#gah still love this idea and prompt

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I'm craving Honkai waifus, so...Silver Wolf, Stelle and Firefly snuggling or just doing soft things with their S/O after a busy day!

(H:SR) Silver Wolf, Stelle, March 7th, and Firefly relaxing with their S/O

Silver Wolf simply lays in her bed after a mission, not really in the mood to sit on the computer or anything else.

And unsurprisingly, pulls out her phone, dragging S/O with her to either use as a makeshift pillow, or lean against them.

Silver Wolf kicked off her shoes near her bed as S/O leaned against the bed, an arm wrapping around her while she scooted in closer.

Once situated, Silver Wolf exhales in relief seeing that she was in time to log in for her dailies.

(S/O) "...You sounded more concerned about getting that login streak than you were about the mission."

She scoffed, eagerly tapping the screen's prompts.

(Silver Wolf) "Getting the materials needed for this is a pain in the butt. I'll take whatever I can get for free, this game is grindy enough as it is."

S/O rolled their eyes but nevertheless smiled.

(S/O) "Things go well then?"

Silver Wolf shrugged, eyes shifting over to her S/O as her game was loading.

(Silver Wolf) "Yeah, pretty boring though. It was basically a 1-Star mission, at best."

S/O chuckled as she got more comfortable, quickly hearing the familiar tune of her game's menu.

(Silver Wolf) "Gonna do some singleplayer stuff for tonight."

S/O just nodded, understanding Silver Wolf's need to decompress and the two enjoyed a blissful silence. Apart from the...odd noises from her game.

(S/O) "...Silver Wolf is your character moaning?-"

(Silver Wolf) "Climbing a mountain."

(S/O) "And you gotta have that at full volume?"

(Silver Wolf) "Yup."

Stelle yawned loudly as she flopped onto her bed after finishing the rest of her room's renovations.

It was a long and arduous journey, but now she had a proper part of the Astral Express fully to call her own!

She had finished an impromptu celebration with the rest of the crew, understandably giving her some time alone to relax.

Though, she wasn't entirely alone. A fact made known when her S/O laid on the bed, one hand ruffling her hair.

(S/O) "I still can't believe you slept on a cardboard bed the entire time..."

Stelle didn't move her face, her voice sounding muffled on the mattress.

(Stelle) "WhydoyouthinkIalwayssleptwithyou?"

(S/O) "Is there anywhere you wouldn't sleep?"

Stelle raised her head and moved to say something, but nothing came out as a second of complete silence passed.

(S/O) "...Know what, don't answer that. Just c'mere already!"

Stelle gave S/O a cheeky grin and complied, laying her head on their chest and yawning loudly.

(Stelle) "Now I don't wanna leave this room for the next few days..."

(S/O) "Honestly? With the way this room's set up, we can probably spend the weekend here. Or even longer."

(Stelle) "Hm.~"

One of her arms snaked its way around S/O's waist, her expression becoming softer, yet somehow more mischievous at the same time.

(Stelle) "Well, you're spending the night here, right? I have an idea for something fun to do before we head to bed."

She suddenly sat upright, a gleam in her eyes scaring S/O, but not nearly as much as her next words did.

(Stelle) "Take your clothes off."

(S/O) "WHAT?!-"

...

(S/O) "...Is that bath boiling? And are those peppers?! What kind of bath soak is this?!"

(Stelle) "I wanted to see you use it first."

(S/O) "Oh, so you want me to burn alive?!"

(Shush's Voice) "No worries, Significant Other of the Nameless! It'll just give you a whole new pepper-spective on baths!"

(S/O) "GAH! W-WHY IS SHUSH JUST STANDING OUTSIDE?!"

(Stelle) "Oh for the love of- GET THE [BANAB] OUT OF HERE!"

(S/O) "...How did you make that noise?"

March 7th's arms stretch over her head, making a cute grunt as she fell onto her bed, exhaling in satisfaction.

(March 7th) "Man, what a day!"

(S/O) "March, we were only outside for a few hours."

(March 7th) "Yeah, but we tasted a LOT of food on the planet today! I could just go into a food coma right now..."

S/O just hummed at that, setting aside some leftover sweets on her table.

Following after her, S/O sat at March's side, one hand sliding over to hers.

Without even looking, she playfully squeezed their hand back and closed her eyes, making S/O smile.

(March 7th) "GUARD IS DOWN!-"

March 7th immediately pounced on S/O, suddenly dragging them down to the bed with her as they yelped in surprise before it quickly turned into laughter.

(S/O) "Hey, that's not fair!"

(March 7th) "Not my fault you weren't expecting it! You think I'd just let you sit down peacefully?"

Well, they couldn't exactly argue with that.

And catching them off guard again, she gave them a quick peck on the lips, both their cheeks flushing red, yet neither of them were bothered by the playful intimacy.

Quickly, the mood simmered into something a little more romantic, with the pecks turning into longer smooches, both of them still smiling the entire time as they cuddled onto the bed further.

Firefly finished changing into something a little more casual, that being a simple shirt with some shorts, pulling S/O's hoodie over her head to finish it off.

S/O meanwhile was already yawning, lying on the bed and smiling upon seeing their girlfriend.

(S/O) "You look super cute in that, Firefly."

Even after being in a relationship, little comments like that was enough to fluster her, Firefly instinctually pulling the bottom of the hoodie further down.

(Firefly) "Thank you..."

With a soft giggle, Firefly hopped onto bed with S/O. Despite the mission she had gotten back from, she wasn't particularly tired, due to her genetic enhancement.

Firefly let S/O hold her, comfortably just chatting about whatever came to mind.

It was moments like these Firefly treasured the most with how uncommon it was.

...Even if the conversation did lead to some odd places.

(S/O) "Hm...I'm hungry right now."

(Firefly) "I can make us something real quick if you want?"

(S/O) "Nah, I don't want you to cook...Oh, I can order pizza!...Hm."

(Firefly) "Having second thoughts?"

(S/O) "Do...you think you guys could get pizza for free if you answered the driver in your armor? They'd be pretty scared right?"

Firefly immediately turned her head, pouting as her hand immediately but lightly "chopped" S/O's head.

(Firefly) "S/O! Absolutely not, I will not abuse my powers like that!"

(S/O) "Hah! Sorry, sorry! It was a joke! Though, I do wonder has anyone tried getting delivery?"

(Firefly) "No, but we usually do takeout."

(S/O) "Takeout? How's that work, wouldn't you guys get recognized really easily?"

(Firefly) "Hm, not really. I'm the one to grab it since most people don't know that I'm Sam, though if we need the food to be hot, I sometimes equip my armor and fly home."

(S/O) "...Firefly, you could make a killing doing food delivery if you weren't a Stellaron Hunter!"

(Firefly) "Oh geez, now you're starting to sound like Caelus..."

[lady-lostmind]

BIG MOUTH

Written for @steddiebingo Kissing Booth Prompt: Gags

Rating: E | WC: 883

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing!!

Eddie has a big mouth. He knows this. He never knows when to just shut up. He’s constantly putting his foot in his mouth, letting his words run away from him. Digging his grave deeper and deeper, leaving no ladder to pull himself back out. He hates it about himself. And also kind of loves it. Because it can be fun. 

Like now. When he’s obviously annoying his boyfriend to no end and he can tell he’s about to snap. 

“ –and they put all these pressures on young men, you know? To be athletic, and get involved in sports like that’s the only thing the matters and if you aren’t into shooting balls into laundry baskets then you’re somehow less of a man and–”

Steve groans. “EDS!” He gestures to the tv. “ I’m trying to watch the game can you–” 

Eddie nods. “I know, because you’ve had it drilled into your head since you were little that this is very important and–”

Steve leans over and clamps his hand over Eddie’s mouth. “I swear to god. I’m going to fucking gag you.” 

Eddie’s eyes go wide and Steve freezes so they’re just staring at each other’s shocked faces and Eddie tries desperately to not let Steve see the way this has gone straight to his dick and–

Steve’s eyes flick down, a mean grin spreading on his face. “Really, Eds?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes and tries to talk, his words coming out as a muffled mess with Steve’s hand still blocking them. 

Steve shakes his head, his eyes gleaming. “Sorry. I didn’t quite catch that.” He shifts so he’s hovering above Eddie, his knee slipping between his legs. 

Eddie groans into Steve’s hand and rolls his hips down on his leg. 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. “You like that idea, huh?” 

Eddie tries to pull back so he can talk but Steve just follows him. “I kind of like you like this. It’s so quiet.” 

Eddie huffs, and glares at Steve over his hand, trying to seem annoyed even though he loves when Steve gets a little mean and bossy. 

Steve glances over his shoulder, eyes locking on something Eddie can’t see before flicking back to Eddie mischievously. He leans off the side of the couch, stretching to reach something while still keeping his hand firmly on Eddie’s mouth. He comes back up with Eddie’s bandana, dangling it between his fingers.

“Look what I found.” He swings it in front of Eddie’s face, chuckling when Eddie’s eyes follow it back and forth. He finally moves his hand, only to immediately stuff the bandana in his mouth. He leans back, letting his eyes trail hungrily over Eddie and reaches for the button on his jeans. “This okay?” 

Eddie groans around the fabric and nods, sending his curls flying all around him as his wide eyes watch a grin spread over Steve’s face. He unbuttons Eddie’s pants, slowly pulling down the zipper and tugging them off his legs. Eddie is tenting his boxers, a wet spot already forming at the tip before Steve even so much as breathes on him. 

Eddie tips his head back when Steve pulls them down his legs too, his eyes rolling back when Steve licks up his length, a muffled “FUUUU–” trying to escape his mouth.

Steve grins, wrapping a hand around the base of Eddie’s dick as he sinks his mouth down as far as he can, swirling his tongue around Eddie and pulling another cut off moan from him. Steve chuckles meanly around his dick, sending vibrations through him. 

“GAH–DAH” Eddie’s hands move to Steve’s hair, holding tightly and Steve slips down again. Eddie’s hips jerk up reflexively and he hits the back of Steve’s throat, making him gag and pull back with tears in his eyes. Eddie’s face drops and and lets go of Steve’s head while he coughs, trying to catch his breath. 

Eddie spits the bandana out, sitting up in a panic, hands hovering over Steve’s shoulders. “Oh fuck. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to–”

Steve sucks in a deep breath, a loud laugh bursting out of his lips. Eddie lets out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling ridiculous sitting there with his quickly flagging boner out while his boyfriend laughs. 

He tosses a couch pillow at Steve and shakes his head. “I thought I hurt you!”

Steve wipes his eyes, still trying to stop laughing, barely getting his words out. “You gagged me back–” He keeps laughing like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him.

Eddie stares at him like he’s insane but a chuckle works its way up his chest and he starts laughing with him too and shaking his head. He leans forward and cups Steve’s face to pull him in for a kiss. “I fucking love you.” 

Steve huffs out another laugh, his eyes sparkling. “Even though I’ve been brainwashed to like sports?”

Eddie grins and nods. “Mhm.” He glances over at the TV and the game still going, but completely forgotten. “Want to finish your game?”

Steve shrugs, reaching for Eddie’s dick. “This is a recording of an old game. I’ve already seen it.”

Eddie’s jaw drops open in a gasp. “You little–” Steve leans down and sucks him back into his mouth. “OH FUCK!”

