#and flirting ensues and they fall in love and kiss

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unempowered vincelovely au where lovely works at a blood donation clinic and vincent is their new over-enthusiastic regular

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Héctor Fort fic where he gets jealous over something reader does and she gets annoyed but also lowkey finds it amusing so she messes around w him abt it. Yeah i got nothing after that, feel free to improvise…

Fall Right In — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: You couldn’t tell that a man was (obviously) flirting with you. Héctor notices, causing jealousy to ensue.

Word Count: 575+

Disclaimer/s — Man, oblivious!reader, a little tense, that’s it!

A/N: i want yuh, and imma have yuh (bea).

Nothing could ruin the day you're having now.

You were sure of it. Not even when you tripped over someone's ankle and stumbled. A pair of hands grabbed your waist to steady you, letting out a huff. It was... definitely something! Quite embarrassing, but it was over and done quickly.

Or… so you thought.

“Sorry—I wasn’t looking…” you managed to say, letting a smile, a weak one, grace your lips.

The man didn't want you to leave, though you didn't notice. He returned your smile, glanced at Héctor briefly, and then said, “It's all good. I can let it slide. How’s your day today? Going good?”

That elicited a narrowed-eyed gaze from the Fort boy beside you, the look in his eyes deepening when he noticed the man’s hand still hovering over your waist. He wasn’t touching you, so you didn’t even know it was there. Too engrossed in replying to his question, you said, “I… yeah, yes!”

“Good, good,” he trails off, “Me too, you didn’t ask, but… I just thought I’d let you know anyway.”

Your eyes widened slightly in response, “Oh! I’m sorry. I’m glad your day is good! Really… glad…”

Héctor stepped in then, his hand subtly sliding over your waist and gently pulling you closer to him. “Sorry, we have plans we have to get to.” With that, he gave the guy a raised eyebrow and a head tilt before walking away, practically tugging you along, making you look over and up at him.

“What was that for?” You questioned.

He looked down at you with an expression that resembled one thing and one thing only: jealousy. “Are you… are you seriously asking me that?”

“Well! I literally tripped over him, Héctor. The least I could do was engage in his conversation.”

“That wasn’t a conversation.”

“Yeah? Then what was it then?”

He sighed, his grip on your waist tightening just a bit. “He was flirting with you. You couldn’t tell?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Flirting? All he did was ask how my day was… a bit, well, randomly, but still! I think you’re reaching.” Your tone shifted from sweet to annoyed. It was just a conversation; what was he even talking about?

“His hand was almost touching your waist,” Héctor continued, “But you didn’t know that.”

“No, I didn’t. What I do know is that he had to put his hands on my waist to make sure I didn’t fall face first onto the hard floor, okay? It didn’t mean anything. He didn’t mean anything. I promise.”

“It was still weird,” he mumbled.

A smile slowly spreads across your face. “What, Héctor? Should I… hm, trip on someone else’s feet? Maybe, I don’t know, see how they react?”

He shoots you a look. “Not funny.”

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry,” a pause, you take his hand and gently bring it to your lips, giving it a quick, tender kiss, “Hey, okay, it’s just you. So, even if he was flirting, you know I’d leave immediately.”

His lips part, his smirk dropping from his face as the words leave your mouth, “He was flirting!”

That's when a loud laugh bursts out, your hand quickly flying up to stifle it. “I'm kidding! I'm just messing with you. I love you, just you. So... can we go into Ulta now? Or not, like, just let me know.”

“Hah-hah, hilarious,” he retorted, “Come on.”

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @pedrilcvr ! ౨ৎ (my beautiful… thank you…)

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YOURE MY FAVORITE HAZBIN WRITER!!!!

could i possibly request a tiny little one shot of lucifer’s new wifey (reader) meeting charlie for the first time?? and everyone’s reactions and maybe charlie warming up to her and calling her mom :(((

First Meetings

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Platonic Charlie x GN! Reader

TW:NONE!

A/n: Hihi Anon! This was a really cute request! Your words mean a lot to me! Hope you enjoy! As always Reader will be genderneutral as that’s something I’m more comfortable writing with and so everyone can enjoy!

Lucifer happily grabbed your hand and kissed the golden band on your finger as you both walked towards the Hazbin Hotel, “Darling, you’re shaking like a leaf.” You called out, squeezing his hand as he smiled at you, “I’m just nervous is all..what if she doesn’t approve?” He asked frowning as tears welled up in his eyes. You pulled him into a gentle hug, “I think she will, the way you talk about her she seems like she would love seeing you remarried and happy again.” you hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as he hugged you back with a bright blush on his cheeks, “You’re right, she’s gonna love you just as much as I do!” He replied, jumping up in excitement pulling you along towards the Hotel.

-👑 Charlie absolutely adores you! You make her dad happy and bring him more out of his shell and his depressive moods. The first time she calls you mom/dad/parent? She gets so embarrassed because it slipped out but she’s so happy that you aren’t mad. Lucifer definitely cries and then Charlie starts crying cause her dad is crying. 

-🎀 Vaggie was weary of you at first. But soon enough calmed down seeing how happy her girlfriend was and slowly started to trust you more. At least you call her by her name the first time.

-🕷️ Angel Dust playfully pouts because now the hottest man in all of hell is off limits. But in all seriousness, he doesn’t really care. He will flirt with you too and don't think your off limits since your married.

-♠ ️ Husk also doesn’t really care all that much but he’s happy for Lucifer and Charlie.

-🦌 Alastor straight up doesn’t give two fucks. He’ll jokingly try to steal you away from Lucifer and chaos ensues. Listen- I love this deer man but he does not have any fucks to give.

-🐍 Sir Pentious freaks the fuck out, like- accidentally trips and falls right infront of you dropping the pan of cookies he had and salutes to you whenever you talk to him. HE IS SUCH A DORK COME ON NOW- But he’s happy for Lucifer and Charlie-

-🪲 Nifty is mad at you, she’ll respect you, but she’s mad at you cause you took one of her “bad boys”.

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This may be a bit of a strange idea (Feel free to ignore this request)

But since your about Jaime Tartt baby fic. I had the thought of Jaime trying to give reader a break takes the baby in a stroller to training with Roy and Roy is just kind of like WTF and other hijinks ensue like maybe someone flirts with Jamie with the baby or roy gets left with the baby at somepoint or Reader is freaken out cause the baby is gone. IDK just an idea that has been stuck in my head since I read your baby fic

Dude this request was not strange AT ALL. It was actually nice because it was similar to something I wanted to write, and I haven’t been able to do that because I’ve been doing requests. THANK YOU.

i’ll still be right next to you my dear

Your daughter Bea is five months old. You’re still sleep-deprived, but less than you were a month ago. Jamie does his absolute best as her dad and your husband, but the weight of it still falls to you. Things have gotten considerably less tense, too, since you moved out of the flat and back into your house. It was weird at first, both you and Jamie walking on little eggshells around each other. 

The tension was broken with an all-hands-on-deck moment at 1am, when Bea had a stomach bug or something, and you two had no choice but to just laugh in resignation at the sheer enormity of the mess she made. There go the beginnings of sleep training. 

Bea had her own schedule, one that involved being an early bird like her dad. She would wake up five to ten minutes before his 3:30 alarm went off, and it got to the point where he barely even set it anymore. 

Jamie would get out of bed, throw on some pants, change her, and then zip through his morning routine. He’d put her back to bed, give you a half-awake kiss, then be out the door before Roy could knock. 

(Roy made that mistake early on, waking Bea. You thoroughly chewed him out in an exhausted rage. Jamie says it’s the closest thing he’s ever seen to Roy crying).

Anyway, at 3:55 this Saturday morning, Jamie kisses you, says, “I’ve got Bea, so sleep in,” and is gone before you even know what’s happening. 

You flop back on the pillow and are out in seconds. 

—

“The fuck is this?” Roy says the moment Jamie steps out the door, pushing a happy Bea in her jogging stroller.

“The fuck does it look like?” Jamie replies. “Her mum needed sleep, so Bea’s joining us for training.” He leans over the stroller to look at his daughter and coos, “Isn’t that right, angel?”

Bea makes a delighted gurgle and Roy grunts.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me the great Uncle Roy is daunted by a silly wee baby?” Jamie says, grinning. “You are Bea’s favorite.”

Roy glares at Jamie. “Don’t fucking lie to me, everyone knows Sam’s her fucking favorite. She even likes fucking Isaac better than me.”

Jamie pouts. “Don’t listen to him, Bea. We know you love Uncle Roy, even though he’s being a twat.”

Roy just grunts and looks at Bea. “You know how I feel about you, kid,” he says. She babbles. She knows. 

“Alright, come on. Suppose the stroller gives your dad some extra weight while he runs.”

Jamie grins, and starts jogging down the street.

—

You wake up to the sound of silence. No Bea, no Jamie. Just birds chirping and the sun shining. You squint at the clock. 8:37am. You reach for your phone and see a selfie from Jamie of him, Bea, and Roy marked 7:02am with the caption, headed to breakfast! 

You now have a hazy recollection of Jamie saying something about taking Bea when he left, but it felt like a dream at the time. The silence makes more sense now. 

You smile and send heart emojis. I love you! you type. 

love u 2, Jamie replies. Then: I hope that was for me not Roy?

You shake your head. That boy. He thinks he’s a comedian.

You roll out of bed and stretch. Time for a nice, long shower, then a good coffee from Jamie’s complementary espresso machine. You’re not gonna lie, there are certain perks to being married to a footballer.

—

Meanwhile, Jamie and Roy have stopped for breakfast at a café that Roy says fits in with Jamie’s diet. He says no coffee and Jamie makes a disgusted face and replies you’re not the boss of me, which is why they’re letting Bea decide if Jamie gets coffee or not by seeing who will get her to smile first. 

Jamie wins, of course. It’s part of being a dad. 

They’re sitting at a table outside till 9am, Bea out of her stroller and in Jamie’s arms. They’re on their third cups of coffee and Bea’s draining her bottle of formula like there’s no tomorrow. Jamie is in the middle of stroking Bea’s nose (a miniature version of yours) and watching her eyes blink slow, when two girls walk up to their table. 

“Ohmygod, no way, is that your baby?” one girl asks. 

Jamie looks up and gives a polite, perfunctory, “yeah,” and turns back to Bea. Roy’s sitting back in his seat, ready to watch this unfold. 

“It is like, so totally adorable. There’s something so sweet about a baby, don’t you think?” the other girl says, putting her hand on Jamie’s shoulder. He shifts away as politely as he can. 

“I just think that like, men with babies are so much hotter than men without babies,” girl 1 continues, oblivious to Jamie, who has shifted Bea onto his chest and is displaying his left hand as conspicuously as possible. He taps Bea’s back with his ring finger in what he hopes is an absentminded manner. 

Roy holds back a snort.

“Especially single dads,” says girl 2. “Soo hot. I’ll give you my number if you ever need a babysitter.”

