#I'm likely writing a little fic to go with it but also it's like 9pm here so I wanted to at least get this posted

[castielafflicted]

fucking Sjonnie 1k event <3 I turned my cat into Castiel. I will be taking no further questions.

[otherone12]

Hi, I'm obsessed with the way you write your stories and I'd like to ask for a request, it's the first time I've done one but I love your stories. I'd like to ask you for one about basement gee x reader (the plot doesn't matter) but I'd like something smut (of course one where both are of legal age) but I'd like to see gerard as someone who is geeky and is in love (somewhat sickly) with the reader

I'm sorry if it's weird, and also English is not my first language so I'm sorry if the wording of the message is bad.

I’m Awkward, Not Dangerous!

Basement!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

Hi!!! Omg, I'm glad you like my fics <3 !!! And also thanks for requesting!! I really loved the idea!! Well, I tried to make his nerdy side very visible, mainly by making him very weird in terms of social relationships and some geek references along in the story. Ngl, I had to write this one like three times, 'cause was never good enought, but I think it's nice now lol. I hope you like it! (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) )

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! )

Summary: It suppoused to be another day, but things turned a different when Gerard invite you to watch a movie in his basement, let's just say he REALLY likes you, and you discovered this in the creepy way possible. (I'm terrible at writing summaries)

- Word Count: 3.000

- Warnings: afab SMUT, awkward gerard.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n���

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

School sucks, our senior year was supposed to be a little funnier, right? Unfortunately, that's not what's happening, but it's infinitely better when they're with me.

Sometimes we spent entire periods outside the classroom, just chatting about anything and listening to our favorite bands, while we smoke behind the bleachers.

This was another one of those afternoons, where one less math lesson didn't make any difference, and it seemed much more interesting to hear Frank make jokes about someone's clothes. Followed by Mikey update us on the latest gigs in town, or Ray making insightful comments on every topic that comes up.

Sometimes, Gerard talks about the backstories of the heroes he created, so we spend hours thinking of outfits and some scenes that might be cool. Is really cute when he gets all excited talking about things he likes.

After a while, the conversation starts to wind down. Frank is scrolling through his phone, muttering something about needing to practice with his band. Mikey checks the time and mentions that his work shift was going to start. Ray says he has to study for some test he has tomorrow, and heads out first, leaving the rest of us behind with a lazy wave.

- Guess that’s it for me, folks. - Frank said, getting up - if I miss one more essay they'll look for another guitarist.

- I think I'll go too - Mikey stubbed out his cigarette and picked up his backpack, making his way to the video store - but I'll probably be home by 9pm… maybe later if Pete and I go drink something after the shift.

Within minutes, it’s just Gerard and I.

He’s sitting a little awkwardly, tucking strands of hair behind the ear, like he’s waiting for the right moment to say something. It’s sweet how shy he gets sometimes, especially when the others aren’t around to drown out the silence. There’s always something a little different about him when it’s just the two of us.

- So, uh…- He cleared his throat. - Do you... wanna come over? I was gonna watch that new horror movie I told you about. The really bad one with the cheesy practical effects…

His voice was low, and he blinked with his beautiful hazel eyes, pleading. After a few seconds, he gave a shy, hopeful smile.

- I mean, only if you’re not busy or anything…

- Nope, I’m totally free. - I smiled at him, excited to watch the movie with him.

The walk to Gerard’s house is filled with easy conversation. He talks about the movie, rambling about the director’s other films, his company was really nice, actually. Every now and then, my shoulder brushes his, and I swear I catch him glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Wasn’t something bothering, but it’s kinda… weird?

When we finally reach Gerard’s place, he fumbled with his keys at the front door, a little too eager.

- My parents aren’t home… - He said, being a bit surprised - Well, I'm gonna fix the things in my room in the basement… Can you wait a minute?

he scratched the back of his neck, apparently nervous, so I let out a smile in an attempt to comfort him. I understand that since we hadn't arranged it beforehand, he didn't have time to prepare or anything.

- Sure!

- I’ll be right back - Gerard rushed to his basement, and I stayed in the living room of Way’s house.

Looking around, I saw family pictures, some paints on the wall, books, a pretty carpet… It was a pretty house. Wasn’t long before Gerard returned from the basement, nodding and beckoning me to follow.

Wasn’t the first time I went to his basement, but I was never alone with him.

It’s cluttered but cozy, just like the other times: comics spread out on his bed, action figures on shelves, and posters of old movies plastered along the walls. His bed was covered with a batman sheet, and he gestures toward it with an awkward smile.

- Make yourself comfortable. - Again, he rushed away, going to the kitchen - I’ll grab drinks.

I sat down, noticing the little details scattered everywhere. He even has a stack of DVDs, just waiting to be watched. It’s easy to see how much of himself Gerard has poured into this space, and somehow, that makes it feel intimate.

He came back with two cans of soda, handing me one as he flops onto the bed beside me. His knee bumped into mine, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed play on the remote, the movie starting with a dramatic, over-the-top horror intro.

As the lights dim and the movie flickers to life, I notice Gerard sneaking a glance my way. It’s quick, like he’s checking to see if I’m still there or if I’ve evaporated into thin air. He shifted in his seat, awkwardly pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands.

I tried to focus on the screen, I really do, but out of nowhere, his hand brushes against mine. It was kind of an accidental touch, my heart raced, but I didn’t move it.

After some seconds of just the sound of the movie filling the room, Gerard cleaned his throat and took a deep breath, like he was trying to take courage to say something.

- Y’know… - I turned my attention to him - I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.

I Glance at him, and he’s looking at the TV like he’s afraid it might explode if he makes eye contact with me.

- Do what? - I asked, trying not to sound as jittery as I feel.

- Uh... spend time with just you. - He scratched the back of his neck, and his gaze moved from the tv to me.

I didn’t know what to say, so I defaulted to my nervous habit, fiddling with my bracelet, twisting it around my wrist like it holds the answer to every awkward situation. Gerard noticed, of course, because apparently, he has a PhD in Me Studies.

- You don’t have to be nervous, sugar.

“Sugar”? He never called me that way before. But he kept talking, like it wasn’t a big deal. I did not protest, I actually kinda liked it.

- You always mess with that bracelet when you’re nervous. - He said like it was something obvious - It’s... kinda cute.

I shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, only to realize: Gerard isn’t watching the movie. He’s watching me. And he’s terrible at being subtle about it.

Before I can process what’s happening, he slips his hand into mine, like a middle-schooler figuring out how to hold hands for the first time. His palm is warm, a little sweaty, okay, a lot of sweat, but weirdly... I didn’t mind.

It wasn't as if I didn't like him, maybe I really liked him too, I'd just never thought about it before. Back to the movie, my mind was filled with a million other things to think about, so I couldn't even focus on looking at the screen. My gaze traveled around the room, but something caught my eye: a small, familiar notebook lying half-tucked beneath a pile of DVDs on the coffee table really close to his bed.

The same notebook Gerard always carries with him at school, the one he’s always scribbling in during lunch or between classes. I couldn’t help myself to take advantage of Gerard's distraction, and I flipped it open. 

My eyes went wide and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was inside that notebook. Pages and pages of photos of me. Some printed, others cut out from old Polaroids. All of them are candid shots, taken without my knowledge. There’s one of me smoking behind the bleachers, another of me laughing with Mikey, and several from school, walking to class, sitting at my desk, leaning against my locker.

Each one is accompanied by small, scribbled notes in Gerard’s messy handwriting. Things like “She looks so pretty here.” or “I wish this was just the two of us.” … Along with sketches of portraits, pieces of comics that meant something in our “relationship”. There were sketches of us together, drawn in different comic styles, one of us as Jedi, another as superheroes, and even one as cartoon vampires, all accompanied by little speech bubbles with inside jokes.

Every page flipped, I got even more shocked about the large amount of content he has there. Things from years ago, and the last things were from the last days.

- Hey... What are you looking at? - His voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it now, a note of panic creeping in.

I glance up to see Gerard frozen in place, his hazel eyes wide with fear as he notices the notebook in your hands.

- W-where did you…? - He mumbled, turning bright red, embarrassed - Uh... I can explain! Wait, no, I mean- don't freak out... It’s... okay, it looks bad, but it’s not that bad.

He let go from my hand and got up, rubbing his hands together nervously. he began to pant, and his countenance indicated that he was desperately looking for an excuse.

- Well, it is exactly what it looks like! - I yell, turning back to the notebook, still shocked, analyzing every page.

He turned around, rubbing one of his hands over his face in a messy motion. Before long, he began to walk around the room in circles, while his shaky voice continued to speak.

- Oh God, I’m gonna die. Yep. This is how I die. - he murmured to himself, before facing me again - Just bury me under these comics.

Before i could say anything, he blurts:

- Okay, look… it’s not like I’m a total creep, okay? I-I just... thought you looked cool... like, really cool, and, um - The words rushed out of his mouth, as if he had stopped thinking and was just throwing anything to ease the situation -… okay, I might have taken some pictures without asking… b-but it’s not like ‘weird’ weird! It’s... more... uh... admiration?

I couldn't hide my look of confusion. At the same time as I wanted to get out of there, I didn't want to. It was obviously strange, but at the same time it was adorable the way he noticed me. The things he wrote in that notebook said so much more than I could have imagined he felt. Not giving me time to think about what to say, he kept going.

- I thought, y'know, maybe if I... cataloged- no, wait, bad word… uh, recorded...? - He groans - I swear I sound less creepy in my head.

- Look, I was gonna tell you... - He insists, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. - I mean, not like this, obviously. 

He catched my confused expression and groans again.

-Ugh, you probably think I’m a total loser now.

The more he spoke, the less frightening the situation became and the cuter he seemed to me. So I stood up, in a failed attempt to calm him down, but the result was the complete opposite.

- Wait! Please don’t go. I-I know this is... a lot. But I promise I’m not some psycho. - He pauses, then adds, - Like, I’m awkward, not dangerous! 

I don't know where that feeling came from. Maybe it's always been there. I wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him that it was fine, that I knew he wasn’t a psycho. 

 - Okay, okay! I know I’m weird, but... don’t leave me hanging here. Please. I really... like you. - the statement caught me off guard. it's not as if it wasn't obvious, but I wasn't prepared.  -  Like, more than I ever thought possible.

The way he looks at me, a perfect mix of nervous wreck and hopeful puppy is strangely endearing. Something about his awkward honesty makes it impossible to walk away. So I finally react, letting a grin escape from the corner of my lip. 

- You’re such a dork, Gee. - I chuckled, and his eyes opened wide.

- W-wait, does that mean…? - A confused happiness made Gerard freeze and look directly at me. 

-Yeah. - I approached him, smiling and rolling my eyes - I think I like you too, you idiot.

-Oh my God… - his hazel eyes glowed and a huge smile formed in his pink lips - this is like one of those rom-coms where the nerd actually wins?!

I shook my head, laughing at his words. He’s still red-faced and fumbling, but it’s clear now: he’s just a lovable, geeky mess who adores me in his own awkward way.

- No pressure or anything, but, uh... If we were in a romance movie, this would be the part where the two leads kiss.

I chuckled and my lips reached his. The warm sensation filled my body, the kiss was sloppy and desperate, felt like something he was holding for too long, something he couldn’t deal with anymore. His hands held my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He let out a soft moan and pulled back only to whisper:

- This feels like... you know... that scene in Return of the Jedi when-

- Gerard, - I interrupted, laughing. - Less Star Wars and more kissing, please.

- Right, yeah, sorry. - He turned bright red.

Gerard catched my lips again, deeper this time, with a bit more confidence. His hand slid to my waist, thumb brushing lazy circles against my skin, and his tongue explored my mouth, while he laid me down on his bed. His lips trailing down to my neck, scattering kisses that made my whole body buzz.

