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Super Shy ~ A JWW School-Life Romance Pt. 2

Star Athlete!Wonwoo x Shy Wallflower!Reader

Jeon Wonwoo... THE Jeon Wonwoo is... paying attention to you!?

~700 words

read Part 1 here

Series content: fluff, first crush plot line, school-life anime vibes, slow burn/yearning, some light angst, classmates to friends to lovers, fem reader, reader is ~*super shy*~ and has low self-esteem, reader is kind of bullied (?), sweetie pie Wonwoo, appearances by Choi Hansol and more!, all characters are in high school so no explicit content (but probably kissing eventually).

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Author’s note: Thank you to everyone who read, reblogged, and liked Part 1!! This is a short Part 2, but the tension is setting in! I’m excited to hear what you think of this progression! Wonwoo is so school life anime leading man, I can’t!!! Enjoy!! 😊

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You liked to eat your lunch on the roof, even when it was kind of cold outside like today. It gave you a view of the campus—of the whole town, really. Everything felt more peaceful up there. You even dozed off sometimes, narrowly making it back to class in time.

You were lying down, looking up at the clouds and thinking about what kind of day-old snacks your uncle might be trying to get rid of at the convenience store tomorrow when you heard the door to the roof creak open. You bolted upright, looking behind you.

It was Jeon Wonwoo.

“Oh, you’re up here,” he said. “Sorry, I thought it’d be empty up here.” You stood up quickly and faced him, hastily brushing off your skirt. Your heart was pounding.

“Oh,” you said, unsure how to respond. “It’s okay, I’ll let you have it.” You started to gather up your things.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he said, taking wide strides toward you now as if he were going to get between you and your bag on the ground. You instinctively backed away from him but immediately regretted it, seeing that he stopped short.

“You were up here first,” he said, letting out a puff of laughter and gesturing for you to sit back down. His tone was so gentle... you decided to slowly sit back down.

He turned to look at the view of the town, taking a deep breath.

“It’s nice and quiet up here,” he said. You just nodded, so nervous you were unable to talk.

C’mon Y/N, relax! He’s just a classmate! This is normal! Be normal!! Your thoughts grew frantic, but Wonwoo simply took a seat, letting his long legs splay out a short distance away but still next to you. You watched as he took another deep breath and continued to gaze out at the view. He seemed content to just sit there in silence, flooding you with a sense of relief.

A few moments passed, the two of you just sitting there, taking in the view of the sky and allowing the cool, early-spring breeze to wash over you. Your heartrate started to slow back down.

You kept stealing glances at Wonwoo, hoping that he didn’t notice. He seemed deep in thought. Not to mention he kept taking deep breaths. Was something the matter? Should you ask him? No, it’s definitely none of my business, you thought. We don’t know each other like that. Anyway, if you were going to say something to him, it should be ‘thank you’ for helping with the whole homework-copying thing that morning.

But before you could muster up the courage to speak, the bell rang.

“Oh, wow,” Wonwoo said, glancing back toward the stairs, “I didn’t even realize the time was passing.” He laughed quietly, then looked right at you.

“Y/N,” he said, and your stomach lurched.

“...Yes?” you wished your voice would come out more confidently.

“Do you always spend lunch up here?” Wonwoo was looking at you so straightforwardly that it took you a second to understand him.

“Uh,” you started, unable to avoid feeling like a loser but also unable to avoid telling him the truth, “yeah, pretty much.”

“Mind if I join you next time?”

You could only gape at him like an idiot. Were you hearing him correctly?

“I mean, I understand if you’d rather be alone!” he added before you could even comprehend him, either ignoring or not minding your blatantly shocked reaction, “I don’t mean to intrude.”

“Oh, no...” you said, struggling to find the words and worried that you were coming off as standoffish. “I don’t mind.” You finally said, still not really able to make direct eye contact with him.

“Thanks,” he said, “it’s nice to just sit up here with you.”

Your face must have turned a dozen different shades of red, and you were relieved that he took that moment to turn toward the stairwell.

“See ya,” he said, waving at you over his shoulder.

You could only continue to stare blankly after him. You were probably going to be late for class, but you didn’t even care. It was like you were living in a dream.

Starting today, Jeon Wonwoo was going to spend time quietly sitting on the roof with you at lunchtime...!?

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Chris McLean As Your Ex

✎: My second Chrissy blog 🙈 it ain’t my fault he’s so bbg. (ex!Chris x f!reader) (Celebrity Reader)

♡Summary: Chris still has feelings for you after you broke up. Now he’s going to do everything in his power to win you back.

WARNINGS: Language, (toxic?) relationship, mild anxiety, arguing, angst, fluff, (catcalling?😭) smut next chapter and not really proofread. :(

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The day you met your ex-boyfriend Chris McLean was the day your picture-perfect life turned to shambles, or maybe it was the minute you agreed to host with him on his sadistic show… You were too busy to remember.

After filming another successful episode of your talk show: ‘Icons Unveiled', infamously known for it’s ‘unique’ contestants, (which is why people loved it so much) - the drama, fights and scandals discussed on your popular talk show are the main factors why people religiously tuned in. From a fourteen-year-old fanboy that became known online for hardcore obsessing over you, to an iconic personality with everyday petty drama that’s publicised way too often: GlamZoe.

And today’s episode featured a well-known kid influencer, Big Mia, and her ‘best friend’ Isabella, who blasted her secrets online for clout. Their feud only escalated, despite their ironic intention of 'peacefully hashing it out'.

“You’re calling me stupid? Bitch you were dumb enough to tell me all about yo’ shit in the first place. How ‘bout that?” Isabella disdainfully yelled, swiftly flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

“You only have clout because of me, know your place.” Big Mia retorted.

The audience erupted in applause, laughter, and audible gasps as a result of their vulgar responses.

“And? everyone likes me more than you anyways, so…”

“Guys - let’s relax, you came on here to bless this beef, not open a butcher shop.” You quipped, taking a sip of coffee from your signature ‘Icons Unveiled’ mug. The steam emitting from the mug fogged your Versace sunglasses, making you place them on your head.

“I’m gonna fight this hoe outside, how about that?” Big Mia asserted, rising from her seat as she tied her hair in a few sharp motions. Instinctively, security had to restrain her and ensure she remained seated. You noticed most fights were embellished by the participants for two reasons: you, a known and highly admired celebrity were witnessing it all unfold, and the instigating noisy audience: bloodthirsty for any scandal. People would do anything to Y/N L/N’s attention, anything.

You couldn’t refrain from seeing yourself and Chris in their thoughtless arguing, there was this one specific argument that was the final blow to your unhealthy relationship:

“Chris, we can’t keep hiding from talking about it. The fans are concerned, we need to address this situation openly.”

“We can’t risk making things worse by giving it more attention, they don’t need to know every detail.”

“But that’s the problem! they’re not stupid, they’ll eventually find out and they’ll lose trust in-“

“Trust me, I’ve been handling this for a long time. It’s better to let things settle on their own.”

“So have I! You’re not the only one, Chris. I’ll politely remind you I’m famous as well.”

“I know that… I know. I just can’t when you-“

“When I what? Am I just a distraction?”

That back-and-forth conversation went on and on… until it transitioned into an argument before even realising it.

“Changing our approach could backfire, Y/N! It will affect the ratings!”

“Ratings ratings ratings, that’s all you seem to care about!”

“I have to! Why don’t you don’t get it.”

“Tell me something, Chris. Who would you pick, me… or the ratings? The amazing fantastic ratings you can’t stop thinking about.”

“Y/N, just… fucking listen to me. You’re choosing to ignore me,"

In hindsight, your power couple relationship was really toxic. Instead of talking it out or apologising to one another, you just had sex. Which is exactly what you did after that argument, (yes, the same argument that made you breakup). You shouldn’t have to fuck or kiss someone to prove that you ‘love’ them, that’s a commonly known fact. Yet it seemed like your relationship didn’t get the message.

But your viewers were going to be thoroughly entertained by tonight’s episode, that’s for sure. As the bathtub’s floral, sweet-scented warm water soothed you, you enjoyed every second of the chaotic scene unfolding on your iPhone, making you feel amused and mildly exhausted. People never mention how drama is better tenfold when you’re actually witnessing it, front-row seats and all. Their animated gestures and exaggerated words only further enhanced their bickering. Soon enough, the speculations on social media were flooding in - so were your pay cheques.

You couldn’t resist but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Midway through the episode - just as they were about to reach the boiling point on your screen - your phone rang causing your heart to skip a beat. Nobody ever called you, the only exception was if it was undeniably crucial. Everyone understood how busy you were and the demands of your time. So when your phone chimed, that signalled something demanded immediate attention - the last thing you generously handed out.

The caller ID displayed ‘Liam Harrison’, your agent. You knew this wasn’t going to be just another casual conversation - he’d usually try to mask it as one before delivering bad news to you.

“Y/N?” he spoke, in that familiar gravelly voice you were unfortunately used to.

“Yes, this is she.” You laid back in your back tub and scarcely crossed your legs, mentally preparing for what was about to hit you.

“Tonight’s episode … crazy, right?” He said, a sense of relief lacing his words. Essentially because it was you who picked up the phone - not your voice note that he was unfortunately used to. You immediately picked up on the tone of his words and the slight relief present in them, It would be rare for anyone else to have picked up on this, but you were discreetly intuitive.

“Mmm,” you hummed in response.

“Right, erm, so I’m sure you’re aware of the high demand and the public being visibly upset about your absence on Total Drama.”

“Fuck me…” you muttered as you massaged your temples. Your anxiety gnawed at your thoughts, making you toy with your hair as you listened. As Liam presented his case, the high demand, phenomenal ratings, substantial income - the best part of it all: the increased fame.

You were focusing on the coffee mug that sat on the edge of your bathtub as you inattentively listened, it would always be comfortably cupped in your hands for every single episode as you watched scandals unfold, the viewers always called it ‘iconic’. Its pink interior contrasted the pristine white exterior, ‘Icons Unveiled’ etched onto the surface in a delicate font, this globally adored mug had soon gained a life of its own. It became so popular that it would be more rare to see someone who didn’t have your mug than to see someone who did.

