#forgot my otp tag oops

[oingomyboingos]

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

21. What are your thoughts on crack ships?

22. Popular character you hate?

I FORGOT THE ANSWERS TO THESE WERE SITTING IN MY NOTES APP FOR DAYS OOPS anyway tysm for the ask <3

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

hm, the only thing coming to mind rn is spones? spock and bones are lovely but i really just like their friendship and the way they push each other’s buttons. but like in a friend way. also i’m a spirk girlie. now, I HAVE read kirk/spock/bones before, and while I prefer k/s I did like that. both spock and bones adore jim so much and I can see the dynamic working well.

21. What are your thoughts on crack ships?

I think they’re hilarious lmao. canon is not the end all be all for me, and i love when fandom spins something out of nothing (provided it doesn’t take over the whole tag and prevent me from seeing other stuff i want to see). an example: about a year ago or so my dash was full of kristalia (kristoph/dahlia, ace attorney) posts with them in a mutually resentful lavender marriage both trying to fuck (over?) phoenix. i love two haters getting together out of mutual spite for a common enemy. combine their unhinged minds and you get sheer chaos. it was incredible.

22. Popular character you hate?

i’m struggling so hard here because lately i’ve found characters i dislike to be more boring than actively bad (i’m so sorry but worf falls into this category for meeeeeee i just don’t care about klingon politics.) If we’re talking active hatred okay uhhh throwing it back to my OG fandoms, I cannot stand amy pond (doctor who). karen gillian is a good actress—this isn’t a critique of her it’s the scripts. I found her relentless flirting with the doctor frustrating as hell. seemed clear to me she and rory did not have an open relationship and she wanted to cheat. it made me uncomfortable. rory’s so sweet I just felt terrible he got stuck w someone who can’t be honest w him. I also don’t like how moffat’s writing made river song’s story tie into the ponds’. I enjoy river, and felt that everything w her being their kid was clumsy. I preferred having her origins a mystery.

[crescentfool]

the fics i’ve read in july 2021

happy august everyone! to continue the tradition that i started last month, i’ll once again be making a compilation that highlights my favorite persona 5 fics. if you’d like to see last month’s fic recommendation list, you can find that here.

all fics listed here are from persona 5, and mostly consist of shuake / akeshu fics. please mind the tags/warnings/ratings when viewing the fics; read what you’re most comfortable with! with this in mind, the full list is located under the cut.

all fics are formatted as TITLE by author | rating | appx. word count | brief description of fic (including main ship/character, tropes/AU, and whether the fic is completed, ongoing, or abandoned)

Talkative Sleep by Zeliez | G | 1.4k | very soft akeshu oneshot where goro talks in his sleep, highlighting his more vulnerable side! recommended for anyone who wants a cute read and wants an instant serotonin boost!

Hello, Stranger by UnluckyLeek | G | 18k | a completed multichapter fic that focuses on akechi in post-p5r, with an emphasis on akechi and sojiro friendship.

you’re the one (who signed up for this) by pana (panaceaa) | M | 11k | an incredibly soft shuake oneshot that highlights the different aspects of akira and goro’s married life, all from goro’s POV!

Rent a Boyfriend by wabisoapy | T | 4.5k | a shuake oneshot that prominently features the fake dating trope. recommended for anyone looking for a hilarious read and great dialogue!

the prices for your lips by corrupted_voracity | T | 10.1k | akeshu oneshot where akira runs a kissing booth and kisses Everyone™ (at the expense of goro’s sanity). features great depictions of body language and visual imagery!

Two Can Play at That Game by orphan_account | T | 44.1k | a completed multichapter shuake fic where ren and goro play gay chicken with each other. takes place from ren’s POV, and showcases his emotions while emphasizing his rivalry with goro.

War Games by assentodele | T | 3.4k | shuake oneshot that provides a glimpse into akira and goro’s banter. features fantastic dialogue and characterization, and is practically shuake verbal ammunition, the fic.

Once More, With Feeling by beesandtoes | M | 77k | a completed multichapter shuake fic where akira and goro are stuck on a time loop on december 11th (aka the engine room). the development and progression of shuake’s relationship here is wonderful but also features a Lot of mental health issues (which are beautifully rendered).

and that’s all the fics i have to recommend for now! i hope to see you all next month for another batch of lovely fics. in the meantime, i hope anyone who reads these fics enjoys them as much as i did!

[moirainessuspenders]

Feel free to ignore this is nsfw asks make you uncomfortable, but how do you think Craig introducing Jeff to his long list of kinks goes?

It’s definitely a mixed bag. In general I think Jeff is a little shy/self-conscious at the outset due to his lack of experience with men, but once he gets over that he’s actually pretty keen to explore. Some things he gets on board with really easily, like the dominant role - he loves being in control and telling people what to do, and his ego can’t get enough of how much Craig wants him. I think he’s a little hesitant to be too rough with him at first, but Craig is kind of a brat when he wants to be and coaxes it out of him that way. Jeff gets more into it than he expected (a fairly common experience for them, it turns out).

Other stuff is a harder sell: he really doesn’t get the furry thing, for example. Some things he’s willing to play along with now and then despite not really understanding them or feeling a little silly; others are a hard no. Craig is good about it and doesn’t pressure him. And Jeff does his best to keep things judgment-free (not that Craig has much shame in this area anyway, but still), even when he thinks the idea is really, really weird.

I also think Jeff sometimes suggests new things himself, to Craig’s great delight. Coming out makes him a lot more open and curious, and he knows Craig is basically impossible to shock in this department, so he’s able to explore and learn a lot about himself through their relationship. It’s kind of therapeutic, actually, and considerably more intimate than Jeff ever thought he’d be comfortable with.

I could say more but I think I’ve exposed myself enough for now ^^;;;; hmu off anon if you want, though!

[spacs]

give me shelter

Archive of Our Own Link

Chapter Two: always around me Rating: Teen+ Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia Language: English

Summary: Today wasn’t normal. Today had been awkward and weird and full of a tension that Noct didn’t know how to place.

Notes: a continuation of this.

It shouldn’t have surprised him that Ignis wasn’t next to him when he woke up.

Noctis picked his head up blearily and looked around the room. Prompto was on the second bed looking through the pictures on his camera and Gladio was packing a bag. Noctis could hear faint rustling sounds coming from the kitchen. Everything was normal.

He didn’t know why he’d been expecting something else.

“Morning sleeping beauty,” Prompto grinned when he looked up and saw Noct awake. He just groaned in reply, flopping back onto the bed – just like normal. Maybe last night had been a dream. The atmosphere in the room wouldn’t be this casual if it had happened. “We’re gonna head out soon.��

Noctis waved at him from his position, running a hand over his face. “Still asleep,” he mumbled.

“No you don’t.” Hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back into a seated position. Gladio patted his arm roughly to get him to wake up. “Don’t want to miss the boat, highness.”

He did his best to glare at his shield through narrowed eyes, still heavy with sleep. He slid off the bed as Gladio went back to zip up the bag he’d finished packing, stumbling towards the kitchen. Noctis leaned against the doorframe, watching Ignis crack an egg into a pan. “Hey,” he said.

“Morning,” Ignis replied. His voice was too normal, like he was trying to sound like his normal self. But just that word was lined with discomfort and the pitch heavy with overcompensation.

Noct frowned. “Last night—”

“How would you like your eggs this morning, highness?” Ignis asked stiffly, not meeting his eyes.

He blinked. His eggs? “Eggs—what?”

The advisor adjusted his glasses, pushing the previously cracked egg around evenly over the stove. “Your eggs. How would you like them cooked?”

“I don’t care. However you want,” he tried. “Listen, Ignis—”

“Over easy it is,” Ignis interrupted. He waved toward the door. “Why don’t you help Gladio with the bags while I finish breakfast?” He turned his back on Noctis, moving to gather the correct spices and two more eggs – a clear dismissal.

Dazed, Noctis turned back to the room. Prompto was still wrapped up in his camera and Gladio had stacked the rest of their things by the door. He wandered to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess and the skin beneath his eyes was dark. His exhaustion was clearly visible and given Ignis’ reaction to his mere presence, he no longer wondered why.

Everything was normal because Ignis was desperately clinging to it. He didn’t want to acknowledge what had happened the previous night and Noctis was trying to pretend like that didn’t hurt. Whatever had come over them was obviously a mistake. But it had felt… good. That seemed to understate it, but Noct didn’t have a way with words the way Ignis did. He’d kept his eyes open to see Ignis after the kiss, but Ignis pulled away. Wouldn’t it be beneficial to discuss what transpired rather than wallow in this permeable awkwardness? Prompto and Gladio were bound to notice that they were acting strangely.

Noct blew a frustrated breath out through puffed cheeks. “Dammit,” he muttered, pushing a hand through his hair. With the winds from the boat later fixing it wouldn’t do a lot of good, but maybe it would help him find a footing in this new normal. Thankfully Gladio hadn’t packed the bathroom yet, and Noctis used some of Prompto’s hair product – the extra strength bottle.

He messed with his unruly bangs for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and exiting the bathroom. The bags were gone and so were Prompto and Gladio. Noctis ducked past the kitchen, glancing in briefly to see Ignis looking pointedly away from the door. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from pushing the subject. If Ignis hated kissing him so much then he’d accept it. By the time they got on the boat, things would be back to the real normal. They just had to jump the morning-after hurdle.

