#bmc fluff

[sochilll]

Day Five of Pins and Patches Week (See the prompt list here!)

Day 5: Movies/Music

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“I’m not saying it’s a bad movie,” Michael said. “I’m just saying it’s… you know… a little goofy.”

“You’re calling my favorite movie goofy?” Jake yelled. 

“Space Jam is objectively goofy.”

“Those are break up words, I hope you know that.”

“Noooooo.” Michael put his phone down and squished onto Jake’s side of the couch. “You know I think you’re great and smart and amazing. We just have different tastes.”

“Yeah you have elevated and critically acclaimed taste and I have stupid garbage taste apparently.” Jake said, sighing dramatically. 

“I didn’t say that!” Michael wrapped his arms around Jake. “You have wonderful and lovely taste.” He kissed Jake’s cheek. 

“Then let me pick the movie.” 

“Okay! Just pick… a better one.” 

Jake elbowed him. “It’s my turn. You’ll watch whatever I put on and you’ll like it.”

Michael groaned, sprawling out on the couch as Jake got up to get their dinner out of the oven. Michael considered putting a better movie on before Jake got back but unfortunately it was Jake’s turn to pick. 

Michael watched Jake’s dumb movie because he loved him. They hadn’t said it yet, but he did. He wasn’t sure if Jake was quite there yet, so he kept it to himself. Sometimes, late at night he’d wake up and hear Jake’s breathing beside him and he’d whisper it into the darkness. 

“You have to admit it was good,” Jake said, standing to clear their plates as the credits rolled. 

It was not good. “You’re right. It was pretty good,” Michael said, turning to rest his arms on the back of the couch as he watched Jake load the dishwasher. “I can help with that.”

“The fact that you didn’t even get up is really convincing,” Jake snorted. “But it’s okay. I don’t mind doing it.”

Michael settled back onto the couch. He turned the TV off and connected his phone to the speaker on the coffee table. He scrolled until he found the playlist he’d made for Jake. Of course, Jake didn’t know about it. It was titled something nondescript and Michael would never explain what it was if asked. But it was a collection of songs that for some reason or another reminded him of Jake. Some of them were sappy love songs. Some of them were songs that seemed to be describing Jake. Some of them were just Jake’s favorites. 

Michael got up and made his way into the kitchen. He handed a plate to Jake and then jumped up to sit on the counter. 

“You’re so helpful,” Jake commented, reaching around him to grab a stray spoon. 

“I know. You’re so lucky to have me.” 

Jake shook his head, smiling as he added the detergent and closed the dishwasher. He straightened up and leaned against the counter beside Michael. “You’re obnoxious.”

“But in an endearing and cute way, right?” Michael grinned.

“Sure. If that helps you sleep at night.” Jake shrugged.

Michael gasped. “Rude!” 

Jake silenced his further protests by kissing him. He hummed slightly when he pulled away. “I love this song.”

And Michael thought, “I love you.” But out loud he only said, “I know.” 

[your-funky-squip-companion]

I made a short Squip x Reader oneshot! It's just casual writing, more like a journal than anything, and it was really refreshing to get this out

honestly, it doesn't have any plot whatsoever lol. its just a few scenes of the Squip interacting with the Reader, who is it's host

some fluff

[insertsickusername13]

Richjake week day four babyyyy

prompt: fire

word count: 2.1k

Summary: Rich struggles to light a candle for a romantic dinner with Jake.

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Rich was pretty sure he was going to light the candle wick on fire with just his gaze. 

He’d been there for ten minutes already, the match in his hand unreasonably heavy and the matchbox even more so. It was just a candle. A small, cheap candle he’d bought for $1.39 at a Walgreens down the street. He was going to light it on fire. He was not going to freak out. Jake was going to think it was romantic. 

Everything else was already set up: the usually bare kitchen table they’d snatched from a curb a couple of miles away had been replaced by a smaller, round, dark-wood table and a fancy white tablecloth (the table from a second-hand antique store downtown, the white table cloth from Brooke’s attic—he’d gotten it when Jake and him had returned to Jersey for the holidays. Three months ago.). 

There was a small vase with a single rose at the center. Plates and Jake’s parents’ fancy silverware that had miraculously survived the fire were already set out.

And there was a candle. 

Though it was smaller than almost everything else on the table it seemed to stand tall, looming over Rich with a cruel smirk on its nonexistent waxy lips. 

Rich inhaled a shaky breath. 

He could do this. It was just a candle. There was nothing destructive about a candle. Rich wouldn’t knock it over and catch the tablecloth on fire, then the kitchen, then their entire apartment. Jake wouldn’t come home to ashes instead of his boyfriend and a romantic dinner. Candles were normal. Candles were fine. Rich could light a candle. 

But he could hear the SQUIP’s voice in his head. It’d been disjointed on Halloween, robotic and borderline meaningless. If anyone else had been listening—Jake, Jeremy, Michael—they would’ve heard pure nonsense. The ramblings of a lunatic. 

Rich had understood every word. He didn’t need to hear its voice to feel his entire body being shot with electricity repeatedly. He’d barely been conscious of his own hands as they poured gasoline all over Jake’s bed and in his closet. Fire, fire, fire, fire. He’d done it trembling, half unconscious and half possessed. He could do it now if he wanted. He didn’t. But he could. He just had to…

Rich dropped the match. Dropped the matchbox. He fell to his knees, his body shaking uncontrollably just like it had when it was still in his head, when it’d told him Rich deserved hell manifested on Earth, when it'd forced him to destroy everything he'd ever loved.

He wanted to cover his face, to hide his shame and the tears he knew were boiling over out of his eyes, but he could’ve sworn he saw the residue of gasoline on his fingertips. He couldn’t bear the thought of contaminating the rest of himself with such a destructive, infectious substance. He held his hands out as far as he could, the terror of what he’d done choking him, the weight of it so heavy he thought he could see the floor opening up, swallowing him and everything he’d done since to try and undo what he’d done, to erase—

“Rich?”

And suddenly keeping himself pure meant nothing. He pressed his hands against his abdomen, hiding them in his shirt. Just as long as Jake didn’t see, as long as he didn’t get ruined, then Rich would be okay.

