#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.

[igaveuponoriginality]

will solace would attract moths: part 2

i occasionally do write solangelo / pjo fan fic... (@j10writes on wattpad..) so since i made that post anyways, i wanted to elaborate...

Nico POV

Night was creeping over the horizon, and I was sat next to Will, waiting for the campfire to light. Most people weren't around yet, except for a small group of newer campers that arrived last week. This would be their first big campfire, ha.

I recalled faintly my first time at the fire, and then again, after the wars. Each had felt very different, one anticipatory and strange. The second time, I was surrounded by friends? and it had been genuine fun. This was my first campfire, however, since Will became my boyfriend.

Not that anyone else knew that, since I had coincidently run off for urgent business at Camp Jupiter not long after.

But tonight, right now. Karaoke and charades were on the schedule and I saw Percy, Annabeth, alongside Piper and Leo headed for the fire. Annabeth looked up first, shooting me and Will a wave. I smiled back, seeing Will wave, then look to me.

He bobbed back and forth on the bench, maybe from anticipation, maybe cold. You would never know with demigods.

"Excited?" He asked with a pensive smile. I smiled faintly back, nodding.

"Yeah," I chuckled, looking up to see Leo running over.

"Can I light it?!" He asked excitedly. Simultaneous shouts of approval hit the air and Leo threw his hand out, striking up a big flame in the fire pit. The fire blazed to life, wafting a blast of heat and light into our faces.

Will smiled into the fire, looking expectantly as the rest of our friends sat down among the pile of other campers accumulating. Karaoke was about to start. Jumping up first, Percy had something in mind. The Little Mermaid's soundtrack rang throughout the night, as singer after singer went up to have some fun with there own addition. Slowly, fewer and fewer people raised hands until it seemed worthwhile to switch to other games. Namely, charades, which I actually chose to participate in.

The Athena cabin won, though Aphrodite cabin came close. This didn't surprise anyone -- the theme was pop culture.

My first pull was "Stitch" from "Lilo & Stitch", which as someone showed me later, was a strange little demon creature from a movie... something I did not know. When I picked up the card, all I could really do was stare at it, -- how was this pop culture? I barely knew what pop culture was. And then...

Well, I acted out someone sewing. No one could connect my sewing gestures to an alien. Apparently, pop culture requires a bit more… context... They guessed "sewing" eventually, but no one said stitch. When the round was up, and I told them what it was, a roar of laughter rang into the air. I asked again, how that could be pop culture? And finally, Percy got up and explained Stitch didn't mean A stitch... I also decided the character stitch sounds strange.

Next I pulled "Darth Vader" which I knew from Will making me watch every single movie in the Star Wars franchise the second I gave him the chance. That surprised people more than my lack of disney knowledge. That I knew Star Wars. I won't pretend I loved it, but... it was like, 10 hours or something insane with Will. And it wasn't awful... Not to mention, for Darth Vader? I just breathed heavily, he got it eventually!

But after so many games, and so many songs, the night was winding down and I could feel sleepiness drifting over each camper -- not that it was anything supernatural, the Hypnos cabin had already gone to bed. Most campers had trickled out and gone to bed, aside from a few stragglers, me and Will included. Tucked safely into the dark of night, I pressed closer to him against the evening's cold air. Will turned to me, smiling.

"Leaving?" He asked softly. I nodded, picking my head up. Before I got up, I pressed my lips to his, getting ready to go just as quickly. Will smiled again, and then I saw the air brighten. Just around the edges, Will was glowing faintly -- and getting brighter, laughing a little as he noticed.

Not that he couldn't notice -- his skin was fluorescent.

Before I could get a word out, I saw wings fluttering nearby. Moths.

The light Will was putting off was enough to attract moths. By the time the moths caught on, so had the campers still around the first -- including Percy and Annabeth, who watched on laughing quietly.

"Will, they like you!" Annabeth smiled, chuckling. I laughed, smiled, and said goodbye as I headed to my cabin.

The memory of Will's glow, strong enough to draw moths stayed in my head even as I tried to fall asleep. The memory of the night stayed in my mind. I had learned to enjoy the campfires, but had that been fun, even? Even not knowing what Stitch was or getting stuck acting out Darth Vader (which, supposedly, "fits me very well"? Really, Percy?) was fun.