Your business-savvy mindset embodied your influence, the minute you put them on sale it was even titled ‘The long-awaited merchandise masterpiece’, and it sold out in under half a minute. ‘Skyrocketing’ would be an understatement to describe how the sales performed - and it wasn’t just that, you sold coffee blends crafted to your taste, cute matching sets with your infamous catchphrase: ‘Getting up, close and personal with the icons!” and so on. Amidst your racing thoughts and tremors of anxiety, you realised something. Your smart business decisions pushed you so far ahead in the entertainment industry, something even Chris, (with all his charisma), hadn’t managed to accomplish yet.

“Y/N, what do you say?”

The abrupt noise enticed you to faintly jump, being so lost in your never-ending thoughts made you completely forget the disheartening situation you were in. You knew the moment you said ‘Yes.’ was the moment you sold your soul to the devil, to your demise to you have no other choice.

“I can’t wait,” you stated, not sounding as confident as you intended to.

“Great. We will be handling the contracts, drafting, legal approvals… all that stuff. As well as the promotional campaign to build anticipation for your appearance.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Goodnight, Ms. (L/N).”

“Night, Liam.” You hung up and your iPhone automatically resumed Icons Unveiled, you absentmindedly watched as your mind was in a completely different place.

The recruitment made sense so you couldn’t be too upset about it, when two wealthy and famous personalities collide, the mesmerising sparks are inevitable. You’ve built countless businesses just by having people on your show, you were consistent and dedicated to your craft, and some may say that you had it easy - that you were rich the moment you were born and got everything you wanted, luxuries and riches were an everyday thing. You played your cards right, became rich and famous, and were worshipped worldwide. Your alluring and humble personality made you hard to ignore giving your universal appeal, evoking envy and admiration from others in the entertainment industry.

Maybe this was what led to your breakup - your wits and marketing techniques may have triggered Chris to be slightly envious. But you weren’t innocent either; as his fame grew over time so did your jealousy. You weren’t exactly the jealous type, though. But the constant comparisons, busy schedules and fans feeding his already indestructible ego ignited something in you that you never knew was there.

On the other hand, he started feeling uneasy about your immense success. Chris was mainly looked down upon, but viewers kept tuning in as they were in a trance by the cruel ideas he came up with. You positively influenced your fans (or so they thought), but deep down you were just like him. You hated admitting it but you were both equally insane, you were made for each other. The spotlight that shone on you made him question whether he could measure up to your achievements, and he hated that.

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After a long yacht journey, you arrived at Camp Wawanakwa; your new dreadful and thankfully temporary home. An isolated island with an untamed forest, towering trees and tepid cabins. The air’s musk had an earthy scent of moss and decaying leaves, the nostalgic smell that without warning brought you back to when you previously hosted.

As you stepped out of the lavish yacht, nervousness and excitement churred in your stomach. Chef, Chris’s loyal assistant, greeted you with a warm smile.

“You look just as young as I last saw you,” he chuckled in that familiar thick and passionate voice. Chef afforded you a reassuring pat on the back as he helped you with your luggage.

Although the campers were confined to their cabins until filming began, you could sense the excitement from the peeks you caught through the cabin windows. Whispers, screeches and a few wolf whistles followed you as Chef guided you to ‘The Chris Crib’.

You couldn’t resist but to wave at the girl's cabin, and blow a platonic kiss to the boys.

“Oh my God! Y/N L/N waved at me!”

“No, she waved at me! We all saw it!”

“Shut up - she waved at all of us.”

“Boys… she clearly digs us.”

“Yeah, did you see the way she blew that kiss?”

“She’s so fucking hot, I need her in my bed.”

When you entered the ‘Chris Crib’, (which looked way better than the worn-out cabins, very typical of Chris) the first thing you did was walk into your room to unpack your bags, not even bothering to greet …him. Your room was left untouched and Chris's faint scent lingered; a subtle sweet-smelling cologne. You caught sight of some lingering items you left behind.

You changed into your pyjamas, a silky white spaghetti top paired with satin shorts. After a brief moment, you picked up on the faint sound of his voice, your nosiness forcing you to overhear. He spoke in a hushed tone about how he couldn’t get you out of his head - how he still loved you and wanted to see you. Yeah, right. With the way he treated you? Sure he did. He can keep lying to himself if that’s what helps him sleep at night after tormenting innocent teenagers.

But the weight of your emotions and the relentless grip of anxiety had been tightening around you for weeks, pulling you into a tornado of racing thoughts. Today was no different, you found yourself lost in thought, sitting in your bathtub - the one inside the bathroom which was connected to your bedroom, you were still fully clothed in your PJs. You didn't even bother to lock any doors, so anyone could walk in at any given moment. A rumour on socials spread like wildfire about Icons Unveiled being staged, making your viewers worried and doubting you and your show.

Maybe you actually were just like Chris? You cared too much about what the fans thought. More than you think you should - but it was reasonable - they were your source of income. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s okay, your team would handle it, right? It’s all going to be okay. But this subtly affected your episode’s performances, some days you were better at hiding your inner emotions than others but the speculations made it ten times more difficult. This coupled with the continuous pressure to serve content was a lethal combo. You were grappling with the mounting burnout that had begun to take a toll on your physical and mental health.

The announcement of co-hosting TDI was a cruel twist of fate, a decision driven more by the demands than your own desires. As you wrestled with your thoughts, your racing heart gave way to a full-blown panic attack. Your audible heartbeat and heavy breathing and an overwhelming urge to just escape… You felt as if these were your last moments, as if these were your last breaths, last heartbeats.

This situation couldn’t get any worse until Chris walked in, you didn’t even want to look at him. Your wet hair draped over your shoulders and shielded your face, yet you could still sense a worried and concerned expression on his face. He’s seen this happen before - you had odd ways of coping, the one he was most used to was drowning yourself in your thoughts in any accessible bathtub. He saw your vulnerability and offered a steadying hand like he was reminding you that you weren’t alone.

“Hey, hey - take deep breaths,” His voice was gentle yet reassuring. He knelt beside you, and even though your pyjamas had turned completely see-through, he placed one hand comfortably around your back.

“I’ve got you, alright? You’re safe here.”

You reluctantly nodded, trying to focus on his words as your heart’s abnormally fast rate gradually decreased. But you couldn’t prevent the tears streaming down your face, tracing a scorching path along your cheek. The once bubbly and vibrant colour of your eyes was killed by the bloodshot hue, your breath hitched in your throat, catching on the sobs that wrecked your body. Each gasp for air was a painful reminder of the tightness gripping your chest.

“Panic attacks are tough, you’ve faced harder challenges. Remember that time you nailed that live episode? You’ve got this, listen to my voice.” he continued, his tone steady.

You always liked listening to his voice, so that would be simple enough task. It was husky and satisfying to the ears; it effortlessly put you to sleep on multiple occasions. You mentally recalled the day you had a panic attack before filming a segment for Icons Unveiled, three of your team members spent what felt felt like fifteen painstakingly slow minutes trying to calm you down. When it was Chris, him being there for only a minute or a few seconds would have you feeling much more serene.

You closed your eyes, trying to heed his words. You haven’t met his gaze once this whole time, avoiding revisiting the memories you shared just by simply looking at him. His presence was like an anchor, bringing you to reality amid the chaos in your mind. As your breathing slowed, his hand never left your side. “This will pass, you’ve got the power to overcome it.”

Finally, your words escaped your lips, and the grip you had on his other hand tightened as if your life depended on it, which heavily contradicted your next statement:

“I hate you.” The words were tremulous and engulfed with tension, yet your gaze told a different story. He knew you better than you realised - the emotional whirlwind that was happening inside you, and the conflicting feelings.

He hated (when I say hated I mean hated) seeing you in this state, struggling to fight an extremely challenging battle was so hard for him to see. He knew deep down it was because of him, which made him feel way worse. In that look you gave him, he sensed your frustration and appreciation. The Y/N way of acknowledging his presence when words weren’t enough.

No, he doesn't genuinely care... he's crazy. Crazy would be an understatement to factually describe him, you've seen the shit he pulls on his show. Chris is an emotionless man - in your scenario, it was all different. You give him emotions he's never felt before.

He gently tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering momentarily. His voice was a soft barely audible whisper,

“I know.”

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Part Two

Also, holy shit. I would've never thought I’d make it this far- THANK YOU SO MUCH BBS!!!💕 Sending virtual hugs rn.

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hellooo all

little introduction post:

- i’m max 🔥

- i’ve been obsessed with kotlc for years now unfortunately (no casual interests we hyperfixate like men). have only really been involved with the fandom on instagram until now though

- my favorite kotlc character is fintan. if you follow me on ig you already know this because he is literally all i talk about. kotlc instagram’s #1 fintan stan. so yeah you will definitely be seeing him a lot. i’m so mentally ill about this fictional asshole. i have more headcanons than shannon messenger does.

- also just gonna get this out there i think keefe is overrated. so don’t expect me to draw him often (sorry </3)

- second fav character is marella! we love our pyrokinetics

- i’m mostly a digital artist (though i do my sketches on paper usually), but i do traditional art occasionally too!

- i’m gonna be posting just my kotlc art on here! if you’re interested in seeing other art that’s not just exclusively kotlc, follow my instagram! > crescentpaws :3 i’m also more active on there

(ps the “paws” in my username is because i used to only draw animal art on my instagram account back in the day whgshsh. but i’m not changing it bc i’m attached to it)

- pls don’t trace or repost any of my art! (reblogs are fine ofc) you can use my stuff for pfps, edits, etc but make sure you give credit!

- you’re welcome to send in drawing requests, but there’s no guarantee that i’ll get to it

(other than that, i try to answer all asks! if i don’t respond, either i’ll get to it eventually or i’ve already answered the question in another post)

- spam liking/reblogging is totally chill

pokémon side blog: @sunsteel-strike

little nightmares side blog: @tiny-flickers

ao3: here (unfortunately all i write about is fintan…)

(^^ by @sunflowers-and-scales and @the-way-astray)

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a July rec list

I read a truly absurd amount of fanfic in July, and since I’m tracking my fic reading anyway these days, I figured, why not pull up some faves. I’ll do my best to tag authors when and where I can! I’ll throw some commentary in there to talk about why I like some of them, but rest assure this is a rec list and I think every one of them has something to love. 