Rich hadn’t realized how bad it’d gotten until he tried to respond to Jake and the words burned so bad he couldn’t get them past his throat. He opened his mouth helplessly, every apology he could muster trapped between his teeth, and looked up at Jake for… for something. For help. For comfort. For damnation and guilt-tripping and everything he probably deserved.

Jake dropped his bag and, using his cane for support, knelt in front of Rich. 

“Baby? Hey,” as if he somehow knew of every self-destructive thought that had run through Rich’s head since he’d first bought that candle from goddamn Walgreens, he grabbed both of Rich’s hands and carefully unclenched them, his touch softer than anything Rich had never known. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? It’d been so long since Junior year that being on the floor crying didn’t always mean the fire anymore. Sometimes it was missing his dad. Sometimes it was fear of graduation. Sometimes it had nothing to do with the SQUIP and everything that had happened because of it. 

Rich choked out a sob as he pulled himself closer to Jake, desperate for the warmth he provided. He was a magnetic sun—technically Rich could look at him and see fire and destruction but all he saw were beaches and flowers and summertime. Thank the lord for that. 

“It’s okay,” Jake whispered. He didn’t know what was wrong, yet he said it with visceral confidence—it’s okay. Rich will be okay. Jake will be okay. He ran his hands through Rich’s hair and repeated the words again and again. At some point he tried to slip in other reassurances, things he’d heard from Rich’s therapist—five things you can see, you’re worthy, can you breathe?—but he was cut off by Rich’s murmuring against his shoulder. 

“I just wanted a candle,” he borderline sobbed out, snotty and muffled, “So I could give you dinner and it could be romantic and I’m sorry, I couldn’t do it.”

“Babe—” Jake lifted Rich off his shoulder, a small smile on his face, “—we don’t need a candle for dinner.”

Of course, Jake would say that. Of course, he wouldn’t even notice, the goddamn angel. He wasn’t the one who got dragged to expensive restaurant after expensive restaurant for grand anniversaries and birthdays while struggling with the knowledge that he could never afford any of this on his own. That the paycheck he brought home every month was minuscule compared to even a small percentage of Jake’s fortune. Jake never had to wonder if he was a leech, sucking up spare bits of affection and funds where he could. He didn’t notice the candles and roses at every restaurant they went to. That was Rich’s job.

Rich squeezed his eyes shut against Jake’s open expression. Even faced with complete darkness, he heard Jake’s voice saying, “Deep breaths.”

Rich obliged. One breath in, one breath out, slow and steady, until he could look at it like Jake was: Just a candle. 

“I’m still thoroughly romanced, y’know,” Jake whispered. He cupped Rich’s jaw and ran his thumb over his eyelashes, “I've got those stupid butterflies and all.”

Rich scoffed, the cruise Jake had taken him on for his twenty-first birthday still playing in his mind. The concert they’d gone to for his twenty-second. Objectively, he knew this was enough. He was enough. He’d been to countless therapists and fought endless battles to get to the point where he knew Jake didn't need more than this, that money didn’t matter, that Jake loved him for things like this, but that doubt—bitter, poisonous, ruinous—hovered, waiting for its moment to sink its teeth into Rich’s skin. 

“Yeah,” Rich replied, and it was more to himself than it was to Jake—a vocalization of his own self-deprecating thoughts, not meant for anyone else to hear, “Romanced enough to marry me?”

He didn’t realize what he’d said until he felt Jake’s hand go slack on his face. Fuck. Fuck, no, he had a fucking speech. He wasn’t supposed to say that—

Rich looked up, eyes wide, everything else blurred and forgotten—fuck candles and fuck money and fuck the dinner he planned, he’d just accidentally fucking proposed. All he saw was Jake’s expression, all he felt was lightning in his chest and stomach. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“Hm?” Jake squeaked. He looked about as shell-shocked as Rich, if not more so.

Rich had two choices: chicken out or own up to it. The fact Jake’s panicked expression—comically wide eyes, lips pressed together to stop himself from breaking out into a smile, cheeks bordering between pink and red—was so beautiful Rich was pretty sure he wanted to kiss it until he died was an answer in and of itself. 

He fumbled for the ring in his pocket only vaguely aware of Jake’s jaw dropping as he pulled it out. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt, erasing the remnants of his breakdown to the best of his ability. He had a boyfriend to propose to. A perfect, pretty, loving boyfriend, and he was not going to let that be tainted by his own lingering insecurities. 

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath. Jake looked like he was going to pass out. “Okay, I was supposed to do this later, but you’re—shit, I’m supposed to be on one knee.”

Still shaking, Rich struggled to untangle himself from Jake’s limp grasp enough to prop himself up on one knee. 

“Okay, starting over, I wanted—I was gonna do this while we were eating dessert, I thought you might be more likely to say yes if I was feeding you ca—”

“Yes,” Jake blurted, “Yes. The answer’s yes. Right now.”

Rich blinked. 

“I’m uh, I haven’t even talked about how much I love you yet.”

“I don’t care. Yes. I want to be engaged to you as soon as possible. Get fucking—” he scrambled over to Rich, glowing like a buttercup or sunflower. Rich was so enchanted by the sight he couldn’t find it in himself to protest as Jake shakily took the ring ($3,471—Rich spent eight months saving up) from the box and held it out to Rich. 

“Put it on me,” he said, “Put it on, I—”

Rich took the ring and slipped it on Jake’s finger. He got the privilege of watching the stars and sky light up as Jake broke out into a golden grin. Pretty, he thought, pretty, pretty, pretty—

Jake launched himself at Rich, knocking them both flat onto the floor, his arms finding their way around Rich’s waist with starved desperation and his lips colliding with whatever skin he had access to: first Rich’s neck, then his cheek, then his lips, over and over until Jake was crying so hard he had to stop just to get the chance to breathe. 

“You proposed to me,” he giggled, “You fucking proposed, you… oh my god.”

Rich threw his head back laughing. He couldn’t say it, couldn’t vocalize it like Jake was trying to do, but everything felt coated in unbridled elation. Jake wanted to marry him. Jake said yes. He was getting married to his best friend and they were going to spend the rest of their lives together.

