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Hazbin gals reacting to their s/o saying "I love you" for the first time? (totally not self-indulgent, not at all)

Hell Yeah, indulge baby!!! I love me some sapphic hazbin fluff. The only ‘gals’ I write for are Charlie, Vaggie and Velvette. I hope that’s cool 🙂 👍🏼 if anyone wants part two with other characters… *cough* Lucifer *cough* let me know 😙 ENJOY ANON~

TW: swearing, Vaggie in lingerie, Velvette gets a little assertive 😉 mostly fluff tho

Hazbin Gals- First ‘I Love You’s 💘

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Sitting on one of the couches in the lobby of the hotel, you watch with a content smile as your girlfriend paces back and forth, rambling on about her plans to save sinners and her mixed feelings about having a meeting with heaven. Charlie takes a few steps and pivots around before taking a few steps the other way, her fingers nervously fiddling with each other all the while her smile never fading.

“I’m just…I’m feeling so…AH! Ya know?” She finally scurries over to you and plops down on the couch, resting her hand on your knee. “Well I’m very proud of you, babe.” You respond with a smile but your eyes are fixed on her hand on your leg right now. As she continues her ranting, her words start to sound more like a song, the actual words not computing in your brain any longer. It’s just her pretty voice accompanied by her gentle touch. As if you couldn’t lose focus anymore, her hand shifts a bit, further up your thigh.

Her words stop abruptly, the silence causing you to look up at her. Her smile shrunk just a bit as she watched you, tilting her head to the side, her long hair swaying as it followed her movements. “What’s up, babe? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“I-I uh…I love you.” It tumbles from your lips before you can stop it, before your brain can even register that you are speaking right now. The damage is done. All you can do now is stare at the gorgeous blonde in front of you with wide, expectant eyes and a worried, tight-lined frown on your lips.

Her face was…hard to read. Which is strange because the princess was usually so loud and dramatic and over exaggerated and so animated with her facial expressions. But this expression was one you’d never seen before. Her mouth was hanging open slightly, revealing her pearly white fangs. Her light yellow eyes were wider than you’ve ever seen them and the apples of her cheeks were nearly glowing red.

“Charlie? You…okay?” And like a switch being flipped, her expression changes completely. Now, her eyes are squinted up tight due to her huge, giddy grin. She’s holding her hands together tightly, slightly bouncing in her spot in front of you, soft giggles starting to sound from her.

“AWWWWW (Y/N)~” Charlie drags out saying your name, diverting her gaze elsewhere then bitting her lip shortly after. “I love you too. WOW!!! It feels so good to say that out loud and know you feel the same.” Her pale hands reach out for yours, squeezing your hands slightly as she looks into your eyes. “I love you.” She repeats at a much lower volume, making sure the words really sink in. Then she yanks you forward, wrapping you in a tight hug as soft giggles and dreamy sighs leave both your lips.

You’re not sure when she started crying because her body was once shaking from happy laughter and now, her body shakes as a soft gasp sounds from her, sniffling following shortly after. You pull away quickly to see her still sporting a big, goofy smile but with tears running down her cheeks. “You-you really l-l-love me…? AWW WWHAAAAA.”

Good job. You’ve reduced the princess of hell to a puddle of happy tears right in your lap. What else did you expect from the drama queen herself? Get ready for an all night cuddle session, complete with on and off kissing and crying.

Vaggie ⚔️

“Hey, hun. Good morning…” Vaggie mumbled softly to you as she groggily strolled towards you. This was a daily occurrence, a normal start to your morning- both of you getting ready in your own rooms then meeting in the lobby to say ‘good morning’ and then continue your day together. You had been dating for a good minute now but still haven’t moved into the same room. You decided a small boundary would be good for now until the relationship feels ready to move forward.

Today, a Saturday, you both thought it’d be fun to stay in your pajamas and have a lazy day. There were no solid plans today and you’ve been missing your girl so when you brought it up to her last night, Vaggie was more than happy to spend a lazy day with you. But holy hell…you’re at a loss for words when you realize her pajamas weren’t just pajamas. She had this absolutely gorgeous little white nighty on, a thin silky dress that barely covered her crotch and ass, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. Was she wearing it for this occasion, just to impress you? Or…is this what she always wears to bed?

All your blood rushes to your face within seconds, even your ears were fire red as your eyes stayed stuck to her frame in that night dress. She normally dressed pretty feminine and cute but you never expected her to wear such adorable lingerie to bed. Vaggie seemed to catch on immediately, looking down at herself briefly before looking back at you with down turned lips and furrowed brows. “Too much?”

“Oh shit, I-I’m sorry. No! Just caught me off guard with your…pajamas. You’re just so cute. Shit, sorry, lemme stop talking now.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look away, eyes frantically scanning over her small but toned little body. You felt like such a perv, suddenly looking away and trying to hide your embarrassed and ashamed face in your hands.

Vaggie sympathizes, understanding that you’re flustered but also very into her but also trying not to stare. She steps closer, gently grabbing both your hands in hers. She lifts both your hands up and gently interlaces her fingers between yours. Your clasped hands were sweaty as hell against hers, making her smile grow a little bigger. “I can go change.” She mumbles softly, her eyes scanning your expression, waiting for you to make eye contact with her again.

All you could muster up is a low hum in response as you shake your head ‘no’. “Oh so you like it then?” She steps even closer, her barely clothed body nearly pressed against yours now. You swallow thickly, your lip quivering ever so slightly as you inhale, scrambling to find the words to reply to her.

“Oh y-yeah, I love it actually! I love you.” Your hand comes to your mouth as if trying to shove those last three words back in. You can’t help but stutter your way through a second response, but Vaggie throws her own reply in as well. “You do?” Vaggie is nearly whispering now, watching as you panic. “Fuck! No, that’s not what I meant. I mean-Well, wait…I-I…” She can tell you’re malfunctioning and probably very close to imploding in on yourself as you decide what is the right thing to say next. You shake your head vigorously, waving your hands in the air as if trying to clear your foggy brain. When you finally take a breath and look back to her face, Vaggie is smiling sweetly, looking as though she might just melt straight down into the carpet below you.

“Oh, (Y/N/N)~ I love you too.” She closes in on you fully, her arms quickly finding themselves comfy around your neck, her blushy face just inches from yours now. “Hmm…you think it’s too much for everyone else to see?” She has a smug smile on her face now. She was trying to tease you at this point, seeing just how far she could take this before you’re collapsing into her arms.

“Are you suggesting we go some where more private?” You try to flirt back but your voice cracks and you can’t maintain eye contact for longer than a second or two. Your attempt at flirting yanks a loud laugh from her, making her throw her head back momentarily before she pulls back and grabs your hand. She begins leading you towards her room, replaying your voice in her head over and over as you said ‘I love you’. She’s gonna ask you to say it again once you’re in private.

And you just can’t stop glancing down at her barely covered ass and her fully exposed legs in that cute nighty as you follow behind her. I mean who can blame you?

Velvette 💀

Your girl is going off right now, having just gotten into some stupid fight with Valentino. You’re so super sure he’s the most toxic being you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting and it irked you even more that he was her business partner, her roommate. This is a regular occurrence- Val barging into Velvette’s studio drunk as hell, yelling and smoking the whole room up. And every time, Velvette gets pissed and instantly starts spewing rude names and swear words at him. It’s honestly pretty frightening to have to sit back and watch, eyes darting back and forth between them as you cower in your seat, knowing that if you even try to intervene you might end up double dead.

But now, Val has been gone and out of sight for at least ten minutes now but Velvette is still completely irate. She’s now sitting beside you on a couch, just the two of you taking up space in the studio. You watch as she rants and rambles, her expression full of rage, her voice booming with a slight growl to it. You weren’t sure how to talk her down from this one, you don’t think you’ve ever seen her so…stressed.

You decide maybe a gentle touch would help pull her attention to you so you can further try to calm her and get her mind off Val. As your hand slips into hers, she holds it firmly but continues to vent, telling you all about her feelings. “Like what a fucking dickhead! Ugh! I don’t storm into his studio and interrupt his fuck fest.” Your other hand moves to join the one that’s already holding Velvette, gently rubbing up and down her arm. “Yeah, Im sorry, V. He’s the worst…”

Still, Velvette is talking at a rapid pace but her voice has become much softer, her face seeming to relax a bit as her eyes move to focus on the gentle hand on her arm. “Is there…anything I can do to calm you?” You try to interject, hoping to stop her train of thought from going crazy and derailing. “No, darling. No. It’s alright. I’m sorry you have to see me get so nasty and ugly like this. I just can’t control my temper sometimes. Oh, I’m so ashamed.” She turns her face away from you- this is a side of Velvette you’ve never seen before. She gets mad often, she does have a fiery temper and you’ve seen that well enough by now but you both know she’s never been this pent up and pissed off. The more she calms down, the more insecure she becomes…a side of Velvette no one has ever seen.

“Oh, no! Don’t apologize. I know you’re not yelling at me, you’re more…yelling to me. It’s good to vent, to get it all out. Don’t worry, babe. I love you-“ and her head turns so fast, you’re concerned about her neck for a second. It’s almost like she processed your words before you did. “Did…you just say you love me?” She leans back, not to get away from you but to get a better look at your face right now.

And now you’re burning up, feeling sweat start to form under your arms and on your forehead. Oh and your hands? Yeah, They’ve been sweaty! “Uh no, no…I uh…” You can’t even come up with an excuse or any kind of comeback before Velvette is on the move, slowly crawling over you with a devious smirk on her thin lips…excruciatingly slow…

“Nah ah ah. Don’t lie to me, darling.” She continues her pursue on you, pushing you back into the couch as she towers over you now, her hands on your wrists as she pins them back against the cushions. “Say it again.” With her so close to you, fully on top of you now, it’s becoming extremely difficult to avoid her gaze or try to escape the situation. “C’mon, I wanna hear it again.” She teases, leaning in to gently tap her nose on yours. Your breath catches in your chest, your stomach feeling warm and bubbly as you close your eyes, focusing in on her soft breaths wafting across your lips.

“I love you…” You finally get it out again, not daring to open your eyes. You’re pretty sure if you opened your eyes and looked up at Velvette right now, you’d completely erode away from embarrassment right before her eyes, just a pile of dust. Hearing the words again sends a jolt of electricity to Velvette’s brain and all her courage suddenly swells in her gut and she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It’s quick and soft and somehow better than every other kiss you’ve ever shared. Maybe it’s just the heat of the moment.

Finally, she got you to open your eyes again. The shocked look on your face makes her want to go even harder, tease you even more, turn you into a bright red jittery idiot right here right now. “I love you too, my darling little angel baby.” Velvette loves to call you that, she figures she’s more evil you’re more good, you balance each other out, yin and yang. Aaand yep! She was right, calling you cute pet names would break you even further.

Velvette sits back on the couch, cackling, gasping for air, trying her best to keep her eyes open through the tears so she can see your face. She’s not making fun of you…but she’s kinda making fun of you. She’s so very flattered you love her but you get so jumpy and shy when she presses you like that, she can’t help but take advantage sometimes. She adores the hell out if you and often wonders how a soft, gentle, kind heart like yours could truly be in love with a heart like hers.

“I love you more, (Y/N).”

Aaannddd cue the make out sesh

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twsted-kinks · 9 months

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Biology Nerd (Malleus X Yuu/Reader)

>minors and ageless dni<

MC/Reader goes by Yuu and gender neutral and fat (I don't really mention that but this is self indulgent and I'm fat so reader is fat)

Something kinda fluffy for once with a bit of spice and a dash of angst

Content Warning: cultural and biological differences, Yuu not knowing about cultural differences and doing romantic and sexual things with others, Malleus letting Yuu touch him inappropriately but Yuu doesn't understand that touching him like that is very intimate and/or sexual for fae/dragons, Malleus being absolutely smitten, some slight Malleus angst about him being lonely, Grim being scared, dragon cuddles

(I'm probably gonna write more spec biology stuff with twst but idk)

Yuu will be the first to say that suddenly being ripped from your home and put into a completely different world where everything you know no longer exists or applies to reality fucking sucks. But, Yuu will also admit that they love having a whole new world to learn about. Learning the basics of a whole knew evolutionary and sociological history with multiple sapient species that are both human and non human while having access to a full college library? Sign them the FUCK up! Crowley was thankful for Yuu's enthusiasm. Simply allowing full access to the library appeased them. Grim did not have fun at first, but having a human look at him in awe helped. Yuu was so curious about his ability to speak and his connection to fire magic. They would not stop asking him so many questions!

