#genuinely i want to know if the name of the fic was like. a coincidence

[loud-whistling-yes]

I suddenly very, very deeply relate to the undertale stronger than you discourse back in 2017

[mayearies]

✰ DRAMA KING

‘not to be dramatic or anything, but i’d die for you.’ -miles g. genre: fluff

warnings: just the mention of the reader having a brother a/n: alright no cause i contemplated this name for a while 😭 (@moonpiies would know also ty for her for this idea mwah mwah) and ill probably end up changing it later if i think of a better one also this is a pretty lazy fic

e42 miles had lost one of his airpods while over your house, around 6 months ago. he was devastated and remained pretty sad for the next few hours. hearing him whine about it was pretty funny though. but now, he was at your house again for a little study date to brush up on some subjects together. but there wasn't much studying going on cause, y'know.

—"i just remembered you wanted me to come over to study." "okay, but this is more fun? stickers now, study later."

you were both dolling each other up by putting random stickers on each others face and arms. for what reason? i don't know the idea just kind of came out of the blue. but you both were enjoying it. "so, how's the one airpod life treatin' ya?"

"shut up." "i mean genuinely." "so do i."

you knew he wasn't being serious. you two play a lot to know the difference between serious and playful. but that playful tone switched to a rather serious one when you both realized you were out of stickers. "there should be more in my brother's room. he's started liking hello kitty, strangely."

miles pointed to your pillows and sheets which were littered with hello kitty. "is it 'cause of you and all this?"

"i mean it might be. you never know for sure."

♡ rummaging through your brothers room, you stumbled upon more stickers, mission accomplished. maybe you were influencing him into your interests a little. 'maybe'? tell that to the 5 pages of stickers in his drawer.

♡ the thing is, you coincidently ran out of drinks. on the way to the kitchen you went, grabbing two cups and filling them to the brim with soda. on your way out, you stepped on something and heard a light pain in your foot. well, miles was gonna be happy for sure.

"i have a surprise." "oh no, i'm so interested." "don't play with me, you'll like it this time."

you pulled the missing airpod out your pocket and miles' face lit up with a mix of surprise and joy. "like you're sure-"

"yes, i'm sure. i'm the only one with airpods in this house and i keep track of them, unlike someone i know."

miles brought his lips to the back of your hand and kissed it all the way up to where you elbow was. then he hugged you. he doesn't do this unless he wants something. it was cunning, but sweet in a way or two. "would it be an exaggeration to say i'd die for you?"

"yes, actually." "what if i said i'd kill someone for you?" "thats not that much of an exaggeration. you've probably tried to do it once." "eh, maybe. possibly, even."

[mysadcorner]

Hii! I just saw that your asks are open, and that you write for Kingsman. Yesterday I discovered the two Kingsman movies and I watched them both, and now I'm obsessed with both Harry and Merlin.

I wanted to ask you for a Merlin or Harry fic (whichever you want) of angst and the grovelling trope. Like, maybe he has a terrible day and the reader tries to confort him, but he ends up snapping at her and telling her some real hurtful things and so he has to grovel *a lot* to earn her forgiveness or something like that :)

If you don't want to write it or you're too busy I completely understand :)

Also, if you do write it, please tag me, I don't want to miss it for the world <3

Ps: My name is Leyla and I'm also 20 lol what a coincidence haha

Harry Hart Grovelling For Reader Headcanons

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• Harry would never mean to offend you or snap at you in any way, so when he does it’s just as much of a shock to him as it is to you afterwards. He’s usually very calm and polite, even in stressful situations, so he must have been under a severe amount of stress to even snap at you unintentionally.

• Despite what others may think of him, he would absolutely grovel to you in private if you’re truly not willing to forgive him. It only takes one bad look for him to start trying to get on your good side again and will beg if he feels like he’s not getting through to you in private.

• It would get quite emotional for him, mainly due to him not being used to being vulnerable or exposing his deeper feelings quite often. He’s extremely reserved, so when his emotions do come out they’re quite powerful which shows how genuine his grovelling for forgiveness is.

• Not only is he going to grovel, but he’s also going to do things for you that may win back your favour or your forgiveness for him snapping at you. Small acts of service would be his way of expressing his affection, much easier than him showing emotion in various ways, so this would be one of the first things he would resort to if he can’t get through to you.

• The guilt would be visible on his face whenever he sees you, even if you have forgiven him. So, even if he’s done with the grovelling and begging for your forgiveness, he’ll still make it very much known that he’s sorry for whatever he said for you for quite a while after the incident.

• His behaviour is never reckless, but for you it can be in subtle ways. As a part of his grovelling he may put himself into more dangerous positions for you, or go out of his way to prove how much he cares for you while others may only suspect that he had a small slip up while in action or getting a job done, mainly because everyone knows how capable he is. It’s only after you forgive him that his small reckless actions end.

[kasaslovr]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  in which no girl has even looked his way so what makes him think you will. he's just not getting the hint that you want him to have little taste of your love

❈ warning: f!reader, college au, mutual & m!masterbation, fingering, praise, pet names, hair pulling?, teasing, he's like kinda subby at first then dom teehee, porn with plot. wc: 3.5k

❈ notes: i changed the concept oops, idk maybe ill write a fratboy!gojo fic later,  idk my friend was talking about how they dislike a playboy gojo so shoulder shrug. likes and reblogs r much appreciated mwahh anyway please enjoy my official first piece !

its not like he was hated, not at all. its just he never stood out and was never labeled anything more than basic. he just wanted to get through his college life peacefully. he didn't need those parties that lasted till 2am or those saturday night hookups which would leave him heart broken. sure he's had friends talk to him here and there, but he would never get super personal with anyone, ever.

it was a study hall in a library where there should’ve been just silent but instead, there would be students gossiping or making out in such a public place. how vulgar. he wasn't a nerd either, just an average guy honestly. he was finishing up notes that he could use for his next unit test, until the aroma of warm vanilla and marshmallows filled his nose, he usually wouldn't look, but he couldn't help it since it was right next to him. you were right next to him.

he slowly turned towards you and was met with such a winning smile with your head tilted and hand under your chin. your eyes were staring right at him like you were trying to see through his own eyes. you had the cutest cheeks he's ever planted his eyes on, they were just a little rosy and rose just a bit when you smiled at him. and your lips, they were beautifully plump with a little shine from your gloss and it was moving–shit you were talking and soon he was convinced. he's never had a taste of love like this before or ever.

“hello? i asked if we had biology together?” there was a concern look on your face, he snapped out of his thoughts and looked anywhere else besides your face. “uh i’m not to sure..” he responds with his hand reaching to the back of his neck, god you must think he's such a big loser cause of course he wouldn't know, all he does is keep his eyes down at his paper or at the floor.

a sign of nervousness. how cute you thought. you knew satoru was in your class, of course you did, ever since you transferred all you wanted was a new start and to live out your life so you did that, went to any party possible and made as many friends as you could while sticking with old ones. but there's one thing you wouldn't do and that was to let just any guy to have a taste of your love, you were gonna be in the one to control who you want to love and such and you chose him. gojo satoru.

“gojo right? i’ve definitely seen you around, you feed those cute cats behind the building!” you exclaimed, way louder than he would've liked and loud enough to  make his ears red. “uhm yeah..look are you following me around for fun or something because there are more entertaining things to do.” he suddenly felt discouraged like he wants to cry or never find someone attractive again.

“no no no, of course not! that was just by coincidence and since then i kinda told myself ‘i have to get to know such a cute and sweet guy.’” you said smiling ever so sweetly. what did you just say? cute? sweet? he's never seen himself in such way nor has anybody else, maybe when he helps the old ladies open the door or when his friends sees adorable baby photos of him, but he's never felt these kinds of butterflies about it before.

“you-you think im cute?” he turned towards you again to see if there was any sign of jokingly behavior, but no, you were being genuine. “yeah i do. i’m y/n, i think i need to be caught up on stuff in biology and you seem pretty smart so maybe if you wanna stop by my dorm sometime and help out i would totally appreciate it, im in room 318 in wing c.” you informed, you were starting to feel a little nervous now cause what if he thought you were just messing with him or gave him stalker vibes, you didn't want that at all. 

yes. a million times yes. he thought, he got so excited that he all of sudden stood up, giving you quite a shock, but made you giggle a little and he found his favorite sound ever. “yes i will..i mean i will take you up on that offer. is there a certain time or day you'd like me to go over?” he asked, he didn't think you guys were gonna be at that point where he could just go into your room anytime soon. “hmm doesn't matter to me, i’m never really busy.” you shrugged and now he's thinking of showing up tomorrow morning, but soon he’s interrupted by an alarm on your phone.

