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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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Hii this is sorta based on your last post but the older creeps reactions to reader calling then pookie? They be so confused, and a bit offended because they wouldn’t know what it means 😆 also I love your blog and hope you’re doing well! Hope you and your cousin are doing okay after last week

I love these goofy requests, they make me so happy. Me and my cousin are doing okay, she’s still very shaken up but she’s finally talking normally and eating full meals.

Calling The Creeps Pookie

Laughing Jack

“Goodnight, pookie.”

A scruff of black hair appears in your periphery. “Pookie? What is a pookie?”

Turning your head reveals your beloved, messy haired and open eyed, now wide awake. You would have never guessed he was trying to sleep seconds ago. Now there’s determination in his eyes. His entire face is just screaming he’s gonna get to the bottom of this. You mentally curse yourself for even speaking. Another sleepless hour to come, but what else did you expect from your clown?

Jack props himself up over you, tilting his head and smiling with teeth. “Is that some kind of new pastry I haven’t heard of? Are you calling me a cupcake? Is it because I’m so sweet?”

Before you can defend yourself, he’s nuzzling against your neck, being careful not to poke you with his pointy nose, stealing all sorts of nibbles and kisses. “You are so precious to me, my baby.”

Through your blushing cheeks, you tell him that although he is very sweet, you’re not calling him a pastry. It’s simply another one of your pet names for him. The explanation doesn’t calm Jack’s excitement, he’s still all over you.

“I’ll be your pookie, then. But that means I’m your only pookie, right? No other pookies involved?”

It takes some time to get him to shut up, get him off the pookie talk, and go to sleep.

Since that night, Jack calls you pookie sometimes, freely, and without a care for anyone who is around. Calls you pookie very loudly in front of Frankie just to see the annoyed look on the man’s face and giggles in your ear about it.

Although he probably doesn’t understand the real meaning, he doesn’t care. He thinks it sounds cute, a cute little word to describe his cute little partner, and that’s all that matters to him. As much as he is your pookie, you are his.

Isaac Grossman

“It looks beautiful, pookie.”

Isaac slowly stands from his perched position at the edge of his garden. He’s even slower when he turns to face you. When he does, the pure confusion etched into his face almost makes you burst into a laugh. He’s frowning, with squinted eyes and pinched brows.

“Did I mishear you, love?” he asks, idly holding the garden shears in one hand. Now you can’t stop the laugh that jumps out from how devastatingly lost he sounds. The poor man.

Coming to his side, you reassure him that he heard you very well. You explain that it’s just a pet name, like dear or darling. Only it’s a more goofy choice. You assure him that it still holds as much affection as the others.

“Oh, I see,” he nods. A softened, relieved smile crosses his handsome features. “That is very kind of you to call me such things, my love.”

Isaac understands it. Eventually.

You do have to show him the written definition for him to fully get it. You spend a few moments holding your phone out for him while he adjusts his reading glasses to read the definition. He doesn’t mind the extra time learning about it, of course.

Isaac doesn’t mind when you call him that. It’s as if you called him any other pet name. Even as silly as pookie sounds, he likes how happy you look when you call him it. It soon becomes one of the various names you call him in your relationship, weaving its way in with honey and sweetheart and all the others.

Isaac would call you it too, but he isn’t that silly. He thinks it sounds weird coming out of his mouth. It doesn’t mix very well with his accent.

Frankie The Undead

“How’s the paperwork going, pookie?”

“What?”

Frankie stares at you from across the room like you’ve just cursed him out. Like you’ve recited a riddle in an unknown language. Like you’ve just uttered something nonsensical. What on Earth did you just say?

He stops everything he’s doing and puts his full attention on you. Despite the multitude of papers on his desk, he puts all his pens aside. His body language screams it all. Explain yourself, now.

Usually, one would feel vulnerable under the heat of his glare, but you burst into laughter immediately.

Frankie, however, doesn’t break. He remains gawking at you, one eyebrow twitching. And despite how he feels, he can’t help the way his cheeks heat up. He had to admit that hearing your laugh was one of his favorite things, but what the fuck was a pookie?

Just a pet name, you explain between laughs and giggles. You think that’ll break his stare, but it only hardens further after your explanation. The man straight up frowns. He rolls his eyes with a groan, leaning back heavily into his office chair. He’s so dramatic, but you adore his dramatic ass.

Frankie takes his pen back in hand. “I will accept any other term of endearment besides that,” he grumbles, returning to his work, pretending to be unbothered.

From then on, using the word around him becomes a running joke. You only say it just to get him riled up and pissy. Although he hates every second of it, you enjoy every bit of terrorizing him. Sometimes you randomly come up to him, hug him and pretend to be sweet, and lean in only to whisper the word in his ear. It earns you a gentle swat to your arm and a warning. However annoyed he may get, he’s still just your grumpy pookie.

