#I sometimes write way too fluffy/romantic stuff

[moon-ttokki-x]

Hey, how are you? May I ask for stray kids 9th member being a poliglot?

this was a cool request, ngl . . . i didn't do a traditional fic bc i like this format a lot, and plus, it's cuter that way >< also can we just appreciate the pretty purple theme guys

skz x 9th member!reader who can speak multiple languages

pairing: ot8!skz x 9th member polyglot!reader

summary: skz with a 9th member who is a polyglot.

genre: extremely fluffy, very cute stuff, pretty soft, some member x reader stuff, chaotic skz, naughty minho and maknaes, leader chan agenda, romantic hyune, reader who can read, write, and speak multiple different languages

a/n: interesting request . . . divider by @chachachannah

skz masterlist

Chan who wants you to teach him how to say lovely little phrases like 'i love you' and 'you are the light of my life' in different languages, asking you cutely with the biggest, cheesiest grin on his face. He goes around saying them to the other members, who don't understand what language he's talking in, and ignore him. But it doesn't matter, because now he feels like he has a little part of you with him wherever he goes. Is always fascinated as he watches you change languages in the blink of an eye. Makes a sweet sentence in one of your languages his bubble caption.

Minho who, on the other hand, asks you to teach him the dirtiest, filthiest phrases you can think of. They're too graphic to be put here, but some of the milder phrases include 'fuck you' and 'i hope you swallow spiders in your sleep'. Like Chan, he also goes around telling the members these sentences and grins the biggest you've ever seen because now he can swear without being caught. Sometimes does it on stage too, but really quietly just in case there's a couple Stays who actually understand what he's saying.

Changbin who watches in awe as you seamlessly transition between being on the phone, writing things down, and chatting with someone all at once while swapping languages. His head hurts after and he watches you quietly as you go about your usual business, not quite understanding how you do it. He learnt English with some a lot of difficulty, so he's stupefied by the fact that you've learnt not one but multiple languages, and can speak them all fluently. Always asking what you said after you switch back to a language he can understand.

Hyunjin who thinks up the cutest, sweetest, most romantic phrases on a whim, and after he asks how to say them in a language. So you tell him, thinking he's just curious. A few weeks later, you find a painting in your bedroom, a vase of your birth flowers and one of the phrases painted delicately in black across the bottom. He always asks what certain words mean, and asks you to translate random sentences. Has the biggest shine in his eyes as you sit down with him and tell him what all of the words mean, and how to say them. Stumbles through pronunciation but it's cute, so you kiss him as a reward.

Han who also asks what certain words mean, but more often than not, has a translating app open on his phone so he can find out for himself. Spends hours in secret trying to learn sentences by himself, and records himself saying the lines so he can check if he's saying them correctly. Like Changbin, is fascinated when you can switch languages just like that. Once said a rude phrase in front of his hyungs and got scolded because Chan actually understood what it meant (somehow). Got sentenced to 25 pushups as a punishment and never did it again.

Felix who buys workbooks and installs language-learning apps in a bid to try and communicate with you in your languages. Ends up spending over $400 just to spend hours upon hours studying them, much like he did when he was learning Korean. Doesn't notice when you sit down next to him and stroke his hair, he's so focused on learning your languages. Wants to communicate with you in every way he can. Refuses to talk to you in Korean or English until he gets fluent in at least two of your languages, and asks for kisses and hugs when he understands what you're saying to him.

Seungmin who sits in quiet fascination as you write in one language and talk on the phone in another. Isn't as forward in telling you that he wants to learn some of your languages, but definitely goes online and does his own research. Likes looking up the origins of each language and how the words were formed. Finds himself repeating little phrases he'd caught you saying that morning or the night before. Will never admit that he finds it fascinating that you can talk, read, and write in different languages, but nods and listens when you tell him all about it anyway, admiring the passion in your eyes with a warm heart.

Jeongin who learns weird phrases to catch you off guard, because he loves the speechless look on your face when you hear them. Is too shy to ask you outright to teach him your languages but also does research so he can learn himself. Recites off lines to the members and forces them to sit and listen so he can say them to you without messing up. Ends up wasting a lot of practice time, but he doesn't really care. Learns to write keywords and cute little sentences, and writes them in the margins of your notebooks to surprise you. Doodles love hearts and stars around each phrase.

a/n: very cute

[promptsbytaurie]

anything with wing clipping. i once tried to do research on it for a fic and,, it is SO angsty

i got u fam <333 (i have way too much brainrot on this bear with me LMAO)

tips for writing ✨wingfics✨

!!please credit/tag me if you use this!! i'd love to see what you write!!

physical differences:

area where wings connect to their back is insanely sensitive!!

feathers falling e v e r y w h e r e

wings are big!! if the wearer hasn't had them for long, or is younger/inexperienced, they're gonna knock shit over

~birb noises~

they're actually really good singers with insane lung capacity, a lot of them are/could be opera singers

thin bones, so they're super light and even though most think it's embarrassing to be picked up so easily there's always One Dude who's like 'carry me everywhere'

smaller birds = smaller people. most wings correspond to a specific species, and hummingbird varieties are notoriously short (though never say that to their face, they will probably murder you <3)

unless the avian is a kind of waterbird (penguins, sometimes eagles) going into water will clog their wings and they could drown!! adding onto this i imagine that avians have special bathtubs and brushes and stuff so that they can properly clean their wings

on the flip side if an avian does NOT clean their wings they can get tangled or matted which a) is super painful b) could impact their flying and c) could cause sickness !!

dislocated wings >:(( this happens about as often as dislocated shoulders do with regular people. this can be caused by a couple things like blunt force, trying to manuever/twist wings in ways they aren't supposed to go, or flying too often/straining wings.

psychological differences:

preening!! it's intimate, but doesn't have to be romantic/sexual. obv there is room for very fluffy and romantic moments but it can be either way

flock!!! it's kinda like a family or a pack

the urge to Make a Nest and Only Let the Flock In

once the Flock is In the Nest then the Flock Will Not Leave Ever

molting!! old feathers fall out to allow new ones to grow in !

molting is basically the bird version of a period except all birds have it once or twice a year. they're more emotional, super sensitive, and extra clingy during molting!!

if an avian gives you one of their feathers it's basically a version of marriage, except it doesnt have to be romantic. its essentially a promise, like a 'we're with each other forever' kinda thing.

just as humans have discrimination, i imagine that avians have it too. more common species like songbirds, ravens, or crows are probably valued in society way less than those like eagles, doves, or parrots, and there could also be stereotypes against species like vultures or condors.

on wing clipping:

in my mind wing clipping is a lot like trimming your fingernails realllly sloppily, except the difference is that you should NEVER clip an avian's wings.

what i mean by fingernails is that the nails themselves don't hurt but if you do it sloppily there are Consequences: clipped too short -> irritated skin. clipped inconsistently -> sharp edges, snags on everything INCLUDING other feathers

huge violation of boundaries/self!! clipped wings -> can't fly. flying is integral to avian health and if they can't fly their mood and mental health will fall drastically.

clipped feathers take a long time to grow back, and therefore clipping has long-term effects. it also damages the feathers themselves (obviously) in ways that sometimes can't be healed

if an avian's wings are clipped their trust goes DOWN and their insecurity goes UP. its likely that if someone else tries to touch their wings they will freak out

clipped wings also make avians more jumpy and paranoid because they've lost their major way to escape/protect themselves: flying away.

angst potentials in wingfics (spoiler: there's a lot):

like i said, clipped wings -> can't fly. write about an avian's first time flying again. (not super angsty but still)

SUPER angsty: write about the actual act of wing clipping.

an avian is neglecting their wing care and tries to hide it.

relationship between a 'noble' avian (eagle, dove, etc) and a 'basic' avian (crow, raven, etc) and society's dislike of the relationship.

or maybe avians are a minority in a human world, and an avian has to hide their wings to be safe.

hope this helped!! <33

[wonusdoll]

FLOWERS • PJS

Synopsis: Jisungs a hopeless romantic and gets jealous easily

Content: fluff! cavity inducing fluff so fluffy i wanna cry

pairing: Childhood Bestfriend!Jisung x reader

notes+ WHY DOES NOBODY WRITE FOR JISUNGGGG i had to take matters into my own hands so here you go :D this was originally gonna contain smut but i couldnt help myself with the fluff anyways, enjoy!!