The trip to Altissia was tense. Ignis sat next to him on the boat, which Noct figured was an attempt to move back to a semblance of normality. He was hyper aware of Ignis’ body next to his, the way their legs would brush when the boat rocked with the waves. Occasionally Ignis would stand, pacing around the boat and Noctis found himself watching the way Ignis’ eyes would study the water and the horizon. The sun cast a pleasant light over his features, and in the heat Ignis rolled his sleeves up past his elbows, loosening the buttons at the top of his shirt. He tracked the movements of Ignis’ lips as he spoke, averting his gaze when Ignis turned to him.

Still, he caught himself staring at Ignis when the other man wasn’t looking, and felt his heart skip a beat when their eyes met for the first time since the previous night. The look between them lingered, Ignis’ lips pursed as he adjusted his glasses. Was he nervous? Noctis didn’t think he had ever seen Ignis nervous. He couldn’t decipher what Ignis thought about what happened, but he’d never had the same talent for reading people that Ignis had. The way Ignis was looking at him had a different tone than the way he had blatantly ducked the topic this morning. Longing? Disappointment?

The redness on Noct’s face was just from the sun – or that’s what he would say if someone mentioned it – and he tried to stop looking at Ignis.

For the first time in twelve years, he was going to be in the same city as Luna. That thought made his palms sweat and he ran a hand through his hair, though the wind blew it out of place once more. He’d thought about how it would feel to see Luna again for a long time. Their contact through the years had made the separation easier and maintained their friendship. He knew he was supposed to be in love with her – that was the reason for the teasing from his friends and the kissy faces Prompto would make at the mention of her name or title. Now he wasn’t so sure it was the romantic kind of love that was expected from him.

“I can’t believe you’re not sleeping,” Prompto teased as he motioned for Noct to stand for a picture.

Noctis made a face at him that Prompto made sure to photograph before he could wipe the expression from his face. “I slept fine last night,” he retorted. It was only half a lie and he made sure not to look at Ignis.

“Never stopped you before,” Prompto grinned, lifting his camera. Noct crossed his arms, smiling awkwardly so the blond could take the photograph. “Could it have maybe, possibly, totally something to do with seeing Lady Lunafreya again?”

“Shut up,” he replied, moving out of position.

“I’m just saying,” Prompto continued, holding his hands up innocently. “Even Iggy is managing some shut-eye.”

Noct’s brow lifted and he finally looked over at Ignis. His hands were crossed over his chest, his head lolled slightly to the side as it leaned against his shoulder. His eyes were closed and he had a soft frown on his lips. But when Prompto lifted his camera to get a shot of him Ignis lowly said, “Don’t.”

It looked like Prompto almost wanted to jump off the boat with how startled he was, and Noct and Gladio shook with laughter. Ignis’ eyes slowly opened and his arms uncrossed, turning to the other three, a tentative smile replacing the frown. “I thought you were asleep,” Prompto exclaimed, a hand clutching his camera protectively.

“Just resting my eyes,” Ignis told him, stretching his arms in front of him.

Gladio slapped a hand on Prompto’s shoulder, shaking him gently. The blond glared up at him but Gladio just kept grinning. “You okay, Iggy?” he asked, still chuckling. Noct looked away from Ignis and scratched the back of his head self-consciously.

Ignis nodded, answering, “Just fine. The sun is bright and out here there is no shade.” He kept his voice even and he sounded normal again. The lie came naturally from him and, even though he knew the truth, Noct almost believed him.

A quiet finally fell over the friends and Noct was left trying to fend off his thoughts about how he truly felt about Luna versus what he thought he was supposed to feel. Instead he tried to focus on the waves that the boat made as it moved through the water, watching birds diving under the surface for fish or just flying peacefully next to them. The click of Prompto’s camera sounded every so often as he took nature shots and occasionally Gladio. The shield was the only one who was letting Prompto pull him up for pictures anymore.

It was nearing sundown when they finally docked in Altissia. The city was beautiful, the night life already starting to buzz. Light hung in the streets as soft music drifted between the buildings. Gondolas were pushed gently through the water, creating relaxing rippling sounds to pair with the music. The city was more magical than described and Noct felt more awake than he’d ever been at this time of day.

Once they’d officially entered the city, thanks to Ignis’ quick thinking, Noctis eagerly pushed forward. Prompto kept pace with him easily while Gladio and Ignis trailed behind. He went to the first gondola available, asking to be taken on a cruise surrounding the city. Prompto excitedly climbed in, ready for the photo op. Gladio and Ignis followed, mentioning that they needed to consider lodgings for their stay.

“Cid mentioned Maagho’s,” Prompto replied, lifting his camera to snap a photo of the street behind them.

“A restaurant, not a hotel,” Ignis answered. “We have the gil for two rooms for a few nights.”

Noctis lifted his eyebrows at the mention of two rooms but didn’t say anything. “I can take you to Maagho’s,” the gondolier interjected. “Great place.”

“Not tonight,” Noctis responded quickly. At the questioning look from his friends he continued, “Ignis is right. We need to figure out where we’re going to stay.” He glanced at Ignis, still feeling awkward, and a nod was returned. It was hard to tell if Ignis was blatantly ignoring the tension or if he was blissfully unaware. Ignis was rarely unaware of anything, so Noctis figured it was the first.

The hotel they were directed to was very nice. Prompto made a case for the luxury suite that Ignis didn’t even bat an eye at but Prompto was placated by the purchase of two rooms. Ignis took a key and handed the other to Gladio.

“Finally a bed all to myself,” Prompto cheered, stretching widely to demonstrate.

“With the way you move around, I’m betting you’ll find a way to kick me anyway,” Gladio quipped, throwing an arm around the blond and digging his knuckles into his hair leading the other up the stairs first.

Noctis didn’t miss the way Ignis hesitated or the way he opened his mouth to say something before closing it without a word. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from scowling as he trailed after first two. He watched the casual closeness between Prompto and Gladio as they joked with each other, Prompto finally getting out from underneath the arm around his shoulders. He shoved Gladio lightly, sneaking the key away from his hand and starting a race up the steps to their room. A brief sigh escaped Ignis behind Noct at the behavior but he didn’t scold.

“Which room are we?” he asked when they reached the next floor. Prompto and Gladio sped around the corner with little regard to their companions.

Ignis handed him the key and Noct swore he deliberately kept their hands from brushing together. “Should be next to those two,” he answered. He waited for Noctis to continue down the hallway. “They’ll be sending up the bags momentarily.”

Noctis nodded, leading the way past the other rooms. He glanced down at the key but it was hardly necessary when they rounded the corner and saw Gladio and Prompto wrestling for ownership of the key outside their door. It brought a grin to his face and he shook his head, matching his key with the room left of theirs.

“Noct make him let go,” Prompto whined, bent in half. Gladio had a hand wedged into Prompto’s stomach where the blond must be cradling the key protectively.

“I’m not getting involved,” Noct chuckled, unlocking his door. He went inside and glanced back to see Ignis hesitating again. He was watching their friends like he wanted to say something or intervene. “Ignis?”

The sound of his name brought him back and he looked back at Noctis. “Right,” he said, but it sounded more like a resignation. He followed into the room, the door swinging closed behind them.

The room was nice. It was a deep red, the bedding a cream color with waving lines decorating the fabric. There was a gold pattern tracing the walls and Noct let his eyes follow the pattern in circles, admiring the way the pattern overlapped and crisscrossed. There was a small kitchen, if that’s what it could be called without an oven – it was more of a would-be kitchen with just a two seat bar, microwave, sink, and mini fridge. A coffee pot was on the bar, something Ignis would be grateful for, and the countertops were off-white marble. There was a balcony overlooking the harbor, the light music from the city below muffled by the closed doors. Two beds were in the center of the room and the door to the bathroom was on the opposite wall that they shared with Prompto and Gladio.

Noct moved into the room, falling onto the bed to stare at the ceiling. He heard a triumphant whoop from Prompto in the hallway and a scuffle as the room was opened as the two barreled inside. He snorted, sliding further onto the bed. It was comfortable and the sheets were soft and clean. The pillows beneath his head were full of feathers and the bedding was smooth and encased him in warmth.

“Gonna sleep good tonight,” he said, bringing his feet up onto the bed.

“You should remove your shoes,” Ignis chided, walking into the would-be kitchen to search the two overhead cabinets. He sighed in relief when he pulled out a container of coffee.

Noct rolled his eyes and kicked off his shoes then sat up on his elbows, watching Ignis dump more than enough grounds into the coffee maker. “Little late for coffee isn’t it?” he asked, which didn’t sound anything like him.

Ignis noticed and his eyebrows shot up. He glanced briefly toward the bed but didn’t meet Noct’s eyes. “Yes well,” he started without finishing his statement. He poured water into the pot and switched the machine on.

The quiet whir of the beginnings of the coffee filled the silence between them. It was an awkwardness that Noctis hadn’t prepared to deal with so early in the night so he threw himself off the bed, moving to the door to the balcony. He went outside, leaning against the railing. The smell of the seawater calmed him and he considered going down to the docks to fish for a while before turning in – the fish here had to be different than those back home. Ignis would probably want to go with him or at least send Gladio or Prompto which would give him the opportunity to switch rooms. He frowned, huffing at himself and pushing his fingers through his hair.