She’s barely done speaking when Jamie blurts out, “I’m married.” He looks so harried that this time Roy can’t hold back a laugh. The girls turn to him with a glare, then back to Jamie. 

“She doesn’t have to know,” says one of them. 

“Pretty sure she does,” Jamie replies. “And anyway, I ain’t interested. Have a good morning.”

Bea, the angel that she is chooses that exact moment to start burping. 

The girls give her a disgusted look and turn away. 

Roy looks at Jamie, eyebrows raised and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Nice fucking move with the ring finger,” he says. “If it were me, I’d’ve fucking given them a different fucking finger.”

“That’s where you and me differ, granddad,” Jamie replies, wiping spit up off his vest (waterproof, thank god), “I’m a gentleman.”

Roy rolls his eyes and shakes his head. 

— 

The windows are open, the laundry is spinning, and you’re dancing around the house. You love Bea, but god you also love good rest. And a clean house. And Jamie Tartt. Man, you love him. You can’t believe he took Bea out for the whole morning and knowing him and Roy, they’ll be out until at least 11am. You smile. That gives you time to head to the shops and pick up some flowers, which will make you feel like a civilized human being, one who has her life together and can take care of her child and her husband and maybe, just maybe, one who is in the mood to get laid tonight. 

—

Jamie and Roy are strolling through Richmond, passing by shops and enjoying what feels like the first lovely day in ages. Jamie hasn’t heard from you since you asked is this shirt clean or dirty? with a picture near the washing machine. He knows Saturday cleaning is like a ritual to you, one you picked up in high school and carried on through college. You have a system and you take your time, windows open and music playing. He can picture you spinning around the house putting things away, and that mental image is enough to make his face split into a smile. He remembers the Saturdays you spent before Bea, you cleaning and dancing, and him, well, not helping but certainly dancing with you and promising that he’ll give you more dirty sheets to wash if you’d just take a tiny little break? In the bedroom? With no clothes on because they need to be washed, wink wink?

It usually worked. 

You’d lay in bed for precisely ten minutes afterward, take a no-nonsense shower, then kick him out of the house. He’d be gone for an hour, buying you that chocolate you liked and whatever flowers he thought suited the day. There’s a good thought. He should get you flowers, a reminder of their early days of romance. And maybe, just maybe, Bea can sleep soundly enough that they can revive other traditions, too. 

“Roy,” Jamie begins.

“No.”

“Oi, you didn’t even let me finish!” he says indignantly.

“Fine. What do you fucking want.”

“It ain’t for me,” Jamie says, “it’s for Bea. And my wife. I want to get her flowers, but it ain’t easy to push the stroller and look. Can you take Bea around the green? I’ll come find ya when I’m done.”

Roy stares at Jamie, and Jamie is sure he’s going to say no. But then Roy walks around to the front of the stroller and crouches down in front of Bea. 

“If your dad fucking goes and gets flowers for your mum, do you promise to be alright for twenty minutes? I know I’m not fucking Sam or Isaac, but Phoebe thinks I’m a good uncle. She’s a proper fucking dweeb, but a good judge of character.”

Bea just stares at him. Roy slaps his thighs and stands up. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Jamie grins and says, “Bye, Beatrice. Be good for Uncle Roy.” He gives her a kiss on her forehead, a boop on the nose, and is gone, weaving through Richmond, man on a mission. 

“Your mum’s a fucking saint for putting up with him,” Roy says to Bea. Bea says nothing. She’s fallen asleep. Roy shrugs and starts pushing her in the direction of the green. Better asleep than crying. 

—

You’re showered, dressed, with just a touch of makeup, and you’re on your way to the flower shop. There’s this little one you and Jamie used to go to. You know the owner a little, but you suppose Jamie knows her better because he’s been in more. She’s about the age of his mum, and has a soft spot for him. He overpays and always leaves one flower for her. He hasn’t had the time to be over since Bea, so you say hello and show her some baby pictures, and then some of Bea and Jamie. You both laugh over your favorite, Jamie passed out on the couch, mouth open, wearing gray sweatpants and a single sock, with Bea on his stomach in a gray onesie and a single sock. She’s drooling on him and his hair’s a mess, but you think it’s adorably hilarious. Like father, like daughter. 

Now, you’re perusing the flowers. It smells wonderful, the warm weather diffusing the fragrances through the shop. You turn a corner and bonk straight into a man with his back turned to you. You open your mouth to apologize and he turns, and out comes, “Jamie?”

He smiles and you peer behind him. “Where’s Bea? Oh my god Jamie, did you lose our daughter? She had better be close by, I swear to god, Jamie Tartt, how do you lose an entire baby, especially one as noisy as Bea?!” 

You’re oblivious to Jamie’s attempts to interrupt your rant, so when you pause for a breath he says, “love.”

You turn to face him, from where you were trying to stand on your tiptoes hoping for a glimpse of Bea’s stroller. 

“I didn’t lose her. She’s with Roy. D’you really think I’m that irresponsible?” 

He looks so hurt that you realize what you’ve been saying. Your hands fly up to your mouth. Of course Jamie wouldn’t lose Bea. He loves her. He looks at her as though she makes the stars shine. 

“Babe. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wasn’t expecting to see you, and then I wasn’t expecting to see you without Bea, and I thought I’d surprise you by getting flowers before you both got back, and-” you stop. Jamie is gently holding your face and smiling, no longer hurt. 

“Babe,” he says, “love of me life and best mum around, it’s ok. I know whatcha mean.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Bit funny we had the same idea, innit?”

You smile. You’d been so caught up in your split-second worry about Bea, you didn’t even realize what was happening. 

“Guess some things don’t change,” you reply. “You pick out any good ones?”

Jamie places his hand over his heart. “Love. I only pick out good ones. I picked you, didn’t I?” You laugh at his sparkling eyes, and put your hands on his waist, pulling him close. 

“Pretty sure I picked you,” you reply. 

Jamie hums. “That’s a fuckin lie, and you know it.”

Your feeble retort is cut off by his lips on yours. 

—

You and Jamie walk toward the green, hand in hand. He’s holding bright yellow daffodils in the other. 

Jamie spots Roy first. “Oi!” he yells, “look who I found!”

You wave, jog over to Bea, and crouch down. “Hi baby! I missed you! Did you have fun with Uncle Roy?” Bea babbles at the sound of your voice. 

“Oh good,” you reply, “he is your third-favorite uncle, after all.”

Roy nods. “You fucking get it. Jamie tried to feed me this fucking bullshit that I was fucking number one.”

“Jamie!” you say. “Everyone knows it goes Sam, then Isaac, then Roy.”

Jamie puts his hands up defensively. 

“Honesty,” Roy says, “Such an admirable quality. Remind me again why you’re with this fucking prick?”

You pretend to think for a moment then say, “For his money.”

Jamie says “Oi!” so you quickly amend, “And his smokin’ hot body.”

Jamie nods, satisfied. “That’s better.”

Roy is looking at Jamie in disgust. “You two are so fucking adorable, it’s fucking disgusting. C’mon Bea. I see Sam over by that bench. Let’s give these fucking idiots some time alone.”

You and Jamie turn to each other. 

“He said we’re adorable,” you say, grinning. 

“He said we get alone time,” Jamie says, grinning back. 

“Roy!” you call, “how much time do we have?”

“Three hours!” Sam yells back. “I want to walk Bea to my restaurant!”

You and Jamie turn back to each other, giddy. 

“You know what that means,” you say. 

“Sex,” he replies immediately. 

You laugh and grab his hand. “C’mon, babe. Let’s enjoy our alone time.”

As you walk away, Jamie says, “Oi, need to tell you about these girls who were trying to flirt with me. But don’t worry, I gave them the finger.” He holds up his ring finger and you slap his arm. 

“This is why I love you.”

“Really? And here I only thought you were with me for my money,” he replies. 

“And your hot body. Don’t forget that one,” you say. 

“How could I forget?” he says. “When we get home, let’s put it to some good use.

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Wonder what the stone royals reaction to Shadowpeach is, specifically, the extremely rocky relationship Macaque and Wukong have and how the two can't go two seconds without bickering, yet would immediately drop everything to protect the others the moment any danger appears. They don't have the context of Macaque being a redeemed villain or how those two had a nasty breakup and only just recently reconciled the Noodle Gang has

They are delighted but concerned???

You see; Prince Shihou and Prince Liu'er have had a "hey, a love match arranged marriage would be cool"-situation going on for a long time. Something that they've have been aware of since cubhood.

BUT they had a little falling out with that whole "Brotherhood" business and some foot-in-mouth comments by each other;

Actual version of their "under the mountain"-breakup:

Wukong: "WOW. And I thought I fumbled!" Shihou, face in hands: "Can we please change the subject?" Macaque, remembering the Scroll: "In your defence, peaches, I had been a little unreasonable." Wukong: "Aw, thanks plums. Only took you 2000 years." Macaque: "Would you have preferred never?" Wukong: "I would have preferred it before we nearly killed each other!" Wukong & Macaque: (*new heated argument about the past ensues!*) Shihou: "Um... are they ok? Should we call somebody or...?" MK, unconcerned: "Oh yeah, they're ok. This is how they lead up to flirting." Wukong & Macaque: (*argument quickly turns into frustrated yelling and crying, ending with a passionate hug and kissing*) Shihou: "Wow. You were not lying." MK: "Unfortunately. So many training sessions cut short..."

Ultimately the alternate stone royal family are happy that their elder son still managed to find his soulmate despite fate trying to pull them apart at every turn.... but they aren't entirely used to all the cat-fighitng.

The Stalwarts: (*have been Shihou's and Liu'er's friends since childhood.*) Marshal Ma: "Nah. This is totally in character." General Beng: "Only difference is that Liu'er isn't wearing a dress." Marshal Liu: "And has his adult fur." General Ba: "It's so silky! Like the night sky!"

[obsessedobsesser]

Are you into fanfiction? Have you written any, or do you have any favorites that you would recommend?

It may be safe to say that I have an addiction to Good Omens fan fic.

There's of course the fandom favourites (Slow Show, Factory Settings, Shotgun Wedding, Rough Enough For Love, Or Be Nice, One Night In Bangor, etc, etc) which I recommend to everyone as they are beloved by the fandom for a reason.

But, here are 10 that I've come across that others may not know of:

'Thus saith the Lord' by TheManicMagician (Teen And Up).

I read this fic on my way home from Florida sitting in an airport because our flight was delayed. I was so engrossed with it that I missed all the commotion of someone being taken off the previous flight on a stretcher. It does deal with hurt Crowley though and mind controlled Aziraphale. 10/10 would read again.

2. 'Would I Lie to You?' by FeralTuxedo & TawnyOwl95 (Explicit)

The boys are rival team captains for a show 'Don't Lie to Me" - which is based on the real life show 'Would I Lie To You?'. Lots of bicker flirting in this one. I'm a huge fan of FeralTuxedo and TawnyOwl and they do not disappoint with this fic. I devoured this.

