#I’m definitely going to have to write a fic like this

[sweetsoobie]

Which drama would you like to watch tonight? 𓏲𝄢

Choi Soobin — 20th century girl | ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟

𝓖enre • fluff, angst

When your best friend has to go abroad for heart surgery, she asks you to gather as much information as possible about her latest crush. But everything gets mixed up when you realize you've been studying the wrong guy the entire time.

Choi Yeonjun — King the Land | ꪆৎ

𝓖enre • fluff, smut

At the king hotel, where smiling is mandatory, you’re known for your irresistible smile, but for some reason, your new boss, Choi Yeonjun, can’t stand it.

Choi Beomgyu — When I Fly Towards You | ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

𝓖enre • fluff, friends to lovers

On a rainy day, you fall in love with Beomgyu at first sight, thinking you’ll never see him again. But when you transfer schools, you’re shocked to discover that he’s one of the top students there.

Kang Taehyun — Meow the Secret Boy | ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

𝓖enre • smut, hybrid au, slight angst

You never expected your cat hybrid, Taehyun, to be the jealous type, But when you get too close to an old friend, he makes it clear that he’s not willing to share.

Huening Kai — a Business Proposal | ✮⋆˙

𝓖enre • smut

Unknowingly sending your best friend to take your place for a date with her company’s CEO turned out to be one of the best things you’ve ever done—especially since you get to have his secretary instead.

Hiii!! This is my first time writing so I thought that I would start with a small series!! These fics are based off of my favorite dramas that fit each txt member. I don’t know exactly when they will release but the Taehyun fic will definitely come out first bc I’m really excited abt it!! I’m thinking like 1-2 weeks. If you want to support me, like and repost bc it really helps!! Pls look forward to the first fic bc I can say with full certainty it will NOT disappoint ‼️‼️im really excited to start the year fresh and try something new!!

© Sweetsoobie 2025 | Do not repost, translate, or take my works from this platform. Please and thank you.

[azzifuddfanpage]

Hey so like can you make a fic of azzi annoying paige while she on instagram,(like poking her, repeating her name) and then paige is just giggling and ignoring her and then when azzi keeps doing it paige like pins her down to the bed and asks her what she wants and azzi just laughs then says she wants her attention so paige gives her it and so on. PLEASE

Distracted

———— hiii sorry for not writing i haven’t felt very motivated! Pls give me feedback, and thank you for the prompt🫶🫶

2.1k words

themes: girlfriends/ fluff/ smut

tw: smut/ swearing

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Azzi has never been much of a “screenager” as some might say. She definitely enjoys a good scroll every now and then, but she could think of a million different things she would rather be doing than going on her phone when she is with her friends. ESPECIALLY Paige. 

After 30 minutes of mindless scrolling Azzi had finally had enough. 

Azzi was lying angled at the side of her bed, her legs draped across Paige's stomach. 

Paige was scrolling on Instagram as well, brushing Azzi’s legs with her fingers gently. 

Azzi sat up a little so she could have a better view of Paige. 

She sighed dramatically as Paige didn’t seem to pay much attention.

“Paigeeee” she whined, sitting up and moving her legs so she could move closer to Paige.

“Hm?” Paige replied not looking up, only making Azzi’s lips turn into a pout.

“Watcha doin?” She said curiously inching her fingers over along the bed until they reached Paige's arm. 

“KK’s gonna go live, she wants me to join.” Paige said, clicking on her phone as she sees the notification.

“Hey girly pop!” KK’s voice echoes through the room.

“Oh paige request to join” kk continued, seeing paige show up in the chat.

Azzi flopped back against the wall defeatedly.

She was never gonna get Paige's attention now.

——

10 minutes later Paige was still live, and no sign of leaving anytime soon.

“I’m gonna go take a shower” Azzi says softly, only for Paige's voice to hear. 

She needs to figure out a way to get Paige’s attention. 

——

When she gets back to the room, she didn’t bring her clothes to change into.

As she crept back into the room quietly, she saw paige’s eyes drift to her body outlined in the towel. 

Azzi smirked, now we’re talking.

She walked over to the closet that was directly next to the bed, turning her head to make sure paige was looking at her.

When they made eye contact paige immediately regained her focus on the live to whatever kk was saying, pretending to still be interested, and not distracted by the pretty brunette in front of her.

Paige starts to respond to one of the comments, while Azzi turns back around to the closet and lets her towel drop, smiling to herself.

She can hear the shift in Paige's voice, her breath catching in her throat and eyes almost bulging out of her head at the sight of her curvy backside and muscular back.

“Uhmmmm” paige trails off watching as Azzi bends over to grab some of her pj shorts from the bottom drawer. 

She instantly feels a wetness grow between her thighs as she sees azzis pussy on display, her pink clit peeking through her tan folds. 

“Sorry- I uh- lost my train of thought.” Paige mumbles embarrassed as she turns away from Azzi’s view trying to maintain her focus. 

Azzi’s smirk grows seeing Paige get flustered. 

She slides on her shorts and shirt and crawls back onto the bed, out of view of Paige's camera. 

Paige looks down at her and gives her an irritated look.

If paige still wasn’t going to give Azzi attention like the princess she was, Azzi was going to have to get it herself.

She started at her feet, sliding her socks off one at a time. Looking up at Paige's startled face.