They should talk about what happened, shouldn’t they? Ignis seemed keen on avoiding it and if Noct left to fish he was bound to return to find that his roommate had changed. Come tomorrow night, Ignis would think of a good excuse to not room with Noctis which made tonight his only chance to approach the subject. These sort of talks weren’t his strong suit, they were Ignis’. Which is why he was so concerned about their lack of discussion. Ignis was choosing this awkward shift between them over talking it out and that wasn’t something he did.

Glancing back inside, Noctis saw Ignis pinching the bridge of his nose. He hadn’t moved from the coffee machine. He looked tired. Guilt sat heavy in Noct’s stomach as he measured the uncharacteristic slouch in Ignis’ posture and the way he still hadn’t rolled down his sleeves even though the air had cooled when the sun went down. He didn’t look kempt the way Ignis always looked kempt – his hair was flatter than usual, done in a way that must have taken less time to manage than his usual style.

The advisor snapped up when there was a knock on the door. Noctis turned back around to avoid getting caught staring, listening to Ignis greet the porter.

“Hey Noct!”

Noctis almost jumped out of his skin at the sound of Prompto’s voice, eliciting a laugh from his friend. “Did I scare you, buddy?” he grinned triumphantly.

“Prompto,” Noct hissed, narrowing his eyes.

The blond shrugged. “Payback.”

“I wasn’t the one that scared you on the boat,” Noct grouched.

Prompto was practically hanging off the balcony next to Noct’s. “I won, by the way,” he offered without being asked. “But Gladio still took the shower first.”

“Go take it back,” Noct answered, moving to the side of the balcony closer to the blond.

That made Prompto laugh again. “Yeah that would be something to tell, right? Busting in on a naked Gladio.” Maybe it was the warm light from the night-life in Altissia but it looked like Prompto’s cheeks went pink. “Anyway, what’re you and Ignis up to?”

Noctis shrugged, his eyes darting back towards Ignis. He had brought the bags inside, setting his on the bed by the kitchen and Noct’s next to the one by the balcony, but he had gone back to standing next to the coffee pot, though this time had a mug in his hands and his back to Noctis. “He’s making coffee.”

“A little late for coffee,” Prompto echoed Noctis’ words from earlier.

“That’s what I said.”

A wicked grin graced Prompto’s lips. “Maybe he’s going out after you pass out. New town, new people.”

He couldn’t stop his scowl this time. He shook his head, diverting his gaze back out over the water. “I doubt it. He probably just wants to work or something.”

“Work on what?”

“I don’t know. It’s Ignis. He always finds stuff to work on.”

Prompto shrugged then changed the subject. “Want to go fishing?”

“Maybe later.” He scratched his cheek and faked a yawn – the first yawn he had ever had to fake.

“Aw,” Prompto whined, laying down on the bannister. “Alright,” he dragged out the word, making pleading eyes at Noctis.

“We can go to the docks tomorrow after Maagho’s,” he offered causing Prompto to jump up and cheer. “I’m going to go take a shower before Ignis. See you in the morning?”

“Night!” he nodded, beaming.

As Noct went back in, he saw Prompto taking out his camera to stretch out over the railing again to take a shot of something in the distance. “Don’t fall off,” he called, only getting a wave of acknowledgement in return.

He closed the door deliberately behind him, making sure it would click in a way so that Ignis would know he was back inside for the night. It was harder to think with Prompto outside with him. He enjoyed the blond’s company, but tonight was not a night for it. He had to think before he talked to Ignis. He had to have a plan. If this weren’t something that he was sure Ignis was going to loathe, he figured his advisor would be proud that he was trying to plan this out. Trouble was, planning was Ignis’ job.

“I’m going to shower,” he muttered, staring at Ignis’ back. He’d stiffened the moment Noct came back inside.

Ignis turned to pour himself another cup of coffee. He nodded and replied, “Take care not to fall asleep this time.” But the joke felt forced and Noct grimaced when neither one of them smiled at each other in the good-natured way they usually did.

The words that only happened once died on his tongue and he resigned himself to the bathroom. The towels were perfectly white and fluffy – just the way he liked. The water pressure was adequate, but better than the motels they’d stayed in previously and much better than the hotel in Lestallum. Nothing could compare to Noct’s pristine shower in the Crown City, however, but he always found himself comparing.

He stripped himself of his clothes, tossing them on the floor. Stopping, he looked down at the discard garments and considered before stooping to pick them back up. He didn’t fold them, but he did place them neatly in a pile on the countertop instead. Ignis normally snuck in briefly to take his dirty clothes for a wash and replaced them with clean ones for when he got out of the shower. Normally. Nothing about today’s interactions with Ignis had been normal and he frowned at the thought. Maybe he should have gotten his own change of clothes before taking a shower this time.

Blowing out a breath, Noctis started the water to warm then grabbed a towel to hook around his waist.

When he opened the bathroom door he instantly regretted it.

Ignis was by his bed, rifling through his bag for a new set of clothes. When the door had opened, he’d looked up and was met with the sight of a nearly naked prince. Noctis felt like he had been lit on fire. It wasn’t like Ignis hadn’t seen him without a shirt on before – Ignis was one of the few that was allowed to see his back uncovered. But today wasn’t normal. Today had been awkward and weird and full of a tension that Noct didn’t know how to place. This was just the icing on the cake.

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I… forgot clean clothes.”

“Yes,” Ignis said hurriedly, his hands instinctively going to adjust his glasses and averting his gaze to focus back on the bag of clothing. “You often,” always, “do.”

“Yeah I just thought since…” he trailed off, still standing dumbly in the doorframe.

No it wasn’t time for this conversation. He would not have this conversation in a towel. And the way Ignis tensed as he spoke showed that Ignis was no more ready for this than he was, so he just shut his mouth and didn’t move.

“Here you are, highness,” Ignis pulled an outfit from the bag, folded neatly. He kept his eyes practically anywhere but Noct as he cautiously stepped over to him to hand him the clothing. “And your dirty clothes, if you please,” he requested, keeping them an arm’s length apart.

Noct turned back to the bathroom and grabbed his clothes from the day and handed them over, taking the clean ones from Ignis. He wasn’t as careful keeping their skin from touching and when their fingers brushed together he almost dropped the clothes.

“Sorry,” Noct burst again, jumping back into the bathroom and practically slammed the door behind him.

The water had been warm for some time. He could tell by the thin layer of the steam lining the mirror and the way the closed door instantly made the room warmer. He ran a hand over his face, staring at the door. “Shit,” he muttered, then relented and stepped into the shower.

That, by far, had been the weirdest thing to happen today. And now there was absolutely no way of getting out of the impending conversation. Ignis couldn’t pretend that hadn’t happened. Noctis refused to believe that Ignis didn’t want to fix this as much as he did. As much as he wanted to figure out what the kiss had meant, he would rather have Ignis back. Normal, regular, nagging Ignis. His Ignis.

His Ignis? Since when had Ignis ever been his? Since when had he ever thought about Ignis being his?

He brought a hand up to his lips, trailing over the bottom one thoughtfully. Finally the reality crashed down on him. He’d kissed Ignis. Ignis kissed him back. He and Ignis had kissed. And the weirdest part about all of this is that all he could think about was how it would feel to kiss Ignis again. He wanted to kiss Ignis again.

But the way Ignis was reacting gave him tremendous pause.

Noctis was the leader, he was in charge. Ignis was his advisor. He must have crossed a line and Ignis wasn’t sure how to redefine that line. He was loyal, almost to a fault, and unyielding in his duty. Had he taken advantage of his position and pushed Ignis into something he didn’t want? Had he ruined their friendship beyond repair? The entire incident had started out so innocently – just a desire to be there for his friend, a friend who wouldn’t ask for his help unless prompted.

He leaned against the tiled wall of the shower, letting the hot water trail over his body. He watched the droplets run down his skin, falling from his hair and running down his chest. Part of him wished he could disappear down the drain too, that way he wouldn’t have to deal with the rift between him and Ignis. He could disappear to a place where feelings didn’t matter and he just was, he just existed without sorrow or love or loss.

The thought was tempting and impossible. Noctis knew his duty and knew he would be facing Leviathan soon. With any luck, by the end of the week the war would be over. He and Luna would be together. Prompto would take pictures at their wedding, Gladio would stand awkwardly with his chest just about bursting through a shirt that would be too tight, and Ignis would be by his side as he always had been. They would smile at each other right before Luna walked the aisle to him. He would take his place on his father’s throne and try to piece the kingdom back together.

Noctis squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to think about that. Thinking about the wedding and Luna wouldn’t go anywhere that he wanted it to – not with Ignis in the next room stewing in an uncomfortable silence before Noct would have to reemerge from the bathroom, and certainly not with his doubts about what his actual feelings towards Luna were.

The drain looked more appeasing each minute.

Slowly, Noct cleaned his hair. The sea air made him feel sticky and oily and he grimaced as he scrubbed soap into his skin before turning the heat of the water up a notch. It burned a bit and reddened his skin, but it felt cleaner. He forced his muscles to relax under the warm water, pushing his palms against the wall as he stretched out the tension. He took deep breaths, trying to empty his mind for just one moment of peace.

Finally he turned the water off. He stood in the heat of the room, breathing in the warm air as he watched the steam curl in the air, floating slowly up. Noct dried himself off, sloppily running the towel over his hair then throwing it over a hook on the back of the door. He threw the change of clothes on then let his hand rest on the doorknob in hesitation. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he opened the door.