Yuu went around learning with wide eyes like a toddler. They at least knew not to just randomly touch people and that it's inappropriate to ask in the first place, but still, they would not stop staring. Leona, Ruggie, and Jack can constantly feel Yuu's eyes on their ears and tails. Leona gets annoyed and snaps at Yuu usually while Ruggie will let Yuu touch then in exchange for either money or food. Jack doesn't comment on it while Yuu does nothing to try to touch him, and Jack is happy to keep it that way.

Floyd and Jade find Yuu's reactions to them to be greatly entertaining. During their first interaction, all of Yuu's friends immediately ran, but Yuu stayed, just staring up at the twins.

"I like y'all's teeth." And with a few simple words, the tweels were glued to Yuu. Yuu is always excited to see their mer form, but will gladly settle on hanging out with the tweels when they got legs. Yuu also enjoys being on teeth cleaning duty. They get to look at cool sharp teeth and a second jaw. They also get free food from the twins, and all they got to do is clean some teeth? Hell yeah! Azul could inform Yuu about what Floyd and Jade opening their mouths means for eel mer culture, but this little arrangement keeps the two out of trouble. Plus, Azul is afraid Yuu will go on a question asking tangent and will ask about Azul's mer form, and he does not want to deal with that.

The species and cultures Yuu knows the least about is the fae. Yuu honestly didn't even notice that fae were a thing until Ace pointed out the ppinty ears, and Yuu just went :o "Holy shit" :D "That's so cool!" Then there was Yuu's first time meeting Malleus. Should Yuu be more concerned about a stranger just wandering around outside their dorm? Yes, but he has HORNS! The first words spoken between the dragon fae and little magicless human were:

"Wow, your horns are pretty."

Malleus was taken aback by this human, just talking to him casually, complimenting his horns, and smiling at him with so much wonder. Even though Malleus never gave his name, his friendship with the human grew fast. Yuu came up with a multitude of names for Malleus, having a new one each time they met. Horton, Sir Hornington, Goth Babe, Briar Boy, Fae Bae, and more, but a few reoccurring ones Malleus adores. Malmal is the most recent iteration of his name that has stuck around the longest. But,, whenever Malleus visits Yuu upset, Yuu always calls him sweetie and tries to comfort him. It's gotten to a point that the Yuu always keeps a tub of ice cream in their freezer specifically for when Malleus is upset.

Malleus always knew Yuu had an interest in the different cultures and species of the Twisted Wonderland, but he didn't understand just how fascinated you were until the time for Halloween came and Yuu saw Malleus's tail for the first time. Malleus remembers it clearly. Yuu stopped a couple feet away from him, gasped, and then screamed "CHONKY TAIL!!!" The human immediately went behind Malleus, started admiring his tail, and asked so many questions. One of them being if they can touch it, and he let you, much to the dismay of Sebek who was trying to get Yuu to be more respectful. Lilia was the only one to pick up on the blush on Malleus's ears. Yuu did mistake Malleus's tail as a part of the costume, not realising it was actually a part of him at first, and apologized, but Malleus assured you it was alright and that the can keep touching his tail. He didn't mind at all.

Now, Malleus almost abuses the admiration Yuu has for his tail. Lilia, Sebek, and Silver absolutely notice his tendency to approach them and, if they were focusing on something that isn't him, Malleus will fwip out his tail and Yuu would become entranced. Yuu just adores Malleus's tail and, whenever given the chance, will touch it, pet it, even just hold it. Malleus finds it endearing and adorable.

And well, Yuu already has permission to touch his tail, why not ask Malleus if they can learn more about his anatomy? Yuu asks to touch Malleus's horns one day. Yuu’s already stepped over the line with touching his tail, so why not let Yuu touch his horns? Malleus has now turned into Yuu's personal lapcat much to Grim’s dismay. Malleus has gifted the human with a kit for horn cleaning and visits Ramshackle regularly so he can rest his head in Yuu’s lap and have them clean his horns. Yuu is pretty sure Malleus dirties his horns on purpose just so they wil clean them, but they don't mind.

One day though, during the weekend, Yuu invites Malleus over for a full-blown sleepover. Malleus is ecstatic and quickly informs his entourage. Sebek is fully against it while Lilia and Silver think this wil be good for Malleus, though Silver wants the three of them to tag along as well. It takes some convincing, but Lilia convinces the other to let Malleus have his alone time with the child of man. Malleus packs his essentials and teleports to Ramshackle to find the prefect and Grim gathering pillows and blankets, getting materials ready to build a pillow fort.

Malleus has an absolute blast. Such simple games and activities he’s never experienced before, Malleus enjoys it all. Everything is going smoothly, Malleus is relaxing, face cuddled into Yuu’s chest. A moving picture plays on the human’s little screen device while Grim snores as he sleeps on a pillow twice his size. Yuu is petting Malleus's hair, running their fingers through it when they pause at his bangs. They shift the hair covering his forehead and gasps.

“You got scales there?” Yuu says in astonishment as they study the black scales on Malleus's forehead.

“Hm? Have you not seen them before now?” Malleus asks.

“I guess I haven't.” Yuu runs their fingers across the scales. “They're pretty. I'm surprised you don't have more scattered around.”

“Oh, I do, but I find others are less intimidated when they're hidden. My clothing preferences hide a majority, but I also utilize magic to hide some of the more obvious ones.”

“But they're so pretty!” Yuu whines but then backpedals. “I mean- If you feel more comfortable hiding them then go ahead, but I bet they're very pretty.”

“Glamor is common among the fae. Changing my skin takes little effort and is of little consequence.”

“You mean your makeup?”

“It is similar to that, yes.”

“Huh, well it's your face.” Yuu shrugs. “You can do want you want, but I bet you look cute with your scales out.”

And with that, the fae leans up and parts of his face shift, revealing small scales around his outer eyes, below and behind his ears, and along the back and sides of his neck. Yuu stares at Malleus, making the fae worry for a moment, until, suddenly, the human’s hands are on Malleus's cheeks.

“Holy shit!” Yuu squees as they look over Malleus's face. “How the fuck did you make yourself prettier!”

The dragon fae’s eyes are wide for a moment, the tips of his ears a light pink, and then he chuckles. “You are truly unique, child of man.”

“Me?” Yuu laughs. “You're the one with scales here! Just- look at how the light refracts off of them! They look black, but then the light bounces off and parts of them look purple!”

“Oh?” Malleus has never noticed that before.

“You even got little ones here too!” One of Yuu’s hands moves to Malleus's ear, fingers tracing the shell.

Malleus freezes then gulps. Yuu’s fingers run up the edge of his ear, pauses at the top, then runs back down to his lobe. Malleus buries his face back into Yuu’s chest. The tips of Malleus's ears burn red, he hopes Yuu doesn't notice.

“Ah, shit.” Yuu pulls their hand away. “Do you have sensitive ears? I should've asked.”

“It’s alright.” Malleus pulls away slightly and murmurs. “It felt nice. I do not mind you touching my ears.”

“You sure?”

“I would like for you to continue.” Malleus says with a thump coming after when his tail hits the floor.

“What? Want me to massage your ears and tail?” Yuu asks with a chuckle. “Need me to get your back too?”

“Yes, that should be adequate.”

Yuu laughs, brings both of their hands to Malleus's ears, and begins to rub them. Malleus lets out a deep sigh as he practically melts under the human’s touch. Yuu continues rubbing the dragon falls ears and and coos "If you want me to get your back, you're gonna need to move."

"No." Malleus hums into Yuu's chest. "Ears now. Focus on my ears."

"Alright, alright." Yuu chuckles. What Yuu doesn't know is just how intimate this is for fae. Touching a fae's ears is considered a very intimate activity done between mates because their ears are a major erogenous zone. At this point, Malleus isn't sure about his relationship with Yuu, but Yuu touching his ears feels right to him. The fae's eyes dilate as his breathing becomes heavier the more Yuu touches his ears. The end of Malleus's tails lightly thumps onto the floor again and again.

"I don't get it." Yuu moves one of their hands into Malleus's hair and runs their fingers down to feel the scales on his neck. "I don't get how people can be so scared of you when you're basically an oversized puppy but reptilian."

A deep vibration grumbles from Malleus's chest and he lifts himself up, facing Yuu. The whites of his eyes have turned a glowing green and more scales have appeared encasing most of his neck and shoulders. The thin tips of a forked tongue poke out from and slip back into his mouth.

Yuu cups both of Malleus's cheeks in their hands and smiles. "Just a big adorable boy."

The sound of ripping fabric startles Yuu for a moment as black wings begin to tear their way from the back of Malleus's night shirt and spread open. Yuu looks at them, eyes wide, as they reach out and touch the leathery skin.

"You are truly extraordinary, child of man."

"Says the man who just sprouted wings in front of me."

"But you do not look at me with fear. You do not look at me with an otherworldly reverence. When you look at me you..." Malleus rests his hand over the one against his cheek.

"Malmal." Yuu's face shifts to a look of worry. "You okay? You can talk to me if you want."

Malleus gazes at Yuu. There' so much he wants to say, but he hesitates.

"But-" Yuu adds. "If you don't feel like talking now, we can just keep cuddling, or do you want me to massage your tail? Or maybe your wings?"

Malleus smiles. "I would enjoy that."

~~Meanwhile~~

"Hornton is gonna kill my henchman!" Grim runs on all four into the Diasomnia dorm, screaming at the top of his lungs. He quickly gains the attention of some dorm members including Sebek and Lilia (who drags a sleeping Silver behind him).

"How dare you use such a name for the Young Master!" Sebek is screaming back. Silver finally wakes up from all of the screaming, so him and Lilia get Grim and Sebek to stop screaming and have Grim finally explain why he's there.

"I heard a ripping sound and woke up to see big wings and a pair of glowing eyes on top of my henchman. That prince of yours is going to eat them!"

"Oh?" Lilia coos with a smirk. "I don't think that will be happening, at least not the type you're thinking. Still, I have not had the talk yet with that boy, so maybe we should drop by before we're stuck with a political crisis."

With a quick teleportation spell, all four are just outside the Ramshackle Dorm. The door is slammed open to reveal a dragon (that is way too big to be in the common area) curled up, sleeping like a cat, with a little human laying across his snout and forehead, passed out with a smile on their face.

#twst writings #twst x reader #twst malleus #malleus x reader #malleus x yuu

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multifanhoe99 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 3- Lingerie

This is gonna be self-indulgent as hell and I am not sorry but also I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: non-idol!JB x afab!Reader

Warnings: Pet names (Daddy, Princess, Baby), mentions of panty stealing, mentions of masturbation, oral (fem. receiving), PIV intercourse, creampie (fem. receiving), no condom (be safe out there y'all), spanking, hair pulling

=Please let me know if I missed any.=

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

~18+ MDNI ~

It was not often that you wanted to buy fancy things. Even less often the fancy stuff you happen to buy turns out to be something sexy to wear for your husband. This time you couldn't help it. One day in your boredom you decided to do some online shopping and found a gorgeous lacey emerald green set that you knew would look amazing against your skin tone. Even better it was on sale! One night's bored purchase is another night's fun. Honestly, you had almost completely forgotten you bought it until it came in the mail today. It was a pleasant surprise, a gift from your past self and you couldn't help but be thrilled. Just then you got another idea. You were going to make an event of it. You had the day off to relax anyway why not make it worthwhile. With that determination in mind, you went to take a shower to get ready for what you had planned. After your shower, you applied some light makeup and fixed your hair into neat french braids that finished off as low pigtails. He liked your hair like that for very obvious reasons. Then you put on the new lingerie set you bought. On top of it, you put on the dress you know he loves seeing you in the most. It's a long red sundress with flowers on it and a slit that goes up the middle rather than down the side. Once you were all dolled up and ready you decided to head to the kitchen to fix up his favorite meal and to set the table like they would in a restaurant.

When you were finally done you sent a quick text to your husband, -I have a surprise for you when you get home! I hope you like it I love you. See you soon!- You knew he should be on his way home by now and the notification would come up on the dash screen of his car. A few minutes later you get his reply, - I can't wait! I am almost home. I love you too!- It was exciting waiting in anticipation for him to come home. Not even five minutes later while you were putting the finishing touches on the meal you heard the front door open and close. You went out to greet him, "Hello my love how was work?"