She then begins to slowly move her fingers up the legs of her sweatpants, stopping at the waist band. 

Before Paige can shove her away, Azzi moves up to her phone and tilts it so it is only showing her upper half. She then moves her fingers around the waistband, and slides them down Paige's legs.

Paige immediately crosses her legs embarrassed.

Azzi tries to pry them open, giggling as Paige was beginning to have a hard time holding back her smile as Azzi started tickling her. 

“Uh Kk it looks like I have to go, my uhm- phone is gonna die.” Paige says stifling her laughter.

“Isn’t that a charger next to you-“ kk starts, but her voice is cut off as Paige throws her phone to the side and catches Azzi’s hand mid tickle. 

She grabs her other hand, turning Azzi around and holding her by her wrists, her hands “cuffing” her behind her back. 

“What do you want, Azzi? Why are you being such a brat right now?” Paige says through her teeth into Azzi’s ear. 

Azzi shudders at her breath. 

“I just want your attention baby. I want it so bad.” Azzi practically moans as Paige's hands go up and tilt her head back so her neck is angled against Paige's shoulder. 

Paige's fingers wrap around Azzi’s chin, pulling it towards her so she can attach their lips. 

She places a wet sloppy kiss on her lip, running her tongue against Azzi’s bottom lip and biting down and pulling on it gently.

“You have it now princess.” Paige said roughly as her lips hovered over Azzi’s.

Azzi now was able to wiggle out from her grip, and create a distance from her and paige. 

“I want you so bad… I need you now.” Paige smirks as Azzi’s needy voice fills the air.

“I’m all yours baby.” Paige says as she reaches forward and pulls Azzi’s shirt over her head. 

Azzi’s perky tits drop from her shirt bouncing as Paige flips her so she is laying on the bed and Paige is now straddling her.

“Love these titties baby.” Paige said massaging them with her fingers.

Azzi moans at her touch, her eyes closing as Paige leans forward and sucks one of her nipples into her mouth. 

Paige is now hovering over Azzi, she lets go of Azzi’s nipples now, and crawls forward so her core is hovering over Azzi’s abs. 

Azzi can feel Paige's slick against her stomach as paige starts grinding against her, letting out soft moans at the friction.

“Damn this wet already.” Azzi teases, giggling as Paige replies with a breathy moan. 

Azzi reaches her hands up and tugs at her panties.

“Want them off p” Azzi whines, needing to feel the skin to skin contact. 

“Whatever you want princess” Paige says, sliding them off and lowering herself back down so she can continue to grind down on Azzi’s stomach.

The pressure on her lower tummy makes Azzi’s heart drop and the wetness between her legs grow.

Azzi attaches her hands to Paige's hips to help create more friction between the two. 

Paige quickens her pace, speeding up so she is rubbing against her more aggressively now, her juices spilling onto Azzi’s stomach. 

Azzi could come just at the sight of her like this. 

“You’re so perfect baby, fuck.” Azzi says as she can’t tear her eyes away from Paige's perfect body.

Paige lets out another long moan, and Azzi reaches forward and grabs her shirt pulling it over her head so Paige was completely nude. 

Azzi reaches up and grabs Paige's small perky tits and massages them, rubbing her pink nipple under her finger. 

The added stimulus triggers a response in Paige, she moans some more from the added touch. 

She leans forward attaching her lips to Azzi’s as she continues to grind back and forth her tongue battling against Azzi’s. 

Azzi swallowed her moans as they kissed, moving her hand down from her chest and down to Paige's clit to help her.

With a few swipes of her finger she could feel Paige's legs starting to twitch, and her moans became more choppy. 

“Azzi fuck right there.” Paige groaned, now hovering over her abs letting Azzi’s fingers do all the work on her clit.

Azzi sped up letting Paige's moans cue her motions.

She slid two fingers into her tight pussy, thrusting them in and out as Paige was struggling to keep herself up. 

Before she knew it Paige was yelling her name and her cum was flowing out of her and onto Azzi’s stomach.

“That’s it baby let it out, give it to me” Azzi said as she slipped her fingers out of her letting more of  Paige's white juices spill out into her, contrasting with the tan of her stomach. 

“Holy fuck” paige moaned, leaning onto Azzi to catch her breath.

Azzi was completely satisfied with herself for getting what she wanted. She knew Paige wasn’t able to resist her.

“Don’t think you aren’t getting punished for your behavior earlier.” Paige teased.

“Bro you’re gross.” Azzi laughed, shoving her face.

Paige smirked but pulled down Azzi’s shorts, immediately unveiling her glistening cunt

“Wow no panties either, just begging to be fucked aren’t you.” Paige teased as she ran her fingers through her folds.

Azzi let out a gasp as Paige settled on her clit rubbing small tight figure eights on it. 

Azzi’s moans grew as Paige's speed increased.

She started to feel her walls begin to tighten already, craving more pressure. 

She began to thrust her hips towards Paige's fingers, desperate to get more contact.

Paige pulled away confidently, smirking as Azzi’s pussy clenched around nothing.

“Please baby.. i'm sorry” she moaned as she began to move her fingers down, desperate to please herself.

“Need you to touch me..” Azzi continued.

“Wow getting me off got you this horny huh” paige said as she leaned into her, pressing her lips to her neck and licking along her jawline.