[skzooweemama]

Because this tiktok trend is really old now how would skz reaction to you wiping off thier kisses? Like because it's an old trend they probably wouldn't be thinking that's what you're doing.

gotta keep them on their toes right? i gotchu!!

oh my gosh it’s been nearly a month since i’ve posted anything i- 😭😭 midterms are over now, so i’m hoping i’ll have more time! still working on the rest of the requests i’ve received not to worry 🫡🫡

i hope y’all like this one! i’m gonna be honest, i didn’t have a lot of ideas going into it, so i changed it up a lil from how the prompt was. i think it turned out okay though!

enjoy!

~~~

Bang Chan:

"Baby?" Your boyfriend called down the hall, wandering from the in- home studio to find you in the kitchen making a snack.

You smiled as Chan rounded the corner, with bleary eyes and messy hair. "Hi love, did you just finish?" He hummed and drew you into a hug once he was close enough, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You giggled at his cute behavior and rubbed his back gently.

"Finished and fell asleep..." Chan mumbled into your neck, the sensation making you giggle.

You brought a hand up to scratch at the nape of his neck. "Sounds like you needed it, hm?" Another hum escaped your sleepy boy. "Do you want some of my snack?" Chan nodded, raising his head to see what you were making.

You pulled away briefly to grab the snack (cheese and crackers, a classic) and fed him some. Chan giggled when he realized you wanted to feed him and let you, blushing a bit from the gesture. Afterwards, he pressed a crumby kiss to your cheek.

"Gah! Chris!" You cried out, dramatically wiping at your cheek. Honestly, you didn't really mind, but you wanted to see how he'd react.

Chan just giggled, a shy smile spreading on his face as he pulled you close once again, covering you in more (yet significantly less crumby) kisses.

You squealed out and pushed at his chest, Chan’s laughter mixing with your own as he continued with his attack. “Baby!” You whined, playfully squirming in his hold.

Chan’s arms slipped around your waist and held you fast, his lips trailing down to yours. His warm breath fanned across your face, leaving you completely defenseless. Then he pressed a searing kiss right to your lips, leaving you breathless when he pulled away. You stared up at him, a dazed look in your eyes.

“You’re not gonna wipe that one away now, are you?”

Lee Know:

"Honey? Is that you?" Minho's voice was soft, but it still broke through your post-work haze as you toed off your shoes by the door.

"Yeah Min, I'm home." You called back, shrugging off your jacket and hanging it up. Your scalp was screaming from being up in a bun all day, so you worked on wrestling out the bobby pins while you made your way to the living room.

You freed your hair from its confines just as you came around the corner, finding Minho’s gentle gaze peering back at you. He offered you a warm smile and patted the couch, beckoning you over.

“Hi love…” You said softly, plopping down beside Minho and letting him pull you into his side. You buried your head into the fabric of his hoodie and took a deep breath. “Missed you…”

Minho made a small cooing noise in the back of his throat and pet your hair gently. “Long day?”

“Only the longest… I just keep telling myself that this is my dream job…” You sighed, turning to rest your cheek against his chest.

“That bad, hm? You wanna talk about it?” Minho’s words sent tingles through your body from being pressed so close to him. You huffed out a laugh and shook your head.

“It’s okay, I’m just tired."

"Okay." Minho responded, shifting so he could press a smooch to your forehead.

The kiss was loud and dramatic, and it made you giggle. Without thinking, you wiped at the excess spit his left on your forehead. "Minho! You slobbered me!" You exclaimed, looking up at your boyfriend with a goofy grin on your face.

Minho was staring back at you. If looks could kill, you would be at death's door. It was as if his eyes were screaming at you, beyond offended at you wiping away his love. You couldn’t help but laugh and sat up, pressing your own kisses onto his skin in an apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Give me another kiss, I won't wipe it off again!"

Changbin:

Changbin, your love, your light, your life, had been annoying you to no end. This morning it had been his excessive screaming, this afternoon it had been his covers of random songs, and now he would not stop trying to teach you his rap parts in one of their new songs. And he was a really bad teacher.

"No, baby! The flow isn't right, you miss this syllable," He gestured to the lyrics written out in front of you, "and it really kills the rhythm. Let's try again!"

"Bin! I don't get it! I'm not a rapper!" You exclaimed, feeling more and more frustrated by his criticisms. Plus his hand writing was so bad that you could hardly read the lyrics in the first place.

Changbin pouted, grabbing your hand gently. “Can we try again? Please?” You groaned and slumped forward in your seat, laying your head on the table for a moment.

“Fineeee…” You said after a moment. Changbin smiled at the success of his pouting and started the track again.

This time, the word flowed from your lips like water in a stream. You didn't have near as much swagger as your boyfriend did while rapping, but you didn't sound bad by any means. When you chanced a glance over to Changbin, he was sitting there with stars in his eyes. You smiled despite yourself as the verse came to an end.

"So? Was that better?" You asked, leaning back in your chair.

"Was it better? That was great! My baby is a natural!" Changbin exclaimed, leaning over the table to press kisses to your cheeks.

You giggled and batted at him playfully. "I'm not a natural! You had to help me, silly!" Changbin stopped his attack and sat back, and you took the chance to wipe at all the kisses he left on your face. "That's for instilling me with false confidence." You snickered, smiling at him mischievously.

Changbin gasped and let out a dramatic whine. "Babyyyyy!! How could you?! Do you not love your Binnie??" You just started laughing, heart melting immediately at Changbin's cute pout.

"Noooo! Wait I'm sorry!" You laughed, getting up from your chair to hug your pouty boy. "I'll give you all the kisses you want, no more wiping them off!"

Hyunjin:

"Yah! Stay still!" Hyunjin barked at you from his seat in front of the canvas, throwing you a playful glare. You sighed and sat up straighter, trying your hardest to stay posed how he wanted you.

"Hyunnnn... my back is hurting!" You whined (because he didn't say anything about staying quiet). "Are you almost done?"

Hyunjin glanced at you again, his gaze softened. You knew he was starting to feel guilty for keeping you sat there for so long. He looked back to the canvas and started to work more diligently.

"Just a bit longer, okay? You look so beautiful, my love. I don't wanna rush..." Your boyfriend responded, his voice much less harsh now.

You nodded and settled in, keeping perfectly still and trying to ignore the burning that was slowly creeping up your spine. You distracted yourself by watching Hyunjin work. His long black hair was pulled up and away from his eyes, which were focused and calculating as he worked. He was just too pretty. It was unfair, honestly, but selfishly checking him out was your compensation so you couldn't complain too much.

Except for the fact that the pain in your back was getting harder to ignore.

You let out a loud, frustrated sigh before finally, finally, Hyunjin put down that godforsaken brush.

"Okay, okay, I'm done for now." He said, getting up and stretching. You did the same, trying to quell the fire in your muscles. "Come here, baby." You looked to see Hyunjin with his arms out, offering you a hug.

"I don't feel like I should hug you after that torture." You said, crossing your arms. Hyunjin smiled and shook his head, walking forward to wrap you up in his embrace anyway.

"Too bad, I missed you~" He hummed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You couldn't help but smile and melt into him. Hyunjin chuckled and stepped back, brushing your hair away from your face and giving you a loving look. You pulled a playful scowl back onto your face, which made him laugh once again. "You're cute..." He hummed, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead...

...which you promptly wiped right off, jumping up from your seat and making your way to the door.

Hyunjin caught you around the waist just before you could escape. "Yah! That's not nice! Don't wipe away my love!" He exclaimed, a playful lilt in his tone. You began to giggle gleefully, which made him growl in your ear. "Oh, you wanna laugh?"

You squealed as his fingers dug into your tickle spots, and through your laughter you cried out, "I'm sorry! I won't wipe them away again!"

Han:

When you heard the front door close, it was nearing 1am. This was much later than the time that Jisung promised to be home. You'd practically been worried sick, especially since he wasn't answering your calls or texts. But no, clearly he was fine- just ignoring his worried partner.

So there you sat, arms crossed, silently fuming as your lovely boyfriend came around the corner.

Immediately, you felt bad when you saw him. He looked so tired. His big eyes were bloodshot and framed with dark circles when they were usually bright and full of life, and he was a bit slouched as he walked. But still, he perked right up when he saw you, lips pulling into his big, gummy smile.

"Hi baby!" He said cheerfully. His voice would be a sharp contrast to his appearance, if it wasn't for the hoarseness from recording all day. You glanced at the clock once again and felt yet another pang of frustration.

"Hi Ji," You greeted, offering him a tight lipped smile. "Little late, isn't it? Why didn't you answer my texts? I was worried." Jisung visibly deflated at your words as he sat beside you and that made your heart wrench in your chest.

"Ah- it is late, huh? I'm sorry, baby. I got caught up editing tracks with Chan and my phone died. The studio doesn't have Apple chargers anymore, so I couldn't fix it and there's no clock so-," You cut off his rambling with a hand on his arm.

"Ji- calm down. It's okay, I was just worried, that's all. I'm glad you're home." You told him, offering him a smile to assure him that you were being genuine. Jisung relaxed, and you opened your arms to pull him into a hug. "You okay?"

He nodded against your shoulder, holding you close. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before he pulled away and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You gave him a teasing look and dramatically wiped at the kiss, attempting to get a rise out of him.

That did not go over well, and instead of playing along, tears gathered in Jisung's eyes and his lips immediately pulled into a deep frown.

You laughed in disbelief and pulled him into another hug, holding the back of his head protectively.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry! I was just joking, please don't cry! I won't wipe any more off!"

Felix:

"Babe, are you gonna finish up soon? I'm bored..." You whined, laying face down on your boyfriend's bed, phone abandoned beside you. He'd been working on his PC for hours and you just wanted his attention.

"Impatient, hm?" Was all Felix said in response, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice.

You groaned loudly and kicked your legs. "Lix, it's been hours. I'm wasting away over here!" Felix just laughed, his deep chuckle sounding way too teasing.

You lifted your head and scowled at his back, wishing he'd set down those stupid tools and come pay attention to your before you literally went insane. As you glared at him, an idea crossed your mind. There was an old Tiktok couples prank that you had been wanting to try since you started dating... What better way to get back at him for ignoring you?

Felix was hunched over his keyboard at you approached him from behind, focused on screwing something into something else. When you reached him, you leaned forward, pressing your chest against his back, and wrapped him up in a back hug.

"Lix... pay attention to me..." You whispered in his ear, you voice overly sensual. Felix tensed up beneath you, and you heard his breathing pick up in the quiet of the room. "Oh? Was that all it took?" You teased, nipping at his earlobe before returning to your place on the bed.

It took about .5 seconds until Felix was on you, pushing you down onto the bed and kissing your feverishly. You giggled into the kiss, allowing him to cage you in just for a moment before you pushed at his chest. Felix pulled away and looked at you wildly, his cheeks and ears still bright red from when you flustered him.

You held eye contact with him as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, giving him a wink as you did so. Felix's face was shocked for a moment, but then he smiled. Fuck, you forgot about how much he was on Tiktok too.

