#Been going through it so I wrote a fic about it. Sorry my first drabble here is hurt comfort

[eclipses-of-the-heart]

A bad night turns into a bad morning turns into a bad day, luckily you have someone to help.

Eclipse centric with sprinkles of sun and moon.

Tags: minimal dialog / non sexual intimacy (they give you a shower and help you get dressed) / romantic connotations / no use of y/n / reader dissociates a little / hurt comfort

It starts with a night of tossing and turning. With too much going on in your head for you to be able to find a comfortable position and shut out the thoughts. When you do finally manage to drift into sleep it transfers to a new mistake. 

Turning your alarm off in your sleep.

You oversleep nearly an hour before a hand, warm and gentle as ever, rouses you with more worry than you can bear. 

You try your hardest not to be cross with him as you scramble out of bed. It's not his fault, never his fault. 

But you can't help the anger that wells up at yourself for being so careless, so stupid. 

You rush through a shower, deny your suns offer of a quick breakfast and brush out the door hoping you haven't been fired. 

Luckily your manager buys your pitiful made up excuse about traffic being terrible and you live to see another day in retail. 

Of course this only makes your day worse. You spend too many hours being overworked and underpaid. Too many hours taking more abuse for people who didn't understand how to treat minimum wage employees. 

You spend your time thinking about how everyone should mandatorily work retail. 

You try not to think about the disappointment on his face when you skipped his breakfast. 

You try not to think about the fact that it had already probably been ready for you and was now rotting cold in the fridge. Or worse, tossed out. 

Your day passes slowly and uneventfully. The yelling and griping from members of the public has long since been droned to background noise in your day. It drags at you sure, but it is typical. 

You're used to it. 

You're used to a lot of things these days. 

You clock out more tired and sore than you were this morning. It's nothing new, but it weighs heavier on you than it used to. 

Everything did these days. 

You stop on your way home to pick up a treat. Some ice cream and a pack of stickers, hoping it would make up for your terrible blunder this morning. 

He won't blame you. 

He never does and something about that hurts you more than if he would be cross with you. 

You pull into your driveway only fifteen minutes past your usual arrival time. You pretend not to notice your blinds shift as he peeks through the curtains to see if you were heading inside already or not. 

You don't. 

You sit for a few minutes slumped forward with your head pressed against your steering wheel, waiting for this wave of guilty nausea to pass so you didn't have to look him in the eyes while it was still fresh. 

It's only the fear of your ice cream melting that finally pushes you from your car into the cold of the evening. 

You hurry through to the warmth inside your house. The lights are still on, a good sign. 

"Sun, I'm home." 

You try so, so hard to keep the exhaustion from your tone. 

He does not reply back, but a noise shifts ahead of you. 

You are not greeted by him. 

You are greeted by them.

Eclipse towers over you on a normal day, but with your slumped posture almost seems that he is touching your ceiling. 

You try to keep yourself from immediately assuming that their combination has happened because you upset your Sun this morning. 

It doesn't work. 

You feel yourself crack just a little more around the edges as the wave of guilt you so successfully shoved down returns on a new tide. 

"I brought ice cream." 

It's all you can muster as you look up at them, lifting the bag in your hands and desperately trying not to let the cracks show through in your voice. 

Too many hands come towards you. 

One snags the bag from your hand, another snakes over your head to close the door and bar the cold back to where it belongs. Two more scoop you from your spot by the door, cradling you in a way that makes you crack in another way. Two more find your coat, peeling it away and letting the warm air of the house hit your goosebumps. 

Six today, you note idley.

One, now free of its duty with the door brushes through your hair, another plucks the bagy of stickers from the grocery bag. 

You barely register the excited exclaim that your sun makes through their voicebox. 

You don't notice the rumble of your moon shushing him. 

You simply float as Eclipse moves you from one room to another. 

The ice cream is carefully shut into the freezer for later. A plate is collected from the kitchen table and then you are moving rooms again. 

The living room blurs around you, try as you might nothing comes into focus except the pinpricks of contact that Eclipse makes with your skin. 

The tv flickering on only adds static to the fog you feel yourself drift to and fro in. 

The scratch of metal against porcelain startles you, brings you back to the present enough to see a fork hovering just in front of your face, a bite of rice balanced carefully on the prongs. 

You do not fight this either. Letting each bite of food and gentle push and pull of warm, warm hands settle you back into yourself. 

By the time the plate is scraped clean your head feels clear once more. You are sore, tired yes, but no longer feel as though you are swimming through television static. 

The hands don't stop. Even after you have relaxed against Eclipse's form they pet at you, drawing gentle touches down your sides, over your arms and through your hair. 

They whisk you away to help you do all the things that feel out of reach. The plate is deposited in the sink while you stay tucked close to them. You rest your chin over their shoulder as they drift to another room. 

The shower is turned on, water adjusted to temperature. There is no asking before they carefully help you shed your clothes. 

The warm water mingles with the warmth of their body as they hold you under the spray. Your eyes drift close as large hands drag through your hair and smooth a rag over your body, soothing away the aches and grime of the day with the scent of fresh linens and sunflowers. Lavender rains down your shoulders as fingers scrub away the itches in your scalp. 

Just as quickly as everything else this evening the warmth of the water cuts and you are whisked from the shower. Never sat down, many hands simply shift your body, drying you and wrapping you in the softest towel you own. 

Extra hands make drying two bodies easy, though silicon does not hold water as tight as skin. Once they are sure their deeds will not be left behind in the hallway, even steps carry you away once again. 

The bedroom it seems has already been prepared. 

Fairy lights keep the room lit but not too bright. The soft hum of a heater buzzes, warming the room comfortably while you stay in nothing but your towel. 

Finally you are set free from their hands. Perched on the edge of the bed where you are left to wait while they move to the dresser, pulling open several drawers at once to retrieve the items they wanted. 

"Hands up~!" 

Their disjointed speech no longer bothers you. In fact it is almost easy for you to tell now which one of them had more control over the words they spoke, or when they connected true and well. 

Your sun spoke to you now, but Eclipses gentle face still smiled back at you. 

You raised your arms for them.

You are dressed with gentle efficiency, hands lingering perhaps a bit more than they needed to as they smoothed your shirt into place and held underwear still for you to push your legs into, but you didn't mind. 

You never minded anymore. 

"Stay," your moons voice grumbles from their shared voice box once you are sufficiently dressed. 

They were gone for only a moment, returning with the carton of ice cream you had purchased and a pair of spoons. You didn't question it. It seemed like a good night forgo bowls to you too. 

The bed creaks in protest at the weight of them settling into the mattress behind you. You had long since forgotten your bed frame. It had snapped in two the first night they had crawled into bed with you, a night much like this, but they had been the ones frightened and seeking comfort. 

They didn't have dreams of the fire much anymore. 

A mattress and box spring on the floor was perfectly fine with you anyways you preferred the closeness to the ground. 

You settled back against them when they were fully situated in bed with a leg tucked around either side of you. 

Hands gently bundled you into the blankets of your bed, tucking you expertly to lock in as much of their warmth as possible. 

Another fished your phone from the bedside table, and a third handed you your spoon. 

The container of ice cream was cracked open as you focused into your phone for a moment, idly pulling up a streaming site and selecting a movie you didn't care too much about. 

You absently noticed Eclipse take a spoonful of ice cream themselves. Listened to the creek of their mouth sliding open and the faint hiss of their internal combustion system destroying their first bite. 

You wondered if ice cream was sugary enough that they wouldn't need to charge tonight. 

You don't ask. 

Instead you took a spoonful of ice cream yourself, and let yourself get lost in their warmth, and the quiet mumble of the movie on your phone. 

Tomorrow was a new day and they would help you weather it, no matter what may come, but for now. This was all you needed. 

[sl-ut]

Wait a sequel to the drunk reader partying fic drabble thing where abbys trying to get you to drink water and you're refusing and arguing with her in your drunk state insisting you're fine LMAOOO (you're not)

party girl

pairing: college!abby anderson x fem!reader

description: the cheer team won nationals, and they’re ready to party. only problem is, there’s a team-only pregame, which means abby can’t keep track of how much her girlfriend has to drink.

warnings: alcohol consumption, reader is VERY drunk in this, some creepy men (ew always), making out, femme reader, cursing, i was sorta rlly high when i wrote this sorry excuse any badness

words: 1.2K

date posted: 06/04/24

more college!abby

it's quite rare for abby to go to a party without her girlfriend. in fact, abby typically only goes as a formality, but she likes when her girl makes an effort to come with her. unfortunately for her, the cheer team decided that they would be having a squad-only pregame, which meant that abby would be wrapped into driving her drunk friends around before (and probably after) the party. at least she was getting a pretty steady stream of snaps from her girl throughout the night, but as soon as she starts getting the ones from nora, she gets worried.

they're all videos of y/n shotgunning, funneling, and demolishing lines of shots in record time. normally, she wasn't very possessive over her girlfriend, but she knew from their very early relationship that y/n could not handle her liquor, so she knew she was in for quite the treat when she got there.

but she could not have imagined what she was about to see the moment she walked into the crowded house. it took her a moment to truly realise what kind of spectacle could have caused every frat guy in a mile radius to flock together so wildly, until she realised that her girlfriend was swaying to the music atop the kitchen table, her skirt hiked up over the meat of her thighs and she didn't even seem to be aware of it.

abby quickly pushed her way through the crowd of boys, roughly shoving one of the ones at the front who had been attempting to angle his phone to get a proper up-skirt shot. y/n's eyes popped open at the sound of her name, an excited grin appearing on her face as she all but leaped off of the table and into her arms (thank god for all those muscles).

she laughed as her girlfriend practically wrapped herself around her, pressing sloppy kisses against the side of her face.

"heyyyy baby," y/n smiled drunkenly up at her, "i've been waiting for you."

"seems like it," abby laughed, "you having fun?"

"more now that you're here," she leaned up to kiss her, and abby almost gagged at the taste of every alcohol she could name on her tongue. "we won today."

"i know, i was there. you were so so so good, beautiful."

"mhm," y/n smiled, "i love winning. i feel like such a winner right now."

abby was the first person to understand the feeling, it was the exact same rush of confidence she felt in her own veins after her own games. she had been excited to take to the stands this time around, watching and cheering for her girlfriend in the same way that she had always done for her.

"you are a winner, baby."

she fluttered her eyelashes at her, "and i can't wait for you to give me my reward later."

"reward?" abby asked, feigning innocence.

"oh please, i know you could tell what i was wearing under here," she pursed her lips, fingers tugging at her dark red bra strap, "if you aren't gonna give me my reward, i guess i'll have to take it for myself."

abby shook in head in disbelief, "you're gonna have to sober up some if that's what you were wanting."

y/n leaned in to tug abby's reddening earlobe between her teeth, "no matter how sober i get, i'll still be drunk on you baby."

"oh, that one was bad," abby tilted her head back as she laughed, one hand coming down to grasp at her girlfriend's lower back, "you're cheesy when you're drunk."

"what, are you lactose in tolerant all the sudden? maybe i'll have to find someone who likes my cheese."

abby gripped her hips, "okay, okay, i'm sorry. you know i love your cheese."

"i know," y/n grinned, "you can make it up to me by dancing with me."

abby nodded, "that i can do."

she allowed her girlfriend to lead her into the crowd of sweaty bodies, easily pressing herself into her back and holding her hips as she moved her hips into hers. she was happy enough to just sway side to side, let her girl do all of the heavy work as she ground her ass into her groin with one arm slung back and around abby's neck, holding on for dear life as the blonde began pressing kisses along the side of her throat.

y/n's body tipped to the side the a hard push, both of their attentions being turned to the tall brunette who scowled down at y/n with a mean stare.

"watch it, bitch."

abby doesn't even remember moving, just taking hold of the front of the girl's shirt in her fist, pulling her close and breathing her own warning into her face. y/n watched in amusement as the brunette shrunk at the threat and moved as quickly through the crowd as possible. y/n laughed with glee, hugging her girlfriend tightly.