“Mhm” Azzi said, nodding eyes big and needy.

Paige began to continue kissing her, her knee pushing into Azzi’s center. She started to rub it against her as she maneuvered her tongue into her mouth. 

Paige adjusted their position so now her knee was lower, and her pussy was hovering over Azzi’s.

Azzi looked up at her needily, craving to feel her pussy against hers.

With that the two girls began working to get closer to each other, connecting their pussies so they were just inches away from each other. 

Their shaky breaths filled the air, Paige pressed down, and started rubbing her clit grinding against Azzi’s. 

Azzi moaned loudly at the contact. 

“Fuck” she said as paige circled her hips over Azzi, pushing into her so their clits were smushed together.

“You feel so good baby.” Paige's eyes locked on Azzi as she lets out a moan at the friction between them.

Paige speeds up thrusting her pelvis into Azzi, moans leaving her body as their hips smash together. 

Paige can feel herself grow closer, and can hear Azzi’s whimpers speeding up, a sign she knew meant Azzi was close. 

Paige rocked into Azzi with more force, watching as Azzi’s tits bounced with the impact. 

“You’re so beautiful Az.” Paige's egged, moaning as she felt the wetness between them grow.

“I’m so close don’t stop.” Azzi groaned as her nails dug into Paige's back, begging for more pressure.

“Fuck me and too shit” paige groaned and felt her stomach tightening. 

The room was silent except for the signs of their moans and the squelching of their pussies rubbing against each other.

“I’m coming P. Oh my fuck.” Azzi yelped as her juices began to pour out of her mixing with paige’s as they fell onto the sheets below them.

“Holy fuck that was good.” Paige said as she lay down next to Azzi on the bed.

Azzi couldn’t even speak; she just let out a moan in agreement as she snuggled her head into Paige's shoulder, their naked bodies connecting again, covered in sweat and each other’s cum. 

Paige rubbed her hand up and down Azzi’s back knowing how easily she gets overstimulated when she receives. 

She listens as Azzi’s heaving breaths slow and she drifts off to sleep snuggled up against her. 

She looks so cute all fucked out, paige can’t help herself, but get up and grab her phone taking a picture of her. 

Smiling to herself as she captions it, “fucked tf out of her” and sends it to Azzi laughing quietly, and she saves it to her my eyes only. 

She crawls out of bed slowly, and runs to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth, cleaning herself off then returning to her room and gently wiping off Azzi’s skin, careful to not wake her.

She throws the towel into the hamper, and climbs back into her bed, not bothering to put clothes on and snuggling back into Azzi who subconsciously curled up into her side. 

The sound of Azzi’s breathing was like melatonin putting Paige off into a deep sleep. 

[aralezinspace]

Cuckoo you absolutely hit the nail on the head here. Adding my two cents which is mostly reiterating what you've already said with my own thoughts.

General disclaimer, I'm just a rando on the internet so take this all with a grain of salt and no I do not condone anything Neil has done and I hope he reaps every consequence he deserves.

It's definitely not like JKR. It's more like Stephen King. Everyone knows and acknowledges Stephen King is a fucked up person and has done bad things in his past, but damn if his books aren't good. He's also not using his money to actively campaign against minorities. Stephen King (and Mr. G) are flawed, fucked up humans like the rest of us, likely even more so. Now if you look at Stephen King as a person and decide not to engage with his works, awesome! You're allowed to do that, have fun storming the castle. If you decide to do the same with Mr. G, awesome, go nuts.

However, what seems more disturbing to me is the sort of parasocial relationship a lot of people have with him, and other celebrities too. Believe me, I understand the 'oh shit that could have easily been me' and feeling like this is a gross betrayal of trust. Believe me, I get that. However, for those of you/us who have never had personal contact with Mr. G (like me), or have never even been in the same room as him, some food for thought: why does this feel so personal?

I understand the hurt, the disappointment, the outrage, the massive ick feeling. Personally I thought he was better than this, and it's very disappointing to learn that he's not. But for those who feel personally betrayed, why? In the grand scheme of things, Neil doesn't owe you/us anything, leaving out the universal 'don't be a shit human.' He doesn't know that 99% of us exist, other than as icons on a screen, as numbers under a follower count. In the grand scheme of things, you burning his books isn't going to affect him, it's only going to affect you.

I guess what I"m saying is, don't be hasty. Let the strong feelings pass before making any emotionally charged decisions (not telling y'all what to do, just my two cents). But especially to those who get so much joy from his works, and feel like they now have to renounce everything he's done and that just doesn't feel right, take a minute before doing that. Think of who you're doing it for- your own conscience? The faceless mob on the internet? To spite Neil? Because if it's for the latter two reasons, I'm willing to bet the only person you'll be hurting or sticking it to is yourself.

Nothing in this world is 100% unproblematic, and letting the internet's ever shifting standards of what is 'okay' to enjoy dictate your life just sounds like a very miserable way to live. Letting the actions of celebrities who don't even know you exist dictate what you're allowed to enjoy also sounds like a very miserable way to live.

