather material with a lock pad stitched into it, something you’ve never seen before, and she slides the passcode in, then it pops the lid open. A key (a… very small one) sits in the velvety cushion, with nothing else occupying the space with it, and it looks comical. She uses this to open the very top drawer of her desk, and as she pulls using the handle, there’s another box inside, but this time, metal instead of leather, but still black.

What the fuck?

It seems Johnny shares the same thoughts, because he sneaks a glance over at you.

“You see,” Seohyun begins, pressing on the digital keys of the box until there’s a beep at the end and the case hisses open. “There’s a lot of security for this. Which means you understand the importance of it.”

Then, she picks up four manila envelopes and lies on the surface of her wooden top desk. “I have a family emergency to attend to this upcoming week. I’m boarding a flight tonight. So I’m leaving the Hwang v. Yoon case to the two of you.”

“Fuck—”

“The what?”

You and Johnny are sputtering out of shock. The Hwang v. Yoon case is the biggest case that the firm is involved in currently, and the only people involved in it have been Seohyun and Gonghyun. It’s been on every social media platform you could think of; from Facebook to Twitter, TikTok to Instagram—there’s even this weird website for emo/grunge teens or strange kids that like writing fanfic called Tumblr, and whatever that is, it’s discussed on there too.

“What about Gonghyun?”

Seohyun scoffs, closing the drawer and dropping the key back into her special box. Where do you even get a box like that? “He can’t handle this alone. So I’m kicking him off until I come back. I thought about letting the two of you work with him, but his ego is so inflated, it’ll get in the way of our chances of winning. It’s easier if it was just me and him, but seeing that things at home aren’t well, I’m going to need you two to step up to the plate.”

The room goes quiet. The only sounds you hear are the muffled noises of a typical bustling office outside the thick walls of Seohyun’s office, and at first, excitement rushes through your blood because Seohyun thought of you taking over a special, high profile case.

Albeit, another realization gets soaked up, and it’s that Johnny also came to mind, and that because it’s such an important case, the two of you would be… working… many… hours… together.

Maybe you should back out of it—but then again, this is such a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Imagine winning this— it wouldn’t be good for just the law firm, it’d be good for you too. Your name, in articles on these big fancy news websites, perhaps even on new channels, talking about how you, this amazing lawyer, won the Hwang v. Yoon case.

But then you’re snapped back into reality when Johnny leans over to take the envelopes from Seohyun.

If your name is on those platforms, so is Johnny’s.

God, this guy just ruins everything, doesn’t he?

“We’ll take care of it, Seohyun. You can trust us,” he says assuringly, a smile tugging on each corner of his lips with that dazzling gaze. “We’ll be at our best.”

Kiss ass.

If you had the option, you wouldn’t be spending your Saturday night here at work, in one of those conference rooms with a long table in the middle, a big projector that displays on the wall, and a random black leather loveseat couch that lines the one corner in case there’s too many occupants.

Especially since the person who’s accompanying you is Johnny Suh.

There’s probably a lot of people who would kill to be in your position (Hyeri being one of them), but you dread it. Not to be that person, but what’s so special about him anyway? What? He’s tall, has some muscles, long luscious hair that he can slick back with that sultry stare—wait, what?

“Alright, moving on…” From what? You guys just started? It’d been clear with Seohyun that the mornings would be dedicated to other cases, but nights would be considered overtime and where you’d zoom in your focus on Ms. Hwang’s justice. “Let’s take a look at the facts here.”

Johnny slips off his blazer, hanging it on the back of one of the chairs as you’re seated in another, leaning back comfortably with an arm resting on the table. He loosens the first few buttons of his dress shirt before folding up the sleeves, and that’s when you notice a little thing in the inner crook of his elbow—is that a fucking sunflower? Is that what he uses to reel girls in? That he’s soft enough to have a pretty little flower etched onto his gentle, silky and supple—

“Okay,” he says, interjecting into your thoughts with a laser pointer in his hand. He taps on the space bar of his laptop that mirrors what’s on his screen, but then, that’s when you realize what’s on the slides.

There’s a collage of pictures, mostly street, casually walking themed ones, but the common factor was that they were of Yoon Changmin, the man you guys were up against. They were all paparazzi-like photos, which begs the question, how did he get pics like this, and why did he get them?

“What’s the point of this?” you ask, voice laced with nothing but suspicion.

“We gotta get into the mind of the enemy.” You wanna get into the mind of your enemy, too.

You gesture to the one image of Changmin with an arm around his girlfriend and a finger up his nose. “Seems like he’s trying to reach inside of his head instead of us. These are just everyday pictures, Johnny. What’s that going to do for us?”

“Well,” he begins, turning to look at the wall of ‘evidence’. “You see—wait, holy shit.”

Freezing in the midst of reaching for your coffee, your head jolts in the direction of your partner. “What? What is it?”

“Holy shit,” he exclaims, “Hoooooooooly shit. Why didn’t I see this before? This changes everything.”

Furrowing your brows, you’ve given up getting your drink and dropped your hands onto the table. “Tell me, what is it?”

“This is a game changer.”

“Johnny,” you call out sternly, and his eyes link with yours before he instantly points to a particular picture with his red laser pointer.

“Look at that.” There’s pride saturated in his words, but when you look at what he’s indicating, your body slouches in disappointment.

Why the hell was he directing your attention onto Changmin’s thighs? Surely, there’s no denying that they were attractive—you recall that his alibi was at the gym that very night of the crime.

“What? He’s guilty for showing off his toothpick legs?” They were lean, you never said they were muscular.

“No,” he retorts, slightly irritated by your response as he rolls his eyes. “Look at his pants.”

“Okay…”

“They’re jean shorts.”

There’s a pregnant pause, but the expression on your face is so loud it can’t be hidden.

Johnny continues, “That’s a fashion crime.” He says it as if it’s an obvious fact known by many. “Not to mention that it’s fucking raw hem. He should be arrested.”

Suddenly, your opinion of him thinking too much with his heart dissipates because it seems like he’s thinking out of his ass instead. Did he win those cases out of pity? How did this guy even pass the bar? How about law school? How the hell did he even get into law school?

“I don’t think—”

“Listen, alright, just hear me out,” he’s got the palms of his hands resting flat on the surface of the table, doing his best to gain your full undivided attention. “Only assholes wear jean shorts. They flaunt that shit around like they own the place, but they’re horrendous pieces of clothing that should not be on a male’s body. I don’t care what you say, what your opinion is, because that is a fact.”

Puffing your cheeks, you feel at a loss. If Johnny is who you had to get this done, it feels like you’re not going to be finding much evidence any time soon.

“Okay, if… if that’s how you want to play it, then show me the evidence—other than those 2012 cut off denim shorts.”

He reaches over to hit his space bar again, then with a wink and a slide change, he leans closer to you and says with that deep, honeyed voice, “Gladly.”

You hate admitting when you’re wrong.

Ironically, you concede and will confess when you actually are, but it doesn’t mean that you enjoy it. For example, when Hyeri claims that the intern Mark had a crush on you, you quickly waved her off, stating something along the lines of, “I’m too intimidating; there’s better chances of him being scared of me than ever finding me attractive.” And then a week later, you owed Hyeri free lunch at that hip ramen place downtown because Mark had approached your desk that very morning with a bouquet of red roses flowers for you, a cheeky grin glued to his face with pools of hearts in his eyes, and ready to ask you on a date because it was the day after his internship had ended. Naturally, it wasn’t fun rejecting that poor college boy.

But, you won’t say you find Johnny interesting or handsome. Or that there’s potential when it came to possibly (just barely the slightest smidge) that you’d ever consider asking Johnny out. He’s your enemy here, you’ve mentioned that a multitude of times, and you stand firm on that very declaration, despite the fact that sometimes when he gets too close, your breath gets caught in your throat and you feel like you can’t get whatever’s lodged in out.

Albeit it’s not the whole “you guys are gonna end up together” comment that Hyeri makes and resulting in you denying it afterwards, it’s that Johnny might… be a decent lawyer.

He’s not the best one you’ve seen; the stupid revelation he had on the first day working on the case about the jean shorts is evidence for it, but it’s the days following that were slowly changing your perspective on him.

When you said, “He thinks too much with his heart more than with his head,” it was 100% correct.

When meeting with potential witnesses, you recognized that Johnny empathizes with people often; when they cry and start panicking from being overwhelmed, he's quick on his feet to put an arm around them, share reassuring words, and have them back to normal in record’s time.

And, well… you? You’re the one making them cry in the first place.

You don’t want to fully take the blame for being the cause of their tears, but people need to hear what’s happening, and the very detail that they can’t even handle this information probably means they’re not worthwhile as a key witness.

Johnny, of course, thinks otherwise.

He believes that these people should have a voice (although you’ve alluded that they might be more useless than helpful), and putting them on the stand with Yoon Changmin there would change the view of the jury to supporting Hwang Naeri.

“Listen, if we get these people to sign the form, we’d get witnesses and it’ll help Naeri,” Johnny claims, frantically moving his arms annoyingly as he talks, trying his best to express the gravity of the situation, “and maybe, maybe, money wouldn’t be how Changmin wins, but how he loses. We can’t have another person with jean shorts walking on the streets of our city like this—they deserve to go to prison.”

You scrunch up your nose. “Why does this always revert back to the jean shorts?”

“It always has to do with jean shorts,” he snaps back matter-of-factly. “Any straight guy wearing jean shorts with that much goddamn confidence has done some wrong in their lives.”

“Right, but I’m pretty sure that the crimes he did are mainly the reason why he’s being prosecuted against.”

“Jean shorts are the windows to the soul.”

“I’m almost 100% sure that eyes are the windows to the soul, but whatever. If you genuinely believe that the women we met today would benefit our case, then… okay. Let’s bring them to the stand.”

On the contrary to you, Johnny doesn’t have a hard time convincing witnesses to testify. You see the way that he works; those kind eyes directed at the participants, the pools of chocolate were sweet, saturated in nothing but tenderness and warmth, then he does that weird thing where he reaches for their hands and cups them before the words that escapes from his lips are enough to swoon them to stand in front of a courtroom.

Maybe, just maybe, there’s a method to his so-called madness.

Aggression and bluntness don’t work, it seems, because when you’re the one attempting to convince these people to go against the man that had done them wrong, they’re less willing to do it. Something about ‘moving on,’ and ‘not wanting to relive those memories again,’ but if it was you, you’d want justice. Then again, not everyone is like you, and not everyone thinks like you, and spending this abundance of time with Johnny is slowly getting you to ease into that perspective.