You and Jisung weren't always friends. When your mom introduced her best friends second grader son, 4th grade you didn't mind. Until he started playing with your stuff, jumping on your bed, stealing your snacks, and blaming you on things he did and getting you in trouble.

Naturally, you started resenting him, dreading when he would come over, and chose to ignore him at school, finding it embarrassing whenever he would go over to you and your friends at the playground and ask to play with them. your friends found him cute, but you, you hated him.

Going into your middle school years, he slowly got more tolerable. He started understanding boundaries but still was the same annoying little kid.

In some point of time, Jisung turned from an annoying little kid who yelled and cried all the time to one of your closest friends. And then when he finally started high school, you guys started hanging out willingly, without his mom forcing him to go over.

Some days you would catch him in your living room watching tv with your dog, or accidentally walking in on him showering in your bathroom, or in your kitchen making ramen. Sometimes he would bring his friends over to your house. You honestly didn't mind that much as long as they never broke anything, or disturbed her in any way, which jisung made sure never happened.

"Jisung?? That you??" You yelled from the top of the stairs after hearing feet shuffling and the front door opening and closing. The two of you made plans to watch horror movies and have a sleepover to celebrate the new season of autumn.

"Nope!" Jisung yelled back, making you go downstairs with a grin. But you immediately furrowed your brows and bit your inner cheek, upon seeing 6 other people. you knew them, jisung would bring them around sometimes but you didn’t know them.

"Jisung, whats going on?"

He grinned annoyingly cutely back and held up some convenience store bags up and nodded towards his friends, "They wanted to hang out but my mom banned us from the house after last time.”

You scoff and look at him like he was crazy, "What- are you kidding me?" You say just above a whisper, flickering your eyes between him and the guys behind him, "I thought we were gonna hang out?? You didn't even ask if it was okay to bring them over? if you wanted to hang out with them instead you should've just told me."

With a smirk, jisung was much closer than you remember him being, he tucked a few stray strands of your hand back, "I'm sorry princess i should have asked, hm? If we're too much of a bother we'll quiet down okay?" He pulled away and looked into your eyes, pleading and begging for uou to say yes.

You mask your flustered state with a sigh and wiping your face with your hand as if annoyed.

"Fine, whatever, just— leave me alone im gonna go study" you warn making him grin and ruffle your hair, juxtaposing his previous act. He's called you princess numerous times before, even when you guys were kids but in that tone, that voice, and devilish smile, it felt different.

You wanted to tell him off for joking around with you like that, making you feel that way. It was something you always felt around him but maybe it was his perfectly messy hair, his oversized hoodie making him look so comfy, his soft plump lips, or his hand in your hair, or the name he called you, but the feeling became overwhelmingly strong, like when a candles been burning for hours and slowly the fire grows bigger and it fills the whole room with its pleasant fumes.

You hung around with them for a bit when you took a break from studying because you couldn't focus. but the reason you couldnt focus was sitting right across from you on the couch, sending lingering glances everybody noticed.

When he catches your gaze you turn away with a light blush but when you catch his, he doesnt shy away, keeping eye contact with you with a look in his eye that you couldnt read for the first time.

In the time you got to formally meet his best friends, you surprisingly got along with all of them. Huang Renjun was the one who stuck out the most out of the 7, other than Jisung who kept eyes on you the whole time.

You got to have a one on one conversation with Renjun about each others favorite music artists, which were quite similar, and art itself. You were already interested in art but with the knowledge and story telling Renjun excitedly provided made you want to learn more. So you guys planned a hang out the next day to an art museum Renjun was fond and familiar with. 

You posted the day out with him on your story with Art Deco - Lana Del Rey in the background.

Jisung always made sure to heart and reply to your story even if it was as simple as an ootd, but this time he didn't. You furrowed your brows and looked at the views and there he was, also active. You tried texting him regularly but you were left on delivered until 7 hours later but all you got was a

"sorry lol"

It hurt your feelings, you couldn't lie. So you texted him again not even 5 seconds later.

"too busy being active to answer? lmfao"

He leaves it on read for a few minutes before replying

"too busy hanging out with renjun? yk we all made plans tgt”

You scoff at his attitude

"whats your problem?? it was HIS choice to hang out with ME. not like you wanted to."

"chill out i just wanted them to meet you, didn't know you were gonna be all over them tho"

"fuck you."

You threw your phone at the end of the bed and hug your pillow against your chest as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't know why you were so affected by his words, usually you wouldn't even press him so much about not answering, and would just leave him alone but seeing him be so uninterested left a mark on you.

A few nights later you were watching a scary movie in the darkness of your living room when you heard knocks on your front door. you paused the movie to make sure it wasn't from the tv, and when they come again, you look at the time.

"Who's here at 11:30 at night" You whisper to yourself and cautiously approach the door.

Thunder suddenly struck making you whimper and jump back, but you decide to just rip the bandaid off, after all horror movies aren't real right?

"Jisung?!" You exclaim, seeing him standing there out in the pouring rain with his head down ashamed.

"Hey.."

You quickly let him in, taking his soaked coat off and telling him to wait while you get a towel.

He was silent while you scolded him for being out in the rain so late without so much as an umbrella.

He finally brung his hands from behind his back, revealing your favorite flowers in an articulated assorted bouquet wrapped in paper.

"Sorry if they're kind of ruined.. I ran all the way here" He sniffles and scratched his nape awkwardly.

You bite your lip remembering your last interaction, "You wanna tell me why?"

"I'm sorry y/n im so sorry im such a fucking loser and a coward for getting mad at you  I never wanted to hurt you i just was so angry that you hung out with Renjun that i took it out on you without thinking and ive been trying to figure out how to apologize to you so i went to the flower shop like 10 times in the past 2 days because i wanted to get you flowers but you have 5 different favorite flowers so i got 5 different bouquets for you then realized that was too much so i just got one with 2 of your favorites but felt bad that i left out the other 3 so i got another one with all of them but they didn't look good so i spent the whole day learning how to make a bouquet to make it perfect for you then realized it was already night and thundering and you hate thunder so i ran all the way here and now they look horrible and ugly and-"

"JISUNG." You put a stop to his rant with a chuckle and put your hands on his pink dusted cheeks. He pants out and looks in your eyes to find any anger or disgust in them but you were smiling, "Hey its okay, i promise its okay," You take the flowers from his hands and bring them up to your face to smell them, "they're beautiful ji, seriously."

He takes another pan over your face to scan your expression to really make sure you weren't mad and one he realized that, he lets out the breath he was holding and chuckles, then laughs a bit harder.

You laugh along with him then card your fingers through his wet hair, "Did you really learn how to make a bouquet of flowers for me? And run all the way here in the rain?" You ask, softly now.

He smiles and takes your hand away to hold it instead, "Yeah.. you know i would swim across the whole ocean just to get these to you. Also whats wrong with learning a new skill, i always wanted to learn how to.. make assorted flowers.." He dryly chuckles at the end.

you could hear your heart thumping out of your chest when you feel the pressure of his eyes staring into your own, as if trying to answer a question he hasn't asked. so you ask your own.

"Jisung," You start making him nod, "Why were you so upset?" You ask, making you swallow thickly.

and suddenly you're hyper aware of everything going on, your breathing, your blinking, the rain and thunder, his facial expressions, his thumb caressing your hand.

Jisung doesnt answer for a second, trying to find the right words. His mouth was drying up, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he gulped.

He was now holding your hand with both of his hands, "I love you." he blurted, "I love you and Im selfish and only want you to myself, I just wanted to treasure you for my myself and not let other people see how amazing and perfect you are because i was scared you'd fall for them and forget about me so when i saw you were with renjun and saw how excited you were to talk to him and hang out with him i felt.. rejected? in a way? like he had something i didn't to make you feel that way. So i was sad and upset and jealous— god, i was so unbelievably jealous, and i know im not allowed to because we're only best friends and you're allowed to be friends and talk to anybody you want to but i just- i just didn't want you to notice anyone else, and leave me.."