“shit! i’ve got lessons, here,” you grabbed a pen off of his notebook and wrote your number in the corner with a little heart. “now you should contact me whenever. i’ll see you around.” you smiled and wave then left the library while adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder. gojo put your number in his phone as soon as he could, in case he forgot of course, but how could he? you've made his day maybe his whole week–hell his entire month. he gathered up his stuff and walked to his dorm quickly.

he searched for his keys in this bag which were usually hung on his tiny key chain that geto gave him, he likes to deny him and gets undying friendship, in reality he was his best friend and almost brother, but gojo denies it all. he opens   the door and expects to see geto laying on the couch with a bag of chips on the couch and a Red Bull on the little coffee table, but no there was a small post, which geto stole from satorus room of course, it on the fridge saying ‘heyy im out to go bang a super hot chick from wing b, she's so hot and let me tell you when her boobs were bigger than my hands, i had to get in on that lmaoooo see ya tmrw - super hot playboy sugaru’ gojo had to blink of couple times until he reacted to it, he gagged with disgust and rolled his eyes, ripped off the note and threw it in the trash.

geto was almost the opposite of gojo, get had plenty of people follow him, guys he played sports with and some who just thought he was cool and wanted to tag along, there were girls too and they had the smallest articles of clothing and would throw themselves onto geto, it was almost like geto was some kind of cult leader. gojo chuckled at the thought, no way. what makes geto different is that he was kind and acknowledged everyone around him. 

gojo opened the door, turned on the lights and set his glasses on the table, grabbed some clothes that looked comfy and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower early since he ended sweating lots more than he usually would. after a half hot half cold shower since college bathing is shit he decided he would order some KFC knowing geto wouldn't be here to steal everything in the bag. gojo knew it was gonna take a while so he went into his room, closed door and lights off. some him time after a long day of classes.

soon satoru got curious, he was thinking back on gets note, did you know him?hes quite popular so maybe, but you were new so he was conflicted. gojo opened his instagram that he barely uses and only got it cause geto forced him to, but he logged onto his account with only 14 followers and got to searching, he went to gets that he has around 10 times more followers than gojo, but he doesn't mind since he doesn't even post anything. he went to search for your name in getos follower list and there you were, gojo felt his heart leap out of his chest of what? he doesn't know just yet. he's excited he found your account even if its a bit stalkerish, but you followed geto so were you using him to get with his roommate. he hopes not, he prays not.

with trembling fingers he pressed your account, he examined your account. your profile picture was a cute mirror picture with a white sweater on and studying something and you used a table mirror to take the picture, it was so cute, he moved onto to your recent post and he felt his heart drop even farther down and his eyes slightly widen. its you, of course, in a tiny blue swimsuit a two piece to be specific. 

there's three different photos, one of them is you closing your eyes with your knees bent onto the sand and hands cupping your own face and squishing your breast together, it must be unintentional, it has to be because gojo wouldn't know what to do with himself if it was on purpose almost like you knew he was gonna see this and get the hardest boner he's ever received in his life, he swiped to the left, not to exit but to look at the next picture. you're by the shore now and it looks like you're walking with a hand out and another holding your hat to cover your face and finally the last one. youre in the water just above thigh length and you're facing the sunset and your ass is on full display.

gojo couldn't do it anymore, either he was to go throw his phone away and take another cold shower or die because you were just so breathtaking, he scrolled to the first one and he didn't mean to look at your breast, but he didn't and then getos note came into mind again, damn geto, could his hands fit over your boobs? he had to do something about his problem. with his phone in one hand and his other snaking down to pull down his sweatpants, his dick was already leaked with precut ever since he found your account.

he used his thumb to spread the precut around tip to down to the base then back up. his mind was racing and imagining how would you play with his cock. would you make him beg for it? edge him over and over again until there's tears pooling in his eyes? or maybe you would make his sit on his knees like how are in that first pic and make him eat you out without any hands as you play with his cock and just use him as you please. all these fantasies has made his hand speed up and his groans louder now becoming words as he gets lost into wanting you so badly. “f-fuck..wanna cum inside you, baby.” he threw his head back and soon dropped his phone not even caring if it broke. his other hand ran through his hair then moved it down to his chest where he played with his nipples over his shirt, he's never masterbaited like this before, never with this much emotion. 

he was so close, pants and boxers by his ankles and the ends of his shirt caught in between his teeth. he wasn't taking it slow anymore, he just wanted to cum and the shlick slapping noises have just gotten wetter and almost heavier. he was pinching and pulling on his nipples now, they're both red and swollen, but it only adds to his pleasure. his face was red with blush and sweat built up on his forehead while moaning and whimpering your name over and over again like a prayer. would you moan his name like this? imagine you getting lost into so much pleasure where your toes are curled and eyes are crossed and screaming his name with moans followed right after, oh to make you feel that good. it got him painting his hand white and your name on his tongue. he felt his breath staggering back to normal as he cleaned up and when he completely snapped back into reality he wondered how was he supposed to face you.

its been 2 weeks, 5 days, 6 hours, and 27 minutes since gojo spoke to you. of course you've tried to say something to him, but he gets all flustered and leave or ignore you if he must. its really throwing you off so you text him. “hey gojo! could u come over and help me over this unit, but if ur busy that's ok, i don't wanna bother u. just lmk! <3” and sent, you hope your words can convince him to stop whatever phase he is in to talk to you.

gojo is sitting on his bed with his glasses off and hands on his face. what was he supposed to do? you sounded so distressed and he wants to help you, he truly does, but how can he face you when he's done something so lewd. ok fuck it, he has a plan he’ll result to pointing and yes and nos that's easy enough. he grabbed his textbooks and shoved them in his bag and rushed out the door and storming over to your room.

around 20 minutes later he's appeared in front of your door with three quick and panicked knocks. when you open the door you can see his face flushed with red from speed walking his way here and his breath is heavy. you say something first “i didn't know you were coming, i would've changed.” you joked, maybe lighting the mood would make him feel better, but all he did was scan you from your brown slippers to your biker shorts and at your black bra and he gulped “would you like to come in?” you asked him and he nodded. 

this was getting quite annoying. you didn't really need to study since you were pretty smart anyway, but your love for gojo hasn't left at all, you still find him the sweetest guy ever and really adorable and you thought inviting him over would settle things, but the tension only grew. until you stood up and asserted your dominance. 

“okay satoru, i don't know what's been going on with you or why you won't talk to me at all, but if i did something im sorry and if i didn't then what the fuck! i feel like im putting all this effort to be with you and you all of sudden don't give a shit about me!” you shouted almost on the verge of tears. it wasn't your first round of rejection, but to be ignored and humiliated like this was a first and you hated it and felt strong urges to just punch his face if he continued to portray this silent treatment. 

“i..i uh” he stutters, god you can feel tears dripping down your face. “do you hate me or something?!” you asked, not even caring if the neighbors next door are listening in. “no! i don't, its just..i really like you and i don't want be a loser in front of you and i was stalked your instagram and ended up jerking off to one of your photos and im sorry!” he confessed with a panicked expression. why did he admit that? his confession was also lame as fuck? was he in middle school? gojo felt so light headed suddenly and closed his eyes shut and braced himself for a punch anywhere on his body and he held his face. 

he's never felt such way for someone before and this time it was his fault that they were gonna walk away. he hates himself so much right now and wishes he wasn't some weird loser kid and wishes he was someone more popular, more social, more like geto. 

when he peered through his fingers he saw your face and you were..laughing? why? he just told you the most shameful things he's done in his life and you laugh. “sorry sorry, you know because its you i don't mind.” you blush a little while wiping your tears. “and i like you too if you couldn't tell..” you mumbled, finally gaining eye contact with him. he's looking down and playing with his fingers, he's confessed to girls before, but for someone else to want him first. it makes his self confidence sky rocket honestly.

“im still sorry for what i did, but can i ask you for something?” he asked, you nodded slowly, truly having no idea on what it is, “can i kiss you?” he asked shyly and you didn't even responded, you couldn't tell what was moving faster, your mind racing a million times per hour or feet rushing to put your lips on his. it was nowhere close to shy or calm. it was kiss full of madness, want, lust, and love. with noses colliding teeth clashing with one another, and tongues only making the kiss less collective and messy. 

you grabbed his hand and led him into your bedroom without breaking off the kiss, you locked the doors and turned off the lights only leaving your little yellow lamp on your table as a light source. “off. i wanna see you.” he said his voice hoarse from being breathless while trying to rush you, you worked as quick as you could only for satoru to help you as you shoved your pants off he got your top and latched his mouth onto one of perky nips and playing with the other, he closed his eyes and moaned loudly without any shame which caused vibrations through your body adding to the pleasure. “satoru, baby lemme make you feel good too, please.” you moaned softly while trying to get his pants off, anything to return this favor of lust, he pulled off for a split second just to take his shirt off and as soon as that was off he continued ti mark your body with big red splotches that will soon turn people in due time and all over your neck and finally his pants came out and before you could make a move on him, he grabbed your hands

“show me. right now how you play with yourself. put a show on come on.” he encouraged, letting your hands go then peeling off his boxers, slowly moving his wrists up and down his leaking dick. while watching him it felt like your mind was on autopilot, you slipped off your panties and gathered some wetness that has been developed from the kissing and such. you didn't care that you making a mess everywhere, spreading your juices all over your already drenched until you stick a finger in, moaning so light almost with a relief cause the sensation was just so good. then another one, but it wasn't enough your fingers couldn't reach into the deep spots your toys usually could, but why do you need it when you have one right in front of you. with his mouth agape and his abdomen flexing and a flush covering his entire body, to the tip of his cock to the blades of his shoulder. “t-toru s’not enough. want your dick now.” you whined, wording slurring as your brain turned into mush. 