Although Frankie voices how much he despises the word, he never tells you to stop using it. It makes you question how much truth he’s actually telling you.

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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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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.

[beggingforxavier]

A Weekend in NYC // Xavier Thorpe

This is an alt! Follow my main blog: @beggingforxavierthorpe

About: Xavier finally comes to visit you in New York City for the holidays.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Oral (m & f recieving), P in V unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, spitting, talk of cum eating.

“Hey, I’m here!” You hear your boyfriend through the speaker of your phone and start to look around for him.

Grand Central Station is absolutely bustling this time of year, with the large Christmas tree in the center of the lobby.

“I’m by the main entrance. Just follow the signs and find the big tree.” You stay on the phone with him though, so enthused to finally have Xavier in your city for the first time.

It takes about ten minutes and a lot of explaining, but eventually you feel a tap on your shoulder. Whirling around, you look up into your boyfriend’s soft, green eyes.

“Hi there.” He murmurs, grinning wide at you. You let out a squeal and wrap your arms around his neck. Xavier chuckles lowly and lifts you up for a moment, abandoning his duffel bag to twirl you around. “I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Pulling back, you kiss him sweetly, before beaming up at him, your smile dazzling.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” You exclaim, tugging on his arm with excitement. “There’s so much I want to show you!”

He kisses your forehead, breathing you in for another second before slinging his arm around your shoulders and picking up his bag.

“Where do we begin?” He asks as you lead him out to the busy street.

“Well, I’m going to take you to the apartment so we can drop off your bag. And then I thought we could see the tree in Rockefeller Center, and also see the New Year’s ball in Times Square…” You mumble on, trying to lead him through the throngs of people rushing to their next destination.

Luckily for him, Xavier’s long legs make matching your quick pace easy.

You quickly go to your apartment, tossing his duffel inside the front door, barely giving Xavier a chance to look around before you’re pulling him out again. His cheeks are reddened in the cool New York winter breeze, and he tightens his scarf around his neck. Walking the streets at such a quick pace was quite the workout, and when you finally make it to Rockefeller Center, he’s breathing heavily. You grin up at him, used to the pace at this point, and you wrap your arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“You gonna survive?” You tease him, and he chuckles.

“I think I need one kiss, or I’ll die.” He leans down and steals one quickly, and you squeeze his waist.

“Well, we don’t want that, do we? You’ll miss this.”

The crowd parts and the tree comes into view, large, full, and so incredibly tall. Xavier lets out a little gasp and moves closer to the colorful tree. He walks right up to the barrier and gazes up in astonishment.

“How the fuck is it so big? Is it real?” He asks, gazing down at you.

“Yes, it’s real. I think they get it imported from Sweden. Norway? I can’t remember.” You shake your head and your breath clouds around your mouth.

“It’s beautiful.”

You two stand there for a few more minutes before you give him a tour, showing him Radio City Music Hall, and walking the couple blocks to Times Square.

“So that big glass ball up there is the same one on your TV that drops on New Year’s Eve.” You point up to where it is, looping your arm with his.

Xavier is overwhelmed with the number of billboards and buildings, gazing up to where you’re pointing.

“How many people live here again?” He asks, gazing around at the massive crowds.

“Like 8 million, but most of these people are tourists. We get a LOT of tourists. Like 50 million or something. It’s crazy.” You explain, walking past the shops and stopping for a minute. “Do you want to get a souvenir? We could get you a classic I heart NY shirt.”

“Maybe we should come back tomorrow? I don’t know what I’d-holy shit.” He drops your hand and moves towards the art gallery next door.

Xavier peers in the window and bites his lip, wanting to go in but he can tell its closed.

“We could come back later tonight when it’s open. We could also visit the Museum of Modern Art? I know you’d like it.” You offer, and he turns to you.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course I would, loser. I’d do anything for your dumb ass.” You lean up and kiss him sweetly, and he grins into the kiss, his hands finding your hips and squeezing gently.

The smell of fresh pizza fills the air, and you pull away, pecking his lips once more before gazing up into his eyes.

“How about authentic New York pizza?” You ask, grabbing your wallet from your purse. “My treat.”

Xavier huffs at the last part but allows you to drag him into the pizza shop.

When you finally get back to the apartment, it’s dark outside. You both flop onto the couch, feet sore and bellies full.

“So, d’you love it?” You look over at him, reaching out your hand for his and squeezing it once he places his palm against yours.

“I love you.” Xavier rests his head back against his arm and gazes lovingly at you. When you pout at the non-answer, he smirks. “Yes, baby. I love it here. There’s so much to do, so much to see. I’m so excited for the museum tomorrow and the shows.”

“What was your favorite part?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Seeing you again.” He answers smoothly, and you roll your eyes at him, though a grin spreads across your face. His eyes are filled with adoration as he repeats himself. “I love you.”