Hockey RPF

In the scrawl of the ringside choir E, 37k, Hockey RPF | @goodnightpuckbunny Sid/Geno

“Geno, this is Sid Crosby,” Kris says, sitting back down. The kid towers over both of them, but seems small in the office. ��You need a coach, so he’s gonna help you out.” He looks Sid over, eyes scanning like he’s looking for weaknesses, faults in his form. Sid has plenty, but he’s not fighting anymore. He doesn’t bother mirroring the gesture. He can guess without looking. “He old,” Geno eventually decrees. 

Interview with the Vampire

The Vampire Eric

E | 4k | falsescience (@theburialofstrawberries) Eric Bogosian/Jam Reiderson, Jam Reiderson

Oh ho, Eric thinks to himself, and then, aloud, because it’s just too delicious, and wouldn’t Rolin be ashamed, and a little pissed: “Oh ho!” He feels zapped alive: young, powerful, god-like. Jacob starts giggling immediately. “Did you just say ‘oh ho’?” “Or maybe aspen. What do you think, Eric?” “Not a damn clue,” says Eric, with a broad grin. “You look very satisfied. He looks very satisfied, doesn’t he?” Jacob smiles at Sam over his hitched shoulder. “Hm,” says Sam. “I think we play it safe, and go with red maple.” Yeah, Eric is certain: Jacob and Sam aren’t fucking. But they’d like to be.

First of all, I am RPF’ing these people real hard in some private chats. But largely, I like the characterization happening here, and the little turn of understanding that happens in the last third of the fic. 

reformation

E | 44k | verseau (@downstairsbar) Lestat/Louis

we're gonna heal. we're gonna start again. you've brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers. // It makes him speechless sometimes, how much he loves Lestat. He thought for years, a decade, that it was sickness. It’s not. It’s not. Even when Louis hated Lestat, nothing was more certain than that he loved him.

There’s some great, great plotting and characterization here but/also I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve read a fic and known immediately that the author is Black. That’s obviously not a requirement of the fic I write but it's nice to have Southern Black characters really sound like people I’ve known/grown up around etc. 

let’s keep this off the record

E | 1.4k | anonymous

Louis/Santiago (sort of)

There would be no second chances for the Englishman, no opportunity for him to crawl out of some dump and seek revenge. Louis would make sure of that.

Honestly, I think it's great that fandom has a long and storied history of skullfucking. I think it's fun that weird shit like that still happens around here.

Maman

T | 2k | anonymous Claudia/Madeline, Louis/Lestat

Madeleine meets in the in-laws. Particularly one of them.

transpires

M-E | 5.8k total | familiar (@bigvampo or @camilliar? sekrit you've got so many blogs) Louis/Lestat

I mean, sekrit is just a fucking stellar writer. sekrit’s got a way of telling so much —  about a character, their mental state, the world their in —  in just a few razor sharp details. also these fics are so funny and the characterizations of Louis and Lestat feel like natural progressions from what we’ve seen in canon both in how much they love each other and how terrible they are (to each other and in general)

Harry Potter

Right. I think I’ve always been pretty upfront about my continued reading of Harry Potter fanfiction, but in case it's somehow necessary to say, please do not come to my inbox talking about JK Rowling. I don’t think about that woman and I’m very clear about what she thinks about me. 

Those Three Curses

E | 6k total | @dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

Obviously I had a bit of a fucking dodgerkedavra moment here, but these blew me away. So much story telling in such little space. 

Former Things Come to Mind

E | 64k | dodgerkedavra

Harry Potter has had a headache for seven and a half years.

In the Presence of My Enemy E | 41k | dodgerkedavra Draco/Harry

All Harry knows is that Sectumsempra is for enemies. He doesn’t know that it will bind him to Draco Malfoy, for better or worse, ‘til death do them part.

Tiny Home

E | 30k | @wolfpants Draco/Harry/Ron

Harry and Ron left the Aurors years ago to travel the world and make up for lost time. When they finally decide to settle roots back in England, together, building a tiny home in the Lake District by hand seems like the perfect plan. What they don't realise is that Draco Malfoy already lives on the plot of land that they choose to build on. A story about years of feelings, about weaving lives in and around each other, and about finding a place safe enough to call home.

I really feel like there’s been an explosion of excellent Draco/Harry/Ron all of a sudden. One of my qualms with a lot of polyship fics is that it's very uhhh “we must do everything together” and I really love that this fic breaks that down and allows everyone to have histories and experiences together as dyads and all together. 

In Our Blood

E | 37k | secretsalex Draco/Harry

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

I’m not even going to bullshit y’all. This fic reminded me why I love mpreg. Excellent use of body horror, body dread, suspense, all these things. Also, an mpreg fic that remembers abortion is a thing. Amazing!

Probationary Action

E | 63k | @toomuchplor Draco/Harry

As part of the terms of the probationary contract, DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY shall submit for inspection his WAND on the last day of every month, such inspection to be carried out by a duly registered and fully qualified AUROR in the employ of the MINISTRY OF MAGIC, and such inspection to include a PRIORI INCANTATEM spell to ensure that no PROHIBITED MAGICS as heretofore described have been practised by the aforementioned probationer.

I’ve been obsessed with toomuchplor since Inception and this fic reminded me why. I don’t love Auror!Harry fic (truly, just so much unchecked, delighted writing about police brutality) but I do like any fic where Harry starts to wake up to the fact that maybe just because they’re “the good guys”, not every choice made by the Aurors/Wizarding Gov’t in general is right. Also, I appreciate the expansion on the idea of sex charms!

Embers

E | 41k | @shiftylinguini Draco/Harry

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter.

idk man, I like a fic that treats sex work like it's just a job. Worthy of respect, full of technical expertise, etc. 

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Both of these next fics came from @hd-wireless which has been, pound for pound, one of the best fests I've ever witness and is a testament to how important having multiple fic fests in a fandom can be! so much good shit to read!

The most he’s ever said

E | 16k | anonymous Draco/Harry

It takes them twenty years.

Two Houses

E | 11k | anonymous Draco/Harry

Two households, both alike in... meddling Floo connections, apparently? Draco Malfoy is a highly professional and well-respected Ministry official, with a demanding schedule, a loving son, and—through no fault of his own—a faulty Floo connection that keeps regurgitating the Minister for Magic through his fireplace.

I really enjoy that there's been more of a trend of writing about these two as older people and fleshing out the characterization of their kids.

[stardew-shitposterino]

Stardew Valley Bachelor/ettes and their sexuality headcanons

Yeah yeah I know, they are all canonically bisexual or something like that, but I have some headcanons to go further into it as to just say “he/she is bi”. It’s my silly little blog and I get to choose the content ok lol anyway:

Content warning: slight nsfw so minors DNI

Bachelors:

Sam: raging bisexual and proud. Doesn’t care what others think of it, maybe his mum and dad though, speaking of that with them feels still kinda weird as he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about such things with them. But overall he never gave his sexuality a second thought and goes with whoever he has caught feelings for.

Sebastian: bisexual but is more into women. Feels uncomfortable speaking about it. He didn’t know he liked men until he met the farmer (if they are male). He felt ashamed of his feelings for the same sex, but the farmer helped him come out of his shell. Robin and Maru don’t care and support him no matter what, Demetrius however…but it doesn’t matter who it is he likes, this guy will always pick a fight with Sebby so yeah.

Harvey: again, bisexual but prefers women. Has kissed a man before in his college days doing some dumb drinking game (he liked it more than he likes to admit) but never done more. He’s knows that homosexuality is natural in all sorts of species and therefore doesn’t think it’s weird. However, he feels a bit awkward having to confront himself about his own bisexuality, but he generally feels shy about his personal matters, especially when it might get people talking. When he catches feelings for the male farmer, he fears that the farmer will think poorly of his attraction and therefore has a harder time accepting his feelings for them than for the female farmer.

Shane: I said it before, I’ll say it again: man fucked in his gridball days, mostly women, again, but he also had a thing with a guy. He doesn’t like to speak about his bisexuality and pretends he’s straight because it’s less of a hassle to say if he’s asked. He doesn’t want the surprised looks of people because he doesn’t seem like a guy who’d also date men. Despite that, he likes women a tad more (boob guy, also likes eating 🐱), but he can’t deny his attraction towards male athletic builds. He won’t ever admit it though, of course.

Elliott: bisexual and proud. Has no preference whatsoever. He mostly writes about heterosexual relationships and loves the female anatomy as it’s different to his, therefore more intriguing to him in an artistic aspect, but he won’t pick favourites. All bodies have their perks and he’s open to give love to every body that’s attached to a person he loves. His first relationship was with a man, but he always knew that his attraction is not limited to one. He’s a romantic artist, and therefore finds beauty in all different shapes and sizes.

Alex: bisexual but says he’s straight because he is convinced he is. The hours he spent looking at shredded man abs in his youth definitely weren’t first indicators, he just wanted to look like this, not look AT this. He also definitely didn’t have some codependent homoerotic friendship with a fellow sportsman in high school, no no couldn’t be him. He prefers women, or it’s his denial, who knows 🤷🏼‍♀️ needless to say, he assumes he’s straight till he meets the (male) farmer and is immediately struck by love. It puts him in a spiral, but eventually he accepts his feelings and is happy he is finally true to himself.

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Bachelorettes:

Haley: bisexual but prefers men. She has had a thing for the shy girl in high school, but decided to bully her instead as it seemed easier for her than come clean to herself about her feelings for another woman, a woman that doesn’t play in her league popularity-wise specifically. The relationships she had with men were mostly superficial and loveless, but she took it as a necessary evil. That stops when she meets the farmer. If the farmer is female, she will finally open up about being bisexual, happy she isn’t in denial anymore and true to herself after years of self hatred regarding that part of herself. If the farmer is male, she will be more than happy to know that she isn’t broken and that her past lovers were just sacks of shit that didn’t care about her lol.

Emily: bisexual, thought she’s a lesbian. She has a thing for her friend Sandy, let’s be real here. Also dated Shane in college for at least a couple of weeks until they realised they don’t have a thing for each other and are better off being friends. Because of that, she thought she’s homosexual as she never had any romantic feelings for a man. That changes when she meets the farmer though. If male, she will discover her bisexuality and be excited to explore new sides of herself. If female, she will stay thinking she’s a lesbian and be happy with her cute wife.