"Did you try to prank me? Why don't I make you regret ever wiping my kisses off, then?"

Seungmin:

Today was one of those rare days that you had off from work. It was a small blessing after a hectic week of project reports and visits from your higher ups, and you were thankful to have some time to recooperate. Unfortunately, Seungmin was still working and you wouldn't see him until the evening.

Luckily he forgot to pack lunch today, so you had the perfect excuse to cook him something he liked and visit him at work.

When you knocked on the door to the practice room all he and his members were in, they had all just finished a dance practice. Seungmin couldn't help the goofy smile that took over his face when he saw you, which made you laugh. The boys teased him for a moment as they gathered their things, greeting you kindly when they filed out the door.

"How was practice?" You asked once everyone had left. Seungmin groaned dramatically and flopped onto the small couch near the door. You laughed and maneuvered him so you had some room to sit too. "That bad?"

"'S fine, just hardddd... my body hurts..." He whined, throwing an arm over his eyes. You hummed and patted his tummy, which made him groan again.

"I'm sorry you're hurting, love. Do you want some food?" Your question had him interested, so he removed his arm from over his eyes and looked at you.

"You brought me food?" He asked. You were almost offended at how surprised he looked.

"Duh, you forgot to pack anything this morning. I wasn't gonna let my baby starve!" Your words were teasing, but genuine, and you watched joyfully as Seungmin's cheeks got all rosy. He sat up and scooted towards you, wrapping you up in a hug and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It would've been a nice gesture if he wasn't so sweaty.

"Ah! You're getting me all gross with your sweat!" You cried, cringing at the hug and shying away from the kiss. Once he let you go, you immediately began wiping at your lips and trying to rid yourself of any residual boyfriend sweat.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna be like that? Wiping off my kisses?" Seungmin asked, giving you a challenging look. Without a second thought, you attempted to jump up and run away, only to be caught around the waist.

"Wait! I won't wipe them off again! Seungmin!"

I.N:

You considered messing with Jeongin to be a sort of art form, to say the least. He was clever, but he could also be gullible. That made pranks a 50/50 shot with him, either he figured you out immediately or he would fall for it hook, line, and sinker.

Today, you had devised a fool-proof plan to make sure that he would let you have your fun.

Couple pranks were something you had been wanting to try for a while. You didn't want to film them or post them or anything, you just purely liked a good, light-hearted prank and your boyfriend was a decent victim. There was one that had caught your attention back before you had started dating Jeongin, and it seemed like one he was unlikely to catch onto. Until you told him about it, at least.

It all started when you came back from grabbing groceries at the store. Errands were no fun to do alone, but since it was hard to go out in public together with Jeongin, you usually had no choice. It was all better when you got back home, though.

Jeongin had the weekend free from schedules, which was pretty uncommon. It also meant he was there to greet you when you came home instead of you waiting for him. He was sitting in the kitchen doing work on his computer when you came through the door.

A smile immediately broke out across his face when he saw you, his dimples greeting you just as eagerly. "Hi, babe. Need some help?" It wasn't really even a question he needed to ask, because he was already getting up to grab the bag from you before you could answer.

You smiled at him lovingly and set down the second bag. Jeongin set down the one he took beside it, and when you turned towards him, he captured your lips in a gentle kiss. You sighed into the kiss and cupped his cheek, drawing him in closer.

“Hi…” You whispered when you pulled away, still feeling those classic butterflies when you looked into his bright eyes. Jeongin giggled and leaned to kiss you again, just a peck this time, before he turned to start putting the groceries away.

“Was the store okay? I heard-,” Whatever he was gonna say next died on his tongue as he turned and looked to see you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. “Did… did you just wipe my kiss away?”

You couldn’t help but break out into laughter at his words and the look of pure confusion on his face. He didn’t look remotely offended, just confused.

“I’m sorry baby, it was just a prank!”

“Too bad, I’m never kissing you again.”

“Nooo!! I promise to never wipe off another one!”

[coveofsecrets]

@kiyoahdiy requested: Platonic yandere Sengoku as the father of the reader, but the reader is a pirate, despite coming from the marines.

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-> Platonic! yandere! Sengoku x reader

-> Warnings: Marineford spoilers, minor character death, violence, blood, kidnapping

-> Word count: 3.1k

-> HOLY HELL THIS TOOK SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT. THREE REWRITES. THREE. REWRITES + EDITING. HOLY FUCK. Reader is referred to with they/them pronouns

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“The Great Battle of Marineford.”

A mug of beer held in the air, scarred fingers loosely wrapping around the handle.

“Has a lovely ring to it, don’t you think?”

The person holding the cup sighs, “Just imagine,” eyes closing as grand dreams and high hopes weave themselves behind eyelids. “Us, in the spotlight, our bounties skyrocketing by the minute…” Letting that fantasy unravel, Yánzǐ opens his eyes back up, irises traveling to you. “Doesn’t that sound grand, Captain?”

Prompted to answer, you divert your view from the sea to your first-mate.

Being in the spotlight…

Out on stage, onlookers’ attention focused on nothing but the actions of your crew, waiting with bated breath for the next line they shall deliver…

The thought makes a bitter taste pool in your mouth.

Usually, it’s an idea you can get on board with, but this time is different. This time, the stage lights must shine on another ensemble.

“Not really,” is your answer. “All that sounds grand to me is supporting Newgate for this war.”

The ‘support’ is mainly to pay back a… personal debt you owe to the Warlord, even if he’s insisted too many times he’s needed no reimbursement.

Yánzǐ chuckles, “Aw, really? Wouldn’t you like to see your bounty rise, though?”

“I would, but that’s not my main goal for where we’re gonna be,” you clarify, turning back to the seas. 

No sight of land.

Even when squinting, all you can see is the unknown blue. 

We’ve been sailing for three weeks, though. Khia said it should take three weeks to get to Marineford. Did we get off course?

A seed of worry is planted, immediately starting to sprout- roots digging into your brain as the stem wraps around flesh, so tight it could burst.

In order to spray a weed killer onto that anxiety, you call to your helmsman: “Khia, how much longer until we get there?”

The mentioned person pulls their head up from a book, foot moving from atop the helm to see you better.

“Six hours.” Barely louder than the crashing waves, you have to strain your ears to hear them.  “Unless you want me to go faster?”

Six hours…

The feel of vines wrapping around an organ lessene, but still lingers.

“Yes, please. That would be nice.”

Nodding, Khia straightens themself up, readying themself to make the ship take speed.

Well, at least that’s done…

The plant is set alight, dissolving into ashes, no longer taking much priority in your thoughts- although a little bit still lingers and god you can’t get it out of your mind-

Gah!

What matters is that it’s mostly gone, this absence allows you to pick up on footsteps approaching, discolored arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“Ah, Captain!” Comes the bellow of the crew’s doctor. “What’re you so worried for? We’ll be fine!” A laugh echoes from her throat, haughty and egotistic; uncontainable joy spreading across the deck, allowing it to worm its way into the hearts of many others.

Well, except for you.

Somehow, her infectious glee never manages to even touch you; even now, as all you can do is frown to her aching smile.

Anxious.

You’re anxious, and like the douche she is, Sasi always notices.

“Is it your dad?”

Leave it to her to be straightforward, allowing for no hesitation or hiding on your end.

Allowing a few seconds to pass, you order your thoughts, soon sighing, “Not… necessarily.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Yánzǐ perk up. “Well, it is. I’m… worried about the power he holds. we all know he’s going to be there for the execution of Portugas, as well as some admirals.”

Something gross starts to swish around in your gut.

“I know Newgate will be able to handle himself, but I’m sure that Sengoku’s-” His name is practically spit out. “-gonna call out the big shots, especially for a battle such as this.”

Yánzǐ’s creeping closer, you note.

“And I’m worried. About my crew, about all of you.” A short huff from you, as you shake your head. “I… powerful forces are going to be there. Admirals I haven’t heard of, probably with abilities far surpassing our crew. Hell, knowing them, they might do something underhanded.” A dull pain in your bottom lip, teeth digging into it. “…look. If anything happens, I want you all to prioritize your lives. Run away if need be. Your honor does not matter, but your-”

Yánzǐ’s voice, purposefully set at an annoyingly high pitch, rings from behind you.

“AWH, CAPTAIN!”

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, practically yanking you to his side.

“You don’t have to be so worried,” he shouts, “There’s a reason we’re called The Forsaken Pirates!”

Sasi’s fingers snap, a grin on her face. “Oh- you’re right!” The doctor moves to your other side, also wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Why would we prioritize our lives when we have a name to spread?!” The woman becomes loud, voice spreading out across the ship.

All of a sudden, Khia balks. “Oh, hush!” They slam a fist onto the hull, making their presence known. “Must you always be so loud?! I can’t focus on driving the ship with your incessant screaming!” Despite their words, though, it’s obvious they’re hiding a smile of her own, just squished down with all they have.

To her insult, the doctor gasps, a hand dramatically brought to her chest. “Why, I-!”

Thus, dramatics ensue.

Khia and Yánzǐ, the doctor and the first mate; both people starting to argue with one another, throwing insults and punches of all kinds at either side. From an outside perspective, it looks like they’re fighting to the death.

On the inside, though, it’s different.

The two of them have suppressed grins on their faces, uplifting ends to their sentences, and fists that’re lighter than usual.

They’ve gotten along better than when they first met.

To the spectacle, people start to perk up, some crowding around the two, egging them on, a few even placing bets on who will win.

At the end of the day, though, it’s all in fun and jokes.

At the end of every day, it’s all in pure fun and jokes.

It’s something you appreciate about your crew.

No matter the situation, no matter the threat, they’ll always manage to make the scene lighter than it really is.

Whether a fight, a near death experience, or a war.

Broken terrains, and beaten corpses.

Chipped swords, and damaged bodies.

In this arena, multiple people stand; one side against another, shades of grey fighting against a collective shade of white.

Within that grey, is the beams of every single one of your crewmates, unaffected by whatever happens around them. Like shooting down a fish, they take down whatever is in their way, uncaring of the injuries on their bodies, or the fear they may feel.

Another one.

Needle pricking into an arm, sword stabbing into the neck of a man.

Right before it explodes, you jump back. Hands come up to cover your face, debris and smoke decorating your arms.

Cogs and oil; metal and fire.

What the hell is that thing?

It doesn’t have any flesh, and yet, it looks like an identical copy of the warlord Bartholomew Kuma.

Former Revolutionary, too.

Furthermore, there’s clones of that man, all around the field, engaging in combat with your allies.

How? A Devil Fruit ability? But doesn’t he already have one-?

Deciding it’s too much for your thoughts, you discard the train of thinking. Even if the concept is curious (and possibly sickening), you don’t have time to ponder what fucked up thing the Marines did this time.

All that you need to focus on, all that your attention needs, is one objective.

Assist Newgate any means possible in this war.

So, despite how much you want to figure out this fucked-up mystery, you simply, don’t have the time for it.

Something pulls at your brain.