So… the initial impression you had of him may have been wrong.

And maybe, just maybe, you’re developing some feelings for him, just as Hyeri predicted.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

His abrupt personal question is enough to have the coffee spill into your mouth to slide down the ‘wrong throat’ because you’re choking, hand on your chest as you’re tackling to regain your breath again and Johnny only stares in disbelief, blinking blankly. “Are… are you okay?”

You glare at him through a hooded gaze. “Well,” you clear your throat once more. “Now, I am.”

“Cool.” He nods, retracting his hand so he could rub your back soothingly, deciding it’s best to stay away. “Are you going to answer my question?”

Quirking a brow, your head tilts slightly in puzzlement. “Why are you asking this?”

Johnny shrugs. “Isn’t it weird that we’ve hung out with each other for a whole week—stayed here for nights and we both don’t know anything about each other?”

Tapping your fingers against the wooden top table, you sigh. Maybe he’s got a point; after all, “Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer,” right?

“No, I’m single.”

Johnny’s face suddenly brightens, ears perked, and his body straightens its posture in his seat at this revelation. “Oh, uh, I didn’t know that. You seemed busy in your personal life, so I, uh… was just wondering.” He looked anxious, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. “I, um, I’m single too, by the way, in case you’re wondering.” You weren’t.

The plethora of cardboard and plastic boxes scattered across the table was a representation of the night. It’s been long, exhausting, and messy, mostly because it’s a Friday night, the hearing was on Monday, and the two of you were nowhere near close to having enough to present to the court. In fear of disappointing Seohyun, the two of you agreed to stay over the office for the weekend to cram work for the case. There’s no denying that the atmosphere is weirder on the weekends, especially since, well, no one really comes here on the weekends. Johnny had to use the bathroom earlier and ran into the cleaning lady and she nearly shit her pants because she didn’t think anyone was here, so she had music blasting in her headphones.

Johnny is… interesting. He makes you laugh—or well, want to laugh, but you don’t give him that sense of satisfaction—and he’s smart but in his own weird way. He’s not like the other lawyers you’ve met, or any of the law students you attended University with because he’s more lighthearted and free-spirited than the rest, taking life in strides instead of just overwhelming himself in the abundance of stress that work brings.

He’s entirely the opposite of you.

And maybe you could learn something from the guy, but there’s something in you that brews hatred toward him. Possibility that you resent how easy he makes being a lawyer seem when you’re struggling in your day-to-day life to make things work.

But it’s way too fucking hard when he’s just… like that.

Despite all of that, he’s very generous and kind toward you. On rough days, he delivers your coffee order, the one you always get because he remembers what you asked the intern to get for you the last time, and he’s good at identifying when you’re just having that kind of day. You eventually learn he has a photographic memory (fucking show off), so when he saw that crumpled napkin with scribbles of what you want in that dumb intern’s hand, it wasn’t hard to remember. Which, by the way, is how he’s able to get into the most prestigious school for undergrad, manage to pass the bar so easily, and get into law school effortlessly.

And knowing this information sort of angers you more.

You know this isn’t his fault—he’s been blessed with a trait that people desire, one that you also yearn for, but the lucky ones get handed a lot of things in life. You wonder if he’s the type of guy who wins girls easily after matching with them on dating sites because of this stupid ass ‘photographic memory.’ Does he sleep with them right after? Does it ever get serious?

You shrug your shoulders and shake your head. You shouldn’t even let these strange thoughts haunt you, especially when you don’t even like him.

He’s a spoiled brat who gets everything handed to him on a silver platter.

So you’re left counting the remaining days until the trial so you don’t ever have to work with Johnny Suh this closely again.

Okay, well, it’s evident that bad luck is glued to your side because after you win the Hwang v. Yoon case for your law firm with that asshole, Seohyun is so impressed. So goddamn impressed that she insists that all the high profile cases are to be given to both you and Johnny.

To work as a team.

Together.

Jesus, this is Hell for you.

Surely, the promotion and raise that came along with it was definitely a plus, but it has you wondering if it’s even worth it. He’s been your unspoken enemy since the first day, and although you think you’re pretty forthright about your hatred for this guy, he can’t seem to read social cues.

When you’re pushing the double doors into the conference room the two of you often spend working on cases in, you expect Johnny to be ready for another day. But strangely enough, Johnny doesn’t have his laptop out or any of the notebooks sprawled across the table.

“Um,” you slide the strap of your bag off your shoulder and onto the spare chair. “Did you come late or something?”

He takes in a deep breath like he’s been holding back something. “We need to talk.”

There’s worry inscribed into his features; from the crease in between his brows, to his pursed lips, and eyes soaked in concern, almost like he’s got bad news to share and it has your stomach in knots. Was it that the case was thrown out? It couldn’t be, right? You both worked hard, presented your stance to the point that the jury and the judge were in awe with your findings. Sure, you had to cover Johnny’s mouth right before he was about to go off in a tangent about jean shorts, but overall, it was a good win, a hard one to go back on and pull out the wrongs of it. So what was it?

“I’m quitting our partnership.”

You blink. “What?”

He gestures to the room with his hands as if there’s anything out to reference. “This thing. Our work. The big profile cases. The famous stuff. I told Seohyun that I won’t be doing it anymore and she can revoke the promotion and the raise.”

You’re still not catching on. “… Why?” Was it something you did? Yeah, you weren’t a big fan of Johnny either, but were you so bad that he decided to not go through with the raise because of you?

“Because,” he pushes his blazer back, hands sliding into the front pockets of his navy blue trousers. “There’s a policy put into place. Those who are on the same cases cannot have any personal relations with each other that extend past friendships.”

“We’re not even friends?” With confusion written across your face, your head tilts to the side. “I’m not… I’m not catching on here.”

“I like you.”

Startled, the words you want to say are stolen out of your mouth. You’re left with a mixture of perturbation and bewilderment, uncertain where to go from there because Johnny asked for the removal of both a promotion and additional money that could be so good for his career… and it’s all because he has a crush on you?

“You quit the best thing that could’ve happened to you because you like me?”

“Yeah,” Johnny states calmly, sucking in his cheeks for a brief moment. “Ain’t that romantic?”

You scoff. “No. Absolutely not. You’re insane! Why would you do yourself dirty like that? Use your head, Johnny, you’re constantly thinking with that stupid heart of yours, and hate to break it to you, but it won’t get you anywhere.” Combing your hair with your fingers, you let out a sigh. “Go ask Seohyun for the position back. Say you made a mistake and—”

“I’m not asking her for the position back.”

Johnny doesn’t make any sense to you. “What? Why wouldn’t you do that?

“Because,” he laughs in disbelief, not because he thinks you’re funny. “I’m not going to force myself to work with a girl that I keep falling for. That’s self-inflicting, you realize that, right? You’re amazing, but you can seriously be so dense sometimes.”

“I’m dense? You just told one of the best law firms in the city that you don’t want to work on the important cases anymore because you have a stupid crush on your partner!”

“If we were on a team with more people, maybe it’d be different. But it’s just us two. You think I won’t fall any harder? That’s not easy. Every time I see you working, I swear I could be hopelessly in love with you one day.”

Your heart stops for a second.

This is Johnny Suh you were talking about here. One of the claimed best lawyers in your office, one of the most intelligent people that Hyeri has ever met, and Seohyun evidently backs this up because she’s given him so much recognition for his work. He’s the guy who worked with you to win the Hwang v. Yoon case, he’s the one who brought up the stupid jean shorts that seemed so far-fetched at the time, but they were a crucial detail everyone missed—it so happened that when Changmin bought those dumb shorts, there was evidence of at least one of his crimes in that store from the security cameras.

Any cis-gendered male who wears jean shorts can’t be trusted, according to Johnny.

And candidly speaking? You couldn’t even deny that. Your past two ex-boyfriends both wore jean shorts and the one cheated on you and the other one was caught money laundering.

“Listen,” he begins, interrupting your foggy thoughts. “I’m not asking you to tell me you like me back. I’m telling you because you should know, and that I can’t go on any further without letting you know. I’ll, uh, be in my office. Seohyun said she’d find a replacement for me.”

Hyeri is his replacement.

She’s great company and does a good job of helping you with whatever you need, but that was just it. Hyeri followed you, she never led with you, just as Johnny does. Agreeing with everything you say, mindlessly trailing behind everything you do—Hyeri was smart, but she couldn’t figure out how to think for herself when it came to these bigger cases because she’s never been given such a responsibility. But you couldn’t even blame her because it’s what she was told to do under Gonghyun.

“You said that you think Maeri snatched the bracelet?”

“No, I said if you watched the security video that the jewelry store submitted, it clearly shows that Maeri snatched the bracelet. Not that I ‘think.’ The proof is right there, Hyeri.”

She nods, resuming back to her work on the computer. Truthfully, Hyeri felt more like an assistant than a co-worker, someone to bounce ideas off of and to see from a different perspective. And as much as you hated Johnny, he had decent points. He had ways of making you put yourself into the shoes of people you never thought you were; although the guy was obnoxious, at least he actually was… good at his job.

Deciding you can’t take it anymore when Hyeri asks for the tenth time that hour about your beliefs rather than her own, you abruptly stand from your seat.

“Where are you going?”

“Out,” you reply shortly. “I’ll be back.”

It was just a spontaneous thought. It’s after hours, and although there are some people who stay behind to get some work done, you had your doubts that Johnny would still be here. He seems to have a better grip on that work/life balance thing people talked about (unlike yourself), but it didn’t hurt to check his office, right?

It’s a good thing you went with it. Because right across from yours, there’s Johnny.

There’s one single lamp that shines over the tabletop of his desk, and the other sources of light in his office are from his computer screen and the ones from the city skyline from behind him. It has him seemingly angelic like this, so serene, calm, and collected, only focused on what’s laid out in front of him. The sun has gone down, people have gone home, but Johnny remains, hardworking as always, despite your previous observations that he’s a lazy, unprofessional guy who gets everything handed down to him.

With a knock on his glass door, he flinches, head raising up and eyes meeting yours.

Were his eyes always this sparkly?

Opening the door, Johnny drops the pen in his hand and crosses his arms before leaning back in his seat. “What’s up?”

“You’re here late,” you state the obvious, and Johnny only nods in return, without a rebuttal in sight. “You aren’t normally here late. At least, before the Hwang v. Yoon case.”