3. 'Talk about the weather' by nightbloomingcereus (Mature)

Aziraphale is a meteorologist and Crowley is a YouTube storm chaser. I didn't know I needed this fic in my life until I read it. It's funny and heartwarming and believe me when I say that you'll fall in love with the story and the characters.

4. 'Honey, You'll Survive' by HotCrossPigeon (Teen and Up)

Look, sometimes I just like to see Crowley hurt and being taken care of by Aziraphale. This scratches that itch. The writing is so good and they capture the characters really well.

5. 'The Sandford Flower Show' by Mussimm (Explicit)

I am literally so shocked I do not see this fic pop up as often as it should. The plot in this is GENIUS. IT IS SO GOD DAMN GOOD. Crowley takes Aziraphale to a flower show and they meet Mephistopheles, a fallen seraph. Because our boys are idiots, shenanigans ensue. Seriously. Go read this.

6. 'Trial & Error' by fellshish (Explicit)

Crowley is on trial for temping an Angel (Aziraphale). I just read this one about a month and a half ago and I honestly can't get it out of my mind. The writing is hilarious and keeps you enraptured throughout it all. I also really adore how fellshish writes Crowley and Aziraphale. Their other fic The Loophole, or, How to Convince a Demon God Exists in Three Easy Steps is also amazing :)

7. 'The Shared Desk Dilemma' by MissUnderstoodLyrics (Explicit)

Crowley and Aziraphale are both teachers at Eden University who are forced to share a desk. A prank war ensues. As you can expect, this is a enemies to lovers fic and who doesn't love one of those?

8. 'Big Name Feelings' and 'And They Were Streamers' by ghostrat (Explicit / Mature)

BNF just finished a few days ago and it's such a cute fic. It's a fandom au where Crowley is a fic writer and Aziraphale is an artist. ATWS - as it says on the tin, the boys are streamers and live together. I absolute adore anything written by ghostrat.

9. 'how do we turn on the light?' by moonyinpisces (Explicit)

Honestly, I just know that this will be up there on my list with Factory Settings once it's finished (mainly because it already is). It's SO GOOD. It takes place after S2 and the second coming is happening. I really don't want to even give much away because I want everyone to read this. Everything about it is GENIUS.

10. 'Sit Tight, Take Hold' by nieded (Explicit)

I legit just finished this fic on Sunday but it has moved up to my must read list for anyone who is looking for GO fan fiction. The boys are Formula 1 drivers and the drama in this is *chef kiss*. For context, this fic is 150K words. I finished this fic in 2 days. It really is THAT good. It's also part of a series called #RAINBOWROAD so once you finish this fic, there is more to read!

This is only the tip of the iceberg of my ever growing list of GO fics.

Thanks for the ask :)

[lupinmoonlight]

Heyyy i love ur writing girl it is amazing.

So I wanted to request smth. Well I thougth about smth like she's in her last year and she sees him for the first time and directly falls in love with him? After a poison lesson she has to serve detention and prof snape isn't there so remus takes over and they flirt and make out or smth???

Masterlist AO3 Kind of part 2?

Detention?

Summary - Your detention takes an unexpected turn. You end up candidly sharing stories and chocolate with Professor Lupin, perched on a desk side by side, work completely forgotten. Tension builds up and fluff ensues (1,462 words).

Warnings - professor/student relationship, age gap, kissing, fluff, some touching, very light smut if you squint, flirting, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof-read.

Notes - Thank you for your request anon! Sorry for taking so long. University is kicking my butt! Thank you to everyone for sending requests! Don't worry, I am slowly going through them. Thank you for your patience :)

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for another evening under the oppressive gaze of Professor Snape. The cold, damp air of the dungeons made your skin crawl and it clung to you in a way that made you shiver. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the weight of yet another unfair, unjustified, stupid detention settled in the pit of your stomach.

When you opened the door, however, instead of the dark, brooding presence of the dungeon bat, you were met with the soft, gentle gaze of Professor Lupin. You both stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the unexpected meeting. A beat of awkward silence filled the room, but Lupin was the first to break it.

"Y/N," he began, the slight hint of a smile on his lips, "It seems there's been a change of plans. Professor Snape had to attend an emergency and asked me to oversee your detention."

You nodded, trying to mask the relief and thrill that washed over you. "I…understand, Professor."

Lupin held up a piece of parchment, clearing his throat slightly before reading in a tone that was slightly mocking the one of Snape's, "Detention assigned to Miss L/N for assisting another student during class." He raised an eyebrow, looking rather incredulous. "Your punishment is to hand wash every potion instrument."

Lupin rolled his eyes and, with a swift flick of his wand, every beaker, flask, and cauldron gleamed, spotless clean. You watched in astonishment, your voice suddenly caught in your throat.

Lupin grinned. "I think making a student wash instruments for a good deed is rather absurd. Consider your detention…modified. You're free to leave, or you can stay here and keep me company while I grade these essays," he said, motioning to the large pile on his desk, a hint of hope in his tone.

A part of you knew you should leave, but another part- the part that longed for his company- compelled you to stay. The allure of spending time alone with him was too tempting to pass up. "I think I'll stay, if that's alright with you, Professor. I have some studying to do and could use the quiet space."

He nodded and smiled, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer than necessary. "Suit yourself."

The room settled into a comfortable silence. The only sound was the occasional rustling of papers and the scratch of quills. But beneath the calm, there was an underlying tension, something that made your heart flutter and your cheeks burn up slightly.

You found yourself losing focus on your book. Every time you tried to concentrate, your eyes would drift towards Lupin. You'd steal glances, noting the way his brow would furrow in concentration, the soft sigh he'd let out reading a particularly difficult essay, the way the quill looked so small held between his long fingers. Your mind wandered, thinking about what his fingers would feel like gripping your thigh, around your neck, under your skirt…You forced yourself to snap out of it before the way you started to squirm betrayed your dirty mind.

Lupin wasn't oblivious either. He'd occasionally glance up, catching your gaze, making you flustered. The blush that crept up your cheeks did not go unnoticed, and it only fueled the Professor's smitten glances.

Clearing your throat, you tried to break the tension. "Professor, may I ask a question?"

"Of course," he replied, setting down an essay.

"Why did you really offer me to stay?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Lupin paused, searching for the right words. "I believe in fostering a space for students where they feel safe and…understood. And, well, perhaps I enjoy your company."

As the night wore on, the stack of essays lay forgotten. What began as a quiet study session slowly morphed into something more intimate, a shared space of laughter and stories. You had both abandoned your work, now perched side by side on a desk, a half-eaten chocolate bar between you.

The closeness was new for you. Your knees occasionally brushed, sending little jolts of electricity through you. Your usual shyness melted away bit by bit, replaced by a comfortable ease you hadn't known you could feel around a professor.

"So, Professor," you started, a curious tone in your voice, "what was your time like at Hogwarts? Any wild adventures?"

"Oh, plenty," Lupin reminisced with a soft laugh. "My friends and I…we were quite the handful. Always exploring, getting into trouble."

"Trouble?" you echoed, your interest piqued. "You don't seem the type."

"There's a lot beneath the surface, Miss L/N," he replied, a hint of mystery in his voice. "I wasn't always the…composed professor you see now."

Feeling an unexpected surge of courage, you decided to push the limits a little bit, inching closer, "Oh? Show me then, Professor," you said teasingly.

To your surprise, Lupin didn't retreat. Instead, he stood up, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk. He leaned in, close enough that you could see the faintest lines of laughter around his eyes.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your cheeks burning. You'd never been this close to him- or anyone- like this.

"You know," he said softly, "when I was your age, I thought I had the whole world figured out. But life…it has a way of surprising you."

You swallowed hard, your gaze fixed on his. "Like how?"

"Like finding yourself in a dungeon, sharing a chocolate bar with a remarkable student," he replied, how voice low.

You laughed nervously, "And what else has life taught you, Professor?"

His eyes twinkled. "That sometimes, the things we want most are the ones we least expect. And often, they're right in front of us."

You breath hitched. The air between you was charged, stifling, intoxicating.

"Professor, I-" you began but faltered, unsure of what you were about to confess.

Lupin tilted his head, his expression softening, leaning in so close that your breaths mingled. His proximity was overwhelming, rendering you speechless.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. "It's okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper.

Before you could gather your thoughts, he brushed his lips against yours, so softly it was like a whisper of a touch, as if he knew if he allowed himself more he wouldn't be able to hold back. It was a tentative kiss, a test of boundaries. The faint taste of chocolate lingered from the bar you'd shared, blending with the unique essence of him, creating a flavor that was intoxicatingly him.

His hands, which had been respectfully resting on the desk, now traveled with a newfound boldness, moving from the nape of your neck down to your waist, drawing you infinitesimally closer. His touch was possessive yet gentle, strong yet incredibly tender, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Everything around you blurred into insignificance, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of forbidden desires and burgeoning feelings. You found yourself cataloguing everything- his scent, his warmth, the roughness of his scruff in contrast to the softness of his lips- committing each little detail to memory. You wanted more, craved more, wanted him to pour his soul into you, becoming one.

As he pulled back, there was a teasing glint in his eyes. He studied your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your lips, tracing the curve gently, the contact going straight to your core. His gaze was intense, hungry, searching, as if trying to read every thought that raced through your mind.

"The end of the year is approaching. You'll graduate, and then…" He trailed off, the implication hanging heavily in the air.

He smiled, his eyes locked on yours. "There's a nice little place in Hogsmeade. I've always thought it would be nice to visit it with someone…special."

The word hung between you, its meaning crystal clear. It wasn't just an invitation; it was a promise of something more, something that stretched beyond the walls of Hogwarts and the constraints of your dynamic.

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. "I'd like that," you managed to say, your voice steadier than you felt.

Lupin smiled. A smile of pure joy. One that reached his eyes and seemed to light up the entire room, your entire world. "Then it's a date," he said, the words sealing a promise of future moments.

He stepped back, allowing you to slide off the desk, your knees weak.

"Let me walk you to your dorm, it's getting late."

"Thank you, Professor."

With that, you left the dungeons, your heart racing and your mind replaying every moment of the night, the memory of the kiss lingering on your lips.

[anjelicawrites]

Currently writing

True love’s kiss (Maleficent!Aemond Targaryen x woodland fairy! reader) Sleeping beauty!AU 3/?

Do you like scary movies? (Michael Gavey x reader) Scream!AU 0/7

Out of time (Osferth x reader) Outlander!AU 0/?