"you are so so so sexy when you get protective over me."

abby took her by the hand, pushing her ahead and guiding her by her hips to the kitchen, where they were quickly recruited to join nora and manny in a game of beer pong. abby reassured her girlfriend by promising to grab her a new drink (it was just a coke), and snickering behind her hand at how oblivious her girlfriend was to her scheming. once the cup was empty, abby changed her tactic to offering her girlfriend shot after shot of water under the guise of vodka, laughing to herself when her girlfriend commented on how drunk she must be if it wasn't burning her throat so badly.

after winning the game, y/n decided that it was time to sneak away with her girlfriend to the bathroom, where she made quick work of her top as she made a rather sloppy seduction attempt. abby had to use every ounce of her self control to push her hands away as y/n tried to unbuckle her belt.

"c'mon baby," abby groaned as she felt her hot tongue drag across her collar bone, the first few buttons of her shirt having been undone the moment that the door had been shut behind her, "cut that out."

"what? you don't want me?" she whined.

"i do, believe me i do," she groaned, taking her hands in her own and forcing her to look at her, "but not here, and not while you're this drunk."

y/n groaned, "sometimes i hate how good of a person you are."

abby chuckled and kissed her on the cheek, "i know, i know, me too. now let's get some water into you because i do plan on giving you that reward tonight."

[sunshinereddie]

so lots of people seemed to enjoy my firefighter eddie/paramedic richie au which is super fun for me, because it's also a fav of mine hehe...... and i just couldn't help but write a little something something about it.

this is not going to turn into a full fic, i see yall asking and i hear ya, however unfortunately i do not have the time or energy to start a whole new actual fic (sorry....), but i just couldn't stop thinking about these losers so i had to write a little thing for them<3 if anyone enjoys this maybe i'll use this au as writing practice/warmup and just make little ficlets about it lol.

anyways, firefighter eddie/paramedic richie drabble under the cut! (also it's been a long time since i last wrote reddie, and really have done any writing in general, so pls excuse & forgive me if my writing is a little rusty T^T)

Not to brag or anything, but Richie was a superhero.

Well, at least... that's what he told the kid in the ambulance.

The kid couldn't have been older than seven, crying so hard that his Spiderman pyjamas were wet with tears and snot from using his shirt to wipe his face. He was screaming so loud that Richie couldn't get a word in sideways, and even when he did speak, he doubted the kid could hear him.

Not that Richie could blame him, of course. After all, the kid had been woken up to his bedroom in flames, the sound of screaming in his house, and a stranger climbing in through his window to pull him out. Not to mention... he was still the only one who had gotten out so far. Hell, if Richie was in his shoes, he'd be screaming as well.

But Richie wasn't in his shoes. Richie was a paramedic, he was here to save lives- he had to be the strong one, and he was going to do everything in his power to help this kid. And judging by the Spiderman pyjamas the kid was wearing and the Batman plushie he'd been holding tightly onto when he was rescued, Richie had a pretty good idea of something that might help.

"Hey, kid, no need to cry!" he said, putting on a brave, confident voice. "I'm... Super Richie, and I'm here to save you!"

Just as Richie had hoped, his words caught the kid's attention just enough to stop the screaming, enough for him to look up at Richie through watery eyes. "You... are you a su-superhero?"

Richie nodded, placing his fists on his hips and puffing his chest out. "You bet I am! And guess what?" He turned slightly, stretching his arm out to gesture at the rest of the paramedics and the firefighters rushing around the scene. "They're all superheroes too!"

The kid sniffed, bringing a hand up to wipe his nose. "Really?"

Richie nodded. "Yup! We're all here to help you and your family, okay? But right now, I'm going to need you to help me as well, do you think you can do that?"

The kid was silent for a moment, thinking, before he sat up a little straighter, and Richie couldn't help but think that he was trying to mimic the superhero stance that Richie had taken. The kid nodded, and Richie smiled wider. "Awesome," he said. "Now, I'm going to ask you to take some big deep breaths for me, okay? Slow breath in, slow breath out- that's it! Okay, you keep doing that, and I'm just going to take a look at you and make sure that none of that nasty fire got to you, alright?"

With the kid having calmed down significantly, Richie got to work. He checked for burns or any other wounds, and thankfully found none. The kid had been extremely lucky to have gotten rescued quite early on, but Richie still thoroughly made sure that he hadn't suffered any injuries. As he was checking the kid's breathing, listening for any signs of difficulty due to smoke inhalation, the kid spoke up for the first time since he'd stopped crying.

"Are my mommy and daddy okay?"

Richie's heart sunk. The firefighter who had pulled the kid out had brought him to the ambulance furthest away from the fire- so he wouldn't be able to see his house going up in flames... or anybody getting pulled out. It had been a while since emergency services had arrived on the scene, and Richie didn't want to make any assumptions... but he'd been to his fair share of fires to know that there was a time limit to getting people out.

He was lost for words, not knowing how to respond to the kid without lying, without breaking his heart... but thankfully, he didn't have to. Because right then, a loud cry cut through the night, and Richie turned to see a man and a woman running and full speed towards them. Both of them were disheveled, their faces and clothes dark with ash and grime, the man's shirt practically burned off, but they were alive. They were being followed by Mike, one of Richie's fellow paramedics, who was politely urging them not to run, to please return to the ambulance, but neither the man nor woman seemed to be listening- they had their sights set on the kid in the ambulance, and they didn't slow until they had pushed past Richie and were holding their little boy in their arms.

Richie had basically been finished with his checkup, so he took a step back and allowed the family reunion. When Mike caught up to them, Richie gave him a look that said Give them a minute, and Mike nodded, standing by Richie has he caught his breath.

Richie was watching the woman check her son all over for any injuries, as if he wasn't currently sitting in an ambulance with a paramedic right there, when he heard footsteps approaching, and then the sound of someone clearing their throat. Then, there came a polite "Excuse me", and Richie's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voice.

Everyone- the family, Richie, and Mike- turned around at the voice, to see one of the firefighters approaching them. He must have been on the crew that had gone into the house for the rescue, for his uniform was darkened from the fire, and he still wore the protective mask and helmet that covered his face. Richie was confused for a moment as to why he was here when, you know, there was a fire to be put out... until he held his arms out, and cradled in them was a small, ash-covered kitten- trembling, but meowing fiercely.

The little boy gasped and jumped out of the ambulance, running over to the firefighter and taking the cat from him. "You saved Mittens!" he exclaimed, as the cat immediately became more comfortable in his owner's arms, curling up and nuzzling its face against the boy's. The kid looked up at the firefighter, his eyes once again filled with tears, but this time, with a big smile on his face. "Thank you, superhero!"

The firefighter reached out and gave the kid a gentle clap on the shoulder, then stepped out of the way as Mike began to guide the family back to the other ambulance- leaving Richie and the firefighter standing there together.

Richie barely had the chance to open his mouth before the firefighter was ripping his helmet off and turning on Richie, sending him a glare so cold it could have single-handedly put out the fire.

"Not. A. Word," Eddie Kaspbrak snapped.

Richie raised an eyebrow, bringing his hand up to place it on his chest. "What ever do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"Don't play dumb, Tozier," Eddie replied.

"I'm not! I was just going to congratulate you on another life saved- I mean, just think about it- how many cats is that you've rescued throughout your career now? Ten? And this one you saved from an actual fire, not just from a tree or a rooftop! My, my, the city should give you an award for this."

Eddie glared at him, and Richie's grin grew larger. "I also pulled that kid from the house," he said, matter-of-factly.

"Isn't that your whole job, Mr. Fireman?"

"I swear, one day I'm going to-"

"Kaspbrak!" The booming voice came so quickly, so loudly, that it made both Richie and Eddie flinch, turning simultaneously to see the Fire Captain walking past a few feet behind them. "I sent you over here to get checked out, not to chat!" he barked. "Get to it!"

Eddie nodded as the Fire Captain walked past, all while mumbling something under his breath that Richie couldn't quite catch, but was sure wasn't anything nice. He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head in question as he looked back at Eddie. "What was that about?" he asked.

Eddie refused to meet his eyes as he let out an irritated sigh. "Captain noticed that my... my air tank was broken when I came out of the fire," he said, his voice softer, though still distinctly annoyed. "Broken latch, or something- it wasn't secured. There's a good chance I was breathing in smoke the entire time I was in there."

At no point did Eddie ask for Richie's help, but Richie knew that Eddie would rather run back into a burning building than ask Richie for help, so Richie didn't wait. His smile remained on his face, though most of the smugness was replaced with the care he showed to all his patients, as he removed his plastic gloves to switch them out for a clean pair.

"Come on," he said, nodding towards the open ambulance doors. "Take a seat. Go on, Eds, doctor's orders."

"Don't call me that. And you're not a doctor."

"Ouch- spitting fire there, Eds. Not very heroic of you."

"Bite me."

[armysantiny]

The Pale Idol – PSH

P: Seonghwa x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, fantasy, drabble | Inc: Baldur's Gate 3 au, vampire elf!Seonghwa, Seonghwa is basically Astarion, tiefling!reader, mentioned Jongho, mentioned Wooyoung, tiefling!Wooyoung, makeup artist!reader, mentioned San, drow!San, implied Hongjoong mention, high half elf!Hongjoong| Wc: 1.1k | W: mentioned blood, old bite marks | R: G

Min's notes: This idea struck and would not leave me until I wrote it out. This fic's quality is questionable lmao, but I like it and that's enough for me. If I like this enough I'll do headcanons abt what the other members are lol. Also fuck tumblr's 5 link/tags per line thing-

Seonghwa lifts his head from his phone when his name is called, abandoning the green room’s sofa in favour of the stool his makeup artist is calling him to. He’s not the last one to have his hair and makeup done, but he has been able to relax while the others get ready. Precious minutes of simply sinking into the sofa and scrolling through the device in his hand.

Once he settles in his chair, his head turns to y/n, politeness melting away into a smile. They’ve got the brightest expression on their face, an eagerness he can feel in abundance. It’s rather charming, and a wonderful start to his day.

Even if he’s feeling a tad bit peckish.

“Morning to you too, y/n,” he chuckles, letting the Tiefling go about putting on his makeup for the group’s upcoming stage. “You seem excited today, something lifting your spirits?”

“Hm? Oh, yes! I have this new palette, you have to see the shades, Seonghwa, it’s going to highlight your eyes perfectly for this stage!” Y/n answers, bringing over the eyeshadow palette in question for Seonghwa to inspect. Much to their luck—and intuition—the makeup gets the idol’s seal of approval, and y/n gets to work right away. And Seonghwa is just the perfect client; holding himself just how y/n needs him to, closing his eyes exactly when needed.

The perfect symbol of grace, Park Seonghwa is.

Just as their close attention comes to an end and y/n goes to put their equipment away, the Tiefling’s gaze catches on something. It’s so small, so inconspicuous, clearly a small miracle they ever notice it at all. Hidden just below Seonghwa’s collar, in the crook of his neck, are two little scars.

And old vampire bite. Pale skin, the red eyes, the bite…

“Am I free to sit back on the sofa..?” Seonghwa’s watching them. Right. He’s caught them staring, surely the elf is uncomfortable.

“Yes! Yes, sorry, of course… you’re free to go.”

“Great. Thank you as always, y/n. Can we talk later?”

Later. The promise of conversation after the day’s recordings is daunting. Why he even suggested it in the first place, Seonghwa can’t recall. Y/n had seen it, his bite marks, and now he owes them an explanation, at the very least. Or a well-meaning half-truth if he has the heart to lie to them. His brow furrows, or well he supposes they do because Seonghwa feels a stare burning into the side of his head, San watching him with all-too-knowing eyes.

Damn the Drow for being so observant and empathetic. But San is a ray of sunshine, warm and loving, so all is forgiven. As it always is.

“Hyung,” San begins, “everything alright? Do you need..?”

“No, no, I’m okay,” and he is, “just a few things on my mind. It’s nothing to worry about, San-ah, promise.” Seonghwa isn’t lying. There isn’t anything—or at very least there shouldn’t be—to worry about. The performance will go well, he’ll smooth things over will y/n and maybe he’ll bother their high half-elf leader for a bite or two once night falls.