At the end of the day, I refuse to let the shitty decisions of one shitty man who doesn't even know I exist rule my life, and limit the things I derive joy from. I've been subjected to too many shitty decisions by too many shitty people that I actually know to have room for the shitty decisions of someone I don't know. There are so many ways to engage with his properties that don't give him money- engage in fandom, pirate stuff, borrow his stuff from your local library (we love supporting libraries!), buy unlicensed merch from Etsy, Redbubble, etc. Personally, I’m going to continue to write fic and watch the new season and engage with the fandom- there are too many stories I want to tell and too many awesome people I’ve met through fandom and to give all that up for one schmuck’s bad decision seems like a huge waste. Fan creators are not Mr. G, don't throw the fandom under the bus to spite the creator.

It is possible, and actually very achievable, to condemn the bad things he's done as a person, without setting a torch to everything good his works have done.

"Appropriate" responses to the Gaiman issue

TLDR: This isn't a Rowling situation, be wary of internalized purity culture.

He's a predator. I'm glad a proper journalist followed up where police have failed (and possibly given victims a better footing for future charges).

But I have a problem with the knee-jerk responses targeting the fandom.

Just to clarify, I'm not talking about insulting The Predator. This is about how you treat people who have/do/will enjoy the stories that unfortunately came into the world through his keyboard.

Fans aren't intrinsically evil/uncaring for continuing to participate in associated fandoms.

This is not another Rowling situation. Why? Let me clarify. The consequences of consumption are very different. Rowling is ACTIVELY using her popularity and income as a creative to target one of the most vulnerable minorities in the world. Buying official merch/books/movie tickets prove to the powers that be that she remains a good investment, so they'll give her even more money. This perpetuates the cycle - new movie/book deals, more income, more hate, rinse and repeat.

The push to avoid Rowling's work in full is driven by the fact that she has FACED NO CONSEQUENCES and is still powered by her creative properties. It's fandom/consumers trying to bring justice.

Gaiman, on the other hand, knew he was doing bad shit on some level because he kept his abuse hidden. His status and reputation let him get close to vulnerable fans and essentially intimidate authorities from going after a celebrity. He is FACING CONSEQUENCES. I would personally like to see criminal charges brought against him, but that's out of the fandom's hands. Things we could've influenced (his Disney deal appears to have gone to shit, he's been booted from the truncated final season of GO, and there's no news on Sandman 3) are already in motion. If his publisher doesn't drop him, I'd say avoiding his future works is beyond valid (I certainly wouldn't buy them). But I'm going to watch the new season of Sandman. And once I've taken time away, I'll probably finish my active fics.

"Judging" people who still enjoy his work stems from good intentions that grew out of the fetid ground of purity culture rhetoric.

Writing fanfic and enjoying shows that are already made do not make people soulless accomplices. The idea that unproblematic stories by saintly creators are the only things you're allowed to enjoy is not only flirting with censorship, but it's also impossible.

If you think people should have nothing to do with Gaiman's works, you better throw out anything Weinstein touched. That includes Jackson's LOTR trilogy, FYI. Also, anything his company officially produced (which still gives him money in some cases) should never, ever grace your screen. That includes some of the better Stephen King adaptations, The Orphanage (which was a breakthrough Spanish-language film in Western markets), The King's Speech, The Imitation Game, Woman in Gold, Paddington, and It Follows.

If you aren't willing to publicly announce your "disappointment" in anyone who continues to enjoy any of those films, then kicking up a fuss over how other people process and interact with problematic content from a fallen celebrity who is in the process of getting his dues is pure hypocrisy.

Personally, I'm maliciously complying with Gaiman's famous quote about how once a story is out there, it doesn't belong to the author anymore. Well said, Predator, these are mine now, and I shall fuck about with them as I see fit.

Attacking or snobbishly looking down your nose at the fandom also erases YEARS of beautiful critique and thoughtful exploration of existing, acknowledged problems in works like The Sandman.

People in these parts already know how to handle complex issues in complex pieces of media. Gaiman isn't our god. His canon is not our bible. He didn't teach us morality, as is apparently the case for a lot of people who grew up reading Rowling's works as a child.

If you have a problem with the censorship comment I made, I'd like to point out at least one writer friend is LEANING INTO the fandom as a way to process their own trauma. Suffice it to say they survived a very similar situation. They see it as empowering to take the stories away from the abuser and use the characters/settings to make something new.

I get the ick. I have it right now. But I'm not burning every copy of his work I own (full disclosure I have... *checks shelves* a copy of Neverwhere and The Sandman series). Doing so is totally valid, and if that helps you process and feel better - go for it!

But this is not the same as Rowling and the only ones you hurt by declaring your "judgement" is a complex group of individuals who are able to enjoy fiction, remain aware of potential social consequences, and found a place that doesn't align with your black/white morality.

With that said, judge away! I better not see any stories from Charles Dickens, anything in anyway associated with the Weinsteins, Nickelodeon shows, Charlie Chaplin references, or Francis Ford Coppola films touch your feed. If you scratch the surface, you'll find more things to judge others for enjoying, and they will inevitably find something to judge you for, too.

[quintessenceofdust88]

Hiii! Tsunami fic is so fucking good. How long do u think it's gonna be, like how many chapters do you plan? And if u still taking make me write's here🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

Hiiii anon! Thank you so so much! I was originally planning three chapters, but now it's leaning more towards four! And while it's going to be a full story on its own, I'm also planning a sequel that will probably be longer.

Yes, I am definitely still taking 'make me write's! Here are 20-ish sentences of tsunami for you! I hope ch. 2 will be finished and posted later today, so stay tuned for that!

