#and I have some other lovely prompts that I can't wait to start exploring

[yujeong]

Oooo.... VP smut prompt? I would love to see your take on Pete's thoughts/perspective during the first time they have sex post-canon/hospital!

Pixeeeeeel, thank you so much for sending me this prompt, you're so sweet and thoughtful 🥺 This is actually something that's been in my thoughts for as long as I've been a fan of them: VP's first time post-canon is a very, very intriguing subject matter to me, though I believe my view of it isn't that... well, interesting. As I've mentioned before in an Ask Game, I don't believe VP will be having much sex post-canon (or at least not much penetrative sex) due to everything that has happened to them. Now, the following is just one idea that came to me as I was playing with your prompt in my head. I'm insecure af about it, but I'm sharing it regardless because that was the point of asking for prompts in the first place hahaha. [CW: blowjob, handjob, cockwarming]

Pete's head was fuzzy, but not as much as he needed. There was warmth at the pit of his stomach, spreading through him in slow bursts as Vegas was opening him up with his fingers, but it dissipated immediately after every thrust. The noises Vegas was making while sucking Pete off had been tantalizing at first, almost effective, but they were beginning to aggravate him.  It wasn't enough. Fuck, it wasn't enough. Vegas himself had grown rigid below him. He had started this by going slowly, teasing Pete with a good time, but his movements now were frantic and desperate. He looked seconds away from breaking. Pete's breathing had grown shallow.  They had foolishly wanted to recreate it. It was the reason Vegas had used the rope, tying Pete's hands above his head before doing anything else. (He forgot the part where Pete offered the rope to him, and presented his wrists to be bound. He didn't really mind Vegas' transgression. He had made his choice already.) They should have known. This wasn't the same room. They weren't the same people. There was a lot more to mourn than just a tiny hedgehog. "Vegas." It was the third time Pete addressed him. Vegas groaned loudly around his dick, pressing his teeth onto the soft skin. Pete hissed. "Please don't bite it." He was certain it wouldn't hurt as much as the car battery, but he wasn't eager to find out. Vegas gasped as he took Pete's cock out of his mouth. He removed his fingers from Pete's hole and squeezed Pete's thighs aggressively with both hands. His nails dug into them; it would leave marks for sure. "Why aren't you hard?" he yelled, the pain clear in his voice. Pete could see the agony in his eyes, the unshed tears. There wasn't anything he could do about it. "Untie me." He was capable of doing it himself just fine, but that would make everything worse.  Vegas reacted as if he got slapped. "Pete, no, no I can... Pete, I can-" "Vegas," Pete said, his tone harsh. He mellowed it as he added, "it's ok, just untie me." Vegas did so with trembling fingers. Pete could see the thoughts circling around his head. He could almost hear them. Once free, he sprang into action, ignoring the numbness in his hands. He grabbed Vegas' half-hard cock and started stroking it, his movements clumsy and amateurish, his other hand grabbing Vegas' T-shirt in order to bring him closer for a kiss.  Vegas yelped and laughed as he returned it, his breath hot on Pete's lips. He tried to help Pete jerk him off, but Pete didn't let him. It wasn't difficult to get him there, anyway; he was fully hard in a matter of minutes. "You wanted me to fuck you, baby?" Vegas asked with a smug expression plastered on his face. He was staring at Pete and his attempts at putting Vegas' cock inside him, with no success. "You could have just asked." It sounded so fake, Pete barely managed to hide an eye roll. "Don't call me that," he murmured. He could feel his face heating up. "Just... help me out." Vegas smirked and entered Pete with ease, moaning in satisfaction. His eyes fluttered as he did, which gave Pete the advantage he needed to immobilize him, before he could move further. He had Vegas trapped on top of him with nowhere to go, using his limbs to keep him in place - his legs on Vegas' lower back, his arms on Vegas' torso - and his voice to put some sense into the idiot who couldn't see how overexerted he had gotten from all of this. "Vegas, stop struggling, you'll hurt yourself." He didn't listen. He kept fidgeting violently, growling as he bit Pete's shoulder in frustration, trying to break free. He kept at it until he was out of breath, until his muscles gave up on him. Vegas hid his face at the crook of Pete's neck, and cried. Pete relaxed his hold. He was caressing Vegas' oily hair, waiting for him to calm down. "I miss you," he told Pete when he stopped, his voice hoarse from the bile still stuck in his throat. He sounded so small and vulnerable. It made Pete want to cry, too. He couldn't. Instead, he abided by the words that were tattooed on his skin. "I miss you, too."

[thirteenheavens]

Hii congratulations on ur 1.4k, I hope everyday you receive more love. 🫶🏼✨ Can you write about jongho with this prompts?

4. "You're such a needy little slut, aren't you?" in the bedroom and with a Single Parent AU

Love your work it's amazing 😭🫶🏼✨

Notes: idk why this took me two days to write but I hope you enjoy anon hehe

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It was the third date between you and Jongho, and you were back at his house. He was a single dad, and his daughter was spending the night at a friend's house, giving the two of you some much-needed alone time. As soon as you walked through the door, Jongho pounced on you, pinning you against the wall and capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

"I've been thinking about this all day," he growled, his hands roaming over your body. "You have no idea how badly I want you." You moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders as he pressed himself against you. "I've been thinking about you too," you whispered, your breath hitching as he started to nibble on your neck.

"Such a needy little slut," he murmured, his lips moving down to your collarbone. "Always so eager for me." Jongho chuckled against your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to caress your stomach. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a woman in my bed," he confessed. "I'm going to make sure I take my time with you tonight." He lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and hovering over you. His eyes raked over your body, taking in every curve and dip.

"You're beautiful," he said huskily. "I can't believe you're mine." You blushed under his gaze, feeling both shy and turned on. "I'm all yours, Jongho," you repeated, reaching up to pull him down for another kiss. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he slowly began to undress you. He took his time, savoring every inch of skin he revealed.

"You're so soft," he groaned, running his hands over your breasts. "And so responsive to my touch." You arched into his touch, your nipples hardening under his fingers. He leaned down and took one of them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before moving to the other one.

"Mmm, you taste amazing," he said, his voice muffled against your skin. "I could spend all night worshiping your body." He began to trail kisses down your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your pants. "Can I taste you, baby?" he asked, looking up at you with a lustful gaze.

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. "Please, Jongho," you begged. "I need your mouth on me." He grinned and quickly removed your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. He took a moment to admire the sight of you, completely bare before him.

"Such a good girl, already so wet for me," he said, his fingers tracing the outline of your soaked panties. "Let's get rid of these." He pulled your panties off and spread your legs apart, his eyes darkening with desire as he saw how wet you were. "Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned. "I can't wait to taste your sweet pussy again."

He leaned down and buried his face between your legs, his tongue licking a stripe up your slit. He moaned at the taste of you, devouring you like a man starved. You cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair as he ate you out with abandon. He alternated between sucking on your clit and plunging his tongue inside you, driving you wild with pleasure.

"You taste even better than I remembered," he mumbled against your pussy. "You're so sweet, so addictive." He slipped two fingers inside you, curling them up to hit your g-spot. He knew exactly how to make you fall apart, and he was relentless in his pursuit.

"Cum for me, baby," he commanded. "Cum on my fingers and my tongue." You were so close, your body shaking with need. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, ready to snap at any moment.

"I'm going to cum, Jongho!" you gasped, your hips bucking against his face. "Oh god, I'm going to-!" Before you could finish your sentence, you came undone, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name as you rode out your high, your juices gushing out onto his tongue. Jongho continued to lick you through your orgasm, drinking up every drop of your release. He finally pulled away, his face glistening with your slick.

"That's my good girl," he praised, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You did so well for me." He moved up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "I think you deserve a reward now," he said huskily.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, still trying to catch your breath. "What kind of reward?" you asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. Jongho smirked and reached down to undo his belt. "I think it's time I show you how much I've missed having a woman in my bed," he said, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

He quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his toned body to you. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed as he moved, your eyes roaming over his broad chest. He positioned himself between your legs, his hard cock resting against your entrance. "Are you ready for me, baby?" he asked, teasingly rubbing the head against your sensitive clit.

You whimpered at the feeling, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm. "Yes, please," you begged, spreading your legs wider for him. "I want you inside me so badly." Jongho chuckled and leaned down to kiss you again. "Patience, princess," he said, before slowly pushing into you. "Mmm, you're so tight. It feels like you're sucking me in."

He groaned as he filled you to the hilt, his hips flush against yours. "You're so perfect," he muttered, pausing for a moment to savor the feeling of being inside you. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, but quickly picking up speed. He held your hips in a firm grip, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust.

"You take me so well," he grunted, his eyes locked on yours. "Such a good little cocksleeve for me." You moaned loudly, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The room was hot and filled with the smell of sex, the bed creaking beneath you as Jongho fucked you hard and fast.

"You're mine, all mine," he growled, his possessiveness taking over. "No one else gets to see you like this, no one else gets to touch you. You belong to me." You nodded, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. "I'm yours, daddy," you cried out, the name slipping from your lips without thinking. Jongho's eyes widened in surprise, but then a dark look crossed his face. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"Say it again," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

"Daddy," you repeated, your voice trembling with need. "I'm your little slut, daddy. Only yours." Jongho's grip on your chin tightened, his pace becoming more brutal as he fucked you even harder. "That's right," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "You're my little girl, my perfect little cock sleeve. I'm going to use you however I want, whenever I want." He flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and positioning you on all fours. He slammed into you from behind, his hands gripping your waist as he pounded into you mercilessly.

"You like being used like this, don't you?" he asked, his hand coming down to spank your ass. "You like being my little plaything, my little toy to play with." You gasped at the sting of the spank, your ass turning red from the impact. "Yes, daddy! I love it!" you moaned, arching your back to take him deeper. Jongho chuckled and continued to spank you, alternating between cheeks until they were both sore and sensitive. "Such a naughty girl," he said, his hand moving down to rub your clit. "You're getting off on this, aren't you? You love being punished."

"I'm gonna cum, princess," he warned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax. "Gonna fill you up with my seed and mark you as mine." You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, and you knew he was about to explode. "Please, daddy," you begged, "please cum inside me. I need it."

Jongho let out a loud groan as he reached his peak, his body tensing up as he released his hot load deep inside you. He continued to thrust, riding out his orgasm as he filled you with his cum. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, his chest pressed against your back.