It was new, and it was nice.

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sidebar: i (author) have NEVER seen star wars so if the watchtime and personality of darth vader are completely wrong to my impressions... whoopsie. haha. i have seen two of the movies, but kind of forget all of it. also saw them out of order :p

i've never written on tumblr btw.. or any fanfic in awhile so this might totally suck, idrk! it's shorter than my usual too. soo.. yeah. hope it was okay if u read lol

[surly-sara]

currently vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass bc of your new caleb fic. like oh my god i need to be held so bad bc the YEARNING OH MY GOD. you are so so good at writing the tension (sexual and not) between these two characters. reader’s longing is so clearly an aching wound that’s been festering for far too long and caleb is both treating it and also making it worse. i loved the bits where we got to see in his head especially at the end where u told us that the meeting was no random coincidence but instead a test of the reader’s reaction. that’s so good, reader’s feelings felt so visceral and the way that they pretty much only say caleb’s name as the entirety of their dialogue is the perfect touch. i loved the unveiling of caleb’s mechanical augmentation and how tender it was and the mention of caleb’s blush. it shows how reader’s feelings still have the capacity to surprise him or lay bare his own want for her even as he is carefully trying to control every aspect of their reunion. i’ve never read the little prince but the references were so cool and tbh everything u sprinkled it from their childhood was so well placed. the nightmares that reader has had and how caleb comforted them, how they were both longing for more but never crossed the line. it’s so delicious and if im honest every mention of caleb’s body had me wound up bc his design is so attractive but the way that the reader described him was practically body worship it was so good. thank u for mentioning his happy trail and his hairy arms i needed that 😭 this line was probably my favorite bc the (un)subtle dominance and possessiveness of the first half had me gripped by the neck i swear: “resting your clasped hands on his big thigh as he drives one-handed, relaxed.” it’s so domestic but clashes so hard with the actual context of the scene. i love how they settle into these rhythms with each other bc they know each other so intimately even tho they’ve never crossed that romantic/sexual line. and god when the fic switched to caleb’s perspective at the end and he was ignoring how hard he was i literally shoved my fist in my mouth. the restraint!!! the longing!!! the want!!!! i feel insane. and of course the finger in the mouth made my brain short circuit. it’s so lifestyle dom of caleb, and the mention of choking reader lightly just to bruise her for others to see and for them both to enjoy. i need to be locked up in a cage and released only on january 22nd bc idk how im gonna wait patiently for caleb now. (last thing is that the mention of the choking/hand on her throat really crystallized for me what caleb’s favorite position probably is but let me not say right now or i might blow up) but thank u thank u thank u for this fic. every day i wish infold was on here ready to hire u to write out the lore for sylus and now i have u to thank for wonderful and intriguing caleb characterization

Okay so I've read this comment multiple times, especially now as I'm polishing the second part and am having serious doubts about whether it will ever see the light of day because it's A Lot, and I think will be a turn off for a lot of people because it backtracks in time to their growing up together. So thank you for all the kind things you point out about part 1, it's really encouraging because i have been putting in so much thought into this version of the calebmc character dynamics with what we now know about him. he's clearly manipulative, possessive, two-faced, dangerous, suffered from guilt for so long about how much he wanted her, his feelings for her, which caused him emotional turmoil, shame and self-recrimination before he died, but because he's a main LI and this is a romance game, I firmly believe he genuinely loves and cares for mc. like all the LIs, the writers will play up his possessive, protective, 'villain' quirks in the memories but never have him cross the line into truly toxic territory. More under the cut because this became a novel.

So I want to take these characteristics and really want to explore the relationship dynamics and how deeply these two would have affected each other from the moment they met/were brought under the same roof. I love your description of 'reader’s longing is so clearly an aching wound that’s been festering for far too long and caleb is both treating it and also making it worse.," because that's exactly how I imagine it for her throughout her youth and then during his death. and it's clear from the PVs of Caleb that he has felt the same, lamenting how he had to 'endure, day after day, suffocating." with teenage emotions, that house was probably a powder keg of high-key feelings and they never let themselves act on them. that's amazing to me.