“I love you too, you big dork.”

You slide down so your head is in his lap, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, pushing his hair back away from his face with his hand. Meanwhile, his other moves into yours, playing with the strands and massaging your scalp. You moan softly at the attention, and you can feel his cock twitch against your cheek at your sounds.

A smirk plays on your lips, and you carefully sit up, moving from the couch and sliding to your knees in front of him.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” Xavier asks, raising his eyebrow but making no move to push you away.

You look up innocently from your spot between his legs and shrug.

“I don’t know.” You lean closer, reaching forward and starting to palm him through his pants.

“Oh yeah? Are you sure?”

“I want to make you feel good.” You say offhandedly, your focus on unwrapping your favorite toy from its confines.

He almost groans at your words alone, his cock already hardening from the attention your hand is giving him. The zipper of his jeans is loud in the quiet room as you unbutton his pants and free him. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and he hisses as you begin to stroke him a couple of times dry.

“Babe-“ He grabs your wrist and stops you. “Get it nice and wet first for me.”

You smile and lean forward, flattening your tongue and licking up the side of his shaft. Xavier curses and lets his head fall back a little, his hands moving to grip the edge of the couch. Your tongue swipes over the tip of his cock, collecting the precum that has begun to dribble out from his slit. Your tongue teases the tip gently, lapping at it for a few moments, knowing how wild that drives him. That earns you a louder groan, and you lean back, spitting onto his cock and then taking it fully into your mouth. Sucking gently, you begin to bob your head, taking more of him with each bob.

Xavier’s large hand finds the back of your head, forcing himself further down your throat and holding you there. Your nose presses into his skin and you choke around his cock, tears starting to leak from the corners of your eyes. You stay pressed down as long as you can, your throat spasming around him and causing the grunting sounds you currently hear. When it becomes too much, you tap on his thigh, and he immediately lets you up with a groan.

“That’s my good girl. Do you want me to pump you full? Claim you as mine?” Xavier croons, pushing your hair away from your face. When you nod, Xavier smiles and leans forward, pulling you up and into his lap. “Can you show me how badly you want it, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes.” You manage, and Xavier’s large hands grip your hips, forcing them to roll over his cock, spreading your wetness against his hard-on.

His tip pulls at your entrance while grinding a couple of times before he grips himself and starts to smack himself against your clit. You whimper and hold onto his shoulder tightly, looking down between you both. You both watch as his cock disappears into your cunt, and then you make eye contact, groaning as your mouths latch together again.

You kiss him deeply, his tongue teasing yours, and he chases your mouth when you pull away to focus on rocking your hips against his. Xavier’s hands move to grip your ass, squeezing it roughly as you lift your hips and drop them back down again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room between your mixed groans and moans. His hand pulls back and comes down on your cheek, the sting radiating across as it jiggles. He smooths his hand over it to soothe the pain, and then does it again, wanting to see his large, red handprint marked there.

“Fuck, just like that.” He moans, his hands guiding your movements. Your walls flutter around his length as it plunges inside you over and over, squeezing him just right like always. His eyes watch the way your chest bounces with each drop of your hips, and he leans forward, about to take one of your nipples into his mouth when he grunts again. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at that comment, and you reach forward to stroke his cheek as he pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. Your head falls back, hips stuttering at the added stimuli. Xavier’s tongue flicks it gently before he moves to the other one, getting each nice and perked. When he removes his mouth completely, his fingers come to tug on both gently.

After a few more moments, Xavier lifts you off him and kisses your shoulder before sliding out from beneath you. His tall frame stands up behind you, pushing you onto your hands and knees on the couch. Your cheek presses into the cushion as he drives his cock back inside you.

“Oh, shit.” You whimper, your toes curling as he presses even deeper inside of you, burying himself to the hilt before pulling back and snapping his hips roughly into yours.

Xavier sets a brutal pace, leaning forward over you, one of his hands pressing on your shoulders to ensure your face is digging into the cushion below you, the other moving around to slap at your clit. You moan louder, trying to meet his thrusts but the pace is too quick for you. One particularly rough slap to your clit shoots tingles of mixed pain and pleasure through your body. You can almost feel the blood in your body move to your lower extremities, making your cunt throb around him.

“Such a pretty little slut. ‘M gonna give you all my cum.” He grunts out, hips ramming harder now.

His tip nudges against your sweet spot with every thrust now, and your legs begin to shake. He moves a hand to your hair, yanking you flush against his chest before tilting your head towards his.

“Open.” He says firmly, and you let your mouth drop open immediately.

Xavier proceeds to spit in your mouth, and you savor it, moaning greedily and opening again for him. He obliges and does it again for you. His assault on your clit never stops, and it only takes a couple more minutes before your walls are tightening around his cock, and you’re falling apart.