The performance ends almost as soon as it begins, adrenaline coursing through Seonghwa’s undead veins as the music comes to an end. Even as the idol works his charms for the close-up camera shot and the audience screams their praises, the prospect of confronting y/n hangs back in the crevices of his mind. Just like that horrifying mindflayer tadpole he once harboured, but that’s neither here nor there. So, after a few minutes of waving to fans onstage, Seonghwa tags along with his members and heads backstage, the green room and a darling Tiefling awaiting him.

What fun.

Y/n can barely look Seonghwa in the eye when he and the others walk back in, hands clamming up while they spend another minute or two or three distracting themselves with mundane tasks. How are they supposed to confess to the vampire that they’ve figured out that Seonghwa isn’t just an elf? It’s a small miracle in of itself that Jongho pulls them aside, needing y/n’s assistance, a clasp stuck on the idol’s mic pack.

“…mind if I interrupt?” y/n nearly jumps out of their own skin as Jongho’s clasp comes unstuck. Hells, was Seonghwa always this good at moving around silently?

“Nothing to interrupt,” they say, composure recovered, “is this going to be a private conversation?”

He nods. Very well, they can give him that much.

Following Seonghwa to a rather unused section of the green room, y/n stays decidedly quiet. Sure, the Tiefling knows, but this is Seonghwa’s secret to share. It’s not hard to see the nerves play out on his face either, the way the elf’s expression holds itself a little too stiff.

And then y/n blinks when Seonghwa just comes out with it.

“I should have told you sooner, y/n, really,” the elf continues, “but surely, my friend, you understand just how risky it is to admit my nature as a vampire. Especially in this line of work.” They understand. Of course they understand.

“I do, Seonghwa, really. And thank you for telling me, though…” y/n trails off, reaching for Seonghwa’s hands when said elf stares at them with panicked eyes. “It’s nothing bad, I promise! I didn’t want to intrude on your revelation, just now, but I did figure it out. Earlier.”

Never has the Tiefling seen Seonghwa so flustered before. They watch the way he clears his throat, avoids looking at them for all of ten seconds before plastering on a nervous grin.

“How— how did you..?”

Y/n launches into their explanation, suddenly very aware that they probably should have brought up their suspicions ages ago. Like how they hadn’t wanted to point out how rare it is for high elves to have crimson-red eyes, or how the idol is paler than most and spends a little longer just observing his own reflection. Not that y/n always knew, but the old bite mark did play a decently large part in them finally putting two and two together.

“I was that obvious, was I?”

“…a bit?” Seonghwa groans. His hair falling across his face as he hangs his head in defeat. All that effort, all that time spent crafting his illusion and y/n figured it all out. Just like that. Now they’re laughing! All bashful and giggly and—

Hells below he wants to hide.

“My dear, can we please put this conversation to bed? Preferably before I go and ask Wooyoung to smite me?”

Y/n nods, not without stifling the rest of their laughter.

Thank the hells.

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First Kisses | WayV

WayV - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 1.8k total

Pairing: WayV x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of WayV!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Kun is not only my WayV bias, but my NCT bias, and even past that, he is my ultimate bias.

PSS. I used Google Translate for Yangyang's part, so if its wrong, sorry~

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Kun

"Can you stop eating my ingredients, you're almost as bad as Chenle." Kun sighed, lightly smacking your hand as it went to the bowl of carrots he had cut up. You pouted with a huff but pulled your hand back. You loved watching him cook… Honestly, you loved watching him do everything and anything. Your eyes travelled over him once again, lingering on his handsome face. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He teased, that trademark smirk of his spreading across his face. Kun fully smiled when you scoffed, trying to play it off, looking away. "I don't need to take a picture; I can see you whenever I want." You rested your chin on your palm, trying to sound dismissive. Your best friend hummed, dropping the issue, continuing to cook as you continued to watch him. Your night continued as normal leading up to you sitting on the counter next to him as he did the dishes. "Are you sure you don't want help?" "Nope, stay there." He didn't even look your way. From your elevated position, you were eye-level with him, and close. The proximity never used to mean anything, but now you had the biggest crush on him, unlike any before. You had been lost in thought, staring at his hands, only snapping out of it when he moved to stand in front of you. Kun stood between your legs, bringing him even closer; your face grew warm. "You can see me best like this, but you're only looking at my lips." He had that stupid smirk again, so you leaned in to cover it with your own lips. Kun sighed, deepening your somewhat bashful kiss, hands resting on the counter at your sides. "You can do that anytime you want too."

Ten

"If you don't want to go so bad, why are you?" Ten glanced up from his phone to look at your reflection in the mirror. You were finishing up your hair and touching up your appearance. He was glad at least he was going to the work even with you, which should prevent any of your coworkers from asking you out. You weren't officially together, but that didn't mean he would let anyone approach you. "My boss heavily implied its mandatory." You sighed, messing with the various implements on your vanity to get the next one. You looked at him sitting behind you on your bed through the mirror. He looked stunning as usual, and you felt bad that, technically, your third date was going to be some company dinner party. After you were ready, you both headed off, and were immediately ambushed upon arrival. Your mostly female coworkers were all over Ten, no surprise. Eventually you stepped out onto one of the ballroom's balconies for some fresh air. "You okay?" Ten joined you, leaning on the railing next to you. You hummed, rubbing your temple and he huffed a laugh. Putting his hand on your shoulder, he turned you toward him, hand sliding down your arm to hold your own. You avoided his gaze, looking at your hands. His other one went to your chin to lift your head. He kissed you, not caring that anyone looking out could see. You whined when he pulled away, wanting it to continue despite the public setting. Ten winked, chuckling, "more later."

Winwin

It's not easy being desperately in love with your best friend of nearly twenty years. It's also not easy to not see your precious Sicheng as the cutest thing ever. You were in an odd predicament, not sure how to act with or toward him. You decided to go with the status quo, but apparently that was the wrong choice. "Why can't you treat me like a man?" He shouted as you got into the apartment, it took you aback. He never yelled. You could tell earlier he was upset, but you were not sure why. Was it that you wiped sauce off his face? You did that a lot though… "I-I didn't mean to treat you like a child-" "What?" "With the…" You motioned around your face. "Not that! The…" He licked his lips then pressed them together, the act drawing your gaze. "The, 'that's just Sicheng,' comment. Like I'm just another one of your siblings, or something." He sighed at your confused expression. "I want you to treat me like a man, like as a boyfriend. Not like a man as in an adult." He finally got out, not used to having to spell things out for you. "Like a boyfriend?" You repeated back, more to yourself, trying to process the information. Sicheng huffed in exasperation, stomping forward. His hands cupped your jaw, pulling you closer. Instead of the soft, gentle first kiss you had fantasized, it was intense. His little nibble on your bottom lip granted him further access, his tongue tasting yours. When you both pulled back for air, your face flushed a deep red. "Oh…"

Xiaojun

"Bella, wait!" You heard them before you could see them. You were taking your shoes off in the entry way and you heard claws scrambling on the floor, then the beagle dashed down the hall to you. "Hi, girl!" You beamed, kneeling to pet the excited pup. You heard Dejun's feet following and he stopped at the end of the hall, slightly out of breath. "Sorry, (Y/N)." He joined his pup, motioning for you to hand him the convenience store bag and you did so. Trying not to trip on the dog, you followed him into the apartment, joining him at the table to eat your snacks. "She loves you; you know." He nodded at the dog who was happily gnawing on the treat you got her. "I love her too. She's such a sweet dog…when she listens." You giggled and he rolled his eyes, groaning in agreement. Later you were sitting on the floor with her while he played some game on his Xbox. His eyes flitted down to watch his dog kiss you, licking all over your face and you sputtered where her tongue ran over your lips. He was feeling ridiculous, getting jealous over his dog licking you. "Bella, down!" He scolded and the dog sat down, both of you surprised by his sudden scolding. Getting off the floor, you sat next to him on the sofa, and he exhaled hard through his nose. "You okay?" "Why do you just let her kiss you like that?" He grumbled and you rose a brow in question. He huffed, pausing his game, and leaning over, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth. He smirked at your gaping face, continuing his game like nothing had just happened.

Hendery

Watching him dance really made you wonder what he was made of. It was like his joints were jelly, or he had no bones. How did he move like that? "Guanheng, what are you made of?" You asked from the couch. You two were the only ones in the dance studio. He stopped his wiggling in the mirror, and he laughed, coming to sit with you. "What do you mean?" "How are you so…loose." You flopped your wrist, letting your hand be limp. "Oh! Uh…" He chuckled, looking deep in thought. "I just always have been." He shrugged and you hummed, looking him over. He was so weird that you sometimes forgot how handsome he was. But just sitting there with you, he really was so gorgeous. "What? Is there something on my face." His fingers came to his cheek, rubbing at the skin and you shook your head. "No. You're just…" You blushed a bit, shy to finish your sentence, "really handsome." You couldn’t meet his gaze, but you felt him shift closer to you. His fingers gently rested on your chin, making you turn to look at him again. A small smile rested on his face, not a goofy or playful one. "You're gorgeous, too." He smirked, pulling you a bit closer so he could seal the compliment with a short kiss. Your eyes were still wide when he pulled back and he huffed in amusement at your reaction. "One day I'll show you how loose I can be~"

Yangyang

You wanted to give up. German just wasn't a language you could learn. There were too many similarities to English, just enough that it confused you. Yangyang sighed, trying again to get you to repeat after him. It wasn't like he was trying to get you fluent, not even conversational; he was just teaching you basic phrases. "If you ever go to Germany with me, you'll have to stay with me to communicate!" He insisted and you huffed. "Why can't I use English there, huh? It’s the international language!" "Yes, but people will like you more if you speak like them. Come on, at least try and learn how to order food." He tapped on the paper he had printed out again and you leaned forward to look closer at the black print. Sneering he rolled his eyes. "You're lucky you're so cute." He grumbled, taking the paper, and flipping it over so could try the words on the other side. Your reaction to his comment was delayed, and you finally snapped your head to look at him. "I'm what?" "Cute. Now try this one, it’s easy." Yangyang tried to brush off what he said, but you couldn't. "I'm cute?" "Yes." "Look in a mirror, Yang." You huffed, embarrassed, but looked over the prompts on the page. "I'm cute?" He grinned playfully and sent him an exaggerated glare. "Adorable." Your tone was aggressive, making the response hilarious, so he burst out laughing. You had a hard time not giggling along with him. "Kann ich dich küssen?" He spoke but you had no idea what he said. "Yes?" You replied, not knowing what you just responded to. Yangyang then hauled you closer, kissing you for one, two, three seconds, then pulled away. You blinked. "Niedlich~"

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Thank you so much for tagging me @jules-writes-stories @highlordofkrypton @achaotichuman

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I'm a but a wee babe in the ao3 world so just 7 but I have several WIP's that are on pause currently. I had originally had a fic planned for each day of Eris week but haven't been able to write in awhile so might be some time before those are published but once I start posting again you can expect Eris chaos to reign.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 36,487 I struggle to write long chapters and most of my works end up being around 2,500.

3. What fandoms do you write for? A Court of Thorns and Roses

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Shadows of Regret and Redemption| Azris - My first published work. A oneshot that grew legs and started to run. I am not completely happy with it thus far but I have the end plotted and I'm excited to eventually bring that to life.

Daughter of Autumn | Azris - Now this one absolutely shocked me with its popularity. Started as a fun little drabble for Gwyn Week 2024 and of course turned into Azris central.

The Beginning and End of Friendship | Azris - So many people screaming in the comments at me on this one. More screaming to come when I post part two I’m sure.

Two Souls Entangled| Azris - A tiny part of my soul via a short poem for Azris Week 2024.

Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls In Love: The End | Azris - This is the first piece I wrote for fanfiction and it is my precious baby. Only one chapter posted but I have several in need of editing before I publish the remainder. It's very heavy and I haven't had the mental space to read through it again.