Half of him expected Ignis to have managed to switch rooms, but his advisor was standing over his own bag. He almost fled back into the bathroom, wavering in the doorway before stepping back into the room. Without a word, Noctis sat on his bed, keeping his eyes on Ignis.

“Hey,” he started, the word coming out more breathy than he wanted.

“If you’re finished, I believe I’ll wash up now,” Ignis interrupted, his eyes never leaving his bag that he rummaged through aimlessly.

Noctis rolled his eyes. Another diversion. Eventually Ignis would run out of ways to dodge the conversation. “Yeah I’m done,” he confirmed. “Ignis—”

“Out in a moment then.” The advisor practically ran to the door, shutting it quickly behind him and Noctis felt like the click of the lock would echo through the hotel room forever.

He flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe he really had crossed a line. But he hadn’t felt like he was the only participant in the kiss – he wasn’t even sure who leaned in first. It had felt mutual.

Ignis took longer in the shower than usual and Noctis knew that wasn’t a mistake. Under any other circumstances, he would’ve been concerned and possibly would’ve check on his friend. But he knew the reason for the long wait. Delaying the inevitable seemed unlike Ignis, though he hadn’t been acting like himself for most of the day. It was as if last night had opened up a side of Ignis that Noct had never been privy to before.

When the door to the bathroom finally reopened, Ignis had his towel still wrapped around his shoulders as he pat the back of his hair. He looked younger with his hair down flat, the way he wore it when he started university. The advisor was carefully not making eye contact with Noctis as he moved back to his bag, adjusted something inside, and then set it on the floor neatly next to his bed. Noct watched him walk back to the coffee pot for yet another mug.

“Do you not want to sleep tonight?” he asked before he could stop himself.

The tension in Ignis’ shoulder returned and he dropped his hand from around the towel. “I’m surprised you’re still awake, highness,” he replied instead of answering.

“Yeah well,” Noct sat up on the bed and deadpanned at the back of Ignis’ head. “I’m surprised you’re not shaking like a lunatic without how much coffee you’ve had in the past thirty minutes, but it happens.”

Ignis turned around and frowned at him from over his coffee. “I’ve been drinking coffee for many years now, a few cups won’t—”

“Ignis that’s like your sixth cup.”

“Fifth.”

“Still.”

Ignis huffed and put the mug down with more force than Noctis expected. The clack of the cup against the marble was practically a scream inside the silence as Noct glared and Ignis looked pointedly out the glass door behind the prince’s head.

“Are you just never going to talk to me again?” Noct finally asked, hoping this wasn’t a question Ignis would find some way to avoid.

“We’re speaking right now, highness.”

He should’ve seen that one coming. “You know what I mean, Specs,” he retorted, specifically using the familiar nickname to contrast the way Ignis continued to address him so formally.

It didn’t go unnoticed and he saw Ignis suppress a wince. “It’s just coffee,” he tried.

Frustrated, Noct stood. Ignis took a cautionary step back from the counter as Noctis moved to stand on the opposite side of the bar. “I’m not talking about the coffee. You’ve been avoiding and dodging me all day. Can we please talk?”

Ignis visibly faltered and the guilt punched Noct in the stomach. “What would you wish to discuss, highness?” His voice was tense and forced and he looked like he wanted to run from the room.

Noct wanted to reach into Ignis’ mouth and pull the word highness from his extensive vocabulary. He was going to make Noct spell it out because he didn’t think the prince actually would. He was mistaken. “I want to talk about what happened last night,” he pushed, speaking like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which, at this moment in time, he knew it was. Ignis was just refusing to acknowledge it.

At that, Ignis dropped his gaze, surprised. It almost felt like a victory. He grasped the mug again, downing the last of it in one swallow before turning the sink on to wash it out. “I apologize if I worried you. It was a dream, nothing more. Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am just fine,” he said, calculating and slow. It sounded planned and still skirted away from what he knew Noct meant.

Still, it was another problem that should be addressed and Noctis jumped at the chance to press Ignis gently on the subject. “You could’ve told me you had nightmares,” he offered.

“That’s unnecessary,” Ignis declined. “I am perfectly capable of—”

“It’s not about being capable,” Noct interrupted. He’d been given this speech by Ignis a hundred times. Ignis would fondly berate him for not asking for help or trying to weather the storm on his own. Noctis would argue that he didn’t need hand holding, to which Ignis would reply that it wasn’t about holding his hand: it was about being next to him and showing support for a friend in need.

Ignis didn’t need the same speech because he knew the speech by heart. That was clear in the way he looked up at Noct, a soft frown settled on his lips. “It’s different. I told you.”

“Oh right,” he bit back. “I’m your job.”

It stung. The fears he’d had previously welled up in his throat. So maybe Ignis had felt forced to be near him. Noct was his responsibility – his job. If Ignis only felt compelled to help him only through his position, were they even friends? He scowled and looked away from his advisor.

The sink was shut off and the mug was abandoned. Ignis sighed heavily and, out of the corner of his eye, Noct saw him remove his glasses to rub two fingers against his temple, the other hand moving to the counter so he could lean heavily against it. “You are the prince,” Ignis told him tiredly.

“Yeah, I know.”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

“Of course, but that doesn’t absolve you of your status.”

“It’s just you and me, Ignis. There’s no one else here.”

Another sigh as if he didn’t want to be reminded. “Everyone has nightmares.”

Noct huffed and turned back to Ignis, reaching across the bar top to pull his hand away from his face. The touch startled Ignis and his eyes snapped open as he tried to step back again, but Noct’s grip held him in place. “That wasn’t just a nightmare,” he said firmly. “It wasn’t just a ‘went to class without pants’ dream. It wasn’t a nightmare like everyone else has.” Ignis disconnected their eyes and tried to remove his hand from Noctis, but he pulled Ignis toward him instead. “Was it?”

“Noct,” Ignis warned, prompting Noct to let go of him, almost relieved to hear his name instead of a title.

They stood in the would-be kitchen, Noctis practically glaring at Ignis’ profile while the other looked at the wall stubbornly. Ignis flexed the hand that Noct had been holding then clenched it into a fist as if to get the feel of him away.

“I’m sorry I kissed you.” The words fell from his mouth in a rush before he could lose his nerve.

This time Ignis winced openly. “It’s late,” he murmured, putting his glasses back on. “We ought to sleep.”

“Ignis—”

“Noct,” Ignis cut him off, snapping their eyes back to each other. Noctis swallowed and he watched Ignis carefully. There was no anger in his voice or in his expression. He just looked exhausted and in desperate need of peace, but Noct didn’t miss the way Ignis’ eyes wandered over his face and lingered over his lips for just a second.

Somehow it made his resignation easier.

Wordlessly, they both moved to their individual beds. Noct laid on his back, glancing over at Ignis. His advisor was turned on his side, away from Noctis. He frowned at the ceiling but when the lights went out his habits turned against him and he felt sleep creeping over him. He could hear Ignis’ breathing, knowing that he was still awake.

“Good night, Ignis,” he murmured in the darkness.

There was a beat before the reply, “Sleep well, Noct.”

inspiration track  Thank you for reading!

[elunedthegreat]

@thechildrenoflores

Soft rays filtered in through the tightly sealed window, curtains tied back to reveal the world waking up just outside. Em had woken up an hour or two ago, but couldn’t be bothered to get up. Instead, he chose to run his fingers through the ends of Nessa’s hair, carefully examining the brown strands between his fingertips. It was soft, slightly knotted with restless sleep. It wasn’t often that she could get any rest worth a damn, so Em decided to leave her be as long as he could. He figured he could probably lay here with her all day. A lazy day in didn’t sound so bad, right?

He laid back, tucking his hands behind his head and looking to the ceiling. It still wasn’t easy, but moments like this made things feel a little less harsh. A little more manageable.

[annamiasworld]

Rating my fictional childhood crushes cause why not

I'm feeling very nostalgic recently and I'm gonna make it everyone elses problem by rating fictional characters I had a crush on when I was 5-10 (I think?). Have fun I guess? xD

1. Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid

The little mermaid was one of my first good night stories and I mainly loved it because it took place in/at the ocean. And there was prince Eric a handsome male who also loves the ocean. He's kind of good looking too, a free spirit and not too arrogant for a prince. Bonus points because he has a cute doggo.

Rating: 8/10

2. Julian from The Famous Five

Holy macaroni, I was obsessed with the famous five! I have all dvds and I had a very cringe fan account on Instagram... Good old times! I think I started to crush on Julian when the 2nd movie aired, he's kinda cute. If I remember correctly he was the tough one and really adventurous, but he had a soft spot for his little sister. I appreciate that.

Rating: 5/10

3. Zane from H2O

This makes me realize that I always had a thing for toxic characters. Zane turned out really sweet though, he and Ricky are one of my otps till today. The writers lowkey ruined his character at the end even though all of it was Sophies fault and not his.

Rating: 8/10

4. Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter

We've all discussed his behavior/story enough. What he did wasn't ok but Harry villainized him way too much. He was simply raised by a toxic father, however he chose the right side at the end (I'll never forgive the movies for not showing that). Also: he's kinda hawt, he's a Slytherin, I simply like him ok?

Rating: 9/10

5. Leon from The Wild Soccer Bunch (or "Kevin" according to the English version🤢)

Honestly, I think we wouldn't get along in real life. He's self centered at times, he's a leader but fails at this job often and he is quite childish (but it's a children series- what did I expect?). Oh and he adores soccer, like basically all of the characters in these series- I can't stand soccer but I still love the show (yep, makes sense). But idk we still kind of vibe? He's cool in an uncool way. He is determined and always working on himself. He has a cute relationship with his brother.