Your cries are loud, and he moves his hand up to your throat, silencing you with a kiss. He thrusts through your orgasm, before bottoming out completely, as deep as he can get, and cumming hard for you. Xavier lets out an extended groan low in his throat as he stays buried inside you. After a few moments, he lowers you back onto your hands and knees, pulling out.

His release drips out of you, and he dips his fingers in your messy cunt and pushes it right back inside.

“You look so pretty with a full cunt.” He murmurs to you, and you flush, wiggling your hips a little for him. “Who gets to fill this delicious pussy? Who does it belong to?”

“You.” Your voice is hoarse from all the moaning, but you respond automatically.

“That’s right. I own this pussy. It’s mine. And you’re my little breedable slut, aren’t you?” His eyes are trained on your leaking hole, but he smooths his hand over your cheeks lovingly.

“Yes, baby. I’m all yours.” You slowly move so you can kiss him.

Xavier kisses you back briefly, before his stomach rumbles and he pulls away.

“Good. Now, how about we finish that pizza we brought home? I’m suddenly starved. No idea why.” He teases, and you giggle.

“I can’t think of anything either.” You grin, shaking your head. “But maybe I’m just fucked dumb.”

Xavier groans at your words and pulls you in for another kiss. He almost growls into it before grabbing your legs and tugging on them, making you lay on your back.

“Actually, the pizza can wait. I have my meal right here.”

When his tongue laps at your hole, collecting your mixed releases, you both groan at the same time.

It’s official. Xavier loves New York. But he loves one thing more. You.

[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.

[crescentpaws]

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

gif dump: @pyro-pixels

ao3: here

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

[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 || Books Two & Three: outlined

⚔ 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!)

[filletedfennysnake]

for the character ask game 2, 9, 12 and 25 for palamedes!!

RICHIEEE how did you know I just wanted to talk about him <3

2) favorite cannon thing about this character: perhaps one of the most crucial Ingredients to canon palomides is that, despite everything, he must stay a little silly! he only seems relatively normal because he’s standing next to lancelot and tristan. important not to forget that my pal is out there crying over wells (why?? what is it about wells, pal???), hunting the questing beast with the all fervor of an underfunded lepidopterist on three hours of sleep, reading horrible love letters out loud to his crush (you didn’t have to read the sexy bits, pal. you really didn’t have to), asking a toddler if he can ride a horse, seeing a naked woman tied to a tree and being like “wow I’m sure that’s normal here,” and reciting long stretches of depressing Arabic poetry for his dear friends. liek. yea he’s amazingly strong and brave and chivalric and a diversity hire, etc. I genuinely love those characteristics as well. but he’s also an odd cookie and I cherish that

9) could you be roommates with this character: HELL YES we could be roommates! he seems like someone who would take pride in keeping his living space really tidy. I’ll bet he enjoy trying new foods; we could hold a competition every week to see who found the best recipe and then spend the night like total nerds, just lying on the floor and discussing The Fun Biology Facts We Learned That Week. plus it would be in-character for him to have a snake as a pet (something that really requires proper care, like a ball python. or scrub python…) and I’ve always wanted to live with one despite being scared of the care commitment

12) what’s a headcannon you have for this character: despite not being fully fleshed out my personal hc for his backstory is very complex and angsty. I think his mother was from Nubia (modern-day Sudan) and travelled far up north, eventually marrying into his father’s nomadic family in Egypt (I think of them as Bedouin, but I don’t know what they would have called themselves at the time. I need to do more research). palomides grew mostly on the Sinai peninsula before being sold as a 9-year old to become a mamluk (an educated , high-ranking warrior slave). he advanced quickly, due to his military prowess and ability to hide emotions until when he was 22, a Mysterious Disgrace necessitated that he flee the continent. he ends up in britain during his mid-twenties, weary, uprooted, and utterly dejected. eventually he is adopted by sir esclabor, at which point he begins taking part in the stories we know and love today!

25) what was your first impression of this character? how about now: the first time I heard about palomides was either through Roger Lancelyn Green’s King Arthur (where he’s just mentioned in passing) or on @gringolet’s blog (where I got to see some lovely fanart of him). honestly at the time I just thought it was neat that not all of the knights were white (I imagine most of the characters as poc anyway, but you know what I mean). the real Indoctrination happened when I read The Ballad of Sir Dinadan. Gerald Morris, the madman (affectionate) really said this is the first canonically non-white character in this series. okay. I’m going to make him so honorable and intelligent and competent. he’s going to smoothly deliver one-liners in his second (third??? fourth????) language before single-handedly beating up all the Recreant Knights. he’s going to face microagressions but he will be so Brave about it. he’s going to travel thousands of miles away from almost everything he knows to fight in a doomed war, just because that’s where dinadan is going. he’s going to spend the rest his life traveling the world and singing. with dinadan. he. anyway. the whiplash of going from that to Le Morte D’Arthur palomides (who I also love for very different reasons) was rather jarring. I’ve now experienced way more versions of palomides, and developed more nuanced feelings about him. I think we can recognize that a lot of pal exists as a foil to tristan (which is not great, considering that tristan is meant to be the virtuous white one who Gets the Girl) while also noting that he never entirely cast in the role of antagonist. It’s just so amazing to me that he exists as a character at all, and for the most part it’s his flaws— regardless of the intentions with which they were created— that make him such an intriguing character, even centuries later