5. Do you respond to comments? Every single one! They bring me so much joy. I have currently stayed away from my comment section for my own mental health but when I start posting again I will get back to everyone's comments, promise.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? All of my works are fairly heavy on the angst. TBaEoF comes to mind but I think for published works I’ll go with The Ending of Darkness which is a short little piece about @jules-writes-stories OC Mithras x Sylvan which I have a part 2 almost completed which is equally as angsty (sorry). Unpublished works definitely The Burning of Leaves and The Death of Shadows which are two fics I had planned for Eris week but are currently on pause (poor Eris I was really putting him through the wringer for Eris Week).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Daughter of Autumn. Mostly because Cassian has the closing line and he just always says the darndest things.

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have not, nor do I plan on it. Please don’t hate me 😅 Just not my writing jam. I love finding unique ways to explore a relationship and conveying those same emotions and feelings without the smut. That being said some of my favourite stories and authors use smut as such a wonderful exploratory storytelling device and it is delightful. I love reading others contributions to the smutsphere. So so many talented writers out there giving us all our smuttiest dreams. I truly do not think that my smut contribution is even necessary when you have things like To Become a Vanssera by @acourtofladydeath and Why Not Me by @thomasisaslut both absolutely rife with smut and use it beautifully to convey their story (albiet in very different ways).

9. Do you write crossovers? Not yet, and probably not ever because I can hardly keep up with writing ideas I have for one fandom.

10. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but it sounds delightful.

12. What is your all-time favorite ship? Azris most definitely for writing. I definitely have a big soft spot for Samwise and Rosie from LOTR (my husband is Samwise reincarnated and I am irrevocably in love with him). I have a WIP for Thesan and his lover and that dynamic and storyline has been so incredibly fun to explore as well.

13. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I started writing a Tarquin UTM oneshot that is incomplete and while I am still in love with the story I really struggled with writing the voice of Tarquin. This one will only ever get finished if I can finally figure out the right tone for this man’s internal dialogues.

14. What are your writing strengths? I have been told my writing reads like poetry which is one of the biggest compliments you could ever give me. I also love writing parallels but there’s definitely a lot of room for improvement there.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?  Editing haha. But actually, I find that my characters voices don’t feel very distinct and that there is a lot of overlap in the way they speak and think and it can be hard to distinguish who’s talking/thinking. I feel like my characters resemble a cookie cutter suburban neighborhood where the walls and trim might be a different colour but they’re all built exactly the same. If anyone has some tips please feel free to comment or message me!

16. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I absolutely love reading it but unfortunately the only other language I know isn’t really a language at all. Pidgin, which is basically just native slang. I was playing around with it in my Tarquin fic a bit but seemed a tad too niche.

17. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR in middle school. I have a printed multi chapter booklet that is a rewrite of Sam and Frodo’s journey through Mordor that I made for my English class one year.

18. Favorite fic you’ve written? My favourite multi chapter by another author is undoubtedly A Court of Shadows and Ashes by @futurehunt Mother Save Us From Your Twisted fate by @chunkypossum which got a stunning part 2 for Eris Week this year! My favorite of my own published works is either HHtFWFiL:TE or The Ending of Darkness. Of my unpublished works honesty The Burning of Leave or The Death of Shadows are both strong contenders. For non Azris I have a Beron fic WIP for @sjmvillainweek day 1 that will probably get prioritized over the other two.

No pressure tags (and sorry if you've already been tagged): @the-darkestminds @born-to-riot @chairofchaos @thomasisaslut @chunkypossum @acourtofladydeath @shadowsandlint

[blacklegsanjiii]

hello!! I have a small request if you don't mind!

I've come up with a rareship, which is now all I think about: Sanji x Penguin. The ship was created thanks to a video from a cosplayer and a few conversations with a friend, and ever since then they're all I've been thinking about. I would love for you to write a small drabble about them, if you have the time!! I love your fics, and that would absolutely make my day!

Thank you sm!! Keep up the good work<3

Thank you sm,

I do mind because my immediate thought was 'oh this would be good for Trafalgar!Sanji.' because Law is looking at one of his closest friends and seeing how he acts with his little brother when they meet again as adults and uhhhhhhhhh.... I love pissing Law off? Also here's the first Trafalgar!Sanji I made for more context if needed! Also, don't ask me for drabbles, I can't do those. This is long. (I'm so fucking sorry to everyone I am trying)

Like on Zou before Sanji gets taken in that small moment of reprieve they have they meet with the heart pirates and the way Shachi, Bepo, Penguin, and some other Heart Pirates are combing over the boy. They're all excited because they haven't really talked to him since before he set off from Baratie and they didn't get to talk on Sabaody. Nami is asking what's going on and Shachi slings an arm around Sanji's shoulders and Penguin around his waist and he blue screens as Shachi explains Sanji is Law's little brother and was on their crew first before they lost their first ship.

Ikkaku is asking Penguin if he's okay and Penguin can't help himself when he grabs the cook's waist and asks him how the fuck is waist is like that. Sanji is flustered and trying to get Penguin to let go when Shachi also grabs his waist. Bepo grabs Sanji and lifts him from them and Brook is yohohoing specifically at Penguin and says that is a very similar reaction most people have to their dear cook. All eyes are suddenly on Penguin who bolts and Sanji is confused.

Then Sanji leaves for WCI and Chopper is running to let them know. They're running to look and possibly help but Sanji is gone and it feels like when the storm hit again. The Heart Pirates upon reunitng with their captain let him know what's going on, and then Shachi and Ikkaku absolutely tell Law right in front of Penguin that Penguin is crushing on Sanji so hard. Law is looking at Penguin who is covering his face with his hat and grumbling about hurting them later and then he's explaining that Sanji has been taken and they went to help but it was too late. According to the deer Sanji is headed to a wedding for the Vinsmokes, like from Germa, and Big Mom. Law sighs and asks what the fuck could he have to do with them and Penguin argues back he has beef with Doflamingo because of his youth, maybe Sanji knew them somehow. Law growls but relents. Sanji kept everything from before Law tight lipped.

When they all depart Luffy is promises to Sanji back and the Tang is fuller than it's ever been and Penguin is looking through old recipes, things he wrote down over the years from their phone calls. Law and Zoro are there with him and Law asks him what he's doing and Penguin says Sanji's crew is used to his level of service so he might as well try. Law then presses that this has nothing to do with the crush he has on his little brother, just caring for the crew right? Penguin is looking at his captain with utter betrayal as Zoro starts asking questions, because what the fuck does Law mean the cook is his brother? Law and Penguin immediately focus on that because did he not listen to his crew? Zoro admits he zoned out for a bit because he wasn't worried about the cook, he disappears all the time and might come back a little scraped up but he always comes back. Law stiffens but doesn't disagree, he does however say that they've already lost Sanji twice so to forgive them if they are weary about his reassurances but they'll explain more to everyone over dinner and then Law wishes Penguin luck in feeding everyone and dips. The look of betrayal deepens as Penguin forces himself to not pay attention to the swordsman sitting at the table. Nope, he'll deal with that shovel talk later.

Over dinner, which is later than normal because of all the new mouths to feed, the Heart Pirates-or some of them at least- are asking questions about Sanji to Law and the Strawhats because of how recently they saw him. The Strawhats and Law answer what they can, Law tells his crew about Sanji fighting Doflamingo and Vergo, mentions Sanji's cooking has greatly improved in the years he's been away. The Heart Pirates go silent as they all stare at their captain and the visiting crew watch Law shambles himself out of the room as his some of his crew follow with shouts of capturing the man. Ikkaku, Penguin, and Jean stay in the cafeteria, the woman has a soft smile and the giant is confused, having been on the crew only for a couple of years, and Penguin is rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms so hard he feels like he could squish them.

"You know he was trying to rile up everyone." Ikkaku laughs at him.

"Yeah, I know. It's just with everything that's happened it kind of sucks we haven't gotten to really see him for more than a few hours in the last tennish years." Penguin says.

"Yet one hand on his waist and you were completely smitten." Jean smirks at him as Ikkaku laughs a little louder.

"Oh, sure, I get a crush on Sanji and I'm going to get the worst of the worst shovel talks from the world. You heard the skeleton, he said a lot of people react like that to Sanji!" Penguin defends himself.

"Mm, but you're on his brother's crew, not to mention our guests." Ikkaku smriks at him. "Alas, he's not eleven anymore, he did get hot. You think Captain is still going to bend to his every whim still?"

"If only because this would be the third time he didn't die." Penguin frowns.

"I'm sorry, third? Third time Sanji didn't die?" Usopp asks with worry and Jean doesn't look worried but curious as Robin and Zoro's eyes look at them sharply.

"The first would have been the storm that took him to the East Blue, he got washed away and Bepo was focused on saving Captain and the rest of us weren't strong enough to get him. The second would be Sabaody." Ikkaku said with a shrug making everyone go quiet.

"Wow, that sounds super rough." Franky said after a few moments.

"You said you've all only seen Sanji for a few hours over the last years, is it because you only found out he was alive from his bounty?" Robin asked.

"Nah, we got a call a few years after the wreck, we're still not entirely sure who got the number for our denden or what strings were pulled for Zeff to get it, but everyone who knew Sanji at that point had basically came running when we heard Law yell at the poor snail. As for Sabaody we just found out when he got to Zou." Ikkaku answered.

"I've only ever heard about him in passing, I never imagined Captain's Sanji to be Black Leg." Jean said as Law shambled in halfway through the giant's thought.

"'Course, he is, I found him." Law smirked at them. Robin simply smiled at the captain as Usopp and Franky started saying he couldn't take Sanji back. Law says they shouldn't worry about him as he flicks his eyes to Penguin and Ikkaku fully loses it fully as Robin turns to Penguin with a slightly sadistic smile of her own.

They make their way to Wano with strict orders to lay low and gather information until they're ready to start their attack. Penguin is relentlessly teased the entire time and Law is sending him endless pointed looks that could be threats or pained reminiscing slightly. The crew and Sanji had never met Cora or Lami but to Law his little brother was the worst(best) of them both and made him deal with his past apparently by the fact Law would smoke a cigarette every so often now, Penguin joining in once in a while. They make landfall and set their parameters and their plan in place and wait for the rest of the Strawhats to arrive and ruin everything. Law has given up planning beyond that really which makes his crew laugh at him but he only retaliates to Penguin for crushing on his little brother which makes the crew turn on him.

Sadistic fuck.

When the rest do arrive and the crews begin to hang out again, Penguin and Sanji are definitely spending more time together and Law keeps a very close eye on them, as does Robin and Zoro for other reasons seeing as they just got their cook back to the crew. Penguin definitely keeps a hand on Sanji's waist when they're together and Brook's soft 'yohoho~'s make Sanji roll his eyes. Luffy still rubber bands to him and asks for food which Sanji obliges and feeds everyone. Before the raid Penguin has a nosebleed looking at Sanji in his suit and Usopp and Franky absolutely lose it, because yeah. It's usually not as visceral but people do like the look of the cook, Luffy lets out his frantic giggles as he wraps his hands on Sanji's waist and makes him promise to cook the biggest feast ever when the raid is done and he agrees easily, but Luffy is giggling something menacing and looking at Penguin before he lets go and runs off.

After the raid, after Law is done holding his baby brother and only overhearing a few words between them Penguin gets his chance to curl up with Sanji and run his hands over the too many bandages on the blond boy's body, they're exhausted and Penguin won't let him up to cook because Luffy's not awake but Law is so he doesn't need to cook, he needs to rest. Penguin just holds him and won't let him get up. Then after Luffy wakes up he follows the cook around to make sure he's not overdoing it and everything. Luffy keeps giggling and Law rolls his eyes until Robin mentions the G5 marines on Punk Hazard and how much they adored the cook making them both look at each other and then at Sanji and Penguin and both realizing this means their alliance hasn't ended but changed drastically. Because now everyone knows Sanji is Law's little brother and is dating Penguin and Luffy is laughing saying they get to see each other more often now! Look Traffy, thanks to Sanji and Penguin they can hang out all the time now!

Law groans as Penguin and Sanji sneak off from the party to be alone.

They deserve it.