-You smell amazing. Like... that forest level in that one game. You know, the one where…

He trailed off, realizing how silly it sounded, but the look on his face was too earnest to be embarrassed.

- You are such a dork. - I laughed again, running my fingers through his messy hair. 

- Yeah, but I’m your dork, - he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along my collarbone.

His touch was gentle but hungry, as if each kiss, each brush of his fingers, was an apology for all the moments he’d spent longing for this. 

When he slid his hands under my shirt, he paused, looking at me with wide, nervous eyes. 

- Is this... okay? - he asked, shyly. The insecurity in his tone of voice was adorable, no more so than the sparkle in his eyes as he saw me give him a nod, lifting my arms so he could pull the shirt over my head. His gaze lingered on me, admiration glowing in his eyes. - Wow... You’re so -

- Gerard.-  I touched his face, guiding him back down for another kiss. - You’re doing fine.

He smiled, clearly relieved, and kissed me again, this time more eagerly. His hands, still trembling slightly, found their way to the button of my jeans. He fumbled for a moment, biting his lip in concentration. 

Once my jeans were off, he took a moment to just look at me, his hands resting on my hips as if grounding himself. 

- I don’t want to mess this up -  he whispered. 

- You’re not messing anything up, Gee..- i calmed him, brushing a thumb over his flushed cheek - Just... keep going

That was all the encouragement he needed. He kissed me again, his hands moving with a little more certainty now, sliding beneath my bra to touch bare skin. I gasped, arching into his touch, and he let out a shaky breath, somewhere between a moan and a laugh.

When he finally got out of his clothes, struggling with his belt in the process,

 -  Stupid thing… -  he muttered  flustered and I couldn't stop smiling. 

He was trying so hard, and there was something endearing about how eager yet unsure he was.

He kissed me again, slower this time, savoring the moment as his hands trailed down to my thighs, spreading them gently. His boxers were the last to go, and when I felt him against me, the heat between us became impossible to ignore.

- I’ve dreamed about this, - Gerard admitted breathlessly, kissing the side of my neck. - About you... For so long.

I felt my body react to him instinctively, desire building with every brush of his skin against mine. When he paused, hovering just at the edge, his eyes searched mine one last time.

- Is this okay? -  he whispered, his voice low and full of both need and vulnerability.

- Yes,-  I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. - I want this, Gee.

And then, with a slow, careful thrust, his cock was inside me. I gasped, gripping his hair as my body adjusted to the sensation. The burn was sweet and overwhelming.

He started moving, hesitant at first, like he was still learning how to sync with me. But every time I moaned his name, he seemed to gain a little more confidence, his rhythm becoming more certain, more desperate.

The heat between us grew, the room filled with soft gasps and whispered encouragement. His hands roamed my body, one settling on my waist, the other cradling my face as if I were something precious. As deeper he was coming I felt the tension coil in my stomach, tighter and tighter, until I was teetering right on the edge. 

- I’m close…

- Do it, sugar, - he panted, his voice thick with need. - Cum for me.

With a final thrust, the pleasure crashed over me like a wave. I clenched around him, clinging to him, nails digging into his back as I moaned his name, lost in the intensity of it.

Gerard groaned, his movements faltering as he reached his own release. The warmth of the ropes of his cum filling me up pushed me deeper into my own bliss, and we stayed like that, tangled together, catching our breath.

He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder, his body still trembling slightly. 

- Wow… -  he whispered, sounding both dazed and amazed. - That was... better than any dream I’ve ever had.

I laughed softly, brushing damp hair from his forehead. 

- Yeah. Way better.

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~ sooo, that's it! Let me know if you liked! :)

[anystalker707]

Tea at 9pm

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Words: ~ 4 100 Summary: You're not aware the cook had feelings for you. Tags: babygirl sanji / wholesome relationship / reader is a writer who keeps a journal with the crew's adventures / extremely fluffy ending

a/n: comfort fic once again lmao i had an existential crisis

MASTERLIST

          If anyone asked what you did, it would feel like you were just a minor part of the crew, presumptuous, even, but things were different when they saw you actually get in action. In the first place, you wrote. You were a writer, author of some great novels that spreaded across the Grand Line, and secondly, you now were a Strawhat who kept a log of the crew’s adventures and fought when needed. The day Luffy recruited you was still fresh in your mind.

"So you’re a writer? You wrote all of this?" Luffy had asked thoughtfully with a hand on his chin as he eyed the piles of books. "Riiight... I need someone to write it down when I become the King of the Pirates! The news’ people always tell things wrong! Come with us!"

A smile traced your lips as you shook your head, now working on the illustration of the last island you'd been to, adding details and a little color. Sure wasn't the best drawing, but you still wanted to keep some sort of reminder from the lovely place.

The soft knock on the door came as it usually did, religiously, and there wasn't even the need for an answer before the door swung open. The click of shoes against the ground resonated through the small office-bedroom as he approached you and finally set the tray on the free space of the desk. Your and his cups were filled with hot tea as they were every night, the flavor declared by the strong smell that came along with the steam escaping from the drink.

"A lot of work today?" Sanji asked you as he took a seat on the armchair, crossing his legs.

"Not really." You shook your head. "We've been in the open sea for a couple of days already, so I'm just updating some old stuff." The drawing you showed him had been finished earlier, already properly inked and depicting part of the crew interacting at the island.

Sanji raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded, a smile decorating his face. "Does it still give you time to work on your personal stuff, though?" He took the unlit cigarette off between his lips and slipped it back into its case that belonged to the pocket on the inside of his blazer, which he ended up taking off and folding to leave it across the armchair’s arm.

“Sort of.” You shrugged a little. “I use a lot of my free time to work on it. It only gets difficult to manage when we’re down to things like when in Spypiea, Sabaody or Marineford. Even afterwards, I still need a couple of weeks to organize everything, interview you guys and stuff. We genuinely go through a lot of stuff, and you only realize it’s that much when you need to register it all down!” You chuckled a little, throwing your arms above yourself to stretch with a soft sigh. “My priority is to keep the crew’s log, though!”

“Oh? Not your career?”

“Of course not!” You shook your head. “You guys are wonderful people who once saved me and now we take care of each other. I can’t let you die—all of this die—without the story being properly told. It’s a great responsibility to keep a record of the adventures...” The words trailed off until you were lost in your thoughts instead, but you just shook your head and closed the few books you had opened after you marked all the pages, leaving untouched only the one that had the drying watercolor. Carefully, you took the still warm cup in hand, inhaling the sweet and rich smell of the tea. “Fruit?”

“Something from that island, but a fruit, indeed,” he justified, momentarily standing up so he could also get his tea. “I haven’t tried it yet, thought it would be best for the both of us to have it together. It’s important to me.”

“What if it’s bad?” You joked,  turning your chair so you could face him.

“Then we throw it out the window and you write down how terrible it was so we never try it again!” He clicks his tongue in a feigned annoyance that has both of you laughing until forced to fall quiet to finally try the drink. “Well, I actually like it! You?”

You took a sip of the tea, giving yourself a moment to analyze the taste. “Good! Still not better than my favorite, but it’s still something!” The comment brought a grin to Sanji’s face as both of you shared a look.

Silence filled the room again quite comfortably, allowing you to hear the waves crashing outside. You took a look out the window and then at the clock on the table. “Who’s on the night watch today?” It’d been a while since you last left your room, probably only having done so for dinner during the last hours because Sanji wouldn’t leave you alone otherwise.

“That’s me!” His voice didn’t carry the same excitement as his face did as he looked into the cup.

“Want some company?” You offered. “I’m always up until late messing with my things, either—”

“Don’t think about it!” Sanji shook his free hand as he took a sip of the tea. “You had to wake up early today and take care of your writing this whole time, so you better have a good night of sleep! I know how those can be tiring! Mentally tiring!”

“Sanji!” You furrowed your eyebrows with a pout, but ended up just rolling your eyes once he shot you a glare, compelling him to snicker. A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned back on the chair. “I just wanted to keep you company. I want to show you some story ideas along with some drawings! Your night watch wouldn’t be so boring.”

“As much as I like your company, your rest comes first. I promise I’ll come check out all of that stuff tomorrow, okay? Besides, keep that night energy for when it’s your turn for the night watch!” Sanji lectured you despite the unfazed look you shot him before rolling your eyes—it was almost as if you weren’t the one who would take care of him during the night, either telling him to go to bed already when he cooked until too late or throwing a blanket over his shoulders because he fell asleep in the galley.

You were the first one to finish the drink, putting your empty cup away and wetting the watercolor again until Sanji stood up and placed his cup back on the tray as well.

“Don’t forget to go to sleep,” Sanji said, his face a few inches away from yours as he bent down with a hand on the back of the chair. “I’ll come here and put you to sleep if I notice you’re awake!”

“It’s not happening,” you promised him with a smile.

“Great!” Sanji wrapped an arm around your shoulders in a hug you awkwardly returned as you could, with a hand on his shoulder whilst leaning into his touch. He took the tray in hand so he could leave, wishing you a good night. His blazer was still on the armchair; you shook your head with a chuckle.

The next day, Sanji was still awake when you had breakfast. You quietly observed him swooning over Robin and Nami despite how tired he was, but your attention was on catching up with Luffy, Chopper, Franky, Brook and Usopp. Most of the day, you were locked in your office, reading in the library or drawing one of the tables on the desk, so they wouldn’t lose the opportunity of talking with you during the meals to know what you’d done so far. They loved to see the drawings of themselves, no matter how they were, always bugging you to take a look at something even on days you took off to yourself, so it was easy to spent the morning with them and later talk with Robin and Nami as well, not forgetting to go up to the Crow’s Nest for at least a few minutes to spot Zoro on a rep or two while chatting.

A little after lunch, Sanji knocked on your room’s door. “Hell, I’m really tired!”

You glanced away from your papers to see him kick off his shoes before collapsing on your bed face-first, grabbing one of the pillows to rest his head on, sort of hugging it. “Did you take a nap? You left your blazer here last night, by the way!”

“Oh, so that’s where it was this whole time, thank you! And no! I ended up preparing breakfast during the night then prepared lunch after breakfast was served,” he explained, muffled by the pillow until he turned his head to face you.

“Should’ve tried to get some sleep.” You sighed, dipping your pen in ink again.

“It’s not like that,” he groaned. “I left some food ready just in case, though, just so I can rest now. I thought I’d come talk to you first since I promised.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at the cook, pausing so you could ruffle his hair, which made him close his eyes for a moment. “Nonsense. You could’ve just gone to sleep, I’d understand it! You don’t need to sacrifice yourself.”

“Shhh, I promised.” Sanji narrowed his eyes a little. “Tell me, what did you want to show me?”

“Right... First of all, I had some retouches on the drawings I’d made for Sabaody, so I wanted you to take a look at them to make sure I’m not forgetting anything,” you mumbled while you flipped to the pages where the drawings were and handed the book to him. Through time, your chat grew slower, with sporadic and distant answers coming from Sanji until you looked at him and noticed he was actually asleep. The sight made a small smile stretch your lips before you went back to working quietly as always.

A knock on the door pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked back to see Nami’s head peeking him from the slightly-open door. “Hey, (y/n), have you seen—” She looked around for a little and fell silent.

“Seen what?”

“Actually, nevermind!” She shot you a smile. “Sorry for interrupting!”

“No worries!” You smiled, waving as she quietly closed the door once again.

          The new island was filled with casinos, clubs, markets and stores with the most peculiar things that had a great part of the crew voting to stay for longer than a day since there weren’t any worries that tied you down to dates or time. Usopp, Sanji, Nami and Robin seemed excited about a particular club after you took a look at it while getting to know the city, so they invited you and Brook and it was almost impossible to refuse; you easily found yourself getting ready in front of the mirror before you left to go wait for the others with Nami and Usopp. Sanji was the last to show up, covering Nami and Robin with compliments that they already learned not to give much attention to, instead already moving to leave the ship.