A small prick, a tug, but it has so much force to it, tugging the thing to a far corner of your skull

Ah.

Recognizing the sensation, you turn to the source of the tugging, eyes catching onto a Marine- Lieutenant Commander, the back of your mind echoes- their gun raised, ready to bash it against your head.

Hm. 

The firearm’s way above their head, with nothing to guard them from incoming blows.

Poor tactic.

Your face scrunches up.

Do they even train their Marines, nowadays?

Crouching down, you prepare yourself to strike a palm against their neck, but before you could,  a sudden warmth overtakes you.

Fire lapping at exposed skin, always touching but never burning; a campfire in front of cold hands, meant only for preserving life. That is what the sensation is like, and it’s one you’re familiar with.

“Watch your head, yoi!”

That voice.

That infuriating voice, paired with that annoying blue talon.

Marco the Phoenix.

Long nails pinning your pathetic excuse of an attacker to the ground, compressing so hard on their chest they pass out.

Your ‘savior’ turns to you, that stupid smirk stretched out across his face. He tilts his head, calling out your name- “Didn’t expect you to be joining us, yoi!”

Atop a scalding hot stove, water starts to furiously boil. The liquid bubbles rise up, and up, the container no longer holding it as the water seeps through the lid, leaking down to touch the surface heating it.

“Piss off, Marco the Phoenix!” You bark, ignoring his offended remark as you push past him to find where you’re needed.

Where do I need to go, where do I need to go…

Left and right, your head swivels, looking this way and that for any of your comrades who may be struggling in this battle.

What’s happening, what’s happening…

In one place, there’s Newgate (Overhyped big man) exacting orders; in another, there’s Strawhat Luffy (seems like a bright kid. Knows how to make a flashy entrance) engaging with Mihawk; far up above, there’s the execution platform of Ace, with Garp and…

…Sengoku.

The lid starts to rattle.

Fleet Admiral and Vice Admiral sitting together, on the perch like birds on a branch. High up above, in a place only they can reach so effortlessly. In their position, they can be impartial to the carnage going on beneath them, the broken screams of the grieving, of the afraid, of the dying.

They are the Celestial Dragons, the self-proclaimed Gods, to the lowly humans suffering at the hands of the heaven's actions.

Like a kettle, a high-pitched whistling sound starts to come from the pot.

Nobody seems to be engaging with them, or even anywhere nearby, too busy with all the other forces attacking them.

Looks like you’re needed there.

So you go.

Your feet skidding against uneven rock, you carry yourself there, barely acknowledging the enemies who try to get to you- just so you’re able to reach your goal.

To reach Sengoku.

That good-for-nothing, scumbag of a father who’s better off dead because how dare he.

How dare he sit upon his false throne, looking at but not seeing the wails of your allies.

How dare he call for this war, but does not do anything to aid the burden of his soldiers.

How dare he be in a position of power, only to use it to destroy.

How dare he.

His eyes, apathetically crossing the scene, meet yours.

And his face turns into one of pure fury.

In an instant, his body transforms.

Pale skin starts to form a sheen, changing shades until it’s a blinding gold; body contorting to a bigger size, his shirt unable to handle this change, as it tears off; an aura of sorts forming around him, almost like a halo of the angels.

A false halo.

With such an ugly expression on him, any awe directed towards that presence of his is immediately discarded.

An ugly face, for an ugly man.

Echoing across this ring, the man bellows your name, “After twenty years, you show your face to me-” The harsh cold biting at your skin, his voice nothing short of cruel. “-and you foolishly fight on the side of pirates!”

Pirates.

Disgusting, less than human, beings; monsters, who do nothing except for prey on the week; slobs, who could be doing so much better with their lives.

Pirates.

People, who just want to see the world; people, who had no other choice than to become a pirate; people, who refuse to be a cog within a rusty machine.

Pirates.

You shout, “Yes, I do!” grabbing a sword embedded in a body, you point it at your father.. “On this battlefield, I align myself with what is true! And here-”

There’s a thrumming underneath your veins.

Within its cage, blood rushes against it, the molecules almost pushing against one another in a race to your head. The top of your body almost feels full with it, as if it’s going to burst with the amount in there.

It’s so much.

But at the same time, there’s a fire within your heart. Burning brightly, passionately, adding fuel for you to take grasp of your long-held dream.

“I shall be the one to take your head!”

Papers spread on an ivory desk.

Pads of fingers digging into the reports.

A body hunched over those fingers.

“A child.”

The words are muttered right as your office door opens.

“You placed a bounty on a child.”

The newcomer’s eyes narrow. “It’s for the protection of the common good.” It’s Sengoku.

“You placed a bounty on a child.” Your teeth clench. “I can understand annihilating an island-” can you, now? “-but placing a 900 million berry bounty on a child’s head?”

“She holds secrets that could disrupt the balance of the world-”

A firework exploding.

A rope snapping.

A fire generating.

“She is a child,” you start to yell, “You placed a bounty on a child! Nine million berries-” You grab onto the poster, holding the picture of Nico Robin up.

 “Dead or alive! You want a child to die!”

“It’s for the protection of the world!”

“YOU PLACED A DEAD OR ALIVE BOUNTY ON A CHILD!”

You awake in chains.

Heavy on your body, they weigh you down; where they encase your limbs, they offer nothing but a dull ache for comfort.

Where…

It’s hard to think, you realize, almost as if your brain is a swamp. Wading, trudging; to navigate these muddy waters, all of your energy is needed.

Knowing you won’t be able to traverse with your body, you decide to traverse with your eyes instead, focusing on discerning your surroundings.

As you do so, simple shades of grey start to become multiple tints of that color, bricks and crevices soon identifiable by your barely working eyes. After some more mapping out, your organs of sight notice multiple, thin bars in front of you.

A… cell…?

Past those bars is a discernible shade of white, soon separating into yellows, blues, reds, and blacks. Not long after, you recognize them as clothes. A rectangular sash, round coat lying on top of it, and two circles- glasses, actually- lying atop a man’s face.

“You’re awake.”

Rough and scratchy; sandpaper rubbing against a hand.

You know the voice all too well.

Leftover rage rising up your limbs, you pull against the chains. “You-!” Only for it to be a fruitless attempt. “Sanctimonious fool!” Your tone, however, makes up for that anger. “Where am I? Where did you take me?!”

Suddenly, a stab of worry embeds itself into your heart.

“Where are my crewmates?!”

All the past events are a blur, lost in the mist of your mind. All you can remember is the events before and at the declaration that you’ll take Sengoku’s head, but after that, you don’t know.

You don’t know the outcome of the war.

You don’t know if Ace’s head was taken or not.

You don’t know if your crewmates are safe or not.

Your crewmates, who have been built over long and arduous years, who were all different kinds of people, some who didn’t get along at first, all of them gone from their hometowns for one reason or another, becoming attached to you and your crew and joining with or without your permission, everybody eventually becoming a member beloved by you and if anything happened to them you don’t know what you’ll do because you love them so much-

“If any of them are hurt, I’ll-!”

“I don’t know where your teammates are,” Sengoku interrupts. “I was too occupied with our little fight to check where they are.” He’s maddeningly calm. It’s as if all the tribulations of the world are water off the duck’s back. As if they are all meaningless. “However, I do know that you are in the sixth level of Impel Down.”

Huh?

“Why-”

“I’ve deemed you too much of a threat, so you shall remain here.”

Huh?!

Your teeth grit. “Threat ‘how’? By freeing certain countries from-”

“You won’t be kept here for the rest of your life, though.”

…huh?

A few seconds of silence pass; silence filled with the cogs in your head turning, trying to make sense of his words; silence filled with Sengoku’s icy stare, gazing down upon you like he would an insect.

Eventually, he speaks again. “I’m giving you a second chance.” Your father takes a seat on the floor. “During your stay, you will reflect on your misdemeanors as a pirate, and only when you have admitted your wrongdoings, I will let you out to serve on the sides of the Marines once more, with your crimes cleared.”

Another small silence, as once again, you process what you were told.

Reflect?

Misdemeanors?

On the side of the Marines?

It’s as if you were a child caught stealing cookies past their bedtime, and as punishment, you were sent to timeout. Unable to interact with anybody, and nobody able to interact with you. To the ‘class’, you are nothing.

He’s treating you like a baby.

Nothing but a misbehaving kid, who needs to reflect on the mistake they made.

A little thing, who betrayed the Marines because they didn’t think too much about it; who committed their so-called crimes because they have poor impulse control.

How humiliating.

Festering and seething, mold from a fruit spreads to the others; starting at your heart, scattering to the rest of your limbs. It rots your bones, your muscles, barely peeking through the skin- climbing up your throat, threatening to tear apart your vocal cords as you open your mouth, the decay spilling from your lips.

“YOU BASTARD-!”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Climb

@jegulus-microfic August 14, Word count 810

Previous part First Wolfstar part

Regulus was hot, over hot, nearly sweating. The cause of the climb in his temperature was currently curled around him, locking him into his body so he couldn’t escape. He was in James’s bed with James. His heart did an odd little flutter at the idea. Teenage Regulus would be having a stroke if he knew this was in his future. 

He kept as still as possible. Cataloguing the way it felt to be touching James, the way his skin was smooth on his chest but scratching with unshaved bristles on his chin and neck, the steady thump of his heartbeat and his slow, even sleep-filled breaths. James stirred, he wrapped his arms tighter around Regulus, nuzzling his hair. 

“Mmm, lavender,” He sighed as he slowly woke up. 

“Sorry did I wake you?” Regulus’s voice was slightly muffled against James’s chest. 

“No, you’re alright. Did you sleep?” James asked, yawning and rolling his shoulders. 

“Yes, thank you,” Regulus whispered. He didn’t want this moment to end. 

James shuffled him but only so he could roll onto his back and drag Regulus back under his arm. Regulus almost purred when James’s hand stroked up his arm and into his curls. He carded his fingers through Regulus’s hair and gently scratched at his scalp. He’d never had anybody touch him like that. Not that he hadn’t fantasised about it. It was peaceful. He sighed contentedly and allowed himself the luxury of stretching his arm out across James’s chest and leaving it there. 

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed there, but their little bubble was abruptly broken by a loud pop and the arrival of Flitsy. 

“Breakfast,” She barked at them before popping back out of the room again. 

“She’s unnerving,” Regulus shuddered. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the odd little elf. James chuckled and pushed the hair off Regulus’s face so he could press a kiss on his forehead. It had been so natural, like he’d done it a thousand times before. Regulus had no idea where they stood now after he’d thrown himself at James yesterday in the library, but James seemed more than happy to continue whatever it was.

“Come on, love, or she’ll come back, and she won’t be as nice.” Regulus jumped out of James’s bed and went in search of his clothes. They were clean and mended on his bed, ready for him to put on. 

He met James on the landing, and they went down to breakfast together, James taking his hand in his again as he led him back to the dining room. 

Huge bowls of steaming porridge waited for them. Regulus wolfed his down, feeling warm and full afterwards. They thanked Flitsy for the meal and wandered to the library to look up parselmouths. 

The search wasn’t nearly as fruitful as yesterday had been. It turned out that at some point a few Potters had the ability to speak the snake language, but it hadn’t been seen for five generations. 