his eyes traveled down to your messy cunt and there was a faint smirk on his face. “oh needy little thing, you want me to help you out, sweetheart. you gotta open those cute legs of yours further then.” he said letting go of his crimsoned tip cock and taking the fingers that were in your pussy to spread them farther and when he saw the sight, he felt the wind knocked out of his chest. all he could do was stare. “stop looking, ‘s embarrassing” you mumbled looking away, honestly the fire in the bottom of your stomach only grew as he continued to play with your pretty little pussy.

he moved your fingers away as he plunged his own right in without an ounce of hesitation. he wasn't being gentle at in nor nice. he wasn't your toy, you were his and he loved it like that. “ill look if i wanna, ‘s mine now isn't it? tell me, pretty girl, who's your cute lil pussy gushing all over for?” he was merciless and he didn't hold back, not at all. “you! satoru! its yours, ‘m all yours, please wanna cum!” you were so close, moans only got louder and higher in octaves at that point, “’s lucky you're so cute, cum for me, baby.” he says leaning in to kiss you and your swollen lips from deep heavy kisses and from biting on it to keep quiet, though it didn't work in the slightest. he moved his head down back to your neck, he loves this taste of you and he’ll never ever get enough.

with your hands in his hair and a slight tug, you came and it completely drenched the sheets and almost the entirely of his hand, as your brain became cleared of fog and passion you rested your weight on satoru only for him to push you down and get on top of you and the feel of his tip kissing your clit, teasing your already worn out cunt. 

“you thought we we’re done? nah baby ive gotta taste more of your love.” 

[red-riding-wood]

I’m so sorry about what happened to you and so many others. Disgusting misogynistic behavior. You all deserve so much better ):.

Also sending this bc I do believe he has made two new accounts. Drcranessweetestdoe and monsterfromthewoods. I have no proof these are him ,but it just strikes an absurd resemblance to his writing and he seemed to interact with both of them a few weeks ago. The first one hasn’t blogged in weeks either. Just seems strange. Once again though, I could be wrong. Just something for everyone to stay weary about. Stay safe ❤️

Thank you for the well wishes, anon! I really do appreciate you reaching out. <3

From my conversations with @drcranessweetestdoe, she does not behave like Kill (nor does her writing style compare to his), and I am pretty positive he is incapable (or at least very bad) at taking on different personalities since I believe I witnessed his attempt with the second account you mentioned. Aurora is very sweet, and she used to be a fan of Kill's writing and mine. I don't want people to be suspecting her of foul play because I do believe she is genuine. Kill has a pattern of reblogging fics as a way of seeing what victims he can latch onto and I see that as a coincidence with his reblog of Monster's.

As for @monsterfromthewoods... I was hesitant to make a callout, mainly because no one has actual solid proof that he is Kill. But, there is too much evidence for me to ignore, and I wanted to give my honest opinion and observations. Monster, if you are not this person, feel free to reach out and vouch for yourself, and if I am wrong, I am deeply sorry.

Fuck that. As I was typing this message up, I decided to check my DMs and noticed that my friend had said that he gave her the same name that, as of this morning, was revealed to me as his actual name along with his real picture and Facebook profile. That really sealed the deal for me. Here is the rest of my evidence to prove that this is "Kill":

Monster followed my friend around the same time that she blocked Kill.

Monster followed me the same day that I sent Kill a confrontational message, calling him out for his lies and pleading with him one last time for medical treatment and answers.

From the posts on Monster's account, and the one comment I know he made on my friend's post, his personality exactly fits Kill's. This is why I said I do not think he is capable or likely to be able to craft a believable persona.

Monster made a post about suicide, and a pro-Palestine post, the former of which Kill discussed with me a lot and the latter my friend pointed out as suspicious since Kill was also very strongly pro-Palestine. Seeing as Monster doesn't have that many posts yet on his blog, this isn't irrefutable evidence but it is very coincidental.

Lastly, I actually did my best to analyse and compare Kill and Monster's writing, since I had recalled a few things that stuck out to me when I read Kill's writing. Him and Monster share many similarities with their writing habits/consistencies. They are as follows (the examples listed are from 18+ content so please do not view if you are a minor):

Use periods and exclamation marks -- but never commas -- as punctuation to end dialogue tags.

Starter dialogue tag always facing outward. Like: ”So... Tight”

Tend to each use a snapshot style of writing, favouring incomplete sentences with frequent use of periods. Examples: K: "His mind, usually so sharp. Focused and organized like the most expensive machines. A killing machine, that worked in perpetual motion, living off killing, adrenaline used like a drug." M: "Your dear, understanding doctor. Doctor Jonathan Crane, who laughed out loud suddenly a couple moments ago. The dark colour covering his exotic looking eyes as he revealed his real nature to you."

Similarly, they both tend to avoid using possessive pronouns and determiners. Examples: K: "_ Pale, little pussy peaked from between her thighs." M: "The scars covering _ man's pale skin," _ = absence of "her, that, the," etc.

Often use adverbs after verbs in a way that feels out of place.

Capitalise after ellipses, always.

"Y/n" always has a lowercase "n".

Sometimes use three ellipses, often use only two.

Use "pants" but never "trousers".

Yeah, so, I may have spent way too much time on this. And I think most of this is redundant, now, especially after the name revelation, but still, I put work into it and didn't want it to go to complete waste lmao. I also had no idea until I was tagged today that apparently there are programs that do this sort of thing for you. Oops.

[togament]

Hi Bibi, i just want to say you’re doing amazing and your post are literally ADDICTING. I was a little worried because I didn’t know if Wind Breaker would get a lot of attention on Tumblr yk? (Just because it’s new) AND YOU CAME AND SAVED ME. I love you, your brain, and your page. Please keep going and I WOULD LOVE to hear your thoughts on new episodes/chapters (only if you want). Thank you for feeding my delulu brain. Hugs 🫂

OH YOU SWEETHEART COME HERE YOU!!!! 🫂 I’M NOT CRYING I SWEAR.

thank you for the kind words dhdjkd i don’t know if i’m worthy of such praise too like—everyone leaving cute (and unhinged ofc) stuff in the tags and in my inbox gets me all giddy and blushy and!!!!!! Seeing you guys enjoying my stupid ramblings means the absolute world to me (i see you guys in the tags and i read every single one. Love you you freaks 😏) fun fact, I only started writing fics on this account and only for windbreaker so all the interactions and thirsty feedback I get genuinely, genuinely makes my heart do the boom boom. So smooches to every one of you!!!!!! (only if you want them. you could exchange it for a headpat if you want ig)

ok enough of the sappy stuff. WINDBREAKER TIME!

windbreaker blowing up on tumblr is so so so well deserved. i was genuinely shocked because it took a little bit for the hype to catch on???? the seiyuus are literal legends (in my eyes hehe), the animation’s SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HELLO!??, the op and ending song aren’t ass??????? I’m super excited for what’s to come for our fandom and the anime. ALSO fun fact, I have the fattest crush on Umehara Yuichiro so him voicing Togame literally brought me to my god damn knees, bro. I’m expecting Eguchi Takuya to secure a character too bc ofjfkdkd his voice would be perfect for a villain.

also may or may not have picked windbreaker up bc I saw a character named Kiryu and an eyepatched character and I 😮👈😮👈 YAKUZA REFERENCE!!!!! (probably not but the coincidence is silly to me)

I’m not super caught up on the anime (on episode 7 atm!) I wanna savor every episode and binge them back to back (also bc my hubby’s got so much screentime I wanna savor that him EVEN MORE YUM YUM YUMMY). Caught up on the manga though and I Have Thoughts.

(spoilers under the cut)

the endo fight’s scaring me, man. also super fucking worried about ume bc WE HAVEN’T SEEN HIM FOR SO LONG??? the chair throw spooked me. also worried about ume’s vegetable garden. I know it’s getting trampled to shit. also very worried about sakura. he’s getting all banged up by endo, his nose is probably broken now wtf he was bleeding SO MUCH.

chika’s scary too. both him and endo. i honestly don’t know what’s gonna happen next like, they’re both so unpredictable and unhinged that my butthole’s clenching in sheer terror.

I’m also very concerned about suo. WHY HAVE WE NOT SEEN HIM EATING (or maybe I’ve missed a panel lol) but with every food offer he’s ever been given, he turns them down. also the fact that we only know him on a surface’s surface level even when he’s one of the main boys is scaring me. we’re 140+ chapters deep and not one single suo morsel for us to nibble on. I don’t want a betrayal thing happening ok lol that would be my tipping point i fear.