“Yeah, you’re right. But Seohyun dropped something on my desk this morning. Wanted to work on it. What brings you here?”

Inhaling in a deep breath of courage, your hands bundle up into a fist by your side. “Please come back.”

Johnny raises a brow. “What?”

“Come back,” you reiterate, this time, it’s less tense and releases with ease. Caving in isn’t usually this effortless to you, but something about Johnny makes you feel… comfortable enough.“Come back and work with me again. Yes, I’m not supportive of how you do things—”

“Then let’s go out on a date.”

You freeze. Legs rooted into the floors of Johnny’s office, you’re left immobile and diffident on how to react next. It wasn’t what you were expecting, although you weren’t quite sure what you were hoping to anticipate, but it most definitely was not this.

“I—”

“I said my terms,” he retorts, shutting the book in front of him before shuffling up from his seat. He’s leaving, you realize, and Johnny’s ready to head home for the night and you’re not sure if you could handle an entire weekend with Hyeri here. “And, I meant what I said. One date, and if it really doesn’t work out, I’ll stay on the case.”

Chewing on your bottom lip anxiously, the next words that come out are out of character for you. “And… what if it does?”

A soft smile tugs from each corner of his mouth. “Then we’ll figure it out from there. Promise.”

This is… awkward. It shouldn’t be, but yet somehow, it remains awkward.

You’ve spent weeks with Johnny before, and those moments were in a room, in the middle of the night, and alone. Hours and hours were dedicated to work, yes, but it was just the two of you and nobody else.

So why is it so weird being in a five Michelin star restaurant with him?

Maybe it’s the atmosphere. The dim lights, the white clothed tables in lieu of the scratched up wooden one back at the law firm, and instead of leather seats, there’s a neutral beige chaise cushion for the dining chair, slightly less comfortable because it doesn’t recline like the one in your office. Instead of an array of photos and evidence disseminated in front of you, there’s a laminated menu with a multitude of options of what to have for dinner.

Johnny gets the steak with mashed potatoes and string beans, and you order something similar but seared salmon for the main protein. The waitress offers wine, babbling on about the age of the red, where the vineyard is located, and the dryness to sweetness—to be honest, you could care less; you’d rather have gin and sprite with a squirt of lime. A couple glasses of that and you can almost guarantee that the night would end with a deep slumber.

Oddly enough, Johnny seems nervous. Ever since he pulled up in his midnight black Audi in front of your apartment complex, he’s been acting strange. He keeps wiping his sweaty palms off the material of his trousers, occasionally swiping off the droplets that fall on the side of his face.

“Are you… okay?” you suddenly ask, adjusting your dress in your seat. Deciding to go with a black silk dress with a slit up the leg and your hair let down, it’s not a look you often sport but since you’re going on a date (one you haven’t been on in quite some time), you figured it would be nice to at least play the part.

“I’m, uh, honestly, I’ve never really asked a girl out before.”

You quirk a brow curiously. “What? You’re telling me you never asked a girl out before?”

He lets out a bashful laugh with a faint nod, making an attempt to swallow his nerves after. “Honestly, I’ve always been asked out and not the other way around. Not to sound like that guy, but I never really had to put effort into trying for girls. They kind of just…”

“—Throw themselves at you?”

He beams. “Yeah! Like that. I don’t really know how to react half the time, but it makes the whole dating scene a little bit easier.” Geez, he called you dense, but he’s over here acting clueless.

Either way, it feels like whatever opinion you had about Johnny remained true. He never had to try when it came to the dating scene, and you could only imagine what that means for work and the relationships he has with the women in your career field.

“Mm, does that usually happen with work too?”

Befuddled, Johnny leans back in his chair. “What do you mean by that?”

With a shrug of your shoulders, you’re poking the meat of your salmon that falls off easily. After the first initial bite, the fish practically melts on impact when it touches the tip of your tongue, smooth like butter and bursting with flavor that couldn’t be described by any common person because it wouldn’t do the salmon justice. Johnny seemed to put a lot into this date, and you’re left pondering what the point of this was. Did he actually like you, or was he trying to get into your head? “Just seems like you get a lot of special treatment.”

“Are you jealous?”

“In what way?” you snap back.

“Are you jealous of me because I’m getting this so-called special treatment that you think I’ve always had, or were you jealous of the girls that seemingly got my attention?”

You’re left without anything to say.

It was a good observation he made because truthfully, you never saw it like that.

In actuality, you often saw Johnny as your rival. He climbed the ladder in the field with ease, and it wasn’t hard to quickly blame his success on the fact that he was a guy in a male dominated industry, but the fact that there’s a possible interpretation for your hatred may be from these feelings you might’ve been harboring for him this entire time… that can’t be it… right?

“I mean, look at where you are now,” you begin, trying to defend yourself. It can’t be true that the reason you’ve been bitter about Johnny was because of the girls that got his attention, and one of them not being you. “You got a high position from—”

“—From hard work,” Johnny interjects with his brows furrowed. “I didn’t get to where I was because I slept around, if that’s what you’re insinuating. I knew you sort of always hated me, but I’ve always admired you. I like your work ethic, I like your style, even though we’re both on opposite spectrums, I like the way you think and I wanted to know what it was like being partners with you. Getting to be on that case with you showed me more than just who you were as a lawyer, but who you were as a person. I like you, but I’m trying to put my finger on why you hate me so much.”

“So you noticed.” Sucking in your cheeks, your eyes trail elsewhere—from the fork that lays beside your plate, to the glass filled halfway with wine, to the little candle that sits in between the two of you that flickers the way he has your heart when he expresses once more how he feels about you.

“Yeah, of course I noticed. If you like someone, it’s kind to miss details like that about them. So… you really hated me because you thought I slept my way to the top, huh?”

“I mean…” shoulders dropping in exasperation, you run your fingers through your disheveled hair. “All those rumors—”

“Again, they’re just rumors. I worked hard to get here, you know. And I’m kind of offended that you thought of me that way.”

You scoff. “They’re rumors, Johnny, it’s kind of hard to ignore all the office gossip when that’s all you hear. Plus, it wasn’t hard to believe either, with the whole flirtatious act whenever you encounter anyone who’s breathing and has a vagina.”

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“You need a book for dummies that elaborates on what’s flirting or not, because Johnny Suh, whatever it is you do with your body language in front of that chick who sits by the front door.”

“You mean Siwoo? The pregnant one who’s married to her highschool sweetheart? Also, how do you not know our receptionist’s name?”

You throw your arms into the air. “How am I supposed to know her name?”

He tilts his head to the side, genuinely baffled. “Do you… not talk to anyone outside of Hyeri?”

Your silence answers his question.

“I… honestly, I don’t know if I should be offended or if I should be honored. You think I didn’t earn anything that I have now, you think that everything I have was handed to me. On one hand, it’s flattering that you think my looks and my bedroom skills could do that but at the same time… I’m offended because you think I’m incapable.”

“I never said you were incapable—”

“But you implied it.”

Hands falling onto your lap, it’s your turn to gulp. His words come shooting at you, but you’re without a shield to protect yourself, and with the new experience of working with Johnny, there comes the realization at times that Johnny is a hard worker. There are some things that he says and does that aren’t like the people you’ve encountered, and being put on new cases with Hyeri only proved it. He’s thoughtful in the sense that whenever you’d bring up your stance on something, he challenges you with what the defense might counter.

Johnny makes you want to be better. Not just against him, but to brush off the dust on your skills and enter into the battlefield of a courtroom to showcase them.

“Well, if you’re staying silent, I just want to say that I tried,” the crinkle in between your brows makes another appearance because Johnny is great at leaving you stunned and confused. “I really like you. I love how your head works, and I wanna be with someone like that but I also can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”

Why is it that when you’re in that conference room with him, you’re not afraid and never running out of things to say, but now you’re empty handed?

“I’ll pay for dinner. Grab you an Uber. I honestly thought I could overlook those things, and maybe your perspective for me has changed, but I could see it on your face. It’s the same.”

After that date with Johnny, his life turns back to normal.

Yours? Not so much.

Candidly speaking, part of you missed working with Johnny. You were wrong about him, so wrong, and even when you wanted to apologize at the dinner for what you thought of him, the pride in you was like a vicious plague that blackened your insides, preventing you from ever saying those words.

Oftentimes, you’d still be able to sneak a glimpse of him in his office with that same look on his face—full of concentration and nothing else in his mind other than the task at hand.

The cases you have with Hyeri entail a head like Johnny’s. Someone who could question you, to protest against your stance when there could be flaws in it. It feels like deja vu each time you think about it, each time you open a new case file and Hyeri sits there, perched in that seat beside yours, eyes sparkling with what you have in mind next, instead of what she has going on in hers.

Although you’ve tried convincing yourself that maybe, just maybe, what you feel for Johnny is purely professional but when you see him standing by the water cooler with a couple of your coworkers, eyes mimicking the moon crescents in the skies, replicating the ways his lips curl in elation—it was beginning hard to believe that it was all platonic feelings.

So maybe you should be bold for once. Pull off that exterior that displays you as someone who isn’t just independent and assiduous, but someone who’s stubborn and aggressive in getting what they want—and not in a good way.

This time, you’ll show it in a good way.

Or at least, you’ll try.

Johnny is a routine kind-of-guy—he grabs an iced americano every morning at the coffee shop downstairs at the edge of the street, he does his daily 11:00AM drop-by at the water cooler to refill his Hydroflask (which was his prized possession, by the way), and parked in the same exact spot in the parking garage of your building, despite there being an abundance of places he could choose.

That’s why you decide to stand by his car after work that day. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands shaking because it’s your turn to feel anxious. That blazer that once fit so comfortably in the morning suddenly feels tight and hot in the afternoon, and the weather hasn’t even changed. Your bag slung over your shoulder weighs ten times heavier than an hour ago, and you can’t stop your jaw from tightening.

Before your thoughts could spiral off all the possibilities of what the outcome may be when you tell Johnny how you feel, he’s already standing there, feet away from you with that dip in the fronts of his brows that you want to smoothen out the crinkles of with the pad of your thumb.

“Hi,” you greet, faint and peculiarly different from your other approaches. “Um, I just… was waiting for you.”

“Hey,” Johnny says back, the first few buttons of his shirt already unraveled, his blazer hung over his forearm and the sleeves are rolled up. “I see that. What’s up with you?”