He ended his rant with a sigh and closed his eyes shut, mentally preparing for you to laugh in his face and friend-zone him, but it never came.

When he opened his eyes you were just standing there, not saying anything, with a smile on your face.

You giggled as he looked at you with an expectant look.

“Okay.”

His brows furrowed and his hand started slipping from yours “That- thats it? Just okay? You couldn’t have let me down any better-“

“Okay, I wont leave you.”

His expression softened, watching as you laughed and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, “Jisung park, I will never leave you and you can never leave me, if you do i’ll have to kill you.” You tried to threaten him but he just found you adorable, and picked you up in his arms.

You guys laughter filled the room, bouncing around the rooms, sounding almost louder than the rain and thunder.

Suddenly, your enemy turned into your bestfriend who turned into your lover. And you couldn’t have it any other way.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Heyyy! Can I please request a fluffy Law scenario?

Like Law and Y/n are becoming close and Law is starting to open up more and take down his walls. But as he's slowly opening up to Y/n as they date longer and longer, he starts to feel insecure about if he's being too clingy or if he looks too needy. Maybe the reader notices something is off and comforts him?

He really just wants to be held and cuddled and loved. He's a fluffy soft boy! <3

If you don't want to do this you don't have to but I thought it'd be cute :)

Hi Liv! Oh my god, this one was a lot of fun for me. Law is one of my favorite characters to write for (though I don’t seem to lol). I hope you like it and thanks again for the SaboxKoala fic you wrote for me!

Law x Reader: Needed

Law wasn’t one to share much.  Heck, most of his crew knew little about him.  Well, that was until you came along.  He wanted to hate everything about you.  You were optimistic, sweet, happy.  You were everything he wasn’t.  But somehow, everything he needed.  

For the first few months of joining the crew, you refused to leave him alone.  He hates it at first.  But that enemasity bloomed into something more love.  First, it became platonic love.  The two would have coffee together late at night when they both couldn’t sleep.  You’d have long talks.  He’d teach you about medicine, while you taught him about linguistics.  But soon after it became romantic love.  He kissed you first.  It was a surprise to feel his chapped lips pressed to your soft ones.  It felt right though.  

As time went and you dated for longer, he started to open up to you more.  You learn about his childhood.  You learned about Corazon.  He felt he could tell you anything and you’d never judge him.  When he’d have a nightmare, he’d come into your room.  Sometimes, he’d crawl into bed with you just lay with you, holding you close.  Whenever you’d go to a new island, you’d have to spend time with him.  But one day, he stopped.  Late night conversations were a lot less frequent.  He never came to your room at night just to cuddle. You knew something was really off when you went to a new island, and he said you and Ikkaku could go out today.

You decided to confront him once your shopping trip was done.  You approached the large steel door to his office and knocked.  “Go away Penguin,” Law yelled from the other side of the door.  He sounded extremely annoyed.

“It’s me,” you yelled back.

“Oh…go away Y/N!”

You were shocked.  He had never yelled at you.  “No,” you replied, plopping down on the floor in front of the door, “I’m not leaving till you let me in or kill me.”

“I can arrange for that.”

“Fluffy hat wearing freak!”

“Fine. Room. Shambles”

You were now in his office, after the familiar blue light engulfed the area.  You pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. Neither of you spoke for a long time.  You sighed then spoke first, “Law, what’s wrong?  You aren’t acting like yourself.  And I don’t mean the grumpy captain version, but the sweet man I know and love.”

He stared at you.  He didn’t want to say anything out of fear of rejection.  He took his fluffy hat off and ran his hand through his hair, “am I too needed?”

You were dumbfounded, “no why?”

He looked down at the ground, “it’s just…I feel like I’m too clingy.  I can’t ever let you do stuff without me.  Penguin and Shachi have been saying that I’m clingy and I keep seeing what they mean and I…”. You interrupted his rant by smashing your lips onto his, just like he had so long ago.  When the two of you parted, you rested your forehead against his. “You’re not needy,” you declared, “no one hates that you come everywhere with me.  Frankly, we like you better that way.  You’re happier.  Ikkaku doesn't care if you come shopping with us.  She likes that you offer an honest opinion and help carry out bags.  I like having you around.  I like that you open up to me about everything.  With you, I never feel scared.  I always feel loved.”

In that moment, Law realized that he wasn’t actually needy.  He was just trying to hold onto the one person he knew he needed.

Please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

[steddieas-shegoes]

I'll be full of the love you want

rated t cw: self-doubt, relationship doubt, light angst tags: happy ending, hurt/comfort-ish, super fluffy romantic words being said

a/n: firstly I am writing this absolute fluff because i've been listening to sleep token and decided i could handle listening to blood sport (i couldn't) and so now we get this fluff. second of all, i feel like before anyone comes for my throat, i LOVE nancy. i hate what the duffer brothers have reduced her character to canonically. she has so much potential, just sitting there, and what are they doing with it? making her worse. i do think that she is just very bad at reading what's appropriate to say to people, and that's what happens here. assume that it gets fixed and she apologizes later, this entire thing is to focus on the boys.

Sometimes, Nancy’s subtle comments remained in Steve’s chest, an unbearable weight that felt crushing.

“Eddie has plans, and they may not involve you.”

That’s what she’d said to him when he told her they were dating.

No congratulations, no friendly smile or hug, not even the expected game of 20 questions.

The words played on loop in his head as he found an excuse to leave movie night early, as he drove home, as he took a shower. 

He barely slept that night.

Nancy was right in a way; Eddie did have plans.

—-

“She what?” Eddie yelled.

“Eds-”

“No, that’s. Stevie, you know how ridiculous that is, don’t you?”

He did. 

But he also…didn’t.

It really wasn’t that ridiculous to think that maybe his boyfriend of barely a month would have plans that didn’t involve Steve.

Steve may be head over heels in love with him, but he hadn’t said that. 

“Is it?” Steve asked, not looking up at Eddie pacing in front of him.

Eddie stopped in front of him, dropping to his knees on the floor between Steve’s parted legs.

His hands gripped Steve’s knees, squeezing in silent comfort.

“Sweetheart, I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I’m all in with us. I’m not going anywhere that you can’t or don’t want to follow. If someone sends me to the moon, you better start packing your bags,” Eddie left a kiss on his thigh, looking up at Steve’s wide, glassy eyes. “I don’t think she meant to hurt you, Stevie. I’d just talked to her about the band possibly going to Chicago for a show soon and how excited we were about producers being there.”

“And if they like you guys, you’ll leave. And you should! I don’t wanna hold you back. I just was so wrapped up in the now, ya know?” 

Eddie looked up at him, eyes squinting at him for a moment before he stood up.

He sat down on the bed and pulled Steve onto him so he was straddling his thighs.

“You are more than just my now, Steve Harrington.”

Steve’s heart fluttered in his chest.

Eddie cupped his face in his hands, leaning his head down so their foreheads rested against each other.

“We’ve seen the end of the world together, we’ve seen each other at our worst, at our bruised, at our most vulnerable. You’re my entire world now, and in the future.” Eddie let out a shaky breath, something foreign for him, usually so confident in his words. “I love you. It might scare you off, but I do. I haven’t stopped picturing my future with you in it. Nothing could drag me away from you, not the band, not the kids, not myself. I’m yours, for the long haul, wherever that takes both of us.”

Steve sniffled, the tears pooling in his eyes fighting so hard to fall.

“You can’t say stuff like that,” he squeaked out.

“Why can’t I?”

“I might believe it.”

Eddie tugged him closer, one hand on the back of his head holding him against his shoulder, one arm wrapped around his waist.

“I need you to believe it, love. There is nothing that will keep me from loving you. If Vecna himself couldn’t, then Nancy’s words sure as shit won’t.”

And it could be simple.

It could.

Steve could believe it, he could say the words back, he could plan a real future with Eddie, something he’d never been able to do with anyone else.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Eddie interrupted his thoughts, his hand squeezing Steve’s hip.

Steve pulled back, looking at Eddie’s earnest face.

“I’m scared to love you the way that I do,” Steve admitted, voice barely more than a whisper.

Eddie heard him, though.

He beamed up at Steve.