"You're so good for me," he whispered, pressing kisses along your shoulder. "Such a good girl, taking all of my cum like a good little slut." He slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum trickled down your thighs. "Look at the mess you made," he said, smirking as he ran his fingers through it. "I should keep you like this, all marked up and dirty for me."

He flipped you over again, looking down at you with a satisfied smile. "You're so beautiful like this," he said, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "All fucked out and ruined." He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. "But you're not done yet, are you?" he asked, his hand trailing down to your pussy.

[jerzwriter]

Thank you to @snoopdogcone for this prompt for @choicesprompts Flufftober event! (Day out with baby)

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Ethan x Kaycee (F!MC) Rating: General Words: 865 Summary: Kaycee and Ethan introduce baby Emma to some of her mother's favorite things.

A/N: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge crisp air, apple cider, pumpkins, laughter, and cuddling.

Autumn was Kaycee’s season. Ever since she was a little girl, the changing leaves signaled that her favorite time of year had arrived. It was time for crisp days, pumpkin picking, hot cider, and orange lights twinkling throughout her neighborhood. And it wasn’t limited to her childhood. With each passing year, Kaycee loved fall more and more. Now,  with a daughter of her own, she was eager to share all of it with her.

While Ethan was fully on board with introducing Emma to his wife's favorite things, he thought she was still a little too young; the autumn exploration could surely wait until next year, but Kaycee was undeterred. So, on a bright and clear autumn day, he found himself loading the stroller into the back of his SUV before anxiously buckling Emma into her car seat. Checking and double-checking every buckle and strap to ensure they were perfectly in place.  

“Ready, love?” Kaycee smiled when she saw Ethan’s expression. It was tense, even for him.

“Almost,” he replied, adjusting the strap one last time before closing the door. “I still say she’s too young for this. Why can't we just take her for a walk through Boston Commons instead?”

Kaycee chuckled as she climbed into the front seat. “Because if I don’t start breaking you of your overprotectiveness now, Emma won’t want anything to do with you by the time she turns thirteen, and that would break your heart. So, essentially, I’m looking out for you, babe.”

He shot her a look filled with both playfulness and annoyance. “Well, is it my fault that you gave birth to the most precious little girl ever? I’m only doing what I have to do in order to keep her safe.”

“All of this from the man who didn’t see children in his future,” Kaycee laughed as Ethan let out a woeful sigh.

“Did you ever think part of the reason I took that stance was I knew the insanity that would ensue?”

“Good point,” she smiled, taking his hand and chuckling as he shooed it away. “I know, I know,” she surrendered. “That’s a safety hazard!”

“Well, it is!” he defended.

“Mmm. Do I need to remind you of the things we used to do while you were driving?”

“Not in front of Emma,” he smirked, kissing Kaycee’s hand the moment they were safely stopped at a red light.

While Kaycee was in a buoyant mood when they left their condo, it didn't compare to her excitement as Boston's cityscape morphed into a more rustic tableau dotted with the oranges, yellows, and reds that made her heart sing. Their favorite pumpkin patch was only a short drive out of the city, and with Emma babbling softly in the backseat, both of her parents were sure this was going to be their best trip yet.

When they arrived, they bundled Emma in her soft pumpkin sweater and the family was off to explore. Ethan pushed the stroller with one hand, and the other rested gently on Kaycee’s back as they meandered through rows of pumpkins, their breath visible in the cool air.

Emma’s eyes were wide as she took in the vibrant colors surrounding her. “Look at her,” Ethan said, voice filled with awe. “Look at how curious she is! I swear, she’s going to be walking any day now.”

“Of course she is, love,” Kaycee laughed, handing Emma a tiny pumpkin. But Ethan took it away the second it landed in her mouth, and the hand-sanitizing wipes flew out of the diaper bag.

They picked a few of their favorite pumpkins and smiled for family selfies that would soon line the shelves in their condo. Later, they sat down in a quiet corner by the hay bales to enjoy some seasonal snacks. Kaycee leaned against Ethan, who was discussing the merits of hot cider, while Emma kicked her little legs with excitement.

“We needed this,” she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “This was a good idea.”

Ethan kissed the top of her head. “You’re right. We need to do this more often.”

Kaycee pulled back, her eyes wide. “Go pumkin picking?!”

“If necessary,” he chuckled. “But I meant taking time just be. To enjoy our time as a family.”

Kaycee nodded, feeling her heart fill with joy in the tender moment. Despite the uncertainties, anxiety, and exhaustion that came with being new parents, there was also this, and this was more than she ever hoped for.

“Next year's going to be even better,” Kaycee smiled. “She’ll be running all over, and we’ll be trying to keep up with her. At least you will, old man.”

Ethan's eyes narrowed. “You mean the old man who’s up for a run at the crack of dawn as his millennial wife grumbles incoherently in her sleep?”

“All right, you’ve got me there,” she surrendered, nudging his shoulder with her own. “So, I’ll let you chase after her. I’ll just pretend as I eat pumpkin donuts.”

“That works for me,” Ethan laughed.

They watched as the autumn sun dipped in the sky, knowing what was most important—simple moments like this that would live in their hearts forever.

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Tagging others separately.

[goddessofwaifus]

Honestly, how shinichiro managed to worm his way into my heart still surprises me...

He deserves love too! Nobody is "normal" by any standard so how does such a cute weirdo like him get rejected 20 times?! Whatever if none of the girls who rejected him want him, I guess that means no competition for being his one and only 😏 This one is for my shinichiro lovers!!! He may be a loser but he can get a w while being a lovable dork. If takemichi can get bitches, then it shouldn't be out of the question that the same can apply for Shin!

Premise- You're walking in the usual crowded halls and there you bump into the boy who every girl gossips about at school. He's weird, he doesn't know how to talk to women, he's been rejected 20 times... Wait what? How does that happen?!

The only real thing I should note for this little fic is that you and Wakasa are familiar with one another. The relationship can be familial or platonic. Might give some background in a follow up part if anyone is interested in exploring that aspect in detail. Reader,as usual,is gender neutral for inclusion of all who read.

Lose to win

Shinichiro Sano x Reader

How many dates would you go on with this guy? Honest answer for the shinichiro simps out there, I know you're out there!

Personally, I'd go on however many dates he wants. If none of those girls want him, I'll take him myself 🙄 their loss

Honestly school is shit. Especially when you're the subject of gossip and your friends have better luck with pulling than you. That was the case for Shinichiro Sano. Poor guy had been rejected 20 times, he was about ready to give up and just fully dedicate himself to the gang life with his love for bikes. Walking down the hall with him were his friends Wakasa Imaushi, Takeomi Akashi, and Keizo Arashi (Benkei).

"Honestly Shin, I'm starting to worry about ya bud. You are just woman repellant, I feel so sorry for you."

"Maybe his charisma just doesn't work on girls? You really need to stop letting your intrusive thoughts win, man... Girls avoid you like the plague and I don't need you scarin' off the bad bitch I snagged this week..."

"You'll find someone eventually. Girls are picky. If it doesn't work out, who knows? Maybe datin' ain't it for you. If not, you got us! We can go out and kick some ass! Cheer up man!"

Shinichiro gave a small smile to Benkei 's attempt to lighten the mood. He gave a frown to Waka and Takeomi, feeling the white-haired boy give him a light punch to his arm with a chuckle. Some friends they are, he joked until he felt an impact with his chest that prompted him to stop with his friends pausing as well. You had bumped into him on your way to class and bowed your head, embarrassed for getting in his way.

"Sorry... I wasn't watching where I was going. I didn't mean to bump into you! I'll get out of your way... Sorry for the inconvenience. I'll-"

"No no you're fine! This hallway is pretty crowded so it was inevitable for this to happen."

Shinichiro laughed, rubbing the back of his neck while his friends looked down at you. You were going to move aside and continue your trip to your classroom when Wakasa spoke to you.

"Yo y/n, before we let you go off to class, I got a question for ya. You got a type?"

The question was completely out of left field so it flustered you a bit. What kind of question was that? Wakasa is prone to asking odd questions, sometimes to perform his own personal social experiments among other students or simply for his own personal reasons. Maybe to try and see what kind of person they are? You'll never know, Waka has always been aloof and a bit mysterious in your time of knowing him. You shrug and figure maybe this was a test of his, so you'll bite.

"In partners? I guess it doesn't really matter as long as they're not an absolute dickhead or douchebag just looking for some ass. I can't stand people like that..."

You trailed off as you had glanced up at Shinichiro who looked like he wanted to be swallowed up by the floor beneath him. You slowly put the pieces together as you remembered overhearing girls giggling and laughing or gagging in over exaggerated disgust about some boy named Shinichiro who had supposedly asked them out, but they either blew him off or he somehow screwed up his chance by saying something weird that creeped them out/ turned them off from pursuing anything with semblance to a date. You then glanced over to Wakasa as you were now curious to see where he was going with the question now answered.

"You've probably heard around the hallways, but this guy has had an unlucky streak with the ladies. Unlike everyone else, you're one of the nice ones here on campus. You can probably see where I'm going with this."

You nodded, looking back at the embarrassed delinquent busying his gaze with the floor to avoid looking at his friend who was smirking slightly at the response. A gentle tilt of the chin upwards was almost enough to put the boy into cardiac arrest as he instinctively swallowed against your hold. His charcoal eyes meet your (e/c) ones in hesitation,you can see the anxiety building behind them. He watched your lips as you spoke your next words, his ears at attention.

"Shinichiro Sano. 20 rejections? What did you do to scare them off?"

"Too honest and open."

"Speaks before he thinks."

"Being himself is apparently the worst advice to give him..."

You weren't expecting the three boys to list every fuck up the guy made for every girl he potentially had interest in. You almost felt bad for his string of bad luck, but you figured Waka chose you for the most obvious reason.

You didn't have the best track record with dating either. Although you don't like to admit it, you can sympathize with the guy. Girls, as a joke or genuinely, have warned/told you not to get involved with Shinichiro. Social suicide they said, you'll never be able to eat with the little friends or acquaintances you have due to associating with the weirdo, he's not worth it, and so many other disheartening things they spewed from their mouths.