Leah: bisexual and knows it. Leah is gay or straight depending on what gender the player is, but I think she’s just open to whatever, but would like to say she’s a lesbian tbh, but we know she’s not :( she’s an artsy person like Elliott, so it didn’t take her long to realise she likes people of the male and female sex. Definitely spent a lot of her teenhood drawing naked women in her sketchbook like all of us lmfao. Oh yeah, she prefers women in my books, your honour. At least feminine-presenting people.

Penny: bisexual, masks as straight but prefers women in secret. She thinks having homosexual thoughts is forbidden for a good girl like her to have, but she can’t stop pining for the female farmer once they enter her life. She keeps dropping hints about wishing to live on a farm like theirs, dreams about kissing their lips and whatnot but feeling guilty about it. With the male farmer, it’s different. She doesn’t feel as much shame, but it takes her longer to develop feelings for them.

Maru: bisexual but honestly? Probably demisexual, if not some other sort of asexual. She has no time for romance and doesn’t really think about it much. When she catches feelings for the farmer, it surprises her that she’s even capable of feeling those things for any person really. Her having homo-or heterosexual feelings for someone isn’t a concern to her at all, just the fact she lets herself get distracted with things like that is. Eventually she learns to go easy on herself and accept that she’s human with desires like everyone else.

Abigail: bisexual, has no preference but can’t deny she likes the idea of being visibly queer by having a partner of the same sex or someone androgynous-looking. Doesn’t have a lot of dating experience really, also not big on having crushes. She has a thing for Sebastian though, but its not that deep. The farmer changes everything. She will see them as a cool friend around her age at first, but will grow attached to them over the course of their friendship, especially with their shared love of adventure and falling out of place in this small town.

[space-writes]

hello (again) writeblr! i decided to make a new intro that has all my current wips on it, since i have way more than when i first started out on here.

about me

I go by Space, my pronouns are they/he, and I’m in my third decade of existence, which is absolutely wild. I’ve been writing for most of it, so I like to think I’m pretty decent

I write mostly fantasy and erotica (sometimes at the same time), both original and fanfiction, and all of it's queer

You can find my work on my AO3 here, crossposted to my neocities here, and under my snippets tag

I’m open to tag and ask games, and my inbox is currently open to anything as well. I don’t always reply the fastest, but I’ll get to it eventually! (I don’t take part in chain asks, so please don’t send me them)

I use obsidian.md for all my writing, and it’s my favourite notes app ever, so I also talk about that occasionally. The tag for it is here, and I’m hoping to write some more showcases/tutorials this year!

my main goal is to actually finish some damn books and also to inflict my OC brainrot upon people. so far the second one is the only thing that’s actually happened, but i live in hope

My current wips are Chronicles of Valloroth (Renegade Prince being book one), Obedience, Obsession, and claws—summaries and links for all four are under the cut!

this is my writing sideblog, you can find my main @thespacelizard, and i follow/like from there

tag directory is here

current wips

Chronicles of Valloroth

⚔ Genre: Fantasy Adventure

⚔ Features: Queer cast, found family, A Whole Entire Dragon, magical mishaps, The Mere Concept of Doing The Right Thing, a grumpy assassin, a sparkly mercenary, knock-off tieflings, a handsome prince (he’s gay), more banter than your average dungeons and dragons campaign

⚔ Status: Book One: First draft completed, re-drafting in-progress || Book Two: drafting || Book Three: outlining

⚔ One Sentence Summary (Book One): A runaway prince seeks freedom in a new world and must find a way to convince a rag-tag group to defeat an ancient dragon, all whilst he is being hunted by a band of mercenaries and an infamous assassin.

⚔ Series Tag: valloroth blogging

claws

🩸 Genre: Queer Horror

🩸 Features: teacher/student relationship (university edition), toxic romance, gender fuckery, broken identity, demonology, murder, self-harm, obsession, stalking, infidelity, a lot of blood, pact-based magic system, corruption, jealousy, eldritch entities, love is a wound, body horror, attempted suicide, and a little bit of arachnophilia

🩸 Status: First draft complete!

🩸 One Sentence Summary: A young student’s obsession with his demonology teacher sparks a twisted romance that draws him to the limits of his humanity—and into the web of an eldritch horror.

🩸 Series Tag: wip: claws

Obedience

💜 Genre: Erotic Romance, D&D fanfiction (original characters, Forgotten Realms setting & loose 5E ruleset)

💜 Features: a variety of BDSM scenarios, one closed off wizard dom, one enthusiastic nerdy sub, weird uses for dnd spells, a painful amount of pining, somehow; worldbuilding, emotional slow burn, as much self indulgence as I can possibly fit in a fanfic series

💜 Status: Arcs 1-3 are complete (read on AO3 here, or my neocities here). The first book of Arc 4, The Perils of Wanting is currently being posted bi-monthly here. The second book of Arc 4, A Question of Trust, is on its second draft.

💜 One Sentence Summary: A D/s M/M series featuring two wizard boys, the kinky magic they get up to, and the feelings they definitely don’t have for each other.

💜 Series Tag: obedience fic blogging (it began on my main, so the tag there has more snippets)

Obsession

🕷 Genre: War of the Spider Queen/Forgotten Realms fanfiction, also Erotica, Horror and a smidge of Dark Romance

🕷 Features: OC/canon, a nightmare transmasc wizard boy, obsession, stalking, jealousy, violent impulses, dubious consent, possessiveness, evil gender dysphoria, incest, gore, the inherent horror of Having a Body, and occasionally actual school things happening at Sorcere

🕷 Status: Ongoing serial, which you can read on AO3 here, or my neocities here

🕷 One Sentence Summary: Pharaun Mizzrym is everything to Vizaeth Thaezyr. He’ll do anything for him—even if Pharaun doesn’t know it yet.

🕷 Series Tag: obsession fic blogging (it also began on my main, so check the tag there for additional content!)

[gasha40k]

I have unfortunate news. I think that, in the last three months or so, this has unexpectedly become a Khorne blog. I really and truly did not foresee this when I first started posting. No factions really spoke to me on a grander scale, except for my own. But now I’m actually legitimately obsessed with the World Eaters. To be fair, I guess no loyal servants of the Emperor expect their corrupted descent into Chaos ahead of time. The tragedy is always in the lack of foresight, after all. I don’t think my own dark baptism is anything close to a tragedy, though. I’m having a good time with it so far I think.

Got quite a few things to talk about, but first and foremost, I got my hands on some Valhallan Blizzard and finally finished the bases on the few Berzerkers that I have painted. I’m pretty happy with these! The dry brushed stone beneath the snow gives a sufficient enough impression of, like, a rocky, mountainous environ, and the white contrasts really nicely with the red armor and dark ground, I think.

Initially, I was going to really drench the snow with blood—I think you can see that in a few of the bases that I painted first—but I decided against that after seeing how it actually looked. The bloody snow is a neat effect, for sure, but it’s super eye-catching and makes the minis a little noisy when overdone. In the future, I’ll likely save the blood for the more notable or interesting members of my World Eaters army (likely on characters and standout grunts), so as to make them stand out and add a little bit of base variety to the army.

This is my third time painting an Ultramarine, and my second time painting a dead Ultramarine

Lord Akselos, though, gets next to no blood on his base, so as to make him stand out in an inverse fashion. The snowy, mountainous base here represents the frigid crags of Gorranax, the planet upon which Akselos landed after betraying the Ultramarines on Valefar. Gorranax is also where he would first encounter his Berzerker-Surgeon partner, Kastigor Spineripper, who would eventually be responsible for implanting the Butcher’s Nails within Akselos.

I think his base is probably the best of the bunch. The placement of the snow sort of visually balances the black, swooping cape, and adds some interesting color in that bottom right section, which is a spot where the model is otherwise lacking in visual variety. I’m mad happy with this and glad it looks as cool as it does! And with the base finished and his highlights complete (complete enough for me, at least), Akselos is fully finished, and ready for the tabletop!

I say this all the time but I love this sculpt so much, the 2002 Daemon Prince is the most iconic Daemon Prince—the fella from Dawn of War—even if it is pretty silly looking objectively

Speaking of finishing things, my big boy is finally complete. My ugly, ugly son is painted, based, highlighted, and Ready to KILL. This is, by far, the largest non-flyer model that I’ve finished, and while he definitely isn’t the prettiest or best painted model on the planet, I’m really proud of it. I pulled out all the stops on this model and utilized just about everything I’ve learned about miniature painting in the last few years. I also took a good handful of risks and learned a bit from him, too, and despite it being a kind of treacherous and elongated ordeal, it was a super fun experience painting him up, and I’m glad he’s done with. I did, however, lose the hilt of his sword to my carpet, but I’m working on replacing it with a cool little custom skull hilt, which I’ll post eventually, probably.

But with one big boy done, another boy has filled the empty slot in my to-do list with his huge red bod.

Finally got my hands on Angron, the man himself. I can’t quite describe just how obsessed with this model I am. Not only am I excited to have him because he’s one of my favorite characters in the 40k mythos, but he’s also a fucking Primarch—and a strong one at that—which is something I never thought I’d get to have as a custom Chapter player. All in all, I’m incredibly excited to paint this guy up and get him terrorizing my group on the tabletop.

I did have the opportunity to run a test game with my list on TTS a little while ago, which was both my 2nd ever World Eaters game and my 2nd ever 10th Edition game. Lemme just say about Angron: wow. He barreled into the enemy deployment zone in the first turn of BR1 and immediately mauled an Armiger. As a Space Marines player, I’m very used to none of my units being extraordinarily good at destroying shit, but those days are OVER!!!

Since he’s a big ass model, though, it also means that he’ll be a big ass painting project. I plan on making him a proper centerpiece, and after painting my Daemon Prince, I’m totally confident that I can make him look pretty fancy given a few weeks of work. To make that process easier for me, here’s the subassemblies that I’ll be painting him in.

I also got my hands on some Mephiston Red primer, which I’m using to expedite the painting process. As shown above, I’ve primed

My Khorne collection is getting pretty huge. So huge, in fact, that I now own more Khornate shit than Space Marines, both in bodies and points. My Khorne collection contains:

2,115 points of Adeptus Astartes units

59 individual Astartes models

2,995 points of Khorne units

107 individual Khorne models

Dark baptism confirmed. Corpse worshippers malding.

