#and just part of how he was written made me go hmmm but I don’t even know why

[ramp-it-up]

Best of All

Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader

Word count: 3.3 K

Summary: You and Steve FINALLY make it to your suite. And the results are sweet.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Former Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, 20 yr angst, sexual frustration, A yacht, swimming,Steve sketching reader, dry humping, fingering, size kink, personal lubricant, woman on top/ in control, Captain/Sir kink, praise/degradation kink, dirty talk, sloppy oral (m/f receiving), raw p in v, breeding/lactation kink, creampie. Basically porn with plot. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.

This is the next part in the Greatest series.

A/N: It has been just a little over exactly a year since I've written these two. Please forgive my ain't-shitness. And thank you for rocking with me. I love you all!

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You were relaxing on the bow of the yacht, staring out over an amazing view.

You’d had a delicious brunch with Aperol spritzes, and as the yacht floated on the beautiful Gulf of Genoa, the only sounds you heard were of the water, John Coltraine, and the scratching of Steve’s pencil against the paper of his sketch pad. 

He had been wonderful, and contemplative, company for you. 

Your time was spent journaling and looking at the water and the cliffs, rotating your lounger with the sun. You even dozed for a few minutes, waking up to find Steve looking at you piercingly as he sketched. 

Your sister was right.

Steve was very much into you.

You could get used to this you thought as you got up and walked over to Steve, who looked up at you and smiled.

“Can I see what you’re sketching?”

Steve blushed, and then moved so that you could sit down beside him.

“Sure.”

He put his pencils down and handed his leather bound sketch book to you. You gasped.

“Steve! These are…”

You flipped the pages, looking to him for approval. He nodded and smiled at you.

There were many images, on the boat, some very detailed from the day, some rough sketches, but they were all clearly you. You turned to one drawing of you naked, and it made you feel some kind of way.

You’d never posed that way for him.

“Drew that one from memory. Last night.”

“You make me look so…”

“Beautiful? Then that just means I’m drawing you accurately.”

“You really see me this way?”

You were gazing at the sketches with wonder.

“I can’t believe that you don’t. Y/N. You are one of the most beautiful, most desirable women I’ve ever seen. People talk about Aria, but she looks just like you.”

You turned and put the sketch book down on the table beside Steve’s lounger.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Steve’s eyes lit up.

“You can have anything you want.” 

“I want you…”

Steve groaned as you climbed up on his lap and grabbed his face. You traced his lips with your fingers before he closed the distance between you and captured yours with his own. You were breathless before he pulled back and rested his forehead on yours.

“That was… nice.”

Steve shifted, sending his crotch grinding into yours and relishing the way you shivered in his arms.

“You want me?”

Steve looked back up at you. Hopeful.

“Yes. And I want to try. A relationship? Dating once we get back to the states? It will be hard. I travel a lot with what I do, go from coast to coast, and all over the world with Aria.”

You were nervously speaking in questions.

“Hmmm. Wonder how I could get from coast to coast, and all over the world? Oh right, I have two airplanes and I’m a pilot.”

Steve smirked at you as you smacked him on the arm.

“I just don’t want you to feel as if you have to chase after me. Or wait for me to get back when I need to go. Long distance can be hard.”

Steve nodded, and then gave you a quick peck on your lips.

“I know. But I would follow you to the ends of the earth. And I’ve already waited for 20 years. What’s a little longer?”

“How can you be so damn perfect?”

You attacked him, kissing him again as he laughed and grabbed you, holding you close.

“Not perfect, maybe just perfect for you?”

“Maybe,” you smiled into his shirt as you traced a vein down his arm. 

“But I want a do over.”

“A do over of what?”

“Of our first date.”

“Tonight?”

“Yes, tonight. But first, I wonder if you will give me some? Please? Pretty please Steve?”

You reached down and grasped his hardness in your hand; Steve moaned.

Steve’s mouth was open as you begged for him.

“Oh Baby, you have no idea how much I want that.”

You whined as you moved your hips to feel more of him.

“Steve… need you…”

Your sultry whisper in his ear made him weak.

“Me too. I just … I want it to be special… to take our time…”

“I need you inside me, Captain.”

“Fuuuuuck.…I want that too, Doll. So bad… I dreamt of it last night.”

Steve moved so that his mouth was on your neck.

“You taste like coconuts right now. Why is that?”

“Hmmmm. Flavored body oil spray. It’s edible.”

“Well then, I need to taste more…later. “

You writhed against him hoping for some relief.

“So desperate. I love it when you get needy for me, Baby.”

Steve took in your face and your lips opened in desire. He grabbed the back of your neck, wrapping his hand around your face and inserted his thumb into your mouth. You sucked at it greedily which made him groan again.

“Is that what you want?”

You moaned around his digit and nodded, your heart about to beat out of your chest. Steve leaned down to whisper in your ear as he shoved his thumb further past your tongue and held your mouth open.

“I loved the way you took it in your mouth yesterday. Such a good, good throat. Such a good, sweet girl for me.”

His hand was now at the crotch of your bathing suit and your eyes rolled back into your head at his filthy words as he gagged you with his digit. His long fingers on his other hand pulled the suit to the side and slowly inserted two inside you.

“I can barely get in here, Sweetheart. You’re gonna struggle to take me …”

You grunted, both at what he was doing to you and at what he was saying.

“Yes… you’ll have to be patient just a little while longer. Tonight…”

His wet thumb was caressing your nipples over your bathing suit now. You were frustrated.

“You’re all talk.”

“And you’ll do whatever I say. Later.”

Steve’s words and his steely eyed stare were speaking straight to your pussy. You clenched down on his fingers and he moaned.

“So fucking right. Patience, Doll. Just a little while longer. Meanwhile, you and I need to cool down.” 

Steve abandoned you to take off his shirt, laughing at your lust before he reached down to gather you in his arms again while approaching the passerelle.

“Can you get your hair wet?”

“Yes, I planned on swimming, but are you really about to throw me in the water right now?”

“No. “

Steve shook his head as he stopped on the edge.

“Good.” 

You smiled as you took in the view.

“I figure we’d take the plunge together.”

And then he backed up and ran toward the edge, you squealing in his arms, the warm mediterranean water separating you when you hit the surface. Soon you felt his arms slip back around you as you found each other again and kissed in the warm Italian sun. 

You wanted this moment to last forever.

—-

You made it through the 6 hour voyage and back to the hotel to change for dinner. The meal was nice, with great wine and even better conversation. 

After the meal, Steve asked a question as you walked to the elevators.

“Does that invitation to your suite still stand?”

You pressed your back into the elevator wall as Steve pressed the button for your floor before you even answered his question.

This cocky bastard. It was so hot.

“Sure, are we gonna have a pillow fight?” You raised your arms to his board shoulders as he leaned down to your ear.

“Did you say pillow bite?”

You cocked your head at him, smirking.

“So it’s like that?”

“Very much so.”

You kissed him as the doors opened onto your floor. Steve kept his hands on you as you opened your door and immediately had you up against the first available surface once the door closed hands and mouth everywhere he could reach.

After you two almost broke what looked to be a very expensive vase, Steve stepped back from you, lips swollen from your kisses and chest heaving.

“D’you want me as much as I want you?”

You realized now that the look on Steve’s face that you’d once interpreted to be irritation with you or annoyance, was in fact concentration. You pondered the meaning of being the center of his attention as you moved toward him.

“Do you not remember the way I took your cock down my throat the other day?”

You pressed your body against his and Steve swore, growling in your ear. 

“Oh yes. That was truly.” He kissed your neck.

“Truly.”

This time the kiss was on the plane of your chin.

“Truly amazing.”

He kissed your lips softly when you decided you were tired of playing around. You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.

—-

Soon, you were both naked in the bedroom, a bottle of Prosecco rescued from the honor bar and opened on the dresser. Your eyes were drawn to Steve Rogers, who was as beautiful as one of the statues in the Galleria Borghese. 

Steve was grasping his cock at the base as his eyes swept over your body. He was remembering the taste of you.

“You are so beautiful.”  

He squeezed himself harder and tried to keep from moving his hand up and down his thick shaft as you stared and licked your lips.

“Come over here, Stevie. Please.”

You lay on the bed on your stomach, showcasing your ass and looking at him invitingly. Stave moved closer, but stopped.

“What if I told you that I wasn’t going to fuck you tonight?”

You began to pout.

“Fix that face.”

That command made you whimper at the power in his voice.

“You are going to fuck me, Doll.”

“What?”

Steve reached for your hand as he switched places with you. Then he lay there and resumed stroking himself. You licked your lips at the sight and retrieved the bottle of Prosecco, suddenly very thirsty.

You contemplated the power he was giving you, and decided you liked this rush of control. 

“I like the idea of that, Steve. I’ll get to express exactly how much I want you.”

You took a swig and leaned down to kiss him, giving him a taste from your lips. He licked your mouth as you thumbed his nipples, causing him to shiver from your cold touch. You couldn’t resist tasting his cherry red lips again and again as you lightly squeezed his throat, then ran your hand down his sternum and his abs to the tip of his wet cock. 

You grazed the length of him down to his balls, then looked into his eyes and kissed his lips as you took control of him.

“Your lips are perfect,” you whispered as you caressed him.

“No. yours,” replied Steve as he sought your mouth again. 

“You like my mouth?”

As you leaned to teasingly kiss the thick cap of his cock, then took him fully down your throat 

“Oh.. Shit…”

Steve massaged your scalp as you bobbed on him

“You are so fucking hot, Doll…”

You looked up with a smile and moved to lick his nipple, then kiss him again as you stroked him. Steve was mesmerized. Your hands, your lips, your tongue, he couldn’t concentrate on any one part of you that was ruining him. 

It was sensation overload, and he needed to focus to not shoot off.

You were drunk on power. You spit on his cock, deep-throated him once, twice more, and then pulled away, causing Steve to groan as you withdrew contact, your sloppy blow job scrambling his brain.  His head was on a swivel as he watched you get up to go to the dresser. 

“May I?”

Steve nodded, eager for what was to come. You had a small spray bottle in your hand, and when the liquid made contact with his body, he jumped from the sensation. You rubbed the oil on his cock and up his body to his nipples, basking in the rapt attention he paid you as you sprayed yourself between your breasts. Steve’s cock got impossibly harder in your hand at the sight. 