Soft IV (Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth)

Untiteled MOTA (Gale Cleven x reader NSFW)

What happened during the heathwave II (Aegond x reader NSFW)

His body remembers (Aegon II Targaryen x reader NSFW)

Little red riding hood, sweetest lamb to the slaughter (werewolf!Osferth x human!reader x vampire!Aemond Targaryen NSFW)

We are here to hurt ourselves (Lestat de Lioncourt x reader NSFW)

Cringefail Throuple: Billy gets his “Well done shag” | Cringefail Throuple: Michael needs to be fucked into silence while watching trash TV | Cringefail Throuple: their first time together | Cringefail Throuple: Billy and Michael first time together | How the War Boys throuple got together and their first time | Cringefail Throuple: the boys get hot and bothered while watching a spicy video of reader sent them during finals | dark!Michael Gavey x fem!reader smut| OG!Poly either prompt #1 or #8 from this prompt list | OG!Poly and the huge dildo reader once bought | OG!Poly Osferth, Aemond and his pierced nipples + Aemond wears the Mexico lace top | OG!Poly the first time Aemond went down on reader | Cringefail Throuple 💡the cringies on holiday! | OG!Poly and Osferth being such a loud sub, he and reader had the police called on them | Billy and Michael react to reader wearing a sexy harness | OG!Poly roleplay Aemond being a captive prince | Aemond's first time sucking Osferth off | How the War Boys Polycule plans a date night at home | Aegond x Aegon's wife!reader. Reader helps the brothers repair their relationship with a threesome | nipple play with poly!Aemond until he cries | Cringefail Throuple: can the boys come untouched when sucking cock? | poly!Aemond who gets off on being called pretty| poly!Osferth getting destroyed by poly!Aemond after the huge dildo prank | War Boys Polycule, Tom gets punished for being a flirt | Osferth x professor!reader with religious kink and corruption | the cringies and temperature play | Aegond x reader: Aegon gets fucked while wearing a slutty maid outfit | Aegon x reader, he gets pegged while wearing a slutty maid outfit |

| modern!dark!obsessed Aegon who falls for a reader who doesn't even know who he is and ends up as his basement wife | Aegon x reader where reader takes control over pathetic Aegon | Aegon x wife!reader. He begs for reader's attention | Michael and reader meet Billy's parents by mistake and they don't take too kindly to the throuple situation | modern!Aegon takes take of his partner who is struggling with their diabetes | Cringefail Throuple: Michael is dommed hard plus nipple biting | Aegond: college!Aegon opens an OF, Aemond finds out | for all the throuples: how do the boys manage when reader feels jealous and starts to withdrawn? | Michael Gavey gets head until he cries | dry humping with Billy Taylor | wedding night with shy virgins Billy Taylor x wife!reader | Aegon II Targaryen x wife!reader: Helaena tells reader about Alicent's betrayal and reader has to tell Aegon | poly!Aemond rubs one off after being called 'pretty' by reader | poly!Aemond in subspace | Cringefail Throuple: Michael gets his brain sucked through his dick by BIlly as reader dirty talks him and plays with his nipples | Aegond: Aegon gets his dick sucked until he cries | modern!Aemond x reader: sexting | Aegond: Aemond facefucks Aegon in the brothel, after he’s discovered with Sylvi | modern!Aegon x classmate!reader. He’s falling for reader but can’t stay away and having fantasies about her sucking his cock | Cringefail Throuple 💡: the cringies assemble furniture. Michael fails, Billy is a natural pro and reader is just there to be chaotic; sex ensues | War Boys Polycule: the first time Tom fucks Billy, and reader is there to cuddle Billy during the action | Aemond Targaryn x reader x Michael Gavey (AKA the Nerdy Poly) for -😎 anon | a second part to the “Are you jealous prompt” Tom Bennett x reader | a second part to the oneshot “One step from you” modern!prosecutor!Aemond Targaryen x commissioner!reader | modern!Aegond x reader. They belong to a cult and kidnap reader so that they can marry Aegon | The Cringies spitroasting Michael when he’s too bitchy to function | temperature play with sub!Aemond Targaryen| Cringefail!Billy starts running the pub and experiments with newer drinks, not everything goes the way it should | Cringefail! Billy asking for affection using coupon tickets | the War Boy poly discover the existence of sex toys | Tom Bennett x reader. Reader tries to help him with PTSD | OG!Poly roleplaying a knights x princess scenario | the cringies find out about Michael's love for tentacle porn. Sex ensues | Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader. He fucks her as she only wears a necklace | strict headmaster! Michael Gavey. How he is at home and how he's at home with his wife | modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader. He takes care of reader when they're sick |

03/11 Updated!

[deusvervewrites]

What were the best fics you've read this year?

I'm narrowing this down to the fics that I started reading in 2023

Genesis: AFO!Midoriya as a Vigilante, and Ashido getting OFA.

Shuten-Doriya: Transfem!Midoriya with an Oni Quirk. She and Inko end up making a highly-popular Sake brand. Hatsume and Melissa make a robot that turns communist.

CoG: The Missing Link: A MHA crossover with Psyren that adapts it to the MHA setting in a fascinating way

Hellspawn: Midoriya with a demonic Quirk

Supporting a Hero: Support course Midoriya dating OFA!URaraka. Hero!Toga.

Oops, Seiai: Midoriya is accidentally enrolled in Seiai. Shenanigans ensue.

Mechanize!: Support course Midoriya who has a Quirk, unknown to him.

Changing Gears: Come on. You already know.

Four Minutes for the Truth: Ace Attorney crossover with Ghost Trick that assumes you know the twists in Ghost Trick. Sissel has to keep Edgeworth alive

Gears & GFs: Quote the summary, "Momo hacks. Mei invents. They fall in love, meet, fight, and kiss— in that order."

Ghost of a Chance: Another Ace Attorney and Ghost Trick crossover, this time with Mia as the ghost

Heroes Beneath the Mask: Persona 5 crossover with MHA with the interesting twist of not having Joker and Midoriya roleswap.

Welcome to demon school, Izuku-kun!: Fucking read it.

When Fangirling Reaches New Heights: Fem!AFO!Midoriya is bad at being a Villain but good at flirting with OFA!Uraraka.

Good Intentions (Make Bad Excuses): Dadzawa arrests Quirkless Vigilante Midoriya in an effort to make him a Hero only to discover that he is in a Midoriya Has Trust Issues fic and just shattered the tenuous relationship he'd built

Those who Help the Heroes: Another Support!Midoriya fic, this time with online friends

Pony Tsunotori's Second Quirk: Bootleg One for All: Look there is nothing here I can say that the title doesn't.

Oops, One for All for All: Same author and description as the previous entry.

Accidental Apotheosis: Ash is actually an Arceus because his dad is secretly the Arceus. Hilarity ensues.

Ghost of Tatooine: From the author of my favorite BotW fic, this Star Wars fic is based around the idea that Anakin didn't become Darth Vader because Sideus fucking killed him and Luke can see his ghost.

Feels Like There's No Gravi-TEA!: A fluffy one-shot of Uraraka and Yaoyorozu getting together.

Grindstone and Forge: Midoriya clears extra-dimensional dungeons to gain superpowers and Yaoyorozu has OFA.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Starlet au first time?

It's a few weeks after their first kiss (did I mention these two moved at a glacial pace???)

But they wait and they take their time because this really isn't something either wants to just... fall into. They've spent over a year denying their feelings and pushing each other away and pretending that they're fine with just being friends, and now everything just feels so big between them. The feelings and the love that is founded in more than just attraction, and the reality of actually getting to act on it.

They go on dates, initially. And by dates I mean having dinner at Lexa's house, just the two of them. Usually Lexa cooks, because the extent of Clarke's prowess in the kitchen is reserved to slightly burnt grilled cheeses and cold salad, but Clarke finds her own ways of helping out. Making it feel more domestic. More romantic. She brings wine and flowers and kisses the chef between offers to stir things, and gets handsy during one particular pasta making lesson that leaves Lexa with palm shaped flour prints on her once-expensive slacks.

It's not that they're putting off having sex or running from it, they're just not trying to force it. They enjoy the phase of getting to be close without overthinking everything. Getting to flirt and touch and learn each other, without expectation.

It'll happen when it's supposed to happen, just like everything else between them.

Which is why when a summer heat wave storms through LA and Lexa invites Clarke over to swim in her very luxurious, very private pool, neither really thinks much of it.

Except Lexa likes the kind of bikinis that that look like too tight and too small boyshorts. The kind that ride low on her hips and show off her thighs and hug her ass like they were painted on. And the fact that it comes with this stringy little top that barely covers her small, rounded breasts just really isn't fair in Clarke's professional opinion.

Not that she has a n y room to say anything, because the halter number she chooses that barely wrangles her own cleavage, paired with bottoms that are little more than a handkerchief tied with twine leave Lexa choking on her own tongue.

But it's fine, because they're adult women who can absolutely behave themselves in the company of scantily clad leading ladies, so it's fine and also! It's fine.

And it is fine as they sun bathe and it is fine when they slip into the water and it is fine as they relax in the cool that washes over them.

It's all fine right up until Clarke gets a little too comfortable in how good it feels to just be together, laughing at some sassy remark Lexa's said that earns her a splash right to the face. A battle of splashes ensues - a war of blood must have blood in the form of water right to the eyes - which is still fine... right up until Clarke finds herself pinned to the edge of the pool.

With a very firm thigh pressed right between her legs.

And honestly Lexa doesn't quite know what she was thinking other than that she would not be ceding this battle. She hadn't started it, but she was going to finish it, and Clarke could be stubborn when it comes to admitting defeat.

But her carefully constructed battle strategy goes right out the window at the sound of Clarke's gasp. At the sight of crystal blue eyes dilating and the warm feel her center pressed tight against her thigh.

She didn't realize she'd grown so serious until she notices just how serious Clarke looks too. The way her swallow matches Lexa's swallow. The way her breathing feels heavy where she's pinned to Lexa's chest. It's not even a conscious thought when she slides her thigh forward and feels Clarke's warmth slip against her skin as Lexa rocks into her.

She'd just wanted to hear Clarke gasp like that again...

But Clarke feels so good, and her wide eyes so wonderfully blue. She bites her lip when Lexa pushes into her again, fighting a flutter of her lashes as she sways into the movement too. Lexa feels herself shaking and her heart hammering against the feeble walls of its cage, but she can't do anything other than keep pressing, keep pulling, feeling Clarke get slicker against her thigh.

She feels like she she could pass out in that moment. With Clarke so close as they share each breath and neither daring to move; to look away. They stare and shiver and work calm their shallow panting, even as Lexa feels Clarke begin to roll her hips in an answering rhythm. Her heart nearly stops when Clarke reaches for her hands and lifts them off her shoulders, only to move them to the pool's edge for better leverage and moans a breathy,

"Harder..."

And there's not much she can do but kiss Clarke like her life depends on it, because with the way her body reacts to the command, it probably does. She nearly comes when a thigh slips in and presses firmly against the mess between her own legs because out of all the ways she'd imagined having Clarke, this surprisingly was never one of them. But it feels so right to feel this desperate, to whimper needy high pitched moans with every massage of her clit. It feels right to match Clarke's rhythm and suck her tongue in time the pounding in her core, to nearly growl when a particularly good grind lets her feel Clarke shudder and clench.