Who were they to tell you not to give the guy a chance? Half of the girls spouting that crap are either dating his friends, fucking with them, or haven't gone out with the guy and are simply regurgitating what everyone else is saying so they don't get the side-eyed by the ones who started spreading the information around. Some say he's bad in bed, others say he's not loyal, one girl said she couldn't stand the smell of smoke from his cigarettes, another said he's impulsive, and so on. They all had something to say about him, never positive things. You would decide, not them. You had a mind of your own and you could tell a person's intentions based on their behavior.

So what if he's bad in bed? Sex ain't everything in a relationship after all.

Most of the girls couldn't say anything about being unfaithful to their lovers when the hypocrisy in their words couldn't have been any louder.

You honestly couldn't say anything about the cigarette smell, but he should quit while his lungs are still healthy and taking in oxygen as they should. The smell is an easy fix, just spritz cologne lightly and it should overpower the nicotine. Some girls don't mind the smell or taste.

As for the impulsive part, that comes with being a teenager. Hormones play a part as well as other factors. You were a bit impulsive yourself so maybe every now and then you say something wild or out of turn that would have the class eyeing you like hawks and wishing you could vanish right then and there in the moment. Perfectly natural for both men, women, and those in between. Nothing new, nothing bad.

Half of the things they listed weren't heinous or anything worth slandering his name for. If not to put these stupid rumors to rest, then just to satisfy your buzzing questions and learn more about the boy who supposedly repels girls away instead of attracting. You don't know what the fuss is about, he's a good looking guy and from the times you've passed by him and his friends, he's a pretty chill and easygoing person. He's never caused trouble, his grades are decent, has no problem with making friends, and you wouldn't assume he's the type of guy who goes around beating up other students to assert his dominance and show off his strength. Shinichiro Sano seems like your average guy who might,one day, work as a mechanic.

"You're L/n-san, right? Y/N? Y-you don't have to if you don't want to... I wouldn't want to waste your time or bring down your reputation by asking you out. I'd only cause problems for you and the guilt would eat at me..."

"What are you talking about? What reputation? I'm not losing anything from going out with you. If anything, I think I wanna be the first girl to ask you out for a date~ If that's alright with you."

You stopped his train of thought right then and there, a smile he swore took the breath from his lungs and made his heart thump hard enough to nearly trigger a panic in him. You asking him ,out of all the guys at school, on a date? He swears up and down his face has never been so hot and red like a cherry tomato before. The smugness of his best friends couldn't have been so loud and visible to the raven-haired delinquent.

It's a big deal because, while you aren't picky about who you date and go out with, you still have standards and on top of that, major trust issues as a result of relationships that have crashed and burned for many reasons you don't want to think about or remember right now.

"Is it cool if I join you guys for lunch period? For once, I don't wanna eat by myself like I usually do. Maybe I can also get to know the gossip topic himself better so I have a better read of him. I have a fairly good idea of who he is,but I wanna hear it from his mouth for myself."

"Y-yeah! It's perfectly fine for you to hang with us! T-the more the merrier right?"

He can't get any cuter or be more of a dork, you thought to yourself with a soft smile. The boys walked you to class and you breezed through most of the lectures with ease. Before you can even squeeze in a little nap, it's lunchtime and unlucky for you, you completely forgot to make yourself lunch this morning before you took off towards the school grounds. You sighed in disappointment,trudging to the roof as you also didn't have enough money for even a little snack to suffice. All you brought with you on the way up was your sketchbook for doodling while you ate, but maybe today was looking up for you.

"Hey. You made it...Did you forget to make yourself lunch before you went to bed again last night?"

The look on your face gave Wakasa his answer, he chuckled as Shinichiro had been telling Benkei that he was saving the extra bento he made to hopefully give to someone (preferably someone who was a good cook) as a taste tester for his cooking. Ever since his little brother and sister started teasing him about being a bad cook, he had become determined to improve his culinary skills in the kitchen to get his rotten little siblings off his back and prove he was a good cook. The lunch he made tasted fine to him, however a second opinion was needed due to his taste being an "unreliable source" to his siblings and grandfather. No more takeout, he would learn to cook for them. Plus, it makes good practice.

"Alright, what idea kept you up this time? I'm assumin' ya jotted it down in your handy sketchbook so let me have a look and see."

While Benkei was distracted by whatever you had stayed up late to work on instead of getting your precious sleep, Takeomi saw the extra lunch Shinichiro made as a perfect opening for the two of you. He nudged their leader and nodded his head over to you to signal him into seizing the golden opportunity to learn more about you. The messy haired bundle of nerves that was Shinichiro gave a subtle nod to his friend's encouragement, sighing deeply as Wakasa sat on one side of you and Benkei sat by Takeomi. You and Shinichiro were sat in the middle as the five of you sat against the fence walls along the school rooftop, Waka seeming to get the same idea that Takeomi had when he remembered the extra bento his friend was holding onto.

"Uh hey Y/n? So I've gotten into cooking recently on account of wanting to get better at it for my lil siblings and grandpa. S-since you forgot to make lunch for today, I figured maybe you could try the extra one I made and have that if you like it. If it's cool with you, I wanna see what you were working on last night too in exchange. If you're not cool with that, I'll still give you the lunch either way!"

You nodded, a bit nervous about showing him the doodles and pieces you scribbled away in the confines of your sketchbook, but you figured it wouldn't hurt for him to see. You didn't think you were the best artist and admittedly didn't think you were good at cooking to really be a good judge of taste testing. Wakasa would shut down any and all belittling of your skills, be your number one cheerleader, and encourage you to pursue your hobby. If you didn't think you were the best cook, shut up. How dare you call his friend a bad cook? He should have you cook something for him and he'll judge it for himself.

Shinichiro traded you the lunch for your sketchbook under the single condition that he didn't laugh and make fun of what you worked on until 2 in the morning before finally falling asleep upon satisfaction of your finished product. Let it be known that you rarely show anyone your work on account of being laughed at and/or bullied for the subject matter of your pieces. You were an anime fan, you liked to watch anime at night and often imagined scenarios between you and your favorite characters from the media, if inspiration struck (more often than not as you're getting ready to go to bed) you would draw said idea in your sketchbook, erasing and redrawing line after line until it looked exactly like your daydream or was close enough to it.

Watching with held breath as the charcoal eyes of Shin glided across the page where your latest piece from the night before sat. He admired each line you drew, the expressions, poses, no space on the filled canvas was left untouched by the observant eyesight of the gang leader. You were so worried about what he thought about your artwork that you hadn't touched the lunch he gave to you. What did he think of the doodles you made? Was he gonna laugh at you too? So many questions flow into your mind, filling your stomach with dread and slowly regretting handing over your sketches.

"I recognize this character! I've seen the anime before, but I can't remember the name. God... What's it called? Oh! A/n (Anime/name)! It was really good!"

"You've seen that anime? Y-you watch anime? I didn't think you were the type to be into that."

"Well, I remember reading the manga for it and thinking 'what's the anime like?' so I watched it and I got invested! This art is really cool! I like the way you drew them, is this your character in the anime? They look really nice."

You smiled, nodding as Shinichiro didn't need you to tell him what was what. He did notice you hadn't touched the lunch he made yet, he looked through the other pages before he was satisfied with taking in your work and committing it to his memory.

Eventually, you opened the bento and found delicious food inside,wafting to your nostrils and making you salivate from the aroma. Shinichiro watched you drool over what he cooked this morning,pride blooming in his chest at the sense of accomplishment but he needed to know if you would eat it. He needed you to take a bite and give him your thoughts on how it came out. Now you were the one being observed closely with bated breath by Shinichiro as you thanked him for the food, bringing a portion up to your lips taking a bite of what you grabbed. The flavor made you tear up with a smile, chewing thoughtfully to savor the taste in your mouth.

You won't forget the looks on their faces as Wakasa cackled from the range of emotion in his friends in response to what you said about Shinichiro and his food. Shinichiro was redder than a strawberry and trying to cover his face, Benkei nearly spit out his food from how wild your response to the food was, and Takeomi was just as flabbergasted if not in utter disbelief at what came out of your mouth. Once Wakasa could breathe somewhat and finally wipe the laugh tears from his lavender eyes, all the snow haired boy had to say was:

"I told you you weren't the only one who blurts out weird shit on impulse! I tooold you!!!"

You hadn't even realized what you said until you saw Shin turn into a tomato with his coal eyes wide open in shock and other things in the mix. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't flattered by the comment on his cooking. It meant he was improving and his practice was starting to pay off. Did you really love what he cooked that much? If so, he'd make a personal note to try and cook more for you in the future. Maybe he could even taste your cooking one day if the date was still gonna happen and it went well. The date was still on and you'd make sure it was fun for the both of you. This date would be the best one that you and Shinichiro had ever been on.

"Ready to go?"

You gave Shinichiro a nod, looking forward to how this date would pan out. Even if the date didn't go well, you would give him the opportunity to take you on another one to make up for it. The two of you had fun riding around together, watching the world pass by as you were behind him on the bike. He'd check on you every few minutes to make sure you were okay, slow down if he felt you were nervous about the speed he was going, he was very accommodating and that alone made the afternoon all the more enjoyable for you.

Shinichiro took you to the movie theater, you had tickets but wouldn't tell him what movie you were seeing. You wanted it to be a surprise,and you had good seats in the back with a perfect view of the screen as long as no one blocked it in the middle row. You two had all kinds of snacks and the best part about this theater was the security doing their job to ensure the watchers had a good time which meant they made sure everyone turned off their phones or put them on silent. If they didn't, well they would "mysteriously lose signal" on their phones and would be forced to go outside to get better reception. If they brought noisy kids, quiet them down or leave. If you stepped out of the viewing room for any other reason besides going to the bathroom or getting more snacks for the movie, you weren't allowed back inside to avoid disrupting the movie for everyone else.

If the adults who were disregarding the viewing room rules of turning off their phones brought kids, the children would have to leave with the parents or whomever the adult in attendance was. They were serious about their jobs and they too respect the rules of the viewing rooms. You had gotten mildly annoyed because as the movie was getting good, that's when the wailing of upset babies, ringing phones, and loud talking began.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Wakasa happened to be in the watch room with the two of you, acting as the discreet wing man once he spotted you both on the way in. Waka did his part and helped jam the signals of any moviegoers who were on the phone when they shouldn't have been. Many complaints followed by irritated teens and adults alike exited the theater to get better reception to their dropped calls or messages they couldn't send, falling into the trap of being kicked out via signal jammers. If they came with kids, the kids would be escorted to their families to avoid the risk of leaving them unsupervised. It's not like they would be allowed to come back inside once they were out anyway.