“Gah, this is useless!” Regulus whined as he threw James’s great great great great uncle’s diary, telling the story about how he’d charmed a snake to curl up on his head like a circlet crown and that Morag Potter had called him a daft old goat. Apparently, he’d asked that same snake to sleep on Morag’s pillow and been severely punished by his mother for it, across the desk. 

“Well, then we need to think of a different solution.” James said, closing his own book, ‘Know your Serpents’. "What other parselmouths do we know of apart from Voldemort?” Regulus shoved his hands into his hair and tugged hard. 

“No one. The only ones I’ve ever heard of are Voldemort himself, Salazar Slytherin and now your four times great uncle Malcolm! It’s useless!” He let his head drop onto the desk, trying to get his brain to think of anything that could help. 

“Regulus?” James asked thoughtfully. 

“I know, I know, it’s never hopeless, blah, blah, blah, good always wins, blah, blah, blah, we can do it,” He said defeatedly, raising his fist in mock cheer.

“Well, yes, but that’s not what I was going to say,” James was grinning. Regulus could hear it in his voice.

“Go on then, what were you going to say?” Regulus said into the table. 

“Is it true there’s a portrait of Salazar Slytherin in the Slytherin Common room?”

“Yes, he’s above the fireplace. He’s a bit of a pain really always talking to the snake they painted him with. Sometimes the hissing gave me headaches—Oh Merlin’s beard!!!” His head snapped up. “There’s a portrait of Salazar in the Slytherin Common room!” He gawped at James, mouth wide open in an O. 

“There’s a portrait of Salazar in the Slytherin Common room,” James repeated, grinning from ear to ear. Finally, they were getting somewhere.

Next part

[dbacklot99]

2024 fic roundup game

Can I just create an ask game? said @cheeseplants

Yes!! Thanks to @cheeseplants and anyone else you tagged me.

What fandoms do you write in? Good Omens! Only Good Omens, Forever Good Omens.

How many words have you published in 2024? Ok, including some chapters for an upcoming [redcated] collab, I'm estimating 150k that I actually wrote. Which....isn't much in this incredibly talented fandom BUT was a lot for me.

What is your greatest achievement this year? Getting out there and collaborating!! I talked to artists (y'all are magical and terrifying), I joined the [redacted] project and wrote amazing angst with @gaiaseyes451, @sixbynine-da, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, @groovynightstrawberry, and MxThirteen, PLUS more artists, @apocalyptic-scenes & babyrubysoho.

And then kept on writing with a lot of those folks to create some amazing crack - and Lucicrow?

My point is, once you start collaborating, you have no idea where it will take you!

What are your top three fics you’ve written this year? Mirrors (E, WIP but almost finished): Angsty reverse omens AU, but there's a happy ending I PROMISE. With amazing art from @daneecastle and @c0smicdisaster.

Cracked Pepper (E): Utterly absurd birthday crack for @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon. I'm still tickled that I somehow wrote this.

Have We Been Here Before? (E): A one-shot love letter to the fandom (also podfic from the amazing @nosferatini )

What was your biggest pit of despair moment? Hmmm, I got kind of lost in my subplots in the middle of After Heaven. But it worked out and I actually love the ending.

I regularly despair that I will never have enough time to write - or to write as well as I want.

What have you learned? I've gotten some sense of the things I'm ok at. And learning to work on adding descriptions and feelings, not just plot.

Still need to improve my gif game!

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground? I have three historical scenes hopping around, but not fully formed yet...

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out? Yes!! I can't name all of them - and some aren't published yet (looking at you, @on1occasionfork). But some to throw love at:

Saint of Lost Things (E) by @gaiaseyes451. This would have gone on my year's best list, but I'm sneaking it in here. Post S2 angst and redemption is absolute marvel of story telling!

What Have I Lost (M) Another post2S fic, from MarieCuriosity that I can't wait to see how it comes together!

The Show Must Go On (M) A great 1941 follow-up by @vieux-yeux

Lady of Rheged (E): A West Essex historical AU by @mageofthepeople

Seasons of Nightingales (M): A massive, sweet post2S fic from @nosferatini that is almost done!!!

but i still want more (E): An intense but heartachingly lovely postS2 fic from @cordsycords

Confeitor (M): pure poetry from @adverbian

What three fics have you read this year that you love? Lol, 3!!!

Tethered (E): WIP by MarieCuriosity based on a Gleafer prompt

Someone is Calling Him Shorewards (E): by @harlotofupdog. Gah, if you haven't read it yet, what are you waiting for?

Trial & Error (M) by @fellshish. I love everything postS2 and this one was so original!

Anything ginger_cat wrote

Angel-Centered Therapy (G) I thought this was the perfect counterpoint to its big brother (sister?), Demonology.

Rosae series (E) by UKCalico. Sure, it's incredibly hot, but then hits you with these deep insights into the characters and their lives.

If I loved you less, We Could have Coffee (M): The Chapell Roan fic you didn't know you needed; excited to see what happens next! By @spectrallydistracted

Teach me, both the art from @gahellhimself-blog and the fics from Jeans. A really amazing collaboration!

What ideas are percolating for next year? Going to start off with a couple sequels, and then we'll see where the plot bunnies take us.

Who do you want to thank? @goodomensafterdark for endless support and entertainment. Wibly for maps!! @ireallyneedmoretea & @moderndayklutz for being beta rockstars on [redacted]!

Are you somewhere in this post? Should you be? Go on and play the game!

[hakunahistata]

2024 Fic Roundup / AO3 Ask Game

Thank you for the mention @gaiaseyes451, my beloved!

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens

How many words have you published in 2024?

62,344 of my own words according to my writing tracker! I had the pleasure of participating in so many collaborative works this year so my AO3 word count is a bit misleading 😂

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Honestly, just doing. Writing, sharing, collaborating, stepping out of the proverbial fandom shadows and interacting. Before November of last year, I had never been more than a lurker. Stepping into the GO fandom space has brought so many kind, talented, supportive, and funny people into my life.

What are your favourite top three fics you've written this year?

S.T.A.Y. - Sex Pollen in Space! I adored everything about this writing experience: the prompt, the server, the world-building. I'm really proud of this one!

Paradigm Shift - If you'd told me when I signed up for GOSP that I'd be paired with one of THE writers of all time @voluptatiscausa, nerves probably would have pushed me to pull out (heh) of the event. The challenge this fic brought me was welcome and the best part? Vol's friendship! Vol, you're a gift of a human being. The enormity of your heart is staggering and I'm honored to know you.

A Quiet Life - Yeah yeah, it's not finished yet but it will be soon! Collaborating with @lenaellsi has been so fun and I'm so grateful they decided to extend their talent (and patience) to this fic! Writing this story has unearthed something profound in my mind and while it may not all make it onto AO3, it's been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life and has been the seed for so many meaningful conversations with my therapist

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

August/September was when I hit the "oh no, I don't have any more ideas, I'll never write again" period. While my writing is slow-going at the moment, at least I know I can still do it lol

What have you learned?

So much. Writing is not about chasing perfection. Feedback is crucial and is not a personal attack on you as a human being. Make a schedule. One of the most important lessons, however, is perspective. Remember, this is supposed to be fun. It's a hobby. Be honest about where you're at. Gonna miss a deadline? That's okay, it's not the end of the world. Drink water, have fun, and stay silly!

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Oh boy, a bunch! I have a lot more to add to Love Not Given Lightly (ten parts mapped out rip me) and a chef!Crowley human AU I'd like to dig back into.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

I had the distinct pleasure of betaing so many incredible fics this year!

A Little Life by @gaiaseyes451 - The tears and catharsis experienced while reading this were like nothing else. Gaia, this fic is so stunning and I'm so proud of you for writing it.

Show the Way by @the-literal-kj - Gah! KJ, you know Gaia and I had SO much fun betaing this. I laughed, I cried, I hated Connecticut. A+, no notes.

That Certain Night by @adverbian - Adverb, your writing prowess will never cease to amaze me. This fic is poetry, through and through.

Collapse by @ineffable-rohese - Rowan, I think of this fic daily. The care and devotion expressed in this part of your beautiful series is love incarnate.

(New Time!) SftAoAJCJBP (Hybrid) (Join on Teams) by @malachitegrey - Y'all, please read this. It's rare that a fic makes me laugh out loud and I cackled while reading this. Mal, I live for your corporate tales. Your ability to blend humor with gut-punches is next level. ILY!

Your Art of Love and Your Love of Art by @voluptatiscausa - You know that swooping feeling in your gut when you experience something that matters? I had that feeling aplenty while reading this. Vol, you're a poet.

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

The Saint of Lost Things by @gaiaseyes451 - Gaia, your command of language is immersive. When I read this, I was there. This fic is a visceral experience paired with a truly killer soundtrack. 100000/10

Honey, There Is No Right Way by @voluptatiscausa - hhhhhhhHHHHH! I want to eat this fic, I love it so much. It's so tender, sweet, and the smut, y'all the smut! Vol, I love you forever and will never forget getting this notification while watching Nye with you just a few feet away :')

shine upon your pillow by @naromoreau - I know this was written last year but I don't think I read it properly until this year and I STILL think of it. Sweet and spicy >:)

We Can't Keep Meeting Like This by @gingiekittycat - Another fic that I know was written last year but it has such a special place in my soul. Gingie, this fic is so sweeping and if I could have any fic be made into a series/film, it'd be this one. You're a marvel!

Mistletoe by @snae-b - Punks! Holidays! Sweat and spunk! This fic has e v e r y t h i n g

What ideas are percolating for next year?

A composer AU with @gaiaseyes451 is at the top of my list 👀

Who do you want to thank?

@the-literal-kj and @gaiaseyes451, your friendship and support have been transformative. I love you both so much and I'm thankful to have you in my life and slidin' into those DMs! High Pollen Server, there are so many of y'all in there that I'm worried I'll miss someone so if you're in there, I tag YOU! @adverbian, @malachitegrey, @voluptatiscausa thank you so much for fostering such a supportive, empathetic, kind, and funny corner of the internet. It's not often you find an online space that's restorative but that's what the High Pollen server is for all of us. Big living room vibes!

I'd like to tag viewers like you!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Eyeless Jack x Immortal!reader

"Admin didnt you just write this for jason voorhees?"

Yes!! I did!! But I had an idea for EJ too with this prompt.. thing so SHHHH

Uuuuhh heads up that it's very hc heavy in how ej functions and also this is gonna get angsty

Also not really an entire post just me throwing an idea out there because I'm feeling angsty

Hes not immortal, he can still be fatally wounded and he still ages. Just at a slower rate. He is.. not at all thrilled about the idea that you're going to be with him until everything is over. Not because he doesnt love you.

No, he does, a lot actually. But it's the nature of what hes turning into that makes him wary of you being around.

Hes slowly turning into this thing, and at some point hes going to completely lose himself and go "feral".. for lack of a better wording. Hes going to become something entirely different, slowly and over the course of time. And he doesnt want you to see.

Spend what time you have left with him to the fullest.

GAH no because imagine taking photos for memories and overtime to see jack becoming less and less human while you stay the same

[evenmyhivemindisempty]

Apparently I haven’t had an original thought, I am so sorry lol. How about what’s a story or idea you’ve had for a fic/ficlet for each of the Boyds that you’d like to write/ or writing.