“I think I’m gonna like this.

You loved to hear his sexy deep voice break.

“You like me?”

“Yeah. I…”

Steve trailed off as your hands roamed his body.

“I like you too, Stevie,” you kissed him again. ”

Steve actually whimpered as you swung your leg over his hips and sat down on his cock, rubbing your pussy along his shaft as it lay against his stomach. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw to keep from manhandling you.

“I wanna try that sweet cunt.”

“Hmmm. Is it sweet? Wanna taste it again?”

You leaned back and circled your clit with two fingers, then inserted them into his pretty mouth. Steve’s adam's apple bobbed as he sucked your fingers and swallowed your taste. You pulled away to suck his cock again until he was moaning, at which point you kissed and licked your way up his body, settling your thighs at his shoulders. 

He gripped your ass as he turned hushed head so that his lips could kiss your thigh. His fingers reached around your leg to play in your crease as he gave your clit kitten licks and kisses. You tried to move back down, but he grasped your thighs hard enough to leave bruises that would give you daydreams the next day. He started sucking your clit so intently that you began seeing stars.

“Wanna fuck you now, Stevie. Wanna cum on your cock”

You were on the edge as Steve pulled off of your clit with an obscene slurp.

“I’m yours, Y/N.”

You reached back and grabbed his throbbing cock as you scooted your pelvis down, one hand on his neck and one hand positioning him to enter you. His shaft was large, but the head was even wider, and the stretch as you worked yourself open on him made you moan loudly. Steve grabbed your chin to make you look at him while you slid down his length, stretching yourself out so incredibly well.

“My cock looks so big against your tiny pussy.”

His eyes were riveted.

“It is big, Captain. You’re so huge.”

You grabbed the headboard while you adjusted to his size. Steve’s hands came up around your waist and held you steady as you trembled around him.

Those blue eyes looked up at you with adoration.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Are you okay, Doll?”

“It feels amazing,” you stared down into his eyes and smiled, your slick leaking down his thick shaft to collect and drip off his balls.

“Yes. Yes it does. Holy mother god.”

 He looked down to where you were connected.

“You’re wrapped around me so tight and so good, Doll.”

Steve looked up at you and licked his lips, pupils blown wide and struck dumb by lust. 

You leaned down and kissed him when you bottomed out on him.

You stared at each other as you both finally got what you wanted. You took his head in your hands and kissed him as you pounded together. 

Then you started moving. 

Steve played with your nipples and you arched backwards as he planted his feet and pistoned up into you faster.

“Oh! Steve. Feel so full. So good.”

Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and held you in place as his hips moved at the devil's pace. The sound of his dick breaching your wet pussy and skin slapping on skin was everything. His thumb went to your clit and traced figure eights as you shuddered in his grip. 

“F-f-f- u-u-u-ck! I’m- I’m coming!”

“Give it to me!”

He stroked you through your orgasm and then sat up, manipulating you so that you were sitting back on your arms in his lap as he moved you up and down his cock like a sex toy.

“Shit, you feel so good!”

Steve looked down at you and then up at the ceiling, eyes rolling

“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot.”

You looked down and the image of Steve’s large member destroying your hole was enough to make you cum around his cock again. Steve took control, taking your hips in his large hands and moving you at his will.

“Oh my god.” 

He ground you against the base of his cock and started grinding circles for his greedy eyes and your pleasure. You were addicted.

“Such a good little slut for my cock. Need you to give me one more. That’s it. Good girl.”

He grabbed you by the hair and kissed you as you shuddered through your orgasm and suddenly, you were on your back as Steve flipped you over, getting on his knees and folding you in half to fuck you even better. 

Steve stopped as he tried to hold back.

“You got me so close Doll… I gotta calm down.”

“I just want you to stuff me full of your cum, Captain.”

“Ooohhhhhh. Fuck.”

Steve sped up and then stopped, trying to calm down. But he couldn’t help what he said next that turned out to be his doom.

“Are- are you trying to have my baby, Y/N.”

You arched against him, shuddering at the thought.

“Nnnnnnoooooo. Fuck. Maybe.”

“You wanna be all round and full of my child, tits so full of milk…so I can suck… holy fuck!”

The image was making Steve start to shoot off.

“Fill me up, Steve–I”

“Ahhh!”

And then you keened as you felt his hot cum start to spurt against your walls. You came around his rapidly pulsing cock as he finished inside you.

You two were a hot, sweaty heap as you came down together, Steve kissing your forehead and praising you.

“You did so good for me.”

He gathered you in his arms.

“I love you.”

Steve gazed at you.

“Think I’ve been in love with you for 20 years, Y/N.”

You smiled at him.

“I love you too.” 

You said it, barely above a whisper. But you meant it. Then you said it again.

“I love you, Steve Rogers.”

You attacked him, kissing him again as he laughed and grabbed you, holding you close. 

“All of the bad things that we’ve gone through to get to this moment is for the best. I can see that now.”

Steve looked to you just like that little boy you met 20 years ago. Then you saw the beautiful man who loved you.

“You’re right. And this, right now. It’s the best of all.”

[bangchansgirlsblog]

My Biggest Regret

Part eight

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"Y/n, dear, can you get the door?" Chan's mum looked over at the girl who was sat on the couch reading a book.

Y/n was dressed and ready just waiting for Hannah so they could leave the house. She had her hair up in a ponytail and she was wearing a long floral dress with a cardigan that matched the baby blue petals.

"Sure Auntie," her voice was soft as always and like the obedient girl she was, she got up and padded towards the door where she opened it and smiled. A friendly smile.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up the boys. Are they around?" A young gentle man asks politely.

"Hello!" She waves, "yes they are, they'll be down in a minute,"

"Oh alright then, please let them know we'll be outside waiting," he pointed over at the other driver who smiled and waved at her.

"Ohh, alright then. I'll let them know," the gentleman said a quick thank you before leaving to go back to the cars that were neatly parked outside.

Fancy.

She closed the door behind her and made her way upstairs where a half naked Felix wondered Into the hallway. He was looking for something and hadn’t seen Y/n walking infront of him. He only noticed when he bumped into her.

"Oh hey!" He said while his cheeks turn red. He quickly grabs his hoodie and puts it on, "sorry about that," he mumbled but all Y/n did was laugh at the flustered boy.

"It's okay Felix, are you guys ready? Your drivers are waiting downstairs," she informed him.

"Oh? They are? I just got done dressing up I'm waiting on Seungmin to finish-"

"Finish what?" Seungmin's popped up out of the blue out of their shared room.

"Finish getting dressed," Felix chuckled and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"You all look fancy," she complimented both of them. She didn’t mean it in a flirty way but the way both boys were grinning and smiling she thought that maybe that had taken it in that way.

"Oh thank you! You do too," They were both shy as they stood there shifting from one foot to the other.

"Alright I'm going to head to Hannah's room, just let the other guys know. Have fun..." she paused not sure where they were going actually.

"Oh! We're going to the arena,"

"Have fun at the arena!" She smiled and gave them each half hugs.

"You too!" Felix blurts as she walked away. Seungmin smacked the back of his head whispering a small 'she's not going to the arena dumbass'. Who knew speaking to Y/n would make Felix so nervous?

**

"Hmmm peace and quiet finally!" Hannah hums to the tune on the radio. Y/n was sat eating the lunch that Chan's mum had made for her knowing how chemo normally drained her.

"It's only been 10 minutes Hannah," she couldn't help but laugh.

"I know! I know but still it felt like I was slowly suffocating-"

"Oh please! Don't act like you hate I.N suffocating you," Hannah's face turned red as she turned to Y/n. Horror was written all over her face.

"Oh- I- ummm...So you and Chan?" She meant it to come out as a statement but it came out as a question.

"Oh cut it out, I saw him walking out your room this morning," she giggled and switched on her phone.

"It was so funny because he was in a towel and he looked so embarrassed," she was dying of laughter now and you could see that Hannah wanted to jump out the car.

"Okay okay! You got me.."

"I know,” she shrugged, “Y/n has eyes everywhere, so! How was it?" They were acting like teenagers at this point. Gossiping at lunch time.

  "Well…we kinda you know..”

“You guys fucked?!” Y/n exclaimed and quite literally jumped up in her chair.

“Shhhh! Don’t tell Chan please, I beg you…”

“Girl! Ofcourse I won’t tell him duh plus I like you and I.N together…even tho it hasn’t even been 24 hours yet,” she scratched the back of her head and laughed.

The weather was a bit cold, it was coming to December after all. The two had cardigans on and the heater radiated through the air of the car.

“Hm, I know but I feel like I see something in him,” she shrugged and chewed the gum that was in her mouth.

“Well if you feel like you really like him just go for it-“

“The thing is I don’t want to leave and end up like…” she bit her tongue and nervously looked at Y/n.

“You can say it, like me and Chan but that’s the thing you aren’t me and Chan,”

“I know, I know but like what if he breaks my heart,”

“Hannah! Stop overthinking it! It’s been less than 24 hours! The guy hasn’t even taken you out on a date yet,”

“Ugh! Your right, but-“

“Nope I don’t hear you!” She put her fingers in her ears and starting making uncalled noises, “talk to me when he’s taken you on a real date and it’s been more than a day!”

Hannah looked over at her and couldn’t help but smile. She loved Y/n so much. With everything in her.

“Fine fine fine! Enough about me. What about you and Chan?”

“I mean…other than the conversation we had last night, nothing really happened. We were about to kiss though-“

“What?!” Hannah gasped, “Your first kiss?! With my brother?! Yuck!”

“Don’t act like it wasn’t going to be him anyway,” she nudged Hannah playfully. “Plus it didn’t even happen, Hyunjin interrupted us,”

She continued to play with her ring, contemplating wether she should ask Hannah what was running through her mind. But it was almost like she knew something was bothering Y/n.

“Spill right now!”

“What?”

“I know that look Y/n. I know you very well and you have something in your mind. So spill!”

“Uhm- fine…Do you feel like maybe Chan’s different? Like I don’t know…his more rough and edgy? Maybe I’m just overthinking-“

“I agree with you, he seems more dark right??” Hannah clapped her hands agreeing with her.

“Maybe his just grown, I don’t want to jump into conclusions,”

“What made you think like this Y/nnie?”