“You can be scared, but you can love me anyway,” Eddie shrugged, as if it could actually be that simple.

Love was a silly thing. 

Steve felt it easily, for Robin, for the kids, for the Byers’, even Nancy still. He’d known what he felt for Eddie was love way before this conversation, but he hadn’t realized how much that love could grow when it was reciprocated.

Eddie looked at him now like he already knew, like Steve holding back wasn’t changing the fact that Steve had loved him for months now, maybe even longer.

“You can love me, Stevie. I want you to love me. Love me the way you feel,” Eddie continued.

His words cut through his heart, but in a different way than Nancy’s had.

Steve never got to love people the way he felt, always too much, always overwhelming.

His parents taught him not to be needy, let people show their love from a distance and don’t force your attention and care on them.

Nancy taught him that he couldn’t be someone else just because he wanted to love someone, that he had to accept that love wasn’t always enough for a relationship.

Eddie, though.

Eddie had taught him that there was nothing shameful about being loud with your passion, with your love. He taught him that he can’t hold back his feelings, not for anyone, especially not for himself.

He was showing him, more every day, that loving someone can and should be fulfilling.

He couldn’t be scared of loving Eddie, not when Eddie had always shown him how to be brave.

“I love you so much,” Steve gasped out.

It wasn’t the declaration he’d planned, or even wanted, but that somehow made it better for them.

Eddie’s beaming smile proved that even further.

“I’m so in love with you, I don’t know what to do with it all. I just keep thinking that one day I’ll wake up and feel less, but I just keep feeling more. I’m not good with words like you are, but I love you,” Steve added, finally gaining his voice.

“Feels good, right?”

“To love you?”

Eddie leaned up, kissed his chin, then the corner of his mouth.

“To show it to someone who wants it.”

Steve bit his lip, realizing that yeah, it did feel good. Really good.

“You’re gonna get so tired of me loving you.”

It was said as a joke, but it was his last genuine fear. The one thing that he knew always happened.

“I will never get tired of you loving me. Not for a single second. Not even when we’re old dudes sitting on our porch yelling at the kids with the loud music,” Eddie poked his side as he spoke.

“You won’t ever yell at anyone for loud music.”

“You never know. I could become a grumpy old man. Will you still love me?” Eddie pouted up at him.

“I think I’d love any version of you. Actually, I know I would.” “And you say I’m the sappy one.”

[theclaravoyant]

buddie + a kiss on the back of the neck. (bonus points for kitchen scenes, my beloved)

from this prompt list. also for the anon who requested buddie + a romantic kiss, although i may well write a separate one for that too!

AN ~ fluff. shameless, embarassing fluff.

- Eddie has dreamed of mornings like this. Literally. The only thing missing is the blurry-edged filter his mind tends to supply – although, his sleep-addled eyes are doing their best imitation. He wakes to the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup and salty bacon and scrambled eggs and his stomach growls.

He pinches himself on the back of the hand. Shakes it out. Yep, unless his brain has trained in covert operations while he wasn't looking, he's no longer dreaming. So he pads out into the kitchen feeling soft and sleepy and vulnerable and wonders how quietly he can deposit himself at the tiny dining table. Could he make it to the coffee machine and back without causing a disturbance?

It doesn't matter. He lingers instead, and gets caught up in watching. Buck is currently in an argument with a pancake, cursing as the acrid smell of burning hits his nostrils and forces him to turn on the rattling range-hood fan. Eddie's eyes trace his dance backward and forward; the way his shoulders hunch as he tries his best to salvage it, muttering threats and condolences in equal measure as he scrapes it free and evacuates it to the plate.

Eddie moves closer, because he can now, and he wraps his arms around Buck's hips.

Buck just frowns down at his work.

“You need a new stove,” he grumbles. “A new fry pan, at the very least.”

“A poor workman blames his tools, Buck.” Eddie presses a kiss to the back of Buck's neck, and another to the spot where it meets his shoulder. It still kind of surprises him, how naturally this comes to him. He's been waiting for someone to kiss in the kitchen his entire goddamned life. And he smells like pancakes.

“I- I have become accustomed to a certain lifestyle,” Buck attempts to explain. “A certain standard of cookware- What are you-”

Eddie pulls away to pick up the burnt pancake and take a bite. Buck looks appalled. Eddie looks him in the eyes.

“Delicious,” he mumbles, beaming around the mouthful of it, “burnt and all. But you already knew that.”

Buck could just about melt. It's not fair how romantically Eddie speaks sometimes, let alone how fluffy his hair is in the morning, and how much of it he's been blessed to see lately. Or how much he really, really wants to kiss the crumbs off his lips all of a sudden. And so, he does, and he finds that even his morning breath isn't too bad, drenched in batter and syrup and a sizeable dose of how lucky am I?

Eddie looks at him a little bit swoony afterwards with those big brown baby-cow eyes, and Buck wonders how on Earth the two of them ever got anything done.

“You know,” Eddie offers. “We should finish unpacking your kitchen stuff, since mine is suddenly so terrible. Christopher will be back from camp tonight and expecting your finest.”

“Mm. Tough critic, that kid.”

“I dunno. I think you've got a shoe in.”

“Printed a reference from my landlord, just in case.”

“Buck.” Eddie rolls his eyes, and he's so deeply in love his chest actually hurts. “Be serious. He's going to be so happy.”

“He'll probably call us both idiots.” “Yeah, well.” Buck kisses him one more time, and wonders how he hasn't been doing this for years. “When he's right, he's right.”

[tiredlilguy]

Hiii :)

First of all, your blog looks so pretty! I'm really looking forward to seeing more works of you.

Secondly, could I please request relationship headcannons for Verlaine? Only of you feel like it of course.

Hope you have a great day/night!

Bye.

AAAAAAAAAA! thanks so much >:D i try to make it look pretty, i'm glad someone noticed tysm >o< this request is cute asf, so ty for requesting :D i hope you enjoy!!!

pairing: Verlaine X GN!Reader cw:desc: just some fluffy, romantic hc's with the silly french man mwehehe

oh my god, you finally got him out of the basement (congratulations)

Joking, but anyways

Im doing these hc’s of him post SB btw

he’s really sweet to you, but he probably doesn’t talk much

Will recite little lines of poetry that he wrote when u come visit him in the basement, sometimes sad, sometimes happy

But you’re his muse, the moment that you start frequently visiting him in the basement, you’re all that he find himself writing about

If you two are in the same room though, he probably won’t talk much, but he does enjoy your presence

He doesn’t mind if you talk though, he enjoys listening to your voice and hearing you talking about your day

Get him desserts when he’s down there, or just food in general; the mafia only gives him rations (and he barely eats them), but he’ll appreciate anything you get him

Love languages are quality time, likes to receives acts of service and strangely enough physical affection

Really hesitant to touch you at first because he thinks he’s going to hurt you for some reason, mainly because he has a hard time thinking that he’s worthy of human affection

If you touch him, he’ll probably go stuff at first before relaxing into it

When he did start initiating forms of affection though, he would probably gently put his hand over yours, or kiss you on the hand when he greets you

(Let’s say u somehow got him out of the basement)

He spoils you… he gets all this money from being a Port Mafia executive and so what's he going to do with it? I mean, you’re mafia too, but you don’t earn nearly as much as he does

You will be living in a penthouse on the top floor with way much more space that you actually need

He’ll get you luxury everything and anything, you have his credit card in your pocket whenever you’re going out by yourself and you don’t even realize it, he’ll just slip it in your wallet or pocket when you’re not paying attention

I can see him liking to slow dance with you, he’ll have a record player in the background and when you get home he’ll take you in his arms and slow dance with you

Can he cook? Hot take, but no. (Rimbaud taught him everything, just not how to cook), but I can see him being somewhat of a househusband (he cleans around a little bit and will get you groceries for dinner, but he cannot tell the different between a pickle and cucumber… please send him pictures)

If he’s not in the basement he’s in the penthouse, probably not doing much unless Mori calls him to go train another subordinate

He just likes to be at home, but sometimes he needs to get out of there too because he gets too much into his own head

If he is out with you though, he’ll enjoy going to a cafe or a library; somewhere where he can just enjoy his time with you whether you’re both quiet or talking

Or he’ll sit at the park with you, but only if there’s not too many people

He won’t be doing that on his own though, he’ll only do that with you

Is ok with PDA, but just hand-holding; he’ll kiss you on the cheek if he’s going to leave you for a second though

Likes to sleep with you on his chest, he sleeps on his back

Or he has an arm around you in some sort of way :)

will melt if you braid his hair/take care of his hair in any way-

Will hum lullabies to you, either consciously or unconsciously; he just enjoys being able to see you fully relax in his arms

And is happy to know that he’s not really a monster after all (aw, yay)

[olderthannetfic]

So I know I'm like several years late to the party with this, I just played it for the first time recently, but for those in this F/F discourse who like me, their big stumbling block with a lot of F/F fanfic is that they're specifically into messier, kinkier or more "toxic" dynamics between women than the romantic friends-to-lovers fluff that seems to predominate these days (though considering this is a common complaint, is probably already on the way out): cannot recommend the visual novel Ladykiller in a Bind enough. Especially the route with the Beauty - not gonna spoil, but you'll have fun, at least if you're not totally turned off by BDSM.