With the amount of noise now back at acceptable levels, you could hear the movie and enjoy your large shared bucket of popcorn that you got for the two of you to share. Although you both weren't focused on the movie, moreso on one another as you both softly conversed in the back row while munching on your snacks and sipping your respective drinks. Really, you two were using the time to get better acquainted with one another by learning about your common interests and what lives you two lived. By the time you two noticed the movie was nearly over, you felt kinda bad for not watching it because you didn't know what the movie was about.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when Shinichiro admitted he wasn't really focused either. He'd already seen the movie several times so it didn't really matter, but he still had a great time with you and that's all that really mattered at the end of the day. The movie could have been absolute garbage and he'd much rather talk with you than watch it because he really liked you. You'll admit that,on some level, part of you is happy that other girls aren't attracted to Shinichiro and think they're out of his league. Because you aren't too sure you'd have been able to compete otherwise if there had been anyone else that was interested. If it were up to you, you'd keep this handsome,dorky sweetheart of a boy all to yourself and Shinichiro wouldn't mind it. If this is what being loved feels like, then he's all yours and how can he refuse someone as sweet as you if you ever suggested being his one and only lover? He can't and he won't.

I hope I did Shinichiro justice 👉👈 Same with Wakasa and the other boys too, they haven't been animated yet but with how they act in the manga, I assume they're a couple of bros that fuck around and tease their leader about his failing love life. They might shit on him for it but hey, they aren't your friends if they don't at least try to help set you up with someone they think you have a shot with or try to cheer you up if you've been rejected back to back. Bros roast each other but they've got each other's backs when they need it.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     INTERSTELLAR PROMPTS   !    

a self indulgent meme based on interstellar (part 2). feel free to change pronouns / details as needed  !

❛ we've got each other. ❜

❛ look at that perfect planet. we're not gonna find another one like her. ❜

❛ is a tiger evil because it rips a gazelle to pieces? ❜

❛ this crew represents the best aspects of humanity. ❜

❛ don't stay up too late. ❜

❛ we can't spare the resources. ❜

❛ i've been waiting a long time to be up here. ❜

❛ you are literally wasting your breath. ❜

❛ why are you whispering? ❜

❛ everything wants us dead. we're just not supposed to be here. ❜

❛ we're explorers, on the greatest ocean of all. ❜

❛ so we've got a pretty good idea what we're gonna find on the other side? ❜

❛ say it, don't spray it. ❜

❛ who put it here? who do we thank? ❜

❛ any trick to this? ❜

❛ the others made it, right? ❜

❛ thanks for the confidence boost. ❜

❛ they won't help you in here. ❜

❛ all we can do is record and observe. ❜

❛ that's easy for you to say. ❜

❛ you don't have anyone back on earth waiting for you, do you? ❜

❛ you have no idea what's easy for me. ❜

❛ going down there is going to cost us. ❜

❛ you don't find that every day. ❜

❛ no time for monkey business down there. ❜

❛ don't worry, i wouldn't leave you behind. ❜

❛ a literal heart of darkness... ❜

❛ don't say much, do you? ❜

❛ the answer's there, just no way to see it. ❜

❛ wanna get in fast, don't we? ❜

❛ hands where i can see them! ❜

❛ what're you waiting for? go! ❜

❛ those aren't mountains... they're waves. ❜

❛ you don't have time! ❜

❛ get back here! now! ❜

❛ i told you to leave me. ❜

❛ difference is, only one of us was thinking about the mission. ❜

❛ i was trying to do the right thing! ❜

❛ whats this gonna cost us? ❜

❛ we're not prepared for this. ❜

❛ you're a bunch of eggheads with the survival skills of a boy-scout troop. ❜

❛ we're stuck here till there won't be anyone left on earth to save. ❜

❛ don't just shake your head at me! ❜

❛ time is relative — it can stretch and it can squeeze — but it can't run backwards. ❜

❛ could they be talking to us from the future? ❜

❛ i'm sorry. i screwed up. ❜

❛ i wasn't much of a parent, but i understood the most important thing — let your kids feel safe. ❜

❛ i've waited years. ❜

❛ i thought i was prepared. ❜

❛ there's nothing here for us. ❜

❛ why didn't you sleep? ❜

❛ i stopped believing you were coming back. ❜

❛ something seems wrong about dreaming your life away. ❜

❛ we've been receiving, but nothing gets out. ❜

❛ just start at the beginning. ❜

❛ i've got a surprise for you. ❜

❛ you're not listening to this. i know that. ❜

❛ you're gone. you're never coming back. and i've known that for a long time. ❜

❛ it'd be a real good time for you to come back. ❜

❛ i didn't mean to intrude. ❜

❛ i've never seen you in here before. ❜

❛ i've never been in here before. ❜

❛ i just had something i wanted to get out. ❜

❛ i know they're still out there. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of death. i'm afraid of time. ❜

❛ are you calling my life's work nonsense? ❜

❛ love isn't something we invented — it's observable, powerful. why shouldn't it mean something? ❜

❛ love is the one thing we’re capable of perceiving that transcends dimensions of time and space. maybe we should trust that, even if we can’t yet understand it. ❜

❛ if you're wrong, you'll have a very personal decision to make. ❜

❛ you might have to decide between seeing your children again and the future of the human race. ❜

❛ all these years... all these people counted on me. i let you all down. ❜

❛ i'll finish what you started. ❜

❛ you left us here. to die. ❜

❛ pray you never learn just how good it can be to see another face. ❜

❛ you have literally raised me from the dead. ❜

❛ with our situation, there's not much hope of any other rescue. ❜

❛ tell us about your world. ❜

❛ some things aren't meant to be known. ❜

❛ we can care deeply, selflessly for people we know, but our empathy rarely extends beyond our line of sight. ❜

❛ we are the future. ❜

❛ i'm still trying to solve this. ❜

❛ you'd do this for us? ❜

❛ a trip into the unknown requires improvisation. ❜

❛ at the very moment of death, your mind pushes a little harder to survive. ❜

❛ none of this turned out the way it was supposed to. ❜

❛ i'm sorry — i can't let you leave. ❜

❛ you fucking coward. ❜

❛ you're gonna save the human race? really? how? ❜

❛ take your stuff and go. ❜

❛ don't — you'll kill us both. ❜

❛ please don't judge me — you were never tested like i was. ❜

❛ that survival instinct — that's what drove me. ❜

❛ you're feeling it, aren't you? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, i can't watch you go through this — i thought i could. ❜

❛ i'm still here. i'm here for you. ❜

❛ i'm sorry. we should've followed your instincts. ❜

❛ this is no time for caution. ❜

❛ there's good news and bad news. ❜

❛ the only way humans have ever figured out of getting somewhere is to leave something behind. ❜

❛ you have to leave something behind. ❜

❛ we don't have much time! ❜

❛ you goddamn fool. ❜

❛ everybody on earth is going to die! ❜

❛ take it slow. remember you're no spring chicken anymore. ❜

❛ you were extremely lucky. ❜

❛ nobody believed me, but i knew you'd come back. ❜

[moirindeclermont]

Day 30!!! Final day of this BridgertonS3 Polin Kinktober. Prompt is Sex pollen modern AU (but consensual, we like consent here).

Just a reminder, we start on Monday with the first longer fic, spanning six days. All I can tease is that Colin is a Vampire and Pen is... Someone who loves puns, stakes and Vampires as well (well, one vampire). From here until Monday I have plenty of memes to share!! Enjoy this one (and as always, thank you for everything)!

Colin Bridgerton, her long time crush and best friend told her he bought a plant for her new apartment. He was also so kind he helped her settle the plant in her living room. It was a nice plant. He told her it was a caryota mintis* and there are legends around the plant. Allegedly, the pollen in the air can cause a state of lust and lack of inhibitions. He shook the plant, the pollen spreading... She did laugh with him, after all, who believe such a thing as sex pollen can exist?

They were on the sofa, looking at a movie together, when she felt suddenly hot. Scorching hot. Pen looked at Colin, who also seemed in a similar state. She looked at his lips... So inviting and just there, but she stopped. She felt feverish.

"Colin, something is wrong..." She said, and Colin nodded "I feel it too. What's happening?"

She looked around her apartment, until her eyes caught the plant. No, no, no.

"Colin... Maybe the plant." He shook his head. "It can't be."

She didn't care what was the cause, to be honest. She needed to be touched. She felt like she was going to explore of he didn't touch her, "Colin... Please."

He shook his head again. "I can't Pen. Not like this."

She pouted. "Please."

"I waited too long for our first time to be like this, Pen. You must resist."

That pause her for a moment. "What?"

He seemed skittish now, almost embarrassed. "Colin, tell me."

If she had to suffer, at least knowing why would have been nice.

He seemed troubled, but then he started to talk. "Pen, I'm your best friend. But... I want to be more than that. So much more." He was looking at her with such intensity her heart skipped a beat. She got close to him, almost in his space. "Colin, you're my best friend as well. And there is nothing that would make me happier than be more than friends."

His hand was on her cheek and she stopped breathing for a moment.

"Can I kiss you, Pen?" She nodded.

She had waited some years to experience this kiss. She had time to imagine it over and over again. The reality was, quite frankly, so much better. Their passion, so long buried, came alive. She moaned into the kiss, the hot fever coming again but this time she knew it would be satisfied. They kissed and kissed until Colin's knees buckled against the sofa. They separated for a moment, both their eyes barely containing the lust they felt.

Colin took his shirt and pants out, a hard outline already visible, making her gulp. She took out her shirt and skirt, unclasped her bra and looked at him. Colin was looking at her like... A supplicant may have watched Venus. She knew she will never forget that moment. He sat in the sofa, and she went on his lap, grinding her hips to find a bit of relief. They both moaned at the contact, Colin's hands went straight to her breasts, cupping them slowly and pinching her nipples.

"Pen, you're so gorgeous," he said before kissing her again, his mouth then descending on her neck and then further down, taking the hard bud in his mouth. She felt wild. She felt free. Sex was not like this for her. She was just so sure that Colin loved her that she didn't have to hide anything from him. Pen glided her hand through his hair, making him looking at her in awe.

She felt even hotter. And so wet.

"I want you Colin!"

He took her in his arms and in a few steps they were in her bed.