And thank you so much for the ask, I'm lovin to see how much people are liking tsunami fic! - 🌊 (cont. from here)

“I… You don’t get it, man. I have to find her.” He says, his voice breaking, and Eddie feels for him, he truly does. He sits by the man’s side, and he eyes Eddie suspiciously; Eddie’s sure he knows exactly the kind of tactics that are used to calm down those who are about to have a breakdown, but he’ll try to apply them anyway. 

“What’s your name, man?” He asks, and the guy’s glare confirms to him that yes, he’s on to Eddie. 

“Look, don’t give me this ‘calm down’ crap, ok? I’m not a patient” He grumbles, and Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“Yes, you are, whether you like it or not. You hit your head pretty hard out there, dude. You won’t be any help to your niece if you pass out in the street while looking for her” Eddie reasons, and the man crosses his arms, but doesn’t argue, because he probably knows Eddie’s right. “Now, if you give me your name and your station, we can try and get some of your guys to look for her”

“It’s Deluca. I’m with the 122” He grumbles begrudgingly. “And what’s your station?”

Eddie is about to answer that he’s with the 118 when Deluca widens his eyes as if he’s seen a ghost, the little color that he’s gotten back leaving his cheeks. Eddie follows his gaze to find a man frantically looking around, dressed in a plaid shirt and with eyes as desperate as Deluca’s. 

“Oh my God, why is he here?!” Deluca exclaims, and his tone is urgent. 

Eddie is on alert instantly, but he doesn’t have time to react anymore. The other guy has spotted them and is coming in their direction with quick and desperate steps. 

“Sal!” He exclaims, holding Deluca’s shoulders with a tight grip, looking at him intensely, his expression an uncanny mix of relief and despair. “Are you alright?! What happened?!”

“Tommy”, Deluca says desperately, his hand reaching out to grab the other man’s arm, his eyes filled with tears. “Tommy, listen to me, I am so sorry. We… S-she asked me to come to the pier, she w-wanted a unicorn! And then…”

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Frat au Gale and John at Gales initiation and Gale is blindfolded and John kisses him to help him calm down

So… this is where I confess I’ve actually been writing for the Frat Boy AU for real for real 😳😄

Having them kiss during initiation would change the timeline a bit but this is way too cute to not consider!!! Might just have to change up some stuff to make this happen 😈 This is not official official and liable to change if ever get to this part in writing this fic but have a little unedited initiation ceremony fluff 🥰

Gale exhaled shakily as John tied the blindfold into place.

Large hands engulfed his waist and squeezed reassuringly as John whispered soft and low in his ear, “don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you the whole time.”

Shoulder’s still firmly up by his ears, Gale curled his toes in his shoes and chewed on his lip. He was well aware that John had gotten special permission to walk him through and stay with him throughout the ceremony like the rest of the Bigs.

As Vice President, he was supposed to be up at the altar with Jack. Gale almost felt guilty about keeping him from his duties as VP, but he didn’t think he would have gotten through the ceremony if Ev was the one guiding him.

Nothing against Ev. Gale was just nauseatingly nervous about messing something up, even after six weeks of preparation.

“I won’t let you trip Buck,” John insisted. His warm breath puffing out over Gale’s ear left goosebumps trailing down his neck and arms and just made him even more tense. “And if you forget the words to the prayer or pledge, just move your mouth and I’ll whisper them for you.”

Gale had to bite his lip against a smile at the silly image it conjured of him being a puppet and John the ventriloquist.

“Hold on tight to your candle, I’m about to light it,” John told him.

One hand left Gale’s waist, the other sliding to rest at the small of his back. He nearly flinched at the snick of the lighter, but feeling the all encompassing heat of John’s body pressed against his and having the scent of his cologne wash over him as he leaned forward to light Gale’s candle kept him still and at least partially calm.

“Okay, we’re up next,” John told him, and moved his hands to Gale’s shoulders to shuffle them forward.

Gale’s muscles locked up and John bumped into him, clearly not expecting Gale to freeze like that. John’s hands fell back to his waist, squeezing as nudged his nose against Gale’s cheek.

“Hey, hey, hey,” John crooned, breath hitting the corner of Gale’s mouth and forcing a shiver out of him. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here, Ev tripped and fell during his initiation and they still let him in and even made him treasurer now. You’re definitely gonna do better than that because I’m right here with you.”

Gale opened his mouth to protest that there were still a million other ways things could go wrong but his voice died in his throat and he pressed his shoulder back against John’s chest.

“Here, let me just -”

John cut himself off, grabbing Gale’s chin and pulled him into a soft kiss. Gale melted against John’s chest, fighting his desire to turn around and fully give in to the pull of John’s orbit.

He was never going to get used to kissing John. It had only been a couple of days since their first kiss but Gale knew he was never going to stop being enamored with the way John’s lips felt against his.

John moaned, low and deep into the kiss. Quiet and eager. He nudged their noses together before tilting Gale’s face and licking at the seam of Gale’s lips. Gale parted his lips, sighing into the kiss as John deepened the kiss into something obscene for the setting.

“John Clarence Egan, put your tongue back in your own mouth, this is serious business here,” Alex laughed from behind them.

Gale flushed, pulling away and cringing at the way their lips smacked as they parted. John huffed in amusement, breath puffing out across Gale’s swollen lips.