“Well yesterday you know how I was in the kitchen?” Hannah nodded urging her to continue, “well Chan told me to go to his room and stuff and Han said something like ‘real smooth dude’ and he dabbed him up laughing. Almost like it was a game?” She paused and looked at Hannah confused expression, “maybe I’m just overthinking it..never mind,”

“I mean…I do know that’s messed up for sure,”

“Yeah it doesn’t matter anyways so. We’re even here,” she smiled looking at the hospital that sat in front of them.

“I don’t understand why you’re so cheery whenever we pull up here! It’s so gloomy in there,” Hannah groans as she parked the car.

“Well since they make it gloomy we have to make it ungloomy,” she grabbed her bag and put the lunchbox inside.

“Life isn’t all unicorns and rainbows Y/n when will you learn that?” She giggled and looked over at Y/n.

Y/n knew life wasn’t unicorns and rainbow, for crying out loud she had cancer! Why would life be so sweet for her? She just didn’t want the things that braught her down to have power over her and she hoped everyone would be like that.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Staged 2 thoughts!! (this will take a Year because I have a Lot of feelings)

tl; dr at the end

Hmmm I don’t see how it’s a love story yet

Staged 1 works well enough on its own but the second season is really essential as a companion piece upping the emotional ante (which is exactly how I feel about Good Omens 1 & 2 lol)

The opening scene mindfuck; The meta! We have reached levels of irony not previously seen possible

Who do I thank for the tacky Zoom interview show background? It deserves top billing

HE DOESN’T WANT THE GOLDFISH TO BE LONELY (metaphor) and then it FUCKING DIES

Celeb cameos in season 1 being all “hey! I like you!” in season 2 like “you are tearing them apart. I hate you. scum

Also the themeing of Michael Sheen and David Tennant being on their own “side” VS everyone else……….. Simon Mr. Writer Sir i see u and unfortunately i am in your walls

The writing feeling less theater-y works for the meta and I’m wondering whether they always had a second season in mind or if it’s just that well written

Was really hoping for a Colin Firth & Hugh Grant cameo ngl :/

The music didn’t annoy me as much this season since it was more of the horn oomp-pah-pah than the piano. Idk maybe my mind just changed

I didn’t know Whoopie Goldberg could be terrifying but here we are (also I forgot her name isn’t Whoopie)

“I think the wizard fucked your ass” ???

Setting up the awards and the baby was peak *pops P* comedy 🤌 Definitely needed since it gets Sad as it goes on

Welsh kink spotted!!! And so fucking blantant I was scandalized

“I’ll shove it up my ass where the rest of the excrement goes” Michael casually asking David to peg him. Nice

More bad magic. More pls and ty

Also moar Nina pls. T’was but a brief beautiful bluster in the wind

Tbh missed a lot of Michael & David’s back-and-forths VS season 1 but I get that’s… the point

Everyone agreeing David is whiney and annoying lmao get wreck’t

Also I forgot they don’t have air conditioning in Englandland ‘cause my man is sweating in every scene he’s in (unless that was intentional in which case… go on…)

The ladies!! That meta ending with the Bechdel test… I see you…

Still love Georgia and Simon’s sister (who I apparently don’t respect enough to google her name); I like Anna now too! She’s got this kinda quiet sarcastic edge I didn’t notice the first time. They all played off each other well in their 3 some (phrasing) scenes

Big amongus sus react that Anna has better chemistry with the two of them than with Michael of which there is literally zero chemistry. Compared to Georgia and David who are just electric with each other it’s honestly distracting

Actual torture watching them break down as other actors play them and drive their friendship apart, it’s fascinating to watch especially on top of it being themselves but, like, not we swear

“Am I your best friend” “No” Fuckin REJECTED !! looser!!!

Oh huh I can see how this is a love story, interesting

The David Tennant fanboy (he is a Real actor I just can’t think of his name) served juicy vomiting SFX realness

“So you’ve made love with him�� BROTHER

It took me 87 years to realize warthog and mongoose were in reference to Timon and Pumbah lol <- I am not looking up how to spell this

The bannister being part of the bookshelf why did this make me laugh this hard

Ken Jeong actually reaching into the heart of everything and casually tearing into it Temple of Doom style and leaving everything to ruin lmao

I miss people getting too close to me (feral noises)

Ewan McGregor is cute and I am shallow 🥰

AU where Simon Pegg and Nick Frost did Staged and honestly it would still work aside from being dangerously heterosexual

Simon & Nick doing the Staged 1 back and forth but literally? mmmm that’s sum gud meta

Oh right I forgot the actual writer Simon’s in it too. He’s still good. I like his Zoom tantrum

Jim Parsons unconvincingly looking for his phone after he casually tells David that he and Michael are obviously in love and everyone sees it lmao

David Tennant has the unique ability to make this absolutely insane face reserved specifically for the emotion “oh shit I’m in love with Michael Sheen” which like

I could kill the Good Omens costume department rn I stg take off those fucking sunglasses I’m so mad

Ohhhhhhhh yeah this is a love story

The Frozen snowman being the big bad final boss of cunt, oof you gotta love a good villain

Michael’s monologue the only one not in the kitchen area just breaking down completely I mean *claps until my hands fall off* he put his whole pussy into it. The frustration? The despair? I mean it felt like an audition monologue (in a good way) he walked through the valley in the shadow and death and came back a broken man with a fuzzier beard

CATE BLANCHETT ZOOM SNIPE

Apparently people didn’t like Phoebe Waller Bridge in the new Indiana Jones movie which I haven’t seen but idk I thought she was pretty funny and hot here. *ding*

MOOMIN MUG SPOTTED

The use of travel as a metaphor for feeling stuck emotionally *clenches fist*

“I like silence” *screaming from the other room*

“It’s like gas filling a room” <- fascinating way to describe their dynamic, it’s specifically referring to aimless conversations that snowball and “fill up a room” but it could also refer to the palpable energy between them— like even through the abstraction of a computer screen there’s this magnetic force that’s just riveting, it’s hard to describe

“We haven’t talked about love” > Seen at 2:17 PM LMAO

Michael alone with the black frame lingering shot. Acting and editing and directing choices so simple and on point. everything hurts

Struggling to say goodbye on Zoom physically reaching out unable to leave the frame that whole scene was just. You can just feel the love through the screen, it’s so layered and intimate despite essentially being “No you hang up first”

Zoom wedding! He stayed!!

I wonder if that’s Michael Sheen’s actual best friend. That would be cute

Anna whispering and telling him “nah I know your bestie is literally an hour away but he can’t come over lol” like??? why? let them love each other I cannot handle this villain arc

“I have to bring that one otherwise my tits will explode” Wait wasn’t she drinking earlier though? #ShivRoyMoment

“I was standing outside your job for four hours because I love you” <- dog from Up moment

Yes he is legally a Hobbit

The car window as an abstraction like the Zoom boxes *continued feral noises*

The direction of David putting his hand on the window and Michael walking away only then revealing Anna and the baby far in the background? We’re in 3 dimensions and they are all painful!!

Okay yeah I get it it’s a love story but I thought this was a comedy haha right guys why does everything hurt

It ends on that meta moment between David and Georgia which I can only assume is to set up for the third season although I dunno if that was planned at the time as well. It’s ambiguous but not distracting if they didn’t make another one

tl; dr: Staged 2 is a unique and excellent addition to Staged 1. The added meta textual layer of the other celebrities breaking down their relationship based on Staged 1 allows for a lot of “hiding behind my hands so embarrassed” moments, but also by pitting them against each other, it reveals their actual love for each other through the bickering. Season 1 on its own is a nice vignette of its time but season 2 with it adds a tension and intimacy that really takes both over the top

Kinda dreading watching Staged 3 since it seems like people overwhelmingly like it less than the other two because of the loss of the Zoom format and constant arguing, but I’m already in this far deep so I’ll stick the landing

To wit— awwwwwww, they love each other!

[nahisummerhold]

Diary… nope

Nahi reported in and was taken with the others on a tour of Dornogal. Her main impression? Square. Never before had she been in such a straight edged place and she wasn’t sure she liked it. Maybe it was just too much stone, considering their hosts in the city it made sense, but that didn’t mean it was a place that she connected with. Suddenly she was hit with a pang of bone deep loss for her home and gardens in Dalaran, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then continued on with a calm demeanor.

The debriefing was interesting, there was a lot of information taken in, much of it was memorized so she could process it later The most distinct impression on her was how people reacted to the list of those missing and presumed dead, she didn’t know any of them, of course, but it touched her just the same.

There was some surprise to see people she knew there, she had expected Dice but Fio and Kai were as well. Her first thought was not to go to them, she was trying to put her performer habits aside and worried she would greet them as she normally did. High energy, overly friendly and a bit distracted didn't seem like good qualities for a mercenary crew, nor were they something she felt she could keep up day to day with people she was living closely with. 

It had been a decision she made over the past couple of weeks that she would work to be authentic more often. The showman public face was still there, it would always be a big part of who she was, but she did not want to separate the two sides as a way of life any longer. In almost fifteen years only her family, and recently a handful of friends, got to see the confident, down to earth, woman she had become through her mother’s injury and the aftermath, it might be time to let others know more of her.

When they were sent on their way to their temporary quarters, she settled in, then went outside to just people watch. It did not take long before she felt a little closed in by all the stone and considered going out further to see the land but didn’t feel like being kicked out for breaking rules on day one. To keep her wandering feet settled she reached out for her recent support system, taking out her family communicator, she clicked on her second to last text.

Nahi: Nave you made it to Khaz Algar?

Pathyn: Hey you! Yeah we are here and scouting.

N: What did you think of the city? P: It is rocky blocky.

N: Oh Sun bless! Thank you! I know rocks are natural and I have been living in floating cities, but it feels so artificial here.

P: The wilds are pretty, if you can ignore the random grouping of nerubians.

N:  Isn’t the point of us being here to not ignore them?

P: Don’t be so literal. Did you find my gift? If not, check your pack.

Getting up and heading back to the space she claimed, she dug to the bottom of her pack and found a book. Folding into a cross legged seat on the floor, she looked through it finding only blank pages.

N: Is this for Kyean? Written in magical ink or something? Did you mix us up?

P: No, I didn't buy him a going to war present. He is very jealous by the way, he wishes you texted him instead.

N: He has no reason to be, I don’t answer to him and you don’t want to fuck me anyway.