OKAY I WAS RAMBLING TOO MUCH AHDHSHAHHA

if you guys want me to yap about a chapter or an episode or potential seiyuus for other characters or if you just want my thoughts on things (i am a Certified Yapper), i am directing you to the askbox! This was super fun!! Extremely forgetful too so this could help me remember all the stuff that’s happened so far.

thank you so much again for sending over an askkskfnnxnx heaven knows i needed a little pick me up today. you delivered and made my entire day, sweetheart!!!!! Ily!!!!!!! 🥹

[decepti-thots]

for the director's cut ask meme, if you fancy it: the bit in ch 3 with Thundercracker. (If you don't fancy it, anything you do want to do would be cool...)

(This is the fic in question- as Jariktig says, the scene in question is the second of chapter three!)

So I really wanted to get Senator Shockwave in that fic, which I assume is obvious from the fic itself, lmao. Because, well, I think the idea of Mesothulas knowing him pre-Shadowplay is great, and just very funny in general. So I knew I was going to be somehow tying Mesothulas to the academy, not as a student but in some way.

Anyway, one of the things I really like that rarely comes up in fandom is that Thundercracker and Skywarp were students at Shockwave's like… X-Men ripoff school- and it really does not sound as fun from Skywarp's perspective as it looked in Shadowplay, huh? Skywarp believes that a) the primary interest was in 'poking and prodding' them, not helping them, and b) that there was as much prejudice against them as fliers as there was anywhere else. Which, sure, he might himself be biased towards negativity, but I thought that was interesting, the contrast between the very rosy view Shadowplay presents versus what Skywarp, who doesn't get to be the main character, finding it unpleasant. So I wanted to nod at that underappreciated bit of canon, and I knew I'd have Mesothulas interact with SOMEONE in the lab as a cameo, and that gave me two options.

…I couldn't see Skywarp giving a shit about science tbh, so I gave it to TC, haha. He's not really there to 'study', or anything; actually, I think I noted he was probably there making deliveries somewhere in my outline? (Skywarp mentions they were used, as fliers, for 'transport' a lot.) He hangs around talking to people, was the idea, asking people about what they're doing out of genuine if somewhat under-educated curiosity.

Anyway, I wanted to establish Mesothulas as a very clear outsider who is just sort of constantly worming his way into spaces he doesn't really belong in, and demonstrate that for all Shockwave is affable in private towards Mesothulas, he would much prefer nobody come into contact with his little side project, and why. And so: the Thundercracker cameo.

Bitstream is, of course, a real character; the name given to the not-quite-Thundercracker blue seeker character in the intro to the G1 series. Thundercracker's not really being fair, is he- telling them apart is possible (solid blue torso vs grey torso), but let's be real. I enjoy bringing up Hasbro's tendency to turn EVERY tiny background G1 generic into a named character in their desperate ongoing quest to justify releasing 3763585 seeker toys; it's my favourite hobby. (One thing that was a total coincidence; in IDW2, he does in fact work for Shockwave, a fact that totally slipped my mind- but I suppose in this fic he must do too, if Mesothulas knows of him!)

[real-total-drama-takes]

As someone who has recently started posting Aleheather fics on AO3, I've got a bit of a dilemma in my hands and I don't know what to do. I'm looking for some advice/guidance because I may be overthinking things but I still can't shake off my suspicion so, if this isn't appropriate to ask, I get it and I'm sorry.

I posted an Aleheather angst fic recently and got an odd comment (something like "Al brought it on himself, am I expected to sympathise with him?" which is completely tame but it struck me as odd because it wasn't really a positive comment and there were no tone indicators used but, to be clear, I don't think the user meant it maliciously) from a user who writes TD fics as well so I chalked it up to poor phrasing and responded by explaining how the fic was meant to convey the complexity and intricacy of Aleheather's relationship and how it wasn't meant to portray a specific character as the villain or the victim.

Maybe I'm looking too deeply into this but that exact user then wrote an Aleheather angst fic which was a little too familiar and I'm going to list some reasons as to why but I genuinely don't think they're trying to do any harm, it just bothers me a little and I'm new to TD fanfic writing so I may be overreacting and if so, please let me know!!

My fic was written to focus on Aleheather and one of the competitors he had flirted with in TDWT, that user's fic was also centered on Aleheather and that specific competitor. I had written something like "[Character's name] meant nothing to Alejandro" and that user's fic also explicitly stated that. My fic was part of my angst series and I had started it awhile ago. That user created an angst series that was titled with exactly the same series title. Each word had an upper case letter to begin with and everything. I really don't want to add this last bit as it may give away my AO3 username but it's kind of important. In my fic's notes, I stated that the title of my fic was supposed to be the last line of it but I changed it and simply made it the title as it felt right to me. That user's fic title is the last line of their fic. The series title, the fic title, the storyline, the comment; they could simply be coincidences but I'm not sure. I don't know what to do because, while fic writing is supposed to be lighthearted and a way to gain inspiration from another's work, this doesn't feel like a coincidence and I feel like the user is basically copying my fics and I'm not sure if I'm being dramatic or if I could be right???

I'm sorry if this was too long, I just really need an opinion on this :((

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[lifeofkaze]

"Where We'll Go From Here" or "Where the Hell I've Been"

l don't think there's ever been a post writing which has hurt as much as this one, but, well, let's get it over with.

Those of you who follow this blog (and have for a while) will maybe have noticed that I've become rather quiet, lately. Have for a while, actually, but increasingly so since the beginning of 2023.

There's been reasons for this, of course. Looking at my history since starting this blog a little over 2 years ago, I've made well over 9.000 posts, written and completed 3 multichapter fics of over 100k words each, contributed heavily to a fandom-wide project, and written over 100 (jeez...) published or unpublished short stories.

My life has changed significantly since I started all this. The baby I had then has grown into a very active child, lockdowns have ceased, and I'm back at work again. I've made some fantastic friends on here, some of which I lost again and some of which went beyond anything I could ever have imagined finding on the internet. And not only I have changed - the fandom has, too. Maybe that's what's changed the most.

And, truth be told, I'm tired. Being an active part of this changed fandom has turned me into a perpetually anxious person, who is always somehow occupied with all the drama that is going on here or behind the scenes - so much so that I struggle to actually be present where it matters.

I've become so tired that I fail to find the excitement I used to feel for both my work and the work of others. I have lost the energy to give my stories and characters the focus they need and deserve, and the prospect of diving into another multichapter project positively petrifies me. And I hate it. I hate it being like this.

There's so many things that make me tired. So many things that have gone wrong and weigh on me, even though I usually only let a very small number of people know. I'm tired of competing for faceclaims, attention, of being part of a system where all you can ultimately do is lose. Either you further the ridiculousness by being part of it, or you try to be the better person and sit there with your frustration until the wish to see good in everything and everyone turns to something impossible to uphold.

Over the last two years, my work and I have been mocked, dragged, and even downright plagiarised. Sometimes it happened to my face, sometimes behind my back, where it was impossible for me to see were it not by coincidence. Of course, there's also so many good things that have happened. The friendships - the deep, deep, genuine friends I've made - the excitement about each other's content, about bringing into existence a little world that is there only for us and our happiness.

But, as it usually is in life, sadly, the bad tends to overshadow the good, and every mean word, every accusation, everything that's happened has been eating away at me for a long time, and it's finally become too much for me. I tried fighting the pessimism by working harder, by being better, by putting pressure and perfectionism on myself and my work where it's wrongly placed. As a result, I've lost my passion for what I used to love most. I used to write from my heart, and now, it's all my head. Writing has become a chore I need to tick off my list to hasten on to the next project, the next short, the next challenge, the next big story, comment, reblog, ask... all to show everyone and myself that the bad things can't touch me if I only focus hard enough.

And now, there are no words left in me. They have dried up, at least for now.

So...

What happens now?

Firstly, I'll wrap everything I have in an active publishing stage, namely A Search for Balance and Before the Spark. I will also try and stick with the 12 Months of Magic challenge, but no promises on that. And after that?

Truth is, I don't know.

I know that I'm not done with my stories. What I don't know is whether my stories are done with me. I have so much more I want to tell you, so much more that is already planned and prepped. I want to experience all these stories together with you, but if the spark is gone, it's gone, and I'm too tired to run after it for now.

I will take some time to step back and reassess. Gather my words and see what I can salvage from the rubble. I need to relearn being imperfect, writing for fun instead of form. I need to find my excitement again, for my stories as well as all of yours.

I don't know if I'll be gone entirely. Knowing me, probably not. What I do know is that I need to relieve the pressure this hobby has turned into. I want to be here when I want to, and not because there's things I need to react to, and networking to be done, and stuff I mustn't miss. My blog remains open, my characters available, I invite you to tag me if you think I might like something. I will answer comments. I will play games. I will reblog stuff I like. I will post stories, if I feel like it.

I don't want to leave, just breathe.

I will try and save as many of your stories as I can, and I will read them when I want to (and oh boy, I WANT to). It might be that you won't get a reblog, or a comment-less reblog, not because your work isn't worth it to me, but because it's the best I can offer you atm. I'm not happy with it, but it is what it is, and I can't change it.

And if all this means your engagement with my stories will take dive... well, so be it. That's something I can't change either. I just wanted to be honest with you.