"Ah, you know same old-," he pauses when he finally looks up from taking off his shoes to switch to his house slippers, "Wow, what's the special occasion that my beautiful wife feels the need to make my knees weak."

"There is no special occasion I just felt like pampering my handsome husband because he's been working extra hard lately," you replied moving closer to give him a kiss. He instantly returned the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. Before the kiss could get any more heated you pulled away, "Dinner is ready in the kitchen. I made your favorite."

"Have I ever told you that I love you," he asks following you into the kitchen/dining room.

"Only every single day Jae," you respond with a giggle at his affection. No matter how long you two have been together Im Jaebum gives you butterflies like it's still the very first date. Upon seeing the spread you had laid out on the table he came up to hug you from behind and whispered in your ear, "So you did all of this just because I have been working extra hard? I feel like you are planning something, Princess."

"What I can't just want to do something nice for you," you ask trying not to give your true intentions away.

"Okay, I will believe you for now. Let's eat then," he says giving you one more kiss on the head before going to sit down. You both enjoy your meal together and he helps you clean up. When everything was cleaned and put away you went up to JB and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his hands back on your hips. You lean closer to whisper in his ear again, "There is more to your surprise. Join me in the bedroom will you?"

"See I knew you were up to something," he says with a smile but follows you to the bedroom anyway. You sit him down on the edge of the bed and tell him to close his eyes. Once you are sure he isn't peeking you remove the dress you were wearing and throw it into the hamper in the corner of the room. You let him know that he can open his eyes and when he does you don't fail to notice the way his eyes darken when they look at you. His expression shifts from one of pure admiration to something darker and full of lust. You can hear it in the timber of his voice when he says, "Come here princess let daddy get a closer look at you."

You can't help but do what he asks this was your plan after all and you couldn't be more glad that it worked. As you step closer he places his hands on your thighs. It is gentle at first and then he moves up higher. Wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer so he can see as he moves his hands up to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Then he lands a sharp spank on your left cheek and soothes it by rubbing his hand softly over the spot. "Look at you, baby. You look so good for me all wrapped in lace like this. I will try not to ruin it while I am busy fucking you into oblivion," he growls from his position below you. From that same position, he lifts you up with no issues and tosses you gently onto the bed so that you're lying on your back.

He takes his sweet time kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. He makes his way so slowly to the place you need him most. You can feel how wet you are just from this and he hasn't even properly started yet. You know that he is doing this on purpose and are sure this was his own plan ever since he became suspicious of you planning something. He was moving so slowly and so gently and you knew that he could see how much it affected you from the ever-growing wet patch on your new panties. "Da-daddy please don't tease me anymore I c-can't take it. I need you please," you beg gasping when he nips just a little bit harder at your most sensitive parts.

"That's it, baby beg for me. Beg for me to use this pretty little pussy however I want," he replies finally giving you some type of relief by rubbing a thumb up and down your covered folds. He continued that for a little while longer and then gave in at the sound of your desperate moans. He pulled the panties down your legs and once they were fully off he shoved them into the pocket of his slacks. You already struggled to think and he was only getting started. It only got worse when he finally gave your pussy the attention you wanted him to. He licked a long stripe up your glistening folds humming in satisfaction at your taste.

"What do you think princess should I take my time eating you out until you cum again and again on my face or would you just like me to get you ready enough to take my cock," he asks. It was getting hard to form words. The combination of his tongue and his two fingers that joined shortly after his question was blurring your mind with pleasure. He stops all movement to say, "Come on baby use your words. Already so fucked dumb and I have barely even done anything yet. What do you want you can say it."

"I w- I want to-to-to- wanna get ready for daddy's cock," you say barely able to string the sentence together. Jaebum had a way of doing that to you and you loved it. You loved being able to give yourself over to the pleasure he brought you and he loved it too. Hearing your answer JB dove in like a man starved. After so many years he knew your body like nobody else and he knew exactly what to do to bring you over the edge. His mouth licking your sensitive clit and his middle and ring fingers plunging deep into you. Every time you'd touch yourself when he wasn't around you could never get your fingers to go as deep as his. He brought you ecstasy like nothing else. You could feel yourself getting closer.

"Daddy I am so close please can I cum I really wanna cum on your face please please, please," you begged almost crying.

"Cum baby cum all over my face and then again one more time on my cock after," he said temporarily removing his mouth from your clit and then going right back. When he replaces his mouth you feel yourself let go coming all over his face and fingers. It feels so good but you know you aren't done yet. He wastes no time moving away to remove his own clothes and then flipping you over. He pulls your hips up and once he has the right position he slides right in. He gives you enough time to adjust to him and as soon as he's sure you're okay he sets a fast pace. At first, his hands are on your hips giving your ass harsh slaps every so often that make you yelp and moan at the painful pleasure. Then his hands move to your hair each hand taking one of the pigtails and then pulling back making your back arch and he is able to hit a new deeper angle. He can feel you tightening around him and he knows you're close again which is good because so is he. He leans down into your ear, "That's it, baby just a little more, and then let's cum together yeah?"

He keeps up this pace and it is only a matter of time before you're falling off the edge cumming all over his cock and he follows seconds after. Cum spurting out in thick ropes into you. It takes a moment for you both to calm down but when you finally do he goes to the bathroom to get a warm rag to clean you up. "That was amazing and you should online shop more often if this is what it leads to," he jokes.

"Yeah I will get right on that," you respond with a laugh. He helps you clean up, take your make-up off, and let your hair down. You both fall asleep in each other's arms after exchanging a sincere 'I love you' and you couldn't be happier to end your day with him.

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A/N: HOLY COW!!! I am so sorry for being so late on this one but like I said it was really self-indulgent and I definitely got super carried away. Luckily day 3 is done and day 4 will be out later today so as a bonus for this one being late you technically get two in one day! HOORAY!

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to build a home

pairing: jihoon x gn!reader rating: T (for swearing) wc: 3.7k summary: on the train ride back to meet jihoon's parents in person for the first time, you realize you don't really know what it's like to have a childhood home — at least, not in the sense that most people seem to have. but it's okay, because you've found a home in jihoon instead. warnings: talks about divorce (reader's parents) tags: fluff, this is so sappy guys, kind of emotional hurt/comfort, soonhoon best frienemies (they’re ride or die dw their friendship is just based on mutual teasing lol), vaguely implied asexual reader, a truly excessive amount of handholding, i really made jihoon into a hand-holding fiend and i'm Not Sorry a/n: this might be one of the most self-indulgent things i've ever written since reader's experiences are 100% based off of my own lmao. also i can't believe i wrote almost 4k of them just talking on a train, like??? wow. also also, i listened to sleeping at last's cover of i'm gonna be (500 miles) on repeat while writing so i recommend giving it a listen for the Vibes haha

Jihoon was nervous.

Not in a bad way, of course. But he was taking you back home to stay with his parents for the next four days and they would be meeting you in person for the first time and he was nervous.

Soonyoung, the bastard, could definitely tell and had made it his mission to embarrass the hell out of him until the last possible second.

It was only supposed to be Seungcheol and Minghao dropping the two of you off at the train station, but Soonyoung had physically crammed himself into the backseat between you and Jihoon and refused to let go of either of you until you’d reached the train station. Even then, you had to physically pry him off of Jihoon and promise to tell Jihoon’s parents that Soonyoung loved them and missed them and—

“—make sure to take lots of pictures of all his cringey old anime posters!”

Soonyoung’s insistence is only diminished by the effort he’s exerting not to be forcefully dragged back into the car by a disgruntled Minghao. Jihoon knows Soonyoung’s being even more of a handful for his sake, and Jihoon is both filled with love and also the desire to strangle his best friend with his bare hands.

Minghao is able to get him mostly back in the car, Seungcheol watching on with a slightly fond but mostly concerned smile, but before they can get the door closed, Soonyoung claws his way back to the doorframe to tell you, “Also, his mom keeps all of his baby pictures in a bunch of photo books by the—”

“And that’s enough from you,” Jihoon interrupts, forcefully shoving Soonyoung back into the car by the face, Soonyoung screeching with poorly disguised glee, and slams the car door shut.

Jihoon waves at Seungcheol who he can see laughing through the glass as he pulls away from the curb, leaving the two of you standing with your suitcases.

He hears you giggling, and turns around to face you with a sigh. “Ignore him.”

You give a thoughtful hum, drawing it out as you grab the handle of your suitcase and wait for Jihoon to grab his and start walking with you through the station.

“No, I don’t think I will,” you finally decide, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Jihoon groans, tilting his head back as if to ask the universe why me?

“Why,” you continue, “embarrassed about your Nami posters?”

Like Soonyoung, Jihoon knows you’re just teasing, and he falls into your easy banter with a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his mouth.

He glares at you half-heartedly. “It’s poster, singular. And no, I’m not embarrassed,” he adds as you both make your way across the platform and into the closest empty train car (the only benefit of leaving at the ass-crack of dawn). “Why would I ever be embarrassed about Nami? She’s badass.” He grunts as he stands on his toes and lifts his luggage to store on the overhead rack and then reaches out to take yours as well. “Plus, you’re one to talk, with your weird shrimp god poster—“

And this argument is familiar, too. He can’t help but smirk as you roll your eyes in exasperation and slide into the seat next to the window.

“It’s shrimp heaven,” you exclaim, “we’ve been over this.”

Jihoon just shakes his head, and he knows he sounds more than a little besotted when he says, “You listen to the weirdest shit.”

You give him a Look that manages to be both deadpan and undeniably fond, and no one except a few untitled projects saved on his external hard drive knows exactly how much he adores that particular look. “I am aware, yes, thank you.”

While this is the first time the two of you are traveling back to where Jihoon grew up, it is not the first time the two of you have traveled together. There’s a well-worn ease to the way your shoulders draw together like magnets, Jihoon offering up one of his earbuds as he balances his iPad across your joined knees.

It had scared him, the first time he felt himself leaning into your presence without a second thought — as easy and unthinkingly familiar as pulling on his favorite hoodie when he’s cold or the sound of his keys clinking against the countertop every night when he gets home. He’d never been one to seek out physical affection before, not unless he was desperate. But now he can’t help but feel like a flower seeking out the sun whenever he’s with you.

He leans his head against yours as he asks, “Want to watch some Bonobono?”

“Yeah,” you reply with a happy hum.

Jihoon presses play without further ado, and the two of you settle in for the next few hours.

You get through a few episodes quickly before taking a quick snack break, and it’s only a few minutes into the next episode that Jihoon notices you aren’t really paying attention. He turns his head where it's resting on your shoulder to get a better look at your profile, but he’s not able to see much since you have your own head turned to look out the window.

He finishes the episode and gets halfway through the next one, glancing over at you every few minutes, before deciding it’s time for him to check in.

Starting conversations is still not one of his strong suits, but he’s discovered interesting ways to wiggle himself into them, mainly by tricking you into getting the ball rolling for him. It’s in these moments that he channels his inner Soonyoung (he is taking this train of thought to his grave, mind you) and asks himself “How would cat-me ask for attention in this moment?” (Again, taking this train of thought to the fucking grave.)

So Jihoon leans away from you just enough for him to be able to turn slightly in his seat and gently plonk his head against your shoulder. When he gets no reaction, he does it again. And again, before doing it one more time as your turn to look at him with an amused smile. “Hi? You having fun, there?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the “p”. “The funnest.”

You snort and shake your head at him. “Okay, babe.” You turn your attention back out the window and Jihoon frowns.

With a quiet huff, he plonks his head on your shoulder once again, pushing in with his forehead and rubbing it back and forth against your sweater.

You start giggling — and god, it’s still one of his favorite sounds, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of hearing it — and you turn to look at him again with a single eyebrow raised. “Yes, Jihoonie?”

He moves so his temple is resting on your shoulder and he can look at you properly. “You okay?” he asks, lighthearted and warm. “You’ve been staring out the window for a while, missed the last couple of episodes.”

You blink, a little surprised, and look down at the iPad still balanced between the two of you. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, sorry.” You give him a smile and shrug the shoulder he’s leaning on. “Just thinking.”

The automatic retort of “oh, dangerous” is on the tip of his tongue, but he holds it back with a small frown. He’s never liked when you apologize unnecessarily, but he knows it’s something you’ve been working on, so he decides not to bring attention to it this time.