Anyway, has anyone noticed that it feels like even if F/F fandom is moving away from the fluff-only stuff, a lot of people who sign up for F/F in fanfic exchanges seem to be realllllly fluffy in their preferences? Like even in a lot of kink-centric ones (like kink in the BDSM/fetish sense, not the way fanfic uses it as just "trope you like"), it's a lot of stuff like that "consensual sex pollen" thing people were ranting about a few asks ago. I feel like the only way I can get the kind of F/F I really like in exchanges is if I get like five of my like-minded friends to sign up, and then we either end up just writing for each other, or are writing and receiving some M/M or F/M ship we also requested.

I sometimes wonder, because this is a trajectory that I went through myself and have seen so many other lesbians and bi women go through, that it has to do with comfort level about your sexuality. Like I was kind of afraid when first coming out to admit the freakier, less "good representation" style stuff I liked, and then once I got over it I was like making up for lost time. Especially when it seems like a lot of people with those preferences also buy heavily into "anti" thinking (like people have discussed with the Rhaenicent stuff), I do kind of wonder if it's motivated by shame in your less "moral "desires. THough obviously a lot of people just like fluffier stuff naturally and can process all they want and that's still goign to be what they like. I tend to have fluffier, more romantic preferences in M/M for whatever reason and all the processing in the world hasn't made me more want to read whumpier or kinkier fic.

(I'm a lesbian, ftr, and again I don't wnat to seem like I'm shaming anyone else, but I have kind of wondered what it means that /I/ am into one thing with the gender I'm actually attracted to IRL and one thing very different with the one I'm not. And then my preferences in F/M seem to be a lot more situational, depending on the ship or the fandom in question or the fanfic writer, etc.)

Also wondering if even more generally, what y'all have noticed is the difference in the overall patterns of preferences of people who sign up for fanfic exchanges vs. fanfic writers as a whole. As someone who does a lot of exchanges, it's something I've kind of wondered about in myself, too, especially compared to my friends who aren't as into them as much.

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[differentnighttale]

Myself and Asexuality

Yeah, so this is a lil rant about my relationship as being a grey ace girl.

For the longest time, I wasn't attracted to guys, the other way like my peers and I couldn't relate. All my crushes were all romantic and shit but sometimes I do feel the other attraction and sometimes I won't feel it for a month then boom, it comes, and it makes me so uncomfortable. And even I, an older sophomore couldn't believe that people younger than me already freaky ahh thoughts and I didn't.

Other older aces have told me, hey, you might just a late bloomer and did agree because I did feel it but, hey it never strayed that far sometimes and I found myself desiring guys a lot then poof, it goes away.

By then, I used to identify as closely as heteroromantic Grey Ace then.

Right now, I did feel more allo today, but it was still not as wild or intense.

Don't get me wrong, guys, being ace is a SPECTRUM, a very broad and diverse one. Your experiences might not be the same as other people though and that's okay, it's your journey and your trip, hey, you might be wrong, or you might be right, or you might be right.

Try different labels to see if it fits, if it does brava and if it doesn't it's a oh kay.

Okay, Andamo.

Well, to dive in deeper to my experiences. It is my experience with grey asexuality, Aspecs are valid and Arospecs are valid.

I would DNF a book if it's completely filed with NSFW content, I feel very bad about this thought as a reader, I love romance and I crave hand holding, movies and couple stuff but if the couple are constantly at each other, I would DNF the book.

I was once into a very good book, but the content was too much for me but hey, what about the cute moments, I enjoyed it Tho. The laughers sweet face and the cats. Don't forgot the pets.

So yeah.

Ace and Aspec people can love and enjoy content like that. That doesn't mean their less or not ace. Fiction is different from reality; this is just me. Every ace person is different.

I cannot get into NSFW manhwas again unless, it is cute and fluffy and romantic and censored, then I'll enjoy it by scrolling. It's too intense, ew the making out. Or l will overlook it like a mean girl.

Yeah, My friends were right.

I don't judge people's experiences in that manner, I will actually be suspired ad interested and secretly wishing that was me sometimes but overall, I am pretty neutral to indifferent.

But I can write it.

Aces and Aspec can write that, we are very good at it.

Guys, but there are a lot of positive aces not all of us are repulsed by it. Grazie.

Then to me, I dislike wearing short skirts and crop tops, it is sometimes empowering but overall, I do not like it. It makes me uncomfortable, and I hate it, no matter how much I get praised. I feel judged.

Again, Aces and Aspec people can dress all hot and stuff, that doesn't mean they are in fact less ace.

On top of that, figuring out that I am probably very huge probably bisexual or biromantic, complicating my feelings because as for girls is either aesthetic attraction, nervousness or staring then boom goes the bomb, the other way.

Thank you for listening to my TEDtalk.

Midcrop.

(If I said anything wrong or offensive, please tell me. I am a baby ace and trying to shed the light to world and this is my experiences. I censor certain words, so it goes to other audiences too.)

Ciao ,for now.

[cuephrase]

20 questions for writers

tysm for the tag @crows-murder!!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

seven, but two of those are site skins

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

51,455, which is. so little. omg

3. what fandoms do you write for?

rn, exclusively batfam. i've also posted fic for bnha, and while i do think there's a solid chance i'll post more my hero fic in the future, idk when. i've also written for tmnt, voltron, and spn, but most of those never left my notebooks lmao

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

penance - ghost!robins au where tim dies + meets ghost!jason, and metric tons of emotional devastation ensue. MCD tagged bc yk. tim wakes up dead.

adds up to less - my sole bnha fic, platonic bakudeku that spans from childhood to after their fight post-all might vs. afo, centered around the fact that izuku knows katsuki's mom is abusive

despite all his efforts - whumptober fill for solitary confinement, dami and dick!bats and pain

bile is sweeter - whumptober fill for safety net, dick & tim where tim gets seriously injured on patrol. ambiguous ending as a standalone, but also ended up becoming the prelude to penance.

i know (do you know?) - whumptober fill for delirium, jason & dick, jason & bruce, bruce & dick sick!fic where jason is sick and bruce and dick are at odds but trying not to be.

5. do you respond to comments?

yes!! i love responding to comments. i am really behind atm, bc 1) penance got way more attention than i expected and 2) the comments are so frickin kind and like i short-circuit.

planning on responding to some more tonight, i want to try and wrestle my inbox away from hitting a like critical mass point

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

hmmm. i think it depends, especially on how you interpret the end of 'bile is sweeter', but my gut instinct is 'despite all of his efforts'.

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

mmmm. none of them? jk jk, kind of. i think they're all bittersweet is the thing. maybe 'penance'? or ik(dyk)? actually no, it's def 'penance'. neither of them end super fluffy, (or fluffy at all? fuzzy at best), but like i personally think, as hard won as it is, 'penance' has a happy ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

i have not yet!! shockingly.

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

cuephrase on ao3 does not have any smut posted

10. do you write crossovers?

no, at least not yet. i don't think i will?