It's fast race to the finish, all clutching hands and searching lips that suck in needy, watery kisses. It's bites to collarbones and finger shaped bruises across her hips until Clarke spills over her thigh in a hot rush of pleasure, with Lexa joining shortly after.

It's amazing, and surreal for how unplanned it all was, despite Clarke's panted accusation,

"I see... You lured me here to seduce me... Well played, Alexandria. Well played."

Any guffawing Lexa does in response is quickly silenced when she's crowded out of the christened pool and stripped out of her ruined bathing suit. And when she's hoisted up to wrap her legs around Clarke's hips, she knows this was how it was supposed to be. Because while she hadn't imagined the first time getting her girlfriend(!!!) off would go anything like it had, Clarke carrying her to her room while whispering softly against her lips, "Let me take you to bed, baby"....

Now that she had definitely envisioned.

[mysticalsoot]

guitars and domestic bliss

a/n; this was an idea that I wasn't originally going to write. but lilly is like that and gave more ideas and so we're here. i actually really adore this fic alot and while I am not confident in my tickling or kissing writing skills, I think this turned out decently. (i also have three more fics I'm gonna finish to post soon, hehe)

summary(I forgot, wtf); reader and Wilbur (both autistic coded) like silently playing guitar together, and Wilbur uses that knowledge to help calm down reader during a storm! flirting, over guitar kissing and trampoline tickles ensue!

pairings; cc!wilbur x gn!reader

warnings; swearing (I think, honestly just assume my writing has swearing), kissing, thunderstorm mentions, Wilbur is flirty not entirely suggestive but that man is a flirt (not always a good one) so yk!

pronouns; none!

words; 2.4k exactly

masterlist

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You and Wilbur had plenty in common, similar interests, habits—even similar functions of your brain. One thing that was the most similar, was your love for music and playing music. It was a common occurrence for the both of you to simply just be next to each other, playing whatever riff or song that came to mind for hours. You'd either be somewhere in your shared office, either sat in your chairs or on the floor—or standing opposite each other as you smiled and played anything and everything.

It was a mindless activity the both of you enjoyed, something tactile you could do without speaking or thinking. Fingers plucking at the strings, forming chords on the fretboard, heads bouncing a smidge at the sounds and rhythm. Wilbur humming lyrics incoherently, but he knows exactly what they are and somehow, so do you.

His face would contort in this concentration, eyes shut and mouth smiling as he would listen to the sounds of the music. It was peaceful to be here, it was peaceful to watch him. And you came to the conclusion that this is what domestic bliss must be like. Watching your lover enjoy something he loves, see the smile curve up on his lips as he throws himself into the lake of passion. Butterflies would flutter and erupt in your heart escaping the confines of the muscle and into your chest.

These moments of calm felt like home, like safety. That's something you knew, something you felt.

Today was no different, it was quiet and dark. A storm had been passing over for a few days, sheets of rain falling from the sky and hitting the roof over and over. Thunder and lightning erupting in an anger only a god could muster. And sure, it spooked you, you'd jump at every sound and your heart raced in panic. It had been going on for a few days, and Wilbur decided to drown out the sounds. 

He grabbed his favorite guitar, the greenish blue one he liked to call teal but you liked to call seafoam. And he sat on the bed opposite you, beginning the usual habit of strumming a tune, but this time to comfort you and him too.

It wasn't long after he started playing that you joined in too, grabbing your own guitar and playing along. You watched as his fingers danced on the fretboard, moving to each different chord and note while his other hand plucked at the strings as he bounces his head in joy. It was nice to watch him so in tune with the music, so in love with it.

You played along with him and then he switched to playing Call Me What You Like. Your face fell and you stumbled over chords as you tried to play along with him, but failing.

Wilbur looks up from his guitar at you, eyes boring into yours through the stray curls on his forehead that dip down over his eyes. His lips curve up into a soft but mischievous smile, "You alright there, darlin?"

You pull your lips into a thin line, looking down at his guitar and then at yours, "You only taught me the beginning, I can't play along," You frown slightly as you do your best to scour your memory for what the chords looked like and what strings he plucked.

He chuckled lightly and put his guitar flat down on the bed, near the pillows and he scooted closer to you, "Then let me show you," He grabbed your hand gently and moved it lower on the fretboard, by the eighth fret. He moves your fingers to the right strings, "Now strum down," He smiles when the note rings out, nearly perfect and your face erupts into a mirrored smile. "There you go, love," He smiles, moving your fingers to the next chord, and nods, signaling for you to strum again. A different tone of sound rings out, but this time it sounds broken and you cringe.

"Ouch," You chuckle shyly, trying again and Wilbur looks down at you with a soft gaze. You strum down again and this time it sounds much better, and closer to what the song sounds like.

"Good job, love," Wilbur's smile is steady and only grows in size, his eyes shining with love and care.

This continues for a while until you can play the entire song on your own. Wilbur grabs his guitar and holds it back into his arms, going back to playing yet again. The two of you continue playing various riffs and songs you both know, for a good while. Occasionally your eyes would glance up at him, watching him as he played. His eyes were now open, glinting with love and his mouth curved into a soft grin. 

He mumbled the lyrics and as he did so, he'd glance up at you. He'd smile when a particular line came up, I'll go through every doorway and doorframe you see suitable for us to go through, he'd smirk and you knew with that stupid line he had intentions of poking at your height. But he didn't and rather continued on through the verses and lyrics, singing softly as he strummed along. You followed with your own strumming, adding to the calming noise that nearly drowned out the sounds of the storm. Calmness washed over you when you realized you had forgotten about the storm in its entirety. You suppose Wilbur deserves more credit than he's given, he's good at this. At calming you and helping you. 

The storms quieted down not long after, but you both continued playing. His attention was locked on his guitar and every movement of the chords, but yours kept deterring from the music, and the guitar held in your hands, and your eyes locked on him. It baffled you how someone could be as pretty as him, as perfect as him.

He was perfect with how his hair falls over his eyes when he looks down, how he smiles so soft and small, and how he breathes a laugh when he fucks up whilst playing. It was beautiful to you, serene to see him in such a domestic setting.

He looked huggable—kissable.

You waited for a moment to catch him off guard, the gears in your head turning as you watched him continue playing, moving on to a different song. He hummed instead of quietly singing, and you put down the guitar on your lap. You watched him for a few moments, and he glances up briefly, just enough to give you a sly smile before readjusting his eyes to land on his own guitar.

You waited for a moment where he looked up while playing and you were quick with your movements, grabbing onto his collar gently and pulling him down to meet your lips to his. A screech could be heard from the strings of the guitar along with a squeak from him. His eyebrows went up in shock for a moment before his face relaxed. He let his hands fall to your waist as your lips connected with his, soft and sweet. He chuckled against your mouth, smiling and pulling away a moment later. Your hands still grasped his collar as you looked up. Wilbur's face was tinted pink, and he set his guitar aside before pulling you closer. 

A smirk curved upon his lips and he chuckled again, "You should do that more often, maybe on stage?" His head dipped down close to yours, and a kiss pressed to your cheek.

"Wilbur!" You smacked his shoulder and your face turned a dark shade of red, your lover laughing lightly at the sight.

"What? You should! That'd be a great clip, don't you think?" He's cocky with his delivery and he sighs as he lets his forehead fall to rest on your shoulder. Wilbur's hands rest on your sides and he pulls you closer and onto his lap.

"You're horrible," You grumble to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, and your arms snake around his back.

"You didn't say it was a bad idea," He presses a soft kiss to your jaw, pulling back from where his head rested on your shoulder. He reaches up to hold your face in his hands, thumbs running over the soft skin of your cheeks. You hum and melt into his touch and his eyes sparkle with love as he watches you, your eyes closing and your hands resting on top of his.

"I didn't say it was a good idea, either," 

"I still think it should be on the table," Wilbur counters, pulling your face closer to his and he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. His breath fans over your face, past your eyes and it tickles you. A giggle falls past your lips and you can't help but let a soft smile curve on your features.

"How about…no," You pause, and your eyes glance up to meet his, and your soft smile turns into a smirk, "Ask one of your bandmates to kiss you instead," 

He's taken aback for a moment, pulling away from leaning his head on yours and he looks down at you. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water and then he shuts it closed a final time, mouth forming a thin line. He doesn't answer you and so you giggle.

"That isn't a no either!" You wrap your arms around his neck and he brings you in for another kiss, this one less rushed and slower than before and you pull back, "You'd kiss Ash, wouldn't you?"

"I didn't say anything so you can't incriminate me!" He nuzzles his face into your neck again, arms wrapping tightly around your middle and he grumbles at you.

"I'd kiss him too," You press a kiss to the top of his head and the only response you get from him is another grumble.

He pulls away again, and looks down at you, eyes boring into yours with an uncanny seriousness to them, "Who wouldn't?"

"Mm, an insane person," A peck to his lips.

"Correct!" He chuckles and pulls you back against him, before falling back onto the bed with you in his arms, "How are you feeling now?"

"Much better," You mumble against him as you nuzzle your face into his chest, your arms wrapping around his middle as his hands find their way to rub circles on your back.

"Is my amazing guitar playing the reason?" Despite not being able to see his face, you can still hear the smirk through his words.

"Fuck you," You smack his chest playfully.

"Hey!" He giggles, "I'll tickle you!" 

"Nooo! What a horrible punishment! Aaaah!" You giggle through the entire string of words, your tone so painfully sarcastic and playful, but you sneak out of his grasp before he can even think of tickling you. You jump off the bed and run out the door into the hallway. 

"Hey! No fair!" He yells after you, making grabby hands as he follows you through the hall and down the stairs, "I'm gonna get ya!" You both giggle as he follows you, the house isn't big enough to get out of his reach and so you go through the living room and through the backdoor.

"You'll never catch me!" You jump down the stairs and through the yard, avoiding any puddle the storm left behind.

"I'd like to see you try!" You're both out of breath by now, giggling and laughing as you run around the yard. 

You find your way to the trampoline stuffed in the back corner of the yard. Two 20-somethings don't need a trampoline, really but it was in your childhood home and your niece and nephew really liked it. So you and Wil kept it and sometimes used it yourselves. get your head out of the gutter, you jumped on it like little children, it was fun!

You hopped up on it, and Wil was quick to follow, hopping on and plopping next to you. His hands found purchase at your sides and tickled, you bent over giggling, holding your stomach as you swatted at his hands. 

"Stop!!" You let out through giggles, and you were somehow able to get your own fingers on his neck, tickling him back which made him retract immediately.

"Hey! No fair!" He was giggling and managed to pry your hands off his neck and you took the opportunity to jump up out of his reach before he could process and tickle you again.

"It's entirely fair, Wilbur!" You giggled as he too got up and stood on the trampoline.

"Nope," He jumped forward towards you, gently and grasped onto your sides, pulling you down onto the trampoline with him. You squealed at him and tried to wiggle out of his grasp before he could tickle you again.