“You’re looking extra good today, (y/n)!” Nami smiled, hooking her arm with yours and discreetly distancing from the rest of the group with you. “Trying to catch someone’s attention?”

“Maybe?” You chuckled. “It’s been a while since we last stopped at such a nice island, so I thought a one-night thing isn’t gonna hurt!”

Nami blinked a couple of times. “One-night thing?”

“No new crewmates!” You shook your head, contributing more to Nami’s confused look, which you also didn’t quite understand.

She hummed, looking away for a long moment. “Um, and Sanji?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well...” She breathed and shrugged a little, about to say something when she was hit on the back of the head by something and it was enough for her mood to change completely. Her teeth were gritted and eyes practically white while a vein popped on her temple as she slowly looked back to see the three men stand there quietly, pale, ready for the shouting that promptly came from her along with hits. Robin brought a hand to her mouth as she chuckled, and you sweatdropped, continuing to walk.

The night was long. You’d drunk, not a lot to do things you regretted, but enough to rather easily accept hanging out with people you’d just met, exploring the city and talking bullshit.

“Just a little longer,” the girl said as she waved at you and the two other people that trailed behind, carefully walking through the woods until you made it to a rock on top of a mountain. “It’s gonna be there.” She pointed to a spot behind the mountains of another island in the distance, where it was already lighter and it did seem like the sun would start rising in a few minutes, just as she had promised.

Even with little to help, the four of you made yourselves comfortable on the cold rock; you used one of the guys’ sweatshirt as a makeshift pillow, observing the sky quietly while they talked with each other. Despite the alcohol still in your system, what made you groggy was mostly the lack of sleep.

“Hey,” the girl said as she lay down next to you, on her side, holding herself up with an elbow. “Do you... Okay, I won’t waste time. Can I kiss you?”

You almost choked on your spit, your cheeks immediately growing warm at the question that sent your thoughts racing. At first, all you could do was sputter half words, unable to connect thoughts, until she chuckled and you decided to take a deep breath. “Okay, so, um... I’m... Well, not right now. Actually, I like someone else, a lot. I can’t picture myself kissing another person.”

“Oh. That sucks,” she sighed. “You look really nice, but I don’t think you’re staying around for long, anyways. Say more, though. Tell me about who you like.”

The time your cheeks heated up again was for another reason, with a softer feeling stirring in your chest. “He’s... I think he doesn’t like me, y’know? He’s a real flirt, but not with me. I feel like we are just great friends and it ends there. We are really close, but not the sort of close I wish it were.”

“Did you even tell him you like him?” She raised an eyebrow and you shook your head. “You should!”

“I don’t want it to hurt.” You smiled a little, but without humor.

She furrowed her eyebrows a little as if she understood your situation. “Well, maybe hurting is not a bad thing. It makes you stronger, and it would make you free to kiss other people!” She started to chuckle at the same time you did so, shaking your head a little.

          You had a hand over your brow line to keep a shadow over your eyes while your shoes hung from your other hand when you returned to the ship later that same day, already tired and feeling like you’d never get back to Sunny, feeling as if you’d been run over a thousand times. All you could do once you arrived back to the ship was to sleep, only waking up again when it was already late in the afternoon, mumbling something about something being different in your bedroom before you could go for a shower.

“Whoa, look at who’s alive!” Usopp announced once you walked out to the deck, attracting a lot of pairs of eyes to you.

“Good night?” Zoro teased with a chuckle. “Even forgot you had a home!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you took a seat at a table with Robin. “Shut up, Zoro, you don’t even know how to get home by yourself!”

Given how you’d practically slept all day long, you decided to change turns with Robin and take the night watch for the day. It was a nice, warm night, so you didn’t bother staying outside with your books, illustrating the island during the night. It felt like something was missing, still. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at the galley’s direction. There was no tea that night.

Brook took over the nightwatch halfway through the night, allowing you to sleep and wake up at a reasonable hour in the morning. Nami was the first person you ran into once you left your room, happy for finally feeling well after partying all night a day before. “Nami!”

“Oi, (y/n)!” She smiled as she approached you. “Good morning!”

“Morning!” You smiled in return. “Have you seen Sanji? He didn’t bring me tea yesterday. Actually, I didn’t see him at all, now that I think about it.”

Nami’s face fell in a way you didn’t really like, almost taking a step back as you watched her. “Hm, you see...” She sighed, with a hand on her hip. “You didn’t come back to the ship that night, so he was worried. He even tidied up your room so you didn’t need to do anything when you arrived.”

“Right...? Explains a lot.”

“And he thought you were with someone else. Like, hooking up.”

“I wasn’t but...” You shrugged. “What’s up with that?”

The expression across Nami’s face was the same as when she had seen Luffy let himself fall for Usopp’s lies for the first time. “That made him feel bad.”

“Sanji and I aren’t something, Nami.” You furrowed your eyebrows, reminded of the talk you had with the island’s residents that night.

Nami seemed as if she would explode. “Well, maybe he wishes there were?”

“I—”

“(Y/n), Sanji likes you!” She just gave up with a sigh, taking a quick look around before she continued. “He adores you! He doesn’t flirt with people anymore, he just compliments and does things for them because he’s always believed he needed to, mainly to women! Still, he doesn’t make tea for everyone, every night! He doesn’t stay up until late for anyone or makes them company during the night! I’ve never seen Sanji leave his clothes anywhere else rather than in the male quarters! Besides, he keeps one of your novels and a picture with you under his pillow! I saw it!”

That was a lot to take in. You didn’t know Sanji treated you differently in that sense, in the first place, let alone know that he liked you. It made sense now that you thought about it, of course, because he wouldn’t be spending the same amount of time with the others as well if he was there making you company for most of the day. Some nights, he would be there asleep on your bed while you worked on your books.

“Sorry,” Nami exhaled. “I really didn’t want it all to fall upon you suddenly like this, but you needed to know it already! Sanji doesn’t deserve this! Either reject him already or take care of him. He deserves someone to love him.”

You quickly nodded. “I know.”

Not a lot needed to be said. There wasn’t a lot to be said. You looked at Nami a last time before you walked right back into your room, taking a deep sigh as her words still echoed through your mind, each of them connected to a memory you held and you couldn’t help but to feel a weight in your chest—Sanji must’ve felt terrible when he noticed you disappeared at the club after you refused to dance with him so you could leave with your new friends. It would be easy to fix, at least theoretically, because your stomach churned at the thought of facing Sanji right now.

Your morning wasn’t a lot different from the others, locked in your room and staring at a white page, but the purpose of your writing was different this time. Your feelings were going to be spilled, bleeded all over a page without any filter or restriction because they needed to be understood so no one would be hurt anymore. In the end, it was beautifully folded and with Sanji written in your gold ink while sealed with wax.

Sanji was serving breakfast and chatting around, out on the deck—you double checked—when you sneaked into the galley and left the paper in a safe place, where you knew he’d find it. Hell, it was pathetic. You needed to declare your feelings through a little letter because you didn’t have the guts to face the guy yourself after unintentionally hurting his feelings. In your defense, writing was the best thing you could do.

At the same time it was relieving, you could feel anxiety bubbling under your skin. The situation would slip away from your mind at times, but at others, you felt like Sanji would show up out of sudden saying that you were going crazy. Hopefully not.

When it was night, however, the knock finally came, as it always had done before, without missing a single day, for months straight. You tensed up this time, letting him walk in and watching the tray be placed on the free space of your desk—you didn’t even know when it became instinctive to leave that side clear for the tray. Aside from the mugs, this time, there was a bite-sized sweet as well, your favorite.

“I read it.” Sanji’s voice was small, practically vulnerable. His hand was shaking when it retreated from the tray.

“Sanji—”

“I’m sorry I just concluded things!” He cut in quickly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning on your chair, but he didn’t meet your eyes, instead looking at the ground. “No, you did nothing wrong! I should’ve paid more attention, I just... I wasn’t communicative enough as well...” You couldn’t find the right words, express the right things, so you took a pause, standing up. He didn’t take a step back when you approached. “I’m sorry, Sanji. Don’t leave me, please. Nami helped me realize things. Sorry for the time we lost.”

Sanji was almost in the same state, with thoughts roaming around his mind without order, but lacking the courage to be voiced, though he knew he couldn’t lose the opportunity—he couldn’t lose you. “(Y/n).”

“I love you, Sanji. I know I’ve told you this before, but now I mean it in another way.”

Sanji’s face was impossibly red. His hand twitched as he reached out to you; it was as if you two were sparkles searching for each other, looking for the right time to go off, which happened exactly when you took his hand in his and let him pull you closer in a tight hug.

“I love you,” he mumbled in response, and it almost felt as if you’d explode, with your heart skipping beats and fluttering in your chest, not even knowing what it does.

It was a relief, really. A relief and a sea of happiness simultaneously because your doubts and anguishes were extinguished at the same time you were finally able to do what you’ve longed for for so long. You let your nose brush against his before your lips met. The taste and smell of tobacco was undeniable, but it still didn’t erase the fact his lips were soft, returning the care and want that you felt for him.

Sanji seemed giddy, blushing and flustered, but also excited to the point he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. He pulled you with him to sit down on the bed and took a look at you, grinning wide before taking your hands in his; he left kisses all over your knuckles then did the same over your face, needing to pause to smile because of how you giggled, and your lips were pressed together again.

You had to place a hand on his chest so you were able to pull away, climbing on the bed properly to push him down and straddle his hips, taking a moment to observe him look at you with wide eyes. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered, still feeling your heart beat strongly in your chest. Sanji’s cheeks felt warm against your palms when you cupped his face, caressing his cheeks and carefully brushing his bangs away from his face; he swallowed dryly, but never stopped you, hands placed over yours softly. “I love you, Sanji!”

Sanji’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times without saying anything until he finally said it once again. “I love you.” There wasn’t a ‘too’ because his love was independent of yours, he loved you and would do it even if you didn’t love him back. He grinned as the excitement bubbled up in his chest, making him feel all giddy again, in a way it was even hard to contain himself when you leaned in for a kiss once more.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[prince-liest]

Ok so I know you haven't officially trans anyone's gender in any of your Hazbin fics, but I lowkey get really trans vibes from Alastor in most of your fics?

Idk, it's a little hard go explain but what really tipped me off was his... distaste? Disfavor? Aversion? To his "male body" in one of the 666 fics. (I think the line was something akin to "the male body being what it is" in reference to Alastor getting hard fairly quickly).

There's honestly a lot of interesting things to speculate in relation to how Alastor views his body. Especially with his relationship with touch, and how he initiates touch and how he actively dislikes it (depending on the person).

Not to mention his feelings regarding his non-human features. How he doesn't inherently dislike them for being what they are, or rather, that they're "abnormal", but more so that they're not what they're "supposed to be", and not "what he was before" (though I do think that his dislike of his deer features is linked to his dislike of how he died, being viewed as something so easy to be put down - an animal).

Which also relates to how dressed Alastor constantly is. How he shields away his body using clothing, a customizable thing that he takes great pride in making sure is up to his standards (notice how when his coat is damaged he immediately goes to get it fixed, even though the ends of his coat is already damaged. He seems to have very complex opinions on how, exactly, his coat is supposed to be damaged)

I do think that Alastor's preference to being so dressed is linked to his dislike of vulnerability, but I also think it's a very trans(tm) move, lol.

(And I also do think that his dislike of vulnerability is tied to his transness, kinda in a weird "chicken and egg" scenario.)