“What about?” he asks instead.

You’ve turned your attention back to Bonobono at this point, and you respond with a distracted “Hm?”

Jihoon pokes your temple with one finger. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Oh.” You look at him, considering, and then you huff out a short laugh as you reach over to pause the video. “You actually,” you tell him, tucking the iPad into your lap as you turn in your seat to face him fully.

That was not what Jihoon was expecting. “Me?”

“Yep,” you say, popping the “p” just like he did earlier. “Your bedroom, more specifically.”

That was definitely not what Jihoon was expecting. Both of his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “My bedroom…” he trails off, voice dry and seeming to ask, are you really implying what I think you’re implying?

Your expression morphs into one of disgust so quickly Jihoon barks out a startled laugh. “Ew, no, don’t look at me like that, that’s not what I meant.”

Jihoon lets out a few of his own giggles as he asks, “What did you mean, then?”

He almost coos at the adorable way you pout as you cross your arms in faux anger. “Ugh, no I’m not telling you anymore if you’re just gonna tease me.”

“Aw come on,” he cajoles, reaching out to pry your crossed arms apart. “I only tease those who deserve it.”

You roll your eyes even as you let him pull your hands into his own. “Tell that to Soonyoung.”

“Are you kidding? He deserves it just for existing.”

You lift one of your conjoined hands to awkwardly point at him. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

Jihoon narrows his eyes. “Good. He needs the reminder.”

You fold over as you snort, falling into Jihoon’s space for a moment before you straighten back up with a beaming smile. “You’re such a terrible friend, Lee Jihoon.”

Closing his eyes, he nods solemnly. “I am aware of this, yes. It is my curse.”

“Oh my god,” you laugh, making him smack himself in the shoulder with your still joined hands. “You can be such a dramatic little shit sometimes.” There’s a glint in your eyes that tells Jihoon you’re about to say something purely because you know it’ll rile him up, and he’s proven right when the next words out of your mouth are, “Soonyoung must be rubbing off on you.”

Jihoon’s jaw drops in offended horror. “You’d better take that back right now, I swear to god, y/n—” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he untangles your fingers and digs them mercilessly into your sides.

You squeal at the onslaught and try your best to deflect, but Jihoon’s relentless and you’ve always been extremely ticklish, so it’s only a few moments later that you’re choking out through strained laughter, “Yield! Yield! Fuck, I yield, you absolute ass!”

Jihoon glares at you as he stops and generously lets you trap his fingers in your hold. “Take it back.”

“Yes, I take it back, geez,” you pant. He’s pretty sure he hears you follow it up with a near silent “Why are both of you so insane?”

He raises an eyebrow. “What was that?” He wiggles his fingers pointedly.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, glaring at him half-heartedly before rolling your eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Good,” he smirks, wiggling his fingers again, but this time so he can lace them once again with yours. He brings each of your hands up to his face and kisses your knuckles before bringing them back down to his lap and letting himself drink you in.

You’re looking at him with something teetering the edge between incredulous and fond and over-the-moon, and Jihoon thinks he probably looks like a smitten fool just based on the way his cheeks ache and his ears feel like they’re on fire.

He’s come to love moments like these, where the both of you take a moment to just… take each other in — to simply exist in each other’s presence and soak it all in like sponges. And he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to put into words exactly what it feels like to look and be looked at like this. To see and be seen.

Jihoon doesn’t try to find the words this time, just lets himself bask in your glow with a soft smile.

After a few moments, he brings himself to break the ambient quiet of the train. “Hey,” he murmurs.

Your response is as soft and quiet as the smile you tuck into the corner of your mouth. “Hi.”

He stares at you for another moment before saying, “You never ended up telling me, y’know.”

“Telling you what?”

“What you were thinking about earlier.” He starts idly rubbing his thumbs across the skin of your hands, tracing gentle arcs with the pads of his thumbs.

“Oh.” You scrunch up your face a little before smoothing it out with a small shrug. “Eh, it wasn’t anything important.”

“Hmm.” Something tells him it probably is something important — to you, at least. And even if it isn’t, he still wants to know. “Tell me anyway?”

You tilt your head and look at him with a confused sort of amused smile. “Why do you wanna know so bad?”

Because I’m highkey obsessed with you and always want to learn more about you and how you think, is what he doesn’t say. At least, not out loud and not right now. He knows it’d probably fluster you and he doesn’t want to distract you from answering any more than he already has. (And maybe he’s still struggling with saying his sappy thoughts directly to your face instead of hoarding them in various notebooks, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon to work through.)

“Just curious,” he murmurs with a shrug. “And we still have a couple of hours left on the train.”

You stare at him for a moment like you don’t quite believe him and are trying to find the lie somewhere on his face. But eventually you mutter, “Okay.” You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly through your nose. “Well,” you start, after a moment of collecting your thoughts. “I said I was thinking about your bedroom, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay, so.” You purse your lips as you tighten your hold on Jihoon’s fingers, just for a moment, before loosening your grip with a quiet exhale. “I was mostly just trying to imagine what that’s like.”

Jihoon blinks at you. “...What having a bedroom is like?” His tone comes across more deadpan than he means, confusion flattening his question into more of a statement.

“No, no,” you shake your head. “What having a childhood bedroom is like.”

Jihoon blinks again, furrowing his brows. “...I don’t understand.”

“God, I’m not explaining this right,” you mutter, chewing on your lip in obvious thought. “Okay, so like… You know how in movies and books and stuff, a lot of times there’s this— trope, I guess, where a character goes back home and stays in their childhood bedroom and it’s like a glimpse into their past? A lot of times for comedic reasons?”

Jihoon slowly nods his head. “Yeah, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, well.” You give a self-conscious little half-shrug that makes Jihoon’s chest hurt for some reason. “I was wondering what that’s like. Like…” You trail off for a moment, gaze drifting off to the side and focusing on the middle-distance. Jihoon forces himself to wait patiently as you try to find the words you need to explain, his thumbs continuing their silent metronome across your skin.

“What— what’s it like to have lived your entire childhood in the same house?” you start, gaze still locked somewhere off to the side. “To have the same four walls watch you go from toddler to kid to preteen to moody teenager and then reluctant adult? And to know those same walls are still watching you grow up.” You give a wistful little sigh and focus back on Jihoon with a crooked smile. “I’m trying to imagine what that’s like. Hadn’t realized how much of a foreign concept it was to me until I really started thinking about it,” you finish with a small huff.

During your whole little spiel, you hadn’t sounded sad or bitter or anything other than genuinely curious, but it still pokes at that little ache in Jihoon’s heart. He knows your parents divorced when you were young, and there’s a part of him that wishes you could have had the perfect childhood he knows doesn’t actually exist. He also knows you’re not one to really talk about yourself or your past, so he’s grateful for the vulnerability you’re sharing with him in this moment. Softly, he encourages you to share more with him. “You went back and forth between your parents a lot, right?”

“Oh, god yeah,” you laugh. “And not only that, but my mom could never stay in one place either. Growing up, I think my dad only moved like… four times? But my mom moved… uh.” Your brows furrow deeply for a moment. “Hang on, I need to think this out.”

Jihoon almost whines when you detangle your fingers from his, but manages to turn it into a pretty convincing cough. (It’s actually not at all convincing, but luckily you’re too preoccupied to properly clown him for it.) He watches you mutter to yourself with a small pout and then he looks back down at your hands like he can make them hold his if he just stares hard enough. Your fingers extend one by one as you count, and his pout falls away as one fist and then the other blooms fully. And then one fist closes again, leaving a single finger standing.

“So… eleven? Eleven times.”

He’d known you’d moved at least a few times as a kid, but… “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

Gently, he reaches out to hold your hands again. Squeezes. “And how often did you go back and forth?”

“Oh, god. That was a mess, too.” You’re laughing, but that ache in his chest keeps spreading, digging deeper. “We had different schedules that would change like— every few months. We did three days on, three days off, alternating sundays; we did two days on, two days off, with alternating weekends; at one point we even did every other weekday with alternating weekends… it was insane. Looking back, it seems even more insane.”

“Jesus.” He can’t even begin to imagine what that must’ve been like — almost constantly being on the move. Especially as a kid. “How old were you when they split again?”

“Five.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, long and gusty. It doesn’t sound sad, at least, just tired. Maybe a little bit like release. Then you send a small, amused smile in his direction. “So you can kinda see why the whole “childhood bedroom” thing is such a foreign concept to me, right?”

He can see why. And it aches. “Yeah,” he breathes.

Some of that ache must show on his face because you gently scold him, “Hey, don’t look like that.” You untangle your fingers once again to cup both of his cheeks, thumbs pressing into the corners of his mouth and smoothing out his unconscious frown.

You look at him, soft and warm and so full of love Jihoon’s breath catches in his chest. And then you adjust your grip so you’re pinching his cheeks, and you wiggle his face a little bit. “This wasn’t supposed to be a sad thing, Hoonie. Just a “we had vastly different experiences” kind of thing.” You stop pinching his cheeks and go back to simply holding his face between your palms. “Like, I know it helped me understand the concept of “home is where the heart is,” yanno?”

And, oh. Oh, Jihoon is so very head-over-heels in love with you. He can feel that love pooling and swelling inside him, curling up between his ribs and tickling the tips of his fingers as reaches up to cover your hands with his.

“Hmm.” His mouth moves before his brain can catch up. “And where is your heart, y/n?” he breathes.

For one infinite moment suspended in time, you and Jihoon are the only two people to exist. The world around him disappears as your eyes bore into his, and Jihoon gets to watch something in them soften, melt — pool into something that looks a lot like love as you turn your hands to let go of his cheeks and hold his fingers instead.

You bring his hands to hover in front of his face, and you roll your lips between your teeth like you’re trying to hold back a smile. What you’re trying to say finally clicks in Jihoon’s mind when you glance down at his hands and then back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

All of the blood in his body rushes directly to his face and ears so quickly that Jihoon thinks he might burst into flames.

“Nooooooooo,” he whines, hiding his blazing blush behind your entwined hands and ignoring the way you’re outright laughing at him now. He lowers your hands just enough so that he can glare at you from over the tops of your knuckles. “How are you able to say the cheesiest things without actually saying anything? I can’t stand you.”

“Then sit,” you giggle, like the absolutely adorable little shit you are.

Jihoon growls in frustrated adoration before licking the back of your hands in retaliation.

You screech and try to yank your hands back, but he’s the stronger one between the two of you and he refuses to let go. “Lee Jihoon, you animal, what is wrong with you?!”

“Vengence,” is all he mutters.

You splutter. “Vengence for what?”

He continues to half-heartedly glare at you as he brings your hands down and presses them to the left side of his chest. Vaguely, he wonders if you can feel the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. “For stealing my heart,” he pouts.

The sound that comes out of your mouth reminds him of a dying seal, and that’s how Jihoon knows it’s over for him — because he’s never heard a more endearing sound in his entire life and he thinks that maybe he’d do anything to hear it over and over again.

You continue to tease each other back and forth, your love for each other a steady undertow, and Jihoon realizes that while they may be heading back to the house he grew up in, it’s not home in the same sense any more.

Not when he looks at you and his heart sings a steady home, home, home inside his chest.

The thought doesn’t scare him nearly as much as he thinks it should.

Home, home, home.

He likes the sound of that.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 months

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very self indulgent but i keep thinking about this scenario and its so silly, may i request a reader who's been somehow isekai'd (basically transported) into stardew and is proper down bad (or in other words; a massive crush) for magnus?

I have to say, I've never been a fan of isekai (not that I don't like it, I've just never been interested in that genre). But it turned out to be a lot of fun to write about this situation. I hope it didn't come out too mixed, it's just my first time writing stories in this genre. Thank you so much for the ask, anon! 😊��

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You wake up on the grass near some strange bus stop. No one is around, your head is spinning, and you can't remember what happened. Here you were walking home from a boring job late at night to have dinner, go to bed in your small apartment alone and go to work again and so on until retirement. Suddenly - it's all gone dark and now you're standing outside the bus stop.

Hello, anybody here?

"Oh, you must be [Y/n]!" Finally, at least there's someone around, it's getting lonely and- Wait, how does that red-haired woman know your name?

"I'm Robin, local carpenter. Our mayor asked me to meet you and escort you to your new home!"