That being said, I’ve been focusing super hard on my World Eaters recently—mostly for economical reasons—but I’d definitely like to shift focus back onto my Astartes soon. There’s a lot of new, cool kits that I want to get my hands on, and a brand new codex, too. Feels neat having gone through an entire edition. Wonder if I could sell my codex from 9th. My current chore is just to paint my men, as per usual. I have some plans for my Thunderbearers that I’ll post about next.

[silverofthunder]

☆ plan for us ☆ part 2

Papa Emeritus I x GN Reader

summary: Primo takes Reader to the gardens and has a little surprise for them.

! This is kind of a continuation piece for THIS, but works as a separate one, too. !

content: 815 words, fluff, romance, slice of life, SFW

Here we go again! More Primo fluff as I really need some cute stuff on my blog etc. This is kind of cliche but I love cliches so... This got a bit longer than planned but hey, I'm getting my flow back, so yay! Hope you enjoy this little piece. ♡

You were walking through the gardens with Primo, hands intertwined, anticipation bubbling within you. The sun was shining high above and the scent of flowers, summer, was almost heady. You let your gaze wander around, taking in the colourful sea of flowers as you walked along the sandy path. As always, it was so beautiful. You had walked there countless times alone and with Primo, yet the sight never ceased to amaze you.

Usually, when you were walking together, you spoke of something but this time you had been quiet for the whole time. You could sense and see that Primo was getting more nervous, his hand squeezing your hand every now and then and his palm feeling warmer and sweatier.

”Hey, old man, relax a bit,” you tried to lighten the mood and gently nudged Primo with your body. Primo rolled his eyes but you could see the faintest of smile on his lips.

”You are more nervous than usual,” you stated. ”I’m starting to think that whatever you have planned, it’s something quite big. And serious.”

”Amore…”

”Yes, I know, I’ll see it soon.”

Silence fell between you two as you continued walking along the path. Eventually you reached the spot that was one of your favorites – it was also the spot where you two had shared your first kiss. You let out a sigh as Primo stepped in front of you.

”Close your eyes.”

”Okay, what --”

”Just close them, please.”

”Okay,” you said, finally closing your eyes.

You heard Primo walking farther and soon coming back, then giving you permission to open your eyes. You did so and saw Primo holding a red rose close to you. But it wasn’t the only thing. There, in the midst of the rose petals, was something shiny and you reached out to take it, your mouth falling open when you realized it was a ring.

”Primo…” you said, staring at the ring on your hand. Then you felt a hand on your cheek and your gaze moved up, meeting Primo’s eyes.

”Amore…” he spoke softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”Will you marry me?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest while your head was full of thoughts as what has just happened tried to sink in. You had expected something big and serious and this surely was both.

”I… Yes, yes!” you finally gave your answer, taking the ring and slipping it to your finger. The look in Primo’s eyes softened, a proper smile rising to his lips and you just had to lean in and give him a quick a kiss. Then you took the rose that Primo was still holding in his other hand and pressed it against your nose, breathing in the scent. Primo wrapped his arms around your shoulders, leaning his forehead against yours.

”You’re such a sappy old man,” you stated softly, making Primo laugh quietly.

”All thanks to you.”

Now you understood why Primo had had some doubts. You had never really talked about marriage – at least not properly. It had been on like ’it’s possible but not necessary’ side of the things. And you knew Primo was worried about his age and your age gap sometimes. You had also had your own moments of doubts but in the end you hadn’t wanted anything to come between your happiness.

Besides, you never knew how much time you would have left, no matter what the situation was.

”I hope your not having second thoughts,” Primo finally broke the silence, pulling slightly back so that he could look at you. You sighed, shaking your head.

”No, I’m not. I just… I never thought this would happen.”

”I could say the same,” Primo said, dropping his other hand down and taking your hand – the one with the ring – in his, brushing his thumb over the ring. ”You know, I was close to not to do this but my brothers knocked some sense into me as you would say.”

A wide grin rose to your lips. ”Of course they did.”

”Sometimes they’re not that bad,” Primo admitted smiling. ”They really have a soft spot for you.”

You hummed, shrugging. ”I guess so.”

For a moment you looked at each other and then Primo pulled you in a kiss. It was slow and sweet and you couldn’t help but sigh into it. You could feel all the love and happiness poured into it and it made your heart soar. You wrapped your arms around Primo, not caring how being close to him would only make you even more warm.

When you finally parted, you smiled at Primo and then rested your head against his chest while he buried his face into your hair and whispered a soft ’I love you’ in Italian.

You repeated those words and hugged him tighter, hoping that you two had a long way to go together yet.

[angelthefandomobsessed]

My Full Thoughts on Chapter 1 of Eden's Garden

When Chapter 1 was released, I told myself I would get to it eventually. These past 24 hours turned out to be 'eventually', so here I am, crawling from the woodwork to talk about Eden's Garden again.

If you kind of recognise my blog and don't know why, it's probably because I wrote the big animal symbolism post two years ago. Yeah, it's me, back at the conspiracy board again, painting on my clown make-up and putting on a tin foil hat...

Except not really, because some of my analysis on that post seems to hold some weight. I'll discuss my general thoughts first, then delve into the parts of that post that seem right (as well as observations I probably should have made...)

Spoilers ahead!

Where to begin... I think I'll just list things as they come to mind.

I loved the motive (personally, I think the secrets motive should have been a mainstay for the series), and I loved that we got to see a few of the secrets. Hopefully, we get more revealed later on, because I am very nosy.

The bunk-buddies scheme was also great. We got the unlikely beginnings of a friendship between Kai and Damon, as well as the 'one-bed' trope (the trope that sailed a thousand fics...)

Eva being revealed as the Ultimate Mathlete was... odd, but it added a lot of depth to her character. She's an awkward, paranoid nerd, not a cool, mysterious sort of character. That was really endearing, though the reactions of the others felt odd, because like... Grace is a golfer, I don't think she has room to look down upon the mathlete.

Ingrid really got to shine, she quickly became one of my favourites.

The Peggle-based economy is evil, but I got up to 70 maracoins after a few tries so I can't really complain (I am so bad at it, I fired so many directly into abyss...)

The set-up for the murder was compelling, and the mystery made a lot of sense... mostly. It was reminiscent of both the first and second trials from Danganronpa 2 (blackout, extension cord schemes, unwilling witness, drugging), but managed to feel unique and memorable.

I made a post last night with my prediction for the killer that read:

"Logically, I suspect Ulysses. Narratively, I suspect Eloise.

I am not confident either way, I will be amazed if it’s one of the tournament 8.

As for the method, I’ll go with this theory: Wolfgang was either called down to the boiler room through the note (OR he intercepted a summons meant for someone else), he arrived around 8:10, as instructed. He was knocked out with the rolling pin, the killer drew blood from his neck to splatter through the halls (falsifying evidence), and set some kind of bomb up at the generator. They put Wolfgang in the water, reversed the lock, locked the door. If this is anything close to the order of events, then I’m actually more suspicious of Jean.

Some kind of magic battery was mentioned, which Jett and Jean spoke about. If that was the basis for the destruction of the generator (or, if it was the cause of the electricity), that would implicate the two people who knew about it. Jean was late to the tournament, and knew that being there would give him an alibi. Wolfgang had burns on his hands - maybe Jett knows a thing or two about that specific burning and can crack the case open."

I came pretty close to unravelling the murder method. However, I forgot to consider a few things (the door being unlocked, the knife (which I had been thinking of, I'd just written it off as irrelevant because Wolfgang hadn't been stabbed), as well as other pieces of evidence).

I remembered the battery, which I think is at least a little impressive (even if I failed to consider that literally everyone else had heard about it).

The case was making total sense up until the battery hanging from the vents, which felt a liiiittle bit like a wild assumption. Like... sure, it does make sense, but I kind of don't buy it? That's where it started to lose me a little. And then Damon's like "Obviously you had access to the cameras", which sounds like something Hiro would come up with. When it came to timing it, my solution was that she just... looked at the time on her console. They tell the time, usually. They do that. She looked at the time, and assumed that Diana was going to the meeting because she implied as much the day prior. Having the camera thing be the smoking gun seemed a stretch.

And then, after the trial, Eloise refers to the device as a tablet, and then Tozu does, and then everyone else does when it was being referred to as a gaming console earlier. That was odd. Overall, it was a really good trial, but it ended up being just a little bit more complicated than it needed to be.

(Also, when they were talking about shortening the wire, the characters are like "Nuh uh, there's no way they could have cut it, nothing coulda done that!" when I got Genocider Sho's scissors from the gacha... if Eva gets a magic camera DS, I don't think scissors are that out of the picture, guys)

I didn't start to suspect Eva until well into the trial, so it made for a good twist. I liked the idea that she believed she was at risk because everyone hated her (not sure if the traitor perk time limit was needed, but it was fine).

I found the sword minigame kind of janky, sometimes I could break statements before they appeared, usually a sideways slash would insta-break them while a downward slash would be useless, and I found myself unable to progress because when you break yellow statements the opponent gains ground. That might be the case in Danganronpa, it's been a minute, and I don't think I read the tutorial as well as I should have, but I found these segments frustrating.

But dear, merciful Ullyses, nothing could prepare me for argument altercation. That game is BUSTED, it crashed four times and was only beatable for me by using the slow-down bug and through RNG luck. I want to know who on the team tested it and thought it was a reasonable difficulty spike, because I suspect they might be a competent Touhou player. I know that to some extent this was a skill issue, I was not very good at it, but the only way that I could prevent crashing was to stand dead still and wait for the death beam/crow attack to stop.

Which goes against the entire point of dodging the bullets, unfortunately. Presentation-wise, it's perfection, I love the look, the Biblical reference in the sprites (it's the creation of man painting), the music is great...

I think it could be fixed by reducing the quantity of bullets (I imagine the crashes were brought on by either the assets being funky somehow, as it was always the purple attacks, or by the sheer amount of entities on screen). In terms of difficulty, incorporating a healing mechanic (if you get bad RNG and she has a bad attack pattern you're doomed), or by removing the shield mechanic. Let me hit her outside of the big bullet, I beg, it makes gameplay feel slow and tedious, especially when she keeps dodging the big bullets.

It's hard to say how long I spent on argument altercation, but I think it was probably over an hour... Mostly because I had to replay a bunch of the trial after that first crash. That wasn't suuuper fun, but these things happen, and it didn't take too long to get back to bullet hell.