“Um,” your leg was jittery, hard to control so you spat everything you had to say out as fast as you could before he could see right through you. “I just wanted to apologize. For everything. You’re admirable, kind, and I wish I inhabited those same characteristics you have. I think professionally, you’ve got great ideas, one that could be implemented into mine and what we did together for that case was just… yeah. We could do something big if we put our heads together.”

Johnny nods in agreement. The relationship between you two work-wise was obvious, he knew that much. “And what about… outside of that?”

“I like you,” you choked, barely getting the words out. “More than just coworkers, um, I guess, more than friends but I’m not really sure since you walked out on our first date,” inhaling in a deep breath of courage, you continue on, “and I don’t know how you feel now after I’m standing before you like this, asking for another chance and that I’m sorry.”

He stares at you blankly, and it leaves you unsure whether or not he accepts your apology. “You know why we ended that date early.”

“Well,” you start again, “can we… start over and try again? I promise I won’t tempt you to end the date early this time.”

And with that, there’s the signature smile that Johnny sports that swoons girls, makes their knees weak, and heart clench but this time… it’s just for you.

“I’d really like that.”

#ficscafe #nct fanfic #johnny x reader #johnny fanfic #johnny suh #johnny nct #nct 127 #nct 127 fanfic #suh johnny #gyukultfics #idk what else to tag #hopefully this does well :|

[earliebirb]

Steve not noticing that he goes into Tony kisses withdrawals when Tony’s away, but the rest of the team do. Like a first if Tony is out for a day or two and Steve doesn’t get his morning kiss he’s grumpy until after lunch, so the team introduces secret “Tony is away” brunch protocols, to get it over faster. After 4 days he’s moping unless he’s training or out with friends so it’s bootcamp/friend fieldtrips time.

2 weeks where he’s not on a mission and Tony’s out of the country and so busy he can barely video chat? The rest of the team sequesters him to the couch with ice cream and tv shows that Steve would like but aren’t on the “only watch first with Tony” list.

(The list includes all Star Wars’ and Treks, LoTR, Ghibli movies, and Die Hards. Steve can watch Mike Schur shows and Game of Thrones. While Disney movies and Romcoms are allowed by Tony without him, they are banned by the team cuz Steve starts crying during them at this point in the withdrawal process)

Eventually the team just kidnaps and throws him into a Quinjet and has him surprise Tony in his hotel after 3 weeks of no Tony and no mission calls. He is intolerably whiny, has grown his depression beard, and keeps calling the president, Fury, and other country’s heads of state to see if there’s aliens attacking.

LOOK LISTEN THE FIRST TIME I RECEIVED THIS ASK I WAS LIKE WOW ARE WE THE SAME PERSON??? Because Steve-suffering-from-Tony-withdrawal is also a personal headcanon of mine that I've carried in my head for years. It's my Favorite. This ask is very fun and made me laugh a lot and I love it very, very much. Keep your brilliant ideas coming, Anon. I really love them. (I am very sorry for taking a century to go through all of them 😔) Also, since it's Steve's birthday (shhh I'm not late, what are you talking about, shhhhh), I decided to develop this lovely idea and turn it into a birthday fic! I hope you like it! 🤍

let the heart grow fonder

steve/tony, birthday fluff, established relationship, 1174 words

“Was the flight really worth it? A few more days and I would’ve been home anyway.”

“Yeah.” Steve noses the back of his ear and Tony shivers. “But I would’ve been all alone on my birthday.”

“You would hardly be alone. There’s the whole team, and besides— The entire country would practically be celebrating your birthday. Fireworks, barbecues, the whole nine yards.”

“Not the same,” Steve insists stubbornly. Tony sees Steve cupping his hands to gather some water from in front of Tony’s chest before dumping it on Tony’s head. Closing his eyes, Tony lets the warm water seep into his hair and trickle down his face, neck, and back.

He opens his eyes when he feels Steve’s fingers sweeping his hair away from his forehead. “I would trade all of it for a day of doing nothing with my fella.”

“Sweet talker.” Tony huffs. 

“‘S true.” Steve punctuates his statement with a kiss on Tony’s shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“‘S all your fault. You’re the one who was gone for a ridiculously long time.”

“Honey, trust me, if I had the choice I would much rather stay at home with you.”

Steve sighs, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “I know.”

This time, Tony cups his hands together, gathering a mountain of soapsuds. He blows on it, sending suds and bubbles flying.

“Nat told me all about it, you know.”

“About what?” Steve asks, his luscious beard tickling Tony’s temple.

“About the depression beard. All your sulking and moping. And whining.”

“I did no such things. The beard is me… trying out a new look.”

Tony snorts. “And crying.” 

“Natasha’s a lying liar,” Steve grumbles, hiding his face in Tony’s hair.

“Come on, which movie was it?”

Steve stays silent. With his movements hidden by the soapy water, Tony pokes Steve’s side stealthily.

“Ah!” Steve yelps.

“Which movie was it, baby?”

Steve huffs, resting his forehead against the back of Tony’s skull. 

And then, finally:

“Dumbo,” Steve mumbles in defeat. Tony snickers.

“Oh, honey. You’re such a softie.” Tony sighs fondly as he leans back, letting more of his weight rest against Steve’s body. He lets out a delighted hum when Steve welcomes the extra weight by snaking an arm around his waist.

“No judging,” Steve whines, and Tony grins when he can hear the pout in his voice. “You’d been gone for two weeks by then and I really missed you. Besides, you have no room to talk. Remember The Fox and the Hound?”

“Please. That’s totally different.” Tony rolls his eyes. “Anyone who doesn’t cry at The Fox and the Hound is a monster.”

Submerged up to his shoulders in warm water and pressed up against his naked husband, Tony feels well-rested and content in a way he hadn’t been for the past few weeks.

Still, they only have a few days left before they have to leave for New York, so they should probably make good use of what little time they have left in Milan. 

“I wanna take you to this really beautiful restaurant for your birthday dinner. Super romantic. We could get a private table. You’d love it.”

“Yeah?” Tony feels Steve’s hand stroking up and down his stomach.

“Mm-hm. We should probably get out soon. Get dressed. Look presentable,” Tony says, resting his head back on one of Steve’s shoulders and looking up at him.

Steve looks down at him, his unfairly long lashes wet and clumped together. For a moment, he simply stares back at Tony silently.

“What?” Tony eventually says, unable to withstand the silent scrutiny. He breaks eye contact and lifts one of his feet up and out of the water just because he can, just for something to do.

Tony watches his own foot hover above the surface of the water for a few seconds before another hairy leg breaks the surface of the water. The bigger foot settles on top of Tony’s hovering one until his leg buckles under the weight, sending the two left feet plunging back into the water.

“Rude,” Tony remarks with a frown, turning back to stare up at Steve again.

Steve is already looking at him, almost as if he never looked away in the first place.

“What?”

“Would you be mad at me,” Steve begins, one of his hands reaching up to bury itself in Tony’s damp hair, fingers lightly scratching his scalp, “if I said I’d much prefer it if we stayed in tonight and ordered room service?”

Tony leans back, incredulous. “Room service?”

Steve nods.

“For your birthday dinner?”

He nods again.

“Why?”

Steve shrugs, disturbing the water slightly with the movement. “I mean, I didn’t exactly fly all the way to Italy for the food.”

Tony softens and tries in vain to hold back his smile.

“Yeah?”

An answering smile blooms on Steve’s face. He leans in to nudge Tony’s nose affectionately with his own. “Uh-huh.”

“What did you come here for then?” Tony asks, voice dangerously low and eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Oh.” Steve quirks an eyebrow. “Keep looking at me like that and I may just skip the room service and go straight for dessert.”

Tony smirks devilishly. “What’s stopping you?”

Blinking rapidly, Steve swallows. “Yeah?”

“I mean, you are the birthday boy.” Tony strokes the line of Steve’s throat with the back of his fingertips and watches in glee as the man shivers.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, Steve leans in close and—

“Actually, it’s me. I’m stopping you. I’m really craving some lasagna right now.”

Initially headed for Tony’s lips, Steve changes course and buries his face in Tony’s neck with a guttural groan. 

“Sweetheart. You’re not making things easy for me.”

Tony chuckles. “Nothing about me is easy, honey. I’m a challenge.”

“But it’s my birthday,” Steve complains, voice muffled.

“You got off an eight-hour flight, got to the hotel, and immediately napped for four hours. You haven’t had a proper meal.”

“I ate on the plane.”

“No, we need to get you some proper Italian food. Hearty, heartwarming, fulfilling.”

“Food is just food. I just wanna have you.”

“Um, excuse me? That is deeply insulting. Authentic Italian food is not just food, it’s an experience.”

“I wanna have the Tony experience.”

“You’ll get the Tony experience after you have a proper meal. Look, we can order room service, but we can’t skip dinner.” 

“Fine,” Steve grumbles, face finally emerging from its hiding place. “But can we stay like this for another fifteen minutes?”

Tony settles back against Steve’s chest and lets Steve pull him close. “Of course, birthday boy.”

Steve hums contentedly, resting his chin on the crown of Tony’s head. “You make me really happy, sweetheart. I love you.”

Tony feels Steve’s fingers interlocking on top of his stomach. He looks down, spotting the wedding ring worn on Steve’s ring finger, one that he knows is engraved with his own handwriting. 

The image of the ring is distorted by the water, but still, it glints golden. Tony smiles to himself.

“I love you, too, honey. Happy birthday.”

#stevetony #stevetony fic #stony #stony fic #superhusbands #steve/tony #steve x tony #mine #earl wrote something #happy birthday steve #earl answers #anonymous #stevetony chatter

[agathasangel]

Leave Everything Behind But Me Part 5- (Diane Sherman x fem!Reader)

Woooooow I’ve been MIA. Life has been crazy.

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this fic but I thought I’d give it a go.

all the usual trigger warnings for this fic (stalking, drugging, sickness, also amnesia for this one). Also there’s a big twist that’s kinda messed up. I also apologize that this chapter is so short, there’s a lot that’s probably gonna need be explained in Part 6.

You were terrified as you heard Diane’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Diane- can we please just talk? I just want to talk to you.”

Diane put down the bottle on the table and sat beside you.

“What was it you wanted to say to me, my sweet girl?”

“I love you, Diane. I want everything to just be normal. I want to live a normal life with you and help you like you helped me. Please. I’m just so scared of whatever is in that. I don’t want it-”

“But without it, you’ll run away.”