"Wiiiill!!" He wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you closer as you both giggled, not yet noticing how the wet trampoline has dampened either of your clothes.

"Whaaaaat?" Wilbur smiled as he did his best to breathe normally again, giggles not interrupting it anymore.

Your own giggles waivered out, and you turned your head on its side to look at him. You reached your hands out to grasp his face, "I love you."

His cheeks are dusted a light pink and his smile becomes soft, he leans up to kiss your nose and then he pulls back, "I love you too," He chuckles as he looks around, "Our clothes are wet now."

"Oh, I know. I was just ignoring it," You shrugged and kissed his forehead.

"Alright, whatever," He chuckles as he nuzzles his head against your chest, and you run your fingers through his hair. His hands snake up underneath you, onto your back and you both lay there silently, the only sounds are of nature and your breathing.

You both lay there on the trampoline, in domestic bliss before the rain begins pelting down again. It was nice while it lasted, and you both hurried inside to get warm and dry off. But you both gazed at each other and without saying anything, you both agreed that it was worth getting soaked if it meant you got to hold each other.

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[romanreignseater]

hey-hey! I was wondering if i could get a 18+ Roman Reigns imagine, based off the song lyrics: “Aw, he like his bitches psychotic. Sit on his face and explain why I'm toxic. How you talk shit but ain't backin' it up?” Where she and Roman have like a slightly ‘toxic’ relationship, where it’s really they just get jealous over simple things. One night they get into a big fight, and she is like ‘if you really want toxic’ and it leads to like heated smut! Thank you!!!! :)) :D

Psycho Bitch (Request).

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Heated smut; choking, slapping, spit-kink. Toxic couple behavior.

A/N: Thanks so much for the request, I’ve been working on my Jey fic so I haven’t thought about any sort of Roman smut and this is a…

BEAUTIFUL IDEA 💕 !!

A little birthday smut never hurt.

GIF: @jeysuso

Aw, he like his bitches psychotic (Yeah)

Sit on his face and explain why I'm toxic (Uh, eat that thing), uh

How you talk shit but ain't backin' it up? (Uh-huh)

Toxic (täksik) - very harmful or unpleasant.

You and Roman’s relationship was kind of toxic…

Ok, it was really toxic.

But, in a good way.

You guys weren’t official, but you were definitely exclusive. You were an up and coming WWE Superstar, starting up in NXT and quickly making your way to the main roster.

You’ve been on the main roster since 2020 and your situation-ship with the newly created Head of the Table soon ensued. His sly looks and slick comments caused you to fall into his trap.

And of course you came out of an uncomfortable relationship and Roman came out of a nasty divorce, so you guys were never really committed to start a relationship.

Yet here you were, moved into his house basically, toothbrush beside his, and pancakes (almost) every morning in bed. Practically in a full blown relationship.

You never would look in another man’s direction, but boy did you love when Roman gets jealous. So, you may or may not have put the moves on the young, blonde waiter at lunch for Roman’s birthday.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Roman slammed the down behind him as you ignored him and walked all the way upstairs. “Don’t ignore me bitch!” His footsteps soon reached you and next thing you know your face was slammed against the wall. Your arms held behind your back by one of Roman’s hands and the other pressing your face against the wall.

His dick pressed against your ass and his burly chest molding perfectly onto your back. Goosebumps arose from the depths of your arms and legs, as Roman breathed heavily in your ear. Your staggered breathing caused Roman to chuckle.

“I know that pussy gettin real wet for daddy. You was flirting with that bitch on purpose huh?!” All of your senses tingled as he thrusted his hips forward. His hand traveled from your head to the back of your neck, nearly strangling you.

“Answer. The. Fuckin’. Question.”

“We not even together bitch, why do you care?!” You said strained.

Roman let go of you and turned you around. His hand was quick to travel back to your neck. “You’re fuckin’ mine bitch, ya’ understand me?!” Roman squeezed your neck tightly and you were barely able to get your words out.

“Prove it… pussy.”

You were shoved into Roman’s bedroom and tossed down onto the bed. His kisses were rough and passionate, sending shockwaves to your cunt. Already sloppy and wet from your rendezvous in the shower this morning.

His fingers slip into your pants and quickly sop up your wetness. Rubbing you so heavenly, targeting your clit perfectly. “Mmmm, don’t stop.”

A slap was drawn across your face. “Don’t tell me what to fucking do!” You quickly shook your head yes, heeding to his warning. “Let daddy work his magic.” Your pants were stripped away and panties ripped to shreds.

Tapping your thighs, “Come on mama, you already know. Spread em’.” You shyly spread your legs, opening wide to your Tribal Chief.

“I knew that pussy was screaming for me.” You yelped as Roman began to slap your pussy harshly. “Oh—ow.” Roman laughing boldly.

“Gotta make sure these fools still see my handprints, since you say we ‘not together’.” Dipping down, “I might as well make sure they can still taste a little of me on here too, right?!”

“Fuck.”

Roman dove right into your sweet cunt, swirling his languid tongue across your clit. From your hole and back. Your hands gripped his luscious locks hardly as the feeling was intense, almost near death. You felt his soft, yet rough beard tickle your inner thighs as he slowly parted your pussy lips to reach further depths. Twirling his tongue in small, delicate circles along your clit and making your head loll back as a deep moan bursted from you.

“Fuck, my pussy so sweet.” Roman went back to lapping and slurping on your clit. Your hands slid onto his broad shoulders to support your body as you grinded against his tongue. Your orgasm nearly reached you, but then Roman removes himself from you.

“Nooo… I was about to cum.” Roman slapped your face once more. “Sweetheart, don’t tell me how to do my job.” Tapping your cheek, Roman signaled for you to open your mouth. Crossing your arms over your chest, you slowly opened your mouth wide.

“Atta girl.” Roman’s spit soon trailed from his mouth into yours. Without hesitation, you swallowed his spit quickly. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay mama?!” Speaking to you like a damn child, you removed your top feeling giddy that your release was coming.

Removing his clothing, Roman’s rock hard body and dick lie perfectly for your viewing pleasure. “Imma really show you, your mines.” That last part was whispered into your ear as he slowly entered you.

His dick hitting the back of your pussy with a firm pounding. All while, the bedsheets were being gripped for dear life as you cried softly to him before he brought his face closer and kissed you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth.

“I want your cum in me please.” You begged. “You want my cum all up in you baby?!”

“YES!!”

“Tell me I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, you’re mine and I’m yours. Nobody else, but you daddy.”

“Watch me baby.” Your eyes never left him.

He held your hip with one of his hands and the other slowly rubbing up and down your soft and dripping folds. Taking his time, making you feel every inch of him. “Daddy stretching that pussy out good huh?!” You could only nod at the sheer amount of pleasure you were receiving.

“Fuck yessss.” Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and Roman’s pace quickened. Your pussy twitched and your breathing became considerably heavy.

“I’m gonna cum daddy.”

He stops.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! I was gonna cum.”

Roman slapped you across the face once more. “I do whatever I want with my pussy. You said it yourself I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“But, you know I take care of you. Watch how daddy takes care of you.” You both watched as he entered you again, stroking your pussy. You whimpered as the tumultuous pleasure came back making your cunt quiver.

You forgot your ABC’s and 123’s at that point by the way your Samoan king was fucking you. “Unhh, fuck baby I’m cumming for you.” He moaned as his thrusts became heavy. They soon came to a halt and a deep, guttural moan came from his throat. Your vision blurring as you reached your highs together.

Dick still twitching as he pumped his cum into you. He kissed you languidly and pulled out of your sensitive cunt. He bent down quickly and kiss your clit, making you jolt.

“Are we together or what?!”

“Happy birthday bitch and goodnight.”

He kissed the top of your head and covered you up.

“You’re mine.”

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THE END!!

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[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

gert's masterlist of 2023 ted lasso fics! which is. all my ted lasso fics lol

there are so many here buckle up

crack/primarily humor fics:

semaphore - rated: G - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

Four bracelets and thirteen mugs later, Colin might have finally gotten the hint. Because it was directly pointed out by a crowd of himbos, but you know, still! We got there! Right?! Right?!

birds of a feather - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent & Colin (Gen)

Colin notices Trent's mug, alright. (Or: Trent's increasingly less subtle attempts at broadcasting that he is a Safe Person and Also Queer do reach Colin, but Colin gets the wrong message.) (It could be worse. He could have thought Trent was flirting.)

exercising restraint - rated: E - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted; ft Diamond Dogs

Following a fun and informative encounter with his favorite ex-journalist, Ted has a rather uncomfortable meeting with the Diamond Dogs. Featuring: Trent Crimm and the be-catted bag, Leslie Higgins knowing a lot about BDSM, Roy Kent being the world's most unwilling participant in this conversation, and Beard being Beard.

☆ Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted; Richmond Ensemble

In the locker room, Coach Lasso kisses their resident emotional support biographer, casual-as-you-please, and then leaves like nothing happened. Chaos ensues and the entirety of the club somehow gets involved. Trent wishes for the sweet release of death.

a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted; Diamond Dogs, ft Will

The Diamond Dogs discuss first kisses. This leads to… a series of events sure does happen. And did happen.

☆ Rupert Mannion Is Batman (He Isn't) - rated: M - chapters: 13/13 - Trent/Ted; Richmond Ensemble

A series of bizarre, loosely related events occur, all kicked off by Trent absently mentioning that he may or may not have once hooked up with Rupert Mannion.

☆ painting the town richmond blue - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted; Trent's ex-wife

Ted Lasso unexpectedly runs into a very drunk Trent Crimm (the Independent), along with his equally drunk ex-wife. They're having a GREAT time. Ted is… pulled along for the ride.

Trent and the Vampire! - rated: M - chapters: 1/1 - Trent & Colin; Trent/Ted

Trent has a truly stupid amount of hickeys to hide thanks to SOMEONE. (Ted is unrepentant and he WILL do it again.)

The Portal Incident™ - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted; Press Room

It's a lovely day in the Richmond press room, and you are a horrible portal.

best seat in the office - rated: E - chapters: 6/6 + an additional snippet - Trent/Ted; Roy and Beard - note: some chapters lean more Smut, Angst, etc

Trent has many problems (chronically low self-esteem, deeply hopeless crush on co-worker, being helplessly attracted to said co-worker) and the bizarre lack of chairs ain't one. He can just sit on his desk—he's sat in stranger places. That is, until Ted somewhat jokingly offers his lap as a replacement. Trent immediately falls off the desk. For additional snippet: In which Ted just asked.

the two ring circus - rated: M - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted; Diamond Dogs

[sent] – Lara, do you remember being lectured on the dangers of peer pressure? lara<3 – Aw has someone offered you a cigarette :) [sent] – a large swathe of richmond staff is trying to make me get nipple piercings :( lara<3 – trent what the fuck does that mean

snippets:

The Thumbs Up Saga - [part one] [part two] - Trent & OCs; ft Trent/Ted

of throuples and genders - Ted/Trent/Rebecca; ft Roy/Keeley/Jamie

Ted Kisses Trent In Front Of A Business Of Journalists For Probably Just Mischief Reasons - Trent/Ted

Trent's into how much of a bastard Ted is unfortunately - Pre Trent/Ted

Similar to that one: Trent's into Ted cursing (specifically in how much of a bastard he is about it) unfortunately - Pre Trent/Ted

☆ A weird alternate meeting/pre-canon meet-cute - [main] [additional snippet] - Trent/Ted; Beard [POV Outsider for second one]

Trent embarrasses himself in front of Michelle and it's cute - Ted/Trent; Michelle

☆ Ridiculous FMK Games - Diamond Dogs; ft Trent/Ted (could be interpreted as some combination of Ted/Trent/Roy/Beard if you want); also ft Colin

oops rebecca made them kiss - Trent/Ted; Rebecca [season one!]