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of 🤞

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!! i don't think i've written anything popular enough to warrant a translation haha

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

not yet!! i think it would be super fun tho

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

uh. hmm. i don't know if i have one?? ships rank pretty low on my overall interest, relationships that stick with me forever and a day are siblings lmao. but okay.

overall, like regardless of fandom it's probs a tie between kyo/tohru from fruits basket and kabakura/koyanagi from wotakoi.

rn my top ship is timkon, no contest. love those two very much. platonic or romantic i am sat.

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

any of them? all of them? i have one fic with like actual words written, everything else is percolating in my mind. i have a decent track record of finishing stuff i start...but starting is difficult. i'm trying to work on that tho!! i really love writing and every time i sweet talk myself into it i'm like omg why don't we do this more often. baby cue would be horrified at how little i write.

16. What are your writing strengths?

making people cry. at the ripe-old age of 7 i decided the best writing was the kind that elicited a physical reaction, which to me was either tears or laughter and i don't think i'm funny. so bringing the pain it was.

and dialogue. i'm super picky about my dialogue and i act out convos + read exchanges out loud. i worry sometimes that i like have too many "blah blah bla-" type lines, but like when people are arguing, nobody is getting out full sentences lmao. there's a balance to it, for sure tho

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

setting/description. i have the worst White Room Syndrome ever i fear. like, okay, so writing for me typically feels like i'm watching something play out and just recording what i see, and uh what i see is usually characters interacting. sometimes they're interacting with their environment but ehhhhh. so i have to make a conscious effort to have my writing not be talking heads interspersed with chekhov's guns

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

i don't do it. too paranoid about it being wrong. i don't mind it when someone else does it, but if i was going to do it foreign language dialogue would probably be written like "<This is not English>." with a note at the beginning that dialogue in <> is X language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i was going to say tmnt, but then i remembered i wrote warrior cats fic way before i knew what fic was omg. stopppppp. i was like eight, i think? but like. consciously knew that i was writing fanfic? tmnt.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

hmmmm. this is probs a tie between 'penance' and 'ik(dyk)' rn, the former was just so much fun to write and the latter features robin!jason and dick bonding which i'm particularly fond of rn hehe this was sm fun!! no pressure tagging @androxys @librarylexicon @tevyaa, @coyote-nebula, @motleyfam and anyone else who sees this and wants to play!!

[its-all-papaya]

ANGST??? IN MY SOFT FLUFFY FIC?????

Man. The whole scene with Lando dropping Emma off. This poor man’s brain really never shuts off. It’s just constant questioning and so much thinking. (So real honestly, you must’ve used my brain as reference)

“It’s always weird, giving his own mum parenting instructions.” Random line that I loved bc obviously when there is an unexpected pregnancy, the main focus is on the new parents’ feelings but I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for his parents as well. Seeing your young son thrown into this scary, new situation, juggling between being excited to have a grandchild but also seeing your OWN child so overwhelmed and knowing there’s only so much you can do to help. This line probably had very little importance but it just got me THINKING. (I love the Norris family dynamic so I couldn’t help but wonder how it would go yk)

“I love you so much.” “Love you more.” “Love you most.” God I just love them so much. (Also love how she was reluctant to let go of her dad until sweets were promised lol)

“This isn’t a special enough occasion for you?” “Course it is.” DOWN BAD. Oh Oscar I am so familiar with your game but it never seizes to emotionally demolish me-

“Yeah. I hardly live here, honestly. If I tell you my place in Monaco’s better, you have no choice but to believe me, so: my place in Monaco’s better.” If you told me this was a real Oscar quote, I genuinely would believe you.

Once again I just love your descriptions of all the gentle gestures. From the cuddling, to the hand on his ankle. You mentioned how bc you’re ace it’s something you always love to see in fics and how you enjoy dragging those soft moments out like spicy scenes and as someone who likely falls somewhere on the ace spectrum as well, I so appreciate that. There’s not enough fics that drag out hug scenes or gentle gestures the way you do and it’s so refreshing to read.

Now. This line. “s’alright, baby” Ik this basically contradicts what I was just talking about but AH. Lando’s swooning, I’m swooning, everyone is. But anyway back to what I was saying- I love how even the spicier stuff is written tastefully (?) Like it all just feels so sweet, so soft, it’s not a hookup, it’s an intimate moment between two people who care about each other. I say it all the time but really your writing is just incredible.

Now the angst. oml the whole time I was wanting to yell at him through my phone screen to tell him to COMMUNICATE. Like I know he has a hard time putting thoughts into words but it was PAINFUL to read.

There’s such a clear lingering fear of abandonment from Emma’s mother even though there was no romantic feelings there I can absolutely understand why he would be so afraid of brining someone he cares about so much into his life bc now it’s not just about the fact that Oscar can leave like Emma’s mom but he can also break Lando’s heart too. He’s not just risking Emma’s stability but his own heart now too.

But of course Oscar in this universe being Oscar is just wonderful as ever and is so patient and so understanding even when he doesn’t fully understand. Man is really a walking green flag.

Ok. I gotta stop this went WAY longer than I thought lmao. I swear I gotta just man up and DM you sometime bc I can never get all my thoughts out in these asks 😭

Anyway so hyped for chapter 10 :) -og

chapter 9

i am once again saying.... i tagged it angst.... everybody knew what was coming eventually.....

that being said, there is plenty more fluff to come and cancel this out, don't fret don't fret.

I LOVE THE NORRIS FAMILY DYNAMIC. yeah. god. i didn't think too much about lando's family until writing this scene, which - i don't want to get too in-the-weeds of my writing process, but basically all of my chapters had outlines, but i never knew how i was going to START a chapter until i got there, and just started throwing shit down. and i struggled with chapter 8 for so so soooooo long (famously the chapter that made me miss my stop on public transit bc i was trying to work out how i was going to fix it), that when i finally got to start a new chapter, it was like breathing fresh air, and everything just flowed very easily at the start of nine. but ANYWAY, once i threw THAT scene in, it made me think about lando's family in a real sense. like i'd obviously included the earlier bits of parenting advice lando's mum gave him, but putting them both physically in the same space with emma at the same time made me think about what you're talking about, which is that lando's parents LOVE him. he has such a beautiful relationship with both of his parents irl, and they're both so invested in his success, and so affectionate with him, and seemingly so supportive, that in writing this chapter, i was like... watching him go through the pregnancy + early days with emma must have been really, really hard for them. but it's like now, watching him handle emma so easily and be so in tune with her and her needs must also make them so so proud. so basically that line did NOT have very little importance, lmao, i thought about the start of this chapter very deeply after writing it. (factors in a bit later in the fic, too)

everybody keeps talking about oscar's game and smoothness in this fic and now feels like a good time to admit that i didn't really TRY to make him smooth? i just kind of like. wrote dialogue. and now i'm confused bc EYE am certainly not a smooth person and EYE certainly don't have game, so i'm like... if oscar's awkward and i'm awkward, who's driving the bus? anyway. it works on lando, so i'm gonna take it ig.

If you told me this was a real Oscar quote, I genuinely would believe you.

do you remember the other day in a random ask when i was like "most of the time i'm just guessing and hoping for the best, but sometimes my brain comes up with dialogue that is so AGGRESSIVELY Oscar"? this line was one of those for SURE, like i was smirking like that duck with the cigarette while writing it because i could HEAR it in his sly tone he uses in media when he knows he's being clever.

I love how even the spicier stuff is written tastefully (?) Like it all just feels so sweet, so soft, it’s not a hookup, it’s an intimate moment between two people who care about each other.

i actually struggled for a bit early on with deciding how i wanted to include intimacy/sexual content in this fic, because i didn't really want to include full blown smut, but this specific scene concept (lando freaking out the first time they start hooking up) was like one of my ORIGINAL plot benchmarks. so the fic as a whole is mostly 'fade to black' or like... thinly veiled asides (like lando getting off in the shower after their running date in chapter 8), but this scene specifically had to be a bit more fleshed out because things are happening for the plot in the middle of it, obviously. even while writing it, though, like. it's objectively kind of hot, but the point wasn't 'oscar hand job through lando's jeans' it was 'lando's relationship(?) with oscar getting really real really fast for him.' and as always with this fic, i wanted to put readers through lando's thought process. so i wanted the moment to be experienced by you guys how i imagined lando experiencing it. which was like... idk, kind of dreamlike, i guess. hot and meaningful but also weirdly a bit distant? i actually got to a point with this scene where I was disappointed that we didn't get to see the handjob through, bc the way i was building it up was sexy to me and I wanted more of oscar guiding lando through it. and having that thought, i was like 'i've done my job well.' because - as lando said - it's not that he doesn't want it. he wants it desperately.