New what? Alas, before you could even say anything, the mysterious woman took you to an old ruin that she apparently called "your home".

"Ah, our new farmer!" And who's that old fart? Wha- what farmer?

"Nice to meet you! I'm Lewis, the mayor. Your Grandpa probably have told you about your farm back then".

But I don't... Grandpa's farm? You tried to say something, but you were interrupted again.

"Here's your new home! There is a shipping bin nearby, you can sell your farm products. Welcome and go ahead - get to know your new community!" As you stand there in shock, both strangers walk away.

What the fuck, you thought. Why does everyone think I'm the new farmer? And why did those two bring me to an old house with no furniture except a bed and a TV on the floor? No kitchen? And no toilet??? What the hell do you mean parsnip seeds?! Am I supposed to clear this whole farm of rocks and bushes with a rusty pickaxe and a flooded scythe???

You decide not to panic and play up the situation a bit to figure out where you are and how you can get back home, because the whole thing is a huge misunderstanding. At the same time ask around to the locals, what is this area? Stardew Valley? Huh...

"Playing along with the situation" became a bit more difficult, because you had to really learn the basics of growing crops, the local fisherman gave you an old fishing rod for some damn reason, and then on the fifth day of this hell you have no money left even for food and have to pick berries in the forest (wow, what a life!). After entering the Community Centre and getting to know the "apples" creatures you already doubt your own sanity.

The next day you get an mail from.... Ras-mo-di-us? Ok, weird. Asking you to come to his "magic tower". What this locals are smoking in here is a mystery of the universe, definitely. Anyway, you have no choice but to head to that very tower.

Flowers all around, the whole room is foggy, it smells weird, and it's also hot - it looks like some kind of drug den... So where's the weirdo?

"I've been waiting for you, young [Y/n]."

Oh, no, he's hot.

You wanted to slap your head. You're lost, you don't know what's going on or where you are, you're cursing all this farm work, the locals are weird, and this is some suspicious-looking bloke, and your first thought is "oh no, he's hot"? There's definitely some weird drugs in the air...

Look, you tried to keep your voice as calm as possible, I don't think I'm from this universe.

"I know, young fool". The fuck, what now? Well, bring me back!

"Alas, I don't have that kind of magic yet, it takes time and rare resources. For now.... You should be what the people of Pelican Town think you are."

Oh, that's just fantastic!

Running after the crows that ruined your crops, pulling an old can of local cola out of a fishing rod hook, walking with tired hands after cutting down some trees, screaming in the Mines, escaping from slimes and bats, making ingots for necessary machines until night.... And you've got some kind of magic now. A quiet country life, nothing fancy.

Then there's that annoying supermarket, which reminds you painfully of that boring old office job....

Although, the locals here are mostly friendly.... They see that you're uncomfortable in your new community and try to make you feel at home. You really appreciated it, and tried your best for them in return by listening to their stories or giving those leftovers of a successful harvest. Your skills grew, you had already made friends with everyone in the Valley, and even kicked that stupid Joja company out of town. Little funny Junimos, hee-hee!

In particular you became close to Magnus (Rasmodius' first name). Even though it was hard for you to still believe in magic, but his talk about parallel worlds, his fascination with magical plants, his talking, his laugh, his looks (dilf material, oh my!), his kind heart and his pride in new spells and magical protection of the Valley from monsters.... You fell in love with him.

And after some conflicting thoughts about whether you're allowed to fall in love with anyone here if this isn't your world? But you have long been part of this world, part of this cosy and friendly community, part of this incredible and magical world.

All dreamy thoughts were gone when Magnus announced to you in a ringing voice that he'd found a way to get you home.

Home?, you repeated. But I'm already home.

And you just kissed Magnus, the die is cast. If he refuses, if he turns his back on you, it'll be hard for you to bear. But Magnus, oddly enough, returned the kiss.

"Then... The choice is made. I was afraid that... I fell in love with you as well, and that you would have to leave forever. But now... Now..."

He didn't have time to finish, because you kissed him again, more passionately this time.

Insert subtitles, ladies and gentlemen, for here is the happy ending.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv #thanks for the ask!#magnus x reader #stardew valley

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buckyr00s · 2 years

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The Meet-Cute || m."f".g.

pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader

warnings/tags: a fluffy headcanon; description of a chaotic crowd situation

author's note: This is a self-indulgent headcanon about a meet-cute with Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia. It is also way longer than I initially thought it'd be. Like is it even considered a headcanon anymore?? Let me know if you'd be interested in a part two (or even a mini-series) because when it comes to this man, I HAVE THOTS. Also, thank you to @barnescastle and her camera roll AUs because it inspired me to make a collage of my own for this! Check out her all work HERE!

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When anyone asks either of you to tell the story of how you met, you'll both tell them it was basically love at first sight.

Your friends convinced you to go to a music festival featuring some of your favourite bands and artists. And although you were so excited to see said bands and artists, music festivals are hectic--and often scary--as hell.

You and your friends spent almost the entire day at the festival. And yes, even though it was a long, hot, tiring day, it was all worth it as you were about to see the main headliner--your favourite band/artist.

Just as they made their way on stage, a huge crowd of excited fans rushed towards them, closing the comfortable distance between each person. As the band/artist began to play, people around you began to jump and dance, the chaos causing you and your friends to be separated.

Things started to get overwhelming, the loud music and the accidental bumps disorienting you. It was then that you began to panic.

A firm hold on your upper arm brings you back and steadies you, preventing you from being pushed around further.

"Hey! Are you alright?" you heard someone yell over the music.

Your gaze lands on the hand on your arm, travels up their arm, up their shoulder and neck, and straight into the softest, deepest set of worried brown eyes.

You both took a second to look at and take each other in. This is the part of the story where Fanboy likes to say he got bit by a love bug, but if you are being honest, you were probably bit at this moment too.

Someone bumped you from behind, lunging you forward and snapping you out of your thoughts. You were glad that the stranger was holding you steady the way he was because you’re sure you would have face-planted otherwise.

“What?” you shout to cut through the blaring speakers, still quite disoriented. “Oh, I was just asking you if you were alright,” the guy replies, his voice straining. “You kinda looked lost and worried”.

It was only then that you noticed yourself begin to calm down enough to breathe and observe your surroundings. Unbeknownst to him—or maybe he did know (you weren’t too sure and he’s never told you)—he had distracted you long enough for you to ground yourself in the overwhelming environment.

After taking a few seconds to collect yourself, your eyes found their way back to his brown eyes. All this time, he patiently waited for your response. "I don't know..." you yelled. "I kind of got separated from my friends," you admitted as you extended your neck and look around.

Pulling out your phone from your small waist bag, you realized that it was dead. Being at a festival all day was all fun and games until it wasn't.

That didn't go unnoticed by him because he offered to walk you to the phone charging stations. He also must have noticed the apprehension on your face because of what he did and said next.

Digging into his own bag, he pulls a canister out and places it in your hand. "If you feel unsafe with me, I give you permission to spray this in my eyes," he stated, an amused smile spread across his face. And wow, what a smile.

"How did he sneak pepper spray passed security?" you thought. Then you looked down at your hand holding the cold metal container to see...sunscreen?

He seemed to read you like a book, because he laughed again. (In truth, he learned pretty quickly that whenever you're confused or unsure, you'll instinctively tilt your head, furrow your brows, and scrunch your nose--a quirk he's grown to love so much). "That shit burns," he joked, eliciting a laugh from you. Damn, he's careful, observant, and funny. A complete charmer.

You appreciated how much he made you feel safe. Impressed even. You trusted him enough to take him up on his offer to escort you, helping you weave through the crowd to get to the charging stations.

The area had long been cleared out as people flocked to watch the headline performer. So, you two sat there, waiting for your phone to charge. You could hear the music and the cheers from a distance, equally thankful that you weren't missing out on listening to your favourite band/artist and that you didn't have to strain to talk to your mystery guardian angel of sorts.

It was a perfect atmosphere to talk. As you both sat on the grass and waited for your phone to charge, you exchanged names. "Mickey, huh? How cute," you mentally noted.

"Thanks, by the way," your voice filled with gratitude and sincerity. He casually dismissed his actions, saying "it was nothing," and "anyone would have done it." You stopped him though, rejecting the nonchalance. "No really. Thank you. Not everyone would have. But you did." He accepted your gratitude, then, with a shy smile and his head hung low. Flustered.

"So, where are your friends? I can't imagine you ditched them to spend time with little ol' me," you chuckled, noticing him wince at the tiny hint of self-deprecation you expressed.

"Oh, they're all at the bar tent," he rolled his eyes with a grin, imagining the antics his buddies were getting up to. "I'm the DD...designated driver," he started to explain. "Well, they wanted to take an Uber but I thought the drive from our B&B would be fun. I made a special playlist and everything. So, I convinced them. Or they humoured me. Or both."

The two of you continued to talk, and you were quite surprised at how easy it was to converse with him. It definitely did help that you shared similar interests and were equally enthusiastic about discussing said interests.

When your phone was finally charged enough, you texted your friends, informing them of your location and that you were okay. They expressed their concerns about you being alone, so you told them about what happened and about Mickey, his good deed, and his company. Understandably so, they responded with apprehension. And for some reason, you felt comfortable enough to disclose this with him.

"May I?" he mused, holding his hand out to ask for your phone. In this short time you met and interacted with him, you felt like you could trust him enough. So, you handed him the phone.

Instantly, he smiled and instantly, you knew he was up to something. Nothing malicious. Just...something.

He opened the camera app and proceeded to record himself.

"Hi! I know it's super suspicious that your friend is alone with some strange guy. I'm not sure how else to alleviate your very valid worries other than..." he trailed off before smiling widely and starting back up with a burst of energy this time. "My name is Mickey Garcia. Age 23. 5'7. I'm a college graduate and currently a Naval Aviation Officer candidate. " You had thought the cherry on top was when he shared his phone number, his licence plate number, and the model and make of his rental car. But then, he topped it. "And I like long walks on the beach," his smile was blinding and you could tell he was genuinely entertained with himself. "So there's your leverage and you have my guarantee that your cute friend is safe with me"

The last thing he said was so smooth and so casual that you almost missed it. Almost. And that's why you felt your cheeks go hot. You were glad he was too busy to notice, occupied with the task of replaying and reviewing the video before sending it to your group chat. He also managed to send a closed caption, recognizing that they might not be in an area of the music festival where they could hear the audio coming from their phones.

He handed your phone back after that, which you were grateful for because your friends immediately texted you back with embarrassing messages. You would have melted if he saw. "HE'S CUTE. AND HE SAID YOU'RE CUTE." "YOU HAVE HIS NUMBER NOW!" "I swear to all that is holy, if you don't make a move." And it went on and on.

"My friends approve," you informed him, causing the man to chuckle.

"OH!" Mickey jumped up. "This is one of my favourite songs," he beamed. He held is hand out. "Come on!! Dance with me!" My God, is this man even real?!

Grabbing his hand, he pulled you up effortlessly.

So, you danced. In fact, the two of you danced and sung along in that empty area until your bodies and voices were tired.

And as you both basked in the fun, delight, and silliness of the moment, Mickey proposed. Not that kind of proposal. Not yet at least.

"Do you wanna go grab milkshakes?" he asked, trying to catch his breath. "I mean we can get something to eat, too, if you like. But I'd love a milkshake right about now."

You furrowed your brows. It was a very tempting offer but... "What about my friends?? What about yours??" you questioned.

"They can come too!"

And so, you both texted your respective friend groups, all of them agreeing to tag along.

That's how you found yourself at an outdoor patio, enjoying drinks, jokes, and company in the cool summer air.

And that's when you and Mickey's story really started...with a meet cute.

author's note: hope you enjoyed! all your comments and feedback mean everything! and please do let me know if you are interested in another part or even a series :)

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#mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia #fanboy garcia #fanboy #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey garcia x reader #fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy x reader #mickey fanboy garcia hc #mickey fanboy garcia headcanon

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year

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1x03, rewatch, part 1.

I keep forgetting how awfully mean Rebecca is in s1! Wow, she is something else.

this freaking show <3

the fact that from the very beginning Jamie is presented as their best player aka "they know he's the best & they'll follow him". fast forward to "you've made him a team player" and during it he kinda lost his greatness. the fact that even Roy was like, "be a jerk when the situation needs it to be!" (2x06 if I remember correctly, correct me if i'm wrong) the fact that Roy was one of the first people who believed in Jamie when even Ted and Beard didn't think Jamie can score and win the game for them. Roy still did bc Roy knew him longer & knew Jamie's potential. Roy and Jamie's dynamic was absolutely unhinged from the very beginning, and I love that.