I do hope that everything will return to normality once everything slows down a little and that my stream of words hasn't run dry for good. I really, honestly do.

And if you actually took the time to read this sermon of a rant that was never intended to be this long (some things don't change after all, eh?) - I love you. From the bottom of my heart.

Take care, everyone 💛

[pinewoodpipit]

One thing I’ve noticed across many of your fics is that Fade/Hazal seems to relate a lot to wolves- it pretty evident with ur Dark Materials au art and her Daemon (?) being in the form of a Wolf (forgive me I haven’t read the series / know much about it)

But anyways; I’ve noticed in quite a few she seems to be connected or associated with wolves. Like being a literal Werewolf in Bloodwritten Silver, the wolf daemon, the wolf attack in Cowboy AU

Is it a coincidence in that Wolves Are Cool (I agree) and you just want to include that kind of thing- especially the werewolf vibe? Or is it relating to something else, like how she tends to be a “lone wolf” kind of person? Or even kind of a funny bit with how Neon is a dog person?

Just curious as her motif in Val is all about cats and I can be totally reading too much into this lmaoooo

Haha you're right, and this has been pointed out to me before privately! It's a little of both reasons you've listed - genuine reason with story-based intent, combined with me just liking wolves.

In Bloodwritten Silver, I knew I wanted to write a werewolf au and Fade just seemed to fit the storyline best. Fade's the type to hide away her problems, keep to herself, and probably hide until she eventually snaps and lashes out, which fit a werewolf pretty well, I think. It would lead into her being such a loner; distrustful of herself and her lack of impulse control, hating herself for her anger issues, and also it made for fun added angst since, as you put it, with her family gone she's now a "lone wolf", which would be a pretty terrible thing for any social creature to deal with.

In cowboy au, I chose wolves for a few reasons - namely just because I like them, but also they're a common enemy in RDR2 (a large inspiration for this fic). John Marston in that game is attacked by wolves and I thought it would be a nice tie-in to that, and I could justify why the wolves would be desperate enough to attack both her and her brother, because with the world rapidly expanding, wolves would be being choked out of their hunting territories and going hungry very quickly. It makes sense that a starving pack of wolves would be desperate enough to try and hunt a human living out in a tent in the woods.

In HDM AU, I chose a wolf daemon for her because they're sly hunters, like her, and also wolf daemons in HDM are usually associated with a band of mercenaries in the books so I wanted to show a wolf character who isn't from that group. I had a few other options for a daemon for her - I did think about a cat, but I actually thought it'd be more fun to make Neon's daemon feline (hence the cheetah) since it's a string that could start pulling them together. She likes cats, Neon's daemon is a cat; it's something small, but small things can be meaningful, too. Another option for her daemon could have been a crow, which I liked for the "bad omen" symbolism and how easily they could spy on people, but other characters already have quite a few bird daemons (like Jett with a gyrfalcon and Deadlock with a snowy owl), so I wanted something a little different for her. I like that a wolf and cheetah are pretty similar in size, too, so they can more easily snuggle (and yes, there WILL be daemon snuggles in this fic).

Grey wolves are also Turkiye's national animal, which is a coincidence which I only learned about after I was already deep into writing Bloodwritten Silver, but I think it's a fun one.

[lenievi]

snw #9 (rewatch)

- hmmmmmmmmmmmmm La’an said she was with Dr. Sanchez, a headshrinker... is it the same Dr. Sanchez that was in TOS or is it just a name coincidence again (like Mitchell + Mitchell - even though we don’t know if that is just “a same name no relation” yet). Like Kyle is there now and will be in TOS too [like there’s nothing wrong with having same names, because people have same names without any relations, but it’s fiction].

- I still hate that they made Sam Kirk be the one insulting Spock (I mean as long as they also make it a thing with Jim Kirk at least once or twice in snw, then I’ll take it back, but if they ignore that Kirk was all “Will you try for one moment to feel? At least act like you've got a heart.” in WNMHGB then like it’s just erasing so much from their relationship) [I just want them to respect that Kirk wasn’t always respectful towards Spock; he did not understand Spock from the get go; sure he was impressed, he was intrigued, they bonded over loyalty, duty, mutual admiration, and chess, but Kirk was not 100% respectful until the very end. Still funny that their last conversation ever ended with Spock being “don’t be insulting” because Kirk called him human.]

- ah, okay, it was not just Hemmer’s death that affected Spock. It was Duke’s, too, and his own helplessness, then lowering his shields and then not being able to get them up again. I wonder if that will still continue in s2 (would probably explain a few things in the trailers). Kinda feels like they aim to completely break Spock, in order for him to become tos!Spock, but I feel like they forgot that Spock was still quite emotional at the beginning of s1 - smiling and shouting, still being quite violent etc. But we’ll see, maybe it’ll track. The thing is... Spock had a breakdown in Discovery, Kirk’s 5ym led him to Gol to purge his emotions*, and now they want to break him in order to make him less emotional... it just feels a bit too excessive

I guess this post is still very relevant...

* maybe that’s why they made it a point that it’s something all Vulcans do, so it doesn’t feel like Spock had a breakdown and decided to purge his emotions because of that, but rather as the next step on his path to being a Vulcan because that’s what Vulcans do (maybe that was always what it was supposed to be, but the fandom (novels included) made it appear to be something different idk, like I said, I haven’t seen TMP (and I ignore kolinahr when thinking about fics set in the movie era), but it always seemed like the general consensus was that Spock chose kolinahr because he couldn’t handle his emotions anymore...)

- I wish they showed more scenes between Spock and Hemmer. There was so much potential lost in s1, I feel, just because they focused too much on romance with Spock (again, as you could notice, I don’t mind the romance and I enjoy it, I just kind of don’t get why that was what they went with. I would also love to see more Pike and Spock’s scenes, because at this point they still just work with nostalgia and viewers knowing that they’re supposed to be close... but getting those scenes would just mean more Spock screen time, which is also not something I want, so it’s just ugh LMAO I mean as long as they keep any Spock and Kirk’s scenes also this shallow, then it’s fine lol)

- SST has the next preview picture be of Kirk and I’d hate that so much if that was my first time watching. Season 2 seems to have just promo pictures rather than a screenshot from the episode, which is way better.

- I think I might watch episode 10 and then start season 2 today too, but we’ll see. 

I do kind of nitpick and have thoughts lol but I genuinely enjoy SNW and am curious where some of the stuff will lead

[honorarycassowary]

for the bingo: sauron and melkor

Sauron

Every so often I think about that tumblr post that went something like, "If you don't want people to ship your villains, you need to leave them unseen. Nobody writes slash fic about SAURON." (The rest of this post is Sauron slash fic justification.)

The #1 thing I think about re: Sauron is his basically entirely offscreen character arc. There are so many moments when he could chosen to do things differently! And the fact that so much of it is just stated to happen and has to be viewed through inference is actually a bonus for me, since it allows so many contradicting headcanons and fanfic to develop.

He was one of Aule's most powerful and trusted Maiar - how did his departure affect the other Maiar? Did any of them choose to follow Melkor because of him?

What were those early years with Melkor like? Tolkien wrote about Melkor gradually becoming more twisted into hate and cruelty and weakening as he poured his power into distorting Arda. I imagine the early years as Sauron and Melkor pushing the boundaries of what God intended, doing forbidden mad science, etc.

Then Melkor is captured and goes to naughty angel jail and Sauron singlehandedly maintains all his evil operations waiting for him to return. He didn't know Melkor would come back! Was he experimenting and developing the desire to rule the world in his name? Keeping everything in perfect stasis for his master? (This is also a character dynamic seen over in my Transformers ships with Megatron/Shockwave, which also abbreviates to M/S. COINCIDENCE??? Most certainly.)

His change of heart after the War of Wrath. It's FASCINATING to me that he spent millennia doing horrible sadistic magic science and then stopped! Was this purely out of fear of the Valar I think he genuinely intended for this to be a new leaf, but "I want to do good things now. No I don't want to think about any of the bad things I've done or help fix them or unpack any of that. Let's just act like this didn't happen." is an inherently untenable framework for a redemption. That said, I do wonder who he helped and when he went back to his old ways. The first time he ran into humans who weren't overawed by his divinity and questioned him? thearrogantemu's These Gifts That You Have Given Me proposes that he made it all the way to Ost-in-Edhil with good intentions which is so compelling to me.

Celebrimbor. Sorry dude you would not like to be OTPed with the guy who murdered you but them's the breaks. I love all permutations of their relationship. Sauron scheming to murder him all along? Give me all the dramatic irony. Sauron coming in with evil intentions but deciding Celebrimbor is so fascinating they should be bound together in a parody of love? Sure thing. Sauron actually loved him, flipped out when Celebrimbor was less enthused about loving a guy who enabled the murder of at minimum hundreds of people he knew? Delicious.

It is fucking hilarious to me that the Valar couldn't capture Sauron after the War of Wrath and Numenor - a kingdom of more-or-less regular old humans - kicked his ass so hard he had to go live with them as a prisoner. Comedy about an angel as old as the universe forced to hang out with Iron Age courtiers when.