(oh my ramble btw. good lord. i feel passionately abt that i guess)

yes yes yes to all the stuff at the end. sometimes i fear i made oscar too much of a saint in this fic and then i have to remind myself that he really is kind of like that with people he cares about. very considerate boy.

anyway!!!! sorry for the angst, glad you liked 9, can't wait to ramble to you about 10 as well.

ALSO yes dm me!! i am so not scary and i'd love to write 8000 more words about this fic for you at any point if you would like to unmask urself. if not, no worries <3 love you just as much as an anon <3

[cassidy273]

Stuff I dislike in fanfic:

Note: I am not saying that you CAN'T write this stuff. There will always be tropes and other things that some people just don't like, and these are just some of mine. If you do any of the things listed here, PLEASE don't take this list as an insult.

When the fic is marked as complete, but when you eventually get to the end, it's obvious that it's not actually complete. This just pisses me off so much.

2. In x reader fics, when the character meant to be the reader runs away crying at the most random shit. Even when I was in my cringe Wattpad phase, when I read a fic where Y/N ran away from a neighbourhood barbeque in tears because a woman who mentioned that the love interest was attractive ONE TIME was there, I immediately clicked out.

3. Bad grammar. It's just been one of my massive pet peeves ever since I learned how to read and write.

4. When it's literally just a giant block of text. Like, no paragraph breaks whatsoever. I have trouble staying focused on one thing at a time already, this just annoys me.

5. Characters being forgiven WAY too easily. I read a fic with a part where Character A finds out Character B cheated on them with two different women at the same time (Character B told them all he was single), and all it took was a 'Darling, no, they meant nothing to me I swear' for them to be forgiven. I was gobsmacked.

6. No summaries. No offence meant if you don't write summaries, I just don't read fics without them.

7. Fics written specifically to bash certain ships. Like, I know Clay Puppington/Danielle Stopframe is toxic and unhealthy as fuck, leave me alone and let me read fanfic of them.

8. Sex positions that make me have to pause and just wonder how the actual hell a person can do that.

9. Not tagging something like Major Character Death because the author wanted to surprise the readers. I hate this because sometimes I wanna read fluffy and happy fics with absolutely no angst, and then this happens.

10. Bi erasure. As a bisexual person, it really annoys me when characters who have dated/been involved with (romantically or sexually) characters of the opposite gender in the past get called gay/lesbian for being involved with characters of the same gender. The same goes for characters who have been involved with characters of the same gender in the past getting called straight for being involved with characters of the opposite gender.

Once again, this is NOT meant to be offensive to anybody and if you were offended, I'm sorry.

Update: So it turned out I wasn't as bisexual as I thought ✂️✂️✂️

[flimflamfandom]

FREPPER HEADCANONS

It’s a day ending in Y! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, IT’S TIME TO OBSESS ABOUT FREPPER!

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-Ivy gets disciplined by Mitzi a few times about PDA. At least, PDA on the clock. She obviously doesn’t mind if two consenting individuals *gasp* hold hands and *double gasp* smooch sometimes, but Ivy has a nasty habit of doing this while Calvin is...’observing the patrons’ (staking someone out).

-Calvin is the one who cooks. Ivy is a very clever woman - stellar actress, brilliant mathematician, Always more up to date on science and technology than Cal - but one time Calvin asked her to cook dinner because he was gonna be staying late at the Daisy and she nearly burned down their tiny apartment. Trying to boil water. So yeah Cal does the cooking.

-Ivy is the smart one. That’s right! Sure, Calvin ends up being a real fluffy language type writer, but Ivy is the one who’s considered smart. She handles finances, she majored in mathematics, she had a subscription to Science AND the American Journal of Mathematics, AND she knew how to fly planes. Calvin wrote silly little books.

-They’re both very romantic, but in different ways. Ivy was, as previously discussed, physical. She liked to touch. But Calvin (who was also kinda physical) was a giver. He would give her things, write her poems, sing her songs, all sorts of stuff. She LOVED every bit of it.

-The two wrote each other ALL. THE. TIME. Like, seriously, there are THOUSANDS of letters. Calvin wrote more per letter, but Ivy wrote more letters. Specifically, she sent a metric shit load of post cards to Calvin. Calvin, in turn, would write these very flowery (and sometimes raunchy) love letters. They both traveled frequently for work, so writing was a good way to stay together!

-Calvin kept many secrets. He NEVER told her why he got into the business, not truthfully. He never told her about the horrible dreams, the truth behind his outbursts, the visions, the screams...she was also suspicious he had something to do with some sort of job in Ireland but she could never tell for sure.

-Ivy and Calvin slept better with each other. NO, NOT LIKE THAT. I mean to say that they were always more comfortable with one another, and that Calvin only really got sleep when Ivy was there...this is mostly because Ivy would drag him by the ear to bed if she had to!

-Ivy liked that he wasn’t super intimidating. Seriously, every other NIGHT when business picked up again, some weirdly frightening dude would try and hit on her all dangerous gangster ‘Peeky Blinders’ style, not knowing that her type was really soft spoken lads who wore flat caps and smiled gently when they saw you. She didn’t want these James Cagney types, she wanted Calvin! And lucky her, she tended to get what she wanted~!

-Calvin was not a jealous man. Calvin was mostly too much of a pushover to be jealous of anyone, but also, he’d seen Ivy reject so many people in favor of him that he just...started to figure that maybe, just maybe, she DID like him!

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW, BUT THERE WILL BE MORE!!!

[cupcakewebkinz]

I'm just gonna put this out here at like, 3 am because I'm so exhausted and I'm honestly starting to care less and less lol

A long rant about my life below, if you want to know where I've been for a while. Any trigger warnings will be put before the read more promise (and tags)

Oh and, quick mention, if you want to reach out but don't want to read any of this, you're absolutely valid please feel free to reach out whenever you want. I need friends right now, even if you don't want to know why. My dms are always open I just sometimes struggle to reply sorry-

Tw: Politics, depression, s/h + suicidal thoughts

Fandom mentioned: Dandy's World (a whole ass explanation of why I'm so obsessed ngl-)

Hey, I'm Kai, as I'm sure most of the people who follow me are aware. Irl, nobody calls me that though, and for good reasons now.

Ever since Trump has taken office again, I've been slowly going down further and further into a deep depression spiral, and every time I think about reaching out for help, I realize I'm stuck in one of thee worst places for a severely depressed gay to get help in. I live in Florida, and if you know why this is so bad, I am so sorry for you. If you don't, I won't go into detail here, but please research when you're in a good headspace, I genuinely don't want more people getting hurt because of me.

I've been slowly attempting to reach out to people again, to find someone, anyone, who could make me feel loved and okay again, but my brain keeps screaming at me that I don't deserve it and that I'm just... Not supposed to find the love and support I need. It tells me I'm not supposed to find a good partner, that I'm not supposed to feel wanted, that I don't deserve to breathe some days even. It's been such a struggle to even talk to my closest friends... And I will never be able to apologize enough for accidentally ignoring them. Some days I just lay in bed, hoping something would just come and kill me already, other days I wish I wasn't so scared of blood so I could hurt myself like I feel like I deserve. I should've gotten a job by now... But every time I get close to getting one, something happens to make it impossible. I feel trapped... I have always felt trapped in this state.

I've honestly felt so isolated too, having no car and only one friend who knows me irl, I hardly leave my house anymore. I've been curled up in bed for months now... Only getting up to use the bathroom, eat, drink, stuff like that. I felt so confined for so long, felt like a massive waste of space and money, it really took a toll on me physically and mentally. My chronic pain has never been higher, my depression is the same way, I often find myself wishing to just disappear or just giving up on having valid relationships - platonic and romantic - altogether because of everything making me spiral. I've also had some problems in my family, but that's staying private, I'm only going to say that I'm not the only one going down the mental crisis spiral right now. That too has been making it hard to believe I deserve love and support... I'm not as sick as they are, so I've been put on the back burner, and probably forgotten about as I learned how to mask my horrible mental health honestly.