Because he knows MC inside and out, I imagine him being much more assertive in interacting with her (kind of what you described as a lifestyle dom, even though I think BDSM terms can sometimes be so limiting when discussing human relationships). but like, for example, to contrast with sylus (who is embodiment of love, he is not lying when he says that no love is purer than his), he always is so careful to make sure he has mc's consent, that mc is with him of their own free will, that he's not coercing mc, mc is choosing to be with him, actively. he made such a shit first impression with mc, and just wants to love them, to be loved in return, and he is so patient and calculating and plotting to ensure that he does it in a way that mc will respond positively to. he's begging for mc to notice him while being terrified of fucking up again imo. But i imagine that with caleb, caleb already knows mc in this life, he knows what she wants, he likely feels like he already has mc's consent and just acts. he's likely stubborn and obnoxious insisting that he knows best. he's not offering quid pro quo, transactional exchanges like sylus; doesn't feel the need to negotiate, because he's already put in the time, he's always been protecting and loving mc and present in a way that sylus has been unable to be until he kidnaps mc like the heartbroken dragon he is. i think caleb probably draws so much self worth from already knowing, anticipating, and providing for mc, trying to 'create a world where it's just the two of us,' definitely likes being the only one (in his mind) that can give mc what she wants/needs. whereas with sylus it's easy to write him as the green flag he has always been, trying to write caleb's brand of possessive, mask-wearing possibly-brought-up-to-kill mc but fell in love with her instead, in a romantic way, without crossing into abusive, toxic territory, presents an interesting challenge for me right now.

in any case, i'm trying to challenge my anxiety here big time, because caleb is already controversial due to the 'childhood friend/adopted brother' schism in the translations and the fandom, and because it's clear that he's two-faced and manipulative, and you have to consider their childhood when thinking about their current relationship, and with the way online culture is these days it kind of feels like a mine field wanting to dig into their story and give it context that infold will likely not give us because, well, they still haven't done that for mc at all and everything she's been through, and still haven't done it for the first few days with sylus. so I appreciate this message, esp. since people follow me for my sylus stuff and i'm shoveling unreleased obsessive caleb fic at them while letting sylus simmer. i also appreciate the comments/tags people have left on the fic itself. it's reassuring that there are people out there who like complicated, nuanced relationships in their fanfic (which I try to write with varying success), especially with caleb and his divisive place in the fandom. So thank you so much, i'm glad you enjoyed this fic.

and finally: he's not even out yet, my take on him currently could be wildly OOC and people should point and laugh at me and maybe throw things at me too once he's out and he's nothing like i'm predicting lmao. if you're caged till the 22nd, i'm right there with you, 8 days uuuuuuugh

[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.

[bardofavon]

Sorry for the long text ahead !

At the beginning of January, I finally started my definitive reread of A Good Myth Is Hard to Kill, which also meant, for the first time, reading the ending (the last 100 pages or so).

I had been postponing it for so long, waiting for the right moment, wanting to give it the attention and space it deserved. In the end, I decided it would be the first book I read this year. I spent hours formatting it into a proper book-style document so I could upload it to my reading app, to highlight passages, and annotate freely. By the time I was done, it came out to exactly 1,000 pages.

It’s strange to think about who I was when I first started this fic in 2021 and who I am now, reaching its conclusion. I am not the same person, and yet, in so many ways, this story has been a constant—a touchstone, something I kept returning to, something that has shaped me in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.

When I finally reached the end, finished reading—completely by coincidence—in the early hours of Valentine’s Day, I had made 235 annotations and highlights. Some of them are just a single word, scrawled out in a desperate attempt to capture the moment. Some are paragraphs, as if I could hold onto a feeling by dissecting it. Some are just exclamation points or keyboard smashes. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to react to something so much. After following this work since 2021, it was almost surreal to finally arrive at its conclusion.