I experienced a slightly less devastating bug before the trial, in other news. I think it happened because I saved on a 'truth bullet get' screen. That one resulted in the image for 'Toshiko's Fetch Quest' being stuck on my screen... like, permanently. I was worried that I was going to have to redo the whole investigation (because it wasn't going away for the trial, and reloading wasn't helping), but selecting 'start from trial' on the menu fixed it, because it brought me to a refreshed state of the game.

The quality of the execution was really good. I don't think it's my favourite concept for a math's themed demise, but it was solid, and very, very brutal. Seeing Damon crying at the end kind of got me, he's going to be in for a rude awakening when he unpacks the realisation that he's as fallible as everyone else is.

Overall, it was a wonderful experience, and I look forward to what comes next!

Now, for the parts of my analysis that seem accurate...

"Interestingly, ravens are the natural enemies of farmers… and Wolfgang has a distinct agricultural reference on his lapel."

Look how the turns have tabled!

"Lawyer man is, quite literally, a wolf in sheep's clothing. His name has the word 'wolf' in it. He has a sheep on his clothing. Does Wolfgang obsess over justice due to a guilty conscious? Is it a cover to mask his deepest, most despicable thoughts?"

Not the craziest read on my part, the writing was kind of on the wall with this one, but it's neat that the idea was referenced specifically in his secret.

"Sharks, apparently, symbolise protection and guidance, so I think Desmond will probably pair up with another character…"

His secret implies that he's devoted to another character, who I'm pretty sure is Eloise. They're always together.

"Also, chameleons are seen as 'not standing up for what's right', so I guess that's where Diana falls on the morality spectrum, maybe possibly?"

This kind of falls into the start of her character development. She didn't admit to seeing Wolfgang's death, and she didn't actually try to save him. Now, she's vowing to be a better person (transforming), and she even referenced the chameleon on her bracelet.

"Not much to say here, it could represent vulnerability (butterflies are fragile)"

This man is, indeed, fragile, wow, he loves to scream.

To harken back to the name post (which was less viewed than the symbolism one, but honestly, fair), I am SO mad I didn't make the connection between Eva (Eve) and original sin, her being the first blackened makes SO MUCH SENSE! I did mention Eve, but didn't touch upon her most defining moment, how foolish I was.

I think that's all for now. Good fangan, see you again in another two years!

[onecantsimply]

Hello! I have never talked to you, but I must tell you that I love you, when I found your blog I jumped with excitement for so many Jack stories. I was reading Jack x Adolescent reader's platonics and it gives me a huge comfort before bed :') 💖

I wanted to know if you could do another part, where the reader asks her not to leave her alone, because despite her age, she is afraid to sleep alone.

Sorry if this is weird but at night I always need some comfort or I can't sleep TT

Thank you very much in advance <3

I certainly can-

I'm glad to know my oneshots have created excitement for you-

This took… very long lmao-

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"It's almost time to go to bed, Dear." Jack spoke. (Y/n) put their book down. “Right-“ They softly walked up the stairs, hearing the soft clinking of plates as Jack washed the dishes.

(Y/n) had softly brushed their teeth, also changing into their pajamas before walking to their room.

It seemed… lonely there. They could feel a soft frown plaguing their face. However, they walked into their room, now getting their things ready for school and work. (Y/n) soon heard the rushing water from the sink stop, as well as one last clink from a plate. After a minute, Jack had walked up the stairs, making his way towards his room.

“… Jack?” He looked back at them just as he was about to pass their room. “… Sorry to bother you, but could you stay with me a little bit?” Jack’s eyes seemed to softly narrow with worry. “Is everything alright?” He walked towards (Y/n). “Yeah. I just don’t like being alone.” They answered. Jack nodded with understanding. “… I see.” He then sat down on the bed, gently patting the spot next to him. “Then, I’ll stay here until you fall asleep.” He spoke, smiling softly.

(Y/n) softly laid down beside the male, gently hugging his figure. He could only softly pet at their hair, smiling softly as he did so. The color of worry had then started to fade into something peaceful.

Eventually, Jack had softly aimed to get up, only to realize that (Y/n) still had a grip around him. He would have wanted to go back to his own room, but seeing as how peaceful (Y/n) had looked, the male never wanted to disturb it. Slowly, he had laid down beside the teen, gently pulling them close while brushing a hand through their hair.

Their color had proceeded to get more and more peaceful, leading Jack into the small sense of security. He then closed his eyes, softly whispering a small “good night” to the sleeping teen beside him. They gently clenched his shirt for a second before loosening their grip once again, as if in a reflexive reply.

Jack could feel himself smile slightly more from this.

[theewokingdead]

A Second Chance - Joel Miller x OFC

Masterlist

"I Never Stopped Loving You" Part 1 Part 2

*Fic can be read as a stand-alone, but I recommend you read the "I Never Stopped Loving You" series

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC “Catie” (character not described) Summary: After reuniting with the love of his life and discovering they have a daughter, Joel realizes the possibility of losing her and a daughter for a second time. Word Count: 2.6k+ Rating: Teen but my blog is 18+ ONLY. Warning: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.  Notes: This takes place within @musings-of-a-rose’s “I Never Stopped Loving You” universe. It can be read as a stand-alone but I highly suggest you read @musings-of-a-rose’ fantastic two-part fic. I had an idea in my head and she brought it to fruition in the most amazing way. Why do I enjoy making Joel Miller emotional?

Joel has only been in Jackson for two days, and in that time, I haven’t woken up alone once. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, he had said in jest, but based solely on the fact we haven’t spent more than a minute apart, I know he really wasn’t kidding. However, when I blink awake, the room still shrouded in darkness, the first thing I realize is how empty the bed feels next to me. Sure enough, when I turn to check, Joel’s warm body isn’t next to mine.

I blink away the sleepiness in my eyes, the sensation of dreaming still lingering in my mind to the point I wonder if the last two days were even real – if Joel was real. I take in my surroundings, breathing in the soft spring night air that floats in with the breeze from the window that had been left open. My eyes land on Joel’s denim button-up laying on the armchair across from the bed, where it had been carelessly discarded when he first brought me up to the bedroom the night before last. A small smile stretches across my face as I remember that night, the awkwardness between us that quickly melted away as muscle memory kicked in while exploring each other’s bodies.

I don’t bother to take the time to put on anything more than underwear and Joel’s shirt before going to find him, buttoning it up as I pad down the hallway. There’s something I love about stealing his clothes to wear – something I did far too many times before the outbreak. They always smell like him, keep me warm, and give me a sense of home like nothing else but him could do. The shirt I’m currently wearing isn’t any different – I’ll definitely keep stealing his clothes.

It doesn’t take me long to find him on the back deck, and I am not at all surprised that’s where he had gone. Outdoors always seemed to be his favorite place – from hiking trails to grilling on the patio to building houses, everything Joel loved to do most was outside. It’s where I’d always find him when shit was extra stressful, or he had something on his mind he didn’t really want to talk about. Eventually, I’d find him wherever he was, and he’d tell me all the things keeping him quiet and inside his head.

As I step beside him, I glance a look at him, seeing him lean his elbows on the wood railing of the deck, cradling a ceramic mug that looks tiny in his large hands. I wonder if that’s what this is, him needing to find peace outdoors to clear his head. My insecurities quickly try to take over, wondering if it’s something with me, with us, but I swallow them down.

“I see you helped yourself to my coffee,” I say, gesturing to his mug.

He chuckles, inspecting the liquid as he tilts the cup. “Not sure you can call this coffee.”

Rolling my eyes, I respond, “I forgot you’re such a coffee snob.”

“It tastes like mud.”

“What do you expect? It’s fresh ground,” I reply with a smirk.

Joel turns his head toward me, his face contorted in confusion.

I bite my lip in an attempt to contain my laughter, but it doesn’t last long. I break, and after a moment, Joel breaks into laughter as well. It’s a lovely sound that affects me in the best way, overtaking the noise of crickets and creaking of the old houses nearby. It’s by far my favorite noise – and always will be.

“That is so goddamn stupid,” Joel says between laughs.

“Yeah, well, you laughed!”

“Only ‘cause you laughed first.”

“’Cause it was fucking funny and you know it.”

He shakes his head in response, bowing his head while trying to quiet himself.

“Asshole.” I gently nudge him with my elbow.

“I know,” he grumbles, his laughter dying down. “Your laugh has always been so damn contagious.”

The statement makes me smile, but he falls silent, his gaze dropping to the mug in his hands. I watch as his own smile slowly fades from his face. It falls silent between us, awkwardly so, and I can feel the tension rising from him.

“Joel?” I question, and he tips his head up to look at me. Even in the dark I can see that he is hiding something. My eyes search his, looking for an answer I know he won’t want to give right away.

But I ask anyway.

“What’s wrong? And don’t tell me ‘nothing’ because I know you better than that.”

Joel immediately drops his gaze once more, looking back down at the black liquid in his cup. He lets of a single, gruff chuckle. “You’re too perceptive for your own good, Cate.”

“No, I just know you.” I reach out and lay a hand on his arm, feel his muscle flex then melt under my touch. “I love you, and I care about you. So, talk to me, Joel.”

Patiently, I stand waiting for him to tell me what’s bothering him, my mind running through the millions of things it could be.

Joel remains silent for several moments before finally taking a deep breath, his shoulders rising then falling as he exhales. He closes his eyes and hangs his head before pushing himself to stand straight, setting the mug down to rest on the railing. When he starts talking, he refuses to meet my gaze, his expression lost, pain etched deep in his features.

“For twenty years, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Sarah,” Joel admits somberly. “Every night for twenty years – twenty fucking years – my brain made me relive the night she died as if I were back there again, all the details, the scents, the sounds... Like my subconscious wanted to constantly remind me how I failed her.”

I open my mouth to protest, but I’m silenced when he holds up a hand and continues before a word can even slip out of my mouth.

“And I know - I know she wouldn’t think I failed her, but it’s the only reason I could think why the nightmare played on repeat. Like a fucking broken record.” Joel’s hand lays on the railing clenched into a fist, his fingers constantly squeezing and flexing to help relieve stress. His mannerism never changed. “They finally stopped after I met Ellie, like she closed some damn hole that used to let all the nightmares in. I couldn’t save Sarah, but I kept her safe – and in return, she saved me.”