“No, Diane. I won’t. Please. One day. Just give me one day. I want to help you get better from whatever- whatever this is. You’re the only one who’s ever needed me. Please-”

“I know you’re scared now, sweetheart. But I promise, it won’t hurt a bit. You won’t remember a thing. And after, we can be happy. Your fears, your doubts, they’ll all go away...”

“I want the same thing as you, Diane. You don’t have to do this! We can get help, we can get better, I can show you that you don’t have to hurt me to get me to love you! I’ll still-”

“I never hurt you!” Diane stood up and screamed. “I saved you! I protected you, you were- you were sick!”

Diane went over to the table and continued mixing together chemicals and you started to cry.

“Don’t cry, my sweet girl. It’ll all be okay...”

“What will it do to me? Will it hurt me? Will it do something to my head?”

“No, baby... you’ll just forget. Don’t you want so badly to forget? I do. I want to forget your pain and sadness... it hurts me so badly to see. My poor girl.”

Diane checked everything and picked up a syringe. She started filling it up with something. Your breathing became faster and you started to hyperventilate. You didn’t know what to do. You tried pulling at the chains, but you knew it wouldn’t work. Unless you could convince Diane to let you go, which would never happen, you would never be able to escape. Diane started towards you and you screamed.

“Shhhhh.... it’s okay... I won’t hurt you... come on...”

“Why are you doing this to me, Diane? I - I thought you loved me...”

“I do love you, (y/n). I love you more than anything. I love you too much and I am doing this out of love. I am doing this so that we can be together and be happy. Shhhh… just relax. Just cooperate with me…”

“Why…. Don’t you… don’t you love me… I’m scared… I don’t want you to hurt me...”

“I love you! I do! This won’t hurt you, or do whatever you think. I promise. Okay? It’ll calm you down. It’ll make everything go back to the way it was. Don’t you want that?”

You were so tired of fighting Diane. You loved her. You wanted everything to go back. You had no escape.

“Yes… I do… I just want- I want everything to be normal again.”

“Me too, darling. This will make that happen. Let me give you what you want, sweet girl.”

You felt a sharp sensation, and then drifted off into Diane’s arms.

You woke up in a bedroom you didn’t recognize, on a king sized bed. A woman with long red hair walked in.

“(Y/n)! You’re finally awake! I missed you, baby…”

“Thank you… um…. I- I’m sorry.”

“You’ve forgotten, haven’t you honey? I’m Diane. I’m your wife. But you’re so young, and so sick… so I became your caretaker as well. I’ll help you remember everything.”

“Di- Diane. Nice to meet you…”

“We’ve met, honey. We share this bed. A few weeks ago, you hit your head. You’ve been knocked out ever since. The hospital let me take you home yesterday, and, well, there you are! Awake and healthy…”

“But I can’t remember… anything…”

“You’ll get there, baby. I promise.”

You felt terrible. Your wife, your kind, loving wife was there taking care of you and you couldn’t remember her at all. You wanted to do everything you possibly could to get to know the beautiful woman you had just met, and maybe even remember her. You tried to get up, but was met with insane lightheadedness and fell over.

“Honey, let me help you! Do you wanna go to the living room? I’ll make you some tea or something, and we can talk.”

“I would like that, Diane. So much. I’m sorry I forgot you, you must be...”

“It’s okay, honey. I know everything will be just as it was. I love you, my sweet girl.”

Diane held you throughout walking into the living room of your little house that was so unfamiliar to you. You sat on the couch next to her.

“I just want you to tell me everything, Diane.”

“Well, we met when you were on a road trip. You were alone, you were tired of your parents. We met at a cafe, and you were exhausted and sick, so I took you home. I started taking care of you, and we fell in love. You were sick all the time, poor girl. But you were still so fun, so positive, so beautiful. I was in love with you from the moment I first saw you. One day, you kissed me and then everything worked out. I was worried because you’re so young, but everything was perfect. We were meant to be together. And then we got married. It was just the two of us, but it was the best day of my life. My sweet angel, I wish you could remember it.”

“I do too... I know I feel like I’m first meeting you but- but I love you. You’re so kind. You love me and I need that... my last memory is... um... one of my last memories is being yelled at by my parents. I was alone... how- how many years did I forget?”

“I don’t know, honey. It’s been almost four years we’ve been together now.”

“Wow. I want- I wish I-”

“It’s okay, my sweet girl. We’ll make so many new memories. Let’s watch a movie. Cuddle. Okay angel?”

“Yes, Diane. I want that.”

Diane made popcorn and put on a movie, and sat right next to you. She put her arms around you and gave you a kiss. You kissed back nervously, and stroked Diane’s pretty red hair.

“You’re so beautiful, Diane. I wanna kiss you all night.”

“I want that too. God, (y/n). I’ve missed this.”

And so you did. You spent the entire night making out with Diane until she took you to bed and you fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next day, she gave you a tour of the house, not including the basement or medicine cabinet 

”You don’t have to worry about that stuff, baby. I know how much it stresses you.”, Diane would say, “Just leave that to me. I always take the best care of my girl.”

The house was quite small, just a living room/kitchen, a bathroom that the two of you shared, and two bedrooms, one of which was never used anymore.

”And a shower big enough for the both of us, too”, said Diane with a wink.

“Maybe tonight...” you said shyly.

“Yes, as long as you feel up to it. I would love that. I’ve missed you so much.”

The next few weeks were nice. You were getting to know your beautiful wife again, and although you thought she would be hurt that you didn’t remember anything, she didn’t seem that way at all. She seemed happy. Happy to have you back, even if you couldn’t remember a thing. This woman, your wife, loved you so much. And your guilt and sadness came back one day in full swing when you remembered something. That morning, you didn’t get out of bed after Diane told you that breakfast was ready. She came back into your bedroom and saw you crying.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry, Diane... I just feel so bad... I wish I could remember you... It makes me so sad thinking that you- you love me and you’ve taken care of me for four years and I only remember a couple of weeks! I’m sorry... I feel like I hurt you. I just want all my memories back so bad...”

“Sweetheart... it isn’t your fault. You got hurt, that’s all. I understand it didn’t have anything to do with me.”

“But our- our wedding! I can’t even remember our wedding! You told me it was so beautiful and amazing and the best day of your life. It was probably the best day of my life too and I- I can’t remember it!” you started to cry again.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.”

#sarah paulson #diane sherman run #run 2020 #diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #diane sherman imagine #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson imagine #my fics

[softkuna]

Sukuna || Dancer || Fic

Content   ║ Sukuna x insert. The few chords of music began and a woman walked onto the stage. Her heels were near silent in comparison to the music. Her outfit sparkled against the low lights, illuminating the curve of her body in a way that caught the snoozing eyes of the curse within. Yuuji flustered for a moment, almost looking away, but Sukuna had urged him not to. 

Count      ║ 1,234 words.

Consider ║ A bit of angst. Soft!Kuna. Poledancing. Possible implications of sex work? Reincarnation. Grammar issues. Female insert. Third Person writing. 

Creator    ║ This is an idea that was inspired by an oc that I made for a roleplay. It’s not the exact oc since there’s no name/descriptors past she/her, nor the exact roleplay as I saw a performance and my braincell lit on fire. Basically, I blacked out writing this and realized after that it’s really disgustingly vague and makes little to no sense??? I like it though. All characters are 18+. College aged, college setting. Here is the performance I am referencing. We’re also just going to ignore the fact that Sukuna most likely doesn’t know english :’)

Apparently part of Tokyo was the night life. He had heard rumors of the clubs, the bumping and grinding of young bodies. It didn’t really appeal to him. Dancing did, of course, just not the sexual tension ridden type that those around his age did. Hip hop, freestyle, high energy was more him. But once they approached the sign and ID’s had to be shown, Yuuji knew this was probably not the average dance club.

  “Blindfold, what’s up with this place?” Nobara peered, lips puckered and brows lowered in an expectantly suspicious glare.

  Gojou’s flashed her a mischievous grin, “You’ll have to wait and find out~!”

  “What does this have to do with our mission? It’s obviously perverted,” Megumi kept his eyes straight forward, ignoring the scantily clad servers.

  “Wow. And to think that you had even a gram of self-respect,” Nobara joined the tag-team, attention dangerously turning to Yuuji, “What about you?”

  “I thought we were going to a dance club,” Itadori’s hands rose in defense, a white flag to whatever cruel judgement the other two would place on him known or unknown.

  Gojou nudged them to a booth facing a stage. Glistening black polished wood, lights illuminating it for the atmosphere. A server came by and was waved off with an order of water. Yuuji leaned on the table, cheek pressed into his hand. He liked movies, so theater or musicals were probably up his ally too. Megumi shifted uncomfortably next to him, trying to not touch thighs with Nobara.

  “This is a ‘gentleman’s club’ if you will. Although anyone can come. This is a slightly ritzier and well known one. They have performers who are well versed in their own abilities,” Gojou leaned back into the velvet of the seat, arm resting along the back of the booth, “You all know that curses like to gather in places that rile up negative memories and emotions. Places like these tend to crawl with them. Self loathing, spousal conflicts, jealousy, greed, with involvement of Yakuza too, it’s a curses’s playground.”

  “So it’s a strip club,” Kugisaki noted bluntly, arms crossing over her chest, “I can respect the work.”

  Incredulously, Megumi did a full turn to her, “You’re kidding me-“

  “Shhhhh, It’s starting.”

  The few chords of music began and a woman walked onto the stage. Her heels were near silent in comparison to the music. Her outfit sparkled against the low lights, illuminating the curve of her body in a way that caught the snoozing eyes of the curse within. Yuuji flustered for a moment, almost looking away, but Sukuna had urged him not to.

  “Yeah it’s a chick. What of it?”

“Don’t be a child, brat. I expect this to be an artform.”

  The exchange stirred confusion, brows knitting despite themselves. Yuuji kept his gaze to the stage. She must have been around his age, 19-20-ish.  She stood facing the pole, a strong arm taking hold, right platformed foot stepping forward. Everything about her form held a certain elegance to it. Radiated it despite not even making a single move. She dipped slightly, letting her weight revolve around the pole as the hum of music began.

  I've seen the world, done it all

Had my cake now

Diamonds, brilliant

And Bel Air now

  The curse within the boy shifted, seeing through shared sight. An intuitive prodding nudged at the inner corner of his mind as he watched her movements. The sway of her body, the lift of her legs giving an illusion of floating in the breeze.