“I do,” Jake said, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look down at Rich, “I do. Can we get married right now?”

“I think we should eat dinner first, sweetheart, I spent all day cooking.”

Jake perked up.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I made those scallops the way you like ‘em and pasta.”

Jake’s eyes lit up. Like a kid in a candy store (except that candy store only sold expensive seafood), Jake climbed off Rich and sat at the table. 

“I am so fucking glad I’m marrying you,” he said, already laying his napkin out on his lap. 

Rich flushed as he got to his feet, planning to grab their plates from the kitchen to show Jake the fruits of his labor, but was stopped by his foot colliding with—

With a matchbox. A small, unassuming matchbox that singlehandedly had the power to tear Rich apart limb by limb. 

Nothing could dim the giddiness he’d felt since Jake said yes. With unfounded confidence, he picked up what would usually be made of flames and fear and opened it, carefully taking a match into his hand. 

He could do this. He could light a candle for a romantic dinner with his boyf—fiancé.

He struck the match. 

Jake blew it out. 

Rich stared at the charred wood for a second, uncomprehending, before looking up at Jake. He almost wanted to scream. He couldn’t do that again. Once was enough, there was no way he’d be able to make more fire. 

“There’s no point,” Jake said.

“I want—”

“I broke it.”

Rich blinked at him.

“What?”

“I broke the candle.”

“How do you break a candle—”

Jake glanced nervously under the table. Despite Rich's disblief, there the candle was. Broken.

 It’d been mushed down into a mound of wax, the wick bent and covered in so much wax there was no way it’d light even if Rich wanted it to. Rich felt like he’d just been pulled from the brink of insanity by an angel. 

“I don’t need a candle,” Jake said, flashing Rich a crooked, nervous grin.

“Oh.”

A pause. It was a hurricane of a moment, the silence complete and violent despite the exultation that had drowned the room a moment earlier. 

Then, voice quiet with shame, Rich said, “I… I fucking hate candles.”

Jake reached out and squeezed his hand. 

“Not you, though,” Rich continued, squeezing Jake’s hand back, “I don’t hate you. I actually really fucking love you.”

[gmbmcoccu-offish]

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·: character intros :·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

WELCOME TO…

the

GLITCH-MARINA-BE MORE CHILL-ORIGINAL CHARACTER-CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

mainly, this universe is reliant on be more chill (book/musical mashup) and our original characters' backstories :)

PLACE: suburban east-coast united states

TIME: circa 2010

CHARACTERS:

ocs

Comet Andromeda, 17, she/her: main character. a girl who may well have fallen from the stars herself, who is not quite as adjusted to this world as she wants to be. traits: sweet, passionate, naive.

Mari Sallow, 17, they/them: main character. a former runaway who enjoys aliens, parties, skateboarding, and general shenanigans. traits: charismatic, loyal, anxious.

Wilbur Rayne, 18, he/him: main character. a coffee-and-cigarette-fuelled bookworm who spends less time reading and more time getting dragged into things he doesn’t want to be a part of. traits: cheerful, careless, energetic.

Celia Starling, 17, she/her: main character. a talented guitarist for her own band with too much pent-up anger to release onto the strings. traits: self-confident, pessimistic, devoted.

Raven Adrien, 18, she/her: main character. an amateur writer and spirit medium who really just wants a bit of relief from all. that. anger. traits: sarcastic, intelligent, bitter.

cannon

Rakuto 'Rack' ("Like a spice rack") Hata, 19, he/him: main character. the local squip-dealer full of ambition with no traits to become as popular or rich as he wants. traits: willful, ambitious, sensitive.

Stephanie Sanicci, 18, she/her: side character. the resident goth girl, ranked third hottest. for all her popularity she likes being strange and off-putting. traits: self-indulgent, melancholic, dedicated.

VIBE LIST:

acceptance, romance, indiecore, neon, 2010s, grunge, secrets

[rebuke-me]

🪸🐟🐙

🪸 a great closing line from a published work

Instead, the sun rose, glittering on the lake, as if Lydia Lee had never existed, and Jack drove himself forward. An object in motion.

-- an object in motion

🐟 a fluffy/sweet quote from a published work

Jake lit up when he saw the playground, abandoned by the kids once it got dark. “Come here.” 

Jeremy rolled his eyes, but followed, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. “We’re definitely going to get in trouble.” He said, watching Jake climb on the monkey bars. “I don’t think they want random 20 somethings climbing all over kids equipment, Jake.” 

Jake grinned at him. “Shush. I’m being cute.” 

“You are, but c’mon-” 

-- take me back (like nintendo)

🐙 a pretty/elaborate quote from a published work

Pianos were easier. They didn’t judge him for fidgeting. They didn’t ask him about school or what he wanted to do with his life. They didn’t hit him when he did something wrong. They were beautiful and strong and made people like him, just a little more.

Pianos weren’t warm, they didn’t push him away, they didn’t make him want to snap. Pianos didn’t smell like pine and musk. 

-- perfection is so quick to bore

[hellogirlslikegirlslikeboysdo]

A Girl That I’d Kinda Be Into - A Parody of Be More Chill's "A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into"

Timeline: Post Canon Ships: Brooke x Christine and Pinkberry Link to the Original Song

Summary: Brooke has something, or rather, someone, on her mind during rehearsal. Lucky for her, Christine is always happy to listen to a friend vent with no additional alterer motives! Nope, definitely not! (alright, maybe she just really likes listening to brooke talk, sue her)

[Brooke:]

Say there's this gal you chat with in the hall every day

You've known her since seventh grade

You're used to thinking about her in a certain way

From the persona that she displayed

And then you both makeup, and she changes

From a girl that you'd never be into

Into a girl that you'd kinda be into

From a girl that I'd never be into

Into a girl that I'd kinda be into

Is she worth it?

Christine?

Is she?

[Christine, internally:]

Is she talking about me? Wait, no, this sounds like it’s about her and Chloe. Oh...

[Brooke:]

Say there's this person you always knew totally well

[Christine, internally:]

Least they’ll be happy together

[Brooke:]

You thought that you had her pegged, but now you can tell

She's gone from a

Girl that you'd never be into

Into a girl that you'd kinda be into

From a girl that I'd never be into

Into a girl that I'd kinda be into

Should I tell her?