[bunnyreaper]

hey bunny! been a min since i last sent you an ask 💜

i wanted to share that my bf just told me yesterday he wanted some space, to take a little break to figure things out. we did not break up, he told me that's not what he wanted us to do. i'm still really heartbroken about it bc i have bad separation anxiety and it's taking over my brain rn.

i was hoping for a drabble about soap comforting a reader who's dealing with that kind of situation, i was leaning towards the best friend au.

thank you so much for bringing me joy with your fics and headcanons 💜

- 🔪💕

hello my love, im sorry for being late to this ask but im sending all my best wishes your way ♥ wrote a silly little thing for you and hope it helps, if you need to talk, im here !!

johnny is the first one to notice something is amiss with you, your usually bright smile absent when he tries to make you laugh as he always does. 

a nudge to the shoulder, a retelling of one of simon's jokes that you've always loved, and nothing--just that same forced smile that doesn't bare your teeth or reach your eyes. his heart sinks every time he sees it, and every time he resolves within himself to try harder, to find something to make you smile properly again. 

as your best mate in the whole world, johnny supposed that you were just waiting for the right moment to talk about whatever it is that's clearly bothering you, but after days of nothing, he grows restless. 

it's one night in the rec room that he finally gets his answers. 

you're sandwiched between simon and johnny on the lumpy couch--despite johnny campaigning for it being his turn to pick the film for the night (where he secretly resolves to pick your favourite movie), simon is having none of it, and shoves on whatever he likes while johnny whines. 

"guess we're struggling tonight, lass." johnny jokes, playfully elbowing you as he tries to make you smile. 

you manage to roll your eyes in return, the slightest of smiles on your lips. "i'm sure we'll live." 

usually, you spend your nights texting your boyfriend, almost always in constant contact, as johnny fights for a scrap of attention. 

it doesn't escape your best friends attention that tonight, despite unlocking and locking your phone constantly, no notifications come. it doesn't escape his attention that your lockscreen is no longer two grinning embracing faces, but something aesthetic, impersonal. 

johnny can't hold himself back any longer. perhaps if you can't talk about it, you can find another way to tell him what's going on. 

your phone pings with a notification, your body going stiff and rigid, only relaxing when you see that it isn't your now ex, but johnny. you rush to open the text, casting a questioning look at the man next to you whose eyes are glued to his screen that is just tilted out of your view. 

> came up on my memories today :) 

attached is a picture of the two of you, from a year ago today, johnny's arm slung around your shoulders as you both smile so sweetly at the camera. you're both a little on the tipsy side, but were having the absolute best night by each other's side, forgetting about everything but enjoying your time together.

even the sight of the photo sparks a joy within you that you haven't felt since you got the news. you've not been blind to the way johnny's constant warmth has surrounded you, but only now can you feel it begin to seep into your weary soul. a reminder of better times, and hope that one day you'll smile like that again--it's a balm to your battered heart.

you double tap the message, adding a little floating heart in response as another of johnny's messages comes through.

> thought you needed a smile, bonnie girl.

and smile now you do, a lightness filling you, with your best friend at your side. the one man you can truly count on.

< i did, thanks johnny <3

his bubble appears, typing before it disappears--over and over again until a message finally pops through.

> wanna talk about it? 

somehow, the words feel easier to type than to speak--so much simpler without the fear that you won't be able to get through your words for fear of crying.

< we're on a break. i wasn't expecting it. just came out of nowhere. 

you expect johnny to send warm words of encouragement, but instead he's pulling you into his arms, completely disregarding simon's presence, ignoring anything else besides the overwhelming need to comfort you. 

"'m sorry, lass. doesnae know what he's missing out on. nae need to say anything, i've got ye now."

he says nothing more, as if he can sense that words aren't not what you need right now. instead, he lets you find home in his arms and starts his mission of holding you until all the pain goes away.

[llondonfog]

Hello, I would like to make a request if possible. I'm translating through a translator, so I'm sorry if something is not too clear. I hope that the request meets your criteria and does not cross the line. You can change it as you feel more comfortable or completely ignore it. So the essence of the request is that Silver dies in childhood because of Mellius. Perhaps he will find out about the origin of the child or just an accident. But Silver is dead and Lilia is going crazy. Mellius himself is plunged into a sense of guilt. And in their grief, they decide to bring him back to life. Whether it's an attempt to revive it or replace it. It doesn't really matter. Just distraught from the loss, they begin to live in the illusion that Silver is alive. But Silver himself is just an empty shell acting on orders and possibly imitating the behavior of the original. Most of all, I am interested in the reaction of the other characters to this. Sorry, it's a little hard for me to put the whole idea together. I would like to see how they live after the tragedy in complete denial and reassurance that everything is fine, continuing to live as before. But perhaps it breaks down when they try to destroy this illusion. As I wrote earlier, you have every right to ignore my request or change it as you wish. The main thing is that the essence of the idea remains. I also wanted to ask if it is possible to make multiple requests? Of course, taking into account not to spam and not to burden you. Anyway, I'm glad I was able to get this idea out of my head. Thanks for attention.

drabble fic posted here! <3

first, thank you so much for taking the time to share this incredible request, i absolutely LOVED writing it and i hope the spirit of what you wished to see was conveyed!! <3 please don't hesitate to ever jump into my inbox with ideas or twst thoughts that you'd like to share! it may take me some time to get to it, and i'll make it known if it just isn't something i can't get to at this time :)

as far as the direction i went with for your request, i was fully OBSESSED thinking about the mundane, agonizing horror of silver dying by a simple and natural accident— a slip on the wet rocks of the creek in front of their cottage home, losing his grip on a mountainside during a bout of rock-climbing, etc. something so blameless that it would RUIN lilia because it was such an ordinary accident that he couldn't prevent.

i really wanted mal to be the one to bring silver back to life out of a desperate bid to heal lilia's near overblot levels of grief, but also out of this childish way (because he's still a child himself!!) to save lilia's wish to so desperately know if he could love a human— plus of course, mal is obviously fond of silver at this point too and is similarly grief-stricken and absolutely NOT thinking clearly when he tries to resurrect the child.

something that i wanted to be key is that whatever mal brought back, it is NOT silver. silver is permanently dead, and whatever spirit is inhabiting his body is one that mal sees as a complete abomination. lilia, too deep in his grief, latches onto the child regardless even if he has moments of clarity when he can't look at the new 'silver' or be around him for some time. so both mal and lilia know the truth, but nine year old sebek has been pretty much kept in the dark so far with only a few play dates to start seeing a weird behavioral difference in silver and the others.

(but the illusion can't last— this silver can never grow past the age in which the body died, and the spell has to be reapplied after so many weeks or else the corpse starts, well . . . becoming a rotting corpse again. also i'm kind of insane over the idea that the spirit inside silver is malicious and has bewitched lilia into trying to kill himself to reunite with his dead son so that it can take his magic and now mal has to figure out how to undo the awful that he did BUT I MIGHT BE GOING TOO FAR DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE NOW LOL)

[mytragedyperson]

What are your top 10 favorite media ever (can be anime/manga, tv series, books, movies, games, etc)? Why do you love them all? Thanks ⭐

P.s 1

Are those in yourr pinned post include in your fav media?

P.s 2

I really love reading your writings! Thanks for this blog of yours. So, I have read some people wrote their favorite things (characters, ships, media, etc) and most of them just list those things. But you really write what you love with details (I can feel your passion), and I love it so much! Sorry for my drabble...

I didn't do top 10 media before but happy to do so now. Thank you.

Regarding P.s 1. You're right that I don't have a post about favourite media. There will be some overlap but there also may be other things here. My pinned post is fandoms/media I'd write headcanons and drabbles/snippets for. But there's also media I like where I don't really touch fanfiction or engage with the fandom much because I just don't have much to add. I may discuss some of those here. Also, there may be some in my pinned post that aren't in this post because I may not have watched/read/etc much of the actual source material, but I have read fanfics and have some knowledge of source material, even if it's only a little, and see fanfic potential in ships /characters. I do plan to watch/read/etc. more of those shows but that is a kind of disclaimer, i guess.

So let's get into it. My favourite media in no particular order, other than order I think of them. Warning in advance for spoilers for all media mentioned here, probably.

Bungou Stray Dogs.

No surprise really. Something from this show has been in all my lists so far. I'll be honest, I first saw this on Tumblr with no clue what it was, and I did recognise some of the names as real authors but had no knowledge of what Bungou Stray Dogs is, which was not helped when I looked up some of the characters, and saw photos of the real life authors. So I started watching it, naturally and, my God I love it. From episode 1 I was hooked, there was no going back. I think I watched the first 3 or 4 seasons in like 2 days or something but that could be mixed memories. Then I watched season 5 as it was coming out. Everything about it. I love the characters. Even the characters like Mori are interesting. Even Fukuchi, who I personally had a great time laughing at. They were all so entertaining. I've spoken about Dazai and Ranpo before so I won't reiterate here but everything I said about them stands. Akutagawa. Never before have I understood so well how someone can love a character but also want to put them through hell in fanfics. However, if I ever wrote and Akutagawa centric fic, it would not be a light, fluffy fic, I fear. It would be dark and I don't know if he'd even get a happy ending. He deserves it, a happy ending, but I'm not sure I'd give him it. Like, i could have him learn that how Dazai treated him was wrong, start to heal, grow as a person, date Atsushi. But I'd rather have him be even more obsessed with Dazai to an even unhealthier degree. I'm talking full yandere, if I can't have his attention and acknowledgment, no one can and Dazai, the manipulative bastard that he is, using this against him and against his enemies. Like, I love Akutagawa, and I do think he deserves good things, but in my head all i can give are dark fics.

Aside from that, we have Kunikida, Yosano, Tanizaki Junichiro. Like, I'm sorry, we all really saw him nearly succeed in assassinating the Port Mafia boss and I've never seen anyone discuss it. "But incest" And what if I told you that the incest actually made him a more interesting character because he's fairly boring until Naomi's threatened and then he's a full blown badass. What then? Honestly, I'll say it, Junichiro needs more love and appreciation. He's actually so cool, and no amount of "But what about the incest?" is going to change that. Yosano - Her backstory, her past with Mori. Her thinking she was helping at first, only to slowly realise she was only prolonging their suffering. Sure, she can heal their physical injuries, but they still experienced those things and sooner or later all those very traumatic near deaths, begin to have an effect. I'm so glad she managed to get away from Mori. In my head Yosano, Ranpo and Dazai are besties actually, and when Yosano finds out Dazai used to be in the mafia, and used to work as Mori's right hand man, they spend a lot of time bitching about him but also, Yosano is so concerned and it all just serves to make Dazai hate Mori more because, not only did he cause Oda's death, he also hurt Yosano. (I headcanon that Yosano and Ranpo are older sibling figures to Dazai and he's secretly very protective of him. I know I've seen some fics where Dazai likes the Armed Detective Agency less than the Port Mafia. I don't personally think that's true. I think he cares about people from both, he just shows that care in different ways. Are there people he cares about in the mafia? Definitely. That's probably why he didn't just destroy it before his 2 years off (that and sensei but I digress). But the Port Mafia is huge and, i daresay, there's more people in the Mafia that he's pretty indifferent towards, doesn't dislike them by any means but doesn't care about them in any way either. Either that, or he actually cares about no one and everything is all manipulation and mind games and setting up his pawns. Depends on my mood really. Kunikida, I love Kunikida. Kyouka. Chuuya. So many great characters

Also low-key love that most characters straight up refuse to die, no one dies, no one stays dead, except Oda. Is it sad? Yes. Do I also find it funny in a very dark comedy type way? Yes, yes I do

2. Haikyuu

Enough about Bungou Stray Dogs. Let's discuss Haikyuu. So, before I watched Haikyuu, I again saw a lot of discussion on Tumblr, saw some YouTube Haikyuu text videos, and then saw some character compilations. And then I watched the first 3 seasons. I love it. My favourite characters are Kageyama, Tendou, Kenma, Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi. I do feel like they are subject to being reduced to one thing. Like, take Kageyama for example. I've seen him reduced to a guy who shouts at everyone all the time, is really mean to everyone all the time on purpose and who is just obsessed with milk and volleyball. Now, there are elements of truth to this but by focussing on only these things, you kinda do him a disservice. He's not malicious, he's not trying to hurt people. He's a socially awkward guy, who sucks at emotions and speaking. But he can be so respectful. The whole issue with Oikawa comes from the fact Kageyama is both oblivious and admires Oikawa so much. He looks up to him. He looks up to most setters, it seems like. He tries to take Atsumu's advice, tries to ask Kenma's advice, accepts Suga's advice. This happens with other characters too. If I see Asahi is Jesus jokes again, it will be far too soon. Like Asahi is a lot of things. He's sensitive, scared of a lot of things, fairly insecure and hard on himself. He's literally called glass hearted in i think the English dub. He's basically the gentle giant of Haikyuu. Also my problem with a lot of this is it's just the same joke about a million times. Someone says something sexual? Asahi talks about bringing holy water and taking them to church. Kageyama and Tsukishima are arguing? Daichi yells at them using full names because he's Daichi and Deadchi and that's it. Guys, Daichi teases and makes fun of Asahi a fair amount. Yes, he does try to get the team to get along, but he doesn't really yell. Actually it's more scary calm than anything. He's the captain and he treats them to meatbuns and I think he is canonically an older sibling. But I wouldn't say he's the dad friend. Also, he's very competitive, especially with Kuroo and I need more fics where Daichi is talked into doing dumb, teenager shit by Kuroo as part of a competition. Some of it doesn't even make sense. Please look at Kuroo and tell me, what part of him screams fuckboy? He's not. Kuroo is actually a massive nerd and a loser, and I mean that lovingly. He would never.