  Hot summer nights, mid-July

When you and I were forever wild

The crazy days, city lights

The way you'd play with me like a child

 The song eerily called to him. Days of centuries past licking at the precipice of his memories. For a moment, her motions stopped before a step forward was taken, arm following the curl and momentum shifting her body into the air once again. Through what seemed to be pure strength, the shift of her weight carried her up, frame hanging upside down. It was transfixing, all eyes lingering against the glittering of exposed skin.

  Her leg hooked, a seamless transition as her form curved back. There was no strain nor effort to be trying at all. She made it seem natural, gliding through her performance in that same tune she did so long ago. The artform overlapped. A dance originated in desires turned into a masterpiece. Even through rebirth, she maintained the ability to take crude dirt and compress it into a refined diamond. She maintained every ounce of control over herself and those whose eyes lingered on her.

  Sukuna’s throat dried, flashes of her from that first day he had seen her, the kimono she wore in its vibrancy. The display of her dance within his court. The way blood stained four hands months after.

  Dear Lord, when I get to heaven

Please, let me bring my man

When he comes, tell me that You'll let him in

Father, tell me if You can

  Legs and arms draped her body like fine silk, fingers splayed and collecting. Sukuna would have reached out then and there if he could have, stretched as one soul to touch another. His mind buzzed with the words spilling through the room, their bittersweet tone squeezing the heart that pumped cold for so long.

  Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Will you still love me when I got nothin' but my aching soul?

  The King of Curses ached to answer her, to stop the show he knew all too well. Yes. It was his fault she became this way, cursed to come back. Cursed to repeat the cycle. To spin through her next life as she did on the pole. Teetering the balance of skill, herself, and the shamans who very obviously roped her into some scheme.

  I know you will.

I know you will.

I know that you will.

  Her shoulders touched the ground followed by the rest of her. Sukuna was watching the motion of rain slipping off of a leaf.

  As the song came to a close, her head tipped back in a final pose. There was clapping all around, numbing the curse’s attention, snapping him back into the world he resided in.

  He hated it. Hated the attention given to her by others. Loathed the lascivious gazes of patrons around her. In the golden era, he would have had their heads for disrespectfully laying eyes on something that had been rightfully his.

  Something in the back of his mind pulled taught, a hurtling realization thrown in between his vertebrae. That was just it.

  She no longer was…

  The woman bowed, gaze peering back up. She dared to latch onto the brat – to latch onto him, so it felt. There was a twitch along the bridge of her slender nose, performance smile faltering for just a moment as an emotion crept up her throat. And then it was gone.

  …or perhaps she was.

  Bonus:

  Gojou turned his attention to his students, “That would be the fourth first year! Pretty nuts, huh?”

   Nobara slammed her hands on the table, “I need to know how to do that.”

   Megumi bristled, “How does she know how to do that?”

  Yuuji choked on his water, red burning at his cheeks and ears. He just watched his future classmate do that.

#⛩.fic #⛩ #🍺.fic #🍺 #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fic #dear lord i hope this isn't as cringey as I think it is #have mercy

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Days 98, 99, and 100 (hey-oh!)

of @the-wip-project‘s 100 Days of Writing

Omg...I can’t believe I made it (minus the days I didn’t do any writing...but shhhhh...even on the days I didn’t write, I’m sure I at least thought about writing...so that counts, right?)!

Final Writing Update/Reflections/Whathaveyou

This week so far, I’ve finished the fifth/last chapter of Drinking Buddies (Castlevania, Trevor & Greta, and Alucard and Sypha!) and posted it, and then I posted the second/middle chapter of Together Into the Abyss (Dragon Age, Stroud/Loghain), so I’m feeling quite productive here at the end! I should probably take a break from writing to catch up on some of the reading I’ve been meaning to get to (I’ve got @hermiowngranger’s hawkebela fic, False Dice, open in my tabs, and a couple chapters of @serial-chillr‘s The Well to catch up on, just to name a couple of the things I’ve been meaning to read...!), but I’m still kinda feeling the writing vibe, so I’ll probably be working on updating more of my WIPs until I completely run out of steam.

And since it’s still Wednesday (and I got tagged by @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold, @hermiowngranger, @musetta3, @noire-pandora​, @cleverblackcat​, and @genginger​...thank you all!!! And tagbacksies!), here’s a fun thing to end with...(oh, did you know it’s Star Trek Day?! 55 years of willful hope in humanity’s future...shut up I’m not crying at all these retrospectives and interviews and tweets about what Trek means to people...). Anyway, an excerpt from my Star Trek x Dragon Age crossover, Stowaway, that I am always working on at a snail’s pace...:

“I’m Anders, the ship’s healer.” He extends a hand which she grasps firmly.

She’s no stranger to human handshakes, and she’s actually somewhat relieved to find something familiar. “I’m Jadzia.” 

“May I?” He motions toward the cut on her forehead and she nods, curious, given what she’s seen so far of this ship and these people, about what kind of rudimentary treatment he has in mind.

Anders bends down to look more closely at her wound, wiping away the dried blood with a rag he pulls from his pocket. “Alright if I use magic? I’m Circle-trained, but I’ve learned a bit more since I…” He suddenly eyes her combadge suspiciously, and then looks up at Isabela, who shakes her head quickly. “Since I left,” he finishes more defiantly.

Jadzia supposes she’s meant to react somehow to this, but she is busy trying not to laugh. Magic? Oh, this is going to be even more interesting than she thought! “Whatever you think is best!”

She braces herself for some mysterious chanting or some herbs or some kind of sleight of hand. But instead, a raw, green-tinged energy begins to emit in concentrated waves from his fingertips. It lacks the discipline and structure of the directed rays of their phasers or a dermal regenerator, but it feels similarly warm as he directs it toward the wound. There’s none of the hermetic, acrid smell of the medical lasers, but it feels as though the busted skin on her forehead is actually...stitching itself back together?

“Does it hurt?” he asks, as he glances down and notices her odd expression, not of pain (one doesn’t ingratiate themselves to the Klingons without a high tolerance for physical pain), but because she’s been staring directly at his finger in utter fascination and nearly gone cross-eyed.

“No. But I think I may be concussed...does your magic fix internal head trauma, too?” Now she’s really pressing her luck, she thinks.

Anders grins like a child on Feastday, and pulls his hand away from her forehead. “Not my magic, not by itself, but with a little bit of assistance…” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Oh, here we go,” she hears the ship’s captain groan behind her. “Always a show-off…”

When he re-opens them, his eyes are glowing with an intense white-blue light and the expression of excited delight he’d had just a moment ago has been replaced by one of vague determination. He reaches both hands around the back of her head and pulls her toward him, pressing his forehead against hers.

“YOUR SOUL IS NOT ALONE,” booms an otherworldly voice.

#100daysofwriting #final thoughts #star trek #dragon age #star trek x dragon age crossover #anders #jadzia dax #isabela is there too #stowaway #WIP #my writing

[danwylds]

Right okay I never actually got myself to write this fic so have my notes for the fic except I haven’t read through them since June when I wrote them and I refuse to edit anything

Right is bakery au but not

Neil either turned down the offer of exy for the foxes or for coach whatever the fuck his name was

He got caught earlier tho which is . Unfortunate

Stuart still comes in

Maybe I’ll have him move back to Britain for a while? To avoid the moriyamas n stuff

He NEVER misses a match of the ravens/foxes tho

Which leads to him seeing the frankly sickening interview of Kevin and riko

Neil is like yo Stuart let me start smth

Stuart is like Neil the only reason you’d go back to the states right now is if you did smth that you could hide and you can’t do that for shit

So Neil is like yk what I’m gonna find a way bc I’m not letting this kid go through this (Andrews quite into this idea when it’s shared)

So he says yo. Stuart. Uncle. Sir. Let me open a bakery or something in the states

Stuart is like no you fucking idiot

And Neil is like but c o n s i d e r

You can get info or smth

Just have another business in the states yk

AND I’d get out of your hair

And Stuart is like hm okay but you’ve gotta live in a complex I choose for you

And Neil is all only if I can choose where it’s gonna be

It’s a deal

He (very obviously) chooses a place near palmetto

Stuart is tired but is like he’ll be under protection n shit so I guess??? And he’s not stupid enough to start something right. Right.

Wrong.

Anyways.

It’s a bakery that starts out kinda slow

But Neil finds he likes baking and Stuart pays for his nephew to have some sort of normal life so it doesn’t matter too much

Renee starts to frequent it

At first it’s to pick up sweets for Andrew

But eventually she starts bringing Allison on dates there bc they have a cute little seating area (figure where Seth fits in? I think he’ll survive?)

Uhhh what’s a timeline

I think this’ll be around the winter holidays (Jewish neil? Look into it)

So thanksgiving will have happened . I think Andrew agreed to go Not bc he particularly wanted to but bc he cares for Nicky and knows he’ll probably go anyways

Yeah so thanksgiving. h

Andrew JUST got off his drugs and he’s so damn protective of his own that he hardly even leaves their sides

Edens is a def no for em

Meanwhile Neil is tentative friends w Renee who has brought all the upperclassmen there a few times

Allison bullies him for his clothing but it’s okay he deserves it

Renee is sweet and stops em from doing anything too drastic which Neil appreciates

Matt,, my baby,, he’s so happy he just asks Neil about random stuff

Dan is sweet too!!

Seth kinda hates him but Neil hasn’t paid enough attention to return the favor

One day close to the winter banquet the upperclassmen are like yeah Neil we’re gonna go to this thing and it should be really fun!! Oh you know what? Our teammate Nicky needs a date and his cousin doesn’t really like anyone from his class and he’s super fucking crazy abt it so if that doesn’t deter you then you should totally join !