A small smile creeps on my lips at the thought of a fourteen-year-old girl saving the big, tough man that is Joel Miller – though I know he’s just a giant soft teddy bear underneath his tough exterior.

I also know that isn’t all he wants to say.

“But?” I say, sensing that the word is coming.

Joel hangs his head again, his fingers fidgeting more. “But tonight, I dreamed of that night again…except it was different.”

“Different how?”

“It wasn’t Sarah in my arms.” Joel looks up at me, tears swimming in his eyes, and it’s clear he’s fighting to keep them from falling.

My heart immediately falls to my feet.

“Poppy…,” I whisper, knowing without him even having to say her name. “Oh, Joel. I’m so sorry.” I reach out and touch his face, the tension in his jaw melting beneath my touch. “It was only a dream.”

“I know,” Joel agrees. “But it felt so damn real.” He turns back to look out across the yard, anywhere to avoid looking me in the eye. “I want to be a part of her life. I want to be the father she deserves to have - the father that Sarah got to have. But I’m so fucking afraid of losing her. Just the thought of it… of losing her…of losing you…” He shakes his head. “I can’t handle any more loss of that caliber. I just…can’t.”

My heart breaks more than I thought possible.

Sarah may not have been my daughter, but I loved her like my own, and knowing what happened to her left me devastated. My heart broke at the thought that she would never get to meet Poppy, a sister she always wanted. So, I understand the pain he felt when he lost her - the pain he still feels on some level. I can’t fathom losing Poppy, but it’s something I still fear.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t worry about losing Poppy,” I reply softly. “It’s just a part of being a parent. Even in the best of times you worried about Sarah all the time, remember?”

“This is different,” he contends. “Back then, I didn’t know how much it would fucking hurt to lose the ones I loved. It’s the most unimaginable pain possible, and I can’t do it again. I’ve already mourned the loss of one daughter. Fuck, I even mourned the loss of you, and the pain was too much. I couldn’t handle it.”

“But you did,” you gently argue. “You did handle it - somehow. I mean, you’re still here.”

Joel scoffs. “Yeah. 'Somehow' being the key word.”

I screw my eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?” I question, but I’m met with silence. “Joel?”

“When Sarah died…” He pauses, the words too hard to speak, but he seems to quickly gather the courage to continue. “When Sarah died, a part of me died too. The only thing that kept me going was Tommy’s constant reminder that you could still be out there somewhere. But with each passing day, the chance of finding you seemed smaller, and I started to mourn you as I mourned Sarah. She was dead, you were dead, I may as well have been dead too. I couldn’t see the point anymore.”

I close my eyes, silently praying he isn’t telling me what I think he is telling me.

“I wasn’t even scared. I was ready,” Joel confesses, and when I open my eyes, he seems a bit ashamed of his admission. “Shit, I couldn’t have been more ready. But when I…When I went to pull the trigger, I flinched. Got the scar to prove it. For years, I wondered why I flinched."

He lets out a sound that’s a mix of a sob and a laugh. “I guess the Lord was trying to tell me that I was wrong, trying to show me that I still had something out there to live for. And here you are, with our daughter. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I was handed another chance. A second chance to be a lover to you. To be a father to a daughter. I’m grateful for that. I really am. But I’m also so fucking terrified of what I’ll do if something happens to either one of you. And if something happens to both of you, that’s it. It’s over. Because this time – this time I’ll know there’s nothing else left for me.”

The tears that Joel has been trying to hold back finally escape his eyes. My heart shatters into a million pieces for him, and I want to break. But I know we are each other’s glue, that I’m the only one who can help him put himself back together. Confident, I take his face into my palms and gently guide him to look in my direction.

“Joel, look at me,” I demand, and his eyes find my own. They are wet, pleading, begging me to do something to take away his pain. “We are given only as much as we can handle at any given time, and you…you are so much stronger than you think you are. No matter what life throws at you, you can handle it. We can handle it.”

“I can’t promise you anything, Joel,” I continue. “I can’t promise you that we’ll have twenty years, twenty months, twenty days… Hell, I can’t even promise you tomorrow. That risk has always been there. Always. I could’ve died in a car crash or fallen off a cliff while hiking or some other tragic shit before the world fell apart, but that never stopped you from loving me back then. That never stopped you from loving Sarah. You know why? Because you knew as well as I that life is nothing if we cower in fear. We have to accept that risk and be willing to accept the consequences of it.”

I take a deep breath, my voice turning sterner. “Don’t let fear of what could or could not happen keep you from happiness, Joel. Don’t fear death. Fear what we’ll miss out on if we don’t live.”

My thumb swipes away a tear falling down his cheek as one rolls down my own. His eyes shift, no longer holding fear or sorrow, but love and admiration, a look he’s given me more times than I can count.

“How is it you always know the right thing to say?” Joel questions, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Dropping my hands from his face, I let out a wet laugh. “I learned from the best,” I reply, knowing he has been there for me just as many times as I’ve been there for him.

Joel chuckles. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arms and pulling me into a tight hug.

I immediately step into him, his arms banding around me tightly, securely. His chest is warm against my ear and my senses are overwhelmed by the scent of him, a sensory overload in the best way possible. I never want to let go.

Joel plants a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m so fucking glad I found you,” he says, and I feel his voice resonate low in his chest. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. We’re going to be okay.”

I feel him nod against me, and I can sense that he believes me.

After a moment, I pull back, meeting his eyes. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t protest if you want to keep me locked up in the house for the rest of our lives.”

Joel chuckles, then pulls me back to him. “That wasn’t on my radar, but it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

I chuckle into his chest, imagining how nice it would be to be locked up with Joel for the rest of our lives, with no responsibilities, just us.

Another thought pops into my head, and I roll my eyes.

“Good luck trying that with Poppy though.”

[theemporium]

In response to the calling Danny by his name ask….(yes I’m stalking ur blog I love ur content don’t judge😂)

Doing the challenge but with Charlos and not calling them baby or amor or whatever you call them and they both take it SO PERSONALLY!!!! Like Carlos is more confused as first, like “mi amor, what is wrong? Have I done something?” Just looking at you with those big brown puppy eyes meanwhile Charles is HURT like “my name is NOT Charles??? I’m baby?? What are you talking about??” And maybe they consult each other thinking it’s maybe just them but then they find out it’s BOTH and they sit her down like “what’s going on please tell us we can’t take the torture anymore” and you eventually laugh and tell them it was a joke and they’re annoyed but also much like Danny just cling to you for the rest of the day 😭

🥀

THEY WOULD BE SO OFFENDED😭like you walk out the house like, “bye, charles! bye, carlos! I’m just heading to get some groceries, I’ll be back soon!”

and both boys just come to a complete stop. but you’re already gone so they can’t even say anything to you and they are both like ??? as they try to wrack their brain on what they could’ve done to piss you off

and they think maybe it’s a fluke and they misheard you but it continues throughout the day and charles is like two seconds away from tears because he doesn’t understand what they’ve done to deserve this treatment😭

and the way carlos would probably roll his eyes when you reveal it but laugh all the same, whereas charles is a little pouty and upset and he’s telling you as much but he’s also not letting you go and making you call him some form of affectionate petname like every thirty seconds

[finalsentence]

hi everyone!! this is going to be a very simple introduction; depending on how this goes i might get fancy and do something nicer in the future!

this is my second or third time trying to create a space for myself in the writeblr community. both times i failed because consistency is hard. but i’d like to put myself out there and make friends with other writers, so i’m giving it another shot!

about me.

i’m nineteen years old and pursuing a ba degree in english literature! i have absolutely no idea what i want to do after that… if i had it my way i would simply spin my favorite characters around in my head for a living but i’ve been told that’s not how it works. :(

i enjoy reading a variety of genres, including literary fiction, horror, and post-apocalypse!

my top favorite books are: the stand by stephen king, frankenstein by mary shelley, and the kite runner by khaled hosseini. (yes, they are wildly different stories, but they all hold a very special place in my heart. <3)

my writing.

so. confession time. i am a fanfiction writer. i know how that sounds, but don’t scroll away just yet! i put a lot of care and effort into my work to make it accessible and enjoyable for everyone; so even if you aren’t in any of the fandoms i write about, you will still be able to follow my work the way you would follow someone’s original novel. all of my work is a study of canon storylines, settings and characters, but i try to present it in a way that does not assume the reader has any prior knowledge of the source. (and if you do, you get to enjoy the little easter eggs hehe.) there’s something for everyone, i promise! <3

generally speaking, i enjoy writing in the same genres that i read! i write a lot of horror and post-apocalypse, but overall i am trying to develop a more literary style. my work tends to focus on anti-heroes and their super dysfunctional relationships. and lots of my favorite characters are queer-coded!

i want to venture into writing original fiction one day, so you can look forward to that!

my wips.

i only have one active wip at the moment, so that’s what i’m going to talk about here. i might introduce some of my future projects later if i’m able to get this blog off the ground!

the book i’m currently working on is a five nights at freddy’s fanfiction suburban horror novel. it doesn’t have a title yet, because i am notoriously indecisive and i haven’t found one that fits, so until i figure that out, i’ll be using temporary tags and referring to it vaguely as ‘my michael novel.’

the story features an unreliable narrator, sketchy family entertainment restaurants, and lots of paranormal activity!

summary:

michael afton is miserable. living alone in a crappy apartment, unable to hold down a steady job, and haunted by nightmares of a tragic event in his past, he starts to suspect that things will never get better. but then, his estranged father reaches out to him with an unexpected and cryptic offer, asking him to return to his hometown and take a job as a maintenance technician at an animatronic rental facility. though he is unhappy about returning to the town where he grew up, michael dutifully follows these instructions, convinced that rekindling a relationship with his father is the key to turning his life around. however, he quickly realizes things in the facility aren’t what they seem. something sinister is hidden inside those walls, and it’s putting michael’s life on the line. in order to discover the truth about his father—and, eventually, to make things right—michael has to come to terms with his own past mistakes.

it’s not a fantastic summary; i’ll probably rework it soon, and hopefully i will have an entire wip intro to share at some point!

aaand that’s pretty much it! if you’re interested in interacting with me at all, please don’t be afraid to reach out! i am always open to chat, especially about your wips—and feel free to include me in dash games, too! i want to interact with people as much as possible, to build a little space for myself on here with some new friends, and have fun. <3

i hope you enjoy my little corner of writeblr!