Rating: 7/10

6. Nate/Nick Jonas from Camp Rock

He's such a cutie. I love Nick Jonas so much ahh! However, the song Nate wrote for Dana is super cute, the only thing that's really creepy is how he stalked her... Bro, don't. Other than that idk what to say, he's perfect.

Rating: 9/10

7. Connor Stoll from Percy Jackson

I love his attitude, he's so funny and handsome. The fact that he's a prankster has it's pros and cons, ngl but again: the relationship he has with his brother is ♡♡! I felt really bad for him in toa when Travis went to college.. I'm still way too emotionally attached to him

Rating: 10/10

8. Loki from Thor

I love himmmm! He's a god ok? With cool powers? He doesn't pick sides but creates his own side. He's hawt. I love his style. He's funny without realizing it. Can be really cute and kind. Once again: The relationship with his brother ♡. He killed a few people though (oops)

Rating: 9/10

9. Lloyd from Lego Ninjago

He's a cutie! In the first season he's a real baby though, I kind of cringe when I see him there. And I don't like his new look. Ew ew ew. A no for me. But his growth, his story: It's perfect. He has a lot of courage, is intelligent and knows his place/worth.

Rating: 9/10

Finally:

Whoo that's it. I definitely forgot someone but 🤷🏻‍♀️. I had a lot of fun while writing this down... In case you read all of this: wow, I didn't expect that, thank you! Also: feel 'tagged' to share your ratings of fictional childhood crushes if you want to, I'd be interested to read it(tag me? xD). Have a great day!

The End

[castielslostwings]

Sorry it's taken me forever for this, but I always forget to check my tags lol. For the WIP thing, I'd love to hear about True Likes and Breakfast at Castiel's :)

oops, I “saved this for the AM” and then completely forgot about it. my bad, sorry @ltleflrt!! And thank you for asking <3 The True Lies one is loosely based on a movie (with some twists), and is from (and for, if it ever gets written, lol) a lovely friend of mine aka @DCLovesDestiel who runs the NICEST Destiel group on FB (shoutout ~Destiel OTP~!!)

Cas is a secret agent named Dmitri Krushnic, and Dean is his nurse husband, who thinks Cas is just a tax accountant. Dean thinks Cas doesn't really want him anymore, but Cas is just super busy with a case. When Dean gets accidentally involved, chaos ensues! 

Something, something... a dangerous toxin created in the research lab is meant for bio-warfare. Dean stumbles upon what it actually does when one of the creators is accidentally infected and comes to the ER for help. The creator is ready to flip and has already called the CIA. Dean’s patient gets murdered by Cas’ partner to keep him quiet and Dean walks in as it happens. Cas’ co-workers come to do “clean-up”. Their instructions are to take Dean out too, since he knows too much. They bring him somewhere to kill him and Cas walks in, since he’s the one assigned to do said clean-up (not knowing it’s Dean). Without hesitation, Cas shoots his team members instead and takes off with Dean, then they have to unravel the case together while the CIA is chasing them and the dude creating the toxin is trying to put his bio-warfare plan into motion.

I’m a little hesitant to write this one now, because the themes in it are VERY similar to @kitmistry‘s AMAZING fic, “Stumble and Fall” (https://archiveofourown.org/works/25481824), which I LOVEDDDDD. From the action to the romance, the pacing and the style is all just... *chef’s kiss*. Highly recommend if this kind of fic is something you like (or you just like good fics, lol). I just know my brain would subconsciously try to jack her skills, bahaha.

And the other one, Breakfast at Castiel’s, was for that Reddit-based prompt that was going around about the guy who keeps going to Waffle House, seemingly to pick a fight with the guy who is intentionally fucking up his eggs. My notes: Cook Castiel/Customer Dean Dean comes to the waffle house with Lisa regularly. Has some kind of emotional attachment to the WH/eggs from childhood or something. Cas overcooks his eggs by accident, then continues to do so, thinking he’s being funny, not realizing Dean is actually upset about it until Dean throws the eggs at him and calls him a douchebag. 

Also a sassy asshole who is not socially aware enough to realize he’s pissing someone off with his jokes until there’s egg on his shirt... They fight.

Dean leaves but keeps coming back, and Castiel can’t decide what Dean’s deal is, so he starts thinking up new ways to fuck with Dean’s eggs and they keep getting into fights about it.

Cas is possibly aware of his customer's growing pissed-off-ness but gives no shits. Grouchy, smitey asshole whose philosophy is, “you will eat the eggs I cook you the way I cook them, and you will thank me for the privilege.” 

Except the fights are getting… more and more intense. And maybe Cas slams Dean over a table at one point and Dean feels he’s hard? Cas runs off, Dean follows him out back. 

They have angry sex by the dumpster, still yelling at each other about eggs as they get it on.

Dean's going to be like great, now every time I smell bacon I get an erection.

omg lmao wtf am i doing? Sorry you had to read that bahaha

[hollyand-writes]

I was tagged by @lesetoilesfous and @storybookhawke!!! Thanks guys! ❤️ THIS WAS REALLY HARD AS;DJLFJAS;DLKFJ (Magic AU was hard to place because... the only franchises I read fanfic for are Dragon Age 2 and Frozen, which both have magic as canon????) 🤔

Also this was hard because – to be honest? I'll read anything and everything if it’s got an interesting premise and doesn’t have a pairing I dislike??? And isn’t a DA:I or DA:O fic LMAO  On the flip side, if a fic contains everything I love (and even my OTP) but is badly written, I’ll nope out of there. Not to mention I’ve definitely written (and enjoyed reading!) fics with tropes that fall in my “mostly never” category 😂 

Basically, as long as a fic is well-written, has an interesting premise, and has a pairing I’m at least neutral on, then the chances of me reading and enjoying it are high! Regardless of the trope. 

Anyway... gonna tag some people I haven’t seen tagged yet, so... @varghaxa, @aban-asaara, @barbex, @mhandersmyheart, @lauraemoriarty, @heartsyhawk, @1980sbusinesswoman, @natsora, @gothkimmyschmidt, @bi-urameshi, @greensphynx-thecloset and anyone else who wants to do this! ❤️

EDITED TO ADD: oops I forgot the link – you can make your own chart here: https://tiermaker.com/create/fan-fiction-tropes-302768

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Tagged by my sweet girl, @kattlupin , for this end of the decade review. 

Have you moved? I’ve moved once!

Have you graduated? I suppose so. I dropped out of high school in 2010 and got a GED instead. 

Has your marital status changed? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA hell no. I’ve spent the entire decade single...

Has your parental status changed? Nope.

Has your hair color changed? My hair has naturally gone from a beautifully light blonde to a, in my opinion, ugly dirty blonde in the past ten years.  

Has your job changed? I guess so. I used to have an Etsy shop for my handmade jewelry. It didn’t work out so well, so I closed the shop, but I’m working hard to open a better one! Other than that, nope. 

Has your pet status changed? Sadly, yes. My sweet mini Schnauzer, Belle, died in 2013. 

What new places did you visit? The only new place I visited was Seattle. 

What is an accomplishment you’re proud of? I’ve made a lot of progress in my battle with depression and my overall mental health. 

Oops I forgot one. Has your otp changed? Y’all I didn't even know that an otp was until three years ago. But I will say I became Wolfstar trash in less then 48 hours. I feel like that should count for something. 

Alright, I’ll tag my sweet Stardust @emerraldstar and @celestial-incarnate

[stonedgilbert]

001 | A fandom and I will tell you my: The Vampire Diaries

Favorite character: jeremy obvi lmao Least Favorite character: god #1 spot definitely goes to canon elena and uhh idk canon bonnie lowkey gets on my verse, not a big fan of vicki either 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): jenna x alaric is the only canon ship i actually enjoy 100%, but i don’t mind tyler x caroline, and jeremy x kol is my favorite non-canon. since a lot of my jeremy’s characterization is from it, jeremy x kai belongs on here too, ngl i didn’t hate alaric x caroline for the brief period of their relationship Character I find most attractive: ngl i’ve always thought damon was super hot oops ALSO MASON LOCKWOOD????? Character I would marry: mason lockwood mostly bc i don’t think i’d marry anyone else personally Character I would be best friends with: ngl probably rebekah, also jeremy A Random Thought: i will always be mad about the fact that the writers only ever used jeremy as a plot device before forgetting about him, and then the fandom forgot about him too, it’s like he gets Nothing damn  An unpopular opinion: my Ideal ending was the season 3 finale, about 10 seconds before the episode ends, before elena wakes up as a vampire. but i don’t really make a secret how much i dislike elena on this blog so no one should be surprised My Canon OTP: jenna x alaric since they’re the only canon ship i actually like My Non-canon OTP: jeremy x kai obviously but also jeremy x kol Most Badass Character: uhhhhhh maybe i’m biased but caroline forbes went through So much and no enough people give her credit for coming out the other side and Surviving Most Epic Villain: probably kai? but i don’t really know Pairing I am not a fan of: as someone who writes kai on my canon multi, i straight up refuse to write bonnie x kai bc it’s Gross Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): literally ALL OF THEM Favourite Friendship: i love stefan and caroline when they were friends okay bye Character I most identify with: jeremy, that’s why i started writing him tbh Character I wish I could be: idk honestly uh maybe caroline? but i don’t know

tagged by : @salvatorn

tagging : WHOEVER WANTS TO

[ladybugsimblr]

Couple Interview Tag by @shysimblr

thanks for the tag @foureyedandtall. i had to choose your faves bailey and deangelo.