[bungoustraypups]

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hi i'm cio, most of this is copy/pasted from my bsd-only blog @bungoustraypups-verse

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yes i love mori. no i do not think mori is a canon pedophile or child predator (he isn’t a canon child predator either, for that matter) and i do not think mori abused dazai. yes i am open to discussing why i believe this and you’re welcome to debate me on the second opinion, but i am not open to arguing about it, and i am not open to debate on the first one. please respect my boundaries.

fukumori is my OTP and i have specific ways i like to discuss them. specifically, on any post i make, do not discuss anything about them being "divorced" or anything other than actively in love with each other unless i bring it up. it bothers and distresses me when this is brought up against my will, especially on my posts i make about them or implying them being a thing, so on and so forth. always assume my fukumori posts are made with the intent of them being actively together and in love unless i say otherwise explicitly

i'm aware that there's a lot of canon divergence in how i portray the characters, it's on purpose, and how i portray them in my fanworks is not necessarily reflective of how i think they would or should behave in canon, and aspects of some of their backstories/some headcanons i have for them apply solely when writing them in fanworks and not in the canonical material. please don't assume things about how i watch/read BSD based off my fics, especially when it comes to verses that are completely separate AUs and not just canon divergent

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[imauthicktic]

Hey, just found your blog can I get a uhhhh Crosshairs x plus-sized!reader who isn't very confident abt how they look? He's been teasing them lately and didn't know how much it affected them (yay for repressed emotions (sarcasm)) until he notices that they've stopped joking/teasing him back and have gone weirdly quiet, please?

Hello! So it didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped, but I took a nap and rewrote a whole new scenario that goes to your prompt! I hope you like angst with a cheesy fluffy ending!!

It's a tiny bit tweaked but its so itty bitty tiny bit tweaked.

Crosshairs x plus-size!gn!reader

Bee and Cade had just come back to the safe house after a supply run when they heard Crosshairs and Hound going at it. As per usual, you were sitting on Crosshairs’s shoulder holding on tight to the side of his head with all your might. Bee rolled his eyes, “Another fight. Wonder what it’s about this time?” he said switching through stations. Cade huffed out a chuckle then looked at how desperate and uncomfortable you looked. You were trying to tell Crosshairs to relax, “Shut it, kid. I can handle my own unlike you,” he side-eyed you. You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh, “I know how to handle myself better considering the maturity gap between us you ass. I just don’t like you arguing over something so stupid.” Cade sensed the sudden increase in tension and Bee was about to step in to grab you when Crosshairs grabbed you off his shoulder, “Oh, so now you’re siding with the fat ass? Guess the big ones have to stick together huh?” you were shocked at that and everyone froze when Crosshairs plopped you down on the ground. He wasn’t exactly gentle with it and you landed on your ass roughly. Crosshairs cringed at how you landed then Bee stepped up and pushed him back as he and Hound stood between you two. Cade went to help you up to make sure you were ok. You were on your feet and let out a small, “I’m fine,” before you quickly walked off to inside the crumbling building next to you. “You’re a real asshat you know that?” Hound said, crossing his arms. Crosshairs went quiet for once before he turned into the stingray and drove off. “I’ll go talk to them,” Cade said, going into the building to search for you.

Cade finally found you on the top floor sitting on a window sill looking outside the window. “Hey, you ok?” he asked as he leaned against the wall next to the window. “I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Hell, I’ve heard worse. I’ll get over it,” you look at him with a small smile to try and ease his worry. You’ve been friends for years and he knew about your insecurities so he didn’t believe you when you said you were ok. “Yeah, but this isn’t the first time he’s said something. You’ve been giving him too much of a break with that and you need to stop letting him get away with it.” You looked at the ground and sighed, “You’re right. I just care for him a lot and I know he doesn’t know what you know. I don’t think he even noticed that we’ve been becoming more distant.” You couldn’t help the tears from falling, “Usually it's always said jokingly, but today it was definitely different.” Cade sighed as he walked closer and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “It’s not ok even if it’s jokingly said, (N/N). C’mon, I need your help with some of the stuff I got.” 