“‘M right here,” John breathed and Gale nodded.

Inhaling sharply, Gale righted himself and steeled himself for the ceremony as he heard the door open in front of them. John’s kiss had left him loose limbed and mind soaring too high in the clouds to worry about messing him.

Nothing else mattered if John was with him.

[evilovesyou]

2025 TBR 📚

@haztobegood and @lululawrence tagged me to share the books I hope to read this year! 🩷 some of your picks have definitely made it to my list but i am limiting this to books I already own or have ordered

The last couple years I've really been slacking on my reading so I'm once again fighting to get to my goal of 12 books for the year. (I was two short in 2024 and I don't even want to talk about 2023...)

BOOKS THAT ARE CURRENTLY ON MY NIGHTSTAND

I'm technically listening to the audio book of Percy Jackson, but I will still count it on my night stand 😅 I Iike listening to Percy Jackson while walking. I found this amazing girl who read all of them on youtube and she's been walking with me for a couple years. I started reading LOTR in German in autmn and I do like it, but it feels like something I need a bit more brain power for than other things maybe. And I recently started reading The Book of Doors and I find it very intruiging so far, though I think you can tell it's the author's first publication at some points.

BOOKS THAT I WANT TO READ AGAIN

I want to read Fourth Wing and Iron Flame again before I get into the new Onyx Storm! I had to message a bookshop that specialises in English language books to try and get a full set of them that match at least in size LOL (the copies I read first stayed with my ex)

BOOKS THAT I HAVE HAD FOR AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT OF TIME WITHOUT FINISHING/READING THEM

You can see the book marks in Mythos and Stone Blind and I actually cannot tell you why I haven’t finished either of them. Stephen Fry maybe takes more attention than I can dedicate at the end of a long day but I’ve been reading that book for almost 3 years and I adore it. Pageboy I got for my birthday a couple years ago and it has been staring at me ever since. Same with the bottom one. I wanted it so bad because it’s a collection of fairytales retold in a more inclusive/feminist way and it’s by Hungarian authors which hits so many different spots for me. But I have been so bad about reading in Hungarian it’s actually embarrassing.

BOOKS THAT I ALREADY OWN THAT I AM EXCITED TO READ

From the top down, I listened to A Room Of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf a while ago and I liked her writing so I thought I should maybe give another one a go. The Color Purple seems like a book I would enjoy and that smart people have read so I picked it up. 😅 @fadeintolight recommended I Who Have Never Known Men (I think??? Pls tell me I’m remembering this correctly lol) so that one also ended up in my basket during some bookshop escapade. And the last two I also got for my birthday this year and my friends said they’re really good so I will sink my teeth into another series this year probably.

The attentive reader may have noticed that this is way more than 12 books but alas I have always been ambitious (some might even say ambitchous).

Tagging @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed because you’ve been plowing through books like nobody’s business. @fadeintolight because I wanna know how that book club is going! @chaotic-bells because you’ve read over a million words of fic already so I’m sure you have some books you wanna dive into as well! @fallinglikethis because you’re always reading.

Also @whatagreatproblemtohave @asmicarus @ddeerr @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @reminiscingintherain and @hazzabeeforlou because I wanna know what you’re all up to 🩷

[the-way-astray]

lyrical breakdown . . .

(Verse 1)

There once was a boy from a series for kids

Fan favorite, created as comic relief

exactly!!!! he was created as comic relief!!!! actually he wasn’t even supposed to exist, but. anyway why did shannon give him the legacy plotline . . . please . . . go back to when he was just a side character . . .

But there was a girl who didn’t find him comedic

Her name was Stria, his name was Keefe

accurate.

(Verse 2)

So let’s just say for this song they’re the same age

And either she’s fictional too or he’s real

he should be real so i can put him in the very real dirt

And Stria for some reason is her given name

lmfaoooo i have definitely explained this one. it comes from astray, like my username. astray -> astrya -> strya -> stria . . . we ignore that it means stretch marks. i did not know that

Just wait for what their story will make you feel

hopefully unadulterated rage. that's what it's making me feel

(Chorus)

An unlikely couple

Hatred to love

LOVE IS CRAZY . . . and yes we are unlikely. in fact we are extinct

She was nothing to him

Now she’s more than enough

keefe would not give two shits about me . . . i would be nothing to him. actually

She thought he was toxic

i still think that. actually

Now she understands

One must always follow

What their heart commands

MY HEART IS COMMANDING ME TO HATE KEEFE IRWIN SENCEN

(Verse 3)

She wrote a whole rant about everything wrong

With how he would talk and the way that he’d act

this is correct. almost the only part of this song that isn't slanderous lies

The day they met she said she was right all along

Told him off and rolled her eyes when he said he felt “attacked”

how did we meet in the song's lore . . . and okay keefe. feel attacked. see if i care. in fact this should encourage you to consider staying away . . .

(Verse 4)

But Keefe had this thing where he hated himself

He was going through it, that much was for sure

pro keefe propaganda in a strieefe song? fork found in kitchen . . . *stops myself from ranting about how i don't care if keefe is going through it, he still faces no consequ-*

He thought long and hard about Stria’s words well

Decided she was right and he should thank her

are we talking about the same keefe. i think you may be singing about a different keefe than i am

(Chorus)

An unlikely couple

Hatred to friends

i love how the first chorus goes "hatred to love" and then decides to dial it down a notch with "hatred to friends" in the second one

He was nothing to her

CORRECT!!!! RAHHHH!!!!