I find it really interesting how Alastor's true feelings are revealed by his shadow, a being that can transform to look different, is mostly hidden, and is internally mysterious. Idk, it's just very trans(tm) to me!

I also think that Alastor's transness is linked to how he views masculinity, how he seems to automatically like woman, while automatically disliking man. How this is also tied to his parents. I've noticed in your fics (and could be completely wrong about) that Alastor seems to relate femininity (and his mother) with "safety" (how he compares the gentle touch in your last fic with feeling like his mother and his like of jambalaya).

I'm not sure if I would say that Alastor is a trans woman, but I also wouldn't say he isn't. Overall I think he has a very complex view of gender, but it's definitely something he doesn't put a lot into. Which relates to him not knowing what asexuality is.

I have a lot more Alastor trans thoughts, but this ask is already getting pretty long so I'm just gonna cut it off here. I hope I made sense, and that you're comfortable with me speculating on a character you've written about gender. (Totally valid if you're not though! If so, then please disregard this ask!)

I'll take "asks that made me realize I'm out here accidentally writing a character as nonbinary" for 300, please! Please prepare yourself for the mistake of letting me have a keyboard and talk about gender after 9pm, so sorry to literally everybody else.

You're gonna get a real fuckin' kick out of the first bit of the next 666 that I'm gonna post tomorrow. ;) It's definitely the point where I finally acknowledged to myself that I have a strong urge to inject some genderfuckery into Alastor in the form of him continuing to use his thing with Vox to explore his own relationship with, like, existing in his own body, and then also threw those feelings all over Angel Dust like a fistful of glitter while I was at it.

Like you said, I wouldn't say that I've ended up writing him as a trans woman, but I think I have seen him from the start as a character who is not exactly cis in a wibbly-wobbly way I have not previously defined but that I think I would perhaps characterize as "gender: monster condescending to play at humanity."

I don't think he eschews masculinity entirely, for what it's worth. He definitely strikes me as a person who aligns himself with the image of a smiling gentleman (if a hellish one) as the proper way for a person like him to be, and for whom that is an important, comfortable, and satisfying part of both his identity and how he relates to both his female friends and to men. However, he also strikes me as someone for whom that part of his identity is what he shows the world on purpose, presented as he would like it to be seen, rather than as something that reflects his bodily preferences. To put it another way, if he'd been AFAB, I think he would put just as much into his presentation, just in the direction of femininity, and it wouldn't make him any more or less comfortable with himself.

You're right in that I've definitely written him with a faint distaste for the mundane physical reality of his body, and a lot of this comes through in how he alternates between short moments of fascination with what new things his body is doing as he explores it and decides whether or not he likes it, and his much longer moments of utter disregard for the same thing. It also extends to the rest of his mundane humanity, though: his physical limits, his adrenaline-rush of fear, etc. He values the coat, the cane, the reality-bending static, the smile - but whatever he sees in the mirror when he gets undressed or whatever doesn't function to his purposes, he can take or leave.

I see Alastor as someone who defines himself first and foremost as the radio demon: not a person, but a monster and an enigma. A voice and a personality. Everything else is more or less incidental, and he would prefer to keep it set aside, thank you. The occasional dysphoria isn't just about his sex, it's about the humanity of his body as a whole.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Will you be my Valentine? Sugar Day 5 Billy Loomis

Hi babies! Welcome to day 5! This one is going up a little later then usual since I no longer have fics written in advanced and am writing this one day of, also do keep in mind after this event I will be returning to regular fics and requests!

Notes: Minors DNI (You will be blocked idc), SFW, No specific descriptions of reader or specific pronouns used, if so they/them will be used unless sometimes otherwise specified.

"Billy you promised!" You screeched at him over the phone.

It was about 9pm the night before Valentine's day and Billy had promised you he would take you out. Yet here he was calling to tell you that he and Stu had something to do. You know what they had to do but when it came to that and Billy it was better not to argue.

"I know babe but this is the only night me and Stu have for this. It came up last minute I swear"

'Whatever Billy, go play serial killer with Stu and leave me alone"

You knew it was a low blow but you couldn't help it with how angry you were. You heard Billy's breathing hitch on the other end of the phone as if he wasn't expecting your reply. Before he could answer you, you added insult to injury and hung up the phone.

If Billy wanted to act like this, two could play at that game.

===================Time Skip======================

It was now closer to midnight and you hadn't heard from Billy since you had hung up on him. It wasn't a surprise or at all worrying though as whenever him and Stu went out there was no telling how long they would take.

Tonight also Billy was pissed at you, you were sure of. So there was no telling if you would even see Billy tonight. You were laying in bed replaying the events in your head when you heard a banging sound coming from your window.

You quickly got out of bed, not wanting it to wake anyone in the house up and headed over. You were met with Billy giving you a sour look as you opened the window.

"What are you doing here Billy?"

"You really think I'm going to let you talk to me that way and not come see you?"

"You all done with Stu then I take it?"

Billy rolled his eyes before fixing them on you.

"Look, I'm sorry ok? I couldn't help that we got the perfect opportunity to go through with the current victim tonight. Stu called as I was getting ready to come over and get you and I didn't really have a choice"

You didn't like being mad at Billy, and being in a relationship with him meant you had signed up for EVERYTHING Billy had to offer. Even if that meant the Ghostface side, but this wasn't the first time Ghostface had gotten in the way of your relationship.

"Billy. I understand that, but this isn't the first time you've blown me off entirely to go do stuff with Stu. I understand having to go to last minute things but I want you to at least try harder to make time for both me and you and Stu's...fun and games"

"You knew what you were getting into when we started dating. I made it perfectly clear to you who I was-"

"I know that Billy! I know what I signed up for but I at least thought you would try a little harder to at least give me a portion of your time. You always put Ghostface stuff over me"

You sat back down on the edge of your bed with your arms crossed. Billy sighed as he watched you pout before he sat down next to you.

"Look, I'm- I'm sorry alright? I'll admit I have been putting you out a lot lately, especially with how big Ghostface has been getting. You know I don't mean to treat you like that"

He put his arm gently around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. You put your head over his heart to be able to hear his heartbeat.

"I know Billy, i forgive you. I know you don't mean to but that doesn't make it hurt any less when you have to call off date nights to go do stuff with Stu"

Billy nodded in understanding as you spoke and you felt him sigh again before he spoke.

"Maybe I'll tell Stu we need to slow it down for a bit"

You looked up at him shocked. Was he serious? He would seriously tell Stu to slow down on Ghostface just for you?

"Billy you don't-"

"I know but I want to, Besides we need to slow down anyway. We've been doing too many at once and if we aren't careful we'll fuck around and get caught"

"That guy they found in the library bathroom was a close call"

This made both of you laugh as you thought of the time that you, Billy and Stu had to sprint through the woods to not get caught.

"Hey what about you and I go somewhere?"

"Billy it's midnight" "Yeah but that means it's also officially Valentine's day so why not start early?"

"Where would we even go? Everywhere is closed by now"

"Who says we have to go somewhere in town? Why don't we go to our spot in the woods?"

You grinned ear to ear at Billy. Your spot in the woods was a giant rock by a creek that the two of you had found back in freshman year right after you had start dating. The two of you went there for each special occasion an every time Billy felt like skipping school.

"Oh Billy I'd love too"

Billy grinned before standing and grabbing your hand to tug him along with you. As you both made your way out of the window into the crisp night air you had two realizations.

One was that you loved Billy Loomis and two was that at this point you could barely remember why you were even mad in the first place.

[cowboybarzy]

New Year’s Surprise

this is written for @bitchinbarzal for @antoineroussel winter fic exchange ‘23! I saw you write a lot about families and stuff yourself and since I’ve never done that I thought I would try it!! I hope you like it :)

I definitely love the idea of daddy barz so if you want to see more of it lmk I have plenty more ideas!!

mat barzal x reader

word count: 1.6k

"3... 2... 1... Happy New Year!"

You, your husband, Mat, and your three little kids shouted excitedly while throwing some gold confetti in the air. You went to hug your children and husband, taking your baby girl out of his arms and kissing her chubby cheeks. She was a little over one and was losing her baby like features so you made sure to cherish them as much as possible.

"I want cake now!," your middle child, a little boy practically an exact copy of his father, demanded after the confetti had settled and your dance party was over.

"Me, too, buddy," Mat answered with a grin and made his way towards your dining room table, where you had set out some desert for your family to enjoy. Your two sons clung to his legs, laughing uncontrollably, as Mat tugged them along. Seeing this, your daughter whined, throwing her arms up wanting to be apart of this crazy show. And Mat, not being able to deny his daughter anything, stopped to turn and take her back in his arms.

"Giving them sugar right now is probably not the best idea," you said, trying to get your children to sit in their chairs somewhat quietly so they could choose which desert they want. But they were already screaming at you what they wanted, changing their minds every few seconds. "Good luck," you laughed at your parents in-law who came to visit to celebrate the new year and we're going to watch them for the night while you and Mat got a rare night out.

Tonight was in fact New Year's Eve, but it wasn't the new year just yet, there were still a few hours left. Mat's team was throwing a New Year's party and you desperately wanted to go, but you also wanted to celebrate with your kids so you came up with a plan. Since your kids couldn't tell time yet, you set a clock fast and pretend it was midnight and therefore the new year when it was actually only 9pm. This way, your kids wouldn't have to stay up so late but still felt special celebrating as a family. So you threw them a little party, dressed everyone up and had a little dance party.

"Alright, I'm gonna put her to bed and then we can go," your husband said, while gently stroking your daughters back who was slowly falling asleep on him. You pressed a few kisses to her cheeks, saying goodnight to her, before he walked her up to her bedroom. Your boys were up next to get ready for bed, so you walked them up as well and got them changed into their pjs and watched them brush their teeth. They begged to watch a movie before bed, and though you always scolded your husband for not being able to say no to your children, you often had the same trouble, so you gave in and settled them on the living room couch with their grandparents.

While they were arguing over what movie to watch, you touched up your makeup and got your purse ready to go. Mat came back just as you were finishing up, so you both said your goodbyes to the boys. After lots of hugs, kisses, and promises that you would only be gone for a little while, you finally made it out of the house and into the car.

"Ready to par-tay, Mama?," Mat asked in a silly voice while turning the music up.

"Always, with my favorite dancing partner." He returned the smile and brought your hand up to his mouth to give it a soft kiss. But your smile quickly faded when a wave of nausea hit you.

"What's wrong?," Mat quickly asked, noticing your change in mood.

"I don't know, I don't feel so good. My stomach."

"Are you gonna throw up? Do you want me to pull over?" You shook your head no, but opened the window to get some fresh air. It helped a little and so you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, hoping the nausea would go away. "Are you getting sick? You didn't feel good this morning either."

"I don't know, I don't really feel sick besides this." You couldn't talk much more during the ride, but it was short anyway and you made it to your destination in a few minutes. The team had rented out a bar for the party that could accommodate most of the team and some additional friends. You weren't the first ones to arrive so you were greeted by a bunch of your friends when you entered.

"Ok, let's get you some water." Mat put his arm around you and guided you to the bar to order you a glass of water. "Do you want something to eat, too?"

"No, I had too much for dinner. That's probably why I don't feel good." While yes you had eaten more for dinner than you normally do, but you worked hard in the kitchen all day so you wanted to have a bit of everything. Probably a mistake. "But I already feel better."

"You sure? Let me know if you want to go home though." You nodded and leaned into his hug after taking a few chugs of your water.

"(Y/n)!" You heard your name from across the room from the girls waving you over. Mat let you go with a chuckle and turned to find someone to talk to.

"Water? Are you serious?," Emma, your best friend and Mat's best friend's wife, called out shaking her head.

"I don't feel so good right now, maybe later." You got a curious or suspicious stare back from her and some of the other girls, but you didn't think anything of it and started a new conversation.