They paused just to remove each other knickers. Pen was already pumping him slowly, licking her lips. "Later, love. I want to come inside you." He said to her, making her shiver.

She laid down on the bed, spreading her legs open for him. "Make me yours."

He touched her inner thighs, but both were too strung out to tease. Colin pushed a finger inside her, then another one when he felt no resistance. "Fück Pen. So wet. For me?" She nodded. "Only for you. Always."

She threw her head back as he started pumping in and out. "Coliiiin. I need you."

Colin kissed her, making her taster herself on his fingers, before aligning himself and push. Full. So full. Pen lifted her legs and put her heels on his lower back, pushing him even deeper.

"We'll have time to make love, Colin. Now, just fùck me."

"Shit," Colin sweared, but starting driving into her with strong and powerful thrusts that made her sigh and moan louder than she ever known.

They both knew it was going to end soon. But they also knew it would be just the first round. They both exploded after some minutes, panting hard in each other mouths as their 0rgasm overcome them.

They laughed. "To think I have to thank a plant for this," he told her, kissing her deeply. It was a long night indeed for both of them when they finally fell asleep in each other arms.

They moved the plant in their bedroom after that day.

*the plant does exist and it is slightly toxic, however it doesn't have those effects.

And if you're still reading, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Can't wait to start sharing new stories with you all 💓

[ac3ofspad3s-on-ao3]

Today's fic friday is about: Money Can't Buy Happiness

MCBH was born from a whump prompt I saw on tumblr and like my other fics I could talk about everything I'd change now but that's fucking boring. So let's talk about the wider implications and also the sequel that's somewhere deep in my google drive.

Specifically, the dynamic of Kristin and Wilbur vs Phil and Tecchno.

Kristin is the Queen, Wilbur is the Prince and to the world outside the castle Phil and Techno are nothing more than their loyal guards, and slaves.

Like, it's kind of an open secret that Prince Wilbur and later Prince Tommy are Phil's sons. But if anyone were to voice that, well Kristin's the queen and that kind of accusation is an act of treason and treason means death. So no one says shit.

But like, it's pretty obvious, but even though it's obvious Phil and Techno are both hybrids, second class citizens, third class citizens really because they're legally property.

And the implications, oh the implications of first Techno and then Tommy not understanding what the fuck is going on because no one fucking explains it.

Techno who was bought but only after Phil pointed out every little flaw he could find to knock down the price. He doesn't understand that Phil's trying to help, that he had to bring down the price somehow so that he could buy Techno on Kristin's behalf. Then he's stuck thinking that the Queen will realize that he's as useless as Phil made him out to be and throw him out.

Prince Wilbur is covered in gold and despite the Queen and Phil being nice to him, giving him his own room, nice clothes and food from the neather Techno doesn't have any gold. They give Wilbur so much, but he's not given any so they must hate him or are waiting for him to fuck up so that they can get rid of him once and for all, maybe sell him to someone else. It gets cleared up eventually, he gets his gold and starts to feel like they won't throw him out.

Tommy's own misunderstanding of the dynamic was going to be explored in the sequel. A five year old who doesn't understand why his big brother Technoblade and his father stop smiling and hugging him when other people are around, how they call him Prince Theseus when ten minutes ago they were calling him Tommy and he was sitting in Techno's lap while he read him a story.

He gets so upset when he tries to hug Techno in the market but Techno doesn't return the hug, he just stands still and lets it happen. It's the same with Phil he'll give Tommy a little pat on the shoulder or carry him when he's tired but it's not the same as when it's just them. He's still so formal, he called Tommy by his full name and while he's still smiling it lacks that love and familiarity it has when it's just the family.

I was going to have someone eventually sit down with Tommy and explain it all in child friendly terms, I was thinking Phil at the time but I think Wilbur would be better. After all he experienced the same thing with Phil when he was a kid. I'm not sure on the ending, I think Tommy would understand but also hate it because it's not fair. Which could be good to lead into a third instalment maybe.

There was also a prequal considered for how Kristin and Phil met but that's been much less thought out and I have no plans to write the sequel much less a third installment, maybe some day. Maybe I'll rewrite the first and make it a trilogy of sorts but I doubt it.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Puzzle - Thea x Theo x Arthur

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays!

This one was a fun one! Need to write Thea and her boys more often!

Pure fluff down below the cute. Content warning for pregnancy explored in this prompt.

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There were days when it was endlessly frustrating to be in love with two intelligent men. Arthur could pick up on clues as quickly as his fictional creation and Theo, she swears, he has a nose for noticing change in the air. If one didn't pick up on something, the other usually did.

However, Thea decided to put their skills to the test and see which one of them would catch on first.

She started off subtle with small changes to her appearance. She knew the tricks from her studies in history and she used them to her advantage. A ribbon tied looser than usual, a moved button or two, a sudden preference for ruffles were easy enough cheats, but now she was getting bolder with her hints.

With Arthur, she played coy with him at a small party Le Comte was hosting. A teal shawl that never left her shoulders that night no matter how much the author insisted on kissing her neck. With Theo, she wore her hair down to meet with his clients, where she would usually wear her hair up before. When he asked her about it, she said she wanted a little change of pace, wanted to try something a little different today. When both of them spotted her in the parlor sewing, she claimed it was commission pieces, the lady liked her work and wanted some jackets made for her newly born grandson for his christening.

Neither of them seemed the wiser. She knew she couldn't keep it secret forever, not with their sharp senses nor with how fast she was changing (was it supposed to happen this fast?), but it was a fun game thus far, she almost didn't want it to end.

The final day of her game, she knew the two of them suspected something. Aside from the building hints over the last few weeks, she had turned down going to the pub with them, claiming she wasn't feeling up for it. They then offered to stay with her if she wasn't feeling well, but she insisted they go on without her. Have fun! she said. Drink a pint for me!

Once the door had closed behind them, she headed upstairs where her sewing supplies waited for her. She stripped down to her stays, the white linen fabric and blue ribbons thankfully still accommodating, but it, too, was getting snug around her middle. 

"Adjustment time!"

Setting her notebook and pencil on her vanity, Thea then pulls out her measuring tape and wraps it around herself, one end at her belly button while the other dangles towards the floor, her fingers sliding the cloth ruler to meet her other hand. When she pulls the tape away to read the number, her eyes widen.

"This much in a week?!" she exclaimed. "That can't be right…"

She looked at the numbers in her notebook and measured herself again, finding the number the same as before, which was indeed larger than the previously written notation. She sighed and looked down at herself, putting her hands on her hips.

"You're not making this any easier, you know."

"Who's not making what easier?" A voice said behind her, strong arms wrapping around her.

Thea squeaked in alarm.

"Theo!?"

"Oh, is this what you were doing without us here?" Arthur's voice popped up, his blue eyes filling her vision.

"I thought you left?!"

"Change of plans, love. Turns out whatever you're doing is a lot more interesting than whatever gossip we could get at the pub." Arthur glanced at the notebook and tape measure on the desk, seeming innocuous enough on their own. "What… are you doing, exactly?"

"I… want to make a new dress? For myself? Why would that be weird?"

"We never said it was."

"You've also got the dress form made with your measurements from Le Comte." Theo said, "why do you need your measurements again?"

"M-maybe I wanted something more form-fitting and tight? It's all the rage in Paris right now! Gotta keep up with the times, you know? A-and I wanted to be sure before I did any cutting?"

"You don't sound very sure about wanting to be sure." said Arthur as he glanced the notebook again.

"What's weird about taking measurements again to be completely sure? Measure twice, cut once! That's how that saying goes-" 

"Hmm… is this ribbon new?" Theo said, tugging at the blue ribbon at her waist.

"…Could be?" Thea said. "Le Comte buys me so many things, it's hard to keep track of it all-"

"It's pretty long, Hondje."

"Something wrong with long ribbons?"

"You're being very defensive right now."

"Well, you're being real nosy right now."

"And I don't remember your stays being that snug on you."

"Now that's just rude, Theo!"

"Thea, love." Arthur said gently, turning her face towards him. "Is there something you want to tell us?"

"No?"

"You're lying, love."

"No more hiding it, Hondje."

Thea looked between the both of them, studying their expressions to decide on her next words.

"Fine, guess the game is up."

She took a breath.

"I'm pregnant."

The room was silent for a beat.

"And before either of you ask, I don't know who the father is. We probably won't know until their born. Like a game of chance at this point."

"We know." said Theo.

"…Huh?"

"We knew." said Arthur.

"You're bad about keeping secrets, Hondje."

"…Then, why didn't either of you say anything?!"

"You were being cute, we couldn't help but play along." said Arthur. "I enjoyed putting the pieces and clues of your little puzzle together."

"I liked watching you squirm as you tried to come up with excuses for your changes in behavior."

Thea pouted, frustrated.

"Spoilsports."

Arthur laughed.

"Now, now. No need for that sour face. We've all had our fun. Let me get a proper look at you and the wee bairn," Arthur pulled her towards him, his hands pressing into her sides.

"Nothing 'wee' about them," said Thea. "It's barely been four months. Is it supposed be this big already?"

"Maybe it's just a big baby?" Theo said.

"Could be. Or just the way they're positioned too." Arthur said. "Based on the measurements you've taken thus far though, I'd say twins are also a likely possibility."

"Twins!?" Thea said.

"Not as common, but it does happen. I won't be able to confirm it until they're a little bigger."

"R-right."

"Either way, congrats, Thea. You're gonna be a mum."

"So," Theo pulled her close again. "Any reason you were keeping this from us?"

"Huh?"

"Why did you try to keep that you were pregnant from us?"

"Oh that." Thea pouted. "I wanted to see how long it would take for you two to catch on."

"Why?"

Another frustrated sigh.

"You're both so quick to catch onto things. Like, a lot faster than I do. To have something just for me, a little secret, just for me for a little while, it felt… fun and exciting. Yet, you two knew this entire time…"

"It was fun while it lasted, love." Arthur put a hand on her shoulder. "I had fun with your little secret."

"How did you even figure it out?"

"When I was touching you at Le Comte's party." Arthur said. "Your shawl wasn't sitting right and I tried to subtly fix it-"

"You were nibbling her neck." Theo deadpanned.

"I was helping her fix her shawl! But then felt that the back of the dress was open. I thought it was strange, but then noticed you weren't drinking anything alcoholic either. That's when I knew."

Thea sighed. She turned to Theo expectantly.