Eventually Crosshairs came back and you both just pretended like nothing happened. He tried to pull you aside to take you for a ride, but you said you were busy. He came back almost every hour you were with Cade, but you brushed him off every single time. At this point, Crosshairs is feeling a little defeated. You never say no to riding with him. At least, not until lately, but especially not when he asks more than twice. You often cave in on the second ask. The rides you have agreed to in the past few days have been more quiet than normal. It’s almost always filled with you guys flirting and you laughing until you can’t breathe at some dumb joke he said. This time when he would say a joke, you either let out a little laugh or a scoff. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong.

You didn’t want to talk about what happened and you didn’t want to hear what he was gonna say anyways. Cade was right, you needed to stick up for yourself. After a couple more hours of working on stuff with Cade, you got tired and decided to take a break. You were finally feeling better from earlier as you took a little walk to go over the events with Crosshairs lately. You’re having very conflicted feelings about him at the moment because one minute he’s sweet and flirty and the next he’s making snide comments about your appearance. They were half sweet, but also half mean. It’s making you go crazy just trying to figure out to be flattered or insulted. You let out a long sigh. 

There was an abandoned car nearby and you walked over to it and laid down on the hood to look up at the sky. You smiled a little, reminiscing about the drives you used to take with Crosshairs at night and how he would have you perched on one of his legs with one hand resting by your side and a couple fingers wrapped around you softly resting on your stomach and thighs. He used to tell you stories of his life on Cybertron, which you knew was hard for him to do considering it’s gone. You would tell him stories about your life on Earth which was hard because you felt lame at how different your life was from his. He always listened to every word just like you did when listening to him. 

You felt your vision blur and closed your eyes and took deep breaths. You sat up on the hood and cried into your hands. You’ve been holding in the disappointment and hurt from the day and you just couldn’t hold back anymore. You were so heartbroken because you really cared for Crosshairs and you’re thinking how all those little moments with him were just little moments. He can’t possibly reciprocate your feelings when he treated you the way he did today. 

You didn’t hear the car roll up next to you until you heard them transform and look at the ground as they moved to stand in front of you. You sniff and wipe away the tears on your face refusing to look up knowing exactly who it was. You heard Crosshairs sigh as he kneeled down and put his finger under your chin and moved your head to look up at him. He smacked his teeth when your eyes didn’t meet his gaze. “C’mon darlin’. You can’t avoid me forever,” he said softly. You moved your gaze up just to stop at his chin. “Please.” You hesitated to meet his gaze, but he spoke so softly you almost didn’t believe it came from him. You finally locked eyes with the man in front of you. He gave a small smile, “Ah, my favorite eyes in the whole universe.” You rolled your eyes slightly before smiling a little bit. “I’m sorry. For everything. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t realize how… insensitive I was being to you. You’re the one person on this whole planet that I care for more than anythin’.” He paused to look your face over. “I… love… I love every single thing about you. Your looks, your presence, your brain, your heart, and every little hair on your head. I mean it when I say it. I’m in love with every part of you” You laughed a little at that getting teary-eyed, “Who knew you could be such a smooth talker,” you laughed at his smile dropping at your comment. It came right back though because he missed hearing your laugh. “I’ been told I’m actually quite charming.” You wheezed out another laugh at that. Crosshairs chuckled at that himself, just happy to see your face light up like that again. 

He looked back into your eyes and to the both of you, it seemed your eyes shined brighter. He gently brought his hand up again and rested it under your chin as he brought his head closer to yours. You feel the coolness of his forehead as it touches yours softly. You breathed in deeply as his hand dropped to rest on your side, his hand covering your hip and fingers wrapping around your back. You brought your hands up to the sides of his face, “I love you Cross. Every little bit of you.” Crosshairs hummed happily. “I hope ya know, yer my sparkmate fer the rest of time,” he said as he reluctantly pulled his face from yours, “yer not ever getting rid o’ me, love.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smiled and picked you up before sitting with his back against the car sitting you in his lap with your back against his chest and his hand wrapped around your middle as you both looked up at the stars losing yourselves in conversation.

[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.

[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.

[lux-scriptum]

Re-Re-Introductory Post

Hi! My name is Lucas (Luc or Lux works just fine!). I use he/him pronouns. I’m 26, and I’ve been writing for well over a decade now. I’ve had this blog since 2015, and I have no plans on leaving any time soon. I enjoy talking about my projects, my current character hyperfixation, and offering any nuggets of wisdom my years of writing may have produced.

I write fantasy of all flavors. While urban fantasy is my leaning, I have a couple high fantasy projects as well. My favorite thing to do is something I affectionately call frankengenres. (Perhaps a misnomer, but a fun word.) My casts are all queer of some flavor. I adore worldbuilding, with fondness for finding a reason to add wings to characters (leftover from my obsession with angels and demons), and building all new god pantheons. I like to play with concepts in my writing like morality, and trauma both personal and generational, and healing, and turning into creatures, and anything else I might be processing between therapy sessions. All of my writing is tagged under my writing, and usually the character name/project name.