Rules answer the questions from your OC otp’s point of view and tag as many people as you want. You can do as many couples as you want it could be an otp you intend to get together but hasn’t got together yet or whatever haha… I’m just nosy and wanna know about your oc’s so tag me if you want!. You can be as creative as you want make a story out of it whatever do it however you want just answer the questions simply its up to you!

i tag @simplymelaninated @cassgoths @pinkchocolatesims @santanasimsx @simazinblr @soulfulsimblr @igglemouse @hazelminesims @foursims @phoenixfg

Bailey: Hey guys, finally got D-Lo to sit down with me and do this Couple Tag. Say hi! 

Deangelo: Yerrrr. It’s your boy DJ D-Lo. How y’all doing? 

Bailey: I can’t with you. Let’s get into this. First question is how did we meet? 

Deangelo: Ok easy. We met at our dorm orientation freshmen year. B was giving me the eye from day one. Bailey: (rolls eyes) So we starting off reckless...got it. next question who is the most jealous? 

Deangelo: (laughs) B all day. Bailey: False. Definitely D-Lo. Deangelo: Really? How many girls have you cursed out since we been together? Bailey: Moving right along...what are your three favorite physical things about your partner? 

Deangelo: Eyes, lips, dimples, ass, ti- Bailey: I said 3! Anyway I love his eyes too and those abs, tattoos, his locs, his smile...oh oops. ok. next! (D cracking up) Who’s more likely to be running late? 

Deangelo: We are both always late as hell. Bailey: Ha! no argument there. Who is the most organized and who is the messiest? 

Deangelo: Hmmmmm ok neither of us is organized at all. But I’m messier. Bailey: Agreed. My dad is a neat freak. I can NOT be messy. This one is hilarious. Who is the bigger flirt? 

D&B: (laughing and looking at each other) Deangelo: This one goes to B. Hands down. Bailey: We have this argument daily. He is lying. (Smirking) He is obviously the biggest flirt. Ok who does the most cooking? 

Deangelo: That’s Bae for sure. She stay trying to make me fat with those delicious brownies. Bailey: (pats herself on the back) Facts! We don’t have a stove or oven in my dorm so I’m always here cooking or baking for the boy and his roommates. Next question is how do you feel about kids and do you want them? If so how many? 

Deangelo: Kids are cool. Not sure i want any. Definitely NOT anytime soon. Bailey: I was going to say the same thing. My brother is still a baby and he’s cute but he’s a lot. I don’t know if that’s for me. Ok who wears the pants in the relationship? 

Deangelo: (secretly points to himself) Bailey! Bailey: Smart man...What’s your partner’s least favorite house task? 

Deangelo: i don’t know...I think laundry because she waits until she has no panties left and also never folds her clean clothes. Bailey: (rolls eyes) yes! I haaaaate laundry. D-Lo doesn’t like any domestic task. He’s the worst. The first thing he’s going to do when he makes it big is get a maid. Deangelo: True! Bailey: What was the first thing you noticed about each other? 

Deangelo: her smile. When she’s really happy and not trying to be simstagram sexy she smiles really big with her cute gap and dimples. Bailey: Awwwww that’s sweet but don’t let my smile fool you. I will cut a bitch.  Deangelo: We know babe. Always trying to be hard. Bailey: Anyway, the first thing I noticed about D was his eyes. He has that bad boy twinkle that no one can say no to. Deangelo: Twinkle twinkle!  Bailey: (rolls eyes as usual) What does your partner do that pisses you off? 

Bailey: Oh I’m going first. He can’t just say hi to another woman. It’s always a hi with those damn twinkling eyes and million dollar smile and a compliment or some shit. Then they get all giggly and I have to slap him upside the head and cut a bitch. Deangelo: Tell us how you really feel Bae (laughing). Bailey is perfect. Nothing pisses me off. Except when she speaks to her ex. Sir-lurk-a-lot. Hate that dude. 

Bailey: Not my ex. And what was that you said earlier about not being jealous??? Let’s move on before i get really pissed. Where’s the craziest/weirdest place you’ve ever had sex? 

Deangelo: Ok much better question. Ummmmm i would say the photo booth in Target. Bailey: Oh yeahhh...I forgot about that (smiling,fake blushing) We’re almost done. I think we may need a Target run after this. Do you know your partner’s love language, if yes what is it? 

Deangelo: What is a love language?? Like the language you speak when you make love? Because I can get B to speak in any language. Bailey: Ew first of all we don’t make love. That is so...mushy or old lady or something. Second you don’t have to tell all my business. I heard my mom and aunt talking about that and I don’t feel like looking it up. Let’s skip. Where do you see the 2 of you in 10 years? 

Deangelo: Easy. Making big moves in the music industry and making millions like Jay Z and Beyoncé. 

Bailey: I like that! “The ‘18 bonnie and Clyde” Lo and B!

[madammuffins]

Get to know the writer tag!

Okay, well I’mma make this a “get to know the Blogger” tag cuz honestly I just am trying to interact more.

Tagged by @vhum

Again, sorry this took so long. Weekends and my phone just don’t really... mesh well. Ahem.

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better!

Top three ships:

1. Kirishima and Bakugo - I don’t even know why. I don’t know what about these two I am so obsessed with, but I am. They just call to me.

2. Belle and Adam -They are my Disney OTP, always and forever. Wait a minute... I’m sensing a theme here...

3. I forgot the actual couple here... oops... haha, I’d have to say Rapunzel and Eugene... between the sweet, independent, somewhat insecure and the brooding, self-inflicted isolated asshole...

Last Song:

Lighten Up by the Parcels

I try to listen to different playlists to add variety to my usual tastes.

Last Movie:

I think it was Black Panther (so fucking swoon worthy), but I’m currently watching a Korean Drama that’s really absolutely adorable called Something in The Rain. Oh my God. I love it so much. Maybe cuz I’m older and going on 4 years single now? Idk.

Last book and currently reading:

I haven’t read a real book in a long time and I just cancelled my amazon subscription so... I can’t say. I guess I’m on literary hiatus right now.

Favorite Fan fiction:

Oh fuck. Don’t make me pick just ONE! There are so many, and I just wanna put so many of my mutuals on blast for a minute. Like @kingdomheartstrash and their brilliantly witty and comedic and butterfly flitty romance, Grumpy Cat.

Or The Song Remains the Same by the brilliant @moraleewright. Guys, the way the words are strung together is pure heaven. Honestly the verbiage is just orgasmic and the tension and action and smut is *grrrowl*.

Then there’s The Corpse Groom by @cosmic-spvcervnger which is such a fun twist on a classic macabre tale, and honestly the artwork going with it is to die for.

Or how about stuff from @jacobseedtrash, like, pure smutty filthy awesome but also damn the words are brilliant and the descriptions are almost tactile.

Like, seriously I read way more fanfiction than I do published works these days. Who cares.

Fuckin’ let’s GOOOOOOOOOOOO @anakitoart @radiojamming @cececatina @theliteraryarchitect @countingonmyluck @moraleewright @writerproject @crazylilanimefan1103 @nephilimintraining

[brendaonao3]

Author: Brenda Fandom: The Eagle | The Eagle of the Ninth (2011) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marcus Flavius Aquila/Esca Mac Cunoval Word Count: 3738 Additional Tags: Reunion Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Banter, Post-Canon, Bottom Marcus Flavius Aquila, Happy Farmers In Love, Established Relationship Summary: Esca returns back to the farm after two months away. Marcus is there to greet him with open arms.

In all of the Christmas/New Year’s/My Birthday hustle, I totally forgot to post this here.  Oops!!

This was my contribution for the 2018 Yuletide - I finally got a chance to write for one of my favorite fandoms and one of my favorite OTPs. :DD

[monstersinthecosmos]

HEY VC ARTISTS I MADE AN INKTOBER LIST 

If you take a shot at any, tag it as #InktoberVC so I can see it! Feel free to swap any out if you need to! If you’re stuck on any I will personally suggest an alternative, just message me! :D

THANKS @superhiki FOR THE SWEET DRAWING I USED IN THE GRAPHIC! 

An alternate book cover!

Louis in a cozy fall sweater!

Vampires wearing makeup!

Blood Tears!

A VC location!

The Birb Aliens!

Lestat’s most ridiculous sunglasses!

MOJO THE DOG!

David facepalming!

Cold colors!

Pumpkin picking!

Your OTP on a date!

Your fav with their fav celebrity!

Vampire baby pics!

Vampires as your favorite myth!

A scene that makes you cry!

The Shrine!

A RAREPAIR!

Yoga pants w/ boots!

Cyberpunk!

Warm colors!

A fanfic scene!

Sleeping arrangements!

A scene that makes you laugh!

Vampires as Disney Princesses!

Marius painting something!

Black & white!

Vampires at the amusement park!

CovenMaster!Armand!

An AU!

Your fav in their Halloween costume!

LOL ANYWAY I FORGOT TO PUT #19 ON THE ORIGINAL GRAPHIC DON’T TELL ANYONE OOPS reuploaded but who knows if weird reblogs are floating around. MY BAD. 