"Sebas made an offhand comment that your dresses seemed to be getting fixed pretty frequently lately when he was doing laundry the other day. He thought it was strange as you usually take meticulous care of your clothes. He kept finding moved buttons and patches in your waistband. Sebas realized it then too."

"Of course he did." Thea sighed.

"You never keep secrets in this house, Hondje." said Theo. "I'd be surprised if there was a person here that *doesn't* know."

"You're not making me feel any better."

"Sorry, love, but he's right. Can't keep secrets around here, even if you wanted to."

[graysparrowao3]

The Northern Bastards: Love Confession Character Analysis

I'm not sure what level of fanfic brain-rot / rarepair self-wankery this is, but I kind of really liked the thematic way the confessions finally happened, so I wanted to write it out, literary analysis style.

First, some relevant traits as described in the series:

Aradin's overall characterization:

Doesn't know when to shut up.

Speaks before he thinks and doesn't consider the impact his words may have on others.

Escalates conflicts through force and snark.

Doesn't emotionally self-regulate.

Some level of insight into self and emotions.

Selfish when considering emotional needs, less so for physical or material needs once they are comfortably met.

Rugan's overall characterization:

Uses words sparingly and carefully.

Emotionally unavailable.

Shuts down any interaction that gets too emotionally vulnerable.

Lives in constant survival mode; insight less important than external threat risk.

Attempts to deescalate conflicts by disengaging.

Selfish when considering physical needs, emotional needs ignored/repressed, material needs tied to Zhentarim activity.

So how do those elements come through both in each confession and also in how they respond to the other's confession? Let's now explore how the characterization and development of both characters is seen through their verbal admissions of affection after 70,000 words, 13 installments, and half a year of denial on my part:

How Aradin confesses love and Rugan responds:

          Rugan chuckled. “You’re easy to please.”            “I’m really not,” Aradin said. “I’m a high maintenance, argumentative, foul-mouthed son of a bitch, but you don’t seem to be too bothered by it, that’s why I love you.”             Rugan failed to keep an instinctive reaction flashing across his face.             Aradin winced. “Bollocks.”             Rugan’s hands didn’t move in the delicate, cautious pause. “How about this,” he said, slowly. “I’ll forgive you saying a bit too much if you can forgive me not saying enough.”             “Deal,” the adventurer replied quickly. “And just in case it changed your mind about me fucking you and you staying, I didn’t mean it. I don’t even really like you. I mean for a start, what’s going on with your hair? Grow it out or shave it, make a damn decision. And I know you had your team banner as it were, but I don’t think yellow is your colour, makes you all washed out-”             Rugan placed his hand over the other man’s mouth. “Aradin," he said. "Shut the fuck up.”

Analysis:

Aradin doesn't know when to shut up, doesn't consider the impact of his words, and has been aware of what's going on for a while and even practiced these exact words, so it doesn't occur to him what he's saying until after he said it. He's too selfishly involved in his feelings to realize this is a fairly major thing to be admitting, especially in the context of everything that's happened, and isn't careful in how he speaks, so he 'says it like it is', giving a fairly accurate assessment of himself and his feelings, and only realizes it when he's prompted by the reaction it elicits.

Then, he regrets it not because he cares about having said something wrong, but because he's waiting to be entirely invalidated and for Rugan to backpedal the progression they've made because he usually can't handle this sort of thing and has a visceral reaction to it that Aradin doesn't want to deal with. He starts spouting pointless low-effort insults to try and deflect from any potential negative reaction Rugan has to his confession and more importantly to lower the level of vulnerability in the conversation by being a little shit.

When Rugan responds he demonstrates his character growth and returning of the affection, because even though he doesn't say it back, he doesn't shut it down, ignore it, or deny it, in spite of how uncomfortable he is with it being out there. He accepts it for exactly what it is, acknowledges it even if he can't bring himself to speak what was said even in repeating it, and only asks to be accepted for where he is back.

When Aradin then is worried that this reaction isn't entirely genuine and also is self-centeredly not fully listening and worried about himself, Rugan stops it both physically and verbally, showing that's he's ok with it, can handle the vulnerability, and doesn't need to pretend it didn't happen like usual. He's not bothered by these ridiculous insults, he just doesn't need protecting (or to listen to this kind of wankery lol).

How Rugan confesses love and Aradin responds (some time later):

            He was curled up behind his partner, buried in the soft scent of his hair and the sharp smell of the sex they hadn’t washed off yet. He was still coming to, the new day finding him slowly, teasing him from undisturbed sleep into the promise that existence could be a thing he actually enjoyed.             He moved his fingers affectionately over the younger man’s arm, tracing down to his hand where he laced their fingers together and nuzzled closer into the nape of his neck. Rugan bathed in the sensation of being wanted and succumbed to the effortless joy of it. He really, really, what-the-fuck-did-I-make-all-that-fuss-about wanted it too. His arms tightened slightly around the nude body, he pressed his lips against his lover's warm skin and hummed a few precious words.             Aradin’s thick brows gathered together over his barely conscious eyes. He mumbled into the pillow, “did you just say what I think you said?”             Rugan lazily shuffled down into their sleepy embrace. “No idea what you’re talking about.”             For a moment, there was nothing. Then he felt a tight squeeze on his hand.

Analysis:

Rugan has been so averse to being emotionally vulnerable and not saying how he feels - and couldn't, because of the risk to his emotional and quite literal physical wellbeing - that the words aren't even written out. I know what he said, so do you, he, and Aradin, but the literal words that are typed reflect his pattern of emotional communication; an absence of it. He was finally was able to say it, but the way it is described (i.e., it is not) respects and reflects how difficult it has been for him to reach that point as well as validating the slight questioning from Aradin and putting the reader in his perspective over what those words could have been (though we both know exactly what they are), and keeps the text at a distance from his admission whilst allowing the confession to happen. Baby steps.

He says it during a moment of complete comfort and safety, where they're still half-asleep (both more vulnerability and potential deniability) and where he's realized what being happy actually can entail, without any context of conversation or force or angst which is usually when he breaks and any vulnerability comes out in a highly aggressive defensiveness. He's able to have this reflection because he's no longer fighting for survival, is free from the Zhentarim completely, and is able to be safe to actually acknowledge and have such vulnerable emotions. The moment isn't a highly intense risky one, and even so he says nothing more than the exact words that he wanted to say and then retreats immediately into deniability to avoid staying too long in the vulnerability with a veneer of sardonic humour.

When Aradin responds he demonstrates his character growth and returning of the affection by not escalating through forcefulness or snark. He knows what was said, and could very easily confront, mock, or have an 'I told you so' moment that would inevitably ruin the moment and interrupt Rugan's willingness to be vulnerable. But, in fact, well well well, would you look at that!!... he finally actually manages to not say anything at all.

[lafiametta]

Loved your last fic. It definable tracks with what I felt about Igors character. He's down bad for Ani (she repeatedly insults him and he's all heart eyes Omg she talking to me 🥰) but he would've left her alone forever if she wanted. Like in the lead up to the last scene, he's not pushing her to talk to him and even when he gives the ring back , he's clearly not expecting anything from it. He's bringing up her bags and it's only when she doesn't get out of the car the car that he relises somethings up (though he misunderstands what that something is)

Thank you! In a lot of the prompt fills I've been exploring what Ani and Igor's relationship would look like as it progresses, but for this one I really wanted to go back to the beginning to see where it might have started (that is, just as the movie ends).

And, yeah, I based a lot of his inner dialogue on how I saw him proceeding up to the car scene. In the final moments in the mansion, after she comes down with her bags, there's a clear sense of resignation, as if they both realize this is the end of the road and once they part ways, they'll return to their lives just as they were before the movie began. Igor helps her with the bags, throwing her duffel over his shoulder and wheeling the other two out the door (presumably putting them all in the trunk of the car when they get outside). But he doesn't try to talk to her at all, not in the car on the drive to the bank or outside the bank or even when they're parked outside her house — the time for talking is done and now he has to let her go without trying to hold on. I think that's why he waits until the very last minute — she's literally getting out of the car — to give her the ring. If he had tried to give it to her earlier, it might have prompted questions or conversation and for him that would only prolong the pain of having to say goodbye. By giving it to her at the end, he can also make it clear to her that he doesn't expect anything to follow from it (although she misreads that cue, due to her tendency to see things through a transactional lens). He offers one word (“Hey”) to stop her from getting out of the car, and even though it's clear he wants to say something to her (his lips begin to part, as if to speak), he can't find the words. (Maybe it's the language barrier, maybe it's that he knows words might confuse the situation further.) Instead, he silently opens his palm to offer her the ring. He knows what it means to give this to her, though, the enormity of it — his hand is shaking.

(We don't really know how long he's had the ring; it could have been from any point after they first began their search for Ivan two days earlier, but he's been carrying it around for almost a day at this point. He's waited all this time to give it to her, I think because he's not sure how she'll react and because he doesn't want her to feel any hint of obligation, even though clearly she does, which is what prompts her to climb on top of him and initiate sex.)

She's completely shocked by the sight of the ring (we all probably were, on first viewing), but she takes it, probably expecting some kind of explanation from him. He doesn't want to prolong this — he wants to let her go — so all he says is, “Don't tell Toros” (which is kind of hilarious, because does he really expect her to go and rat him out to the man who would undoubtedly demand the ring back?) and immediately gets out of the car. He doesn't wait for her, but takes her bags out of the trunk and hauls them up the porch steps. Now that he's delivered the ring back to her, his final act, he knows it's over, and he thinks she must too, as he seems to be expecting her to get out the car and come up the porch steps and go inside. And yet she doesn't, which just confuses the heck out of him. What does she still want? (He’s about to find out, and it’s something he never would have anticipated.)

As opposed to the living room scene from the previous night where he's trying to engage with her and get her talking, all of these moments indicate a guy who has recognized that his opportunity for connecting with her is over and decided that he's not going to push any further. It's a fundamentally respectful (and realistic) attitude and I think it would continue even after the movie ends, as Igor feels conflicted about wanting to see her again but not wanting to be intrusive or overbearing. So he tells himself that he can go try to find her at her job, but if she shuts him down, he won't ever bother her again; he'll let go (as he planned to originally, that last morning) and then do his best to forget about her.

But if she doesn’t shut that door entirely, it would give him hope that he could keep going just to see what happens next.