I hesitated before writing this because no words could ever fully capture what this story has meant to me. I remember so vividly the thrill of waiting for updates, the way I completely lost my mind when I first read Chapter 20—barely minutes after it had been uploaded. So many moments from my previous readings remained etched in my memory, and yet, this time, everything felt different. I laughed, I chuckled, I cried—not just from sadness but from sheer distress. I genuinely don’t think I had ever cried out of stress because of a book before. Probably the most I’ve ever felt while reading anything, honestly.

I read it, kind of, alongside with a friend—someone who had known about this fic for a long time because I’ve talked about it to literally anyone who matters. Reading it with her meant sending live reading reactions, screenshots of paragraphs or even entire pages, voice messages of me losing my mind at varying levels of intensity. Without her, my number of annotations would have been soooo much higher. It was incredible to have someone to share this with. She quite literally knows A Good Myth inside and out because of me without having ever actually opened the fanfic on AO3. We talk about A Good Myth Is Hard to Kill Kaz more than we talk about canon Kaz—we even call him A Good Myth Kaz, as if it’s his actual name. We reference the fic so often that we’ve shortened it to just A Good Myth. Somehow, she ended up joining me in this experience despite being a very firm Darkling hater (who we, infamously, only ever referred to as “the man”—or, in Spanish, el sujeto—throughout the entire reading).

But my point is this: this fic means so much to me that I had to share it with someone—otherwise, I think I would have exploded. I’m usually more reserved about the things I love, especially for fear of coming on too strong, but at this point, I genuinely don’t care. I am unapologetically obsessed with A Good Myth Is Hard to Kill. It truly—and I say this with no exaggeration—changed my life in ways I don’t even know how to put into words.

Kaz Brekker from A Good Myth means more to me than I can possibly express. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so attached or seen by a character before. This fic helped me understand so much about myself, forced me to confront things I hadn’t before. I feel like I owe your Kaz so much, and by extension, I owe you so much.

I don’t think I’ll ever find the right words to express just how grateful I am for having found this fic. I genuinely can’t imagine what my life would have been like without it. I think about it every single day—and that is not an exaggeration. It is, without a doubt, one of the most impactful things I have ever read. I will never forget it.

You are a brilliant writer.

Thank you for, quite literally, changing my life.

I know I’m a writer but I feel like even if I tried all morning I wouldn’t be able to perfectly encapsulate how this makes me feel or what it means to me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. 

People always say “oh write for yourself write for yourself” and I do— to a certain extent, but do think most writers really dream of being able to have any sort of impact with the things that they want. 

Some mornings it’s harder to get up than others, especially when the weather gets cold, so thank you for reminding me this morning that I have a purpose and the things I do matter. Thank you for loving this story like I love it, for sharing it with others, and for sharing with ME how it made you feel. 

Also, if you ever WERE inclined to share those annotations I’d sell my kidney to see them. But no pressure though 😂 

[d8nielaa]

randomly had this idea for maybe a brody fic - you guys "meet" cause one of you texts the wrong number but you just keep talking for a long time before nervously meeting up and discovering hes really cute :)

Authors Note: yes omg-this is the best

Wrong Number

Brody Grant x fem!reader

It was late, or maybe early—hard to tell when you were staring blankly at your phone, a bit lost in thought. You’d been meaning to text your friend Lexi about the weekend plans, but you were too tired to properly focus on anything. Fingers slipping across the screen, you fired off a quick message, not double-checking the number before hitting send.

You: "Hey, I was thinking we should grab lunch on Saturday. I know you’ve been busy, but we haven’t hung out in forever!"

You stared at the screen, a small smile on your face as you imagined Lexi’s response. She’d been super caught up with work lately, so a lunch date sounded perfect. But when you saw the three dots pop up in response, your smile faded.

The number that popped up wasn’t Lexi’s.

Unknown Number: “Uh… I think you have the wrong number.”

You blinked at the message, trying to figure out what just happened. It took you a few seconds to realize you’d texted someone completely random. You quickly started typing a reply to apologize, but before you could hit send, another message came through.

Unknown Number: “But hey, no worries. What’s this about lunch? Sounds nice, even if it’s not for me.”

Your brow furrowed as you hesitated, then laughed a little. Was this some kind of weird coincidence? You shrugged, fingers hovering over the keys.