That said, there is so much horror in you know ... capturing the head of a foreign kingdom and they're not human, they look human but they're wrong, and their very soul is permeating the land you live in and changing it.

Also I'm interested in the whole Melkor-worship thing he had set up. This certainly was a way to destroy and humiliate Numenorean culture, but I wonder if he thought/hoped that sufficient worship could be used to free Melkor.

There's some really good meta out there about Sauron forging the ring fundamentally preventing him from ever growing or changing any more. This is made physical when his 'death' after Numenor prevents him from shapeshifting but fundamentally it was there before; when he made the Ring to concentrate his power, he concentrated his soul as it was at the time - bent towards conquering, towards deception, towards Melkor and his domains - and made it static. After this, he can't redeem himself, even in the halfway, eyes-averted way he did after the First Age. Jewelry: not even once.

There's not a good place to put this, but I love the Finrod vs. Sauron song battle in the Lay of Leithian. Hands down my favorite part.

Melkor

I'm first and foremost a Sauron fan and therefore pretty much all my Melkor thoughts are already written up above. If I was invested in the other Valar, maybe this would be different - I need multiple characters to bounce around together like upsetting pinballs for real fannish thought to happen, and unfortunately for Melkor Sauron is better at interacting with other people.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Written in 2015 (2) Masterlist

part one

2,000 Light Years Away (ao3) - daisyxhead

Summary: As cliché as it sounds, Dan kind of got into punk music because of a certain wildly attractive lead singer.

A Baby Girl (ao3) - LetterJumble

Summary: The last thing Dan and Phil expected to arrive on their doorstep was a baby. A crying, abandoned baby girl, that someone left for them. But one day, that is exactly what they found. Now, they just have to figure out what in the world they are going to do.

Accidentally on Purpose Falling For You (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrosepetals), notanannoyingfangirl

Summary: After being set up on a blind date neither boy was prepared for, Dan and Phil come up with a plan to get back at their friends; Pretend to date, and then have the ugliest break up imaginable. The problem? They hadn’t expected to fall for each other.

Another Chance - phandesu

Summary: Dan couldn’t cope with Phil’s death. His frustration helped lead him to a time traveling guardian who can undo his past memories to save Phil or vanish Phil out of it

Because He Loved Him - placingglaciers

Summary: In which Dan is so hopelessly in love with Phil, that he tries anything to make him notice him. However, one day he manages to mess up everything and discovers something about himself that he hadn’t noticed before.

Between Us (ao3) - winteredspark

Summary: "I think I'm asexual," Dan breathes against the crook of Phil's neck, blinking back tears.

There's a pause, then -

"Nice to meet you, asexual. I'm Phil," says Phil.

Blooming Lilacs (I Don’t Care What’s in Your Hair, I Just Want to Know What’s on Your Mind) (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Phil knows he looks a little rough but he wants everyone, especially his roommate Dan, who is painfully shy but ultimately a giant sweetheart, to know that he genuinely is a nice person and is always going to be here for what makes him most comfortable.

Break The Laws Of Love (ao3) - Profrock

Summary: Dan just wants to go home. His day has been long and exhausting and he's tired, damnit. But then he sees a man on the tube dressed in the exact same clothes he's wearing. What will happen through a meeting a pure coincidence, and will Dan finally be able to get the happy ending he's dreamed of?

Climbing the Ladder (ao3) - kawaiikanai

Summary: Punk!Dan and Punk/TattooArtist!Phil both struggle to find themselves after past events that have shaken their trust in other people and in themselves.

Cobblestone Walls (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan just wants to finish this essay, not get stuck in a library thanks to a snow storm

Cute - cafephan

Summary: Bored of London and in need of new clothes for a movie premiere, Dan and Phil head to Manchester for an impromptu shopping trip, resulting in more than they bargained for… 

Faking It/What A Fucking Mess (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: “The LGBT panel, you idiot! It’s not some free panel anyone can walk past and deem interesting enough to be staying for like my panel: it’s invite-only, and those who are, they are actually gay!” Dan makes the mistake of “outing” him and Phil on a live show after a misunderstanding, even when there’s nothing to “out”. What a fucking mess.

Forbidden (ao3) - ohhowellno

Summary: Prince Daniel is preparing to become the king it all changes when he meets a kitchen servant named Phil. As they fall in love they realize that it may not be as easy for them to be together as they thought.

Fragments of Stardusters (ao3) - youmeanjk

Summary: In which they are boring-ass teachers with a boring-ass relationship. In which they are supposed to be history, but then it didn’t look like it.

He’s the Tear in My Heart - mairieuxes

Summary: In which Dan’s a secret agent and his last mission from last night was brought into matters in school.

High (ao3) - Icandigelvis

Summary: Just the ordinary story of Dan and Phil, except one little detail. Phil isn't human in this one. Expect biting, bickering, playlist live, blood, bad jokes and sex.

Holding Onto You - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil wishes he knew Dan better, completely and totally, because they’ve only been friends for two years and that’s by far long enough to love Dan and be worried about him, but it’s not enough to recognize all the demons.

Home - placingglaciers

Summary: What do you get when you cross a troubled runaway with a lost photographer? A mess, that's what.

I Wanna Call You Mine (and never let you down) (ao3) rollingtide

Summary: An Ice cream Au were Phil works at an Ice cream parlour and Dan has a crush on him.

Just Another Favor - phan-panda

Summary: Phil has another favor to ask of Dan, he needs a date for his aunt’s wedding. 

Lester’s Reading Dandelion - wanabewriter

Summary: In the heart on London, there lies a bookshop owned by Phil Lester. Lester’s Books & Bagels is a thriving little place until another bookshop opens up across the street.

New Demons - botanistlester

Summary: Punk!Phil is forced to go to a church youth group where he meets Pastel!Dan. 

Of Stages and Sketchbooks - cocktailaunt

Summary: High School AU: Dan is a confident, outgoing theater kid who has a crush on the mysterious, quiet art student that likes to wear leather jackets.

On A Rainy Night (ao3) - kawaiikanai

Summary: Dan finally admits his feelings to Phil but it doesn’t quite go as planned.

Oxymoron(ic) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan works hard, he works harder than anyone else he knows. So naturally, when he gets a particularly stressful assignment for Photography class, it never leaves his mind; besides- what kind of topic is 'contrast' anyway?

Philosophical Graphic Novels - ithinkiphan

Summary: "You're my favorite person," Phil confesses quietly, his voice slurred and closer than Dan had anticipated. They don't speak for some time, just lying there and staring at the ceiling like it's a work of art instead of a plain white mess that occasionally leaks water. Not much run through Dan's mind besides the fact that he's never wanted to kiss a person more in his life. "I've never had anyone in this apartment besides you, Phil."

Rags and Riches - phandabbydosey

Summary: Spoilt brat Philip Lester is used to having all his problems solved for him, even his problems with the law. Fed up with his attitude and behaviour, Phil’s parents refuse to buy him out of trouble and Phil soon finds himself sentenced to community service where he comes across a homeless boy with deep brown eyes who might be able to change the way Phil sees the world entirely.

Renegade (ao3) - awesomesockes

Summary: It’s World War 2. Phil, a young German soldier, is stationed in Denmark. There he meets Dan - a rebellious Danish school boy who is intent on making his job hell. But before long, they realise they have more in common than they’d have thought. How do you hide a friendship when you come from two different sides of a war?

Shut Up And Dance With Me (ao3) - milesofcountry

Summary: Dan first sees Phil when he walks into the campus coffee shop, and decides he never wants to stop seeing him.

Sinnoh - ryuuraiko

Summary: In which Dan and Phil are Pokemon trainers with different styles and upbringings and somehow fate brought them together

Space Boy (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: The year is 2900 and Dan is fed up with his seemingly boring job but all that turns around with the arrival of an intelligent specimen that he was only meant to conduct research on. From the start of their first interaction Dan knew that this life form was something truly special–a gift from the universe itself.

Talking to the Moon - adorablehowell

Summary: Dan hides away from the melancholy in his life by sitting on the balcony with the stars as his only source of happiness, but he encounters a man named Phil who likes to sing songs on his own balcony, and Dan finds the stars are not his only friends out there.

Tattoo Boy (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: Dan Howell couldn't have been happier than to have met that beautifully tattooed boy on the street by running away from some idiotic bullies.

Terrifying Truths And Drunken Dares (ao3) - thejigsawtimess

Summary: It's late, they're both drunk, but there's vodka and each other, and hey - you know what sounds great? Truth or frickin dare.

The Blue Sky Is Just Like The Ocean (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: What happens when a creature of the sky cross paths with a creature of the deep?

The Brown-Eyed Barista (ao3) - tahliaisnotonfire

Summary: Dan Howell worked as a barista at a small corner coffee shop where he meets an author called Phil Lester; and he's begun working on a new book.

The Sun, the Snow and Everything in Between (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: A lot can happen in the span of one year, or a cycle of four seasons, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes and 31,536,000 seconds. In that common amount of time Phil met Dan at bonfire night in the fall and over the course of a year, realizes he found a person he would’ve never guessed he’d found that night.