[carlamcfluffy]

#hexrpgsocial

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'I'm telling you, I can't eat any more lemons! I had enough for a lifetime. We've been on this boat for one week and all we had was lemons. If we will ever be rescued I will never eat a piece of yellow fruit again!' Jim said with a sad face.

He and his friend were stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. They nearly avoided death when their ship sank. It was fortunate that Jim was carrying a pallet of boxes filled with lemons. He fell in a life boat and after the ship sank he also recovered his friend Ramon who was floating in the cold water.

'Jim, I know you are upset. Imagine what we would have done without these life saving lemons? We can't drink sea water. We didn't manage to salvage anything from the ship. We will be saved soon. I can feel it. We have a couple of boxes left. If we ration them they should last us for a week. It could have been worse, I'm telling you!' Ramon replied.

The two castaways stopped talking and just looked in the distance for any signs of ships or rescue crews. Nothing could be seen except for seagulls and other marine birds.

'Birds are a good sign. Some land might be close,' Ramon said in a hopeful tone.

'Some birds can fly hundreds of miles away from the coast. I'm not that optimistic,' Jim replied.

The men decided to sleep to conserve their energy. The next morning they found themselves on a beach. The high sea sent their small boat on the shore.

'We are saved! We will make a shelter and a fire and try to find water! Let's explore!' Jim pleaded.

The men found many lemon trees on the island.

[WC 298]

Jonas has been chubby since the age of ten. He wanted to be a dancer since forever. While in a market the sound of a big cleaver hitting the chopping board attracted him to the meat stand. There he saw a big man cutting pork ribs and sheep parts. Customers were lined up waiting patiently to order. This image made Jonas understand the importance of meat and how much power it has over people.

'I want to be a butcher!' the boy said with a cold face.

Since that day the usually smiling boy changed. If before he was happy to receive sweets and toys now Jonas only asked for sharp knives and tenderloin for breakfast. Cows and pigs started to sense his different aura and they were fleeing from his path. If the class was going to the zoo he knew it was pointless to try and approach and pet the animals. It didn't help that while looking at animals he would speak loudly about how they would be portioned and how much meat each of it had.

'Chubby lion. I would say 90 kg of raw meat easily! Deer, same! Buffalo? 300 kg of prime parts! Wonderful! Wonderful!' Jonas said and started laughing maniacally.

At the age of 13 he left school and got a job as a butcher's boy. The owner was impressed by his skills and decided to make him his heir. One day Jonas managed to finish portioning all the cows and sheep before his shift ended. He was close to hitting his record of two tons of portioned meat. The owner congratulated him and told him to go home early.

'I'm a bit short, sir!' Jonas replied eyeing his boss who looked back nervously.

'50 kg of prime meat!' the boy exclaimed grinning.

[WC 299]

Jessie was a young beekeeper living in a mountainous valley. He had one hundred families of bees and a herd of fifty goats. Because he loved the little insects so much yellow became his favorite color. His hut was painted in bright yellow and his clothes were the same color.

'I am one of you, little friends! I'm a chubby bee! Don't attack me! We can share the honey,' he said while collecting the precious product.

The honey was sold once every three months during a fair. With the money from cheese and honey he would buy Apple stock.

After a couple of years living alone with the bees and the goats Jessie started to feel sad. He would visit the fair briefly and barely talk to anyone. The world of humans was not to his liking anymore.

'I don't fit anymore. I like the simple life in the mountains. Nature is my friend. Humans destroy the environment while they consume more and more. I want to have nothing to do with this,' he thought while milking a goat.

Jonas decided to sell his stocks and donate the money to a charity. Now he spent most of his free time painting and reading. His diet consisted mainly of honey and goat cheese. Together with the physical work he was doing this turned the young man into an Adonis. Once at the fair again he was spotted by a talent agency which offered him a big contract.

The beekeeper thought about this proposal and decided to accept it.

'If I will become famous my voice can be heard more clearly. I can talk to people about the environment,' he thought climbing down the mountain and heading to the photography studio.

Beekeeper Jessie would change his name to Robert Pattinson.

[WC 298]

[frozenwolftemplar]

FrozenWing's 2024 Fanfic Overview

Saw @itsdappleagain and @mmaricarmen23 doing this and thought it'd be fun!

Words Written: 96,928 (full disclosure though: some of the fics I posted last year were written in 2023. But since a lot of the writing I did in 2024 never got posted, I think it all evens out)

Total Fanfics Posted: 20! And I hit a few milestones, like 70 fics published, then 80 (...holy smokes that many?!?)

Fandoms: Carmen Sandiego 2019 (of course), Tangled: the Series, and Frozen; nothing new there.

Events Participated In: Player Week, where I did 5 of the 7 prompts. I also managed a fic for the '12 Days of Christmas Challenge' and Writer's Month (a fic I wrote several years ago but it still counts; I did write something new but it didn't come together in time). I wrote a really cute Carmen sickfic for Sicktember, but I...uh...got stuck on the ending and never posted it. Whoops.

Fanfic I'm Proudest of: Fading Crimson! I still have no idea what compelled me to write that, but I'm so happy I did. It was hard to write; the emotions are intense and were hard to put into words, and getting the progression of events just right so the drama of the final act feels earned was hard, but the effort was well worth it. It stands apart in my mind from the rest of my fics and feels extra, extra special.

Other Fics I'm Proud of: Really everything I posted. But if I were to pick three:

--'Fading Crimson's' companion fic 'It Isn't Fair!'. It was challenging at times to write; Player's emotions were pretty complex, but I love how it turned out.

--'Waterloo, or Laundry Day,' simply because it makes me laugh.

--'Coincidences.' it's as fluffy and fun as 'Fading Crimson' is sobering and angsty, and I just feel happy reading it.

--Bonus: the two Olympic fics; I just had the best time watching the Paris games and am reminded of that every time I see them. 😊

2025 Projects: More fics set after 'Fading Crimson;' that fic unlocked ideas for a slew of follow-up ideas fics that I can't wait to share (hoping to get the first one out soon!). I also have a bunch of one-shots I started last year that I'd like to finish (like the Sicktember one), as well as a 5+1. I'm also looking forward to just finding some new ideas and exploring those.

Anything Else: 2025 will mark five years of me posting fic to Ao3! Not a huge anniversary, I know, but it marks the first time I really started sharing my writing (outside of, you know, school, but that's mostly APA formatted research and thus totally different). Considering just how much anxiety I had about taking that plunge (I legit considered deleting my account in a moment of "WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST DO?!?"), I'm pretty excited I made it this far.

There's several events I'm looking forward to: Player Week! (already planning some stuff!). There are some others I want to try and participate in, like Writer's Month (of course) and Sicktember. How much I participate in those is iffy; I'm changing academic tracks and aren't really sure how much time I'll have to write, and the Muse is fickle besides, but I at least want to make an effort.

Most of all though I'm looking forward to another year of writing with y'all! I love seeing everyone's ideas and fics and just sharing in the joys of creating fic. Here's to 2025! 🥂

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

Poll Vote Fluff

Sorry everyone for being late. Was fighting a mean headache. I hope you all had a great weekend and wish you a wonderful week <3

A Legend about True Love by Katia_Anyway (G)

The Prince of the Kingdom, Luffy, has spent his whole life locked up in the Castle, his Grandfather the King insisting that the world outside was too dangerous. But the Prince is curious and adventurous, he wants to go explore, even if that means having to sneak out alone. But once outside, he gets lost, and needs the help of a very beautiful Witch named Trafalgar Law.

No Stranger to Crazy by Purplehairedwonder (G)

The Straw Hats arrive on an island to discover not only that the Hearts are already there, but there is also a winter festival happening. Law doesn’t have the best memories with winter islands or festivals, so Luffy is determined to make some good ones with him.

You can calm me down by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (G)

After Luffy has beaten Kaido devastatingly, his fighting spirit is unbroken. He wants, he needs more. In this intoxication, he loses control of his new abilities. Can someone stop him? But who? And how? After all, Luffy is now. . . a god.

A Sinner's Pledge by bimarian (T)

This one little incident this morning just reminded him of the promise that he wanted to make and of the letter that he said he would have to eventually write. The Surgeon takes a moment to glance between his sleeping fiancé and the papers on his lap before he finally writes a greeting on the scented paper. ‘Hey, Ace-ya.’  In which Luffy wakes up from a nightmare—and Law finally writes a letter to make one little promise to Ace.

Midnight by Chenziee (T)

Luffy really wanted to celebrate the end of the year with his friends and family but with his arm injured, strict orders of no partying, and his roommate on his heels, it got really damn hard to sneak out.

Are You Bananas by Plume8now (G)

Usopp gives Luffy an idea, and now, Luffy can't get it off his mind. Of course, he won't wait until tomorrow to do it. And nothing can stop Monkey D. Luffy.

The Mysterious Case of the Hiccups. by ClementineJuicebox, SailorHeichou (G)

-hic- The first hiccup that started it all.

Show me what love is all about by aloas (T)

If Law didn’t know how useless Luffy is when it comes to making plans, he would be complimenting Luffy’s mastermind for always knowing just the right way or the right time to catch Law unguarded. But Law knows that is not the case. So, he curses at the universe. Or fate. Or whatever deity out there that is constantly plotting for Luffy to find Law. (Or the one where Law learns a thing or two about love.)

Answer the Question by Heart_Core (T)

Law’s birthday celebration hadn’t gone the way Luffy expected too, but he was grateful nonetheless.

Our Hearts, Made Whole in Each Other by Purplehairedwonder (G)

Luffy cupped Law’s cheek with his hand, softly grazing his thumb over a yellowing bruise. “Torao is so pretty,” he said quietly, a note of awe in his voice. Law flushed. “Torao’s heart is beating so fast.” “Yeah,” Law agreed, swallowing. “It is.” Luffy’s, despite a few flutters, was beating steadily in Law’s chest. Law, on the other hand, felt pinned to the spot, one hand holding Kikoku and the other in Luffy’s grip. “You should stay.” Law blinked. “What?” “You should stay,” Luffy repeated. “On the Sunny. With me." Written for 10 Days of LawLu 2023 Day 10: Confessions.