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Ooh what a fun ask!! So, here’s the thing, I don’t actually have a ton of WIPs in motion at the same time usually, so most of these aren’t in active development, but gah, with unlimited time I’d love to write them all. Also, just a reminder that I absolutely take prompts, if there’s anything specific y’all wanna see! Can’t promise to write it, but I’m always accepting suggestions!

Steve Murphy: Haha, so I have this concept of poor Steve frantically and doggedly navigating a time loop, and then accidentally learning on iteration number 79 that Javi hooks up with dudes (shocking he didn’t figure out earlier, but he was busy!). Steve promptly gets very distracted.

Donald Pierce: I’m currently working on the next part of my Made to Order series! This one currently has my whole heart - I’m just so obsessed with Val and Pierce. I’m planning to bring Gabby more thoroughly into the action eventually - my baby girl!

Cap Hatfield: I have some thoughts about his relationship with Jim, and if I was gonna write a Cap fic, I think it’d be a piece between him and Nancy, where he off-handedly mentions some of the stuff Jim did to him when he was younger and Nancy tries very hard and with growing frustration to convince him it wasn’t okay.

Clement Mansell: I’m so fascinated by the story he tells Carolyn about killing his mom. Because I believe he killed his mom, I just… I’m not sure it went down exactly like he said. It’s very much a *story* he’s refined over the years to help shape his own narrative and self-conception, and I just wanna dig at the period of time when it’s still fresh and raw and confused. Explore what happened right after he killed her, him navigating the world on his own, dealing with some of his self worth issues and complexes around sex and love.

The Corinthian: Haha, I feel like at this point I’ve written most of the Corinthian stuff I want to explore, but I do still wanna write a Good Doctor/Corinthian/Rose fic eventually! It’d be so fun to have the Good Doctor kind of teaching baby domme Rose a few moves! Also, GD and Rose putting on a show for Corinthian, and Corinthian being turned on and kind of confused because he’s never been into girl-on-girl before. (Then again, it’s never been serial killer girl on Desire’s grandkid girl!)

Eli Klaber: Ooh, so, I have this concept of him having a crush on Voller, but Voller only banging him when he puts Klaber in women’s clothes and calls him a woman. And normally Klaber would be wildly into this, but he’s not this time, because it’s clear Voller doesn’t see him as a woman at all, this is just designed to degrade him as a man.

Danny Maguire: Haha if I was gonna write a fic about Danny, it’d definitely be playing around with his self-worth issues and generalized daddy issues. I always feel like he’d go for romantic/sexual partner(s) that are older and take care of him, and I bet he’d be down for some (maybe non-sexual) age play too. I don’t think he really got much of a normal childhood with his own parents - maybe he just wants someone to make him dinner and ask about his day and play Scrabble with him!

Vic Owen: I’ve got this concept for a fic where Vic’s roleplay as a prostitute for Rosa, and Fitch gets him all cleaned up and pretty in stockings and some lingerie before he sees her! This one I actually do wanna write at some point… no telling when, though!

Ty Shaw: Mike and Dan decide to work a little harder at their jobs, resulting in Ty getting a speeding ticket. He lets them Eiffel tower him to get out of it. Suspicious Mike and Dan didn’t seem to give anyone else tickets…

Quinn McKenna: I wrote a fic for a friend a bit back about him and the Corinthian that was so fucking fun, and in the process I got a little lost coming up with lore for the Restless Soldier, the dream of battlefields and career soldiers. I’d kind of love to play with her and Quinn together at some point - Quinn is her favorite, and she adores him but also doesn’t take it easy on him. When they fuck, it’s always a fight for dominance.

[summer-of-bad-batch]

*gasp!* Only a few days left before the Prompt Suggestion Form closes (Saturday 5/18)…and the Prompt VOTING Form opens (Monday 5/20)! ✨

[If you still have prompt ideas but have already submitted a form…there’s **double checks rule post** no rule against submitting multiple forms! You don’t have to limit yourself to 10 suggestions in this house! 😉]

Thanks to you lovely peoples, there will be 100+ prompts to choose from! GAH!! It’s gonna be so hard to decide 😭

((I’m gonna resist the urge to put little notes next to the prompts I want to win because they’re so stinking cute 🥹))

Prompt Voting will be open Monday (5/20) — Sunday (5/26) … so be on the lookout for that! I’ll make sure to share it several times throughout the week to give everyone a chance to vote if they want ☺️

Remember to vote even if you don’t plan on participating as a writer/artist. If you plan on enjoying Summer of Bad Batch content, your vote is important!

Also! If you have any questions about Summer of Bad Batch that I haven’t answered, PLEASE send me an ask! I want this event to be as clear and fun as possible♥️

[moonshine999]

Querencia

(n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self

Pairing : Helaena Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen

Summary : Helaena is pregnant with her and Aegon’s child. The only problem is no one even knows that they are together, much less the fact that they fucked.

Warnings : mild angst, mentions and implications of alcoholism/addiction (still fluff for the most part though)

A/N : so it’s here, for good now. Sorry for the weird glitch that sent this to my posts instead of my drafts but it’s here now. Going to thank the every lovely @fatherforgivethem for the prompt and the sweet encouragement, I hope I did it justice to what you had in mind ♥️ (it got super long but gah, the prompt was just so good)

Two. Two lines. Two souls. Too many people not in the know.

The rhyme burned into her mind till it became just noise in its mess. She rocked back and forth, try to give herself some pattern, some assurance but to no avail. What had they done?

“Hel?” The familiar voice sent a jolt up her as she lifted her head. Her eyes were wet, tears dancing along the bridge of fear and joy. Aegon walked towards her, slowly, as if she could erupt if he rushed.

“Is it..” A sigh. “So it’s positive.”

The tears fell hearing it in the solidarity of his voice, her hand immediately grasping around her mouth to control herself.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay, we..we will be fine. It’s okay..” He comforted, kneeling down next to her.

“How!?” The question came out rougher than she intended and yet not enough to show the true extent of how much she felt. “What if mom finds out, Aegon? Ma? Criston? Our brothers? Anyone?! What if they’re disgusted? What if we get kicked out of the house? What if we lose-“ a sharp breath before she stopped herself. Ranting wasn’t going to help the situation. Yet the panic remained. What if?

Silence followed. Unsure, reckless silence. Confused, awkward silence. Silence.

“Aegon..if we keep the child, I want you to promise me something.” “Of course, what is it?” “Promise me..” she cleared her throat “promise me.. that you will not leave us.”

And so something snapped. Is that what she truly thought of him? That he would be so sick?

“I wouldn’t Hela! I wouldn’t, you know that! I’m not that low of a person.” he near shouted. “No you are not but..” But? “But you have tendencies when it comes to this addiction and…I will not sacrifice this child for the sake of your liquor.” She sat, eyes wide, face stained, voice steady. But the fact was, he was always more of a mess than her. And it was too much. His own love thought him lesser than his curses. How? Why? Before he knew it, his feet carried him rampantly out of the room, frustrated at her, himself and entirely too much.

Two souls. Too much.

“Dearest, you have any idea why Aegon is not here for dinner yet?” “Uhm. No, Ma I don’t.”

“Am afraid to tell you, Ali but your son seems to be out about the town again.” Cole answered.

Ma sighed, Aemond scoffed, Daeron barely noticed, mom started playing with her food, clearly uncomfortable.

I am afraid to tell you too, Ma.

The painting hung high. It was always one of Ma’s favourites that she had made. How fast the mornings and afternoons seemed to disappear for him, taking the sun as far as they could, only to leave him a cold, dark evening. However, this painting shone in the moonlight that snuck in through the long windows. It shone brighter than any sun could make it. It was of the two of them, as toddlers, smiling with wide grins and child like ecstasy. Oh, what they had become. For each other, for the family.

The fear pounded at his heart, the regret clawed at his brain, the confusion scribbled all throughout his face. How? Why? He wouldn’t, he wouldn’t. He can’t. All he did was stand there, staring at the brush strokes.

“Tsk, if you’re done with standing in the hallway, may we leave for the meeting?” Criston called out, putting his blazer on. “Mhm.” He wasn’t done. “Aegon!” . . “Did you ever want children, Cole?” The question was jarring, out of the blue, completely irrational to ask their bodyguard, but it felt right. “Why..?”

“Just so.. can’t I simply ask?” Cole scoffed, smirking. “Never thought about it as such. I always thought I was too reckless or confused, I won’t be able to bring up an entire human.” A chuckle escaped him “You? Reckless? Since when?” “When I was about your age, Aegon. But oh well, I got employed here and left those thoughts behind. Then Nyra married Ali and they had them. 4 times. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t happy, I wasn’t protective or even if I said it didn’t make me a better person. Because it did, this is the closest thing I have to a family and maybe that was just what I needed, perhaps without knowing for sure at first. Life is a confusing, winding path, isn’t it?”

Oh.

“I suppose it is.”

Cole laughed, “Come on now, otherwise your mothers will make me regret they had you in the first place.” He joked, tapping his back before wrapping his arms around his boy.

“Ma? You here?” “Hmm yes, sweetheart?”

She was glad her mother was able to hear her through her headphones. This was the most domestic she would see her Ma, in old, racked overalls, paint stains at every corner of the room, headphones at full volume, paintbrush spinning in hand and every red curl shining in the sunlight. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who co-owned one of the richest companies in the world.

“Ma, can we talk?” She slid off her headphones and looked skeptically at her daughter. “Talk?” A nod. “About what?” She asked warmly, smile rising and eyes showing excitement in every speck. “I’ve been meaning to ask you this. For a..while now. So..uhm..why did you decide to marry mom in the first place? Didn’t grandpa object or something?” She chuckled sweetly “Ohhh I see.” Shit. “You want to know about me and mom’s little love story don’t you?” oh thank the seven. “Yup! Caught me there.” She laughed.

Ma’s face radiated further as she looked back on the memory, her paintbrush now still, her smile now wider, her eyes now glowing.

“Well, to put it simply. I love your mom. And she loves me. I know that much, there’s an assurance, a trust. Because I met your mom when life was gone to shit for me and through those confusing and unsure times, our love was something I could always fall back on. It was sure, it was constant, it was steady. I liked it.”

Ma laughed. Then looked towards her.

“As for grandpa, we were terrified to tell him anything about our relationship. I had no idea whether he would even be accepting of me marrying a woman, much less a Targaryen woman. But we were brave enough, we did it. And then your grandfather patted Nyra on the back and said ‘take care of her, she’s all your burden now.’ The rest is history.”

“So you knew you were ready for marriage?”

“I think so. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather spend my last days with. You want your life to have memories, not dreams, hopes or what-ifs.”

She smiled. “Thank you Ma.”

Ma tilted her head slightly and gave her one last question. “But..why?”

“I need a reason to speak to my own mother??” She asked, exaggerating offence.

“Tsk, get lost.” Ma giggled.

Two. Two days had passed and they had not spoken a word to each other.

Perhaps it was her fault. She shouldn’t have assumed such a thing of him. She knows he wouldn’t, why did she have to say that? Why? .

.

Perhaps it was his. Shouldn’t he just have assured her? Did he have to storm out the way he did? Why couldn’t he just talk to her? Why?

A message popped up on his phone.

Gardens. Now.

Who was he to object?

“Hel?”

Oh gods.

“Listen-“ “Listen-“ “You go first.” “What? No, it’s fine, you go first.” “This isn’t going to work if we keep going like this. You go first.” “Fine.”

She took a deep breath. Her palms felt clammy, her pocket felt heavier and her face heated up. Fuck, why was she nervous. It’s fine, you’ve rehearsed this, it’s okay.