You: "Oops, sorry about that. It was meant for a friend. But, uh, since you’re here—what’s your name?"

You didn’t expect a response to come quickly, but less than a minute later, you got one.

Unknown Number: "Brody. And you’re the one with lunch plans for some reason, so I feel like you should be the one telling me what’s going on."

You grinned at his cheeky reply, feeling oddly comfortable despite the situation.

You: "Fair enough, Brody. I just wanted to hang with my friend. But hey, now that we’re texting, what about you? What’s your deal?"

For a while, you and Brody just casually texted back and forth, mostly about random things—nothing too deep, but enough to pass the time. You found yourself laughing at his jokes, and he seemed to enjoy poking fun at your over-enthusiastic texts. It became one of those weird, unexpected, but entertaining conversations. You got into a routine of talking after work, some small chats during the day, and by the time the weekend came, you were genuinely curious about the guy behind the phone number.

After a few days of texting, Brody dropped a suggestion.

Brody: “Okay, so how about this? We’ve been texting for a while. Maybe it’s time we actually meet up and see what all this texting is about.”

You hesitated, biting your lip as you read the message. Nervously, you typed a reply.

You: "Are you sure? I mean, we don’t actually know anything about each other, and this could be super awkward…"

Brody: "Could be awkward, could be fun. Who knows? I think you’ll find I’m pretty charming in person."

You rolled your eyes but felt your pulse quicken a little. He seemed confident, but you couldn’t deny there was a part of you that was curious to meet him, too.

You: "Alright. I guess we can give it a shot. But just so you know, I’m not responsible if this turns into the weirdest thing ever."

Brody: "Trust me, I’m prepared for weird."

A few days later, you found yourself standing outside a coffee shop, nervously fiddling with your phone. You’d decided to meet at a casual place, thinking it would be less awkward. But now that you were standing there, you could feel your heart rate picking up. What if he wasn’t as cool in person? What if he was a total disaster?

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and smiled when you saw the text.

Brody: "I’m here. Where are you?"

You quickly shot back a message.

You: "I’m standing outside by the door. Don’t judge me if I’m awkward."

Moments later, you saw a figure approach, and your stomach flipped. Brody was taller than you expected, dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, his hair tousled in a way that looked effortlessly cool. His smile was wide when he saw you, a mix of confidence and nervousness in his eyes. You could tell he was just as uncertain as you were.

"Hey," he greeted with a slightly crooked grin, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Hi," you said, your voice a little shaky. You felt your cheeks flush but quickly cleared your throat. "So, uh, this is happening."

Brody laughed, and that was enough to break the ice. “It’s definitely happening. Sorry, I might be a little awkward, too.”

You both shared a look, the kind of glance that said you were both in this together. Slowly, you stepped inside the coffee shop, and the conversation flowed more easily than expected. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes, in the way he made you laugh, and in how comfortable you felt around him. He was charming, but not in an obnoxious way—more like the kind of person you could easily talk to for hours without it feeling forced.

“So,” he said, his voice teasing as you both sipped your drinks. “How do you feel about the fact that we texted for like a week and still hadn’t met until now? It’s kind of funny.”

You smiled, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know. I think it was kinda cool. Kind of like… we got to know each other in this weird, no-pressure way.”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice softening. “I like that. Plus, you’re actually cute, so that’s a bonus.”

You blinked, surprised at the compliment. “Well, thanks. You’re not bad yourself.”

Brody chuckled, and the tension melted away. After a few more hours of talking, you both realized the connection was real—maybe even stronger than you thought.

When it was time to leave, you both stood outside, lingering awkwardly for a moment. Brody glanced down at his phone and then back at you. “So… would it be crazy if we did this again sometime?”

You laughed, feeling the nervous energy dissipate. “No, it wouldn’t be crazy. I think I could be convinced.”

“Well,” Brody said, flashing that adorable grin again, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

And just like that, what started as a simple text to the wrong number turned into something you didn’t expect: a connection. A real, live connection.

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Authors Note: Nutella please send me a PR package I love your work

[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-sonic-the-hedgehog-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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[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

[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.” 

[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.

[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 💛