P: Well, now that you are not going home with so many assholes… Kyean just threw a rock at my head. Alright I read what I was typing out loud, I deserved that.

N: Asshole… Get back to the book, what is this for?

P: Him or me? Never mind, I know that both is the answer. It is a journal.

N: I am not keeping a diary, do I look like a diary person?

P: You wrote out notes and questions on the flair bartending, do the same with this experience. Ask me, ask Kye, ask people you are there with, or just figure out the answers on your own. Take notes on what you learn or see that you want to remember. 

N: Hmmm you have a point. Thank you Path.

P: I am always right. Sorry Nahi I have to go, be safe.

N: You be safe, I am in town.

There wasn’t a reply so she set her comm aside and picked up the journal, looking at the blank pages for a while before it dawned on her what she wanted to write first. Flipping to the back page she wrote the names of those missing, presumed dead.

@themercenaries

[nottoolateforthegame]

Tag Game-20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @2dents

1. How many words to you have on AO3?

57

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

177,813. One of my 2023 goals is to reach 200,000.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sherlock (and Related Fandoms), 911 (TV), Teen Wolf, The Hobbit

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Burning House (Teen Wolf; E; 41,007)

Fostering Pack (Teen Wolf; E; 32,171)

All He Could Ever Want (Sherlock; M; 12,142)

Double Bluff (Sherlock; T; 4,847)

5 Times Sherlock Tried to Make John’s Fantasy Come True + 1 Time John Made Sherlock’s (Sherlock; M; 10,038)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! I am grateful for each and every one. Plus my favorite part of fandom is interacting with other fans. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Letter (Sherlock, G, 100, MCD). Short but painful. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm…I usually write happy endings, so tough question. 

I think An Inaccurate Retelling (The Hobbit; G; 5,024)  is probably one of my fluffiest, most domestic fics. 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have. Not frequently but enough that I’ve learned to just delete them. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do. About a third of my fics are Mature or Explicit. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t. Hats off to those that can pull it off, though. 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so? 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had a couple asks, and let them know I’d love to link to it/share, but I never heard back, so…maybe?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I gave it a try once, but it was never finished.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

If I have to pick just one-Johnlock. The Sherlock fandom is what brought me into the fandom fold. 

15. What’s a Wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There is a post-S4 Sherlock fic that has haunted me. It’s a John’s Mind Bungalow fic, where he is in a coma and is taking in snippets from around him and his brain tries to make it all into a story that makes sense. The first half would be S4/him in the hospital, the second half would be what happens after he wakes up/unpacking the real story and of course the consequences of it all. I've started it a few times but somehow never make any real progress with it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don’t know. I get a lot of compliments/requests for more on my smut-so I must be doing something right there. I think I do a pretty decent job writing kids/kid fics as well. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’ve always struggled with endings. And titles. I’m currently struggling with the habit of writing. When I first started writing, I would write on my phone whenever I had even five minutes. Then I started outlining, and writing during evening sprints on my laptop. But now, I need to get back into writing when I can find the time on my phone, and I’m struggling to get back into that mindset-the ability to just switch into writing mode when I find myself waiting in an office or whatever. 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

Italics all the way. I don’t trust google to do me right for translation and I trust the readers will understand what's going on.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sherlock

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Observations of Grief (Sherlock; T; 2,248).

I had a lot of fun trying to get into Mycroft’s head and using a new pov. It was also very satisfying to put some of my headcanons about the period between Reichenbach and the return into a fic. 

A few (NO PRESSURE) tags: @sweetpeapod @merelypassingtime @mellaithwen @thetimemoves and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it.

[burnwater13]

Ahsoka Tano attacking Din Djarin on Corvus. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 5, The Jedi. Calendar from DateWorks.

“Hey, buddy, how’s today’s story going?”

Grogu turned, looked at his dad, and sighed. 

“Not good, huh?”

Grogu’s ears drooped and he found himself frowning as he sat at their multipurpose table and stared at the screen of his datapad.

“I see. I think. Well, what’s it about? Or what did you want it to be about?”

Uff. The Mandalorian had no empathy. None at all. If Grogu had known what he wanted the story to be about it would already be written. He did not know and it was not finished, or even started.

Instead of complaining at his dad about his lack of sensitivity, he pushed the sketch he’d made across the table top, so the bounty hunter could take a look. Maybe Grogu would get lucky and his dad would say something that would help. Or say something that annoyed him so much he would find the energy to stomp out of the cabin and go sit by the pond and pout. He liked sitting by the pond. The pouting was just a bonus. 

“Ah. This is when we met Ahsoka Tano on Corvus. She really surprised me with that whole attack first and ask questions later tactic. I thought Jedi were supposed to be diplomats, not troublemakers.”

Grogu began to giggle and then to laugh. Finally he had the hiccups and his dad patted him gently on the back while he handed Grogu a sweet crisp. Grogu felt better after eating the crisp, but he was still annoyed with his dad.

“Okay, buddy, I don’t understand why that was funny to you. Was it the diplomat part or the troublemaker part?”

Grogu nodded his head to both words. Jedi were awful diplomats and they were rather notorious troublemakers… from a certain perspective. Not that he had anything specific against Ahsoka Tano. He didn’t. She wasn’t a Jedi. She wasn’t a diplomat. And Grogu couldn’t say that she was any more of a trouble maker than any other person who wanted to see bad people brought to justice. 

He expected that she was the sort of person who made good trouble. Or at least he’d thought she was like that when they first ran into her on Corvus. The local magistrate was a cruel ex-Imp who had refused to stop acting as the magistrate of Corvus despite the agreement between the New Republic and the fallen Empire. Grogu agreed that Ahsoka and his dad should do whatever it took to get rid of those ex-Imps.  They were hurting people because they took joy in that. If a Jedi (ex) and a Mandalorian could agree to anything, it was that cruelty was never the point of any action they ever took. It was against the code, the Creed, the Way, and every other guide they used for the work they undertook. 

But… time passed and they (he and the Mandalorian) ended up on Ossus, except Grogu went there with Luke Skywalker, and the Mandalorian came by himself. Grogu had learned about it much later. Because AHSOKA TANO hadn’t let the Mandalorian visit him! He didn’t think she was being cruel. But Grogu did think that she was trying to protect herself more than she was protecting him, or Luke, or the promise of the Jedi order. Simply put it was bad trouble. 

The Mandalorian had gone off and practically got himself killed. If Grogu hadn’t realized that he couldn’t be a good Master to Luke  because he hadn’t finished training Din Djarin, who knows what would have happened! Fortunately, he had figured that out and returned to Tatooine and helped his dad sort out the trouble that the New Republic wasn’t capable of handling and made Tatooine safer for their friends there.

He sighed again. All’s well that ends well?

“Buddy, Ahsoka did what she thought was right. She didn’t have all the information she needed, but she still felt like she had to act. You should write a story about that. How do you learn to learn… it’s not easy, but it is worthy.”

Hmmm. Grogu wasn’t sure about that. His fans didn’t want serious, thoughtful, considered perspectives on the conditions of sentient beings wherever they were and how they could improve the planets and worlds around them. At least he didn’t think they did based on the requests he got for frog based recipes (fried is best), the dimple on the Mandalorian’s cheek (still there, still cute), and the state of the discussions about replacing the N-1 with another Razor Crest or maybe even a YT-1300 light freighter (still fighting the good fight).

Grogu smiled at his dad and nodded his head. Sure, he was going to write about the serious issues facing the galaxy… just as soon as he wrote a story about how he finally built his first lightsaber. He was sure his fans would enjoy that even more than another story about his dad taking his helmet off. 

Find Grogu’s story about making his lightsaber here:

[nettleshuttle]

Hmmm... how about we go with Yuuri?

guess what, it’s yuri-related rambling time!!

> general opinion/how much i care about them: as it’s not hard to guess by the many art pieces of him that i’ve drawn and posted, i really like this guy! he’s actually one of my favorite arc v characters — neatly written, well-based (even if partially shallow at that), with some threads hanging loose that i can snatch at and extend at my leisure, plus a condescending bastard personality befitting the kind of petty antags that i enjoy. i love how unhinged and impactful he gets in the show, all while retaining characteristics that make him likable and believable as a character

> a ship i love: considering yuri’s personality/backstory and the way he works in the canon, i don’t really see him, you know, forging deep romantic relationships or attachments of any kind, since the academy has pretty much effectively deprived him of the need/possibility to do so. i like the possible take on his relation with sora, but only as mostly a one-sided thing (on sora’s part) and rather something yuri engages in unseriously, just because why not. tbh, i don’t like his ship with serena that much — partially because i don’t see the appeal of their dynamic (which they don’t have much of in the canon anyway), partially because she’s a lesbian and the show-writers told me so personally seeing him as a not-shippable character sits right enough with me

> non-romantic relationship i love: i’m taking this outside the canon, for reasons above-described. his relationship with serena when viewed as an early childhood friends thing that broke off due to the academy’s influence is nice. what’s even nicer and works even less in the canon is his possible dynamic with yugo though. i thought of it randomly while planning out a fic and from then on i’m absolutely down for the chaotic friendship they could have, with them bickering a lot, but gradually opening up in front of each other (yuri very gradually, yugo casually oversharing everything since day one), yugo being the person with enough goodwill to put up with yuri and yuri being the surprised edgelord that he’d get when he realizes he’s got an actual friend ready to stick with/up for him despite his lousy personality

> NOTP: romantic-wise probably the ship with serena, though i’m not particularly against it either, just not something i’d go for by my own initiative. not quite digging the ship with yuya too, but without any real reason apart from what has already been written

> fanfiction idea: (limiting myself to two on that. prepare for random screenshots without context)

my first pick will always be the arc v / zexal crossover fic i already mentioned here, where yuri is the professor’s right hand man and academy’s commander, busy in the xyz dimension, working along with yugo (under reiji’s supervision, reluctantly) to track down and apprehend xyz rebels — or other people who have unknowingly strayed where they shouldn’t have

the second one is not a yuri-centered wip, but he plays a role in the plot (as the thing is told from sora’s point of view). i’ve grown to like it because i started writing it while though ~one/third of arc v and i made up most of yuri’s character on the spot as he hadn’t had much screen time by then. long story short, thought were being thunk (that’s this wip’s name by the way) and i hope i’ll get down to finishing it. one day.