“Aegon.” “Helaena.”

“Listen. I’m sorry about what I said. I..I genuinely am. I know that you wouldn’t and it was in the heat of the moment. It’s just we, all of us, have been raised so so happily that I started overthinking and I put the blame on you for something that I understand you can never do.”

Fuck, she was good.

“I had expectations as soon as I saw the test. I wanted you whole, unscathed, not a big mess, perhaps.” “Wow-“ “My gods..listen!” “Okay, okay.”

“More importantly, however is the fact that I want you. As you were. As you are. As you will be. I don’t think there is anyone else I can imagine spending my life with.”

Oh.

“Aegon. I am in love with you and right now, with this child. Our child, I don’t think I have ever been more sure of that.” Tears welled up in their eyes, gods, too much.

“Aegon Targaryen..” she took the weight from her pocket and knelt on one knee. “Will you marr-“

“YES! I mean, yeah, yes, sure.” She laughed and put the ring on his finger.

“Oh it’s beautiful…thank you, Helaena.” He whispered, immediately pulling her into his arms. And then he kissed her, because he loved her. She loved him. He was sure of it. There was assurance in their kisses. There was his past, present and future in their kisses. There was her. And their soon to be family.

“Hel. I promise I will never, ever leave you or that child. I know that I have flaws, various things I need to get over but love, you are my everything. You are my heart and everything I ever held dear. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you. Life is confusing, it really is. But..you’re not, this is not. I’m sure of it.” His voice strained with his tears threatening to leave their bounds.

“Ñuha vēzos.” “Ñuha hūra.”

My sun. My moon.

“Is this really necessary? I have two more calls to-“ “Nyra..they want to talk so let’s talk.” “Oh this should be fun.” “Not the time Cole…yes darlings.”

“Ma, mom..Criston.” Hel spoke first, she’s good at that. “We have been wanting to tell you this for a while now.” Just take it slow, it’s okay.

“Me and Aegon have been..together. Romantically. For the past year.” FUCK.

Mom sat, mouth agape and looked at Criston who responded with the same expression. Ma took a deep breath and smiled. Shit. It was one of Ma’s sarcastic smiles.

And then, roaring laughter. Mom and Criston’s.

Helaena and Aegon looked at each other, eyes wide. Shock? Fear?

“Oh hush you two. Uhm. Sweethearts, we know.”

“We aren’t blind.” Cole giggled. “And I can only assume but..Hel is pregnant, isn’t she?”

Simultaneous nodding.

“What?!” Ma exclaimed. “Hmm, someone owes me a 50” mom sing songed.

“Let me this straight.” He spoke the first time since this interaction started. “You knew we were together, the entire year and you knew she was pregnant and you didn’t bother to tell us?

“Well we just wanted to see how quickly you’d give in.” “Ma!” “they gave in pretty quickly actually, we didn’t tell my parents till we were way past the 3 year mark.” Hel sighed before chuckling into the laughter herself.

“We also know that you have proposed” Criston continued, pointing towards the ring on Aegon’s hand.

“I can’t believe this. Holy fuck.” “Language.” A collective phrase from all 3 of them.

Too many people who knew?

“I’m gonna be an uncle!?” “As long as I don’t have to change any diapers, all will be well.”

“Aegon for the Seven’s sake, stay calm and stop pacing around.” Aemond sneered. “My fiancée is gone to get her ultrasound, in what world do you expect me to be calm about this!?”

Cole giggled as he walked into the room. “You don’t have to stress yourself over it anymore, Aemy, they’re already back.”

“They’re back!?” “I told you to stop calling me that!”

Before he knew it, his feet carried him out to the front hall. Hel was wrapped in a side hug by Ma as they laughed and whispered about something. “Hel!” Her head snapped towards him, eyes glowing as soon as they caught his gaze. He rushed towards her and immediately hugged her. “Easy, Aegon.” “Yeah yeah Ma.” She scoffed and walked away, leaving the couple be. “Soo? How was it? Can I see? Is it a boy? A girl?” He gleamed. She giggled and kissed him.

Two. Two souls.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hello! I LOVE your writing! If you're still accepting prompts for tickletober, may I please request (bsd) Lee! Fyodor and ler! Dazai (romantic preferably, but whatever's easier for you) with day 18, magic?

Dazai can cancel Fyodor's ability, making him the only one who can touch Fyodor without dying. I have a headcanon that every time Dazai touches Fyodor in a certain, very light way, Fyodor will feel a tingly sensation wherever Dazai touches him as a result of their abilities interacting with each other. Usually, it's just a bit tingly, but it gets very ticklish when Dazai does things like poking, rubbing, tracing etc.

When the two are having a sappy romantic moment (not often, let's be honest XD), Dazai will be a little shit and place his hands on Fyodor's neck/jaw before kissing him, making Fyodor all giggly and flustered. For a more platonic scenario, Dazai is (just like before XD) being a little shit and he thinks it's funny when Fyodor loses his cool. So he quickly grabs Fyodor's hands, causing Fyodor to do a full-body shiver and try to yank his hand back, but since Dazai is stronger than him, he's stuck there, forced to endure the tickles until Dazai thinks he's had enough.

Sorry if this is long, feel free to decline. Have an awesome day!

Tickletober day #18: Magic

Hsjdhskhdjsh I hope this is okay, writing a russian rat and suicide maniac together is quite challenging and after the latest season, I have a hard time visualizing them as romantic partners

I am a Dazai x Sigma believer ✌️

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Fyodor x Dazai (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Fyodor

Ler: Dazai

Warnings: Tickles!

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“You’re not so scary now, are you?~” Dazai teased, having pulled Fyodor onto his lap with ease and more importantly, without getting obliterated in the process thanks to his special ability.

“And look, I can even touch you all I want~” and just like that, Dazai���s hands started to playfully roam all over Fyodors torso.

Being touched like this was foreign to him, to say the least, but he didn’t plan on it to feel so damn ticklish!

“Oh, what’s this? Did I hit a sensitive spot?~” Dazai whispered teasingly close to the russian male’s ear, causing him to jolt upright.

“Tch, I don’t get sensitive” Fyodor let out a huff, trying to cover up the laughter that threatened to spill out of his lips. How foolish of him to think that Dazai would just leave it there, it is Dazai, after all. He thrives on other’s misery.

“Then surely you won’t mind if I do this, right?~” there was an evil smirk on Dazai’s face as his bandaged fingers found their way under Fyodor’s shirt, making sure to touch every inch of his torso.

“Mph!” his eyes instantly shut tight at the growing sensation, trying to squirm away from the offender, but he was too weak when in such a vulnerable pisition.

“C’mon, y’know you wanna laugh~” Dazai’s index finger poked it’s way to Fyodor’s navel, earning a startled gasp from the latter.

“Gah! Pfft! Ahahahaha! Dazai nohoho!” the damn finally broke and Fyodor’s laughter echoed across the room. His pale cheeks quickly turning tomato red as he tried and failed to control his reactions. How embarrassing! Someone so feared being brought down with something so childish, and yet, it didn’t feel all that bad to be touched so gently. Not like Fyodor would admit it out loud, but knowing Dazai, he already has an idea.

“Better get comfy ‘cause I won’t stop for a looong while!~” and thus, Dazai kept softly yet consistently tickling all over Fyodor’s belly and sides. Feeling like he was on cloud 9 for hearing such genuine laughter for once from this man. Even if neither voiced their enjoyment of this moment, it was pretty clear to anyone the giddy expressions they both wore.

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Update: After doing a very crack rp of me playing as Fyodor, I can say I believe in FyoZai love LMAO

[weekend-whip]

Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 2

Prompts: AU+Movieverse/Jay Recs! *vibrates at the thought of Jay content*

AU/Movieverse Recs:

if you could date any of the ninja, which one would you date?: Lloyd experiences the world's worst second-hand embarrassment and the rest of the ninja absolutely are not helping. Not actually shippy, just really funny and Lloyd has a (mostly) light-hearted hard time.

Reference Letters: Kai is tasked with recruiting some fresh talent to the Secret Ninja Force, and what starts as a joke to welcome Lloyd Garmadon into the squad turns into a genuine crusade for his friendship. The Green Ninja, however, is having none of that. (It goes exactly how you expect it to and gah it's beautiful. Kai and Lloyd duo forever!)

Who's the New Guy? He Looks Awfully Green: Movieverse fic in which Lloyd is the last to become a ninja, and the last to learn everyone else's identities. It's full of team-bonding (collectively and one-on-one!), hilarious Wu moments, and Movie!Lloyd being Movie!Lloyd ;w;)/

Jay Recs:

Unfortunately, You're Amazing: Jay faces the dilemma of *maybe* possibly kinda sorta having a small little totally non-consequential thing for Samurai X. But beyond that Jay just gets to be his dorky, smart, snarky, easily impressed self and it's so fun and delightful to read, I go back to it all the time!

Play to Win: An au/ canon divergent whump fic where Jay and Cole are roped into a round of Scrap-N-Tap...and that description does NOT do it justice, but if you like emotional tension, a heaping of personal distress, and a Jay who is unfortunately one step ahead of everyone else, you'll love this. Probably not for the faint of heart, definitely for the angsty daredevils (such as myself)

Jay and the Important Differences Between Spider Pokemon: Pokemon AU that explores Jay's "perplexing" fear of spiders post S6. A fascinating and fun idea for a plot, plus, there's Pokemon. it's all good stuff!

And She Wore Blue, Right?: Jay starts suddenly having reason to look into who his birth mother is...was. Hits just right for people who've always wondered how the show might have tackles this little interesting conundrum.

turtle or the hare: WOW I forgot I read this one aaaaaaaa BUT Jay inadvertently meets his bio mom in a rather...expected place. God their personalities are so similar yet mesh so well hnnnnnnnng (we could have had it aaaaaaall)

Jay and the Deafening Sound: ...this one's mine BUT I've got all three categories covered—extremely about Jay, takes place in the movieverse, and has shades of my legacyverse au to boot <3 Not-so long story short, Jay finds himself up against the main faction of the Shark Army all on his own and finally has a good excuse to pop off with his powers <3

this doesn't really have a title but it IS really very good: A scene or so where Jay and Kai spat over caring for each other too much and it's just such a beautiful depiction of their relationship, rocky tho it may seem ;w;)/

The Fantastic Mr. Walker: All these years later and it's still my favorite Jay-related thing to exist. Really gotta re-read it again so I can be delightedly distressed all over again <3

[scribblethemonkey]

so this one is loosely inspired by this prompt by @writing-prompt-s ⬇⬇⬇⬇

written on wednesday the 7th

Its longer than I normally do lol

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As a kid, Jei had always loved fountains, especially the idea of wishes. The arching water, the sounds, and the metallic smell of coins in the water.

Jei passed the Constebal Fountain on a walk and paused. She pulled a small bag labeled "fountain" out of her purse, and drew a coin out of the bag. A childhood habit that she never had the heart to break, she tossed the coin into the fountain, and made a wish.

I wish my world was a bit more magical, she thought.

It was her wish every time, but Jei was still hopeful, and she was still waiting.

(more under cut)

She walked up to the fountain and sat on the stone bench surrounding it. Reaching out to touch the water, Jei looked at the hundreds of coins in the base of the fountain, and thought of all the people who must have wished.

"Watch out!" a voice yelled behind her, and suddenly, Jei was knocked from her perch on the fountains edge and into the water.

Jei sat up, rubbing the back of her head. "Well, now I can check drinking fountain water off my bucket list," she grumbled to herself, "hope I don't die."

Jei got up and started heading home. When she got home, she ran into Mama, who always offered her a snack and smelled like whatever was cooking in the kitchen.

"You're wet!" Mama exclaimed, tutting at the state of her dripping hair. "I thought you were going to get an after dinner ice cream from the stands on the other side of the square."