The night went on with lots of conversations and dancing and of course drinking, which you didn't participate in. You had ordered a drink but after two sips it just didn't feel right so you handed it off to someone else who gladly accepted. For the countdown to midnight you found your husband who securely tightened his arm around you.

"3...2...1! Happy New Year!" You shouted for the second time and quickly fell into embrace with Mat. He kissed you a lot harder than he had earlier with your family around, but everyone else in this room was doing the same so you didn't care. You kissed him back equally as passionate, never wanting that moment to end.

"I'm so happy I got to spend another year with you. Let's make this another good one," Mat said after breaking your kiss.

"Me too. I love you." You kissed him again, but this one was kept short because your friends interrupting to wish you a happy new year.

"Shots? Shots!" One of the other girls suggested a little while later. But the thought of any alcohol made your stomach hurl and a wave of nausea hit you again, so you declined.

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"What? No!," you were quick to reply, but paused right after you said it. Now that she mentioned it, you had been experiencing a few pregnancy symptoms you had previously attributed to stress or being sick. You also hadn't gotten your period in a long time, but since you only had your last baby a year ago, it wasn't surprising that your period was irregular. You and Mat had agreed this last baby would be the last and hadn't been trying to have a baby, so the thought of you being pregnant had not crossed your mind at all. Emma gave you a suspicious look, but got the girls to drop the subject. The entire rest of the night you couldn't shake the thought of being pregnant and just wanted to go home and take a test. Thankfully, Mat didn't want to stay much longer either so by 1:30am you were both home again. You went to check on your boys first, who shared a room, but couldn't find them in their beds. You had an idea where they were though. You stopped in your daughters bedroom, too, who unfortunately woke up when Mat pressed a kiss to her forehead. After some hugs, her sleepy eyes and whiny cries convinced you to take her with you to your bed, where your two boys were already spread out.

Mat placed your daughter in bed and quickly changed to lie down next to her. You however went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and take your makeup off, but your first action was to take a pregnancy test. You nervously waited for the test to tell you the results, so you busied yourself with your nightly routine. You didn't tell Mat yet, no need to worry him in case the test was negative.

Done with your lotion, you flipped the test with shaking hands. Positive. Positive. Oh crap. You stared at it for a few minutes, expecting to freak out or cry or break down, but instead... you laughed. You had one horny husband, that's for sure. And after three kids, the thought of adding one more really didn't seem as scary now that it was reality.

You hid the test behind your back and stepped out of the bathroom. Both you husband and children were spread out across the bed not leaving any space for you. Although you were tired, it brought a smile to your face. "We have too many kids," Mat chuckled sleepily.

"Yeah," you agreed and then held up your positive pregnancy test in the air. "Wanna add another one?"

[danganronpa96]

who is your most favorite and least favorite character in dr 69 and dr 96 and why? And when we will see deadly life for ch. 5?

I'm going to answer this one now for the time-sensitive question becoming completely null and void very soon. Chapter 5 Deadly life will be posted tomorrow! If you want time specifics, we aim to have it out around 9PM GMT (that went for the daily, and hopefully will go for the trial as well).

Now, for the first question. I'd say my favourite character in DR69 has to be Miku, but Teto comes a close second to the point both are basically on the same pedestal lol. Look I'm a big vocaloid head, and I'm still very not so normal for MM!Miku sometimes

My least favourite, which is probably obvious to some, is Peter. I don't like le Family Man, and while I can appreciate his character in the early seasons, there's not much else positive I can say about that fella (still it was fun writing some of his jokes in the fic)

For DR96, my favourite is Hayasaka. Why? Maybe this image will help you:

But apply this to almost 3 years because that pathetic silly rabbit soaking wet cat of a man hasn't left my head and I hate it (affectionate)

Least favourite, however? Now that's a little hard since I do like everyone in this cast. Still, I guess I'll have to go for Walter? As in, I like everyone a little more than I do him. He's still funne though. But also he's a fucked up bastard in BreBa and no he isn't a sigma he's literally just some guy (who built a meth empire)

[doonarose]

Hello internet,

It's 10.30am Monday and I have not checked my work emails since about 9pm Friday. Which is insane, I haven't gone more than 24 hours checking work emails in years and years. What's slightly less insane, but surprising given the not-working, is I've also not really been online.

Saturday was the mad drive down to the city, picking up unexpectedly large karaoke equipment (like, the car was full of speakers and mixers and screens) and then dumping the dog at my parents, making my excuses, dumping my car at my sisters and then taking all the karaoke stuff to the venue in an uber. Then a frantic hour and a half to assemble and get working the karaoke plus laptops hotspotting off phones and playing sportsball highlights. All this for a surprise party my dad was both surprised by and very happy with. Ended up being a great night: I drank the correct excessive amount to loosen up but pay minimal price the next morning, no fights, and I was never actually dragged into doing the karaoke myself.

Yesterday was then a lot more chill but had to go back to the venue and dismantle everything. Mostly just sat around the fire and celebrated his actual birthday, watching more sportsball, and only had a couple of beers. But I also booked myself three nights in a cabin in the forest which I am heading off to in a few hours today!!

Like, actual proper holiday mode activated! This morning I'm back on fic-writing/wrangling duty and hoping that'll take like a duck to water for my little solo romantic writer's mid-week away... we shall see.

I do still need to take all the karaoke stuff back which will take an hour and a half... gonna do that in a minute. And then just chuck everything in my car and take a meandering trip to the cabin. It's only an hour away but I should stop and buy some food and wine on the trip.

Gonna be grand.

Did I mention I've got three whole weeks off work? And I'm NOT going to check emails at all? And also that I sent an absolutely scathing email detailing just how unsustainable and ruined my department is at the moment (uni sector is terrible, blah, blah, but internal surveys recently confirmed that my particular department is about 40% more shit than the university average; also we've lost eight staff in the last four years without any replacement and with increased workload/students... just laid that out and ask how the fuck they were gonna fix it...) pressed send and then logged out. Trying not to think too much about what I might be walking back into.

FOR NOW FIC AND THE WILDERNESS AND WINE AND TREATS AND SLEEP!!!!!!

[intertexts]

since I can't talk about my favorite bits that made me go AUGH bc of things you dont know about yet. give me ur favorite bit. what was ur favorite bit in that fic. gimme the authors notes behind the scenes ramble

AUAUAUAUA.... u r so nice 2 meee godddd what the hell. exploding u💥💥💥!!!!!!!!!!! ANYWAY. OK. OK. AUTHORS NOTES.

things i included that i am VERY IFFY ON but nevertheless went for:

>i think there's like 70/30 odds that they (dakota) try to do the putting ashe's headphones with thank you scientist or smth blaring on him to try & bring him back thing. can't tell you if it'll work or not but it has to come up. nevertheless i think if u were stuck in yr head for a year with the fucking trickster u would appreciate some quiet!!!!!! & its just. idk man. that's what i'd spiral over. what if one day u wake up n u don't even like all the stuff u love anymore. etc.

>I'M ALSO TAKING. A REALLY FUCKING LONG SHOT by explicitly referring to wiwi as alive? honestly? like it's a 50/50, i think that all the stuff w/ the heart etc should continue to have thematic resonance, but also i don't know how that will work with the wisps when they..... return? (<- using this word in the loosest possible way i just don't know how else to say it. when theyre onscreen again??) i'm sure the wisp thing gets some resolution i have no doubt. and i don't know if "whisperer william" and "alive body traits" are mutually exclusive. idk. idk. we'll see!!

>i'm assuming tide will make another appearance b4 the season ends. idgaf if he shows in deadwood or not i fucking HOPE NOT but i just thought man. he Would come to bring them all back n take care of them. i think he and mark should get to have a really long slightly more. real? conversation on how much parenting fucking sucks and is stressful and terrifying and they feel bad at it.

MY FAVORITE BIT. goddd. iiii. ok. i have a lot of Thoughts on wingfics & idk. i guess i always think they're a bit too easy. u have wings that u Never Ever Let Anyone Touch Except Family And Lovers and u Let Someone Preen Them and what-- there isn't even any terrifying indecipherable swirl of emotions about it?? it isn't even scary?? (& also the whole Why Is It Good When People Touch Ur Wings. "because it is" okay??? and why then?? i also am guilty of this but at least theres like. two sentences about it.) & when there's hybrid shit & its like ok suddenly u woke up with Searing Pain in ur back and things writhing around in there breaking through yr skin and bone to get out and-- thats IT??? there isn't even gonna be any lasting trauma about it? you're not even gonna feel weird about being permanently Different now? it isn't even inconvenient and painful?? so ig that's like-- the core of this one, lmao. obviously i have. Thoughts and Feelings on the whole prime nonconsensually and irrevocably changing ur body defenders thing. like. of course. thesis statement of my blog. & i have thoughts about. being a vessel & not getting any say in it, ig. idk. i hate when people take my stuff without asking!! the idea of someone taking my ME without asking is like, viscerally terrifying 2 me. not unpacking that moving on etc.... my favorite bit is ig ashe having conflicting and messy emotions on liking the way it feels. freaking out and trying 2 stonewall it out & eventually just. letting himself have the good thing. oversharing 9pm time but idk... ashe is a little Like Me in that he was a fucking shut in & never had friends until he was a teenager and doesn't really. know much about it? didn't have much experience in it? so he's really satisfying to write not in a projection-y way but an ah! i KNOW what this is like i can write this correctly!! very scary!!!! very 24/7 butterflies in ur stomach!! OH. I LIED. ACTUALLY. my favorite bit is ashe unconsciously using words & such abt capacitors and voltage and electricity etc. bc of growing up with an electrician dad :] very very small and minor but i have a lot of fucking emotions abt it actually!!! anyway. yeag <333

other behind the scenes thing: in my head wiwi is freaking the FUCK out the entire time he is going shit SHIT SHIT i'm so fucking bad at this shittttttttttttt is this what it's like for dakota to deal with me. is this what i'm like. shit. what do vynce and dakota do. hes like. cartoon running putting down the tracks just in front of the train this entire time <33 this is important to me.

[smutlord-supreme]

I just saw the cod: reaction to stalker post and I just have to say HOW I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND IT’S SO COMFORTING BECAUSE SAME. 💕😔✊ I don’t know if requests are open, but if it isn’t I just want to say I loved your post. However, if it is I would be really interested in a full length piece. Any characters are good for me because the way you’ve written them is really comforting. 💖

Thank you so much! I'm always looking for excuses to write so of course requests are open! Please excuse the fact that this was typed up at 9pm on a work night so it may not be perfect. (Plus autocorrect is on and we're like mortal enemies). I also chose Gaz because honestly I haven't seen any X Reader fics of Gaz and I find that super sad.

Without further ado.

The Watcher

Gaz x Reader

2.4k words

Warnings: Stalking, implied dating, very (and I mean very) little implied sexual relationship

You get some concerning texts and tell your boyfreund Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick about them.

You were always the cool headed one. Unlike Gaz who tended to be impulsive. So when you sat him down one day for a talk he assumed one of two things, you were breaking up with him, or you were dying.

You sat him down on your sectional, body facing him, but eyes on the ground. His heart was breaking at a thousand beats per minute, mind searching every little thing that had happened over the last few months. The moments you took to compose yourself causing the blood to rush in his ears.

"I have something to show you." You broke the silence, pulling out your phone and opening it to a text conversation. Scrolling all the way to the top you hand him the phone in silence. Allowing him to read.

After those first few messages the texted is silent until an hour ago. Where they send a photo of the outside of your apartment.

When Gaz is done reading he jumps off the couch and runs to the nearest window, peering down at the street corner that the photo was taken from.

"I already looked no one was there." You sounded dejected and exhausted. Almost resigned to the fact someone was peering in your windows at 11am.