> something that makes me think of them:

these poisonous, kill-a-fellow, bright-color-mess, malicious suckers — you may guess why. and exotic snakes in general, actually far more than the jungle plants he’s associated with in the canon

[mostlyinthemorning]

Fic Origin Story

thanks for the tag @rmd-writes!

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Schitt's Creek has been the only fandom where I've been all in, writing and reading fic and making other content and flailing on multiple levels. I've dabbled with some others along the way - Highlaner, Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, but I was really only a casual reader and never a writer.

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

It's this one, right here. I'd always told stories to myself in my head, but I'd never written any of them down before this. Honestly, if the Schitt's Creek fandom had been bigger at the time I was getting into the show, I might not have written this at all. But there were only ~150 fics at the time and I'd read them all several times and it was mostly an act of desperation. "If no one else is going to write this fic, I guess I'll have to do it myself."

What’s a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

Don't worry, you'll never know how commas work.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

I think I was astounded that anyone would read anything I'd written, let alone leave nice comments about it. So thank you to those lovely people who left those first comments, it definitely gave me the courage to keep going!

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

Oh...okay.

This is from Snowbound, which wasn't my first Schitt's Creek fic, but it was the first one I wrote that wasn't an episode coda. I made Patrick shovel so much snow in that fic.

“I like seeing you in my clothes,” he murmured in a low voice.

“If you’re going to say things like that, we really should lock that door,” Patrick replied.

“Hmmm.” David put his hand behind Patrick’s head and leaned in to kiss him. He nipped gently at Patrick’s lower lip and Patrick’s lips parted for David’s tongue. Patrick returned David’s kiss urgently before pulling back to kiss along David’s jawline. The feel of the rough stubble beneath his lips was intoxicating.

“David…” Patrick began, his voice uneven. Just then, a loud knocking came from the outside door to their room.

David closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Patrick’s for a brief moment before going to open the door. Stevie stood outside holding a bottle of wine in each hand.

“I heard you guys were trapped here and it looks like I’m not going to make it home tonight, so I brought some wine. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“OK, why does everyone assume that we’re just in here having sex?” David demanded.

“Because they know you. And also because your boyfriend is blushing and can’t look me in the eye.”

And from There is definitely, absolutely, positively only one bed (because I like to think I'm funny):

“I hope the babies will be okay.” Having babies compete in extreme elimination challenges seems cruel, but it’s not like he knows anything about children. He hasn’t voluntarily touched a baby since the time he confused Jessica Simpson’s newborn for a Pomeranian.

Thankfully, Ray quickly moves to more interesting topics. “Now don’t worry, there’s plenty of extra butter chicken and I think Patrick bought wine. Must be a special occasion.” Ray dodges around him, holding the door and waving David inside. “Door open or closed?”

“Oh, closed.” There is never a good reason for leaving a door open. There are moths out here.

Tagging @noahreids @stereopticons @missgeevious @blackandwhiteandrose @carolrain @weathereyehorizon @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3

[mutxnts]

Fic meme: 22, 23, 24!

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

okay maybe don't read this oodly since it does have a bit of an aa4 spoiler KJLSDFKLJGDSKLJFG but this was one of my favorite fics to write this year, and also maybe the paragraphs i'm most proud of. from good old days:

“You look like a true defense attorney now,” Miles complimented with a warm smile. “Take a look for yourself.” He gestured toward the full-length mirror nearby, indicating for him to turn toward it now that his outfit was complete. Phoenix did just that. What he saw in the mirror wasn’t just a reflection of the outfit he was wearing, but was also a reflection of the man he’d once been—of the defense attorney he’d once been. But now he was older, made stronger by all the adversity he had faced in the past decade. The gray hair at his temples showed clear signs of aging, and there was a certain weariness in his eyes that seemed to have been a permanent fixture since his disbarment, but the attorney’s badge on his chest still shone proudly in the face of all that. He had grown and changed so much as a person since the last time he had worn his attorney’s badge, and yet who he was at his core remained unchanged. He was still the same Phoenix Wright that cared about finding the truth and believing in people when no one else did.

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph that you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

okay it's kind of stupid but this part from sweet, sweet bliss was challenging to me:

“Hmm… pancakes sound good,” he answered. And then, because he couldn’t resist teasing his boyfriend to get him worked up, he added, “Along with a side of bacon, eggs, and toast, perhaps. And a parfait, don’t forget that.”

i don't know why but i always struggle with food in fics? i'm always trying to decide if it's like, a normal dish to have or if it's too fancy or not something that the character would be able to make. or, if it's even something people normally eat KJSKJFDGSJKDFG and don't get me started on writing restaurant scenes, i am always so bad at deciding what a character would order so i try to be vague about it 😭 idk why food is such a challenge to me but it is jskdfgjkldfjkldfg

24. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

hmmm, i think one of the things that surprised me the most while working on a fic is that i actually had an idea for how i could make hot, sticky, sweet (warning that is an explicit fic) into a two-parter instead of just a one shot. i've never written anything that wasn't a one shot, so the fact that i had ideas for how to continue the story surprised me. i wasn't sure if i was going to actually write the second part or not, but it did reshape the way i ended that fic. i had like 3 different ideas for the ending, but decided in the end to go with something more opened ended in case i ever came back to it and wanted to write that second part. (and surprisingly, i did start working on the second chapter!)

[moonspirit]

I'm SO glad you rb it, so let's go!

👀🍦😈🛒⛔🙋‍♀️💖🎨🤲💔 and ✨

Omg Anna T____T!!!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! Oh well xD I only have one WIP and that's VBEOW xD But Chapter 4 is basically, full of emotions and feelings, not a lot of fluff or anything else going on here because we gotta start moving the puzzle pieces to fit together!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? Hmmm, generally I think that all of my AruAni fics are written with an undertone of sweetness, except of course when I write emotional parts, but even then, I focus on healing from those emotional scenes by slapping some fluff or whatever at the end or something. That said, I continue to have a soft spot for two non-AruAni fics in particular, which I wrote several years ago: Eyes of Heaven (Yatori, Noragami) and A Dance for the Future (Touken, Tokyo Ghoul, tho imo this is somewhat poorly written in retrospect, but I will go rewrite it someday xD)

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers? Ya know what this is. Cockblocking in VBEOW. I will cockblock you all until you come and murder me. Tho apart from being mean and teasing the readers, I think it provides some great pre-seggs tension and opportunity to get more comfortable with each other xD

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. 💖 What made you start writing? ⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? I answered all of these here, and here!

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic? Yeah, my two (and only) friends. But they don't read them, even tho they're in the Snk fandom xD They're not used to fanfiction.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories? I'd be over the moon honestly T////T Tbh my imagination of several portions of my fics are so very vivid that honestly I would draw them myself, if I could. I would also be commissioning artists left and right if I was able to afford that atm xD

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? Alright then. Spoiler for Chap 4 of VBEOW:

It’s not like he has anywhere else to go. They weren’t at the Jaeger house. They weren’t in the market. They weren’t under the tree and now he’s too tired to search anywhere else. He isn’t like them. He’s not strong, he’s just weak. And he can’t go back home. Definitely not home. Like a pathetic loser, he seeks their warmth so his tears don’t end up cold. But they don’t really need him all the time the way he does them. So he ends up at the only other place he can think of, but the man he came to seek the company of, is too drunk to even notice him.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? Uhh... yes. A fic I wrote several years ago for the Tokyo Ghoul fandom called The Lamplighter, focusing on the relationship between Amon and Donato. It was pretty painful to write.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 Nonono, I answered a compliment here, one is enough for a day T_T But thank you for prompting me again, I will repeat it to myself T_T

Thank you for the ask :3!

[wardenred]

Flufftober 28: Soothing Touch

Pre-Champagne Problems Elair and Miq again. Even more awful rich people around than in the previous one, but the boys still manage to be kinda cute together.

Jaequar’s face was a mask of disdain as he surveyed his reflection in the mirror wall of the City Hall’s entrance hall. “This uniform is awful. Makes me look like a wanker. Do you think I should make a few adjustments?”

“Uh-oh.” Glenda laughed. “Quick, hide the scissors and the sewing kits... like we have any.”

That earned her a withering glare. “Like we need any, you surely meant to say. Plenty can be done with a few creatively applied spells.” Jaequar cast another look at the mirror, this one more appraising. “I think I might start with the color. This dreary brown does nothing for my complexion. How about... hmmm...”

Elair cleared his throat. “Might I remind you that we’re here as part of Academy practice? And that we’re supposed to be playing the part of junior clerks? Who all wear identical uniforms?”

Condescension was written plainly on Jaequar’s face. Glenda and Yunis did a slightly better job at restraining their expressions, but Elair knew them well enough to see past the neutral masks. He tilted up his chin, meeting their eyes one by one. Here it comes. Another reminder of the unbreachable gap between us, and how I’m the only one here who can draw benefit out of this assignment, because surely none of them, after the Academy, would be caught dead—

A warm pressure between his shoulder blades drew him out of the emotional pit. Unthinking, he leaned into Miq’s touch.

“Elair is right.” Miqualis spoke calmly, with a shade of cold. “But if you want to violate the rules from the first minute, be my guest, Jaeq. Better marks for the rest of us while you flunk.”

Jaequar scowled. “Like any of us even need this class.” He glanced briefly at Elair, but the Except for you remained unspoken.

“You don’t need to stand up for me all the time,” Elair whispered in Miq’s ear later, when they were standing in line in front of the Higher Clerk’s office to receive actual instructions.

Miq responded with an innocuous smile. “What do you mean?” He laughed when Elair swatted his shoulder, then let out a small sigh and leaned closer. “I’m just trying to nip their foolishness in the bud when I can, all right? I have no idea why they insist on being so stuck-up every time they get the chance. They care for you, truly, you’re everyone’s friends here. They’re just—I don’t even know.”

Elair sighed, too, and squeezed his hand. “It’s fine. None of it is going to matter after we graduate.”

He had no idea what it was about his words that made Miqualis beam. “No. It definitely won’t.”

[passingdaysthings]

06.07.2023 - A Step Forward?