"I was!" Jei protested, "but some jerk on a scooter knocked me into Constebal Fountain."

"Well, no use complaining over what is already done," Mama said, "Why don't you turn in early? Get a fresh start for tomorrow."

"K. see you tomorrow, Mama," Jei said as she headed up the stairs to her room. After a thorough shower to remove any remaining fountain water yuck, Jei flopped onto her bed, startling her cat, Cookie.

"What a crazy night, Cookie," Jei said, rolling over and scratching the cat as an apology. "I hope we get some good sleep tonight!" and with that, she rolled under the blankets and turned off the lights.

The next morning, Jei woke up more refreshed than she had since school started. She got up with a little bounce, and headed over to the bathroom to take out her retainers.

Nothing seemed to be wrong, until Jei caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. "Why is my hair blue?! It wasn't blue yesterday, and it's also curly now andohmygoshwhatshappenahhhhhhhhhhhh," she trailed off. Jei looked back at her reflection, fingering one of the blue ringlets (ringlets!?!?) softly. "What happened?" she wondered aloud.

"Definitely looks like magic to me," said a sarcastic male voice from below her. "Gah!" Jei started, and ended up tripping and falling into the bathtub. "Who was that?!" Jei yelled.

Cookie hopped up onto the sink and surveyed her position. "Heh. Well, you wouldn't happen to have drank any fountain water in the near past, right?"

[moodymisty]

Heyo hun! Just wanted to drop in and say that I am in love with your Darksiders Strife writing! Gah I just love him so much and it makes me so sad there is so little about him, please m’lord may I have more grool.

I would love to see how Strife met reader to begin with or even how they built up such a connection. Maybe even have it where they share a sense of humor and his siblings just groan saying that “It’s frightening how similar you two are” or even have strife save reader from a demon who attempted to use them as a way to draw out the horseman.

Anyways enough rambling! Love your work hun and I hope to see more about our boy Strife ❤️❤️❤️

Author's note: Ok I decided to combine your ideas with another I had tossing around in my washing machine of a mind. Your prompt was the perfect opportunity because I felt like they worked together. I hope you enjoy!

Relationships: Strife/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pre-relationship crushes/pining, Some verrrrryy light implications of overprotective Death or Death maybe even having a crush on reader but you'd have to get a microscope to see that, Firing Strife's gun, Fluff

Strife remembers the first day you met; Like it's one of the pioneering moments in his long, long life.

He knew of your importance to Death. The two of you get along, which is saying a lot considering the attitude of the eldest Horsemen. He couldn't even count on one hand the amount of beings that he could say that about. Strife would hesitate to even count himself among them.

When you'd gotten captured by demons, it was Death who tore his tongue from between his teeth and asked Fury, War, and Strife for assistance in the matter.

Strife had seen you sitting on the ground; A wounded leg that isn't deadly but enough to cause you trouble is visible, and he holstered one pistol to make helping you up easier. Your smaller hand wrapped around the sharp edges of his gauntlet, and you looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you Strife."

The horsemen of eternal unrest remembers that sentence vividly. As the moment you'd said his name, he was falling. But for a long while, he never did a thing about it.

You didn't seem to realize, but Death lingered around you at the back like a ghost. Constantly vigilant. He would never let him near you.

He wouldn’t; If he was Death. No one knows better than him what type of person Strife used to be. Cutthroats like him don't get to play around with fragile things like you. Even taking you on rides with Mayhem earns him an earful from the Reaper, who insists that he was too lax. That you’d end up getting hurt.

Death eventually acquiesced on it ever so slightly largely because you and him were quickly becoming attached at the hip, but Strife can still very much tell that the Reaper isn't fond of him being around you.

Well, fuck that. He's never been that good of a listener anyways.

"Hold on tight, I ain't gonna be the one telling Death you broke your nose."

Strife's much larger hand wraps around your own, which both hold onto Mercy's grip like a vice. His hand only forces them tighter, making extra sure that there's no chance the pistol can whip back into your face. Even with all this preparation however, you still have a hint of trepidation that the pistol is going to be too strong for you. It's overly large and looks almost hilarious in hands not meant for it, but you look down the iron sight with a fierce determination anyways.

It makes your nose wrinkle in this specific way Strife thinks is absolutely adorable, but he keeps the thought to himself. He thinks plenty of things about you are cute, this was just one of many.

"And just, pull the trigger?"

You know how a gun works, but given this is some magical Nephilim weapon, you just want to make sure that there isn't some sort of crazy, obscure thing you need to do so it doesn't blow up in your face. Better safe than sorry; And missing a finger.

"Yep." Strife pops the p and watches your index finger slowly pull back on the trigger, more and more before the forest that was peacefully quiet suddenly erupts with a frighteningly loud-

BANG!

He's fired these guns in your vicinity before, but it seems like when you're the one actually doing it, it's so much louder; As the sheer power of it has you doing a back step. The loud crack makes you nearly jump, before you begin to smile and laugh. The tree you were mildly aiming for is clipped on the side, splitting the bark and sending woodchips flying. Now smoke billows from the end of the gun's barrel, which you point downwards as you look up towards Strife.

"Holy shit, this thing's strong."

When you go to shoot it again you feel a cold gauntlet on your shoulder blades keeping you straight, as you fire shot after shot until your arms hurt from being so tense and shaken about. Strife stands right at your side the entire time, enjoying the way you laugh at the sheer shock and awe, and fun of it.

"And what exactly are the two of you up to this time?"

Death's voice cuts through the air like a knife, and Strife straightens up to look him in the eye. The Reaper's arms are crossed tight across his chest, and Harvester slung on his back in it's singular scythe form. He takes one glance towards the tree you've been shooting at and raises his eyebrows, before also noticing the way you're gripping a Nephilim weapon with all your strength. To think Strife had given it to you so casually.

"Just playing around. No need to get all pissy about it."

You can feel the way the air quickly fills with static between the two of them, glancing towards Death before you look back to Strife and hold Mercy out to him. You quietly request he do something with it so you won't shoot yourself in the foot.

"I want to try something." Strife takes the pistol from you and does what you ask, though there's a curious look to his eyes as he hands it right back to you.

It's sated quickly, as what you do is you do is attempt to spin it by the trigger guard, trying to replicate all the flourish you remember seeing in old western movies. When you manage to get a few successful rotations out of it, it's impossible not to smile and do a little congratulatory hop.

Death rolls his eyes.

"It's frightening how similar the two of you are."

Strife glances towards Death for a moment, and silently wishes for nothing more than for the Reaper to leave. Even if just for a minute more. Death's sentence gives you the exact opposite reaction however, as you step closer to Strife and look up at him.

"Partners in crime, right?" Your face and smile are expectant, happy, as your eyes dart over his mask. Strife claps a hand on the crook between your shoulder and neck and tugs you closer to him in a half-hug.

"Yeah! Partners." He doesn't miss the way Death visibly bristles the moment the word 'partners' leaves his lips. When he shifts from leaning on a hip to standing fully upright in preparation to walk away, Death nods towards you but speaks at Strife.

"Don't get her into anymore trouble than you already have." The gunslinger scoffs and rolls his eyes, shooing Death off with one gauntlet. Once the reaper is out of view you turn to Strife, raising your eyebrows. Mercy is in your hands pointed at the ground.

"The two of you really need to learn how to get along better."

If they were still mixing like oil and water after how many hundreds of years, Strife doubts they'll ever really get along. You being in the middle and a large point of contention doesn't help matters, even if you're totally unaware of that fact.

"I don't think that's gonna happen, princess."

He changes the conversation before you have the chance to entrench yourself more into it.

"Wanna give it another shot?" Pointing towards the tree you'd shot at previously he returns his hand to your shoulders, and breathes a sigh of relief when you become distracted again by attempting to play with weapons you really shouldn't be playing with in the first place.

He's got you all to himself for another moment, and he just wants to enjoy it.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 43- Part 7

Okay, that was step one, step two- time to make things even worse for this computer!

Oh, not even a “Yes” or “No” prompt? Just…goes automatically? Yeesh, imagine if someone with a Data Chip triggered this event by accident-

Yeah, yup, mm-hm, this is how my laptop acts on a daily basis, this is definitely normal.

Me too, computer.

GAH, WHAT THE-!? PORYGON WHY DID YOU GLITCH THE WORLD!?

Soooo, uuuh…yeah, that's the last encounter for right now! Porygon! I love Porygon, those who follow my blog should know this, I have a whole tag dedicated to appreciation of Porygon, but I am still very terrified of…whatever this glitchy Field is!

Okay, okay, let's just…take it slow, and start by paralyzing it like usual.

That's…just not correct…

But anyways, Glare™ was successful, so let's just try our first Ball? I don't feel comfortable using any moves on it lest I risk knocking it out, so…

NO, THAT WAS MY LUXURY BALL TOO! Now I have to use a boring ol’ Great Ball!

My first idea was to name it after some kinda coding language, but considering how…quirky some of them are (like- Java, Python, c'mon this guy deserves better than that), I just decided to name it after polygons. I've been rapid-firing these nicknames all day, my brain is becoming more deep-fried by the minute, cut me some slack.

Now, the last thing I wanna check is that new Department Store floor. According to the elevator lady, it's got type effectiveness Berries- but does it have all of them?

Yes they do! Oh, this is so great, I'll definitely have to keep this in mind for future battles, I don't care how expensive these fruits are they are useful! What say you, nameless woman?

I'd like some Berry Trees too, honestly- I just like running around watering and picking Berries from them, that was like a good chunk of the time I spent in Brilliant Diamond.

Alright, I'm satisfied with that, so it's time to get ready for Noel...again. I already discussed my theories and plans for him, but just in case you forgot (and it’s been a few chapters, so I wouldn’t blame you), here's the summarized version:

I already know Noel is gonna have a Clefable, so the other most likely candidates for his team are: Furret, Sawsbuck, Kangaskhan, Kecleon, Blissey, Pyroar, and/or Bewear.

Normal-types are only weak to Fighting, Ghost-types are immune to them and Rock- and Steel-types resist them, not to mention Grassy Terrain provides a boost to both Grass- and Fire-type attacks.

I’m bringing Riptide because he’s the partner Pokémon, Glare for Intimidate support, Bloom for the Growth boost and potential to do big special damage, Wulfrum for the quad resistance to Normal and as a possible Clefable counter, Vulcan as the designated Fighting-type and for the Field’s Fire attack boost, and Jack as the designated Ghost-type and for the Field’s Grass attack boost (on the physical side this time).

Got all that? Great, let's get the team back together! And…huh…

Wasn't that Thick Fat before? I mean Reckless is more accurate, that's what Emboar’s Hidden Ability is supposed to be, fair enough, but still- huh.

Anyways, team's back together:

Same items, Wulfrum with the Zoom Lens, Jack with the Elemental Seed, Vulcan with the Charcoal.

Also it's snowing again, that'll be fun to deal with. No, I'm not going to change the weather to something more advantageous for Xera, I'm only gonna use it for static Pokémon encounters.

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