Christine~?

[Christine:]

Absolutely

[Brooke:]

Though I’m usually great with other people my age

They have to be chill like you

There are so many changes that I'm going through

And why’d I bother you with this

Guess I just figured you would get it

And maybe part of me wants to, who knew?

I guess a part of me likes to talk to you

I guess a part of me likes to, who knew?

I guess a part of me loves to sit with you

I guess a part of me loves to, who knew?

I guess a part of me’s kinda into you

I guess a part of me-

*Loud cell phone buzzing*

Jenna Rolan calling

Should probably take this but before I do

Those girls that I'm so kinda into

[Christine:]

Those girls? that you're so kinda into

[Brooke:]

Yeah those

[Brooke and Christine:]

Girls that I'm totally into

[Brooke:]

Are Chloe and...

You

[genderlesssnake]

send me all ur riverway fanfics. n o w . /lh (im the riverway-loving anon from a few days ago hAh)

I don’t know if this means fics I like or fics I’ve written (I don’t write fanfic, kinda wish I was a writer though, we need more riverway fics) anyway here are my favorites

Two smut fics

Beetlejuice Au

Some fluff

Idk if you would want this one, but this crack smut made me giggle

None of them characterize them in the same way that I imagine them, but I have very few options since there are so few riverway shippers, so I appreciate what I have.

[flowerandblood]

The Golden Cage (Epilogue)

[modern! mafia boss • Aemond x female]

[warnings: sex content, oral sex, smut, angst, fluff]

[description: Aemond works with the mob and finds a new accomplice. His attention is drawn to his daughter, trying to isolate herself as much as possible from their criminal underworld. Angst, domination kink, a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous chapters: Masterlist

_____

Ever since he'd come to her that morning when he'd sought comfort in her arms after Luke's death, their relationship had taken a different level that she couldn't understand. Her confession - her promise to be by his side - made him take it literally. And even though she meant what she said then, it surprised her.

She quickly realized that the Black Moon Club was owned by his family without even having to ask him. She knew that he was tired of her father complaining about him, screwing his daughter under his roof. One day she got a text from an unknown number and she knew it was him.

A: "Little birdie - BMC, today, at 9 p.m."

She looked at the message as if it were some kind of code, but then she understood what he meant. He wanted to meet her on his land, he wanted her to come to him. She pursed her lips at the thought.

She knew that her feelings for him were disturbing to say the least. Every time he fucked her, he drew from her the confessions of her fervent devotion and love, which he craved as much as a child in need of a parent's approval. Not that he wanted her to dominate him - his control gave him a sense of security.

She wasn't sure if she should give him what he wanted. On reflection she decided, that he was always the one who came to her so she could take that into account. However, she decided that she wouldn't make it easy for him.

Y: "I have an important exam tomorrow."

She answered him impassively, which was true. She knew that for some reason he was obsessed with her studies, her good grades, and her academic performance. He often asked her if she had prepared well for the upcoming exam.

She believed that deep down he couldn't bear the fact, that his family forced him to drop out of college to focus solely on their underground business.

She knew that he felt deficient in that regard. He constantly borrowed books from her when she no longer needed them. He also liked to watch her read, lying next to him, naked.

He would lie there, resting his forehead against her warm, soft shoulder, kissing it gently once in a while, looking at her. He fell asleep, and after a while she turned off the lamp, lay down next to him and dozed off. His big hand would find her then and pull her to him.

A: "I need you."

She pursed her lips as she read the words. She knew that he had defeated her. Since Luke's deat, there has been a huge division in his family, with shootings and homicides.

She knew he was here today but might not be tomorrow.

That she might have been the target of his uncle's attack, and that was why his men had followed her closely, watching her from afar. She pretended not to see it so as not to go crazy.

She gave in and went to see him at the appointed time. In front of the entrance to the club stood the same security guards with whom she had spoken many times. Now they didn't stop her when they saw her, letting her in right away. People in the club turned to her, curious.

She knew that she was some kind of enigma, a shadow woman who came and went by his side. Not that it bothered her. She had no intention of being his whore.

She had no problem being his property, though. She knew he was only pretending to objectify her. She was like a precious jewel to him, which he hid from everyone in the closet.

She saw him sitting on a sofa with several girls and other men, one of them leaning towards him, talking to him quickly, anxiously. He seemed to be explaining something to him, and Aemond didn't seem convinced by his explanation. She could tell from the smallest gestures on his face whether he was pleased or not.

He smoked a cigarette, staring blankly ahead, his face hardened, his lips tight. Whatever the man was saying didn't work, Aemond was growing impatient. She saw him roll his eye and say something slowly, low, the man next to him curled up.

She pursed her lips as she saw one of the girls, apparently accompanying them, cuddle up to his shoulder, whispering something in his ear.

She wanted to turn and leave, but then he saw her, his pupil narrowed. She could see that he stopped listening to what this helpless guy was saying to him, and focused only on what she looked like.

His gaze fell on her legs, on her pretty, black, sparkly boots, tied up in a knot, her white, soft, wool mid-thigh socks, her soft, black, velor dress with a white collar and long sleeves that hugged her waist so nicely. She knew that she did not fit into this interior, this music, these people who surrounded him and that was her goal.

She wasn't going to be absorbed into his world, snorting cocaine next to him like those girls, who were looking for sponsors and daddies. She wasn't desperate, because she had no reason to be.

But now, looking at this girl who was clinging to his arm, who was still trying to talk to him, not realizing that he was now looking only at her, she felt a pang of jealousy and pain.

She wondered if that was why he had invited her. To make her feel that he is her owner, not she his. That he can do what he wants, fuck who he wants. She pursed her lips at the thought.

She shuddered and took a step back as she saw him slowly stand up, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. He blew smoke through his nose, ignoring the surprised look of the guy that he had apparently stopped talking to mid-sentence and the disappointed look of the girl, who was now looking at her, disturbed.

Aemond approached her unhurriedly, his black T-shirt tucked into his pants, showing how well built he was. She tried not to think about how her body reacted automatically to the sight of him with the moisture between her thighs.