[runekept]

@skystones tagged me and I forgot until just now oops. 5 OTPs and 10 facts about me, go!

(I tag @puddingcatbae @pridelied @verloquium and anyone else who wants to do it tbh) (also Feeny idr if you did this but I'm tagging u anyway)

OTPs:

Promptis

Iwaoi

Kuroken

Viktuuri (it's spelled with a K ok fight me)

Otayuri

Facts:

I'm a novelist! I write mostly sci-fi and fantasy with a smattering of some other stuff mixed in. if you ask me about my writing I am guaranteed to love you for the rest of my life.

I'm a pretty avid cosplayer, and I sew almost all my stuff myself. most of my photos are on my instagram (which I'm happy to give out if people DM me for it)

I have 3 cats named Dante Alighieri, Ragnar, and Caliban! Dante is my sweet little goblin boy who lives with me while I'm at university, and he's the absolute light of my life 10/10 best cat

I love photography, especially nature/wildlife photography. there's something very zen about my subjects being entirely out of my control.

I'm a singer, dancer, and actor! I grew up in the theatre and spent most of my childhood in productions, so I picked up a lot of fancy theatre skills.

I'm only 5'1"/156cm irl. people tell me I seem taller online and I do not understand it.

I can read Greek and Latin pretty well! my mother has like...70 PhDs in classics, so I had a very Renaissance education when I was a kid. I lost a lot of it but I retained just enough to be snobby.

my favorite drinks are iced lattes and Earl Grey tea.

I used to be a talented fencer until my joints started acting up. I liked sabre best but I was better at épée.

people who know me irl always say I come across as cold, severe, and unapproachable and it makes me SAD

[meganmazing]

Fics I Read While On Vacation 2.0!

Last month I went on a trip to Italy, and you know what that means... I downloaded a ton of long fics to keep me sane on the long plane/train journeys, and now I’m sharing a few of my faves with you guys! Pro tip for travelers: DO THIS! When you do’t have reliable wifi, and don’t want to pay for the in-flight wifi, downloading a PDF (or ten) from AO3 is the way to go. Their easy system is one of my favorite features of the site, and has multiple downloading formats other than PDF, too. Plus, they include links back to the work in the PDF so you can go back and comment when you do have wifi! Which you should always do, because authors are a gift, and giving kudos and love in the form of comments in return is a wonderful thing.

This time it’s mainly stevetony, with a few phlint, a cherik series, and one reaper76 (r76) for good measure. And guys. The stony and phlint especially...oh my god. Even when Phil and Clint aren’t the mains, I’m screaming about them. For whatever reason, the Marvel stuff I read his time blew me away, to the point where I’m still thinking about some of the stories, despite it being nearly a month since I got back to the states. One fic genuinely changed me, and I never thought I’d say that without a hint of sarcasm, but here we are. 

Like always, click the bolded titles for the link, and please read the tags on each fic. Even though I tend to steer clear of the truly brutal stuff when I’m on vacation, what squicks you out may not register for me, etc. Remember to throw some love to the works you enjoy, and come scream about them with me anytime <3

Stevetony

Steve Rogers Is A Child by LagLemon  Words: 290k+  Rating: M

Tony gets into fights with Steve all the time and it's driving him insane. Sure, he's not the nicest guy in the world, but all he did was steal a little of the guy's sesame seed bagel - he didn't deserve to get yelled at for something stupid like that.

After drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate and complaining to Pepper about what happened, Tony gets a phone call from Natasha telling him to hurry back home. Something's happened - Steve has been attacked and he's not quite the same man he once was - he's been turned into a child.

With Steve out of commission, the team struggles with what to do and Tony finds himself filling roles he had never expected: babysitter and friend.

THIS is the fic I mentioned in a textpost pretty much immediately after I finished reading. I couldn’t wait for this rec list. My dear friends, this fic gave me a crisis of faith. That’s a tad dramatic, you say? This fic had me rooting for Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark. Winteriron. Yeah. Bucky has an unrequited crush on Tony, and he killed me with it.

Don’t get me wrong, the stevetony here is endgame, and it’s beautiful, but wow. Like. I’m not one to multipship people often - especially not with my top otps - and stony is an og pair of mine. Something about this Tony and this Bucky just...fit? I mean...I think I get it, now. I can see it. You guys win.

I’m still recing this as stevetony, but I had to mention it becasue I’m still in shock weeks after finishing this, and it’s stuck with me. Tony is a character near and dear to my heart, and the story is told from his POV in a way that felt a bit different from the norm to me, and I dig it. Don’t be put off by the child!Steve thing, it’s not forever and it is handled really well in the story. No child sexual/romantic/abuse situations occur. Personally, I would not rec that kind of story.

Falling Into You by sabrecmc     Words: 53k+   Rating: M

Tony and Steve end up as fuck buddies after the events of The Winter Soldier until Steve calls it off. When Loki's spell wipes all of Steve's memories since the last time Loki was in town, Tony decides it will be so much easier to just not tell Steve they had something of a relationship. Spoiler: It isn't.

Or, how Steve fell in love with Tony and forgot about it, and how Tony fell in love with Steve and realized it.

Sometimes, you read a fic that is infuriating, heartbreaking, and sweet all at once, in almost every paragraph (at least for the first three quarters of the story). Tony is at his oblivious, slightly self-destructive best here, and you just want to shake the man, sometimes. Not to worry, I also wanted to shake Steve. It’s equal opportunity obliviousness in this one. The story is told with flashbacks to Tony’s memories of their “fuck buddy” relationship as he remembers them while the present mind-wiped-Steve situation is happening. It was done in a way that felt familiar without feeling redundant, the way this trope sometimes does for me. The ending is so worth it, and melted my heart. 

A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc     Words: 292k+  Rating: M

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

Basically one of those bodice-ripping romance novels I don't read (ahem) but with far more gay.

Speaking of melting my heart, this fic obliterated it. When I say Slow Burn, I mean it. Oh my sweet lord, do I ever. But you NEED this one if Stevetony is your thing, trust me. It’s AU in the best ways, and uses so much from the first Iron Man movie, as well as the Captain America movies and general MCU. Steve and Tony are painfully true to their characters at times, which brings both the good pain and the bad pain, the way you know you love. Fluff and plenty of angst, along with gorgeous tension and resolutions, and can I just have more of this world? Please? Forever? What is the team up to now? How is everyone? We got two novels worth of story, and I still want more of this universe!

The phlint really is blink-and-you-miss-it, but I am a sucker for the little nods and they made me happy. Also, there are the beginnings of Bucky and Tony being good friends, and I am so here for that friendship right now. 

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)  Words: 257k+       Rating: E  

There were days when the realization that he was someone’s father made Steve's head hurt, but mostly he was grateful that he could trust his instincts, because apparently Peter was what had been missing from his life. Yes, he still had lingering, unresolved issues from his time in the Army, and sure, he had what Bucky annoyingly referred to as a criminally untapped ass, and no life outside of work and Peter, but Steve was okay with how his life had turned out because of trusting his instincts.

Unfortunately, those same instincts had straight up betrayed him by going absolutely haywire upon being exposed to Tony Stark.

Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. For his 40th birthday, Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but falling in love is something else entirely. Steve struggles with the idea of actually letting someone into his life. Tony is left trying to keep his heart from being broken while Steve figures things out.

I have been holding off on this story for a long time. Something about Steve being the adoptive dad to Peter had me skeptical, and the heavy mental health aspects were not something I was eager to deal with when I first saw it.  

That being said, I am so glad I read this. Getting real for a sec, I signed up for a mental health counselling consultation after finishing this. I connected so thoroughly with Steve and his experiences, and of course with Tony, too. But Steve’s journey through this story is honestly on a completely different level of fiction for me. Its heartbreakingly real, and downright visceral at times in the descriptions of how Steve feels, as well as how Tony feels, being in love with a person struggling with mental illness. 

I cannot recommend it enough. 

Aside from that, the love story between Steve and Tony blew me away, and I fell so in love with their love, it killed me. The ending is beautiful, and Peter is such a wonderful part of it. The family dynamics surprised me with how much I loved them too, with all of Steve and Bucky’s dads, and Clint and Nat being a part of their squad in the military, it fit perfectly in the story. Also: Let Tony Be A Good Father Figure 2k18 is my new crusade.

(I even grew to like Clint/Bucky in this. Phil is kind of in the world? Not a part of the main crew, but he cameos, and that was nice. Maybe that’s how I rationalized it in the beginning: Clint doesn’t know Phil, it’s fine! I like Clint and Bucky individually so much that it worked for me.)

Holding Out For A Hero by Wordsplat  Words: 100k+  Rating: T (yeah, I know, cue the comical surprise that one of these is rated Teen and Up) 

When Tony was a prince and Steve was his manservant, they were young and reckless and hopelessly in love. But an attack on Tony's life convinces Steve that he can't protect Tony, so he leaves in the dead of night to train until he can. Ten years later, Steve returns to the kingdom a strong and able knight, but his king is both furious and broken-hearted. 

One of my favorite things is when I get to be unreservedly on Tony’s side when he fights with Steve. Steve’s reasoning is understandable for his character, sure, but BOY. Plus, Tony has the Avengers backing him up too, and I live for the team supporting Tony. In the MCU right now, the team is basically all for Cap, but the lack of multiple, meaningful, interpersonal connections from the team to Tony in those movies is a rant for another day. 