"WTF baby, why didn't you tell me when you woke up?" It was a good question, every morning when you woke uo you would make time to read and respond to messages. And that was hours ago.

"I thought it was a prank at first. I used to get messages like this all the time before I met you. I figured it was one of my freinds with new number trying to freak me out." You shrugged your shoulders, letting them hang low. You propped your elbows on your knew and layed your forehead in you Palms. Cradling your skull like it suddenly weighed a hundred pounds.

Gaz sat back down on the couch, throwing one arm around you. Grabbing onto your should opposite to him and rubbing it lightly with his thumb. "Hey, hey, it's ok. I don't think I'd know what to think at first either. I'm not trying to blame you." He scratched his stubble with his free hand, thinking. "Is there any chance it's still one of your freinds?"

You shook your head, still cradled in your hands. " I texted everyone, no one fessed up and none if my freinds would go this far for a practical joke."

He made a hmm noise before standing back up. He grabbed your arm and hauled you off the couch. "Come on let's get you in the shower, I think you need a reset."

Dispite being positive and chipper as normal, anger radiated off of Gaz. He was smiling but his eyes were dark and full of hate. You weren't afraid of him, but you also had a feeling that he didn't want you to say no. And anyways, Gaz normally knew what was best for you.

You trailed after him to your shared bathroom, sitting down on the toilet while he got the water to the perfect temperature. "Get in, I'll throw a towel in the dryer for when you get out." You couldn't lie the steam radiating off of the shower was tempting so you stripped and stepped in while he closed the door and left you to your devices.

Most days Gaz would be begging to join you, but today there was none of that. Adding to your feeling of unease. As you washed your hair you heard the dryer start on the other side of the house. Not long after Gaz was on the phone with someone, speaking softly so you couldn't understand him. Although, in the small flat it was impossible to hide the fact that he was talking.

Soon you stepped out, turning the water off, still standing in the shower for a moment while Gaz said his goodbyes. Puttering across the Flat and grabbing the towel before opening the bathroom door. He wrapped you up, hugging you tightly as he did. "It's all going to be ok. Let sit down and watch something for a bit. I hear a new episode came out of your favorite show."

He hated that show. You and Gaz may share many traits, but taste in TV as not one of those. Still he made time to watch every episode with you, even recording them on DVR. He always said DVR was the best way to watch things, he hated streaming services.

You dried off and he gave you a pair of his sweats and a plain white t-shirt before embracing you and falling onto the couch. You laid there for most of the episode. Almost falling asleep with his warmth beside you.

------

You were jolted by a knock at the door. Gaz ran to the door while you huddled at the end of the couch, worried it was your stalker. He swung the door open. Embracing the man on the other side of the door like an old brother. "Brody!" He clapped the man on his back. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Have you lost weight?"

Gaz was always like this around his freinds, all charisma. (Although around people he was interested in romantically? That's something different all together. It was still a miracle he ever managed to pull you. Maybe you just like the awkward charm and bad jokes). The man stepped into your home, grinning from ear to ear and reciprocating Gaz's enthusiasm. He was wearing a policemen's uniform with the hat tucked under his elbow.

"Good to see you old freind. I've got to say I was not expecting a call like this. You always seem to take care of shit on your own, whether we like you to or not."

The police were still bitter that Gaz had left to join the 141. Alot of his freinds were on the force, and it had taken a while for them to be on speaking terms again. It warmed your heart to see that they still answered his call.

... his call. He had called the cops. Without telling you.

You couldn't lie you were a little peeved. But you never would have called yourself. You didn't like the idea of sitting and waiting for some stranger to come to your home, making you relive your worst memories.

The officer walked over to you extending a hand to your huddled position. "Brody Sangster at your service." You took it, shaking it firmly, suddenly hyper aware of your dripping hair and casual clothing.

"Nice to meet you Officer Sangster. Please have a seat." You un-hunched yourself, sitting upright on the far end of the couch, extending a hand to signal him to sit on the other end. Gaz plopped himself in a armchair to your left, holding your hand that dangled over the edge.

"I've heard you've had quite a scare. Care to tell me about it?" He pulled out a small notepad and pen from his breast pocket.

You glanced at Gaz who nodded. "I know it's scary and I know it's sudden but you wouldn't have called on your own."

You sigh and nod. "I know, it's probably for the best. Better to get this out now before it gets worse." You told Brody about the texts and the photo from the unkown number. He nodded as you spoke, asking to see the messages, which you eagerly showed him.

"Thank you for the information, I just have a few more questions if you're willing?" You nod. "Thank you, now have there been any other weird occurrences over the last few days? Cars following you, unknown calls that hang up shortly after, people asking after you to your freinds or coworkers?"

You shake your head, "not that I know of."

He writes "thank you again, one last question. Have you ever had something like this happen before?"

Your eyes go wide and you glance at Gaz before looking back at the officer. You nod slowly.

Gaz sits foreward, "how come you've never told me this?" He looks more concerned than upset.

"I was still in high school then, it never really came up. Plus last I heard he was in prison." A small shake comes to your voice as you remember him.

You had transferred halfway through the year with no freinds to speak of. Everyone at the small town school had formed clicks already without you, so you were left eating lunch alone most days.

You had first noticed him staring at you about a month into the semester. He never seemed to blink when you saw him out of your perefreal, but when you turned your head he suddenly had something more interesting.

You tried to talk to him few times, which turned out to be a massive mistake. He took this olive branch as an entire tree and began to follow you everywhere. Walking you to classes, eating lunch together, studying together, even going as far as to follow you home on multiple occasions.

Honestly you were just happy to have a freind, so you ignored all the red flags. Your next year of high school was better, you made new freinds, excelled in classes and even joined after school clubs. You still hung out with the boy of course, but you had other things to do now too.

He hated that.

Soon you found threatening notes in your book bag and your home vandalized on multiple occasions. It took months to catch him in the act, but afterwards he was quickly kicked from school.

That didn't stop him though. The threats continued and intensified up until you graduated and moved away. He seemed to be in love with you. Taking every chance he had to profess it. It all culminated in his arrest your senior year, when he had attacked your ex boyfreind in a park. Slicing the side of his face open. You had never been so terrified in your life.

"Babe?" Gaz's voice came to you over your own thoughts. "I think the officer has enough, why don't you go lay down?"

You were exhausted and just nodded, dragging yourself off the couch and to the bedroom.

You heard Gaz say a few goodbyes and the door closing and locking (louder than was normal, almost like he was putting on a show). You heard him fiddling with all of the windows for a couple of minutes before he joined you in your bedroom.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a squeak. "Hey babe, I'm sorry about that, I know that was hard. Hopefully they'll catch the guy soon and you won't have to think about him ever again." He began rubbing between your shoulders in slow rhythmic movements.

You rolled over and grabbed his hand kissing his knuckles. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little peeved, but your heart was in the right place. I don't think I would have had the strength to do that myself." You raised the covers inviting him in. He gladly obliged, holding you to his chest as you both settled off to sleep.

------

The next few days were largely uneventful. No new texts or photos, although a box of xhoxolates did show up at the front desk for you, but Gaz had given them the rundown (he had been driving you to work and back everyday) and they had been thrown away immediately.

It was the fifth day when you finally got a call from Brody.

"Hey, I've got some updates for you. Do you have a place to sit?"

You were at home in the kitchen making some tea when he called. You ran into the the living room, putting the phone on speaker. You plopped yourself next to Gaz and slapped him arm a few time so he would pat attention.

"Im sitting now. What do you have to tell me?"

"We caught the guy about 30 minutes ago..." He took a pause looking for words. "Umm... idk how else to say this but he was living in the unit below you. He got out of prison sometime last month and dropped off the radar. Got fake papers and everything."

Your blood ran cold. He was so close this whole time. Gaz took the phone from your hand as you processed what Brody had said. The blood rushing in your ears.

"Thank you officer can you do me one more favor... as a freind?"

Less than a half hour later you were standing in front of a line up of 5 men. Something completely unnecessary as the culprit had fressed up the moment he had been caught.

You and Gaz scanned their faces. #4 was your man.

"Damn he's ugly." Gaz said. A grin on his face. "How the fuck he ever thought he'd pull you is beyond me." You smile tightly still confused by this whole interaction. Gaz continues.  "He looks like a Muppet bred with a kangaroo." You let off a little laugh at this strangely apt quip.

"He does doesn't he."

"Yeah, and look at how he's dressed. Khaki cargo shorts? In this cold? What a douche. I bet he thinks those sunglasses make him real hot too." You laughed louder at this.

"What are we doing here Gaz?" You asked him, the light returning to your eyes after the stress of the last few days.

"Oh I just wanted to know what you were missing out on. And I'm gonna tell you it's not much. Unless your into that crazed history professor on vacation look... you know the ear hair is growing on me I think." He pokes your side making you laugh before turning to the officer at the door. "I think we're done here, thank you."

The woman nods before opening the door. Gaz grabs your hand as you leave.

"See they got him, we don't have to worry. He even violated parole, he's not coming out for a long time." You smile at him.

"Thank you Gaz, I actually feel alot better now."

"I love you so much." He stops and presses his forehead to yours.

"I love you too," you whisper in return.

He straightens back up and smiles at you. "Idk about you but I'm starving, what do you think about Indian?"

"That sounds wonderful."

Post: Gaz pays for you both to break the lease on your shared apartment. You don't mention that it makes you uncomfortable, but he just seems to know it weird you out that he was living below you. He buys a small townhouse, no bigger than your old home, but without any upstairs or downstairs neighbors.

[oswaldthatendswald]

I'm kind of late, but I still wanted to ask some questions for the fic writer ask game so... 🌞💖✨?

You're not late at all! I'm happy to hear from you!

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

I do most of my writing in the evenings. I find that I'm most motivated to start working between about 9PM to midnight-- which is bad, because I have to get to sleep at 11 if I want any chance of being rested the next day! I also have a couple times during the week when there's a gap between two of my classes that isn't long enough for me to go home, but is long enough to get some writing done.

💖 What made you start writing?

I decided I wanted to become a writer when I was about seven and I've just sort of stuck with it? At this point I can't really remember what the original impetus was. I started writing fanfiction before I really had access to the internet or knew it was a thing; it's always been my favourite way to engage with media.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Aw, okay. I really like the little details in my writing; patterns that take a while to build, foreshadowing that's meant to become clear on a reread, stuff like that. That stuff is really fun for me and I always get excited when people mention it in comments.

Thanks for the ask!

[deckof-dragons]

I should write. I really, really should. I'm close to finishing my fic. Even if I can't get a lot done, even just a few paragraphs would put me that much closer to finishing it. But also, what if I just didn't write for the second night in a row?

And it's like, 'well, what else would I do?' The Youtube vid I was watching of Wayne and Scorpy playing Forewarned reached a point where they take a break; a good time to take a break from watching so I feel like I should. I already spent the last few hours watching Youtube, it's past time to stop. Meaning it's time to do something else now and that thing should be at least try to write because what else is there to do at 9PM? I could read, I guess. But I always end up doing that during writing anyway (when I hit a block in writing, I pick up my book for a little bit instead of staring at the screen, it helps a lot sometimes) so if I'm gonna read, I should just settle down to write regardless. But also ugh, what if I didn't?

So instead I'm typing this post. I know some of the reason I'm struggling with finishing this fic but I don't know why it's so bad. It's not that I don't like it. When I get myself to work on it, I enjoy it and I like what I already have and the ideas I have for where it's going. But I'm still struggling and I hate it. Why does writing have to be so hard sometimes? Why can't it always be a fun smooth ride?

[monstersinthecosmos]

🤲💋✨️💝💌

(writing asks!)