He grabbed her nape with his big hand and obviously wanted to kiss her, but she turned her face away. He stopped mid-gesture, narrowing his eye. They stared at each other for a moment.

“You asked me to come, so here I am. What happened?" She asked, raising her voice a little, so she could be heard over the announcing club music surrounding them. Aemond looked at her thoughtfully, still holding her by the scruff of the neck.

“Something must have happened?” He asked dispassionately, and she felt a tightness in her heart. He must have seen her gaze soften suddenly, because a smirk appeared on his face. "You look nice with jealousy on your face."

She broke away from him, wanting to head for the exit, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around in a swift motion towards him, pulling her so that she crashed into him, slamming her face into his chest. He locked her in his arms and wouldn't let her go, her hands on his chest trying to pull away. He chuckled at her helpless efforts.

"Come on. Let's go fuck."

As soon as they entered one of the VIP rooms he literally pounced on her, shoving his fleshy tongue into her lips down to her throat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw, that he had chosen a room that had a nice double bed, not a couch and table like the others. Her whole body shivered as she thought that he had it all planned out.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her as lightly as if she weighed nothing. He headed for the bed and threw himself on it with her, she felt the pleasant smell of clean sheets around her.

Her breathing quickened, her muscles clenched in her lower abdomen as he quickly took off her boots and then her panties. It was not in his nature to pretend or subtly build desire. He got straight to the point, and his directness made her want it even more.

She sighed and shivered as his hands ran over her thighs and the material of her high socks, looking at the sight with appreciation. He grunted in satisfaction, seeing how wet she was, how beautiful it looked.

"I love it when you wear them." He said, slipping his finger under the material of her soft sock, stroking her bare skin underneath. “They're so fucking sexy. I'll fuck you in them, okay?" He hummed, and she nodded so eagerly that he chuckled, a smile of satisfaction on his face.

“Such a good girl. You deserve an award today." He grunted in appreciation and leaned over her, the tip of his tongue running timidly over her entrance.

Her whole body arched in pleasure at this gentle sensation, she trembled, a sweet moan escaped from her mouth. She felt him smiling, his hands tightening on her thighs, his mouth and tongue moving to her clit, teasing her with wet, circular motions. She clenched her hands to the sheets around her, pursed her lips, trying hard not to make any noise.

She heard him pull away from her, licking his lips, looking at her expectantly.

"Is this a punishment?" He grunted, apparently slightly amused by her efforts. She pursed her lips at his words, annoyed, her pussy throbbing all over, hot and swollen with desire.

"Take the girl from your table. She looked like she wanted to moan with you." She said, squinting, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. She saw his eye gleam menacingly. She shivered.

He leaned over her again, and she arched back, taking a deep breath as she felt his tongue slide suddenly inside her, all the way to the end. He licked her in a fast, intense, perverted rhythm, immediately caressing and teasing the place that gave her the greatest pleasure.

Usually at first he was tormenting her by not allowing her to experience her full pleasure, but now he was clearly determined to bring her to orgasm as soon as possible.

She rose slightly on her hands, spreading her thighs wider in front of him, one of her hands automatically slid into his hair, pressing him closer to her, wanting to feel him even deeper.

She couldn't help herself, her hips responded greedily to his caresses, broken, powerless moans of pleasure escaped her lips every time the tip of his tongue brushed against her wonderful spot.

She began to pant, and they both sped up their movements, her moans getting louder and more desperate, he had never been so determined to satisfy her so quickly. She leaned back and moaned loudly in surprise as she felt a sudden wave of heat and pleasure run through her body, her insides tightening on his tongue, her hips falling against his face.

She heard his hum of satisfaction, licking everything that flowed out of her patiently, delighted. He pulled away from her and wiped his face with his hand, giving her a look so proud of himself that she pursed her lips in frustration.

"What's that face, little birdie? Where's the thank you?" He asked amused, starting to unbutton his pants. She swallowed softly at his words, looking at him, her chest heaving uneasily. She thought that if he wanted to play like that, she would drive him crazy herself.

She spread her thighs for him, pulling her dress up to reveal everything to him, her expression now soft, innocent, her lips parted sweetly, invitingly.

"Right here, between my thighs." She whispered, her hands on either side of her head in total surrender. "Don't you want to feel how warm I am inside?"

She saw his iris darken at her words, his jaw clench as he quickly unzipped his fly and slid his pants down, along with his boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down.

She parted her lips with a slight smile of satisfaction as she saw how hard he was, his cock throbbing impatiently, swollen. He squeezed himself at the base several times as he looked at her.

"Of course I fucking want to. I'm gonna cum in you a few times today, okay?" He hummed, taking her thighs in his hands, pulling them to him so that the tip of his cock pressed against her wet, throbbing entrance.

She nodded at his words and moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets on either side of her head as she felt him slither into her a little, pushing her fleshy, hot, oversensitive walls to the limit.

“Yes, cum inside me as many times as you want” She mumbled and started panting with him, as he began to move at a fast, intense pace, his cock penetrating her all the way, stretching her hot inside painfully hard.

"Just like that. My girl likes to be taken care of, doesn't she?" He panted, thrusting into her fast, his thighs slapping her buttocks with all his might with a perverted, wet slap of their bodies, that made her nipples stick out. She moaned sweetly at his words, her body leaning back in pleasure, as his thumb began to tease her clit again.

"− y-yes − yes − please, take care of me −" She sobbed helplessly, wanting only to be fulfilled with him again, to feel his seed deep inside her, to feel how much he desired her.

She heard him groan low at her words, speeding up, the mattress creaking beneath them with each of his brutal thrusts into her tight pussy.

"You want to please me, don't you? So fucking come for me, squeeze on my cock a bit.” He purred in delight, out of breath, close to the fulfillment he needed. Her body began to tremble, heat gathering again in her lower abdomen, she felt that she was close.

"− I will, just please, touch me there −" She mewled and moaned surprised as his thumb began to massage her clit in circular motions, teasing her almost painfully, making her body try to pull away, thrusting into her with sticky slaps.