Trent Crimm Is Fuckable! Everyone Agrees - Trent/Ted; Ensemble

Check time travel AUs section for those lol

smut fics (Rated E)

the best ones; primarily smut

☆☆ off the record - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

Intrepid reporter Trent Crimm earns his scoop.

☆☆ trick & treat - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

In which a relatively harmless prank causes everyone at the Richmond Halloween party to be somewhat transformed into their Halloween costume. The charm is supposed to be fun. And it is! Really, it is! It's just that it really is effected by your mindset and by what you like about the costume, and Trent is--well, Trent's leaving the party early. He swears he wasn't thinking about this when he chose his costume. It's just. He saw Ted's costume and a few fantasies may have gotten away from him a little. Which would have been harmless, had it not been for all this. OR: Some deeply, deeply silly and contrived Halloween smut. Read the tags for more details.

☆ snippet: embarrassing venom au - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

Uh oh sisters it's the deeply embarrassing CRACK VENOM AU NO ONE ASKED FOR!! Everyone clap and cheer Trent has an alien inside him if ya know what i m--

snippet: "desperation" + sub trent - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

diversity win! your journalist is now a sub [For the prompt "Desperation"]

a wonderful wreck - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

Ted, while tipsy as hell, realizes he's bisexual, has a drunken hookup with Trent Crimm, wakes up, and then is… weirdly chill about all of this, considering.

sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell) - chapters: 1/4 - Trent/Ted

Trent has a hard time letting go--at least, letting go completely. He learns a little at a time. Or: 3 times Trent is on top, one way or another, and 1 time he gets utterly railed.

other works:

snippet: coach sandwich - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted/Beard - CRACK

Beard joins Ted and Trent for a threesome in the funniest, stupidest way possible.

☆ an odd sort of comfort - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted - Kinda angsty/pensive but sweet

There's a fantasy Trent has that he tries not to touch. He fails.

oh, in the strangest dreams - chapters: 1/1 + additional Roy POV - Trent/Ted - CRACK

Ted and Trent are both feeling weird about all the extremely vivid sex dreams they keep having about each other, completely unaware of the fact they are, in fact, the same dreams. Shenanigans ensue.

some specific AUs/groups

time travel AU snippets:

s3 Roy & s1 Trent - Serious; Angst - Trent & Roy

s3 Roy & s3 Trent; ft Press Room - Crack/Humor - Trent & Roy

s3 counterparts confuse s1 counterparts - Ensemble (Trent, Ted, Beard, Roy, Rebecca); ft Trent/Ted

☆☆ superhero AU - Trent/Ted; ft Beard:

Main fic

Ted POV

just specifically ships other than Trent/Ted:

snippet: ROY IS NOT TRENT'S SUGAR DADDY SHUT THE FUCK UP - rated: E - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Roy

"I can't believe Roy Kent is your sugar daddy," his ex-wife says, and he flings an aptly named throw pillow at her. Which she dodges with a cackle.

see aforementioned snippet: of throuples and genders - Ted/Trent/Rebecca (ft Jamie/Roy/Keeley)

basically crack wherein these two groups make jokes about gender among other things

also see aforementioned snippet: coach sandwich - Ted/Trent/Beard

Beard joins Ted and Trent for a threesome in the funniest, stupidest way possible.

☆ "caught in the middle" - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Ted/Trent/Beard

Uh oh, there's only one bed! Ft. Trent desperately needing a hug.

☆ "helpless in a game of kisses" - rated: M - chapters: 1/1 - Ted/Trent/Beard

Ted and Beard argue over who is a better kisser, as homies do. Trent is somehow made the referee. Surely this won't be weird at all. Or: How to break Trent Crimm's heart with seven simple kisses. And fix it with a few more.

primarily angst/more serious fics (generally happy endings)

☆☆ matters of the heart - rated: E - chapters: 2/2 (will be a series) - Trent & Everyone; Trent/Ted - somewhat angsty, character study

5 times someone had sex with Trent Crimm and it made him feel worse, and 1 time it actually felt good.

☆ lost sight of (who you are)- rated: T - chapters: 1/2 - will be Trent/Ted in ch 2 - somewhat angsty, character study. My first TL fic, written before s3

Trent Crimm, and becoming, and unbecoming, and becoming again. Or: Eventually, Trent writes a book. No, not that one.

☆ ink sunset - rated: T - chapters: 3/4 - Trent/Ted

Letters, unsent and sent, between Trent Crimm and Ted Lasso over the years.

☆☆ I WANTED TO BE LOVED SO DESPERATELY / THAT MY FINGERS SHOOK WITH IT - rated: T - chapters: 2/2 - Trent/Ted

Trent, and being sick, and being sick alone.

☆ make a mess of you - rated: T - chapters: 2/2 - Trent/Ted

Ted is drunk, and sad, and he really likes Trent Crimm. This cannot end well.

betrayal's sting / absolution's balm - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Ted & Everyone (Gen)

Five times Ted forgives someone… and one time he doesn't.

something to get off my chest - rated: T - chapters: 3/3 - Ted & Trent & Roy (Gen)

Three perspectives on the scene in the locker room.

to have hope - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent & Colin; Will (Gen)

Will overhears a conversation between Trent and Colin.

other fics

☆ moonlit - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

Trent wakes up snuggled close with one Ted Lasso. And immediately overthinks it.

two (not) pieces of shit - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent & Colin (Gen)

In many ways, Trent's sort of become a mentor to Colin. But Colin has some things to teach Trent, too.

☆☆ being right - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Pre Trent/Ted - episode tag

Trent's opinion of Ted Lasso goes from utterly dismal, to slowly wearing down into something generally negative but with an edge of reluctantly impressed, to, abruptly, turning on a dime, something glowing.

off the handle - rated: T - chapters: 3/3 - Trent/Ted

Ted lets himself be angry, kisses the man of his dreams, accidentally makes said man of his dreams cry, acquires a boyfriend, and smashes some shit with Trent Crimm in a parking lot at 3 am. Not in that order. No one ask where Coach Beard got those mugs. (The man of his dreams, the acquired boyfriend, and Trent Crimm all happen to be the same person. This is a surprise to no one but Ted and Trent Crimm himself.)

creme, dough, and other jars - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - pre Trent/Ted - primarily humor

Ted receives an unexpected voice message from one Trent Crimm. At 3 am. About a jar of marshmallow crème.

linger - rated: G - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted; Rebecca

Rebecca comes to see why Ted hasn't gotten off the team bus yet.

some small comfort - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Trent/Ted

Trent finds Ted having a panic attack in the coaches' office.

☆ wayward thoughts - rated: G - chapters: 1/1 - Trent & Ted (Gen, but could be pre Trent/Ted)

Ted reads Trent's article, and lets his thoughts wander.

the dregs at the bottom of the glass - rated: T - chapters: 1/1 - Pre Trent/Ted (could be interpreted as Gen)

Trent tells Ted a story. Or: Trent, throughout his life, has realized over and over again that his parents actually Weren't Great, Actually. This is one of those times.

snippets:

truth liquor/confession - Trent & Press Room; mentioned Trent/Ted

Trent crushing his own recorder - Trent & Colin/Richmond Players (Gen)

Touch-starved Jamie - Gen; mention of past Keeley/Jamie - one of my few (only??) non Trent fics lol

Trent & Jamie talk about shitty dads - Gen

Michelle briefly meets Trent - Michelle & Trent, Michelle & Ted, ft eventual Trent/Ted

the fox & the wolf (Trent telling a fairy tale) - Trent & Roy & Colin; ft implied unrequited Trent/Ted

☆ the prince and the wyrm - (Trent telling a fairy tale but in a wildly different way to the last one) - Trent/Ted

☆ brief selkie snippet - implied Trent/Ted

snippet from a rom-com AU - Trent/Ted; Press Room

three voicemails/POV outsider - Trent/Ted; Lloyd the journo

high noon over richmond - Pre Trent/Ted; ft Beard

☆☆ second impressions (Ted's POV on Trent very early on in canon) - Gen, pre Trent/Ted)

☆☆ biting is a love language - Trent & Everyone; Trent/Ted

not the most romantic first "i love you" but very funny - Trent/Ted

mixed signals - Trent/Ted

They're both in need of a hug - Trent/Ted

Yet another silly Bantr reveal sort of fic - Trent/Ted (currently all text, should be expanded on)

some sneak peaks at wips i'm working on now (UNPOSTED and UNFINISHED, hence no links):

A Deeply Unfortunate Pre-Canon Roy/Trent Hookup

a very bizarre and somewhat smutty tedependent au involving a temple and some surprisingly sad shenanigans

Uh Oh It's The Ted/Trent/Roy/Beard Fic (Extremely E-Rated)

a terrifying mermaid-adjacent tedependent au

a cinderella-esque tedependent fic

a knight and wizard tedependent au

roytrent: romcommunism gone wrong au

Mistletoe Kiss (yeah this one's late)

Rebecca and Keeley Play Matchmaker For Trent and Ted. Oops

a crack addition to that superhero au

Most Of The Diamond Dogs Take Being Supportive Friends To A New Extreme

roytrent ensues. keeley gets to watch. everyone is pleased

one day i'll finish the fic about the other reporters drunkenly daring trent to seduce ted. one day

and MORE.

[genmaichafan]

FREN! IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE’VE TALKED!

WHAT IF: Some rando has been trying to flirt with the reader. He seems to be ignoring how uncomfortable the reader is. This makes Donna incredibly jealous, as she doesn’t take kindly to creeps trying to steal away her girlfriend. As such, she TERRIFIES the creep and sweeps her gf home (lots of kisses and fluff ensue).

TY SM

Hello hello friend i have written it sorry i dont think its my best work and i kinda ignored the second half of the prompt because i uhh got lost in the sauce of an idea.

Anyways enjoy.

Donna x f!reader. modern au. sfw.

You had been at the coffee bar for a while now, Donna had just gone out to grab something quickly at the time being.

You loved this coffee shop.

the barista was friendly and always knew your favourite order. The seat you always wanted in the corner was often empty. And most of all it was quiet.