Thin walls (ao3) - vzm

Summary: Nervous Phil is nervous. Dan is not as awkward as one would expect.

The Pull (To You) (ao3) - basicallymonsters

Summary: Dan's a lonely writer who spends too much time on rooftops, and Phil's a boy who loves plants. They meet amongst ferns and under stars and feel inexplicably pulled together.

You can sleep in my bed. (ao3) - clokkerfoot

Summary: Three times Dan and Phil sleep together, and one time they really sleep together.

[perfectprettypisces]

In Between a Rock and a Rooster • B.R.B • Sneak Peak

Synopsis: Charlotte’s father, Maverick, pulled Bradley’s papers to the naval academy and set him back four years, Charlotte’s been caught between the two most important men in her life. And when they all suddenly find themselves back in Miramar, a lot has changed, but the one thing that didn’t: Rooster’s resentment towards Maverick. With all three of them being together for the first time in years, who knows what will happen?

Warnings: swearing (like one word)

a/n: hey! this is the sneak peak to the first part of my first ever series! let me know what you think but be nice cause i’m sensitive lol. this fic will follow the events of TGM but is wildly inaccurate to the first movie (like seriously i kinda just made my own timeline and backstory) and this is me basically inserting my own character into the movie lol. also, i’m well aware Maverick’s love interest in the first movie is named Charlotte, so let’s just pretend she doesn’t exist in this :)

“Bradley? I’m home!” Charlotte calls out, walking into the door of their Virginia home. It was Saturday and both of them were off of work, Rooster electing to stay back and prepare lunch for the two of them while she ran errands.

“In here!” he calls from the direction of the kitchen.

She tosses her keys in the dish by the door and moves to make her way to the kitchen when a buzz from her phone halts her. She fishes for her phone in her purse, finally getting a hold of it and tapping the screen to see one notification. A text from her father.

Dad: They’ve called me back to TOPGUN.

She places her purse on the couch and continues further into the house. She’s still staring down at the text when she enters the kitchen. 

Why?

She fires off her response before pocketing her phone, attempting to shake the ominous text from her dad. “Did you check the mail? It was supposed to come today,” she asks.

Her question is answered when she finds Rooster hunched over the bar with a stack of mail next to him and a letter clutched in his hands.

“How do you feel about taking a trip to San Diego?” he says, a playful glint in his eyes.

Charlotte freezes, hoping Rooster doesn’t notice when her eyes widen slightly. The torn envelope next to him looks official, and with a closer look she can see the words Navy Department printed on the top left corner. 

This has to be a coincidence. “Why?” she chances, hoping he won’t say what he thinks he’ll say.

“They want me back at TOPGUN,” he says, confusion mixed with a twinge of pride evident on his face. It takes everything in her to not let her breath hitch at his admission. There’s no way this was a coincidence.

“Wow,” she says, blowing out a puff of air from her lips. Her shock is genuine but Bradley thinks it’s just because of the unexpected news. “What for?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs.

Another buzz from her phone snaps her out of her dazed state. She takes it out of the pocket of her jeans, hoping her dad can offer her more context.

Dad: I don’t know.

Fuck.

[barbiewritesstuff]

Sleepy

-- A little silly oneshot with our favourite pilot

Also, a prime example to show that titling fics is much harder than actually writing them imo

Taglist: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @dempy --

 

Top Gun was a great institute, truly wonderful at making the best valal pilots in the United States. But the priviledge of attending came with a few downsides. It upheld strict standards and rules for the whole of the student body : the uniform must be on at all waking hours, students of opposite genders cannot sleep in the same room, and no bunk sharing to name a few.  

It was a mystery, then how the accomodation office had managed to break two of those rules with a simple computer error, and with it being the 4rth of July weekend, there was no way to get it fixed before Monday.  

You stared at the single person bunk, duffel bag in hand. Your new roommate did the same.  

« Did you tell Cy— « He asked 

« Yes » You cut him off 

You both sighed 

« I’m not sleeping on the floor » You both said at the same time. 

You could guess why the error had occurred. Your parents had gazed upon you as a newborn baby and decided that they would name you after your grandfather, you were just happy he had a fairly feminine sounding name. But that didn’t explain how the office clerc had missed the damn picture on your file.  

« I guess we could share » Your roommate says and you scoff, of course he would say that. A ladies-man with a great body and piercing green eyes, Jake Seresin rarely had anything other than sex on the brain. But when you looked at him, he seemed to genuinely be looking for a solution. He was staring at the bed with a perplexed expression that mirrored your own.  

« I mean… I guess… Or we ask someone for a spare mattress » 

« I told you, I’m not sleeping on the floor » 

« And I’m not sharing a bed ! » 

« Why don’t you sleep on the floor, then ? » 

« Because I want to be able to fly tomorrow. Without a painful back » 

« Yeah me too »  

« Why ? You already fly like an ass, surely it won’t change much… » 

Seresin stomps off to take a shower, leaving you with a bed, your bags and a pile of his clothes on the floor as he makes his way down the corridor in his underwear.  

Conversations with Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin tended to devolve into arguments quickly. He wasn’t necessarily mean to you, but you were both the youngest from big families, and causing chaos was a second nature. Putting you both together was a recipe for constant bickering. Despite that, you were counting your lucky starts you had been put in this situation with him. It could have been worse, you could have had to bunk with Phoenix who was both a kicker and a snorer, something you had found out during a quick hotel stay while visiting mutual friends.  

You had had to share a bed then due to a computer error too, which now you thought about it, was a really weird coincidence.  

 

You met up with Phoenix in the women’s showers like you did most evenings. Finding a private moment to catch up with her and Halo was nigh on impossible with the horde of boys you worked with constantly interrupting you, and you were never really keen on saying anything in public anyway, so the white noise of the shower provided enough of a distraction so you could open up.  

When you came back from the showers, hair still wet and dripping onto your oversized pijama shirt, Jake was standing in his underwear. He had done some rearranging of the room while you were gone. The bed that had previously been in the middle of the room was now flush against a wall. Both of your bags had been pushed underneath the tiny desk, leaving a large open space of dusty carpet.  

« I think I know where they keep the spare mattresses, I just need to find someine to open the supply closet for me » 

« No, don’t bother. We can share for two nights, it’s not that big a deal… Right ? » 

« Right. Can I sleep next to the wall ? » He asked and you let him. The idea of being squeezed between Hangman and a wall had seemed very claustrophobic. He towered over you by at least a foot, and although you worked out just as much, Jake was a bulky man.  

You regretted the decision to share almost as soon as he fell asleep.  

 

Hangman didn’t snore, or kick. He was worse. He was a cuddler.  

Human heater Jake Seresin was holding onto you for dear life as you drifted off to sleep. One arm over your waist, his left leg covering your right one as you lay on your side in a comfortable figure-4 position, he was pressing your close to him. He shifted slightly and his breath hit the back of your neck.  

He mumbled something and you could have sworn it sounded a lot like « You’re comfy ».  

You weren’t sure why you were finding this so distracting. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, his hands weren’t anywhere they shouldn’t have been, and you had cuddled with friends before. But the gentle squeeze he was giving your body was making your brain work overtime. You tried to move but when you readjusted your position so he was no longer so close to you, Hangman moved too. His hand was still on your stomach, but your movement had made your shirt ride up a little and his fingers were now touching your bare skin. It felt like you had stuck by lightning.  

It was all a little too much for you so you got out of bed, eliciting a groan from Jake (When did you start calling him Jake ?) and made your way to the dorm recreation room for a coffee. The rec room had a bookshelf stocked by students, it was manly aviation manuals but every once in a while a novel appears. It was always snatched up quickly, especially when it was a romance but you were lucky tonight because the shiny, uncracked spine of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society stared back at you. You filled your cup about halfway up with coffee and the rest with milk and a pack of sugar (It tasted like ass but it kept you up) and found yourself a booth to sit on.  

You were barely finished with page three when someone pitter pattered down the hall and pushed the door open.  

« You okay ? » It was Jake. 

« Just fine, thanks » You said too quickly. You’re embarassed but you weren’t quite sure why. He immediately picks up on it. 

« Did I – Oh god – Jesus, I’m sorry if I like… Poked you… » He says, a blush running from his neck to the tip of his ears.  

You hadn’t even thought of that. But the idea of it was doing things to you you would rather not admit.  

« No, no, nothing like that… I don’t think I like sharing a bed, to be honest » You lie. You liked sharing a bed just fine, especially when the other person was nice and warm but you wouldn’t allow yourself to think the second part of that thought or you might have admitted that you liked sharing a bed with him and that you might have liked it a little too much. 

You looked at him. Hair discheveled, stubble showing and sleepy eyes, he stood in front of you in black boxer shorts and a tight white shirt depicting an outline of a bullrider. He looked even better like that, you thought and sipped your cup of coffee to distract yourself from staring any more.  