MY BABIES. the way Keeley looks at him. gosh, I miss this ship. ot3 can be so great, c'mon!!

''star player" Jamie is just sooo <3 also, the fact that Keeley just knows Jamie's reaction. like, for how long were they together at this point? i don't think we learned about that. Jamie loved her very, very much & i feel like he still does in s3, he's just being very accountable and decent on that point.

and Keeley dating Jamie in s1 not bc she's bored or bc she wants the same attention Jamie gets. she genuinely, truly loves knows and love him.

seriously, ot3 would WORK. like, I'm all in for RoyJamie, but if they add Keeley into that & Jamie gets to love her again, I wouldn't be exactly complaining.

on that mental thing though: i do wish Jamie got into therapy sooner. there is so much trauma in that boy & he deserves the absolute best.

and people in s3 screamed that Keeley's bisexuality came out of nowhere lol. she was fascinated with Rebecca since 1x01, and her AND Ted giving Rebecca those compliments really is telling.

please and thank you. this is self-indulgent for when s3 ends.

I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH. also, Jamie. <3

can you BELIEVE what these two have become in s3? can you?

like, Jamie constantly tries to ignore Ted's motivational speeches and takes selfies in the locker room. just... yeah, kiddo. you're gonna be a star one day, but not in the way you can imagine, not yet.

wheezing. oh baby boy. :') I wonder how many takes it took them for Phil to throw the book right into trash can and make it look like Jamie did it on his first try.

for later.

Jamie and his bitchy mouth. :')

is it me or is Roy more timid at some point in s1 than in s2 and s3? he's not sure whether he should voice his opinion, he isn't often looking for a fight unless he's really mad, and he won't make commentaries like "this is a pretense conversation and i'm trying to pretend that i give a shit." Roy that once considered the best, then Jamie came up, became the best and they were bickering ever since. then Roy finds himself in coaching and no longer has to compete with Jamie, even finds a good friend in him, and things change drastically. he's so much more confident later on in the show.

and Ted SAW it and pushed him. hell yeah.

damn it, there is SO much in Roy and Jamie's relationship since day ONE.

#natiswatching #jamie x keeley #roy x jamie #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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jupiters-galaxy · 1 year

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Hi!!!

I see you have the requests open and also I see you love the little one of Kawata's twins, so I want to know if you can make some headcanons for Souya with a crush and how he will ask them out :)

Yes!!!! Wow it took me ages for this but I had to wait for the Souya brainrot to hit JUST RIGHT and tonight is that night!!!!

This is almost entirely self indulgence uhm ANYWAYS!

-When Souya has a crush, he's totally floored by it. He's a little confused, he honestly just...doesn't know how to process it. Hell, he's not even sure it's a crush!! He doesn't fully realize it until Nahoya asks him why he's been so off lately, and the whole thing comes pouring out.

-He's definitely the type to make unexpected connections; he probably met you at his restaurant, or in a coffee shop out of nowhere. And at the first meeting he's like, huh. This is an odd feeling. But a couple more chance encounters lead to him constantly hoping he'll see you anywhere he goes; the store, at work, while he's on one of his evening walks. He tries to convince himself that it's just because he likes company; and that ain't it!

-Denial is the first stage; he can't have a crush, he's never been in love before! He thought he just wasn't meant for love, the way some people are when they don't really know who they are or what they want. But like it or not...you're in his thoughts, and there's no cure for that!

-Freaking out comes next. What the hell is he meant to do!!!!! Nahoya is his saving grace; Souya can always count on him to practically read his mind and offer exactly what he needs to hear. Nahoya urges him to spend more time with you, feeling out your interests (and, argurably most importantly, figuring out if you are single!)

-And Souya always did best with plans. After a week or two to chill out, he develops a plan (with Nahoya's help, obvi!)

-He asked you out for coffee, which is a bit inherently romantic (and you surely know this when accepting! I mean, cmon). He figures a neutral, public setting is best, and Nahoya promised a coffee shop was the best because of the widely accepted romantic subtext of coffeeshop meetings.

-When out for coffee, let's be honest, he's still a bit of a mess! He mostly just wants to get it over with- part of him thinks you'll probably (definitely) reject him. So after making small talk for a little bit, albeit awkwardly, he lays all his cards out. Full disclosure, now or never, right?!

-I imagine he'd say something like this (yes I will be writing the dialogue SHHHHHHH cringe culture is dead ok)

"Look, why I asked you here...ahh, this is hard for me to say. Sorry if this whole thing has been weird, I just...I've noticed that I think about you a lot, and like, that's weird. Er, maybe it's normal for you, or for other people, but not for me, I...I don't really think about...people. Not like this. I think I really like...you. I haven't known you that long. We met in, what, August? It's hard to remember. I just know that you're so smart, and sweet, and open to all the bullshit around me, and I really, really like that. I'm sure it seems crazy for me to be saying that you're special when I barely know you. But that's the whole thing, I...I want to get to know you more. I want to be there with you for...whatever you want. God, whatever you want, I can do. ....and I'm sorry my confession sucks."

-Ofc bright red and expressive the whole time. Mans gets expressive when embarassed.

-Those are his feelings! Only question is...will you accept? :)

Again I am so sorry it took - FIVE MONTHS TO ANSWER OH MY GOD I sincerely didn't think it was that late I am *even more sorry* now. I appreciate the ask!!!! Any excuse to talk about Souya is a good one and I am trying to be more dilligent about answering asks so,,, yeah!!! Send more if you want, I hope this hit your request well enough!

#souya kawata #souya kawata headcanons #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata fluff #angry tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo revengers fluff

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aurevell · 1 year

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2022 Fic Year in Review

For the first time ever, I tracked my word count in a spreadsheet, which means I get to see the overall patterns in my writing now that the year is over. This includes fun with charts and graphs, as you can see below:

Total words written: 182,526

Worst writing month(s): February-April

I wrote literally 0 words from February 6 to June 1. Ongoing knee pain made 2022 a rough year. The chart above shows my fun little "wow fuck my knees actually" break for physical therapy woes.

Best writing month(s): June-July

Once I committed to AU-gust, I outlined in May and started churning out words in June and July. My June wordcount alone was 53,804, and I at some point wrote 7,522 words in a single day, a harrowing feat I have since blocked from memory.

Total fics published: 37

This includes The Striking Complication, a longfic I finished in early 2022. It also includes 30 fics (~2k-5k each) for AU-gust and several continuations for them, plus two fics for my long-haired Steter collection. In October, I wrote a Stetopher Week sickfic, a werecat Stiles AU and a Sterek horror fic I’ve been wanting to finish forever.

My longest work was The Third Sacrifice at just over 21,000 words.

My shortest work was We’ll Have Words Tomorrow at 1,145 words.

My most popular work by kudos and hits was When It Counts, because I’m apparently not the only one who’s a sucker for tongue-tied!Peter Hale.

My favorite fics were:

When It Counts (Steter) - Surprise, surprise. Can’t overstate how hard I cackled while writing this.

It May Simply Lie in Wait (Sterek) - Haunted houses are my favorite, and I basically wrote this just for me.

a small span of quiet (Steter) - A super fun miscommunication fic, and I adore established Steter.

The Endgame (Steter) - My favorite of the AU-gust sci-fi fics. I wish I had sequel ideas, because I want to know what comes next.

The Third Sacrifice (Sterek) - Horror, my beloved. This was a very self-indulgent romp through some monster-infested woods.

Stuff I Want to Work on in 2023

My dreaded nogitsune fic. I posted it as a ficlet for AU-gust, but I want to do a full version even though it's fighting tooth and nail. Waiting to see if it'll cooperate or get buried in my fic graveyard.

A mob AU sequel, which I told myself at the start of 2022 I would definitely work on, and yet here we are.

A second (smaller) AU-gust??? I am really considering it. They say the mind forgets trauma, and I’ve already mostly forgotten the seven layers of hell this year’s event put me through. If I did the 2023 challenge, I'd probably tweak the rules for myself.

In Conclusion

Tried some new fandom events. Met some AMAZING tumblr mutuals, followers, and commenters who made me feel much more connected to the fandom. Wrote some fun stuff I never would have imagined without help and inspiration. 2022 was a fun year for writing, and I can't wait for what 2023 brings 🥳

#2022 #fic year in review #ao3 wrapped #late as usual #hilarious that i'm posting this now #when i plan to write absolutely 0 words till like feb #my sister's visiting and i'm still in Holiday Mode Lite (tm)#my only wip right now is the sweater i'm crocheting

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pastrybon · 7 months

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hi guys welcome to the Yuuverse today i am gonna be mentally ill again wow whats new at this point (without art cuz....pain and no motivation)

first up issss Yuu! yeah no name changes cuz I'm unoriginal and...this one doesn't really change the story. its pretty much game Yuu

okay ik i said that the story dont rlly change but do not underestimate their version of twisted wonderland. it is my own self indulgent hell filled with headcanons and events. btw their moral compass has almost gone to SHIT cuz everyone at NRC in their version of twisted wonderland is fucking insane and horrible and the only reason they are alive is out of sheer fucking luck, willpower, spite and the fact everyone owes them. NRC will both torment them and also fight God for them. nobody else torments their prefect but them!!

anyways onto Ribbon aka ALIEN WHO KEEPS ADOPTING EVERYONE CHILL-

anyways yeah... probably the only Yuu who is actually planned to be in a relationship (Yuu does not count. their NRC is too mixed for them to know whether or not theyre in a relationship with them or not). the lucky mf is Lilia cuz although Ribbon has preferences for ppl who can cook good as partners. they still somehow think that "I can fix him" when it comes to Lilia's cooking like....no you cant Ribbon. give up pLEase

they still love him though. even with his horrible cooking that looks like it came straight from hell (Solomon?? dis u???)

oh yeah theyve also adopted almost all the students. nobody is safe. they will be tucked in in the softest blankets and pillows ever and kissed goodnight on the forehead. any resistance will be stopped with their ribbon limbs that are freakishly strong

next up on our list of Yuu's is Lem! the only one with an actual gender!!!

NRC's chefs and cooks better RUN because Ramshackle has TWO BOTTOMLESS PITS NOW!!

i cannot really say anything else besides the fact that they are that one incorrect quote that's like "They shouldn't call it an all you can eat buffet or whatever then!!!" "dude you ate a chair"

and lastly....the best Yuu ever

SHRIMPY.

nothing is different in the story mostly. Yuu is simply just a floating shrimp

whether or not they talk is still being thought out

#shrimp yuu is fun #twst yuu #twisted wonderland #twst au #sorta #btw have i mentioned that Yuu is the roach of the group? they legit cannot die. broken bones are a daily occurrence yet they. cannot die.#i will talk more abt this in some other post in the future #be warned #TW: Mentions of Lilia's cooking/j #and someone thinking they can fix that monstrosity #Lem and Yuu would eat Lilia's cooking scarily enough #welcome to the yuuverse

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i-have-a-sideblog-problem · 2 years

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A Petty Night of Dnd

This idea popped into my head after reading some Obey Me D&D headcanons. This is extremely self-indulgent (this wasn't even supposed to be a story). Mc is gender neutral and is referred to using just "you" and "yours".

Summary: The events of Lesson 16 have long passed, and Mc and the boys have had serval long emotional chats about the events that happened. Apologies have been given, and Mc has had time to heal. But that doesn't mean Mc can't mess with the boys about what happened. With the help of Simon, Mc is going to make a game session the boys won't forget.

Content Warnings: Violence, Blood, Role play character death, A little bit of angst (I think)

Word Count: 1412

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Mc and all the brothers are playing D&D together with Simon as the DM. The campaign is a standard medieval setting, homebrewed by Simon.

Starting off, the game is a bit chaotic. Half the brothers are dicking around (Asmo, Mammon, Belphie), while Lucifer and Beel are still trying to get the concept of role-playing. Eventually, everyone really gets into the game. You all are working as a team, beating quests, "figuring" out puzzles, and hitting heartfelt story beats/ character backgrounds. Diavolo, Barbados, Solomon, and even Luke occasionally come and watch everyone play, much to Lucifer's annoyance.