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

OMG I DONT KNOW! Like why do creative people feel the need to make stuff, I can't explain it. I just know that it's what I want to do as a creative outlet. And like usually (NOT LATELY BECAUSE THE LAST COUPLE MONTHS MY LIFE HAS BEEN A DISASTER) I reserve 9-10pm every night as WRITING TIME and like, it's not a chore for me! It's like a reward at the end of the day. So I spend all day thinking about what I'll write at 9pm when it's writing time. :D So there's like the half of it that's creative & spiritual to do, and also the half that's just like, my little Me Time that I allow myself that helps me unwind. :D

💋when you leave comments on a fic, do you want to hear back from the writer?

I DO but I don't get offended if they don't reply lol. But like ngl, if I notice a fic author doesn't reply to comments, I am less likely to leave a huge comment. Like one time I left a BOOK REPORT on a fic and the author replied to like, everyone EXCEPT me who was leaving emojis and stuff? And I felt really bad like I made them uncomfortable or something. So like. I tend to comment as I read and I like to copy & paste lines in and stuff, but if the author never replies I'm less likely to take the extra time to do this because I don't know if it's well received. 😅

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

jkgald wording it like that makes me squeamish but I felt like the gangbang fic I wrote for the BDSM zine kinda flopped 😬 like it has some comments and people who did comment were really excited but like, proportionally to my other Sheith fics it didn't do well. And I wasn't sure if it was like TOO MUCH or something, bc it got a lot of hits but not so many comments, like it made me wonder if people opened the link out of curiosity but then noped out. Like I have Sheith fics with less hits that have 2 or 3x the comments. Whoops! And I wonder if I overcomplicated it. IDK!!!!!!!!!! But I was happy with how it came out so it's not necessarily that I would want to like fix or anything. I just felt sad that no one liked it. 😂

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

I think maybe The Front ? I was a little overwhelmed by the response bc I thought I was being like extremely self indulgent and niche about my own kinks and people wound up being like SO excited and kind and generous with comments it just really surprised me. 😳 LIKE YOU DONT EVEN LEARN KEITH'S NAME FOR 21K, I was calling him "the creature" LMAOOOOOOOOOOO it just was like so extremely catered to my own individual needs I was surprised. 😂

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

For Sheith right now I'm back to working on my fic Tonight the Stars Revolt! which is like a retelling of canon if they were friends with benefits who kept fooling around after near death missions to relieve stress and like I WROTE THE FIRST 50K IN A MONTH on my break after my first ship contract and I didn't intend for it to get so complicated and plotty and I also absolutely did not intend for the last few chapters to be like A YEAR APART FROM EACH OTHER but I kept getting distracted doing exchanges and stuff, and I kinda try to like alternate Sheith and VC so I'd write a chapter, then write a VC fic, then it was time to go back to Sheith but I had an exchange, then VC, then a zine, then VC, etc. It just really got away from me but like it's my baby and it's where I pour all my meta and headcanons and I think about it constantly so every time I return to it I'm very exciting! The upcoming chapter includes a flashback about BABY KEITH and his DAD and a SNAKE and I'm really excited about it. :)

FOR VC IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH OBSESSING OVER WRITING A FIC ABOUT THE YEAR MARIUS WAS HELD CAPTIVE AND THE SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN HIM AND HIS CAPTOR AND THE STAGES OF GRIEF FOR HIS FREEDOM, I hope to start writing it maybe in the new year hdkjslgasgdjal I can't stop thinking about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[micheal-w-afton]

My answers to those!

😅 Any of my old, badly written "spicy stuff". Also, any of my old fics in general.

🥺 What kind of feels? Well, I like fluff. Anything that consists a character getting attention from a good father figure, because well.. Yea.. That's with fluff, but angst has to be deep and slowly appearing. Like in "Flowers from 1970".

🤡Any random, cheezy pick-up line. Or some joke of an incorrect quote.

😈 Killing off characters and angst is very amazing. I enjoy that a lot.

✍️ Someone that get's to read my stories before they're published? No, not always. I do give spoilers tho.

🛒 I like to write in Pick-up lines, angst, a little bit of fluff + comfort.

🎢 My 4k word one. It had angst, slightly suggestive stuff, tension, comforting moments, flirting and jokes. All in one, I think.

✨️ No, I won't. It's interesting that I read my fanfics when I'm bored, updating them if needed.

💋 They're great.

🎶 Yes. I do listen to music when writing. I can't pick which one I have on repeat the most. I guess the most recent one was "Radio Play" by Silva Hound and one other guy.

🛠 I use my notes, Google, some books, Wattpad & Ao3.

⛔️ I've scrapped a few ideas. No guarantee that they won't come back. They are scrapped, so yea, no spoilers for those, unless I decide to actually write them.

🙋‍♀️ Yes, my ex best friend knows. Even my mother knows.

🍦 The 1st one to come to my mind, was the one with young Morrigan AU, where she got comfort from Squall, so he was like the better father figure, but he still had to leave. Yea. That one still floats around my mind.

🍷 Yes. I drink water.

🍆 As I mentioned, my old stuff is pretty shit. I prefer "slightly suggestive" then smut. "Crow Crow" chapter of Oneshot's book 2, was great. Also, the 4k word one.

🌞 I like writing from 9pm to 3am. Creativity and ideas go wild at that time. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen every day, and I have to go to sleep at 11pm, otherwise I'll fall asleep during the next day, and that's a problem.

💖 I started writing inspired by a guy who was stalking me and my classmates. I took the fic down. Other reason for me writing my own stuff, was because my requests on someone else writing them were never really accepted, and I wanted my ideas to be actual content.

💌 Please do. I love comments and having random conversations inspired by something I wrote.

❌️ I will never write adult character x not adult character, and probably won't write about the popular movie trope stuff. Actually, there are many more things, but I just don't know how to describe them.

💲 Money is fun, but I believe that my art or writing isn't that good to be payed for. Plus, my friend's would be confused about why I get random money. One last thing: Money can take away my inspiration. I prefer to just take free requests.

🧐 I research only a little bit. Mainly writing on my own knowledge.

🏆My most popular writing themes (Not fics, just themes, because... idk.), are fluff, comfort and world building.

🎃 Yes. I've written some for Hallowmas. Also, I plan on writing something for Summer solstice.

🎯 I've inspired by comments before. Some of them have guessed plot points.

🎨 Yes! I love that! Even tho I mostly create my own fanart for my fanfics.

📈 I have 2 Nevermoor oneshot's books that will stay up. There's also "The one who betrayed".

🦅What does that mean?

👀 Well, original character, Morrigan, inspired by real life story. Low chance of ever being finished. Also, summer solstice in a few months.

🤗 Go for it. Someone will enjoy it.

💞 Silas (Graveyard Book), Ezra Squall & Jupiter North (Nevermoor), Stolas (Helluva Boss), Wilbur Soot, Kenny & Butters (South Park).

🧠 Ezra Squall 🖤

🤩 Ezra Squall and Henry Mildmay. Squall gives me Alastor vibes, but Mildmay gives me Angeldust vibes.

🤲 it has been sitting in my started drawings for like a week, because in trying to understand how to finish it.

😬 The torture one and anything with gay stuff in it.

🎉 Success = At least 2 people voting, maybe commenting.

✅️ Ezra Squall. And some repeating words. Repeating words in sentences and paragraphs. I always worry about completely repeating the same scenario.

📚 That would meant that I'm talking the same path as my grandmother. A lot of pressure.. Yes, book writing would be interesting. I prefer fanfics tho. Or fandom mixups. 🤫🤔

⏳️ At least an hour, sometimes even 2 days to fully think it out. Questions

🤯 I struggle with writing with more than 5 characters in action. Probably a lot of more stuff.

💔 anything with angst, because most of my angst is inspired by thing's I've experienced.

💥 Criticism can be harsh, but sometimes helpful.

🤭 Of course, the character's used in the fic, and a small spoiler for what will be in it, like angst, fluff or slightly suggestive.

🥰 I'm very open to people interacting with my content. Questions are always welcome, no guarantee that I'll have a smart answer.

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

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[freshairforrabbits]

Taking your word for it re fanfiction asks, so: 1, 7, 9 (for your Hostel fic that deserves more love), 10 (again Hostel), 17, 21, 25, 27, 28, 36, 41, 44, 45, 47, 48, 49. Your made up title to write a summary for is "i need no introduction (welcome to the greatest show)" from skins by the Haunting, which I have been listening to on repeat over the past few days.

Thank you for asking all of these ❤️ and also for making me discover that song because it is so fucking good!!!

1)Since I can remember! At toddler age and maybe even a bit before, my mom would let me and the siblings draw all over these little blank picture books she would staple together. She would then ask what the story was about so she could write it down on each page, and I was already making up new endings to whatever media I could understand like Bug's Life, Jurassic Park, PBS kids shows. If that doesn't count as fanfic though– then I seriously buckled down to write my first one when I was 10, with pencil and paper, and then 22 for actually finishing one and posting it on AO3

7) anytime after 9pm 

9) oh fuck that's a tough one, I'd say in Jagten it's the parts with Paxton stumbling around the Elite Hunting Clubs killing floor, because in the movie that's one of my favorite scenes where Paxton calls Natalya a bitch and then she's like, 'they paid me a lot of money for you. That makes you my bitch.' Just getting to write her seeing his shock and disgust and fear was fun as hell. 

10) I was going to actually go all the way up to some plotline where she does kill him (since Paxton is killed in the Hostel universe I figured Natalya becoming a hunter to do the honors instead would've been so badass of her, despite Paxton being a favorite in his own right he's just very killable), but then I figured it'd be far better to start things off sort of where they began with the fic. Natalya and Paxton facing each other down except this time the resolution is up in the air, and Paxton has no idea that she's coming for him. 

17) The girl, she made a deal, he remembers it now, to save the ghosts she'd come to see as friends, as more parents than her own, sacrificing herself to a crude entity of booze, sex, and filth;

beetlejuicebeetlejuicebeetlejuice.

21) If we are talking about outside of AO3 then that would be god, this would be a lot of people both within AO3 and outside of AO3, hm, I really admire this one author who wouldn't you know shares the same name as you! All jokes aside, so much of the fics I've been writing and making lately have been directly inspired by your writing and so I can't help but admire the fuck out of the absolute range of your writing and the ability you have to tackle so many different styles and characters!

25) Yes! Although I can't give any specific examples, I just know I have, and it's usually when writing super hopeful bits after writing a bunch of incredibly harrowing sequences.

27) I make outlines! They're typically very long too and constantly get changed around and shifted and even deleted and rewritten many times. The outline for pretty boy is 40k on any given day and most of that will not actually be what's finally written it's just excerpts and scenes that don't quite work but pieces of them could be stitched together for something better 

28) There isn't exactly anything I'm doing super different now then when I first started! But I wish I'd known to never touch general fandom Tumblr or Twitter or social media (and especially Discord Servers) with a ten foot pole when I started posting, that'll destroy your motivation to write faster than anything, not to mention it gets in your head about characterization and whatever else; like just write!! Just write and don't look at what other people are saying because it is not worth it unless they're fellow authors you have a rapport with 

36) Selfcest-Daddy-Son Carnival Ride of Grooming and Sexual Battery from Fucking Hell; Oh and don't forget the maybe-baby! (not sure if that's the spoiler that questions asking for but dfghhjjj)

41) Probably Natalya from Hostel and Natália from 3% in an unfinished wip but she's not exactly a minor character imo, just under appreciated 

44) (You fight, you rip into him, you eat him alive, fangs sunk through the muscle of lips, colonel's cum, corporal's blood swapped between you, ouroboros, you—)

45) Sheer mental illness, literally nothing else makes me write 30k in two weeks more than a sudden burst of energy and nigh delusional thinking which inevitably leads to a cycle of crashing and burning but fuck it we ball nothing else gets me clearing out those wips faster. That and one of the core elements of experiential therapy emphasizes learning to express through writing so that definitely keeps me going too since the more I write the more I can take with me to a session even if the content isn't relevant, it's all about processing a vast array of situations and emotions and intrusive thoughts through playing with little figures in the sandbox of a word document.