« What are you reading ? » 

« The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, it’s about a woman writing a book about a literary society in Guernsey after the second world war. She falls in love with one of the members and has to decide whether to go back to London or stay there. » 

« I think I’ve heard of it » 

« It’s fairly popular » 

« I’m not much of a reader… » He admits 

« Wouldn’t have pegged you as one » 

« What would you peg me as, then ? » He asked, one sleepy eyebrow raised 

« I think that behind that tough facade, you are secretly a nerd. I bet you play video games and you’ve played Dungeons and Dragons before. Oh, and I think you’re secretly into cringey 80s movies… » 

« Okay. First off, miss Romance novels, there is nothing secret about me being a nerd. I will gladly talk someone’s ear off about the Uncharted Series or my current campaign as a mage. And there’s absolutely nothing cringey about Indiana Jones, babe » He said, pointing one finger at you like he was telling you off. 

You laughed 

« I can’t believe I got them all right » 

« You’re missing something though » 

« What’s that ? » 

« I am also a massive musicals fan. I go to Broadway every year for my birthday. » 

You laugh again 

« Anything else I don’t know about you ? » 

« I’m in love with you » He says in a dead-pan voice.  

« Excuse me ? » You wanted to ask but nothing came out of your mouth. You just stared at him. He looked straight into your eyes, a serious expression on his face. You put your book down on the table and lowered your arms onto your thighs to lean towards him.  

« Prove it » You said, knowing what comes next. He walked over, still sleepy, squatted down to your level and kissed you gently, one hand on your chin while the other caressed your arm.  

« We don’t need to sleep, you know… There are other ways to share a bed » He said, eyes lowered and almost shy. You probably shouldn’t but you don’t think you could ever refuse the gruff edge of his sleepy voice. 

[versadies]

hi dan! how are you? congrats on 1k!! for the prompt event, can i request libra + kaeya + fluffy angst in which the reader realizes kaeya is their soulmate when he lies, on a very stressful day for both of them, about them never being a bother when they need a favor, so reader starts avoiding him bc they become unsure on how to act around him? either hc or drabble is fine. thank you so much! have a great day!

bothersome (hc scenario)

penpal: i'm doing fine (other than getting ready for school in a few weeks), hope this is to ur liking anon ! have a great day as well <<3

prompt: libra the scale, lie-tattoo soulmate au

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: hc on how you avoiding kaeya after finding out he’s your soulmate.

includes: fluff/slight-angst, short fic, mentions of alcohol, reader overthinking, mentions of injuries

you need a drink. immediately.

when being assigned to a high class commission for the first time, you honestly thought things will go smoothly, even with reckless pallad tagging along.

but then the two of you came across to three ruin guards, causing you to be ditched by pallad and left you alone to deal with the three mechanics.

by the time you came back to mondstadt, you were filled with bandages covering your bruises and injuries littered all over your body, earning concerned stares from people as you pass by.

you could care less from the attention you received, all that was running through your mind is that you weren't able to complete a once-in-a-lifetime commission and missed your opportunity.

katheryne was more than happy to at least reward you for slaying the three ruin guards that was apparently a commission. despite getting paid by the end of the day, you were still disappointed.

as soon as you claimed your rewards from katheryne, you immediately took a visit to angel's share, hoping to find a certain man to chat with.

your eyes brightens when you spotted kaeya sitting on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"hey," you called, causing kaeya to look at you as he watches you sitting down beside him.

"rough day?" he asks with a teasing grin, gesturing your treated wounds. "how was it?"

you let out a sigh, quietly asking charles to give you your usual drink. "the commission? what can i say if i didn't do it at all?"

kaeya pats your shoulder reassuringly, taking a sip of his drink before putting it down. "care to entertain me with the details?" he asks.

"ruin guards." you said nonchalantly, thanking charles– who gave you your drink. "they all suddenly appeared and my partner ditched me."

he sighs dramatically in response. "what a coward."

you nodded in agreement. "indeed. what about you? got a rough day too?"

kaeya simply shrugs in response. "that's for you to not find out and for me to only know." he replied, swirling his drink around.

you stayed silent for a while, looking down at your glass with a blank look on your face.

now that you think about it, there was one certain commission with a generous reward that you could ask katheryne to let you do– not to mention the fact that with kaeya's help, you can definitely finish this commission in no time.

"say kaeya," you look at the calvary captain curiously, your eyes lands on his. "you don't mind if i ask you a favor, right?"

"are we going to bury or burn the body?" he asks jokingly.

he lets out a light laugh when he sees you rolling your eyes at his joke. "i'm merely jesting. you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you smile gratefully at your friend. "you have my thanks, kaeya."

as the both of you continue chatting the night away while enjoying your drink, you couldn't help but notice an itch in your covered arm, your hand constantly scratching on the bandage with irritation.

it wasn't until you removed the bandages the next day when you realized why it was itchy.

you were sure the words imprinted on your arm would haunt you for a while.

"you don't have to worry about being bothersome to me, you can always ask me for a favor."

you stared at the words on your arm for a while, unsure how to feel with your recent discovery. surely this was just a coincidence, right? but what if it wasn't–?

does this mean.. he finds you bothersome and annoying?

you frowned, your hands brushing against the tattoo whilst ignoring the pain from its touch. perhaps you should avoid him and not bother him unless necessary.

you let out a sigh, grabbing the new bandages you got from the cathedral and start wrapping it around your injuries, the thoughts about kaeya's true feelings about you never left your mind.

since then, you started avoiding areas where you know you'll encounter the man, whether it'd be angel's share, the knights of favonius headquarters, and even the entrance of mondstadt, deciding to go to the right entrance of the city and go to katheryne from there during the morning.

you were quite proud that you managed to get away from the calvary captain's sight, not minding the new change of routes and the hindrances you had to do in order to avoid kaeya like a plague.

this went on for a week. you no longer heard of the man and he the same. every time you see at least one glance of his familiar figure, you would immediately head to the opposite direction, ignoring him calling out your name should he notice your presence nearby. you're honestly grateful he didn't try to chase you.

even though you're okay with avoiding him, you couldn't stop your head from thinking about kaeya, wondering if he's now happy that you're no longer bothering him.

it didn't help that you've been debating with yourself on whether or not you should tell kaeya, a person who finds his own soulmate bothersome, that you're his soulmate.

deep down, you knew it was best to tell him, he deserves to know after all. besides, it's not like the world will end if you tell him, right?

you were simply walking around windwail highland– looking for certain items for a commission when you spotted him standing not too far away.

your breath hitches when you see him looking at you direction, spotting you right away. oh crap.

without another thought, you immediately turned away and started jogging to the opposite direction, praying to barbatos that kaeya isn't followin–

"my, i didn't know you'd be a slow runner." you felt your heart jump from kaeya's sudden voice, causing you to stop your tracks in surpirse when you see kaeya jogging alongside you and stopped as well.

he chuckles at your reaction, crossing his arms with a stilled-grin plastered on his face. "so now you're not running away from me anymore?"

you tried to walk away after those words, only for kaeya to suddenly grip your wrist and stop you from going anywhere.

"what do you want, kaeya?" you ask calmly, trying not to look at the man behind you as you stare at the direction ahead.

his grip on your wrist didn't falter. "care to tell me why you're suddenly avoiding me like i'm a plague? did i say something wrong?" he asks.

"it's not that."

you stayed silent, now unsure what to say. you knew that you'd expose yourself right away the moment you lie in front of his face.

you then sighed, looking down at the ground in defeat. it's now or never.

"am i... a bother to you, kaeya?" you questioned, scared of his response. will he lie again?

his grin faltered, taken back by surprise from your question. "what?"

you turn behind to look at kaeya, causing him to let go of your wrist. "i... i need you to be honest with me. am i a bother to you?"

you watched as kaeya stayed silent, looking at you with a serious look. "what made you think of such thing–?"

"remember when i asked you if you wouldn't mind me asking you a favor?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "do you remember what you said to me during that night?"

before kaeya could say anything, you slowly raise your arm to his eye level and lifted up your sleeves, showing him the exact words that he remembered saying on that night.

his grin completely disappeared.

"when i saw this the day after that, i had so many things to think about. i thought i should be happy that you're my soulmate– but why did... why did it had to be because of this lie?"

"y/n i–"

"i avoided you because i thought you think of me as a hindrance to you and i didn't.. i didn't want to bother you and your duty as the calvary captain." you explained, your shoulders slumped. "but i kept thinking if i told you that i'm your soulmate, you would've been disappo–"

your eyes widens when you felt his arms wrapping around you out of nowhere.

"i'm not disappointed that you're my soulmate, y/n." he said, hugging you in comfort. "if anything, i'm... relieved."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "what about... what about the favor? why did you lie–"

"i lied because it was a stressful day for me as well," he clarified. "yes, i did find favors bothersome at that time, but i never find you bothersome, so i had no choice but to say i'm okay with your favors because it's from you."

you felt yourself slowly relaxed when you didn't feel any itchy feeling around your body, letting out a sigh in relief as you continue to let kaeya hug you to his content.

"so does this mean.. you want me as your soulmate?" you ask hesitantly.

he smiles genuinely for the first time, holding onto you tighter and nodded.

"yes."