Another game night rolls around, and at this point, you and the brother had gotten a decent way through the story's plot. Tonight Diavolo and Barbados are watching everyone play, though at the moment they're only half paying attention since everyone just finished a battle with the Big Bad's second in command. Simon was currently narrating Mc and the brothers heading back to their camp and getting ready for a long rest. Everyone is in high spirits after a successful battle.

After Simon is done setting the scene, he turns to you, "Mc, everyone is asleep what would your character like to do?"

No one pays any mind to you and Simon, they have all had their characters do stuff at night before, be it spell prepping, or in Mammon's case failing at robbing others.

You flip through your character sheet, "I'd like to cast silence on everyone but Beel's and Belphie's characters."

Levi stops adjusting his character sheet and looks at you confused, "I thought you were out of spell slot?"

You shrug, "I miss counted. Now Simon who's closest to my character?"

Simon gestures to each demon as he speaks, "I believe the two closest to you are Lucifer's and Mammon's character, then it's Satan, Asmo, and Levi. Beel and Belphie are outside the sphere next to each other."

"Awesome, I'm going to use the hide action." Mc succeeds with the stealth roll, and Simon grants you advantage on your next roll. Half the table groans waiting for you to steal from them.

Lucifer crosses his arms over his chest, "I expect this from Mammon about you too, Mc."

You ignore him with a smile and take out far too many dice you would need to pickpocket someone. You wanted to make a show of what you had planned next. You rolled your dice in pairs each one hitting the numbers you needed to, gambling with Mammon was coming in handy right now.

"And did I hit, Simon?" You know the answer, but you were feeling smug.

Simon stared at your rolls with wide eyes, "Oh my. Yes, you did for... Wow, everyone. You can go ahead and roll damage."

Everyone's jaw dropped at Simon's words. Mammon was the first to speak up, "Damage! Oi whatta think ya doin'!"

You wave off Mammon and continue your plan, "I'm going to attack with the magic short sword I got and do a fatal strike on everyone but Beel and Belphie's character. Also for these attacks, I'll take the damage penalty that lets me make everyone skip the CON save." All hell breaks loose at your words. The brothers are cursing and screaming about how could you do this and how that's not fair, but Simon allows it as the DM.

"This is bullshit!" Satan rips his character sheet in half, fuming across the table from you, now he knows why you didn't sit next to him today.

Amso whines, a full pout on his face, "I liked my character, Mc! How could you!"

You give him a quick apologetic smile and pat him on the shoulder before turning back to Simon, "I'd like to dispel silence, and move to attack Beel's character." Beel was already looking sad, but now he looked like a kicked hell pup.

Simon nodded, "Roll to hit."

Luck had been on your side so far tonight and you only needed a little more to complete the plan you've been wanting to do for so long. Belphie looks directly across the table at you. Normally after a big battle, he'd doze off only waking up if Beel shook him and told him that he had to take a turn. But now he was wide awake; confused and curious about what your twisted game was.

You held eye contact with Belphie as you clutched the dice tightly in the palm of your hand. In one swift motion, you throw the dice, and everyone watched carefully as they rolled.

The dice landed perfectly.

A wide tooth grin appeared on your face as your eyes shot back up to meet Belphie's. "Before I stab my sword into Beel's character's chest, I call out to Belphie's character and shout, Now you know how it feels!" The look of horror on everyone's face as the realization sets in as to why you attacked everyone's character suddenly.

Simon beings to narrate, "As you yell both Beel's and Belphie's characters awake. The last thing you see, Beel, is a slight glint of silver from the hilt of the blade. The rest of the sword is covered in a thick dark red."

You started to feel slightly guilty about your actions after looking over at Beel's face. The poor demon looked so distraught, but you would make it up to him later with plenty of snacks and hugs. You were too far into your mission to quit now, plus Belphie's reactions mostly washed away the guilt.

Simon continued, "Mc, your character proceeds to fall to the ground. Your last kill taking you out as well. Belphie, what do you want your character to do?"

Belphie snaps out of his confused haze at the sound of his name. "What? I...I um...I don't know, everyone's dead! What can I do?" He glared at you, "Why did you kill everyone?", he pointed his finger at Simon, "Why did you let Mc, do that!"

Mc smirked at him, "Now Blephie, Simon asked what your character does, don't break character now."

Belphie scowled more, "I guess...I look around the room at everyone laid out dead. And I go over between Mc's and Beel's character and fall to my knees screaming and crying till I pass out."

Simon nods, "You pass out holding onto your twin, warm tears still stain your face as you lay on his chest. I need you and Amira to make a history check." You and Belphie both roll your dice and pass the check.

Simon quickly hides the small smile that formed, "Belphie, your character sleeps through the night and wakes up to the sound of your party members getting ready for the day. You lay cuddled up to Beel's character's chest, as he lightly shakes up trying to wake you up faster. Everyone still feels a bit groggy, like they didn't have the most peaceful night's sleep, though the six of you", Simon gestures to Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, and Asmo, Beel, "don't remember what the dream was that caused such an unpleasant night of sleep... Everyone is back to full heal!"

Satan throws up his hands in anger, "WHAT! We're alive! I ripped up my character sheet!"

"Yes, you've done that quite a few times Satan, I will bring you the extra copy next session as usual. Now, that's where we'll end today's session everyone." Simon turns towards you with an impressed smile, "Mc, I'm quite surprised, I didn't think you'd be able to pull this off."

You had a proud smirk on your face, "For an angel, you have little faith, Simon."

Levi looked beyond betrayed, "You knew about this! And let Mc do it!"

You began to pack up your stuff, "Oh, you guys are overreacting. The timeline got wiped, so it's fine, right Barbatos, Diavolo."

Diavolo and Barbatos stiffened at your words. Diavolo was the first to speak up, "Mc, we've apologized, and we, I'm still very sorry. The test wasn't fair. And-"

You hold up your hand, "Oh, I know and I've forgiven you. All of you, since we discussed everything." You gave an evil smile to them, "I'm just petty." You went over to Simon and gave him a quick hug, "Thanks for letting me do this little side quest!" You patted Belphie on the head as you exited the room, leaving the boys to unpack that night's session.

Satan mumbled under his breath as you left, "Are we sure Mc isn't a demon?"

#obey me #obey me brothers #obey me dateables #obey me dnd #obey me one shot #this was completely self-indulgent and probs only funny to me #but I would 100% be a petty brat after those three got me killed #and this is just one way I'd express it #I'd forgive them tho else I'd just hate literally everyone else in the game #they're all assholes but MY assholes #obey me mc #obey me bullying belphie #obey me self indulgent

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iamanonniemouse · 1 year

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Fic Year in Review: 2022

Wow how is it already 2023?! AAAH

Anyway, I’ve come to enjoy doing this every year because I honestly forget what I write, or at least forget the timespan where I wrote it, so writing these up makes me go AW I REMEMBER THAT ONE. So really this is selfishly more for me than anything else.

Total words written: 56,961

Total fics written: 30

Number of fandoms written for: 6! (Is this a record for me?? I feel like it is)

Most popular fic by kudos: Forever This Way (The Old Guard/Inception crossover I am cruelly not updating which surprises none of us)

Most popular Inception fic by kudos: Between Day and Night (part of my ace!omega series)

Most popular fic by hits: An Edge to Cut (VegasPete fic)

Most popular Inception fic by hits: Between Day and Night again (ace!omega for the WIN)

Favorite fic: I CANT EVEN CHOOSE DONT MAKE ME but two i’m particularly fond of are

To Feed the Soul (Gen, Robert-centric hanahaki fic)

Ravenous (Gen, James Cobb-centric, dream-eater AU)

both of which were written as part of IGRPDC so yay!

I wrote a good amount of gen Robert Fischer fics this year, more than I’d realized, but I do enjoy writing sad Robert getting the care and love he deserves (ignores To Feed the Soul) I also wrote a lot for Ace!Omega ‘verse which HELL YES. The comments I’ve gotten on Ace!Omega ‘verse make me SO happy, because I feel like I came up with it as a sort of self-indulgent thing but so many people have told me how much they love the dynamic and the way a/b/o connections are explored in it and that means SO much to me, so thank you all <3

In general I wrote a lot more fics with ace rep in them this year which makes me very, very happy. I jokingly-but-not-really am on a campaign to write a lot of fics with more ace rep of all kinds and/or sexualized tropes made ace and/or kink explored in a not-necessarily-sexual way. It’s something I’m really enjoying and I am continuously overjoyed that other people are enjoying reading them as I write them!

As always a list is below the cut of each fic, grouped by the month they were posted!

January

Ways to Fake It (Inception, Gen, Robert-centric, 5.8k words)

Partner (Arcane, Jayce/Viktor, 2.3k words)

Between Day and Night (Inception, Arthur/Eames, ace!omega ‘verse, 3.3k words)

Forever This Way - Chapter 2 (Inception & The Old Guard crossover, WIP, 3.4k words)

Prix Fixe (Inception, Rob/Nash, ace!incubus ‘verse, 2.9k words)

February

Overture (co-written with @stormofsharpthings, Inception, Part 1 of our Kink ‘Verse that we have many many thoughts about but not quite as many coherent words; Arthur/Saito with Arthur & Eames and, well, kink, 3.6k words)

and all my stars (Inception, Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, ace!Ari and ace!Arthur, 1.5k words)

March

Weeping Sugar (Inception, Yusuf/OFC, 295 words)

April

To Feed the Soul (Inception, Gen, Robert-centric, 396 words)

Contrasting Hues (Inception, Gen, Eames-centric, 115 words)

Ravenous (Inception, Gen, James Cobb/Cobb family-centric, 350 words)

quantum superposition (Inception, Gen or Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, 350 words)

A Silver Lucifer (Arcane, Silco/Vander AU, 1.9k words)

Settle (Arcane, Silco/Vander, rated E, 1.9k words)

Nothing posted in May and June

July

Not Alone (Inception, Arthur/Eames, rated M, ace!omega ‘verse, 1.9k words)

All Roads (Inception, Cobb/Saito, 5.7k words)

An Edge to Cut (KinnPorsche The Series, VegasPete, 687 words)

August

Tickle (Inception, Arthur/Eames, 398 words)

Nothing posted in September

October

Banquet (Inception, Robert/Nash, rated M, ace!incubus ‘verse, 1.1k words)

The Ace!Dom Silco Trilogy (Arcane, Silco/Vander, all rated E, all involving kink)

A Little Break in the Mourning (Six of Crows, Inej/Kaz, 816 words)

Climbing in the Dark (Marvel Cinematic Universe/Marvel, Clint Barton/Buckey Barnes, WIP, 3.4k words)

The First Things to Go (Inception, Gen, Phillipa-centric, 94 words)

Found (Inception, Gen, Robert-centric, 2.1k words)

November

The Most Resilient (Arcane, Inception AU, Silco/Vander, 2.6k words)

Sharp (Inception, Arthur/Eames, 400 words)

Something Beyond (Inception, Arthur/Saito with Arthur & Eames, 3.9k words)

December

Oriented (Inception, Arthur/Eames, ace!Eames, rated E, 2k words)

Courage to Trust (Inception, Arthur/Eames, ace!omega ‘verse, rated E, 3.7k words)

All the Storms of Life (Inception, Ariadne/Arthur/Eames, 3.5k words)

#my writing #fic #mousie rambles

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this is REALLY self indulgent and just word vomit but basically i saw a tweet on my tl talking abt some of juns gap moe and somehow it led to me thinking that like. yeah jun can obviously be dom when it comes to sex but i also think itd be very easy to take control instead and fluster him to the point where hes blushing and embarrassed. with how teasing he can be and how often he tries to fluster you itd be really endearing to see him be the one teased and flustered instead

he definitely wasnt allowed to be in any relationships in the past due to his father, so all his knowledge on sexual relationships comes from the media hes consumed, all of which had the man as the dominant one (not exactly a conscious choice by him, but because thats just whats more common and easier to find when it comes to basically any form of porn) so the thought of you as the dom one never crossed his mind at first, but if he were to ever just fantasize or dream abt it he’d definitely be into it, though his pride(?) wouldnt let him admit it to you at first as he’d be too embarrassed lmfao

i think he’d try and act more dominant during sex by pinning you down onto the ground/bed/couch, however i think that if you were to literally flip him over so that you’re sitting on top of him hed get flustered right away and end up enjoying it fjdkfk. hed probably also stutter and ask what youre doing bc you surprised him so much. granted hes still the top with you riding him but in the end youre the one in control, going at whatever pace you please and switching to other positions to whatever and whenever you want, ordering him on what to do. honestly if you pinned him under you, you wouldnt even have to be stronger than him physically i think he’d genuinely be too flustered to resist enough to take control again (and bc he genuinely enjoys it ofc and doesnt want to resist).

you two might end up often fighting/in a power struggle over who gets to be in control for a session, trying to pin the other down and get them to submit, and of course thered also be times where the two of you make plans on whos going to be what before you even start, especially if you’re planning on eventually pegging him (which he tries to act nonchalant about but lets be real he’d be excited as hell and probably started constantly fantasizing abt it after the first time you suggested it).

tldr jun should get femdommed bc i said so

oh wow, I like this a lot! sub jun needs more content and I didnt realize he was so gap moe either?? 😭 I love him even more

#nsft es!!#enstars smut #jun sazanami smut #thirsts

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killemwithkawaii · 1 year

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[This was a submission by @meadow-hearthfire but tumblr doesn't like publishing submissions for some reason 🤡]

youtube

Mitch, would you give this video a watch or at least a listen? Emily Artful offers some artist advice in it.