However, lately, I've come across Dandy's World on Roblox and found out one of my siblings plays it, so I started to play with her. The people there have been so funny, so uplifting and just so... Fun. It's been so much fun. I fell in love with the characters and even related to quite a few of them, especially Shelly and Vee, different aspects of them both yeah but I really grew attached to them. I then found out about the ship between them and how absolutely fluffy some people make it and... It's honestly been my escape now. I bought Vee two days ago in game, and I've been slowly learning how to play her in the best way, and I've made so many dear friends already from it. I've been delving deep into the lore and writing my own au and devouring all the Shellevision fanfics I can possibly find 😂

I know this isn't the most healthy thing to do, I completely understand that, I really should be job hunting and doing my best to be an adult. But honestly, it's been such a peaceful escape from the dark thoughts that have been suffocating me lately. Moral of the story is, even though life can be a fucking shitshow, there's so many people out there who can and will make you feel like you belong somewhere. Even though a fanbase has a reputation for being a toxic disaster, there will always be people who are genuinely kind and loving and caring in there. Life will give you ways to remind you of how beautiful you are, and I found that in silly Roblox games as I slowly start selling Kandi bracelets and necklaces for a living irl.

There's a place for everyone, you just have to find it.

Also I'm reblogging a shit ton of Shellevision and Fruitcake sorry but I'm not actually sorry I am indulging to feel better tonight lol

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 22 – MCU

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: nightwalker

nightwalker writes some of my hands-down favorite Stony ship dynamics. They're fluffy and angsty and funny and everything I love in this fandom! By the way, nightwalker doesn't just write MCU-centric stuff (their 616 fics are amazing too), but I wanted to rec them here because there are so many of their MCU fics I love that it just felt right.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

The Haircut

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,200 Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Fighting and Making Up, Getting Together

Summary: Steve's used to having it all together, so managing to blow it with both of his closest friends in one day is something of a record for him.

Reasons why I love it: I am an absolute sucker for Tony swooping in and being exactly what Bucky needs at any given moment, especially when Steve is there to be both desperately grateful and jealous at the same time. I love this fic so much, and I really hope you go and experience it for yourself, because it's fantastic!

Anchor

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 722 Tags: Tattoos, First Time, Past Suicidal Thoughts

Summary: Tony realizes what’s about to happen at the exact moment that Steve’s eyes are drawn to the dark black print.

Reasons why I love it: This fic makes me so goddamn emotional. I love the concept in itself already, and nightwalker's writing style just makes it all the more impactful. The flashbacks to young Tony just make me want to give him a hug, and Steve's reaction when he finds out about the tattoo is A+ tear-jerking bliss. I love this one so much!

Bitter and Sweet

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,044 Tags: Friendship, Stress Baking, Fluff

Summary: Bucky's having a rough night. Fortunately he's got a coping mechanism. And good friends.

Reasons why I love it: I really love their friendship in this one, they're so free with their affections. It's always nice to see a couple who is so secure in their relationship that they can joke around like this and offer physical comfort without it being weird. And Bucky being a stress-baker is a personal head-canon of mine, so I am very happy to see it. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

Four Times Steve Said I Love You and One Time Tony Said It First

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,190 Tags: First Kiss, Schmoop, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The words are easier for Steve to say, but that doesn't mean that Tony feels it any less.

Reasons why I love it: My HEART, oh my god, they're both such sweethearts, I want to squish them! If you ever need a reminder as to why you love Stony, read this fic, because it'll give you all the happy feels. It's so good and romantic and lovely and I just love it a lot, okay? If you don't know this one, you HAVE to read it. I've decided.

names that fade (and stay)

Pairing: Steve/Bucky/Tony Rating: T Words: 3,416 Tags: Soulmates, Relationship Negotiations, Developing Relationship

Summary: Steve has always had two names, one on his right wrist and one on his left. It's not unheard of, or even uncommon – soulmates die, after all, and sometimes people move on.

Reasons why I love it: The first chapter of this fic gives me that bittersweet feeling of remembering your first love. Steve's non-relationship with Peggy is painful and beautiful, and I am so glad that the second chapter comes in and fixes everything. I love all of the separate dynamics – Steve and Bucky, Tony and Steve, Bucky and Tony, all of them together – and the way they're established. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

[stardustdiiving]

I would read your zhongxiao codependent yuri Like, I do generally picture them as a vaguely father/son dynamic BUT THAT IS NOT CANON. It's just as much fun to view them through a romantic interpretation! Idk why people can't view the same characters in different kinds of relationships without being weird about it.

Anyway I love your vision and would love to hear more about it lakdjs

THANK U SO MUCH Im not sure if I’m gonna write zx in the future since I’ve tended to be shy about posting my stuff relating to them for over a yr now, but I did post this fic with them last year while trying to get a hold on how to write them (mind the tags it’s pure angst omg). I was too shy to tag it as ship since it didn’t feel shippy enough, which is kind of funny to me in hindsight bc I reread it and am like. Man I think only a zx shipper would write this NUFNVJVJV

Post got kind of lot Im gonna go on a tangent about them under the cut

Honestly my theory for why ppl r very set on the father/son interpretation is everyone’s immediate thought on to how to make the power imbalance between them seem less uncomfortable is to apply a parental interpretation to it. Which is fine ofc, I get it, but the way ppl push it as canon a lot kind of grates on me a little bc they’re usually incredibly passive aggressive and pushy even if u clearly designate ur post as ship OTL

Also not really a fan of the characterizations either since ppl tend to treat Xiao like a moody teenager Zhongli has to reel in (this is hilariously reminiscent of the post I made about how ppl handle scaramouche and nahida a bit ago haha). And idk I just feel kind of polarized about the headcanon overall bc I associate it with people being really uncomfortable and frustrating about zx

I just like how there’s sort of an imbalance to them, some zxs like them being more fluffy and functional but I sort of like it where it’s not like, entirely dysfunctional but I’m prioritizing a specific kind of character study over romance. This tends to be how a lot of my ships go ngl I just sometimes enjoy the intensity/intimacy of romantic feelings thrown into the mix if it makes it interesting but I’m not often interested in a lot of my ships following more standard romance plots(?) I guess? Unless it’s specific ones. Which sounds clinical when I put it like that but this is just bc I am very aromantic NHFBVJVJ

When I say codependency in zhongxiao honestly it’s sort of a theoretical(?) codependency—not sure how to word it? I think Xiao would be really fucked up if he didn’t have Zhongli in his life suddenly but I don’t think his relationship with getting attached to people invokes what people would majorly think of when they think of codependency in a ship I suppose. It’s moreso I just feel Xiao could be at his worst with dehumanizing himself in comparison to other people with Zhongli, because said mental state is driven by how he feels about debt, service, and duty which are very closely tied with devotion and how he would feel about someone he considers his god and leader, as well as someone who saved him

It’s fun this is paired with Zhongli who generally knows how to work with Xiao kind of understands the self destructive depth Xiao’s loyalty/devotion comes with. Also fun they have been around each other for a very long time and Xiao as one of the adepti is familiar with the past I think Zhongli appreciates having around. They work but it’s also a case where Zhongli is in such a position of power over Xiao its kind of very delicate situation that’s hard for both of them to navigate. Which is fun to explore. I esp love contrasting it with other Xiao pairings (actually i think i still have that xiaoven fic up on my ao3 where I tried to convey a specific interpretation of them in a similar exploration vein too)

I totally get why people wouldn’t like it (I feel a lot of my opinions on xiao ships just clash with a lot of fandom consensus so bad all the time And it’s just bc I’m like this I’m not even trying to be contrarian or anything. HELDINCJD) but I just tend to handle shipping in a specific way. It’s not I don’t enjoy fluffy or lighthearted zl and xiao stuff I actually enjoy it a lot I just like there being layers. This makes it feel more impactful when I think about how Zhongli looks out for Xiao in canon or how Xiao gets like textually flustered talking to him (lantern rite 2023 was so tailored to my tastes it’s not even funny)