"− come on, babygirl, give it to me −give me what I want −” He panted helplessly and she leaned back, her mouth parted, her whole body tense.

A loud, sweet moan escaped her throat, as a second orgasm washed over her in wonderful, hot waves, her insides clenching against his throbbing cock. Feeling it, he tipped his head back, his hips pumping against her relentlessly.

"− that's right − fuck, yes! −" He gasped loudly as he cum inside her, breathing heavily, staring at her with his mouth parted.

He fell on top of her, pinning her with his body, his face against her cheek. She didn't think about it, just hugged him, breathing fast and he grunted contentedly. She could feel him pulsating inside her, the remnants of his seed spilling over her hot core. They both tried to calm down.

She felt his nose press against her soft skin, tracing it slowly up and down her face, inhaling her scent. He often did this after their close-ups, once in a while placing soft, wet kisses on her cheek. She sighed softly, closing her eyes. Hearing this, he spoke up.

"You're so silly, little birdie. Don't you knowthat you're the only one I fuck with?" He purred, placing small, sweet kisses on her skin. "The only one I cum in?"

She felt a shiver go through her at his words. She wondered why she cared at all. She tried to kid herself that it would be better if he finally found another object of desire, but she knew that wasn't true.

She was as addicted to him as he was to her.

"I wanted you to come, because I want to discuss something with you." He said calmly and she looked at him, turning to face him. His hand slowly ran over her cheek and hair. They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“I want to move out of my family home into my new apartment. Move in with me. I want to have you by my side." He spoke softly, and she gasped, her mouth parted, completely taken aback by his proposal.

For a moment she couldn't get a word out. She looked down, afraid to say what was on her mind.

"I don't want to be your dependent." She said finally.

He pursed his lips and she knew that he didn't like her words. Still, when he answered her, his voice sounded gentle.

"Finish your studies. Find a job that suits you. Just be by my side."

_____

Thank you for your journey, this is by far one of my favorite fanfics I've written here! 😭😭😭

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[stellarspecter]

20 questions for writers

i was tagged by @devondespresso and @spicysix! thanks guys!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

68! oh shit my next fic is my 69th i gotta finish that smut fic STAT

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

191,966. crazy

3. What fandoms do you write for?

most recently, stranger things, but i've also written a lot for julie and the phantoms and be more chill. and then various other oneshots for random stuff

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Befriend the Bully - Nerdy Prudes Must Die, 868 kudos (and 3rd most kudos'ed fic in the hatchetfield fandom???)

Saint Frost - Rise of the Guardians, 593 kudos

Me Too - Percy Jackson & the Olympians, 392 kudos

Hopefully - Be More Chill, 286 kudos

All This Feeling Second Best, It's Got Me by the Throat - Julie and the Phantoms, 249 kudos

most of those are pretty old so it makes sense that they've had the time to accumulate kudos, but that means they were also written when i was in high school so it's kind of like 😬

5. Do you respond to comments?

i used to more, now i don't really unless they said something that i specifically want to comment on. i just kind of forget or don't have anything to say lmao

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

probably my troped round 1 fic, you look like you've just seen a monster (is that what i look like to you?). usually i like to have a happy ending but i wrote this in like two days the week of my first breakup. so uh yeah couldn't really think of happy ending for that one.

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

pretty much anything else lmao. i love to write fluff and cuddles and shit like that so just go read any other of my fics

8. Do you get hate on fics?

the only hate on fics i can remember ever getting was back in my bmc days when i wrote meremine and someone was mad bc michael is gay and didn't like that i put him in a throuple with a woman. but like other than that clown behavior no not really lmao

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

i have one (1) smut fic published and it is on a different account because i was so scared of jatp fandom being mean lmao. luckily i only got nice comments on it so i will share that you can go read it here. i mean it was probably kind of obvious that it was me because there are only so many ppl into that rarepair? but idk jatp mutuals lmk who you thought it was lsdfksjf

i have been trying to write steddie smut recently, i have a wip that i'm working on that i will hopefully finish soon. if anyone would like to beta that lmk lol 👀 it is pretty kinky i will say lol but like. that's steddie for ya

10. Do you write crossovers?

not really. i'm more likely to just make an au of something for whichever fandom i'm currently obsessed with

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i don't think so? ppl would be welcome to do so tho

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

no. co-brainstormed and went crazy in the dms about it tho? oh yeah

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

evidence shows it to be steddie, at least for now. i'm a big multishipper so a better question would more be "what do i find myself most often in the mood for?" and the answer would still be steddie sldkfjs

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

vampire chrissy fic i want to do right by you i fear i may not.... i signed it up for the wip big bang tho so hopefully i do actually get it done

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue! i love writing dialogue. screenwriting is awesome because it's just dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

hrmm action scenes. repetitive prose. actually sitting down and plotting something cohesively

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

nothing against it but i'm only fluent in english so i'd consult someone else who actually speaks that language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

doctor who in middle school :) i wrote my fics in my little writing notebook and some of them are even on ao3 lol

20. Favorite fic you've written?

like i said earlier with the favorite ship question, this is tough to answer because i feel like it comes down to more what am i in the mood for most often. i'm pretty proud of my trans steve fic as well as aro bi reggie, both of them because i spent a long time trying to make sure i doing the representation right and i think i did a good job. also that sad bobby polycurve fic from the kudos question, i put a lot of myself in it and i feel very proud of how it came out.

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@queenofthequillandink @jughead-is-canonically-aroace @innytoes @floating-in-the-blue @invisibleraven

and anyone else who wants to do it!

[badteavee]

Happy birthday , by the way.

Tws / Cws : Suicidal Thoughts / Suicidal Ideation , just shitty mental health in general

Genre : Angst + Fluff

Word count : 1,074

Parings : Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell

Note : This is outside of my usual content but I love bmc and it’s super easy to project onto Michael Mell

11:30pm.

Most knew that Michael wasn’t the most stable individual , not by choice , it was just obvious. Almost weekly if not daily counselor visits , zoning out in class , starting to grey at 15 , barely functioning if he wasn’t high out of his mind. No one was more aware of it than Michael himself. Now he sat in his bedroom , staring at the wall because he couldn’t bring himself to look at his phone. He didn’t want to look at the time again , even if Jeremy texted , he couldn’t handle seeing how close it was to midnight. It’s too close to his birthday.