Again, this is another story where the supporting cast has my heart. I also adored the knights being made up of the Avengers, and Bruce’s role, which kicked ass and made me happy. But, this story focuses primarily on Steve/Tony, and their relationship just kills me with how sweet/painful it is in turns. The fluff to angst ratio is spot on.

AND: Tony is a good dad! (LTBAGFF 2k18) 

I love their love.

Go Ugly Early by just_another_tinker  Words: 161k+ (still updating)  Rating: E

He’s The Captain?

This was not good. This was so not good.

There were theories of course, of what The Captain would look like. Most followed the typical Hollywoodesque belief that he was some version of the Godfather, sitting in a dark room with a cigar, commanding his forces with a flick of his wrist. There were even some that even thought that The Captain was not one person, but a whole network of people with eyes and ears everywhere.

The blonde Adonis in front of him was definitely not what Tony was expecting.

Of course, in the end it didn’t matter.

There was a reason no one knew what The Captain looked like.

Because anyone who saw his face never lived to tell the tale.

This is not a finished story, and I am perpetually on the edge of my seat waiting for the next update. I’ve rec’ed cherik Mob/Mafia AUs before, but I’ve never read one with steve/tony and the avengers. I’ll admit, Steve as a mob boss? I was skeptical about how well I’d vibe with it. 

Now? Holy shit, friends, I’m living for it. The aspects of Steve’s character that the author explores are everything I didn’t know I needed. Likewise with Tony, but I’m emphasizing Steve becasue it’s so unlike the usual representation Steve gets in fandom.

Apparently the running theme of this rec list is stories where the team is amazing and important to the story, becasue it’s true here, too. They’re Steve’s crew, becasue naturally. I adore the dynamics between everyone, especially when Tony starts to interact with them on the regular. 

But guys. The phlint in this hit me in the feels so hard, I didn’t see it coming until I was ready to tear up. The writing is so good, I forgot a key aspect of Phil’s arc in the MCU for a split second and I was distraught. Clint has POV chapters (Phil also had one very recently, but I think Clint has more content overall), and so you get into their relationship and all the emotions Clint’s going through, and  and I won’t say more becasue you need to read this one, even if you’re just in it for the phlint.

I know I’m a massive sucker for Clint, and love him wherever he shows up, but this time I’m genuinely impressed. The tags have it as minor/background, but it punched me in the chest like it was the main pair.

Of course, the steve/tony is amazing and addictive, but I had to scream about Clint and Phil for a sec.

Phlint

 First Impressions by raiining   Words: 76k+  Rating: M

Mr. Clint Barton does not like Mr. Phil Coulson. The feeling is not as mutual as he had thought.

A Pride & Prejudice AU.

So, I will be the first to admit that I have a serious affinity for Austen retellings in fanfic. The only downside with is that I tend to be overly picky about them, to the point where I check out fast if something bugs me, even if literately no one else would be bothered, much less notice it in the first place. 

This AU fed my Austen-loving soul and gave me every Phlint thing I’ve ever wanted in an AU like this. Clint’s perspective here is spot-on, and his relationships with Nat and Tony were awesome to read. Not to mention that the author filled character roles perfectly? People were chosen that I wouldn’t have expected but as I was reading I was so on board at every turn, like, yes, of course, this is exactly it! They also twisted the classic P&P story and made it their own, making it fit and make sense for the characters above all, which I absolutely loved. Bookmarked for life. Probably will end up rec’ing this forever.

Phil just breaks my heart, and so does Clint, and I have way too much love for this fic, go read it right now!

And Eternity in an Hour by Selenay   Words: 60k+   Rating: E

He comes from a secret place, far below the city streets, hiding his face from strangers, safe from hate and harm. He brought me there to save my life...and now, wherever I go, he is with me, in spirit. For we have a bond stronger than friendship or love. And although we cannot be together, we will never, ever be apart.

When Phil Coulson is attacked and left for dead, he is rescued and cared for by an unusual man who looks like a beast. As Phil heals, he learns that Clint is part of a community hidden below the city, where people who don't fit into the world above can live in safety. In time, Phil has to return home, but he vows to change his life and find a happier, better future.

Phil and Clint believe their time together is over, but they are destined to meet again when their worlds begin to collide.

A Beauty and the Beast (TV, 1987) fusion fic.

I’ll be honest, this show was before my time, and while my mom loved it and I know the basics of the story through her, I’ve never actually seen it. That being said...hell yes. I was hesitant, because Clint is right next to Tony for Marvel characters that I hold really close to the chest, and making him a “monster” had me cautious in the beginning. Fuzz, claws, really? Yes. If you’re thinking like me, go for it anyway! This story won me over so quickly, I don’t think I even knew it was happening - suddenly I was hooked.   

It’s alternating POV, with a bit more of Phil, I think, since he’s the character we relate to more, being the outsider character to Down Below. Phil isn’t a secret agent in this, but he’s still a competent badass in that way Phil always is, and he was my favorite from the get-go! Their love story is so sweet, you’ll melt by the end. Also, there are explicit sexy times, and they are great. Plus, body image is dealt with wonderfully without feeling like a PSA.

It’s also not told in first person! I thought it was from that part of the summary, but it isn’t, and I was v happy about that.

The Clockwork Murders by Selenay  Words: 76k+  Rating: M

Phil Coulson has two lives: by day he's a quiet, respectable Edwardian gentleman and his biggest risk is on a hand of cards at his club; at night he's a masked vigilante, fighting to make London safer. Keeping those lives separate is difficult enough when his closest friend is the head of a special task force within the Metropolitan police. It becomes even more difficult when his latest case gets dangerously close to home, bodies start washing up on the banks of the Thames, and Detective Inspector Fury's team is tasked with capturing the vigilante.

Clint Barton, Coulson's new valet, is down on his luck and inexperienced at valeting but his skills from his former life may be exactly what Coulson needs. They just need to negotiate their way through Coulson's secret life and their growing attraction to each other. And save London from a terrifying new threat along the way.

Alright, this fic might just be my absolute favorite out of the whole bunch. Not to say the others are lesser in any way, but I LOVE this one! Edwardian Steampunk has never been my thing, but I guess I can’t say that anymore?!  

One of the best Phil POV’s I can remember, along with a romance that just consumed me. Phil is kinda like an Edwardian Batman with less gadgets and slightly lower social standing? I was so on board. Let Phil Be Batman. I’m starting that campaign right now. Clint is also a bit like Robin, if Robin was also Hawkeye. The slow build of their relationship is delicious, and so, so rewarding when it finally comes to a head (lol). When they finally got together, I actually fist pumped (just a very small, non-distracting one, because I was on a train at the time and didn’t want to look like a complete loon, but that’s how much I loved this story). Phil and Clint are vigilante detectives and Clint gets to be smart! What a novel concept! 

I’m also a massive sucker for AU’s where the Avengers find each other and form a team all on their own. The scenario here is AMAZING and everything I never knew I wanted in an AU team-up. When Nat first showed up, I almost squealed out loud. No shame. Steve and Bucky are off being cops with Fury, off-page, so they’re the only ones missing from the story, but Darcy is here!! Plus, she and Nat have a side thing towards the end, and I am HERE FOR IT. This fic just has me so excited, weeks after I finished it. I’m invested and it hurts. 

You know when I care about the plot of a phlint story, that the plot is genuinely compelling, because usually the phlint is all I care about. And the relationship is the foundation from the start, and always the underlying focus, so no worries for the people in it for the tension/sexytimes.

Cherik

An Ideal Grace by afrocurl and nekosmuse    Words: 86k+   Rating: M

Cherik is one of the few pairings where the No Powers AU’s are some of my favorites. This is one of those times! Both boys have some mental health issues, especially where Erik as concerned, but it handled fairly well. Erik’s mental health specifically is a major arching plot piece, and his therapy sessions are important to his daily life and aren’t just mentioned off-page.

It’s important to say that there is no underage or professor/student relationship between Charles and Erik. There is past professor/student trauma in Erik’s life, but that is always a clearly negative and traumatic aspect of his life, and something he is working towards healing from in the story.  

The only thing that had me a little iffy was the co-dependency between him and Raven, who is his adoptive sister in this, but it is called out, and they are moving forward in this story as well as the sequel. Having those two be siblings instead of her and Charles is a bit different, but I think it worked for the story, even if I still love Raven and Charles as siblings.

The sequel: Love’s Own Crown, I actually think I enjoyed more, since it was less about the identity mix-up and more about their relationship/therapy

Reaper76

The Other One Where Jack is the Gay Roommate by pfaerie  Words: 16k+ Rating: E

Straight guy worries he's being homophobic to gay roommate, realizes he's fallen in love with him. Turns out Gabriel Reyes is fine with Jack Morrison kissing guys if it's him Jack is kissing.

This is kind of a remix of the author’s previous fic of the same name (minus “Other” in the title), but with sexytimes and additional editing. This is the roommate trope at it’s finest. It’s Gabe’s perspective, and in a non-powered/modern day AU, which works 100% to the story’s advantage. Gabe cracks me up, and I liked Widow in this too. All the kudos for the humor and smut! I really love this author’s writing style, especially with the way they write r76′s dynamic.

It’s one of those fics I’d give to a friend who wanted to read r76, but hadn’t before. The angst is mostly “I’m not gay, bro! ...oh wait” kind, plus Gabe just being a pill, not any of the massively heavy and dark content you tend to see with this pair.