Neil is like oh chance to fuck up Riko? Absolutely I’ll go

ALLISON DRESSES HIM

HE LOOKS SO GOOD

when he and Allison emerge from the girls room Aaron is like Who is that

And Allison is “oh nickys date (:”

Andrew gets twitchy and holds a knife to her throat

Renee is like Andrew I stg get away from my gf and Seth is like manic pixie nightmare fuel I’m gonna beat the shit outta you

And Neil is just like same shit every day I guess

And he’s like so you’re Nicky then? COMPLETELY IGNORING YK. ALL THAT

Andrew is like “he is. Don’t touch him”

And Neil straight up says I don’t think you get to set boundaries for people, actually

And Neil has no idea what the effect is of that on Andrew but it’s enough to make him glare

Which is terrifying to everyone but Neil bc again. Dumbass

Anyways Neil very purposely hooks his arm through nickys and they head off to the bus

Dunno what happens there but I’ll figure it out

RIKOOO ROASTTT **AIRHORNNNNSSS**

It’s glorious

Kevin and riko are like who the FUCK are you

And Neil is all wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

They relocate and they’re all like . Ah. That’s why you and Renee get along

It’s kinda funny ngl

Andrew doesn’t think so but fuck him

I think that they head back to the bus when this shit I’d over and wymack is like excuse me what the fuck

And Aaron in german is like thank god he never joined the team bc I could not handle more of that

And Neil in German is like would you believe me I’d I told you I was almost signed

And Andrew is like I fucking Knew it I hate it here

N e ways things go back to normal for the most part

The upperclassmen still show up

Seth has a bit of grudging respect for him

It’s later that all the foxes are getting drunk from a lose that Renee calls him and is like Neil please can I usher them inside for a bit I think they need a place to chill so we don’t get yelled at for being too loud in the dorms

And Neil is like uhh sure why not

It turns out it was not just the upperclassmen

He gives them all water bottles and whatever and lets them lounge around

Gives em some food which they pay for w the coachs card

Uhhh idk time passes and some of the foxes pass out so neil is like y’all can chill in the break room? They have couches

He stays out there bc the bakery is still open

Andrew comes out like hey fuck you but also can I get more of those pastries

Idk I want them to be in love already

Uhh yeah I think they don’t say anything until

“what happened to your face”

“A truth for a truth?”

“If you must insist”

“Fine, my father tried to kill me”

Andrew raises his eyebrow but neils like bitch you said a truth for a truth it’s your turn now

Neil asks him why he wears arm bands

We get the whole knives and scars

They’re quiet again

I don’t know man let them be in love

Uhhh okay

I think Andrew will tell neil like

“[code]”

“Huh”

“That’s the code for the court, Kevin practices at night.”

Neil is like how would you know I’d enjoy playing exy? And andrew is like dipshit that’s how we met

I’m running out of ideas oh no

Maybe they play a couple of night game things

Exchange a few more truths

OHHH OKAY COOL SO THEN NEIL CAN GO TO EDENS W THEM THE WHOLE “DOESNT MEAN I WOULDNT BLOW YOU” THING CAN STILL HAPPEN

sick okay! They start dating but since Baltimore happened earlier they never actually come out to the rest of the team

I like to think when they play against the ravens again neils like haha babe you can have as many sweets as you want if you shut down the goal

Also Neil says it’s hot which is like a big thing to persuade Andrew but shhhhh

Yeah the foxes win they celebrate by getting drunk and they all show up at neils like hello again (:

Same thing happens but this time andrew and Neil are together and basically are doing nothing but making out

At least the store is closed

Nicky comes out and just YELLS

YALLLLLL COME LOOK @ THIS SHIT

Allison wins SO much money

Yeah idk how to end this but happily ever after :3

If you want me to turn this into a fic I will!

#aftg #andrew minyard #all for the game #neil josten #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick #renee walker #idk i thought it was cute #i do really love this idea! #matt boyd #dan wilds #allison reynolds #seth gordon #if you know me irl do not interact #i cant handle the embarrassment #embarassment*

[youremyonlyhope]

Eve of the Daleks

I literally only just found out like 3 days ago that the episode was airing at 2pm and that 8pm would be the encore. So yay! Watching the show as it airs with the Brits for once!

Also, I love how it seems that Daleks never want to show up unless it’s New Year’s Day. For Thirteen’s whole run, the Daleks are like “No, let the Doctor be. It’s not New Year’s Eve yet... Ok NOW we attack”

Rewatching the last half of the Vanquishers and I forgot how much I adore Azure’s coat. I really need to make it.

Whoever this Jeff guy is, he sucks. Nick seems like a sweetheart Sarah looks familiar. And I don’t know why... Aww the goggles are back! Is the TARDIS going to redesign when it resets? Yaz is excited to run, and Dan’s so tired of it all already.

My wifi sucks, so wish me luck in this running without buffering. The quality’s gone pixely so that’s a great sign.

NO NICK! How many times does the Doctor have to come upon a dead body in their lifetime? “What’s a Dalek?” Oh poor sweet Dan. “Daleks learn” Doctor, I don’t know why you’re shocked. I was about to ask if we’ve had an episode where the Doctor died right away, then I remembered Turn Left, and the Astronaut, and of course Heaven Sent. Well at least they’ve all noticed the deja vu time loop right away. Wait. Did the Doctor know there was a second person in the building? Did she meet Sarah? Did I miss her discovering her body too? Why is it firing multiple shots rather than just one? I was scared this mom would have to hear her daughter die for a moment. Sarah, why run towards the Dalek... I mean I like the ambition but that’s not gonna work out. “Time Loop” “Time Loop” “Groundhog Day” awwwww. “We both came to find each other!” “Yeah... that was it.” Sarah come on. I love that Nick is more confused about inspectors coming on a holiday than the Dalek. Nick shhhhh. You’re digging herself into a hole. Don’t. ”Bit harsh.” Yeah... OK yeah Sarah you’re taking out some frustration now. Yes Nick has some abnormal habits, and it was borderline creepy for a moment there, but no need to go this hard. Oh god. Nick no. Yeah that door was never going to hold. I wonder if the Dalek heard all that.

I gotta google and figure out why I know Sarah’s actress. Ok as far as I know, I’ve never seen anything she’s in. But she did Task Master so that was probably it, I probably saw clips of her episodes on YouTube at some point.

DAN NO SWEETHEART NO. NO. Well I’m glad she came clean and apologized. Ew Jeff lives here? Nick feels familiar now too. Hmm. Why does Nick always die first? Besides this time when Dan died first. “Which particular actions?” Yeah you gotta be more specific. Yaz looking at Doctor when Sarah’s talking about good-hearted weirdos being keepers... amazing. Oh god. Nick doesn’t survive past five-to. I was right to notice it. Ughhh someone go get him please.

I googled Nick’s actor and I haven’t seen anything he’s in either, but he’s in a show called Dreaming Whilst Black, so I might have to check that out.

YES NICK!!!!!!!! WHY DID NO ONE DO THAT BEFORE?!?!!?!? Good plan. But did they say who should go upstairs and who should go to the basement? Well Sarah just died so you got restart again anyway. DAN ARE YOU MAKING THIS CANON?? IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING? SO THASMIN IS NOT A DELUSION?? Duck! They should have pulled a Nick and DUCKED! But I guess since the Dalek’s didn’t scream Exterminate that they didn’t get the warning it was happening.

BUT OH. MY GOD. I really wasn’t sure that Doctor Who would go there. They barely let Clara go beyond like implications of “There was one other man, but he was impossible” and “If you love me in anyway you’ll come back.” But they’re doing it! At least, they’re making it explicit from Yaz’s side. Oh my god. It’s happening. Where’s that Office gif...

(Also seriously, if anyone can point me towards any adorable fics of Yaz and Dan and Jericho traveling the world in the 1910s I will love you forever. I wanna see that bromance in action.)

Oh Doctor, love, no. Don’t yell at Yaz. “She likes you.” DAN OH MY GOD. DAN YOU JUST CAN’T SAY THAT. YOU... NO. “For some reason, you pretend to her, and to me, that you don’t.” Dan you’re really reading everyone like a book this episode. Good for Nick moving on. Nice, decoy. Seriously, the Doctor should wear a watch. Why does the Doctor never really wear watches? I want them to. Next Doctor, I want a watch in the design. And I’d love for it to be set to a completely weird time zone. Or like 20 time zones. Do it. Or you know, just let me design the next outfit. Very reminiscent of Martha’s 42 call to her mom. “Ex. Terminated!” That’s so cute.

Honestly I’m still sort of reeling from the Yaz thing and Dan being like one of your annoying middle school friends going up to your crush and telling them you like them. But a much more sincere version.

It’s all on you now, mom. OOF. That is... quite a demolition. WHERE’S THE TARDIS. Yeah Doctor. Feel some guilt about Yaz. Feeellll ittttt. Hey isn’t that the guy from the first episode? The Woman Who Fell To the Earth? He was scared of heights? I’m not crazy, that’s him right? Ok no redesign yet. “I don’t remember.” Doctor stop LYING. “She already thinks I’m crazy for traveling with a man I just met” Aww. Moms are always suspicious. “I feel like it was more of a meet-cute” Ok I can get behind the ship I think.

Someone under the SFX credits was named Rory Williams. I’m SURE I didn’t imagine that but then again it did get pixelly at that part.

OH THAT’S CRUEL. THEY’RE PLAYING TWICE UPON A TIME NOW. SO RUDE. Ugh. I gotta watch it. I missed all the Twelve episodes earlier in the marathon. I gotta watch this.

Anyway. I’ll keep proofreading and adding to this as I watch.

That was a fun episode. Still confused that the Doctor knew there were 2 people, but it’s possible I didn’t pay attention to the first few minutes since I was scrolling through some knitting patterns in true Eighth Doctor fashion. 

Oh Twelve. You bring me so much joy. I’m getting distracted by Twice Upon a Time. “You still call it a ship!”

Oh my god. But Yaz actually being in love with the Doctor. Like... not just us wishing it... we’re not delusional... Oh my god... And sweet Dan being the one to figure it out and trying to be a sort of wingman but also to just get the Doctor’s head out of the dirt and see it for herself. Ahhh. Oh my god.

When is the next special? Will anything come of this? I imagine nothing can come of it since both Jodie and Mandip are leaving after the specials finish up. God I hope Yaz doesn’t die like right after admitting her love... I’m gonna be so sad.

Also, Twice Upon the Time using WW1 as a setting just to purely break my heart even more... still not over it. WWI always makes me sad. “World War One. What do you mean, one?” I always softly sadly gasp when I hear that line.

Anyway. That was fun. And I’m back to Doctor Who withdrawal until the next special.

Oh my god the way that Twelve just SPRINTS out the TARDIS when he sees Bill. And hugs her. I can’t handle it. Their friendship was my favorite.

Also I have no clue if that guy was the same one from Thirteen’s first episode. IMDB isn’t helping me right now and I’m too into Twice Upon a Time now to dig any deeper. yay!