Today is Wednesday 

I don’t think I have ever written two post back to back like this, but I felt like I needed to write about this one just incase. Taylor and I have talked everyday for more than a year now, but today, he has not said anything to me. He doesn’t even respond to my snapchats. He sent me a snap this morning to protect our snap streak, but it was just a blank with no words. I also don’t count groupchat interactions because that has nothing to do with us talking. If Taylor doesn’t say a word to me today then I think I can fully let go of whatever I feel because I don’t want to do what I did with my ex. He has gone a decent chunk of the day without talking to me before, but he usually ends up calling and talking to me. It’s been different recently though. He hasn’t really responded to me unless I ask a question, and he doesn’t really initiate anything or respond to my snaps, so I think today will be the day. I don’t want to have to beg someone to talk to me or communicate with me, and Taylor isn’t even my boyfriend so he doesn’t owe me anything. One of the biggest reasons I feel strongly about talking everyday is because of him. He made it clear that talking to me everyday was a big part of his daily routine, but if he doesn’t feel that way anymore then I will also move on from that. I have to admit that I will be pretty sad if we stop talking because he became a big part of my daily routine and my mental support. He helped me stay calm through most of my schooling by calling and checking in on me, and I really appreciated it. It’s also useless for me to ask or say anything because he will either tell me idk or he will tell me that he is having a depressive episode. I am going to update this post at the end of the day and see how it goes because it’s 6:30pm right now. I think I will just call it at midnight my time.   

Update: The day has ended, and he didn’t send me a message or call me. This ends our talking everyday streak, and honestly, I feel like the whole thing is bittersweet. It is definitely sad, but this is for the best because I know our relationship was toxic. I also think this is the end of our more intimate friendship, and he will just be like a normal friend. As I lay here and think about all the things that happened, I realized that I always knew this would happen because our friendship developed really quickly, but it's not like our friendship has ended or anything. We just won't be talking every day like we used to, and I will just need to get used to it. It's funny because in the beginning, Taylor cared a lot about talking every day, but now, it's me who cares, not him. Oh, how the tables have turned. I'm sure our snap streak will end soon, too. Hmmm, I'll give it a month after today. I'm mostly annoyed because I hold him dear, but it's not the same anymore. I'm here.. writing about it, but I'm sure he didn't even notice. This will be a lesson for me to choose who I hold close and be more careful.

-P 

[dinoshimaaa]

woah (i think?) first genshin written piece on this blog hmmm

so i've been obsessing over sagau lately but make it that not everyone worships the character + kazuha being one of them!!!!!!!!! bc taking kazuha's character into account he just doesn't seem like one to devote all his life to some random god that "supposedly" created him so!!!!! contribution to kazuha kissers and sagau eaters ig

story is also based on how FUCKING spiteful i am mthat kazuboy didnt come home and sent one (1) heizou instead. who needs kazuha when you have heizou (delusional but also actually starting to like heizou)

she/her pronouns for reader/The Creator, @foxic sorry if you didn't want to be pinged (please let me know if its ok with you) but i wrote something finally hehehhe

ty @souglias for screaming over what i wrote, lots and lots of emotional support <3333

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There is one thing that not everyone knows about Kazuha, and it is that he does not like The Creator.

It is not that he hates her, but he does not idolise her like the rest of Teyvat. Kaedehara Kazuha has never been one to bind himself to religion and worship — he is a leaf in the wind, a sailboat out at sea, constantly wandering to where his surroundings take him. Kaedehara Kazuha does not anchor himself to one place or one person because it is just not something he would do.

However, Kazuha has heard the multiple times The Creator has tried reaching out to him with affectionate words and actions that clearly spoke of her devotion to him. Words after words of her admiration and hope that he would be a property of hers filled Kazuha’s mind everyday. And while it made Kazuha feel slightly guilty that he did not return The Creator’s feelings, it still did not change the fact that he would not come home to her to be controlled by her.

So when The Creator had tried to use her hard earned Intertwined Fates to wish for him, he expertly dodged them, refusing to let an outside force take control of his own body and use him to her will. Just like he expected, he got weird looks from the characters waiting to drop down from the skies above into the arms of their beloved creator.

It didn’t mean that he didn’t feel bad when The Creator groaned when the zombie child from Liyue, Qiqi, dropped down instead of him though. His friend Shikanoin Heizou, who had yet to come home to The Creator, also noticed his hesitance and reluctance.

“Why don’t you just go home to her?” Heizou raised an eyebrow, noting the way Kazuha’s ones furrowed as he looked down at The Creator. “She’s been hoping you would come to her since last year. It’s not everyone that catches The Creator’s eye. Sure, I understand why you aren’t worshipping her like everyone else does, but since you feel bad, why don’t you just… well, go?”

Kazuha does not say a word.

Heizou sighs and scratches his head as a divine light shines down upon him, indicating his time to drop down to The Creator. “Oh well, you do you, friend. I’m also not religious, but I don’t think it would hurt to humour The Creator for a while.” He pats Kazuha’s back with a sympathetic smile before jumping from the skies into The Creator’s world.

Kazuha watches as his friend becomes The Creator’s newest vessel, who was still upset that the red samurai did not return home. His mind was in turmoil, a big contrast to how it would usually be clear and free after the Vision Hunt Decree ended. He knew that The Creator would inevitably use his body as a vessel once he came home, which was exactly what he was dreading, but a part of him wondered if he was being far too mean to someone who had been relentlessly hoping for him— only him— to come home to her.

Do you hate me that much? Kazuha hears The Creator’s soft voice in his head.

I do not know, he replies in his head, in hopes that The Creator will accept his sincere apology that does not hold any promise of relieving her distress.

-

Kazuha thinks he’s dreaming when he sees the divine Creator strolling around in Inazuma in all her glory.

As surreal as it might have seemed, there was no doubting the identity of the divine entity walking around Inazuma City with the Shogun. Even if he convinced himself otherwise, the constant chattering of the admiring and curious onlookers would continue to deny him. Even your striking appearance could wash away all doubts of a non-believer. Naturally, everyone would be curious of The Creator’s sudden appearance in Teyvat, because she was believed to have controlled the world from another dimension and never step foot in her own creation, but also because you were so dazzling and divine that even Kazuha’s breath was taken away when he caught a glimpse of you.

What was truly a sight to behold, however, was that the Shogun, one of your (self-proclaimed) most devoted acolytes, was following you around like an affectionate puppy. The Shogun. The Raiden Shogun, the Electro Archon, User of the Musou no Hitotachi, Her Excellency The Almighty Narukami Ogosho, was following you around like a lovesick fool, bidding to every demand (or rather, polite request) you gave her. Tomo would’ve loved to see this.

A part of Kazuha knew that he would eventually need to meet you at least once, since one: he already knew that you were inclined towards him slightly more than the other vision holders in Inazuma, and two: you seemed pretty adamant about meeting all the vision holders in Inazuma. And even if they wanted to refuse meeting you (not like any of them, apart from Kazuha, were against meeting your excellency), who in their right mind would reject seeing their very own creator?

Kazuha, that’s who. He’s sure you already know he isn’t as fond of you as Teyvat is, so he’s been dragging his inevitable meeting with you. Even when you look around in hopes of meeting a certain white haired samurai, even when Thoma and Ayaka convince him to just say hi to you, even when Ayato and Yae Miko try threatening him into meeting with your divine self, Kazuha always finds a way out to not see you.

But when he hears from the citizens that you’ve been walking around Narukami Island with Detective Heizou, one of his closest friends, he already knows today may as well be the day that you finally see the man who has been rejecting you from a different world.

(Despite him convincing himself that he does not like you, a sick, egoistic part of him wants to see you run up to him and profess your love for him.)

Kazuha curls his hands in fists and gulps when he sees you and Heizou approaching. When Heizou spots him, he excitedly tugs at your sleeve and pulls you over to a smiling Kazuha.

“I suppose you already know who Kazuha is, Your Grace,” Heizou winks, and you laugh lightly, not meeting Kazuha’s eyes. “After all, he’s the man who has been playing hard to get, constantly refusing to be your vessel before you entered this world.”

Yikes, Kazuha groans internally, but keeps his smiling facade on. Way to go, Heizou.

(Kazuha wonders what you will do when his eyes meet yours. He wonders if you would blush or stutter over your words cutely. He wonders if you would shyly tug on his clothes and ask if you could spend more time with him. He wonders how he would respond to that question.)

When his eyes really meet yours, he expects to see some emotion. All you do is stare wordlessly for a second before smiling and turning back to Heizou, greatly surprising Kazuha.

“Is he your friend?” You try asking the detective, who is in a similar state of shock as he is. Seems like he wasn’t the only one expecting you to swoon over the samurai on first meeting (but really, who with dignity would do that in public, let alone The Creator?)

“Uh… yeah! He just returned from a trip with Captain Beidou from Liyue, so you’ve chosen the right time to visit Inazuma if you want to meet the one and only Kaedehara Kazuha,” Heizou replies awkwardly, desperate eyes searching Kazuha’s in a silent request for answers. “Um, Your Grace, is there anywhere you’d like to visit? Perhaps Kazuha would like to accompany you— Kazuha, hey, say hi to Her Grace—”

“Ah, it’s fine,” you interject, to Kazuha’s and Heizou’s surprise again. “I’m sure Kazuha’s tired from journeying around with Captain Beidou, so we should spare him the trouble and give him time to rest.” With that said, you give a curt respectful bow to Kazuha before walking off towards Tenshukaku, Heizou following behind dazed and confused.

Not as confused as Kazuha, though. The samurai’s face twists in shock when you walk by him nonchalantly. No longing looks, no flustered face, no hopeful words, nothing he had expected you to give him. Just a polite but distant attitude and would’ve fooled him into thinking that you never cared about him in the first place.

But that can’t be, because way before you arrived in Teyvat, he had heard your constant pleas for him to come home to you, to finally be yours so you could use him as one of your favourite vessels. He was not oblivious to your desire for him, so why…?

(How odd. He should be enjoying the fact that you aren’t clinging to him, but the strange ache in his heart suggests otherwise.)

Before he can stop himself, he turns around and loudly calls out, “Wait…!” successfully gaining your attention. Kazuha didn’t know what overcame him when he decided to call for you without reason, and now you’re staring at him curiously. Heizou, on the other hand, had a slightly amused look on his face, since he was not expecting Kazuha, the Kazuha who had always rejected your advances, to call for your attention after you nearly ignored him.

That makes two of us, then. Kazuha gulps and puts on an apologetic, reassuring smile. “Sorry about that, I was mistaken about something. Please enjoy your stay in Inazuma, Your Grace.”