Also I know this seems more like I'm complaining about these things than saying why I like the show. But these things annoy me because I like Haikyuu so much. So seeing great characters be reduced to one thing is not my favourite thing. But I do love this anime and I do think this fandom can be great. There are so many ships, so many rare pairs, so many poly ships. The volleyball scenes themselves, I can't comment on accuracy. I played volleyball like once in PE and had no clue what I was doing and no interest, but accuracy is unimportant because the volleyball scenes are so good. One of the reasons I love sports animes is because I end up watching them really quick because I have to finish watching the game it's up to. There's also some great fics. I personally like Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Kageyama soulmate AU but there are so many great fics. I love seeing the dynamics between the characters, Akaashi's sass and teasing Bokuto, Tanaka and Nishinoya, Nishinoya and Asahi, the Karasuno first years, the Kitagawa Daiichi squad, Nekoma and Karasuno, Karasuno and Date Tech. Like, ugh, love them. Also special shoutout to my girl Yachi for being an anxious being and agreeing to join this club because a pretty girl asked her, and she wasn't really paying attention to what was being said because she was overthinking, so she said yes and hoped that was the right answer. And then she gave it her all. We stan Yachi here.

3. Kuroko no Basuke/Kuroko's basketball

Another sports anime. Kuroko no Basuke. What to say about this anime? First of all, I've spoken before about how funny this anime can be, even when it's not necessarily trying to be. They all think they're so badass with their "no one can beat me but me", and "I am absolute" or whatever Akashi says. Kagami, especially, falls victim to this thinking he's badass. They all give me so much second hand embarrassment. I love them so much. I love tortured 'prodigies.' (Low-key hate the word prodigies but I get it whatever). I love the basketball scenes and their special effects and superpowers. The zone stuff was all really cool. Momoi, okay, I once made a post about the Generation of Miracles and Kagami, talking about how much I loved them, and forgot to add Momoi. When I realised, I immediately either edited the post or (more likely) made a new one specifically about Momoi. Because Momoi deserves that respect. Like, the first match with Aomine and his team (I forget names, sue me), girlie had me so stressed with

Kuroko and Kagami's team: *Does literally anything*

Momoi: I know. I was expecting this *implemments game plan to counter*

Like, she's so easy to underestimate, because when we first see her, she does seem a little bit ditzy, but she is so smart. The person that underestimate Momoi is a damn fool. Also, in similar vein, I love Riko. Just two badass female managers, with very different personalities. They're great. And Kuroko- thank the gods for our phantom player. Kuroko is the one Generation of Miracles + Kagami who doesn't give me second hand embarrassment. He's just trying to get his old friends back. He just wants basketball to be fun again. He wants to win, to beat them. Like, I love Kuroko. He's great. All of them are. Not much more to say. I just really love this show

4. Sk8 the Infinity

Again, no big surprise. I love the little found family we have here. I think the animation style is beautiful. I think the skate scenes are really cool. Miya and Reki's friendship/sibling-like relationship is everything. Reki refusing to let this kid be lonely anymore, his own insecurities and doubts getting in the way, making him inadvertantly ditch Miya. Actually, though, Reki ditching the group because he thinks he's holding them back. Reki, who was Miya's first friend in years, because most of the people Miya knew, were jealous, felt threatened or just never spoke to him for whatever reason. And the whole Cherry, Joe and Adam situation. Former friends, skated together, started S, fell out over Adam's treatment of other racers. I do kinda headcanon Cherry and Adam as exes, but even without that, it's a sad thing to consider. Especially because Adam nearly kills Cherry by Hitting him in the face with a skateboard. (My toxic trait is that I'm a complete hypocrite who will accept anything my favourite characters do, but the second someone I don't like as much does the same to my favourite characters, I can never forgive them.) But also Cherry and Joe are married, it's true, they told me themselves. I don't exactly see them as father figures for Langa or Reki, maybe Miya but even then, not sure. There is a scene where Joe is flirting with girls and Miya pretends to be his and Kaoru's kid, but that's more Miya being a little shit. Also, the way Joe looks at Cherry when Miya first points at him, before he realises it's Cherry (or, maybe, remembers he's not supposed to be attracted to Cherry, since they're in the closet), he so wants him.

Anyway anime is great. Langa is great. Him loving things more for the people he gets to spend time with and the sports not feeling the same when that person isn't there. Like, he got into snowboarding because of his dad, they were seemingly very close, and then his dad dies, and his heart was no longer in it. Reki introduces him to skating and they skate together, he falls in love with it, it brings him closer to Reki, Reki stops going to S, Langa's heart is no longer in it. Like, I love Langa actually. He's mostly just a guy but he loves so deeply that it physically hurts him when the subject of his love is no longer there and just, i love him. Also his mum who's just trying her best.

5. Assassination Classroom

Ah, my old beloved. Korosensei broke my heart in a way no previous show or movie had managed, and in a way I'll never forget. The episode where they finally kill Korosensei just ends with them all sobbing and, honestly, that's fair. They so didn't want to kill him, and I didn't want them to, either. But they had to. Attempts to make it so he could live failed. And in the end, everyone just saw him as a monster. But those kids, they loved Korosensei and I did too. I may have to watch it again, because there are things I can't remember if they explained or not, but it was so good. Nagisa, my favourite boy who's always confused for a girl. His mom is horrific and, in another world, where the experiments on Korosensei don't have a chance of blowing up the Earth, Korosensei adopts Nagisa. I've spoken about Karma and Asano before. I love Rio. Honestly, all the students of E class. It's just a great anime.

6. Number24

Never played rugby a day in my life. I don't need to to love this anime. Natsusa getting hurt in a motorcycle, Ibuki's motorbike, and not being able to play anymore. Ibukiu feeling guilty and quitting. Ibuki and Ethan, in the English dub they cat like a married couple, and call each other pet names and Ethan calls Ibuki his dream woman. The polycule honestly. seiichirou and Natsusa's friendship is evereything. The art style is very pretty and so is Natsusa. Natsusa is also a menace and short and everyone wants him and loves grabbing his waist, picking him up, touching him. Natsusa just loves rugby. Also him using knuckle dusters on Ibuki. Again shoutout to the English dub for Natsusa confirming he's trying to seduce Ibuki back onto the team. It works. Natsusa flirts violently apparently. Seiichirou's chill litlle friend group. The big shoes to fill but, oops, turns out everyone was happier when Yasunari was playing his own way rather than trying to play Natsusa's way. The way they all care for Natsusa. He is positively spoiled and love and adored and he knows it. He's so manipulative for all that reasons. What a menace. What a little shit. He alone is worth watching it for but there are plenty of great characters and dynamics. Not so much rugby for a rugby anime. It's more about the relationships between the team members since Natsusa is their manager. Also, Seiichirou being thrown off his game by Natsusa not smiling, and just wanting to see him smile and be happy, is so cute, so wonderful and just a little bit gay. Which pretty much sums up the anime in general. Cute, wonderful and just a little bit gay.

7. Gossip Girl

What's this? It's not anime? A live action TV show? You got it. Listen, Teen Wattpad reader me loved this show and shipped Chuck and Blair so hard. Were they toxic? Oh yeah, 100%. Two already toxic people dating each other? That can only end badly. And yet, i needed them to be endgame all the same, because they were so fascinating. Blair is my favourite character in this show. I love her. She has some iconic moments, she is an icon. I also loved Chuck. Like, he's definitely not a good guy but, my God, this show would be so much less interesting without them. Also the Van der Woodsen family drama gave me life. The grandma knowing that Ivy is a fake but leaving the money to her, Ivy specifically anyway. What a queen. She died as she lived, causing drama even from beyond the grave. Also gives me Taylor Swift vibes of I have this dream my daughter in-law kills me for the money She thinks I left them in the will The family gathers 'round and reads it and then someone screams out "She's laughing up at us from hell"

Is this not her? Like, seriously, icon. Love her, she's so messy. I think that's what it is, I love the messy characters. Like Georgina, she exists purely to cause chaos and drama and we love that for her. And then there's the ending. And you know what?Sure, Dan can be gossip Girl. I do think if it was going to be one of the Humphreys, Jenny makes more sense. I did actually text my friend that Nate could have been an interesting answer for who Gossip Girl is. Like in a 'you thought he was the nice one but he's actually just as manipulative and back stabbing as his friends.' He's friends with them for a reason. What's that thing about if there are 10 people at a table or in a friend group, and 9 of them are racist, then there are 10 racists in the friend group because there's the one who "isn't racist" but like enables it. Well, all Nate's friends are manipulative backstabbing, and he's not? At least not as much. He's the "nice one". I know this means he would've had to expose his own cheating on Blair with Serena, but he told her that anyway, and it's not like he was in love with Blaire at that point. This gives him an easy out if he expects Blair to break up with him. He doesn't have to worry about disappointing his family as much. I do think, it would have to be Jenny, Nate, Dan, someone relatively close to and with access to Serena, Blaire, Chuck, Dan and Nate. I do think Nate could have been interesting but, no matter what they did, they weren't gonna satisfy everyone with the answer.

8. Trash of The Count's Family

A Korean web novel, translated into English. Something is up with the English translation, at least the Trash of the Count's family one, I don't know the details, and I don't particularly care really. Trash of the Count's family is what it was introduced to me as, so that's what I call it. But, moving away from that, I've talked about Kim Rok Soo Cale Henituse before in asks. He was transported into a fantasy world, remembers everything from the first 5 volumes of the novel, vows to live a peaceful life, just make money and move somewhere quiet and avoid the war. He does make money, he does move to a village with his people, I wouldn't say his life is pafrticularly peaceful and he does not, in fact, avoide the many wars across the two continents. Quite the opposite. He rescues children, Beast People, (different kinds, Cats, Wolves, etc), saves people who would've otherwise died, including a couple dragons. He befriends many different races and powerful people, including kingdom leaders and the cfrown prince of the kingdom he lives in. He's the oldest son of the Count (as you may guess from the title) but has zero interest in becoming the Count. He aims to get rid of the main character and party members, and not only fails, but often gains more allies that the characters did in the novel. The found family is strong in this one. It is long. The first part is over 700 chapters long, I think the second part has managed to get that number to 1000+ and it's still being written to my knowledge. I think there is a manga version but I haven't read that, so don't know how much of it is there or where and how to find it. Just, found family, hurt and comfort, fantasy, wars. Really good worldbuilding. Really good use of transmigration. Just a wonderful fic.