Something both Donna and you appreciated.

But today of all days there was a promotion going on for old brew that seemed to draw in people like crazy.

it was packed.

and worst of all there was this guy here. That seemed to be eying you up and down with a smirk, something in his eyes said he thought you were easy prey.

”donna please come back so we can leave” you whispered under your breath.

”talking to you self pretty lady?”

oh god he actually approached you.

”yeah i like talking to myself and the voices!” You tried to make him think you were mentally unwell so he would leave you alone.

”whoa. Spicy. I like that.”

you internally face palmed. This frat boy was not going to leave you any times soon.

“Yes I actually am waiting for my partner-“

”oh yeah? You guys open or something?”

you hadn’t noticed but donna had been back from whatever errand she had been doing and had heard the very last thing the creepy man said. She was seething beyond repair.

”no we aren’t open.”

”oh you're her partner?”

he eyed her up and down like he did you earlier.

Donna’s response to this was to start speaking tongues of obscure italian. literally cursing the man. Donna was not a witch but she was trying to cast imaginary spells.

to further sell her game she took out her large and intimidating garden pruning sheers and cut off a lock of his hair really quickly. Not before clutching and blowing the lock into his face further selling the gambit.

The gullible man's face was turning more and more pale and when the final move was cast his hands were shaking.

”w-witchcraft!!” He did not think twice about running away.

donna quickly walked up to you. Dropping the facade. Quickly taking up your hands into hers.

”are you okay mi amore?!”

”yes, thanks to you.” You smile was half amusement still remembering the display, and half adoration.

”im glad.” she brought her lips to your quickly, hoping to wipe the remainder of the man’s presence on your mind away.

”what were you going to get?”

”thats a secret. For now.”

”no fair you know i dont like secrets.”

”i know i know but im hoping youll be happy to see it.”

_____

“Are you sure we should go to our secret spot? It’s going to be super dark this time of night.”

”I promise it won't be that bad mi amore.”

Had it been anyone else you would have not believed them. You were heading to a secret alcove in the nearby park that Donna and your friends liked to hang out at but it didn't have much of a way of being illuminated in the dark, but you knew better.

”ok i trust you.”

Donna's response to this was to take your hand and begin racing towards the park pulling you along with her.

you two laughed along the whole way as if playing like children.

_____

When you arrived you didn't want to say it but youre were kinda right.

it was almost pitch black in the hide away and you couldn’t really see anything. Luckily; you could make out certain shapes enough to not fall or trip on anything. Not to mention you suddenly had no idea where Donna was.

”Donna?”

”right here mi amore” she was right behind you.

“What are we doing here today my love?”

”oh you'll see.”

Just like that the lights that had never been here before turned on. The alcove was beautifully decorated to yours and donnas personal tastes almost as if there was going to be a celebration of shorts set up with fairy lights set up with an extra table with Champaign.

before you could even ask what was going on, Donna got down on one knee.

your breath hitched.

”[y/n], will you marry me?”

Somehow you had managed to bring yourself to affirm that you would in-fact love to marry Donna through the shock.

“Yes! I would love to marry you!”

You two quickly brought each other's lips halfway to meet in the middle in union. savoring the moment between you two and the deep connection you shared. Donna smiled so widely when you finally parted that she had to cover her face a bit. A bad habit that she had not managed to nip that you found extremely cute.

”I love you donna.”

”and I love you more than you could ever know.”

[geekywritings]

“What now?” “You kiss me.”

Sooo, I was actually trying to work on the request with the sarcastic reader, but somehow the story took a life of its own. Buuut, I kinda like the result, so I want to share it with you anyway. I will get to the request once sarcastic muse hits!

So have instead a reader that uses sarcasm, flirtation and wit as a shield, but Cal sees right through it. Let’s just say, reader is having some trouble witht that and cuteness ensues.

___

Witty, sarcastic, snarky and flirtatious. Those were the words most would use to describe you and you were fine with it. The quips and dry jokes were your shield. You last defense after being betrayed one time too often.

You could easily joke with people, because that meant you could leave serious topics aside and drown your fear. Your “What are you afraid of? As if these guys can even shoot properly” during battle was the perfect cover for trying to suppress the memory of this type of weapons being aimed at you and your master.

Flirting was another great tactic to keep people emotionally at arm’s length. Because as long as you flirted, nobody asked anything deeper. Your heart was safe as long as everything remained superficial. And for the longest time, that had worked great.

Until you met Cal Kestis.

Despite everything you tried, he was worming his way through your defenses one smile and kind gesture at a time.

He laughed at your sarcastic quips during battle, when you mocked your enemies, but always asked if you were alright afterward.

He accepted the nicknames you were throwing his way, but always gave you that special smile that had your heart skip a beat whenever you did call him by his name.

He got angry when you flirted with some random guy, constantly stepping in and taking over the conversation himself and he always had a comeback for whatever witty comment you offered.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

You had been betrayed by your soldiers. You had been betrayed by the person who had initially offered you shelter and protection. And you had been betrayed by a man you thought had loved you. You were done trusting.

But how could you not trust Cal? How could you not fall in love when he proved every day that he was different?

“Why are you like this?”, you exploded one evening, the frustration breaking through, while you sat over a game of sabacc together in the Mantis. The two glasses of alcohol you’ve had probably weren’t helping.

“Like what?”, Cal asked, visibly taken aback.

“Like… you.”

Your less than clear answer earned you a raised brow.

“I have no clue what you mean.”

A frustrated huff escaped your lips and you leaned back on the couch, the game forgotten for a moment.

“Kind. Understanding. Loyal. Empathetic. Gentle. Funny. Bloody handsome too!”, you enumerated.

“And that’s bad?”

“Yes!”

“How much did you have to drink?”

You gave him a sarcastic look at that. “Clearly not enough.”

Cal leaned back himself, wondering where this was all coming from.

“You are making it so bloody hard, you know?”, you continued. “To not fall in love with you.”

You had tacked on the explanation before he could ask about it and the words had both of you go absolutely still. Only the humming of the engine was heard, as the Mantis rushed through hyperspace.

“You are in love with me?”, the red-haired Jedi was the first to speak hesitantly.

“No… Yes… I...” You sighed. “I didn’t want to fall in love again. I didn’t want to trust again. Why do you think I kept calling you Starboy instead of your name for the first few weeks? I thought you’d just leave anyway.”

“But I didn’t leave.”

“No, somehow you didn’t. And you always laughed at my stupid dry jokes.”

“I didn’t think they were stupid.”

“And you were never put off by my sarcasm somehow.”

“I think it’s actually endearing.”

“And that’s the problem, Cal! You are perfect. For me… and I… I’m not ready to have my heart pulled out, quartered, fried and served in pieces again.”

You were on the brink of something here, Cal sensed it and he chose his next words with care. “And you think I would do that to you?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he stared at you.

Seconds ticked by until you breathed a simple: “No.”

Slowly, Cal shifted closer to you on the couch, but didn’t dare reach out.

“You are special to me, Y/N. I would rather face Vader again than hurt you like you have been hurt before.”

Wait, what? He sounded as if he knew, even though you had never revealed the betrayals that plagued your heart. He seemed to read your expression just right, because he rubbed his neck, almost a little embarrassed all of a sudden.

“Psychometry… I can’t always control it. I saw things… when I cleaned away some of your clothes.”

“When?”

“Shortly after we’ve met.”

You were left stunned. He had always known and he had never treated you with pity or tried to offer support where it wasn’t asked for. He had just been himself around you.

“What now?”, he asked after another silence, unsure where you stood at this point.

“You kiss me, Starboy. That’s what.”

He did. There would be time to continue this strangely deep talk later.

[pharawee]

Star Hunter's line-up for 2023 (and 2024) was exactly what they'd previously announced and tbh that made sitting through the whole thing actually quite enjoyable and to the point - even if I had to watch the livestream on facebook (apparently it's on youtube too but it's on madan.fun's channel so I didn't know until later).

Now Star Hunter is slowly uploading the pilots for the 5 new series and 2 movies they announced and I've had some time to make up my mind about them.

TRUE MOON | เดือนหลงเดือน 

Star Hunter wouldn't be Star Hunter without their uni BL and campus moons, so this is probably as straightforward as it gets: Poor boy hates rich boy but then they fall in love and have to overcome many obstacles. Personally, I'll never get tired of uni BL so I'm ok with this.

CITY OF STARS | เฟื่องนคร 

Star Hunter has unlocked a new trope: actor/manager BL - but this one comes with a twist: While one of them is an actor, the other guy has been tasked to... tbh I'm not even sure because the subs on the livestream were wonky and they're missing in the yt vid. The other one's a programmer for an app and apparently the actor's so famous that he breaks the app so the programmer gets sent to Thailand for few months (he's the only Thai dude in the whole company, you see) to somehow fix the problem. Oh, but also the actor is his neighbour? And then his manager gets sick so the programmer has to step in. Love ensues. Sounds good, I'm in.

SUNSET VIBES | เพียงชลาลัย

This is the new mosbank series we've been waiting for, and from the whole presentation it's clear that mosbank is now Star Hunter's new main attraction. The series itself is really intriguing. For one, it's beautifully filmed, with beautiful and almost traditional-sounding background music. It starts with a one-night-stand that quickly turns into "oops I got railed by my new boss the night before I started my internship" - but there's a mystery twist right at the end. According to what Mos said during the short presentation it's got something to do with Isan (Northeast Thailand) folklore and possibly past lives so this is going to be really good (I am completely unbiased of course).

BIG DRAGON THE MOVIE

I'm still not sure if this is replacing season 2 or a movie cut of the first season with extra scenes. My Thai is limited and all I know is that season 2 was mentioned (and Tao's actor was there). But anyway, the movie seems to expand on what happens in season 1, with a couple of extra scenes set in the past and the future, so even if we don't get a season 2 this is still going to be a treat.

FLIRT MILK | รักรสนมจืด

Ok so this one could be Star Hunter's wild card. It's a cute and chaotic BL set at (where else) university. Awkward boy meets another awkward boy and they're super different but obviously attracted to each other. But because they're so different they individually decide to change for their crush. Well, personally I hope they change back because they're really cute the way they are and also there's a severe lack of glasses in Thai BL.

ACADEX THE MOVIE

This is not a BL but it might have BL elements, I guess? Idk, the trailer didn't come with subs. From what I could gather the genre is young adult set in some kind of magical school with different houses and some sort of competition. ISBANKY is in this and tbh he's the main reason why I'm even interested in this.

LOVE SENIOR | พี่ว้ากคะ รักหนูได้มั้ย 

I was right! This is the GL version of GEN Y that you've been waiting for. It has cute engineering students! It has freshie contests! It has freshie week hazing rituals! It has cute girls in red engineering shirts that kiss! It has strict seniors falling in love with extremely cute freshies. And it probably has lots of unnecessary drama too, just for good measure.