(Kazuha somehow dislikes the way you nod politely at him again before turning away, never once looking back at him.)

-

Kaedehara Kazuha has not been feeling well since you arrived.

Ironically enough, it wasn’t because of your presence, but the opposite. There was no effort needed in order to avoid you, because you just never seemed to look for him. He did try to take his mind off this, and it did work for a while— until he walked out of Komore Teahouse and saw you and Heizou giggling while walking out of Inazuma City together.

You and Heizou. Heizou and you.

You and Heizou.

Heizou and you.

Kazuha doesn’t deny the envy that comes when he sees his own friend hanging around the divine Creator so freely. (And perhaps it wasn’t just simple envy.)

That wasn’t the only time that made him wish he had been nicer in his attitude towards you. The other time when he was in the teahouse, he walked across a private room that so happened to house you and Heizou that day, and let’s just say that Kamisato Ayato should’ve made the walls more soundproof.

“I’m not sure, Heizou,” you laugh, but anyone can hear the small dejected feeling in your voice. “I get the feeling that he doesn’t like me very much.”

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who that “he” refers to. “Your Grace, please don’t say that,” Kazuha hears the frown in Heizou’s voice, “He is just unable to adhere to your desires because of… certain reasons, but I promise you he doesn’t dislike you as much as you think.”

“Well that clearly wasn’t the case when I tried wishing for him, only for him to reject me twice,” you’re clearly joking when you say that. A part of Kazuha wonders just how much sadness you were masking when you said that. “I’m afraid I’ve unknowingly done something to upset him.”

Through the thin translucent walls of the teahouse, Kazuha sees Heizou’s silhouette put his hand on top of yours. He doesn’t bother to watch the conversation unfold any further and walks away.

By now, he had come to a devastating conclusion that perhaps he was more fond of you than he thought. He had been constantly trying to convince himself with his own morals, thinking his strong personal ideals could overpower the small part of him that admired you. Perhaps that small part of him, too, wanted to be yours, belong to you, and only you, contrasting his belief in leading his own life completely. Perhaps that small part of him, too, did accept you as his Creator and wished to be able to show the love that he had hidden for you all along.

And perhaps that small part of you, he might daresay, was jealous of Heizou for spending time with you.

The thought alone makes Kazuha want to pull all his hair out. It felt impossible for Kazuha, possibly the only vision holder to reject being The Creator’s vessel, to be jealous of someone who had every right to be loved by The Creator because he came home to her when he asked her to. This was retribution. It was his fault for rejecting you in the first place, and now he reaps what he sows.

His migraine is not at all relieved by more intruding thoughts of you and Heizou being together. Images flash in his head at random times with no apparent reason, all of which include you and Heizou being affectionate together. Laughing together, holding hands, feeding fried food to each other, going on strolls together, maybe even sharing an intimate kiss—

Kazuha’s cheeks flush in a dark red at the mere thought of it. What an unpleasant feeling. Forget you, what would anyone think of him imagining obscene images of The Creator in his head?

“Oh, Kazuha— Hey, you’re unusually red, are you alright?” Fortunately (or unfortunately), you rush over and break Kazuha’s train of thoughts. He only flushes more when you lean in to measure his forehead temperature with your hand, pure concern written all over your face.

“Goodness,” you pull back and bite your bottom lip — bless your caring self — “Kazuha, your body temperature is a bit high… do you need to rest somewhere? I can help you over—”

“Your Grace,” Kazuha interrupts you and wraps a hand around your wrist, using it to pull you towards him. It does nothing to stop the raging blush on his face, but said blush appears to have spread a little bit to you.

This time, he forces you to look him in the eyes for real. You don’t look away or ignore him or leave him hanging with a curt bow. He asks for your attention, all of it for a short while, through eye contact. You let him do so through silent consent.

“I…” Kazuha gulps, like he did many times during your first meeting, “I apologise for my rash behaviour, Your Grace. Please forgive me for this, and forgive me for my doubts towards you.”

You don’t speak, so he continues. The expression on his face is no longer flustered, but ashamed and regretful. “I wasn’t too keen on meeting you because a part of me didn’t want to acknowledge you as my Creator, my ruler, my god, and perhaps… I might’ve liked you more than I gave you credit for. I understand if you’re upset that I rejected you when you asked me to come home many times before—”

“No, no!” You interject nervously. “I- well, I didn’t want to force you home if you didn’t want to, so you don’t have to blame yourself over that.”

You’re not quite sure why the Kazuha before you is greatly different from the Kazuha in Teyvat when you were wishing for him. What caused his change of heart?

“...Your Grace, I must admit…”

Threats?

“I’ve been feeling a little peculiar lately…”

Influence?

“I was wondering if you would know about it. It only happens on certain occasions…”

Guilt?

“Like when you and… Detective Heizou were walking around together.”

Jea— oh.

Oh.

Oh!

“Don’t tell me you suddenly fell in love with me because Heizou was being friendly to me,” You teased him, “Goodness, just what must I do to gain your attention for once?”

“Huh?”

“I…” You awkwardly tuck your hair behind your ear, admitting, “I didn’t want to bother you in this world because I thought you would continue to dislike me.”

Kazuha stills, his expression morphing into one of regret and love. “My sincerest apologies, Your Grace. I never intended to make you feel unloved by me. I was earlier doubtful of my devotion to you, but it seems that the winds have brought me my answer.”

There is one thing that no one knows about Kazuha except you, and it is that he does not love you, he does not worship you, and he does not wish to be at your every beck and call because you are his god.

Or so he says, because if anyone saw how softly he was caressing and looking at you under the sakura trees of Inazuma City, they would think otherwise, artists would start painting a portrait of the two of you, and poets would immediately begin writing about how The Creator had finally chosen her favourite acolyte.

[spider-thot0115]

Secrets

Word count:1106

I am so sorry, this took way longer to post. I swear it was written ready to be edited since the last time I posted.

Part one Part two

Chapter 3

MJ's apartment wasn't anything Special. It was cozy had pictures of what y/n could only assume was her friends and family. As she was going through the apartment, she couldn't help but notice a man. The said man looked awfully familiar, but y/n could not for the life of her place the man. Searching the house more, making sure not to leave any sign of her being there. She didn't find anything deemed important. Sighing she waited for the report to arrive home.

MJ, on her way home, was on the phone with Peter. She didn't want to push the man, but she was getting fed up with the constant lies.

"Peter, I need you to tell me what's going on, I told you y/n is somehow connected to the missing boy, but you don't seem surprised by that." finally letting up Peter lets it all spill out.

'I'm sorry, I haven't been honest I'm just scared." This information was a lot for MJ, it’s not like she could get upset with him, they weren't together when it happened. The timeline did add up.

It's okay Pete, this is a lot to process. I'll have to think this over but for now we need to put our focus on this missing boy."

Continue any to talk about the boy and any leads they may have had. MJ made her way home, ready for a glass of wine and her favorite to snow.

As she got home, she was still on the phone with Peter. She failed to notice the women sitting in her living room. Turning around she almost dropped her phone.

"Hey Pete, I'm going to have to let you go." Sensing something was up Peter started to freak out.

"No no no, what's going." Peter didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. "What are" MJ was cut off by y/n." Mary-Jane Watson. Nice place you got here very cozy." Starring directly into her eyes." Can l call you MJ?"

"No-" being cut off once again MJ rolls her eyes.

"MJ, you see I know you were snooping around my house." This surprised MJ, she thought she was careful.

"I, uh I don't know what you are talking about. MJ looked nervous, something y/n picked up very easily.

"Oh, where are my manners take a seat, please." Y/n said like she owned the place. MJ didn't even get the chance to think about the offer, because the next thing she knew some purple magic was being surrounded around her forcing her to be seated in one of her own chairs.

"Now MJ, you're a smart girl, so why don’t you tell me why you were in my apartment, and anything you know about the boy." MJ stayed silent, trying to figure out her best option at the moment.

"Come on MJ you had to have been there for a reason, and I know for a fact your big angry boss would not appreciate the lawsuit that will come from you breaking and entering. So, let's just cut to the chase." Struggling to move MJ grunted.

"I already told you I don't know what you are talking about." MJ plead; it was going to take a lot to get the red head to give out any information.

"Hmmm, persistent I see, I imagine that’s why that boyfriend of yours likes you." This struck a nerve with MJ.

"You see MJ, I can snoop around too." At this point you could see how much MJ was panicking she had never been in this situation.

"Ahh, that got your attention. His name is Peter, right?" Not saying anything y/n continued.

"I'm going to take your silence as a yes. You see MJ as we speak my source is pulling up every detail of poor Peter Parker, so I suggest you start talking.

MJ knew how stupid Peter could be and knowing how much information y/n already it would be easy to connect the dots.

"Ok Ok! I was gathering information for Spider-Man." This confused y/n, why would Spider-man have a girl who works for the news source that hates him. Why was he searching in her apartment, he already knew why y/n was searching for the boy, unless.

"Oh, I see! He thinks the kid is his!" MJ had to give it to her, the witch was smart.

"Well, he's wrong, the kid is mine. And I'd appreciate if he would stop having his little girlfriend snooping around my business."

"How did you know"

"I didn't but your reaction told me everything I need to know." Hearing y/n, MJ knew she fucked up. Pete was going to kill her. Before she could even think of something to say something, or more like someone landed on her fire escape, startling both girls.

"Spider! So nice to see you again, MJ and I were just having a girl’s night. You know it's not very cool to spy on the sleepover." y/n said using her powers to force Peter to take a sit in the chair she was just in moments ago.

"y/n don't do anything you'll regret." Peter said trying to deescalate the situation.

"Can it Spider, I got more important things to deal with then a peeping tom. Or should I say peeping Peter. That is your name, no?" Peter's lenses on his mask go wide giving away his shock. Looking to MJ she looks away with her cheeks red and a look of embarrassment. If y/n wanted to she could have found out the web-heads identity a long time ago. But she never did, she had too much respect for the man. In this moment though she didn't care, her curiosity getting the better of her. So, against her better judgment she reached for his mask pulling it off completely.

"I knew I recognized those brown eyes," y/n broke the silence, confusing everyone.

"What-" Peter says, being interrupted by the witch. MJ was beginning to think y/n was really just a bit-

"Anyways, since you crashed our little sleepover, MJ and I are going to move this party to a different location." Walking the window, y/n's magic forced MJ to float towards y/n.