My big projects I’m likely to talk about are Personal Demons, Ichor (godsuckers), Dragonmarked, or Give Me Ur Eyes (temporary title). My minor projects are many, but the ones I can remember at the moment are the Warped wip, the polyam supernatural wip, the witchy nun story, the twisted trio, opulent dreamer, tons of aus and such, and technically Lev n Fax, tho that one is “complete” in theory. Might edit it up one day if I end up self-publishing PD, since it (and a few of my minor projects) are in the same universe. Also, me and @fragmentedink wrote Hell to Pay as a collab au, and we’re in theory working on the second generation right now.

If you find my old introductory post, you’ll see that I said I had dyslexia, but in January of 2020 I went to get fully diagnosed and it turns out I just have severe ADHD that was making it hard for me to read. I was supposed to get diagnosed with autism via a specialist for adults and I... did not follow through.

I do ask you don’t tag me in tag games. I have really bad anxiety, and even though I know no one gets mad that I don’t fill them out, I still stress an awful lot when I can’t fill them out. I just don’t have the time or the energy.

My askbox is always open though! I take prompts constantly, and you’re free to ask me anything. I tend to get on at night more than daytime when it comes to asks, but I’ll get around to them eventually!

I don’t currently have an FAQ, but hey, that might be a thing in the future, I don’t know. We’ll see. There doesn’t seem to be a need just yet. Also I procrastinate real bad. 

My cat’s name is Luna, and she’s fat and I love her. If you want to see her, her tag is Luna at large.

[bobbyinthegarden]

2023 Reading Challenge. Re-imagined Classic: Alec by William di Canzio

Spoilers for both Maurice by E. M. Forster and Alec by William di Canzio.

For this category I considered talking about one of the many re-writings or sequels to The Secret Garden that I’m planning on reading for this blog, but decided against it, as I consider that reading project to be separate from this one, so instead I chose this book, Alec by William di Canzio.

Alec is a re-telling/sequel to E. M. Forster’s posthumously published novel Maurice, and follows it’s titular character Alec Scudder (the love interest in Maurice), from childhood, through the events of Forster’s novel and beyond, to the early 1920s.

Before I really get into the book and my thoughts about it, I want to first talk about the skin that I have in the game here, so to speak. Maurice is a book that I hold very dear, I first read it when I was thirteen years old, at which point I was already aware that I was queer but had not yet told anybody. Maurice, to me, was kind of a revolution, here was a character whose journey in accepting his sexuality and finding love, despite the times in which he lived (the novel takes place between 1909-1913), was something that affected me in an extremely profound way, and ultimately helped me gain the courage to come out myself. It’s a book that I have re-read several times, I also adore the 1987 film adaptation (here’s a link to where you can watch it for free on YouTube) and I even saw a stage version of the novel several years ago at the Above the Stag Theatre (an LGBT theatre in London, which has sadly since closed down). Though I do like Maurice a lot, I don’t necessarily think that it is Forster’s greatest work (I think that would probably be Howards End) but I do like the book a lot, and I generally like E. M. Forster a lot as a writer, I enjoy his novels and the various Merchant-Ivory adaptations (which you can probably tell from looking at my blog).

My attachment to the book that Alec is adapting, may seem that I’m setting the book up to fail, and I’m really not doing that, I was rooting for this book from the second I knew of its existence, and I wasn’t going to buy it and read it just to hate on it. As somebody who has been known to enjoy a spot of fanfiction now and then and who is extremely interested in adaptation and transformative works, I was stoked to read this book, especially since Alec is my favourite character in Maurice.

I explained the basic premise earlier, but I’ll go into a bit more detail now. The novel Maurice is about Maurice Hall, an upper-middle class young man living in England in the early 1910s (prior to the First World War). While studying at Cambridge University, Maurice falls in love with his friend Clive Durham, thus coming to terms with his homosexuality. The love between him and Clive is mutual but strained, Clive (who is part of the gentry) insists that they must repress their sexual desires, that their relationship should be purely romantic, not sexual. The men are together for several years, before Clive ultimately breaks things off in order to get married, leaving Maurice alone and heartbroken, though they continue to be friends. On a visit to Clive’s country estate, Maurice meets Alec Scudder, the working-class gamekeeper, Maurice initially thinks very little of him, though the relationship eventually blossoms into a passionate romance. However, their relationship gets off to a rocky start, with mistrust and miscommunication on both sides. They are eventually able to resolve these issues, realise their love for one another, and decide to forge a life together, despite the societal obstacles, with Maurice deciding to definitively put an end to his friendship with Clive. The novel ends on an uncertain but optimistic note, with the lovers facing their future together.