47) "i need no introduction (welcome to the greatest show)" this is going to be such a boring answer but for a title like this nothing better comes to mind then that idea you mentioned about Recom Jake being captured by the Na'vi. Just something about how he'd be putting on his best performance for them, all Loki stuck in a glass cage style or something, knowing oJake is freaked the hell out by him and then everything to do with Spider would be such a fucking mess. And good God that song is a banger!! (I am now listening to it on repeat as well while writing haha) I'm notoriously shit with creating summaries on the spot so apologies for not being able to make one up :'') 

48) Imprisonment. Bottom line, I don't know if that's a trope per se? But a character, specifically the protagonist or the biggest baddie of the fandom getting mind-breaked in a cell I pretty much write for every fandom I have ever been in and probably will continue to do so. 

49) Warrior Cats Truth or Dare on FFnet, it was a crackfic that had me dying laughing as a kid I remember reading it every night before bed in elementary school. Very fun, and it is why I love a good crackfic to this day

[playgrl0]

i'll always protect you / baji

!! TW!!! harrassing,violence, angst, MUCH comfort and fluff tho !! stay safe everyone <3

a/n: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST: this fic is based off my own experience which means i'm kinda sharing something really vulnerable and personal with u all. and WHEWWW, writing this was very emotional, i cried a few times :') sadly, i didn't have a baji or anyone else with me who could've helped me or stopped what was going on. we can all imagine how that fucking ended for me, huh? lmao anyway so, here's me bringing you baji to comfort us all! :) i mainly wrote this for my own comfort but, i really hope that it also brings some sort of comfort to someone else who experienced something similar. i love u all, stay safe! and i hope u enjoy this :) mwah mwah mwah !!

!! do NOT read if this topic makes you uncomfortable/triggers you !!

it's past 9pm, already dark outside and you're currently waiting next to a small café where you and baji were supposed to meet 15 minutes ago but he's still not here. you pull out your phone and decide to call him. "kei, where are you?" you ask when he picks up. "i'm sorry baby, the meeting went a little longer but i'm on my way now. i'll be there in 10, okay?" you hum a small "okay" and then hang up. while you were waiting in front of the café you were playing around on your phone, not noticing that a man has been watching you from a distance. the man, still not taking his eyes off of you, walks closer to you and stops when you look up from your phone and notice him. "hey, sweetheart." he smirks. instantly feeling uncomfortable you ignore him and take a few steps back. "hey, where are you going? i just want to ask you something." he slightly chuckles and comes closer to you. "what do you want?" you ask taking a few more steps back until your back hits the wall behind you. "i saw you from the other side of the street and couldn't help but notice how sexy you are. You wanna come over to my place?" he smugly grins. all the color drains from your face now. you look behind the man to look for baji, or anyone else that could help you, but there's still no sight of him. "no, i have a boyfriend." he laughs at that. "that's what they all say but i'm not fuckin' stupid, you know?" he slightly raises his voice and anger takes over his face and your hands start shaking out of fear. "you really can't come up with a better excuse? hah! i don't give a fuck if you have a boyfriend or not. you're coming with me and i'll show you what a real man looks like." his hand tightly grabs your arm and you panic, trying to release your wrist. "stop it! let me go!" he laughs again "fine, you don't want to come with me? i can take you right here." he turns your body around so your front hits the wall. he presses his chest against your back and you struggle to shake him off of you. "HELP! SOMEON-" you want to scream but he covers your mouth with a hand to shut you up. his lips come closer to your ear and he whispers "i'll show you a good time, babe." tears stream down your face and you close your eyes, preparing yourself for what's about to happen to you.

"shh, you don't have to cry, baby. be a good slut for me, yeah?" before the man can do anything else, you feel his hand getting ripped off your mouth and the presence behind you disappears. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you hear a familiar voice yell behind you. turning around you see baji grabbing the man by his collar and pushing him against the wall across from you. relief washes over your whole entire body and your legs give out, making you drop down to the floor where you pull your knees up to your chest and you keep crying. crying, because of what just happened but also happy and relieved that baji came to save you. baji's fist connects with the man's cheek over and over again. "i asked you a fucking question, fuckin' asshole. touching my girl like that? calling her a slut? you have a fuckin' death wish, huh?" he continues to yell at the man. baji is furious, you have never seen him this angry before. "i didn't know she's your girl! i'm sorry!" the man cries out. "even if she wasn't my girl, you don't fucking talk to and touch anyone like that without their consent. got it?" "yes, yes i'm sorry!" baji let's go of the man and he groans and he slides down the wall.

baji quickly comes over to you. "baby, hey, look at me." you look up at him and see his beautiful face which instantly brings you comfort. "hey," he smiles "i'm right here." you quickly nod your head to show that you're listening, still too shaken up to talk. he gently puts his hands on your knees and slightly squeezes them to let you feel him. "did he hurt you?" he carefully asks. you hold up your wrist where the man was holding you and pull up your sleeve to show that it's a little red and slightly bruised. baji's body reacts before he can think; he gets up, walks over to the man again who was groaning and laying on the floor. he straddles his hips and starts punching him again. "you hurt her, you fuckin' son of a bitch. i'll hurt you ten times worse, fuckin' promise you that." he yells in between punches.

you're in too much shock to properly react but you know damn well that if you don't stop baji, he will actually kill this guy. you carefully and slowly stand up, not trusting your legs enough to hold you up. when you're up you walk over to baji and the man. "kei, stop it! that's enough!" you yell at him. he doesn't hear you over the sounds of his fists connecting with the man's face and the groaning. baji's body is filled to the brim with rage. he has never felt that much anger in his whole entire life. "kei, please!" you tell louder and he finally hears you and snaps out of it at the sound of your shaky voice. he stops punching the man and gets off of him to stand beside you. "if you think you already paid for what you did, you're wrong." he says to the barely conscious man before he gently grabs you by your hand to pull you away and over to the other side of the street where his bike is parked. he leans your body against the bike, takes your face in his hands and wipes away your tears. "hey, you're safe now, okay?" his soft voice makes you start crying all over again and he pulls you into a tight embrace with his strong arms. "it's over, baby. let it all out. i'm right here." he softly whispers into your hair and leaves a few pecks every now and then as he lets you just cry in his arms. "he wanted to," you choke out, "kei, i think he wanted to ra-" "shhh, shh. i wouldn't have let that happen. you're safe, okay? safe. i'm not going anywhere." he softly mumbles. baji would probably rather kill this guy and keep freaking out but he knows you need him more than anything right now. he'll deal with this guy in a different way, another time. he feels you slowly calming down in his arms so he pulls away a little and wipes your tears away with the sleeve of his sweater. "can we go home? and can i stay at your place? i don't want to be alone tonight." you quietly ask with a shaky voice. "of course, baby. i'll never leave you alone again, okay? hop on the bike, let's go." he kisses your cheek and helps you sit on his bike. he sits down as well and waits until you wrap your arms tightly around him, then he starts driving home.

when you both enter his house his mom calls out for him. "im home, mom! y/n's here too, she's gonna stay the night." his mom comes into the hallway with a big smile on her face to greet you, excited that you're here since she absolutely adores you. but, her smile falls when she sees your puffy face and your red eyes. "hi y/n, honey are you okay?" she asks concerned. you were about to answer when baji speaks up. "baby, you can go to my room already, i'll get you something to drink. i'll be there in a second." you nod, send his mom a small smile and go to his room. "keisuke, what happened?" his mom asks again as she follows him into the kitchen. he turns around to her, she notices how his shoulders fall and his eyes get glassy, now she's even more worried. "y/n was attacked by a man." he whispers out and suddenly it all hits him all over again. how scared he was for you, the rage, how scared and vulnerable you looked. tears form in his eyes and his mom quickly brings him into a tight hug when she notices. a few tears fall from his eyes and he sniffles in his moms arms. "if i showed up later he would've-" his mom interrupted him, knowing already what he wanted to say. "but you did show up and you saved her, right?" he nods. "don't blame yourself, keisuke. i'm proud of you. it's horrible what happened to her but all you can do now is be there and comfort her, okay." he nods again, kisses her cheek and wipes his tears away. his mom pulls away, gets some water and a few snacks for you two and hands them over to him. "i know she probably can't eat much right now, but try it, okay? and tell her she can stay here for as long as she wants. i'm here for her too and i'll call her parents and let them know she's here." she kisses his forehead. "thank you, mom. love you."

when baji enters his room he sees you lying in his bed, wearing his clothes and cuddling his pillow tight against your chest. his heart softens at the sight and he places the snacks down on his table and sits down on the bed next to you. "baby, can you drink this for me?" he holds the glass of water over to you, you nod, sit up and take the glass from him. his warm hand brushes through your hair while you drink the water. "mom said you can stay for as long as you want and talk to her if you need anything. she also called your parents to let them know you're here." your heart softens at that. you're so grateful to have baji and his mom in your life. "thank you." you give him a weak smile and he puts the glass away when you finished drinking. "do you want food? mom gave me some snacks." you feel bad saying no, baji's mom is so nice to you, but you don't feel like eating. "i feel like i'll throw it up anyway. no, thank you. i'm sorry." you quietly say. "don't apologize! it's totally fine, okay?" you nod once again and let out a sigh. "thank you, kei. for saving me, i mean." you choke out, tears falling from your eyes once again when the memories from earlier hit you all over again. baji pulls you into his laps so you're straddling him and tightly wraps his arms around you. "no need to thank me. i will always, always protect you, okay? this will never happen again, i promise." and he means it. this will never happen again for as long as he lives. he presses some kisses into your hair and runs his hand over your back. "listen, i love you, baby. i love you so much. i got you forever, okay." he pulls away from the hug to look into your eyes, they're red and puffy, but still as beautiful as ever. your hand brushes over the apple of his cheek, admiring his beautiful face, the face of your own personal hero. "i love you, keisuke." you whisper. "so much." he places a few pecks on your cheeks. "it will probably take a while for you to learn how to deal with what happened but i want you to know that i'll be there for you every step of the way. you're never alone. and if you want to talk to a therapist about it, you can. i'll help you with everything you need, okay?" you sniffle at his words and feel tears forming in your eyes once again. "are you trying to make me cry again?" you chuckle and a big grin spreads over his lips when he sees you smile at him. "im so lucky to have you." you whisper against his cheek and press a kiss on his warm skin there. you let out a yawn and feel your eyes getting heavy. "lay down, i'll get ready for bed and be right back with you, okay?" he lifts you off his lap, lays you down and presses a kiss to your forehead before he takes his pyjama and walks into his bathroom. he locks the door behind him, pulls out his phone and dials mikey's number. when baji told the guy who assaulted you earlier "if you think you already paid for what you did, you're wrong." he was being serious and he was referring to sending toman after that bastard. "what's up, baji?" mikey's joyful voice hits his ears. "it's serious, i need you and the boys to handle something, or should i say, someone, for me." mikey notices the darkness and anger in baji's voice and instantly understands that it has something to do with you. "i got you. what happened?"

after baji told mikey everything he got ready for bed and came back into his room to you. seeing you asleep already and curled up under his blankets. you look so peaceful right now, so angelic and like you are made out of glass. once again, he promises himself that he will protect you forever. and nothing and no one will hurt you ever again. he gets into bed with you, pulls you against his body and wraps his arms tightly around you. feeling safe in his arms, you unconsciously wrap your arms around his waist and he smiles at that, kissing your forehead a few times and whispering a gentle "i love you, baby." into your ear.

<3 @ playgrl0