Oh, and before you check out her content, I gotta offer a content warning: Emily Artful is a mom of two kids, so a few of her videos contain pregnancy and some feature her kids, including a vlog of after she just had her first kid. As of submitting this to you, her oldest (nicknamed "Bini") is about five years old and her youngest (nicknamed "Wiggy") is about two.

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A Note From K.E.W.K.:

>This is a great video. I feel her SO MUCH! I have definitely undertaken HUGE projects that I vastly underestimated the timeframe/workload for and it ended up biting me in the ass. (I think it's something that all artists do tbh) 😓

>Those of you who have been around the blog for a while probably know about my yearly goretober undertaking. Its a self-indulgent passion project and an enormous labor of love that I'm overall pretty proud of, but no matter how hard I work during those times or how well everything turns out, I'm always left super burnt out at the end and HATE what I've created because it never lives up to the unrealistic expectations I had for the project, which leads to me beating myself up about how it should have been better (despite me knowing that I sincerely gave it my all). I have cried during every goretober event (managed to make it until the 26th this year!🥇) and have reached points mid-event where I wanted to say 'fuck it' and stop before it was finished, but I've managed to push through each time because, even if it didn't turn out perfect, I knew it was worth finishing (even if the home stretch was fueled by spite lol). After it's done, I always need to take a big step back, and then I revisit it with a fresh perspective when I'm ready. Even though it might not have ended up like I wanted, I usually end up appreciating my work for what it turned out to be once those negative feelings have calmed a little. After all, the audience can't see the vision in your head, just the work you put out there, so they'll just enjoy it for what it is! ^^

>I also really like that she says that it's okay to feel those negative feelings about projects that 'failed'. Being told/ telling yourself to cheer up and not feel down about something never actually helps you feel better, it just makes you feel bad about feeling bad, which makes it very hard to stop feeling bad! It's much better to feel your feelings so you can process them instead of burying them, even if it's hard at the time. It's also good to remember that, whenever you do something, there is always a chance of 'failure', and the best way to handle that is to look at it as an opportunity to learn what went wrong so you can do better next time. A master had failed more times than a novice has tried (that's the only way to become a master!) ✅

>DO NOT THROW AWAY YOUR '''''BAD'''' ART!! EVER!!! You will look back on it someday and be able to say, 'wow, I sure have come a long way! c:' and you would be surprised how much it might mean to other people. I have boxes of sketch books dating back to when I was a tween, and it's absolutely crazy to see how much improvement I've made over the past 15 years. Hell, I look back at the art I made 3 years ago and think the same thing! But, I don't delete those drawings because I did my very best on them at the time, and despite the flaws I see in them now, they mean a lot to other people, which means a lot to me 🤗💖💖💖

Thanks so much for sharing this with me, Meadow! I really appreciate it :D

#submission #k.e.w.k. answers #meadow chan #tw negative self talk #November 2022 was really rough for me because I felt like The Staycation was a complete flop #BUT I WORKED MY ASS OFF AND LEARNED A TON AND AT LEAST SOME PEOPLE LIKED IT SO GODDAMNIT IT WAS WORTH IT 😤💖💖💖#Youtube

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birdmenmanga · 1 year

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fic snippets retrieved from my broken phone under the cut and also some psychoanalysis about my stories

Tater Tots

as I vaguely recalled the first half of tater tots just didn't have enough exposition to make it good and I think I WILL have to rewrite all of it LOL. but I did go off on this interaction between canary, robin, and miguel (I'm going to have to go replace all the --s with —s but that's a problem for later)

But man I don't know what was in the water when I wrote the second half of it but it fucking HITS

ehh there's some stuff in the middle. I think the exposition on Sybil and Luther gets a bit repetitive; I need to consolidate that stuff (I think overall I'm just not as good at exposition because I tend to work in comics and therefore it's a skill I just straight-up have less exp in)

damn I didn't mean to snip so much of it but like this all hits really hard. some of this prose is genuinely insane— remembers a version of herself who didn't know of a greater fear? hello? and in consuming him, he consumes it back??? Hello?? on one hand what the hell did I mean by that but on the other it makes perfect sense and I'm not changing a word of that paragraph

anyways I really like this dynamic where Miguel and Robin WANT the best for each other, but Miguel never learned how to build healthy relationships and Robin has closed herself off so much and formed herself into the mold of the queen that she can't help him with that anymore. and as a result Miguel, akin to a fish knocking over shit in is aquarium, keeps doing these things in order to goad Robin into engaging with him and hopefully making her realize that she deserves moments of joy and happiness in her life instead of marinating in her grief nonstop. and it doesn't fucking work!! and they're just horrible and passive aggressive about it!!

and so luther and sybil, who are like two kids caught in the custody of a horrible divorce, have to deal with their inane shit. sybil has no fucking clue what normal relationships are like either, and so it falls on luther to call them out on their bullshit. but he's a kid too!! he doesn't know how to handle this maturely either!! so all he can say is, get your shit together guys this isn't MY job!!

anyways this fic means a lot to me, in part because I'm fascinated by Miguel and Robin's relationship, that Miguel is one of the only people who remember the old Robin and how he copes with knowing that ghost, and in part because there are only like??? 3 miguel/robin fics on ao3??? which is a crying shame!! I think they're the most painful embodiment of the "the more things change the more things stay the same" sentiment in the whole cast and it's just delicious.

(addendum: I think this is the same appeal I find in Suletta and Elan-4's relationship actually. being the only person haunted by a ghost of someone who still exists, but... also doesn't exist anymore)

Chasm

This one is really funny. I wrote this originally with the intention of posting it as a "Happy Valentine's Day" sort of fic but then I had a moment of clarity halfway through and went "This is not a Happy Valentine's Day fic." and dropped this to write Homecoming at the speed of light.

I think it very clearly shows that the most self-indulgent of my fics are the ones where one guy is deeply infatuated with another guy, who does in fact indulge the former in his desires but somehow it's still not enough for him LOL. Karasuma is clearly going through it in this fic, but at some point I guess I felt bad about dropping him down the plinko so much I switched to bullying Sagisawa instead (about, like, practically the exact same issues), but well. Here. Apologies for the insufferable graphic design but unfortunately I'm too lazy to make it more sufferable

man who WAS I, writing so easily from Takayama's point of view?? Every time I see this bit I'm always so surprised. Like wow wait we're in HIS head now?? what???

LOLLLL this bit is soooo mean to karasuma but I don't know... it still strikes me as very true... Karasuma will forever live in the shallow comfort that he'll be haunted by Takayama's presence forever <3 never being able to leave that part of his past behind <3 and yet never being able to move forwards and beyond this relationship either <3 <3 <3

(this is not strictly true in every post-canon timeline of mine and in particular I feel like I have to emphasize that I think in the right circumstances with the right amount of work put in from both parties they COULD fix their relationship. make it something workable. but it's a LOT of work, and I think the only fic of mine where it actually works out between them IS chorus... because it's the only one that's long enough for things to change and develop in any meaningful way. oh, and I guess homecoming. lol!)

LOL I WROTE EISHI TO BE SO SAD AND PATHETIC. It's sooo funny to me. like lol. suffer, little guy ! I think it's really funny that in both tater tots and chasm I EXPLICITLY said, in-text, that miguel and karasuma were pathetic guys and I think it's great. they ARE pathetic. get it together

like this is so funny to me. I know for a fact that when I first wrote this (I think it must have been... January?) I definitely didn't view Sagisawa as a wet and pathetic kind of guy but in these past months he definitely leveled up a lot in that department so this interaction is even funnier to me now. local pathetic guy assures his friend that while he is also pathetic he's really doing pretty good, all things considered

I think I was going in a pretty interesting direction in this fic, even though I can't see myself finishing it now. The premise was more or less along the lines of, Takayama becomes a drifter that Karasuma only gets to see like once a year or so and yet can't let go of, and in a moment of desperation he has sex with him, which does not actually make things better and arguably makes things worse. (Only for Karasuma, though. I think Takayama comes out the other side completely unaffected)

The details get a bit hazy here, but I'm pretty sure Karasuma talks to Sagisawa to try and sort out his feelings, and Sagisawa essentially asks him, well what's wrong with the fact that he doesn't love you back? Isn't the act of loving meant to be a selfless thing? Why MUST you receive something in return for your feelings for him? I mean, for example, I've loved you all these years for who you are, without any expectation for anything in return, and I don't mind the fact that it's like this, which I think is so disarming to Karasuma that he kind of needs to sit against a wall for two weeks straight.

I'm fairly certain this was meant to be a fic where NOBODY ended up with ANYBODY and I think that's what really cemented my thought of "yeah no this is definitely not a Valentine's fic what the HELL am I on about". The title, Chasm, refers to the uncrossable distance between Takayama and Karasuma... but then again, isn't it something beautiful as well? To admire something from a distance? To love something without the need for it to belong to you?

So I guess rather than a ship fic... it's a letting go fic??? I really don't know at this point. It's been soooo long since I looked at or thought about this fic...

Spark

But thematically speaking, I think that definitely tracks. Right before I was writing Chasm, I was working on Spark, which was a Souyoshi fic. (Kekkaishi) In particular, the bit about Shuuji and Sumiko strikes me as playing with very similar ideas as the ones in Chasm.

Spark is honestly a hot mess and it was my first venture into fic writing after a very long time of not having done any writing at all, and I can say with confidence that I don't plan on finishing it now. But I think that's going to happen is that the themes are going to get recycled and put into Confession, which I think has a similar premise of only one person being in love in a longstanding, established relationship. (This isn't what Spark was really about, but Spark got derailed into having plot and the narration style changed so drastically it might as well have become two separate fics by the time I quit)

I don't know. After looking back on all these documents I really feel like I... don't write romances, actually? I don't know why I'm so surprised by this. Not to psychoanalyze myself through my work, but like it literally has never been about romance. Not the architect, EXPLICITLY not so in the crow, and I think Tattoo to Tomorrow is the only one where I said "this will be a romance". And even so it wasn't about the romance; the romance was the given, not the drama.

I think maybe as someone who spends almost their entire time being in love with other people, I expected to write a lot about it, because write what you know, right? But it was actually the opposite... maybe because of this, it becomes all the more apparent to me that loving, and being loved, simply isn't enough. That having a fulfilling life, especially socially, doesn't hinge on having a partner, but on having a place for you.

I think you can see it especially clearly in Breaking Stasis, actually. I tried SO hard to make that a romance, and I'm sure people did see it as one, but to me, personally, it wasn't about love. Love alone couldn't save Kaito from his personal hellscape. It wasn't Shinichi's love that pulled him out; it was his promise that there was a place for Kaito in real life that broke him out of his false utopia.

#just thinking thoughts...#stray bird thoughts #there's stuff from tater tots (miguel/robin fic? kind of?)#chasm (takaeishi... not really though????????)#and a little bit about spark (souyoshi fic but the important part is about shuuji and sumiko)#mostly it's just interesting to pick my brain about WHY I'm writing these and what draws me to certain ideas more than others #I don't actually expect anyone to read this btw. but I think it's interesting to me... maybe someone else will find it interesting as well

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