Alec is told in nine sections, the first section being Alec’s life from birth to aged 18 and depicts his family life in Dorset and coming to terms with his own sexuality, and the circumstances that led him to being employed as Clive’s gamekeeper. The second section depicts the events of Maurice from the perspective of Alec, how the couple came to meet and fall in love, with large sections that are copied verbatim from the original novel (which was done with permission from Forster’s estate). The following seven sections depict the next six years, following the couple through their early years together, the outbreak and duration of the First World War -- during which time the couple is kept apart – to the couple’s reunion and continuation of their life together, now joined by Maurice’s sister and her newborn daughter.

Reading Alec you do get the impression that William di Canzio cares deeply about this story, and has infused some of his own experiences as a gay man into the narrative, particularly with regard to Alec’s self-awareness and lack of shame about his own sexuality prior to his interactions with Maurice – that is to say, Alec doesn’t hate himself for his own desires, which was something that I found refreshing. Speaking of desire, I was not expecting this book to be as sexually explicit as it was. This isn’t a criticism necessarily, it just wasn’t something that I was expecting. It may even be a strength of the book, as the current climate with regards to sexuality and sexual expression is so different to what it was in Forster’s day, that this book has the opportunity to be much more forthcoming about sex and desire than Forster could have ever been.  

One element to this book that I found especially interesting is the inclusion of Forster as a character within the story, as well as other historical figures, namely socialist philosopher and gay rights activist Edward Carpenter (1844–1929) and his partner George Merrill, who were friends of Forster, and upon whom the characters Maurice and Alec are partially based. Granted, it is never explicitly acknowledged within the text that these characters are the people that they share their first names with, however, anybody with even a basic understanding of the biographies of these three men would easily be able to identify them. Initially, I thought that the inclusion of these characters was something of a gimmick, but I warmed to it as the story went on, as they act somewhat as mentors to Maurice and Alec, teaching them about life and love, giving them language and models about how to live as gay men at that time in history.

My review so far seems like I really loved this book, and that isn’t necessarily the case.  I think it’s pretty good, though not perfect. I liked it well enough that I read the whole thing reasonably quickly, though there were a number of things that I didn’t like so much. di Canzio’s writing style and narrative voice is not nearly as beautiful as Forster’s, who is able to make even the most mundane moments beautiful and profound (take the moment in Maurice where Alec takes Maurice’s hand for the first time as a prime example of this), but di Canzio isn’t a bad writer either, his work is very readable, but comparison to the original author is unavoidable when adapting/re-telling another book.

One element of the book that I liked in theory, but not so much in practice is the Kitty sub-plot. Kitty is Maurice’s sister, and is a pretty minor character in Forster’s novel – though the unpublished epilogue to Maurice does imply that Kitty may be the lesbian counterpart to her gay brother. In Alec, Kitty was a nurse during the war, fell in love with an Indian Army Officer and became pregnant out of wedlock, thus making her something of a social outsider like her brother. Maurice and Alec take Kitty in, deciding to raise her mixed-race daughter together as a family, something that greatly upsets Maurice’s mother, who rejects both of her children because of this. As a plot element, I like this a lot in theory, unfortunately not so much in practice, as this plot thread is introduced on page 298 of a 337 page book, with Maurice’s mother and sisters having barely been mentioned and never seen before earlier in the novel, and thus this whole element of the story feels incredibly rushed and poorly integrated into the overall story, which is a shame, because I think it could have been really interesting. If I had been Mr di Canzio’s editor, I would have sent the manuscript back to him with a big note in red ‘INTEGRATE THIS INTO THE STORY EARLIER AND BETTER’.

I said earlier, in my summary of Maurice, that the novel ends on an uncertain but optimistic note, with the lovers facing their future together, and this novel ends in much the same way, with Maurice, Alec, Kitty and her daughter deciding to emigrate to New York (presumably because William di Canzio is American). I didn’t really like this ending very much; it seems to go against Forster’s intentions for his characters. Let me explain: a major theme in Maurice is nature and the desire for a rural life that is apart from society (what Forster calls ‘the Greenwood’), indeed in the unpublished epilogue, we see that this desire has been fulfilled, with Maurice and Alec being shown to be living in a cottage and working as woodcutters. Having Maurice and Alec move to New York seems a little out of left field to me, and not very in-keeping with the themes of the original novel, particularly since the idea of America being the ‘land of opportunity’ for LGBT people and POC, is not particularly reflective of the historical record, particularly in the 1920s.

If you haven’t read Maurice, then I don’t really know what you would get out of Alec, just as a standalone story. It works, I think, as a supplementary piece to Maurice, though does not achieve the same tenderness, intimacy, and beauty of its predecessor.

Now go read Maurice, if you haven’t!