[film-in-my-soul]

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Summary: Not that Ice is going to die. Not here and if Maverick had his way not ever. Ice dying is not allowed, not when Maverick loves him so much it already hurts enough in its own way. Abruptly, Maverick stills his hand against Ice and exhales but he has barely a second to wonder where the fuck that came from – the love thing – when Ice groans, pained and needy.

sending all my love along the wire | 1,159 | boasamishipper / @boasamishipper

Summary: It’s the night before his wedding, and Maverick can’t sleep.

Breathless | 1,176 | boasamishipper / @boasamishipper

Summary: Typical of Maverick to take the breath from him and return it in one fell swoop.

when i see your face | 1,411 | boasamishipper / @boasamishipper

Summary: In which Maverick Mitchell wakes up from surgery, high on painkillers, and hits on his husband.

Icing And Ice Cubes | 1,769 | CaptainStilinski

Summary: Bradley can hear his dad and Uncle Mav talking quietly in the living room, the noise from the tv drowning out most of what they're saying, but he does catch the tail end of the conversation. He pauses with one juice box in his hand, his little mind suddenly sparked with inspiration. Uncle Mav’s birthday is soon, and now he has the perfect gift idea.

Please see below for more recommendations!

if you like your coffee hot (let me be your coffee pot) | 1,887 | davidbyrne / @katiesharms

Summary: “Jesus, why are your hands so cold?” Pete almost winces. “Is that why they call you Ice?”

Dear Mav | 2,233 | TheReadingWriter

Summary: Ice writes letters to Maverick that he never sends. Maverick eventually finds them.

sun goes down alone | 2,605 | jill_ian / @keroujack

Summary: 25 days after a routine training exercise met a bird strike met an ejection gone slightly wrong. The concussion was ancient history, the ankle only hurt if he forgot to ice it, and the doctor had officially let him ditch the sling for his collarbone three days ago. Almost four full weeks later. Mav was standing at his front door with his hands shoved into his pockets. The way he normally did. The way Ice had spent 25 days wishing he would.

countdown | 2,649 | ChexMix

Summary: Ice & Mav count down the time before Mav returns from his deployment.

I won't let go 'til the end | 2,797 | quantumoddity / @mollymauk-teafleak

Summary: Maverick has been disappearing up to the hangar a lot lately, working on a project he won't tell Ice anything about. And Ice decides to go and see for himself.

i’ll be next to you, right by your side | 11,044 | thewonderzebra

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[firstdivisiongirl]

okay im way too shy to say this off anon but ive been highkey lowkey stalking your blog and your vibes??? Immaculate. 100/10. you seem like a very Good and Safe person to be around and i look at some of the stuff you post/write and go ':] heehee this is enjoyable :]]]'

okok stalkerish ramblings aside, i do have a request, if youre comfortable with it!! could you write a ficlet/mini-fic (whatever term you'd like to use theres so many :,3) about a sanji x transmasc!reader?

basically reader is afab and has been dating sanji for a while now, but has just recently come to the realization that they are actually more comfortable/happy being referred to as a man!! obviously, they are scared of what sanjis going to think, especially because hes, well. respectfully, because sanjis Like That. but!!! but eventually they gather the courage to come out and tell him, and then you can write sanjis reaction(s) however you'd like!!! admittedly id like it to be fluffy, but if you want it to be angtsy then feel free to make it so <3<3

okok sorry for the wall of text uhh have a good day and take your time please 💗💞💗

Hi! Thank you so so much! I’m happy you really love my blog and vibes. Don’t feel shy. I’d love to meet you. You can totally DM if you ever want to talk or anything. I’d love to hear from you. This was fun to write and it took me so long because I wanted to make sure it was perfect for such a big fan of mine. I hope you like it and you enjoy this. Can’t wait to hear from you in the future.

The Real Me (Sanji x Trans man reader)

If there was one person you could talk to, it’d be your boyfriend Sanji.  He was the sweetest, even when being sweet to all the other women in the world.  But this time, that was the problem.  Sanji treated women so respectfully, while men not so much.  And you felt more comfortable with being a man than a woman.  You were afraid to tell Sanji this because you were afraid he’d hate you and break up with you.  You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but you also wanted to be referred to as a man. Everytime you thought you could tell Sanji, you’d see his face and get nervous.

One day, you decided it was time.  You walked down to the kitchen early that morning.  You looked through the porthole window.  His ocean eyes sparkled with excitement as he stirred ingredients in an old pot or chopped veggies.  The smile on his face reminded you of one of the many reasons you fell in love with him.  You were starting to fear this talk, but you knew you had to.  You bursted in a cold sweat, but walked into the kitchen.  “Oh hello Y/N swan,” Sanji cheerfully said, “what’s my lovely girlfriend doing up and about so early?”

You sighed, “About that Sanji.  I don’t feel comfortable with that.”

Sanji’s face lost all color, “what do you mean?  Are you breaking up with me?  Do you hate me?  Is this mosshead’s fault?”

You grabbed his shoulders trying to get him to breathe.  “No Sanji,” You said nervously, “I love you!  I don’t want to break up at all.  I just don’t feel comfortable as a girl.  I feel more comfortable being called a man.”

Sanji looked at you.  He paused for a second to process everything.  You were getting really scared.  Finally, he smiled.  “Ok.  I understand.  If you prefer being referred to as a man, I’m happy to do so because I love you.  How long have you felt this way?”

You looked down at the ground, “a while.  I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Sanji caressed your right cheek causing you to look at him.  You saw nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.  “I understand,” he started, “you were nervous.  But I’ll love you no matter if you were a man, woman, fish, whatever.  Just know that you can come to me with anything and I’ll never stop loving you.”  He kissed you softly.  You finally felt at ease.  You helped him finish cooking breakfast.

Everyone started coming into the kitchen ready for breakfast.  When everyone sat down, he got everyone’s attention. “So everyone before we start eating,” he said, grabbing your hand, “I’d like you all to meet my boyfriend, Y/N.”  It was weird for him to introduce you to the crew because they all knew you, but it made sense.  Now, they got to meet the real you.

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

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Different anon. I’ve noticed you’re talking more about other groups on your blog. You’ve encouraged people to stan Stray Mids before as well. Why are you doing this when BTS is enlisting and need more support? I like how you write, one of the best writers on Tumblr is how I see you, but I’ve also seen you excuse akgae rhetorics, turn into a PJM shooter for Jimin, abuse Taehyung, insult Jungkook’s talent calling his music garbage, push Jikook shipping rumors, act like a multi who wants other groups to pass BTS, insult people and talk back to them. Now you’re pushing Enhypen. I have nothing against them but don’t you think you’re being too obvious in pushing them on Armys? I don’t always agree with you but I like seeing your point of view, but enlistment time is when BTS needs fans most and you’re pushing them to other groups. Are you really a fan or a BTS sabotageur. Don’t you think Jimin will want more support?

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Ask 2:

Jungwon caught my eye too BPP!!

Can you please talk more about him?

I’m curious about how a younger member became the leader of the group. Aren’t hyung-dongseng hierarchies strict in Korea? How is his personality?

He looks so fascinating to me. I don’t think I’ve seen someone with his face shape before. Anything about him is ok, just tell me. And pls give me your best examples of his dancing! His dancing reminds me of Jimin. It’s so sharp!

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 1, the second ask is posted here for your benefit.

The point of showing that ask is not to prove that rather than “pushing” Enhypen on anyone, all I’m doing is responding to asks from people already interested. Though I hope you glean that point eventually, that’s not the reason I’m posting it for you.

The reason I’m posting it is to show you that people can love things. You see that second anon? That 2nd anon is just happy, curious, and excited to learn more about a new artist, Jungwon; an artist who reminds them of Jimin and I’d assume by extension, BTS. It’s a very human feeling. Very normal and one I hope more people experience on a daily basis because it would make us as a species so much happier.

If someone told me today they want to get into EXO, I’ll be the last person to stop them though the group’s music does nothing for me and I think many of the stans are stupid and cruel. The Stray Kids post you’re referring to is me basically just telling an anon to do whatever they like. That’s all we do here anyway. I mean, are you going to reach through your screen to physically stop someone from listening to another k-pop group? Will you break that other person’s keyboard, cancel their data plan, or control their mind? What, exactly, are you going to do?

It’s possible to love things. Maybe this is a bad example, but I’m making it because you clearly think you’re a good and rightly self-righteous ARMY lol, so it’s an example you should get right away. Just as it’s possible to be OT7, to love the seven, very different and complicated men in BTS ‘equally’ without truly compromising in love for any of them, that’s how possible it is to love more than one group without compromising in love for them. It’s expensive, but possible. Just trust BTS to handle their business and do what you want.

That said, you’re right that BTS will need support in 2024. Honestly, it would be stupid to think otherwise. And so, I hope the people who love BTS support BTS. I intend to support BTS, by the way. Going by your ask, for some reason you believe that I don’t. Why? Isn’t it clear from what I write? I mean, I already said in my initial Enhypen post that I don’t stan them. That the group is really young, their dynamic is still maturing, I’m still learning who the members are as people, and that a few things concern me about them. I love Enha and like all the members, I love their music the most in 4th gen, and think they are ridiculously talented. I think Jungwon is a beautiful, ambitious man, Jay’s a sweetheart, and Sunghoon is a problem. Ni-ki is growing so well, Jake and Heeseung are worth keeping an eye on, and Sunoo is glorious. But, their music doesn’t hit the way BTS’s does for me. Lol. I need the rapline. I need their flavor of sound. That’s why I’m here.

And so, BTS.

They are the only group I actually stan. They’re one of the reasons I can justify my expensive audiophile habit. All the guys are hot and they’re actually decent people, despite somewhat popular opinion. That’s more than enough.

So, like, you’re blowing steam up my arse for no reason. Whatever I say or don’t say isn’t going to stop someone from supporting BTS if that’s something that person was going to do or not do anyway. I understand why ARMY-multis have the reputation they have, and it’s deserved, but also, lol, get real.

People who will focus on BTS will do that, and they can do that while loving other music/artists, including k-pop. Without compromising their love for BTS.

You know that. Or should, anyway. That’s the point I care about making. The rest of what you wrote is nonsense lol.

Anon in ask 2, I’ll answer your ask in a separate post.