Ding.

Jeremy’s probably confirming that he’s on his way or he’s here. If he was , one of Michael’s moms could let him in.

11:42pm.

Jeremy slowly opened Michael’s door , a small plastic bag in one hand and a shitty blueberry muffin from Seven Eleven in the other. He knows Michael hasn’t been big on his birthday for a couple of years now but he didn’t like the thought of not getting him anything so he always got something small.

He met the taller’s eye as he set the goods on the side table , he obviously hadn’t slept the night before , his nails were halfway peeled , hang nails torn off. He won’t mention any of it , Michael barely was in a condition to talk , let alone about this.

11:44pm.

Jeremy saw how Michael turned away when he checked his phone , that was his mistake , he should be used to not checking until it was at least 1 am. He took his and Michael’s phones and put them in a drawer , grabbing the wii remotes. He handed one to Michael and sat back down , setting the tv up to play Super Mario Bros.

Michael considered declining , he didn’t feel like he could distract himself this year , he knew this was his best bet to not feel the existentialism however.

11:56pm.

Michael found himself pleasantly distracted , he should’ve known. Jeremy has known how to distract him since diapers. Every time loading takes a little too long or he has to wait for Jeremy to win for them , he can feel it clawing at the back of his mind. <i>It’s getting close to midnight.</i> he thinks. The game starts again and he feels it fade , being replaced by the competitive nature he definitely got from one of his moms.

It was game , wait , dread , game , repeat. It was a distressing cycle but distracting enough for him not to spiral. That’s all that mattered to the both of them.

11:59pm.

Jeremy quickly checked his watch while Michael was distracted , looking back up at the boy yelling at the game for something that was entirely his fault. He smiled , knowing he did his job correctly. He rolled his hoodie sleeve back up. “You know that was totally your fault , right ?”

“It was the controller ! It’s old and the buttons don’t work !”

“Excuses.”

Michael sighed , exasperated , while Jeremy laughed at his dramatics.

12:03am.

Jeremy spotted one of Michael’s moms , Rosemary , cracking open the door to quietly check in. He gave her a smile and subtle thumbs up that Michael was too busy singing along to the AC/DC vinyl he’d put on when he decided it was too quiet to notice. Rosemary grinned , slinking in to hand the boys the bowls of mac and cheese she usually made when they stayed up late.

“You boys don’t stay up too late now.” She ruffled Michael’s hair on her way back to the door , to which Michael groaned , trying to get his hair back to normal while still dancing in his seat.

“I’ll make sure he goes to sleep soon , Mrs. Mell.”

“Thank you , Jeremy.”

1:02am.

The boys had winded down by now , Michael putting on some documentary about dolphins , knowing that Jeremy had no say in the matter of what they watched. The shorter rolled his eyes , choosing to check his watch again.

In years passed , this would usually be the time he’d retrieve their phones and wish Michael a happy birthday but he knew better than to do that this year. Michael never actually thought he’d make it to 17 , something he’d only admitted once to Jeremy but explained a lot about his attitude towards birthday celebration. Every other year since he turned 13 was a possible last year but this one , now , was proof that he did make it. It’s something he should be proud of , it’s definitely something Jeremy and his moms were , but it felt weird.

Living passed what you were supposed to was an interesting experience , it felt numbing knowing you now had to plan your life , but it also was a relief. It’s nice to know you can prove yourself wrong.

Michael’s not thinking about any of that though , thanks to Jeremy , who grabbed the muffin and bag before cuddling into his best friend’s side. He held them just in case Michael didn’t want to take them just yet but he surprisingly took the small bag from him.

There were just a few new pins and patches for his jacket in there , some retro patches Jeremy found off eBay and Bob Marley pins. Michael smiled , hugging the other closer. “Thank you , Jerem..”

Jeremy returned the smile , pecking his cheek. “Of course , Micha.” He held up the muffin. “Wanna split it ?” The taller nodded , both of them trying to split the pastry best they could. It kept breaking off in smaller pieces or just crumbling all together so they gave up after about thirty seconds , resigning to just eating the pieces and taking bites from their halves.

1:53am.

Rosemary came by to check in once more before she joined her wife in bed , slowly opening the door to see them slumped against each other , fast asleep with Michael snoring into Jeremy’s hair. She softly crept in to turn off the record player and restart the documentary that autoplayed.

She paused to look through the drawer , taking the boy’s phones out. She caught a glimpse of Michael’s notifications as she did , multiple messages from him and Jeremy’s new friends all wishing him a happy birthday with stupid and excessive emoji combinations. She smiled and left the phones on the bedside table , leaning over the bed to kiss Michael’s forehead. “Happy birthday , baby..” She whispered before leaving the boys to sleep , she’ll give Michael his gifts in the morning.

[lunaryuwu]

pinkberry 001?

• when I started shipping it if I did:

Probably after diving into the bmc fics on ao3 and reading my first pinkberry fic. It was a side ship in some other fic that i forgot

(Big incomprehensible grammar questionable pinkberry rant incoming)

• my thoughts:

I LOVE THEM!!!! Like i get that their relationship is kinda toxic with how chloe treats brooke and kinda pulls her around and doesn’t act like she cares but she cares so much she just doesn’t show it cuz it’s weird and things are extra weird between them after the squip incident because chloe doesn’t know how to express her feelings and brooke just knows and is waiting for chloe to sort her feelings out. Brooke being salty watching chloe going through different relationships through high school too like the pining is so real!!! And like the whole they’ve liked boys before and the i was jealous of you thing like dhvdhgshabjajajak and brooke feels like she’s just a follower to chloe and she’s just desperate to be seen by chloe(pov me after listening to the archer on repeat) and chloe is just trying to slow down on relationships after jake because she’s so scared that she’ll make the same mistake again and chase away the people she loves the most again because she’s bad with feelings and has these mood swings were she blames herself for everything but then is confident as hell she’s just so complex and brooke’s the only one who sees her as something more than the popular girl and things are simple with brooke like hrggg they make me sick/pos