We’ll see how it ends

this song's ending is slander and lies. don't listen to it

She thought he was toxic

But she’s soon to understand

One must always follow

What their heart commands

KILLING KEEFE MAIMING KEEFE BITING KEEFE EXPLODING KEEFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Verse 5)

Stria couldn’t believe he would own his mistakes

yeah there's no way i'm believing that because it didn't happen

But he swore he got it and promised to change

. . . did he though. did he really . . .

She didn’t believe it and thought it was fake

it probably is. waiting for the other shoe to drop (it will, trust) (don't listen to katie's propaganda, this song is leaving some stuff out)

He took in stride, which Stria thought was strange

he would never . . .

(Verse 6)

Alayda watched from the sidelines and was grinning

yeah, sounds like her

And Katie (that’s me, I’m Katie) took notes furiously

and then warped and skewed the notes beyond repair and put them into rhyming verses and sang it in a song. but i guess that's too long of a line to include

Alayda said, “Katie it looks like we’re winning”

alayda is also a traitor to the sokeefe nation. in case anyone cares

But I ship him with Sophie, so I said “who’s we??”

YOU LITERALLY ADMITTED TO WRITING A STRIEEFE FIC AND YOU WROTE THIS STRIEEFE SONG DON'T PRETEND YOU AREN'T A TRAITOR TO THE SOKEEFE NATION

(Chorus)

An unlikely couple

Hatred to something

"something" is still hatred. hope this helps

He was nothing to her

Now he’s surely more than nothing

actually, he's less than nothing

She thought he was toxic

But soon she’ll understand

One must always follow

What their heart commands

my heart is commanding me to beat katie up with a shoe. and i still think he's toxic

(Verse 7)

Keefe day by day proved he meant what he said

. . . what version of keefe is this song about????

And Stria rethought the whole rant that she’d made

rethinking some parts, but definitely not the entire thing

She said “fine okay, I guess we can be friends”

i hate his sense of humor i would never be able to get along with him

He wanted more than that and asked for a date

can i please leave now

(Verse 8)

She said before they could be something more

She had a condition, he must be okay

i would never consider this. this is stria slander

With sharing her eternally with four times four

Just like the amount of letters in his name

THIS SEEMS LIKE A WELL-INTENTIONED SIXTEEN MENTION BUT IT'S JUST AN EXCUSE TO BRING UP THE FACT THAT SHANNON HATES ME AND WANTS ME DEAD AND MADE KEEFE'S MIDDLE NAME HAVE FIVE LETTERS SO THAT HIS FULL NAME HAS SIXTEEN LETTERS THIS IS KATIE MANIPULATION I'M NOT CRAZY

(Chorus)

And he said yes!

he could never live up the the very high bar that my true love, the number sixteen, has set

An unlikely couple

Hatred to love

THIS VERSION IS BACK

Just him and sixteen

Now that’s more than enough

just sixteen is more than enough. sixteen and keefe is less than enough

She thought he was toxic

Now she understands

One must always follow

What their heart commands

my heart is commanding me to elope with sixteen and leave keefe in the dirt

*ridiculous electric guitar solo by Katie’s brother*

the best part of the song. also you forgot some key lyrics. here, i'll fix it for you

*katie laughing*

okay, that's enough of that

i agree. that's enough of strieefe for a lifetime

As promised, 8-verse song about strieefe!

featuring my brother at the end 😭😭

For those who don’t know the joke, Stria @the-way-astray HAAAATES Keefe Sencen. So naturally it’s a ship! And after this memories post happened, well, I had no choice!

LYRICS UNDER THE CUT

(Verse 1)

There once was a boy from a series for kids

Fan favorite, created as comic relief

But there was a girl who didn’t find him comedic

Her name was Stria, his name was Keefe

(Verse 2)

So let’s just say for this song they’re the same age

And either she’s fictional too or he’s real

And Stria for some reason is her given name

Just wait for what their story will make you feel

(Chorus)

An unlikely couple

Hatred to love

She was nothing to him

Now she’s more than enough

She thought he was toxic

Now she understands

One must always follow

What their heart commands

(Verse 3)

She wrote a whole rant about everything wrong

With how he would talk and the way that he’d act

The day they met she said she was right all along

Told him off and rolled her eyes when he said he felt “attacked”

(Verse 4)

But Keefe had this thing where he hated himself

He was going through it, that much was for sure

He thought long and hard about Stria’s words well

Decided she was right and he should thank her

(Chorus)

An unlikely couple

Hatred to friends

He was nothing to her

We’ll see how it ends

She thought he was toxic

But she’s soon to understand

One must always follow

What their heart commands

(Verse 5)

Stria couldn’t believe he would own his mistakes

But he swore he got it and promised to change

She didn’t believe it and thought it was fake

He took in stride, which Stria thought was strange

(Verse 6)

Alayda watched from the sidelines and was grinning

And Katie (that’s me, I’m Katie) took notes furiously

Alayda said, “Katie it looks like we’re winning”

But I ship him with Sophie, so I said “who’s we??”