Always See the Daylight by Purplehairedwonder (G)

“Why did you want to see my room?” Law asked, both curious and a bit apprehensive at what the response might be. “Because it’s yours!” Luffy said immediately, sitting up quickly. Luffy looked as though the answer had been obvious. For Law, however, that explained exactly nothing. “What—” Luffy looked around, his expression softening in a way that made Law fidgety. “It’s very Torao,” he decided. Written for LawLu Week 2022. Day 5 Prompt: Captain's quarters

Coming Home (To Breathe Again, To Start Again) by Purplehairedwonder (G)

Law had a… complicated relationship with the concept of home. But here on the beach of Wano with Luffy looking at him with such fondness that Law wanted to squirm, he thought that maybe home could be another person.

-Mod Raiya

[heartsbind]

name. shannon pronouns. they/them preferred comms. discord is fastest, but tumblr ims also work! name of muse(s). top five strongest go - my oc tatsu, megumi fushiguro, sae itoshi, tsumiki fushiguro, reo mikage experience with RP. okay so i was 12 and very into kingdom hearts when i found this random fansite with a forum that people were just using for RP. in retrospect i was veery fortunate that everyone was chill and also young, but i actually still keep in touch with a lot of them to this day! from there i moved to gaiaonline, fb, started tumblr rpc around 2010-2011 through 2018, fell off tumblr rpc, was briefly abbacchio in jjba rp 2019-early 2020, fell off again bc my computer was dying and mental health, and now i'm back again as of this past may! best experiences. ok this is SO sappy i'm sorry but easily that i met my husband in mass effect rpc! i was only writing kaidan at the time, he also wrote kaidan, and one day he hit my inbox to tell me how much he really liked my kaidan muse and we bonded over it and kind of became each other's primary kaidans for our own sheps DKFHDKJFDSF. he came out to visit me and then just... did not go home DSKFDSKFJDSF and then we got married 3 years ago. he's my favorite writer and we still write with each other over discord to this day. <3 pet peeves / dealbreakers. i really don't know that i get annoyed by much but my anxiety does spike really easily so i do try to curate my feed accordingly. i've had bad experiences in the past and so i try to really have the vibe of like... maintaining that balance of passion and love for this hobby while also reiterating that it is just a hobby that should be fun way more than it should be stressful - and that i hope that there's no stress when interacting with me! muse preference (fluff, angst, smut). i am kind of a huge fluff person. when the real world stresses me out, i just want to write my muses being happy! i love thinking about them having fun and being with friends and being in love, but i also really love diving into emotions and a lot of my muses are complex enough that it leans into angst sometimes too, like hurt/comfort with an emphasis on comfort. i do have fun with really dynamic threads too, be it because there's a lot of snappy dialogue or because there's action or because i'm juggling more than one muse at a time etc. plots or memes. there's pros and cons to both. memes are great to kickstart things for me but i tend to really like the asks prompts that are more action-heavy than dialogue heavy, like "our muses are putting out a fire" as opposed to a quote from shakespeare that my muses are just too casual to ever say (although some of them are REALLY amazing quotes and do have their place!). i like to think i'm slowly getting better at plotting again (bizarrely i did not realize how much of a skill it had been for me until i hadn't done it for four years and then realized i didn't know how to do it anymore). long or short replies. here's the thing... i ramble. you all have figured that out by now probably. i sometimes accidentally make posts long. i do like to write and i LOVE to read long replies that have been so lovingly crafted for me. but my brain SUCKS and the longer a reply is, the more my brain gets psyched out in matching the length and then the longer it takes for me to reply. except then, when i go to actually reply, i wind up matching length like really easily, and i've waited five months to reply for nothing! i suck DFKSKFJDSF. best time to write. when i am supposed to be doing something else KDFHKDSFDSF. are you like your muse? i think there are aspects of me in all of my characters to some degree but i'm really only saying that because i can't pick one muse to talk about. characters who happen to be older siblings i've realized has become a bit of a staple of mine, especially when i can explore that "eldest daughter" idea with them, as an eldest child/daughter.

tagged by: @nvictive <3 bless you for giving me the opportunity to talk about myself again KSJNDFSDJNFDSF tagging: i'm so bad at tagging people so the person reading this KDSFKDSFDSFSF. if you're sitting there thinking oh shannon probably doesn't mean me, yes i do. do it. take it. tell me about yourself. tag me and make me read it.

[aimportantdragoncollector]

I was waiting until I had a really dramatic prompt aND I FINALLY THOUGHT OF ONE SO LET'S GO

How about a no-quirks AU where AFO is a woman and she marries Second/Third just for political gain? Say Second is the heir to a major weapons developer or Third is the reluctant new head of a certain branch of government—something where their parents could (be manipulated to) set them up with someone else powerful and they wouldn't be able to say no.

Thus Second or Third's tragic and tense crash course into meeting Yoichi! :D

(You can also shuffle the others' genders around if you'd like I just figured AFO would have to be at multiple disadvantages to consider marrying Second or Third even for personal gain lmao)

Female AFO is fun!

1. Yoichi and All for One are both women in this AU, because I want to explore some sisterly dynamics. They're born into a wealthy Japanese family. Their father owns a major weapons development company and very much wanted a male heir. However, he had fertility problems and it took numerous expensive treatments just to have Yoichi. Their father never let Yoichi forget that she was supposed to be born a boy, and although AFO was the perfect heir in every regard, she was never good enough due to not having a dick. Their mother was weak-willed and unable to stand up for them.

2. Yoichi was a sickly, neglected child and AFO became very protective as a result. As children they were very close. By teens, Yoichi had started to feel inferior toward her favored, brilliant, and beautiful sister. As young adults, they fought because Yoichi had ethical objections to the family weapons business.

3. The Shigaraki father started pressuring AFO to get married from a young age, because he's desperate for a grandson. AFO resisted until their father drew up a document to leave the company to Yoichi instead. This could have been a bluff, but on the other hand, the Shigaraki father would loudly go around saying he'd rather see his company destroyed than in the hands of a woman, therefore if AFO didn't give him a male heir than he would let Yoichi dismantle it. (Seriously, this idiot thinks he's King Henry VIII with all this talk of heirs.)

4. We're increasing the tropes to the max in this AU. Second is the bastard child of a weapons development CEO. He was raised by his grandmother. His family called him back as heir after the legitimate son came out as gay and eloped with his boyfriend to Europe. Second didn't want anything to do with them, but his grandmother needed expensive medical treatment so he had to agree. AFO negotiated a merger of their companies (a major accomplishment) and she asked to marry their son to seal the deal. No one consulted Second before marrying him off.

5. Yoichi has an enormous crush on Second, who's an environmental rights activist and the author of her favorite book. She's secretly devastated her sister is marrying the guy she loves, feels too inferior to say anything, etc.

6. Second is very grumpy about being forced into this marriage and rude to Yoichi when they first meet. (More tropes!) However, AFO can't be bothered to plan this wedding due to running the company and keeps throwing Yoichi and Second together to handle the arrangements. Yoichi and Second fall in love, but there's a lot of angst over Second needing to marry AFO to save his grandmother. This culminates in a grand scene with Yoichi screaming "I object!" in the middle of the wedding, then running off with Second.

7. Here's where it gets really interesting. This was all a massive gambit from All for One. While the Shigaraki father is having a breakdown over the public embarrassment of the failed wedding, AFO takes over his company and has him marched out of his office by security. AFO got Yoichi to sign papers giving up any rights to the family business, using guilt-tripping over the groom theft and promising enough money to fund an overseas operation for Second's grandmother. From the beginning, AFO knew about Yoichi's crush and picked Second figuring he would run off with her little sister and thus leave her unmarried, free, and in a great negotiating position with his family to claim compensation. AFO has been deliberately throwing Yoichi and Second together. After all, she's a good big sister who wants her little sister to have whatever makes her happy.

8. AFOs across the multiverse would be screaming at this one for setting Yoichi up with Second. But female AFO doesn't care. She's just sitting on her massive pile of money, planning how she will use this to guilt-trip Yoichi for the rest of their lives, and laughing at her male alternates for totally lacking any subtlety.

(All of my ask game AUs are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)

[rosesradio]

Hello rose I hope you are doing well I'm curious in what is your most favourite ship to least favourite ship

Or to better phrase which ship is more interesting to least interesting to write about

hi anon ! i'm doing well, thanks, & i hope you are too 💌

sometimes i find the most interesting ships to write about aren't always my favorite ships, so that in itself is interesting. & ofc i have to make things convoluted lol, so i'll start by saying that certain ships are best in certain categories. some ships are my favorite for fluff, others for angst, others for smut, so on and so forth.

so, to have some fun with organization (i was the kid that seperated their skittles by color & then ate them one by one in case you couldn't tell lol), i'll seperate them into lists. ofc, my tastes change over time, and i tend to have a bias towards my most recent fics, though here are my thoughts atm:

fluff:

1.) valgrace

2.) valdangelo

3.) jasico

angst/darkfic:

1.) lukabeth (fortunately/unfortunately i have to be in a Really Bad mental space to write these two, but if you're rooting for my downfall feel free to sub to my ao3 for when i have my next mental breakdown lol)

2.) lukethan

3.) lukercy

(don't ask me what i have against luke i love him but also that's between me and my nonexistent therapist jdskjdkj)

smut:

1.) lukercy

2.) jercy

3.) jasico

4.) valgrace

overall:

1.) valdangelo (while i wouldn't put valdangelo as my favorite in any one category, it's still my fave overall. the ceaselessverse has its share of both fluff and angst, and i think for their character development in that fic you can't have one without the other)

2.) valgrace (friends to lovers, an unbeatable classic. they have my heart—unfotunately i was too late on the "hey wait jason is actually super nuanced and cool" wave, so they'll never be able to beat my love for valdangelo. but One Day perhaps i'll write more with them)

3.) jasico (i think it's hard for me to capture the right dynamic between these two (perhaps because leo's not in this ship lol), but when i do i really enjoy it. i'm probably only a prompt away from going down a rabbit hole about these two)

4.) jercy (i can't believe like 3(?) months ago i was like "lol they're just Bros"—what a close-minded Fool i was. thank you @theburningsunset for sending me that one prompt that unlocked a dormant part of my brain. i should write more with these two)

5.) lukercy (there's so much to explore with this dynamic in angst & smut & so many other things...though it's gotta rank below my other pairings as the ones above are fluffier and easier on the psyche to write)

6.) lukethan (if i wrote more with them they would be higher on the list...i need to find the lukethan corner of the fandom & let them unlock this part of my brain)

(i feel like i'm forgetting a couple ships but these are probably the ones i write about the most :-) thanks for the ask ! )