"Now if you don't mind, we will be on our way. Don't even think about being a perv and following us. If I catch you, I will drop her," Pushing MJ through y/n had one leg out turning to face peter.

"You know Peter, she is quite pretty, I'll take real good care of her." With a wink towards the men she once loved, y/n floated away. Leaving a very confused Peter for a second time.

[yandereclues]

PLEASE Yandere! Anakin Skywalker x winged! fem reader part 2 !!! But Anakin is so possessive, obsessive and scary 🥺

Okay this isn’t necessarily the most obsessive thing I could have written, but I like this so I hope you do too! :D Part three perhaps?

⚠️Warnings:⚠️ displays of obsessive behavior, dehumanization, (kind of) forced drinking, disassociation, and non-con touching.

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Ever since that day on Naboo, your relationship with Anakin was… interesting. His eyes rarely wandered from you, and he expected the same from you. His gaze could be inconvenient at times, though. Especially right now, as the cantina around you rumbled with voices and music of all kinds.

“What is that?” Anakin asked as his fingers fumbled with the metal charm that hung around your neck. Your face heated, as one of the sweet padawan boys at the temple had given it to you. He was only a year younger than you, but you had to decline his interest. It would be inappropriate, both as a Jedi and an authority figure of sorts. So there should be no reason to keep it to yourself.

“Oh,” You said nonchalantly, “one of the padawan boys gave it to me.” There should be no reason to have kept it to yourself, but Anakin would, as always, prove otherwise.

“Oh, how that’s… nice,” his voice was flat as he spoke. He released the charm. Why would you even accept such a thoughtless gift, especially from someone who couldn’t possibly know anything about you. It was a gift with no meaning, useless, worthless, and a waste of space on your person. Though Anakin was peeved, it would be foolish to make a scene in public.

A few drinks never hurt anyone, at least that’s what Anakin told himself as he downed glass after glass of ardees. You were a bit more reserved with your consumption, despite Anakin’s encouragement. He stroked your wings as he leaned back against the seat of the booth you sat in:

“Won’t you have a drink? I’m paying tonight, so have as much as you want. My treat, just for you, birdie~” his breath was thick with the scent of intoxication. “Hey waiter!” He called out. One of the waiters rushed over, notepad in hand.

“Another round of ardees please, and an arboite twister for my friend here,” he smiled. Nothing could recreate the brightness in Anakin's smile when he made decisions for you. Even if it was simply a drink order, it gave him a sense of authority that fueled his obsession. You seemed more able to conceptualize abuse of power better than Anakin could himself.

The waiter was quick to bring the tray of drinks, much quicker than you had hoped. Anakin picked up the glass with ease;

“Cheers, to my dearest of friends!” he smiled again. You picked up your glass hastily, and brought the edge to his now raised glass.

“Cheers!” You smiled awkwardly back at him. The liquid that hit your throat was cold, but it somehow burned at the same time. Similarly to the harsh grip Ani had on your wrist as you were pulled into his apartment. He pushed you onto the lounge’s sofa with ease.

You could feel his breath down your neck as he kissed it softly. His breath might have reeked with intoxication, but you weren’t exactly sober yourself. You pawed at his chest, hoping to make space between the two of you before he took it farther.

“Take the necklace off,” his voice was hoarse as he whispered in your ear. His hands wandered to your hips, grabbing and rubbing like he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Ani I really should go, I have a lot to do tomorrow so I don’t think now is really a good time—,” you were cut off as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye as he spoke.

“I said take the necklace off,” he continued to rub up and down your side. “Or would you rather I let the council know what a certain little birdie was up to on Naboo a couple months ago? Hmmm? How it was captured by the enemy after sneaking onto the mission?” He returned to kissing your neck, “Or maybe how it whined and squirmed until it was saved? Does that sound better, birdie?”

Your eyes watered while your hands reached around to untie the necklace, the charm cold in your hand as you tossed it aside.

“God your just so,” He paused, “precious,” he wiped away your tear as he looked down at you. He leaned down slightly, kissing your hairline quickly before resting his forehead on yours.

“Mmmm... my birdie,” his hands began to wander again. Soft tugs and kisses were the only comfort you had as you fell into a tipsy disassociation. Your body felt numb as he felt you up, the occasional bite bringing back your ability to feel for a moment. Your clothes were pulled and torn to his satisfaction, but your brain made sure you were anywhere but there.

[twopoppies]

Hi! I hope it’s not too annoying of a request but I was wondering if you or your followers can think of any fics that are kinda inspiring academically, especially regarding British literature, if that makes sense? I just finished rereading Come As You Are and every time I read it, it motivates me to read more and practice my writing because I want to be more like Harry from that fic hahaha and I’m looking for more fics which evoke this feeling since I’m starting my masters in October and I need all the help I can get. Thank you so much! (I absolutely love your master post and its my go to couple times a week!)

Hi sweetheart. Hmmm... I just reblogged my Dark Academia fic rec, but other than that I think it would be fics where one or the other are writers/poets etc. Not all of these are heavy on the writing/poetry, but they're all great fics.

Make Your Words A Weapon by @helloamhere (E, 36K) I recently read this a second time and it’s even better than I remembered. I love everything this author writes. This one just really hit me hard for whatever reason. Maybe it’s the way they explore Louis’ anxiety and coping mechanisms and pain and the way he pushes people away and protects himself, but also wants someone to push back just a bit and love him despite all of that. And the way Harry is the perfect foil for all of it, while also feeling like a fully developed character himself. Yeah, it’s probably all of that. Plus soul marks! (Musician Harry/Music Journalist Louis)

Our Lives, Non Fiction by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 114K) this is, quite literally, the best fic I’ve read in years. It’s so well written, clever, funny, emotional, and sexy. Its draw you in immediately and you’ll end up falling in love with these characters before you know it. Don’t miss this one. Harry and Louis are both authors.

An Invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon / @twopoppies (E, 45K) this one is mine, I hope you like it:

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn’t ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son.

The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about. Farmer Harry / author Louis

Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (E, 115K) Beautifully written, flawed characters and an emotionally engaging and ANGSTY plot. Super hot smut that made me cry like a fool. Banter, OT5 friendship, and the gritty realness of New York as a backdrop. Loved this one. Artist Harry / Author Louis

where your lips land by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite (E, 12K) Ok, I’ve recommended this one a few times and I really do love it. Anyway, I love fics where the two of them are both artists of some sort (Louis is a poet in this one, Harry is a photographer) because it allows for another layer of understanding and connection and support. I particularly love the way Louis’ tattoos are woven into this story with layered meaning. And, as always, just beautiful writing.

you’re writing lines about me by snazzyasalways (T, 4K) This is gorgeously written on that Dreamy, poetic style I happen to love. Louis is a blind poet, Harry is a baker, Harry falls in love with Louis’ words, then with him.

another hazy may by deLILah (M, 41K) Another author who writes great fic after great fic. This one has that dreamy quality I love and there’s also something about it that, at times, reminds me of a little bit of a Raymond Chandler novel. I know that’s weird...but, yeah, it does. Anyway, I love this one. Such a good read.

I would name the stars for you (I would take you there) by orphan_account (M, 91K) This is just beautifully written. Angst. Mutual pining. Dumb boys. Beautiful descriptions of art and creativity and fame and beautiful poetry.

Little Technicolor Things by scary_crow (M, 72K) This is truly one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have ever read and it is an absolutely travesty that it’s not being talked about every day. This fic is gorgeous and poetic and romantic and heartbreaking and an explosion of metaphoric images and everything I never knew I needed but now that I have it I want to read it over and over and over.

But If This Ends by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (E, 107K) This author referred to this fic as their “depressed vampire” fic while they were writing, and it is that. But it’s also a unique story with beautifully fleshed out characters, plot twists, and super hot smut. Go check it out! Vampire Harry / Writer Louis

24K Magic by @justalittlelouislove (E, 33K) FINALLY a category in which I can rec this author! I love everything they write, but this was the first one I’d read and it’s just great. Smooth dialogue, sexy smut, great description of character growth…just a really fun fic.

the best part of me (was always you) by @moonshinelouis-archive (E, 6K) Gorgeous writing. The descriptions of heartbreak and missing someone and still loving them were really well done. And I cried. Of course.

'Sup by MediaWhore (GA, 7K) Divorced, awkward Harry pining for silver fox Louis is a trope I never knew I needed, but I love it so much.

I Will Never Rust by stylez (E, 38K) I must have read this at least 5 years ago and I honestly don’t remember details, but my notes say “gorgeous, sad, sexy” so... I’m crossing my fingers that old me knew what she was talking about. It’s frat boy Harry so that could go either way. LOL! Student/Poet Harry.

Loyal Knight and True by rainbowninja167 / (E, 52K) Really original story, mystery and magic, great characterizations. All around a very good read!

Turning Page by purpledaisy (M, 68K) This author does a wonderful job with their characterizations which makes their fics such a pleasure to read. This one really has you rooting for curmudgeonly Louis and skittish/secretive Harry to figure their shit out and fall in love. If you like this one, make time to read this author’s fic, Walk That Mile – it’s one of my all time favorites. Sports journalist Louis.

Black with Autumn Rain by Whimsicule (T, 93K) This author is a favorite. If you like intense, creative stories, with complex characters and tight dialogue, you should read all of their fics. This one has the flavor of a Daphne du Maurier novel – dark, creepy, and moodily romantic. Plus a supernatural edge. It’s so good. Journalist Harry.

That Sounds Fake But Okay by dancingontheceiling (E, 113K) This one has a little bit of everything: Enemies to lovers, fake relationship, famous/not famous... plus, really good writing and some sexy smut scenes. Actor Louis / journalist Harry.

Sing When You're Winning by hazmesentir (NR, 91K) another one I read ages ago, but I always like this author’s writing and the premise of newly out footballer Louis and journalist intern Harry who somehow snags the interview, is such a fun one. And I don’t know why it has an NR rating, there’s plenty of smut.

feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright (M, 123K) I read this one so, so long ago that all I remember is that I loved it, that there’s some really romantic and sweet moments, and that my notes from way back when only say, “OMG this one is so good! And I’ve barely gotten to the smut!” HAHAHAHA! Journalist Harry/prince Louis (this fic has been deleted, so the link is to a download).