9. Hazbin Hotel

Had to include this. Love Alastor. Love Angel Dust. Love Husk. Love Lucifer and Charlie and Vaggie. Honestly, all the characters (even the ones I don't necessarily like) are interesting. The fact the angels don't even really know what gets someone in heaven and hell. The complete ignoring of the fact that, if angels can waltz in and out of hell, seemingly whenever they like. Like they go once or twice a year, but I don't think there's anything stopping them going more if they want, then some demons may in fact be able to wander in and out of Hell. Like, Sir Pentious. He was in Hell, he's in heaven now, and I see no reason why he wouldn't be able to go in and out of both except "it's not allowed", which is not the same as can't be done. Really hope Emily has a bigger role in season 2. Curious what the deal between Lillith and Adam was. Curious about who made a deal with Alastor, what the deal was and if he'll be able to break the deal. Also I'm definitely on Team 'Vox tried to either sleep with or date Alastor, but Alastor rejected him and he took it badly so that's why they're no longer friends'. It makes sense. Hope Angel manages to somehow escape the deal with Velantino. Honestly hope everyone manages to find a way to escape their deals. I love Alstor as the show's final villain theory, but I think from a comedy standpoint, the angels going 'Fine, so some sinners can be redeemed but others can't and are powerful so why don't we exterminate them for you, which should make redemption for those that want it easier.' This is very begrudging and desperate, they just don't want to have to stop killing demons completely. Charlie refuses, she believes all sinners can be redeemed actually, so the angels challenge Charlie, they'll pick a demon and Charlie has to get them redeemed to prove redemption can work for anyone. Charlie agrees. The angels pick Alastor. Even better if Alastor has already managed to break his deal and turned against them. Like, I just think that would be fun. Not necessarily what I think will happen. But it would be fun. Also all this could lead to learning more about Alastor as he's still fairly mysterious.

10. Link Click

it could be recency bias but I don't think so. This is a great donghua, never watched any of them before, this was my first one. I didn't know what to expect, had never heard anything about it, but my God this was great. It punched me in the gut about 50 different times, but was never so sad that I felt there was no point watching because there's this underlying current of hope, but also inevitability. Like Dodo was always going to be fine because Cheng Xiaoshi was always going to go back to the past. He already has. Makes me nervous about Cheng Xiaoshi's death that Lu Guang saw and is trying to prevent. Some badass women in this show. Some smart women. Qiao Ling would, in fact, survive a horror movie, because when she hears about a killer on the loose, she immediately learns martial arts just in case. Also, why does everyone lie to Cheng Xiaoshi? Why do they all keep important things that he deserves to know from him? Also there's a basketball episode, which is really good and also makes me wanna see the Kuroko no Basuke crossover. But anyway, this show is really good at introducing a character and then doing something like this: "You see this character? *gestures vaguely* yeah, this is a new character. Here's their life, their backstory, very tragic. You feel sorry for them, don't you? Of course you do. They seem like a nice person in an unfortunate situation, right? Yeah, this is a good, sympathetic character who tries to be a good person and do the right thing. You seem to like this character. Well, it seems their life is gonna be very happy. *Link Click smiles politely at you as they take out a knife and stab said character.* Oh yeah, by the way, they're dead now." And repeat that but, here's the kicker, in between they have some characters get their happy ending. So it's hard to guess, especially in season 1, if they're gonna die and this actually happens in season 2 as well. But just like Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang, we can never give up hope that this character will make it out alive somehow. Except the Li siblings' mom. She was never making it out alive, unfortunately. It's jsut so good. Please, if you haven't watched Link Click, at least consider watching it.

As for P.S. 2

Thank you. That means so much. I'm glad you think so. I do sometimes worry that I get a little too passionate and annoy people with it, so to hear that that's not the case, even for one person, is so nice and reassuring. Thank you.

If anyone wants to send me asks for headcanons, snippets, drabbles or just questions like this, please feel free to ask. Hell I'm bored, ask me whatever as long as its fandom related or fiction related. To see what fandoms I write for, check my pinned post. I will probably add to it in the future as I think of things I liked and would be happy to write for. But it is for practice purposes.

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

🍓 🔪 🌿 for the ask game, please :)

Thank you so much for asking! <3

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I feel like this is an unnecessarily long reply, sorry 😅 I came into writing fic slowly. I started reading fanfic a year or two after the final HP book was published and I realised it was a thing that existed. I started out reading gen fics that aimed to fill in the blanks of canon. Then I discovered slash fics and it was just so life-changing and refreshing to see queer people written and represented as complex human beings who got to get through the angst to something happy. I was a (closeted) queer teen with mental health issues who was secretly in love with my best friend, and I got to see Harry and Ron struggle with their mental health and anxiety over being in love with their friend post war, and then I got to see them being happy. And for the first time something made me believe maybe I could get there too.

I wrote my first fic in 2012, and it was very much a way to externalise my own issues. It was 24k long and took me 2 years of infrequent updates. I didn't write anything for a couple of years after that, but then I picked it back up again in 2016. At first it was (again) purely me needing an outlet for feelings I didn't know what to do with, but I slowly fell in love with writing and I've been doing it ever since.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Oh this is a fun question! I tend to research things and then promptly forget I did though, because it's usually for random background information. One of the things I remember I really enjoyed researching was the language of flowers, most recently I remember falling down a rabbit hole of reddit posts on prostate-orgasms.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Not sure that I'm the right person for advice here, because a lot of the time if I'm low on creativity or motivation to write I just - don't. I try to always keep writing fun, so if I don't want to do it I let myself have a break. When I do want to write, but can't quite manage though there are a couple of things I do:

Set a goal to write badly. If I'm not trying to write something good then the pressure is off.

Write my way into writing. An empty document is my biggest enemy so I will literally start off like "Alright, I want to write a story. Maybe it'll be about Harry. Oh! He could be working as a lifeguard in Australia. But how did he get there? Maybe he..."

Write the fun bits first. For me that's usually dialogue, angst or smut. Then I go back and build the story around it

Join a fest (it's motivating to be working with a deadline and fulfilling a prompt. And there's a community aspect to it that I enjoy)

Discuss headcanons and fic ideas with people. I like letting creativity feed creativity.

Get momentum going by writing drabbles or ficlets, or working on something else if I'm stuck on a fic.

Truth or Dare Ask Game

[melodygatesauthor]

Big Announcement Regarding Requests

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Hey guys. As I’ve been working more and more on fulfilling regular requests (this is in no way related to the 1k follower celebration drabbles, and I’ll address that further down) I’ve come to the difficult decision that I won’t be opening my requests again after I finish the ones that have piled up in my inbox.

Explanation below the cut if you care as to why:

For starters, let me say this: this doesn’t mean that my inbox will be closed. I’m still around if you wanna scream at me about a thot you had or say something about a fic I wrote or whatever! - I just won’t be taking requests for regular fics.

When I first started this blog I was trying really hard to get more involved with the community and I was THRILLED to have my inbox open to any and all requests that came my way. I had less projects I was working on and a LOT more time to work on fics.

As I gained popularity (which like thank you so much to everyone who is following me you have no idea how much all this means to me) I got so many requests that I had to shut down my requests temporarily. When I shut them down temporarily, my intention was to open them back up again at some point, and I thought it would only take me a month or so to do that.

It’s been almost 3 months that some have been waiting.

I know a lot of you (and oh my god do I appreciate you) are willing to wait ages for me to get my act together, but the amount of stress it gives me is making it less fun. I know it shouldn’t, but it does. I am going to reiterate here - I’M GOING TO FINISH ALL THE REQUESTS I CURRENTLY HAVE IN MY INBOX - (excluding Anonymous requests. I will be removing those just to cut down on the long list I have. I'm sorry, I just need to. This does not include ones I asked for like the 1k drabble requests and the nonnie who requested Nathan Bateman after I specifically asked for NB requests.)

This benefits both of us in the long run

It’s obviously going to help me feel less stressed which is good. But when I’m tied up with requests, you’re missing out on the original ideas I’ve got stashed away for when I have more time to work on them. Less requests means more time to work on those ideas.

I’m a fast writer, we all know this, but I still haven’t figured out how to write two fics at once lol. There are so many ideas that I’ve had to put on the back burner to get through requests and I don’t want us to have to wait even longer.

This doesn’t mean “requests” are done permanently.

One of my favorite things to is set up events where I write drabbles for the community. I’m going to still have events here and there for different milestones (follower celebrations), life events (birthdays, etc), holidays and more!

When those are happening, just check the rules and submit one if you want!

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This was tough because I really do enjoy serving the community, but I have to worry about myself too. This is something I do for free and it’s supposed to be fun. If I’m not having fun, and my hobby is causing me stress, then I know I’ll start to suffer from burnout and none of us want that.

Who knows, I might change my mind and re-open them at some point, but as of right now that is not my intention.

Thank you all for understanding ❤️

P.S. If you're a writer with open requests, please feel free to mention it in the comments so readers looking for open request writers can find you!

[amtrak12]

I left 300+ comments on fics in 3 days

So the Seasons of Drabbles fic exchange just wrapped up its summer round, and I had a blast with it! I plan on making a wrap-up post about my experience as both a writer and a reader, but first I want to talk about how I read and commented on 338 drabbles (aka everything posted as of the day authors were revealed) in one weekend. 👀

Why

First of all, why the fuck did I read and comment on sooooo many drabbles? For multiple reasons:

I haven't received many comments on my most recent fic updates which has left me pretty bummed out

If I'm going to claim "Even a simple heart emoji goes a long way!" then I should practice what I preach

I was so excited/impatient for fic reveals that I skimmed through past rounds for fandoms I like and found a fic that didn't have any comments even 5 months later, not even from the giftee :(

So yeah, I was determined that every single fic posted to the summer round was getting a heart emoji and a kudos from me BARE MINIMUM! And if I'm kudos-ing and commenting, then I might as well read the fic too. What if it's really good? What if it's really sad and a heart emoji doesn't fit the tone? I need to know these things!

Methodology

I made a game plan. My baseline comment was a purple heart 💜 because that's my go to color. If I found something to quote, I quoted it. If it was angsty (or seemed angsty), I might do an 'Ooph!' before the heart, or even a broken heart emoji paired with a 'Good job!'. If someone did a series of drabbles and split the drabbles up into their own chapters, I switched up the color of the hearts for each chapter -- and yes I did comment on each chapter! As an author, I LOVE when I get comments along the way and not just at the end. And as a reader, it gave me extra space to quote or add commentary, if I had it (and sometimes I did!). Commenting on every chapter is 👍👍👍 Do recommend.

But did I actually READ every single one of these fics, you ask? Yes. Like 99% of them. There were a couple where I knew enough about the fandom to know I wanted nothing to do with that or where the series of drabbles was so long, that I was like "oh bestie, I can't do it. I'm so sorry :(" But I still skimmed those enough to grasp the tone of the fic so I could modify my heart emoji comment as needed.

Results

OMG it was so frickin fun! I mean, did my eyes start to bleed? Did I have to take breaks from reading because I caught myself skimming too much? Yes, of course. IT WAS 338 DRABBLES IN THREE DAYS! And not all of them were 100-300 words long. Some of those were 1-2k words! I should've taken more breaks than I did, but I really wanted to get all/the majority done before author reveals for arbitrary reasons only my brain knows (it won't even tell me you guys 😜) But even still, it was super super fun to see the huge variety of fics out there!

It's also been a blast to see the author replies roll in. Some replied before author reveals so they still showed anonymous. Most waited until after the reveals and I got to learn that WHOA, so-and-so wrote like 7 of those drabbles! *applauds* Sometimes they replied with a thank you, sometimes it was their own preferred heart emoji. It's so cute seeing how other people like to say thank you, because I know I've definitely settled into a 'style' when I reply to comments on my fics. 💜

Would I do it again?

I honestly don't know. It was exhausting burning through all those fics in such a short amount of time. Now this particular fic exchange is smaller and only runs four times a year, so give me three months and I can probably do it again no problem. But right now, I definitely need a break lol No regrets though!!