• What makes me happy about them:

The toxic yuri potentials <3

• What makes me sad about them:

I feel like the angst potentials of brooke pining for chloe for so long that she eventually falls out of it and doesn’t see chloe the same way when chloe loves her back is something that stabs me to the core

• things done in fanfic that annoys me:

There aren’t barely enough pinkberry fics!!! I want to read more of them!! And in general just them in different au scenarios

• things I look for in fanfic:

Fluff, toxic yuri(if possible), hurt/comfort(i can’t get enough of brooke comforting chloe after her breakup with jake tbh), girl rage(brooke hating jake for a while because of him hurting chloe is real), pining(mutual or one sided is fine), deep talk(about the squip incident their relationship or exes and whatever i just want to see them be vulnerable and emotional to each other)

• Who l'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Puppy love and chlostine are fine by me(puppy love is usually for the brooke falls out of love when chloe falls in love scenarios but either way i think it’s cute)

• My happily ever after for them:

They live in a cottage or small house kind of thing near the beach and they own a flower shop together <3 and they get a dog for reasons

• who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Brooke big spoon chloe little spoon no arguments needed

• what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Putting makeup on each other and listening to music(eventually singing their hearts out like they’re in a karaoke bar but they’re in the other’s house, preferably empty and maybe a bit drunk)

[mydickisjuicy]

Intro Post

i am literally so Veronica fr i am going to be writing fanfictions and that is that thank you goodbye I TAKE REQUESTS BTW

-nagi

WAIT I FORGOT I WILL CURRENTLY BE WRITING FOR

PJSK

Toya Aoyagi

Akito Shinonome

Rui Kamishiro

Nene Kusanagi

Mafuyu Asahina

Airi Momoi

Kohane Azusawa

An Shiraishi

Tsukasa Tenma

Emu Otori

Kanade Yoisaki

HEATHERS

JD

Veronica

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Heather Chandler

TBHK

Sakura Nanamine

Natsuhiko Hyuuga

Tsukasa Yugi

Amane Yugi/Hanako-kun

Nene Yashiro

Akane Aoi

Aoi Akane

Teru Minamoto

Kou Minamoto

HXH

Chrollo Lucilfer

Feitan Portor

Shalnark Ryusei

Hisoka Morow

Illumi Zoldyck

BMC

Anyone and I mean ANYONE in the musical or book, ANY CHARACTER

RTC

Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

Constance Blackwood

Mischa Bachinski

UPDATE AGAIN- I WRITE SMUT LIKE A SINFUL LITTLE CUNT HAND OVER YOUR REQUESTS

What i write

X reader scenarios

X reader fics

Character x character scenarios

Character x character fics

Character (n)sfw alphabets

Angst i love angst yassss (let your mind run wild here but keep in mind i’m pretty new to writing as of now

Fluff

Other headcanons and stories rly as long as im comfortable

i will write for ur ocs if u want pookies

pls request i need a reason to write stuff more

Masterlist: here

[artzychic27]

I got a request.

Headcanons about River and Ly (SQUIP Nathaniel and Marc from the BMC AU)

Stuff like their personality, stuff they like to do, and how to deal with/see Jeremy (Adrien).

Generally evil fluff.

River is more harsh and blunt when it comes to corrections and is more prone to using electrocution to make his host do what he wants

Ly uses smooth talk to get his host to comply, but when the situation calls for it, he will shock them

River manages physical attributes of the host- How they dress, controls any ticks/ fidgets, and decides who they’re seen with. Ly manages what they say to others and how they speak by removing any speech impediments

They dress like fancy cyber goths 24/7, most of their clothes have a circuit board pattern, and their main colors are cyan/black/white

River and Ly like to finish each others sentences and sometimes speak at the same time

The reason there’s two of them in one pill is because it was a Prime Squip, a rare one taken off the assembly line as soon as it was discovered two Squips came with it. Although, River and Ly managed to make it

Ly likes to wear leather platform boots. It’s to assert dominance over the host

Just to be little shits, River will take control of the host’s motor skills and have them do weird movements while Ly takes control of their vocal cords to make them sing a random song

They may or may not have been responsible for Mountain Dew Red getting discontinued… They totally were

They’re both weirdly obsessed with Keanu Reeves

Whenever their host gets drunk, they switch to a random language- In their case, Yiddish and Spanish- and retreat back to the Cloud until the host is sober

The Cloud is almost like The Reef from Steven Universe Future in a way. If a Squip is experiencing any glitches, they can reboot in The Cloud or change their outfits. They can also look through their host’s memories, access any security footage, or even just watch movies

For super computers, River and Ly act pretty human… Apart from wanting to take over the human race with a hive mind army of pills

Their eyes glow bright red when they’re angry

Since they don’t really sleep because they don’t need to, when they can’t find a movie to watch, they watch their host sleep

Adrien: River, Ly? What are you two doing up?

Nathaniel: Oh! Well, we just- See, the thing is… We sometimes like to watch you while you sleep.

Marc: … And by ‘Sometimes,’ River means ‘All the time.’

[lohstandfound]

1, 15, 19, fanfic authors asks

1. What is your favorite trope to write?

Angst and fluff, the very basics. Pining, especially mutual pining is fun too.

15. Fandom you wrote the most fanfiction for?

BMC by far. I've written for very few fandoms

You would not be able to find my pjo fics, yet to scrub the Hamilton fics from existence, the I'd one Achilles and Patroclus reincarnation fic on my ao3, and literally everything else is bmc

19. Have you ever created an OC for a fic?

My very first fanfics (the pjo ones) were very much self inserts, so yeah

[tims-coffee-addiction]

Hey I'm going to open up requests fanfics for almost any Fandoms such as but not limiting

Anything yandere, fluff, comfort (of any kind), angst

Welcome home

Dc

Marvel

Ddlc( doki doki literature club)

Heathers

Hamilton

Six

Deh (dear Evan hansen)

Bmc (be more chill)

Monster prom

Stardew valley

Slashers ( I will watch new horror movies)

And many many more

I have like 3 rules no shaming for suicide or sh, rape, and pls If I make a mistake tell me but pls don't be disrespectful I'm trying my hardest