#doctor who #hope watches doctor who #ignore me if you want #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers

[kenganparadise]

Dinner and a show

This is a fic I wrote a while back. I wrote it for a friend with a specific kink but never ended up sending it to her. It’s been sitting in my notes collecting dust. I hope someone can get some enjoyment out of it here!

Chrollo  Lucifer x reader

Warnings- public sex/ fingering in public, dirty talk, AFAB reader, female pronouns

 🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

You glared your boyfriend’s hand. It was dangerously close to your groin. His hand has been getting closer and closer the whole time you’ve sat here. Your jaw clenches, you don’t know if you should say something. What was he thinking? You knew he was up to something. Your gaze turns to him. “Have you figured out what you want to order?” He asks sweetly. His eyes pierce into your. “No.” You say dryly. Turning back to the menu in front of you. “Well take your time. I’ve heard it’s all good.” He replies. You’re at the hottest restaurant in Yorknew City. You’ve heard there’s a waiting list months long, and yet your boyfriend managed to get you in. You’re not sure how- well you’ve got an idea how. Now here you are. You look up to gaze at all the people of high society, people are wearing luxurious clothes and jewelry. Politicians, celebrities, millionaires maybe even billionaires surround the two of you. Your table is thankfully tucked back in the corner. You look over your shoulder to the view. The restaurant was on the top floor of a skyscraper. The skyline is breathtaking, thousands of twinkling lights, the city is hustling and bustling with life and energy. You wish you can take in all the details- You gasp suddenly. Your attention is ripped away. Chrollo’s hand his cupping your clothed sex now. You look at him, your cheeks are tinted red. “So beautiful isn’t it. I don’t ever think I could get tired of looking at it.” He says there’s a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. He’s not talking about the city behind you. His fingers rub circles over your clothed sex. Luckily the table cloth gives the two of you privacy from the waist down. He presses down on your clit, you can’t help but huff. “Evening! What can I get started for the two of you.” The young waitress says with a cheery smile. You didn’t even see her come over. “I’ll just take a water.” Chrollo sighs, he’s so nonchalant. “U-Um I’ll have a glass of wine.” You stutter, you feel Chrollo’s eyes bore into you. You pick out a random brand of red wine on the menu. The waitress walks away briskly to get your drink orders. You shiver as Chollo undoes your pants. His chin is in the palm of his hand as he watches your expression. He gently begins sliding his hand inside. “Chrollo-“ “Do you want me to stop?” He cuts you off. His eyes meet yours. “Just say the word.” He says. You press your lips into a thin line. You spread your thighs a little farther for him. “That’s what I thought.” He whispers, he places a chaste kiss on your temple. His hand cups your sex through your panties. “Already so wet. We’ve barely begun.” He whispers. He begins rubbing tender circles around your clit. His pace gradually quickens. You barely notice it at first. Your mouth is dry. You bite your bottom lip, you try so hard not to make any noise. You swallow a whimper. “Don’t be shy. Just let it out.” Chrollo coos in your ear. You huff out a shaky moan. “Alright here’s that water and your wine Ma’am!” The waitress returns with your order. The drinks clink on the table. Chrollo doesn’t relent. “I think I’ll have-“ you didn’t catch the rest of what he said- you hiss as his fingers prod your entrance through your panties. He’s rubbing your wet sex roughly. “Ma’am.... Um ma’am?” Your head snaps up to the waitress. “Oh uh yes?!” You stamper and blush. “Your order?” She says, pen waiting on her notepad. Your eyes shoot down to your menu. “Um I guess I’ll have-Guh!” You choke. Chrollo has pushed your panties to the side and shoved two fingers inside you. “I’ll- uh- I’ll have this! Whatever this is!” You point to a random place on the menu. You just want her to go away. She jots whatever it is down. “Okay! I’ll go put your order in, it should be out shortly!” She says, turning on her heel. Chrollo’s fingers push deep within you. You choke out a moan. You shoot a glare towards him. “Excellent choice. I’ve heard it’s delicious.” He teases. You jam an elbow into his side and he chuckles. His thumb circles over your swollen clit. You moan under your breath. You grab your glass of wine and take a sip- though you almost choke. His fingers plunge in and out of you now. You gulp down your wine and shutter. Your hand finds its way to his thigh. You squeeze him. You want to warn him. Your legs begin shaking, your breath becomes uneven. “Just let it out, don’t worry.” He whispers sweetly. You growl at him. His pace quicken. “Won’t you cum for me?” He begs. You squeeze his thigh. You shutter when he adds a third finger. You huff. Your hand grasps his clothed erection. His gaze darkens. “Careful. I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you in front of this entire restaurant.” He threatens. You shutter at the thought alone. You know he’d do it, then he’d send the spiders on a massacre. You return your hand to your lap. “Good choice.” He purrs. His hand continues working your core and your clit at the same time. A knot tightens in your stomach. You let out a shaky whimper. You’re so close. “Chrollo!” You whine quietly. “Cum for me.” He orders. “And here your are!” The waitress says. “Oh wonderful. That was quick.” Chollo says, pulling his hand away. You’re frozen, the knot in your pelvis unravels. You grind your teeth, shooting a glare at Chrollo. He winks. He knows exactly what he’s done. The waitress places your plates in front of you. You look at whatever you’ve ordered, it looks pretty good actually. Looks like you’ve got a little luck on your side tonight. Once the waitress walks away Chrollo picks up his fork. His other hand returns to your dripping heat. He begins a brutal pace. Your toes curl. Your hands are shaking as you pick up your fork. You puff. You bite your lips and try not to whine too loudly. Your legs are shaking again. You try to take a bite of your food. But your hands can’t seem to function. “It’ll get cold.” Chrollo teases, taking a bite of his own meal. You shoot a glare at him. Finally you shove a bite in your mouth and try not to choke. His thumb quickens over your clit. Your back arches. You swallow, not even getting a taste. You try to stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. Dammit you hope no ones looking. The knot in your pelvis tightens. You mouth hangs open. You drop your fork. It clatters on your plate. “Sweetheart, why don’t you cum for me?” Chrollo begs in your ear. The knot explodes in your tummy. You hide your face in your hands, biting your hand to stifle your cry as you cum. Your legs shake and your toes curl. Chrollo helps you ride out your high. You come down slowly but Chrollo doesn’t stop. You whine a little louder now. “C-Chr-llo” you cry. His his pace is steady. Fingers plunging in and out making a sickly wet sound. His thumb still rubbing circles around your clit. You groan through clenched teeth. It’s too much. It’s way too much. He’s overstimulating you way too much! Your hand clenches his thigh again. You drive your nails into him. “Chrollo!” You grunt. Tears prick your eyes. He shushes you. He kisses your tears as they fall. Good god you hope someone isn’t looking. The two of you probably look hella shady. But right now you forget that you’re even in a restaurant. You exhale shakily as you curl into his chest. He places a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly. “Cum again for me, sweetheart.” He purrs. You sob. You squeeze your eyes shut. The knot tightens in your tummy again. “Shhhhh. Don’t worry, just cum.” He whispers. The knot snaps and your whole body shakes. Your mouth hangs open and you moan out loud. Your thighs slam shut around his wrist. His fingers help you ride out your second orgasm. “Good girl.” He breathes. You shake and mewl. Finally he removes his wet fingers from your aching, sopping cunt. He puts his fingers to his lips, he tastes you. You collect yourself, catching your breath. You redo your pants hastily. Then you grab your wine glass, downing it. Just in time, the waitress returns to your table. “Just thought I’d check in on you two! Can I get the two of you anything else before I bring over your check?” She asks innocently. “No-“ “I think we’ll have dessert.” Chrollo cuts you off again. The waitress nods and runs off to fetch a menu. Chrollo looks at you with a smile and a gleam in his eyes. You gulp, unknowing of what he has planed next.

#chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #hxh chrollo #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #nasty

[tirednotflirting]

okay! another one! from @clumsyclifford and this one is the opening lines game! rules below:

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!

i’m just gonna start at the top of my posted works on ao3 and go down ig?

god really exposing myself here bc so many of my opening lines sound basically the same i am SCREAMING why am i like this

home is wherever you are tonight

Some nights Calum misses the stars.

i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day

Alex isn’t big on resolutions.

all I need is your heartbeat beating (next to mine)

Calum had always enjoyed the little things in life.

found a space and time in the holocene

Alex is the last one back on the bus after the show.

i could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle

(this one starts with like, a theme thing + a timestamp so technically not the first line but shhhhh)

Alex loves his kitchen.

happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time

Alex is a planner. 

turn it on in a new kind of bright (it’s solar)

The light breeze blowing through the late afternoon air carries the scent of honeysuckle and the sun shining down on Los Angeles is warm but not hot and Luke is smiling.

show’s over, the same old story now

He’s never given Alex a key.

Remind me how it used to be

((alright so i am like 99% certain @reveriesofawriter actually wrote this opening line but still!!!!))

Jack pulls his door open expecting it to be Zack or Rian, but instead he’s face to face with someone who might as well be a ghost.

darling, you’re the one i want

Jack didn’t know love could feel like this.

to open my eyes in the right way

Rian is on his second cup of coffee, the steam rising from the mug against his cheeks a sharp contrast to the cold, mountain air, when he feels a pair of arms wrap around his middle.

I can picture it after all these days

((okay also wrote this fic with @reveriesofawriter but this opening line was me i’m pretty sure lol)

Jack isn’t sure what time it is.

a sunday kind of love

Jack has learned a lot of different things in his 32 years of living. 

just take it easy (hold onto this feeling)

Luke had really grown to love the quiet.

when you’re next to me and the music’s loud

Watching Alex watch a show is probably Jack’s favorite view in the world.

you're the one to help me get to sleep // maybe i fell in love when you woke me up

The sun is just beginning to set over LA and Alex is in love.

i want your midnights

“Any idea how we’re supposed to get down from here though?”

so alone in love like the world had disappeared

It’s moments like this that make Jack want to be a better songwriter.

but it’s clear when it hits me

It’s close to 3 AM when the four of them spill out of an Uber.

you’re a sky full of stars

Alex’s flight is delayed.

lol kind of a boring last one dsjfkls. and uhhhh yeah i can see a pattern and it’s called i have a Formula when it comes to writing apparently bc all but like five of these are the same like. Vibe. of a sentence lol. i bolded my favorite one and i think it’s a very Me kinda line. just very flowery lol. thnks for reading this if you did hehe

#lol this was kinda fun to see !