Highlights of my reading:

I learned Object and Concept Anthropomorphism is a category on AO3. 😲 Which on the one hand, shouldn't surprise me because I KNOW I read crack fic with anthropomorphism back on LiveJournal. But it still delighted me to see it pop up in this fic exchange. XD

On that note Chess Pieces (Anthropomorphic) is apparently popular enough to warrant it's own, individual, fandom tag. Incredible information to know!! I love that!

There's a user named DanceWithOrangutans and they seem to only request or write orangutan fiction or maybe Planet of the Apes fic if they feel like branching out. Truly an icon to end all icons! 🌟 They're my new favorite person and I look forward to reading lots of orangutan flash fiction in future rounds 💜

I have absolutely no idea what was going on in any of the anime fics but some of them were super adorable and fluffy 🥰

My absolute favorite thing was when people who actually know that fandom commented before me, so when I left my little heart, I would get to read them squeeing and crying and freaking out over how good the drabble was. :') They'd be like 'IT WAS SO IN CHARACTER!!! 😭' and I'd be like 'oh cool, the author nailed it! 😄' 10/10 experience

And to wrap things up...

Seasons of Drabbles: Summer Round Superlatives

Best Author's Note:

satisfy the desire of the afflicted by yesthisisnarumi (Dungeon Meshi, M, 300 words)

Hysterical author's note. Absolutely loved it. 😂

Most Baller Line:

birds of a feather by embraidery (Stardew Valley, T, 1100 words)

CAN IMAGINE WHERE A SMILE MIGHT GO???????? Are you fucking kidding me right now???????????? Brilliant work! A++ I'm still losing my mind about it!

I Don't Go Here But Holy Shit That's Good Writing:

recoil by Fleetling (The Man From U.N.C.L.E, T, 300 words)

The use of gun imagery to describe their relationship -- which from the one viewing of the trailer I saw years ago, seems pretty fitting for the movie -- just blew my mind. "voice cracking like gunfire" in the next paragraph? -- GOOD GOD! Again, don't even remotely go here, but damn this fic was really well written!

Best Username:

ECwrotethisforyou

You know what, yeah. You did write that, buddy! And you should remind everyone reading your fics that these are gifts! In or outside of a fic exchange. I approve! 👏

Best Story Structure:

If Comfy, Warm, and My Size, Why No Sit: A Meta-analysis of Research into the Warm Flat Rectangle by Dr Fluffy Jones by finerandbonnier (Original Work, G, 300 words)

YOU GUYS!!!!!!! If you have ever read a scientific paper for school or for funsies, you need to read this fic! It has FOOTNOTES! It has a BIBLIOGRAPHY in the end author's note! IT'S A FUCKING WORK OF GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!! 12/10 All the applause 🎉👏👏👏🌟

[andromeda3116]

Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I recently discovered you on A03 through your Zutara fics and I must admit that I'm mesmerized by your stories. They are so wonderfully written—the structure, the development, the characters, the dialogues and the political aspects are so beautiful. Everything about them makes me want to dive in and read and explore the worlds you have created.

I'm writing this in the hope that you might be able to provide me with a little guidance. I really admire your work, and I wanted to know if you had any tips on how to develop characters, dialogues and conflicts, for every scene you've written contributes to the story in some way (it's really engaging and thrilling as a reader).

Without further ado, I hope this finds you well. Thank you :)

First of all, thank you for your kind words! And I'm flattered that you wanted my advice!

The only "trick" I can actually impart is: I've gotten a lot of mileage out of just reading my story out loud to myself, and seeing if it sounds good. And from there is a lot of "oooh, that sounds wrong, how about..." until you get something that works, or -- quite often, in my experience -- you just highlight the sentence to come back to later when you're less frustrated. And try again. (This is particularly useful with dialogue.)

But for the rest... I know this is going to sound trite, but the answer is to just write a lot. And read a lot.

Everyone has their lists of writing advice, how to structure stories and make them pop -- but ultimately, everyone has a different way of doing those things, and mostly, there isn't actually a correct answer. Finding your voice just takes practice.

Reading a lot -- and watching a lot of movies and shows! -- can teach you a lot of the wrong ways to do it, either because you cringe away from the screen/page for reasons you can't put into words, or because it all comes together so well that you try to mimic it in your own writing and you have to figure out why you couldn't do it like they did. Trust me, I wrote a lot of derivative shit while trying to capture someone else's lightning in my own bottle. I honestly don't think that's a bad thing -- everyone learns from someone else, and everyone starts off by mimicry. If anyone claims to have had their own unique voice from the start, they're full of shit.

Redwall taught me how to craft imagery, I can point you back to the FFX oneshot that taught me how to use single-sentence punches to gut the reader, Terry Pratchett taught me how to incorporate politics into a story in such a way that it doesn't feel dry, there was a brief period back on fictionpress.net (s/o to my other fandom olds) where weird single-sentence poetry (?) things? were super-cool to me and they taught me how to build emotion using syntax, Lord of the Rings taught me how build an engaging plot, the drabble and one-sentence challenges taught me how to use conservation of words to make what I did have count -- and so on and so forth.

I've been writing stories since I could hold a pencil, and sharing them, getting feedback on them, and actively engaging with them since I was 13 (I'm 33). It sounds like weak advice, but it really legitimately just does come down to "read something that sets your brain on fire, try to do something like it, inevitably fuck it up, try it again until you figure out why it didn't work, fix that, read something else that sets your brain on fire, try to do it, inevitably fuck it up --" ad nauseum, until you've figured out enough "yikes"-es that you know how to craft a story on your own that hits all the notes you want it to hit. Kinda like sculpting, you start with a shapeless rock and chip away at all the parts that don't work until you learn what does. And the statues you make get better and better the more of them you sculpt. They don't have to be good. A lot of them won't be. And that's a good thing! It's the process of learning how not to do it that teaches you how to get it right.

But other than that, I unfortunately can't give you a lot of advice. It honestly does just take a lot of practice, consuming stories and digesting them and pulling their pieces out to try and make something out of it all yourself. And accepting that you're gonna fail a lot. I failed a lot. I still fail a lot. There's never a point where you're done learning how not to do it.

Wanting to write well is the first step. Writing badly is the second.

[kyberblade]

twenty questions for fic writers

Thank you so much for the tag @littlemisspascal ❤️

1. how many works do you have on AO3? - For this account? 7. Altogether? *Looks off into the distance hauntedly* Too many…. 😮‍💨

2. what's your total AO3 word count? For here? 315,097 Altogether? *Twitches from flashbacks*

3. what fandoms do you write for? The Mandalorian and The Last Of Us.

4. top five fics by kudos

Back To You

Dincember 2022

Shatter

Drabbles || Din Djarin x Reader

Dincember 2023

5. do you respond to comments? I try to. Sometimes I don’t know what to say but I try to.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I guess that would have to be the end of the epilogue for BTY? It’s just kinda while happy, leaves you on a well damn note.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? If I say BTY people are gonna pitchfork me bc it’s a cut away before the good part. Um…. Probably the end of my Drabble Give it to Me in Basic.

8. do you get hate on fics? I have in other fandoms but not in these so far. 🤞🏻 I didn’t get any until people found out I was a “fake” fan for only seeing the movies and not having read the books yet and then it was a whole gatekeeping thing. Then suddenly my fics weren’t worth reading. 🙄 But, you know, we let shit go here.

9. do you write smut? I haven’t. I have written spice, and lots of heat, but I haven’t gotten that far yet. I don’t think I ever will. I’m an awkward turtle of a human.

10. craziest crossover: @fordo-kixed-rex and I have a crack fic idea for a Mando-TLOU crossover. 🤣🤣🤣 But I have actually written an SPN/Teen Wolf crossover once upon a time, and every time I read it again, I’m like, “Why didn’t this actually happen????”

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, but not that I found it, it was pointed out to me. Once I lived through the massive FFnet duplicate debacle, but also I’ve had people ask me if I thought fics were copied.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? Um…. I wanna say no but the back of my head is saying yes.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes. In my THG and Teen Wolf days I did it often. @grippingbeskar and I have teamed up a few times here. I say that. She writes awesome things and then I scream about them and make a few suggestions she turns into beautiful things.

14. all time favorite ship? Razor Crest. JK. The N1. JK JK JK!!! ….. Millennium Falcon. I’m just teasing. Chuck and Sarah from Chuck. “Tell me our story.” 😭 Nobody fucking touch me.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Some things from other fandoms, I’m sorry. Drama happened and you just…. There’s nothing there anymore. I’m sorry.

16. what are your writing strengths? I’d like to say fluff and being able to paint clear pictures (usually.) I’m told my dialogue is realistic and writing immersive, and fight scenes high gear, but idk about all that. I cringe at most all of what I write. I’m just glad if it’s not run on sentences or lots of “and”s and “quickly”s. These are just things I’ve been told. Most of the time I’m 🫣 when I go over what I wrote. And then I yeet it out to all of you.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? Listed above. I use too many words to say simple things. I say things very confusingly. I use too many words in general. 🤣

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? As someone who has written in Mando’a and Huttese, I am all for it, just don’t like the headache. 🤣🤣🤣

19. first fandom you wrote in? THG 🫣🫣🫣

20. favorite fic you've written? Oh Lordy. Once again, I cringe at most of my stuff, but I’m really happy with how both BTY and Shatter have come together.

EDIT: AGAST! I forgot to tag people!!! Asdfghjkl!!!

@grippingbeskar @the-ginger-hedge-witch @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis @what-the-heckin-heck @joelsgreys

[misc-obeyme]

Oya CC! Thank you for the Satan drabble! I knew you will write it at some point so I didn't mind the delay, and it came out perfectly, I love it! I also love the answer about writing through multiple characters. It has been what I have been doing in the fic, however I always find myself wanting it to be as realistic as possible regarding dialogue and interactions with MC. I'll look for a way for it to be more easy... Thank you for that little piece with Barb and my favorite tea, I didn't expect it at all and found it delightful ♥

Reading some old pop quizzes I find that the really first ones are... Strange. Like in the angel ones, where Michael gave them all bracelets that purify the heart or whatnot, Lucifer pushed MC at the bed? I never read that kind of interaction on the og or nb storyline. Was a real turnoff to be honest. Assuming that the interaction happened after season 1... Is there a pop quiz you really enjoyed? Personally, from everything I read so far, pearl was the best, I enjoyed it so much purely from all the different things that went on and the little dates with each of the characters. You had so many things sent to you, how about a slice of local goods from here? If you really want I can send holy oil _🐆

Hi there, 🐆 anon!

Ah, I'm glad you liked the drabble! I felt bad about how long it took me to get to it, but I appreciate your patience!!

Yeah, sorry, I know you weren't asking for writing advice, but I tend to just jump right into that lol. Personally I have thoughts about how realistic things really need to be in a fictional story, but let's not get into that or I'll be writing another essay about it. And oh, yeah I just wrote that little snippet 'cause I thought it'd be an easier way to show what I was talking about! I'm glad you liked it~ I tend to default to Barb and since you had just told me your favorite tea flavor, I was like perfect!

I honestly haven't read most of the old OG pop quizzes. I will grind Lonely Devil events for specific cards, but for the most part, I haven't bothered reading them??? It's usually enough for me to try to keep up with the events we got going on!

However, I definitely think they were trying to make Lucifer more aggressive in his pursuit of a sexual relationship with MC in the beginning. I think that's part of why I hated him at first. But then they realized people didn't like it and toned him down in subsequent seasons. So I'm not too surprised an older pop quiz story had him still like that.

I really liked the vampire event in NB. I also really liked the one called A Star for You in the OG. It was the first one they did with spotlights and it was Satan focused. I just thought it was really cute. I also really liked The Great Yokai Parade. I'll have to play the pearl one I think I did, but I don't remember it very well... I was also fond of the TTWF event, I thought it was cute even with some of those outfits lol.

Most of the time, I like the premise of the events. They'll start with interesting ideas, but then they always get resolved in kind of boring ways. They're good at the set up, but not as good at the ending.

And oh I am happy to receive all such things! Holy oil does sound interesting... not sure what I'd do with it though lol.