(Chorus)

An unlikely couple

Hatred to something

He was nothing to her

Now he’s surely more than nothing

She thought he was toxic

But soon she’ll understand

One must always follow

What their heart commands

(Verse 7)

Keefe day by day proved he meant what he said

And Stria rethought the whole rant that she’d made

She said “fine okay, I guess we can be friends”

He wanted more than that and asked for a date

(Verse 8)

She said before they could be something more

She had a condition, he must be okay

With sharing her eternally with four times four

Just like the amount of letters in his name

(Chorus)

And he said yes!

An unlikely couple

Hatred to love

Just him and sixteen

Now that’s more than enough

She thought he was toxic

Now she understands

One must always follow

What their heart commands

An unlikely couple

Hatred to love

She was nothing to him

Now she’s more than enough

She thought he was toxic

Now she understands

One must always follow

What their heart commands

One must always follow

What their heart commands

*ridiculous electric guitar solo by Katie’s brother*

If you made it this far, congrats! Check out my serious kotlc songs by looking up #kotlc songs or #original music on my blog!! Or not. You could always just judge my musical abilities forever and ever by this recording of me making Stria angry, which, okay, valid.

@the-way-astray @alaydabug2 @thishumanformislimiting @worldsunlikemyown @permanently-stressed @lisalovesapplesauce @jeannefostergoriot

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

One of my favorite bits of tickles is the playing with fear. So so scared of the big mean Ler, and then they tickle you to pieces and you laugh and you’re Safe.

It’s even more fun if you get to run away at some point, and then are threatened with More Tickles.

All the adrenaline builds up and you get So Much More sensitive, and the fear breaks down any inhibitions, you just squeal and shriek with every new tickle.

Even more, if you’re playing with safe words, so you can say plenty of ‘no not there!’ ‘I can’t handle it!’ ‘It tickles too much!’ ‘Please, it tickles!’ As you desperately try to squirm away, but the Ler just smirks mercilessly and laughs at your cute desperation.

Just let me beg, and run, and squirm, and make me all afraid of just little ticklies~ And then Definitely tease about how you’re barely even doing anything.

[fridayiminlovemp3]

that weird ass fucking lifetime christmas movie that’s thinly veiled fan fiction about taylor swift and travis kelce makes me so uncomfortable like that is FREAK behaviour, making that a real movie is FREAK BEHAVIOUR. i can’t even watch the trailer for it it just freaks me out

[starbuck]

every time i message someone about ravenous i’m like “are they ready for the conversation about how Boyd and Ives are possessed by ghosts?” and the answer is always “no,” but it’s “yes” in my heart…

[seventh-district]

.

[reliablejoukido]

Someone just gave me a shit sandwich comment on a fic and it’s like… don’t do this. Don’t do this to me and don’t do it to other people.

[nat1nonsense]

I wrote this long before Ashton and Fearne became A Thing, pinky promise!!

This old fic of mine has been getting a lot more attention lately, which is odd considering I posted it a year and a half ago, but I’m not gonna complain!! I’m still very proud of this one honestly, it’s by no means perfect and there are plenty of things I would change if I had written this more recently, but even still, for a 6.6k word, almost entirely fluff, fanfic? It does it’s job well, and I’m proud of it

Anyway. I’m reposting it again because it’s been getting a lot more attention. If it continues to get more and more attention, maybe I’ll start writing and posting again <3

[limirint]

I think that pacing is truly the most frustrating part of my writing process. I crave a slow burn!!!! But how slow should I make it? Should it even be burning yet? Maybe I should write an exposition about the matches first, that way I can lead into the flame— no don’t leave stick with me

[redjukebox]

Me @ my brain: cmon man we gootta focus on this school shit and we gotta do all these things to ensure we’re good for the next quarter and we literally cannot be late or we’re so screwed and we reeeaally have to make an appointment like we’ve had to for the past 3 months pleeeaasee

My brain: ok but like what if Tick Tock constantly feels the need to move around, whether it’s moving his ears, tail, tapping his hoof, or even just talking to make sure that he still can?? Like bro was paralyzed and literally could not move AT ALL for at LEAST a year (at the very VERY least) like that must’ve done SOOOO MUCH DAMAGE OH MY GOD HE LITERALLY COULD NOOOT MOOVE BRO HE WAS 12

[bi-bats]

Jason’s first thought — around the incredibly loud siren noise in his brain — is that Tim is too tall. He thinks it in the weird way that a person sometimes thinks a single rational thought in the middle of losing their mind, but still. Jason is certain that he’s an inch or two taller than he should be.

Taller-Tim frowns at the device in his hand, his eyes pinching in the corners. He shakes the thing once, twice, then taps it against his palm a few times, like maybe there’s something stuck in it.

“Damn it,” he mumbles, placing a hand on his hip.

“Tim?” Jason asks, his voice cracking right down the middle as the name slides out with the air that was stuck in his chest.

Tim’s head snaps up to look at him, and his face does something complicated. Not the kind of complicated that Jason is used to. Or, was used to. Before. Back when Tim was around to do things like look at Jason. Back when Tim was alive—

Nope. He hasn’t let himself think that for four months and he isn’t about to start now.

Especially not when Tim is looking at him.

(Look I know that the @ficwip word game wednesday thing is supposed to be one line but I’m physically incapable of sharing one line out of context. Something something my loss is your gain)