#i could write a million fics

[thepowerofswayze]

shoes

pairing: clapton davis (2011) / gn!reader

word count: 290 [ a shorty ;( ]

warnings & info: fluff, gender neutral

summary: clapton likes doing things for you- like tying your shoes

note: can you tell the jhutch hyperfix died. please lie and say no 😩😋

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You were standing to the side of the hallway, books clutched in your hands, a grin making your cheeks hurt. “I can tie my own shoes, Clapton,” you said, watching as the boy dropped to one knee and tapped your leg.

“I know,” he replied. You offset your leg slightly, moving the untied shoe closer to him. “I got it though, babe.”

This was not the first time he’d done this. Clapton seemed to love doing things for you, no matter how easily you could complete the task yourself. From getting you lunch to grabbing your favorite drink before school to walking you to every class, even though it made him late. He’d most often open doors for you, dramatically shutting your car door when you tried to do it yourself, sending you into a fit of laughter as he reopened it with a flourish and a bow.

“Why, thank you,” you’d snicker fondly, taking his outstretched hand.

He’d bring the back of your hand to his lips, the action exceedingly comical when compared to his highlighter yellow tank top and basketball shorts.

Now, he was standing up, your shoe double knotted and snug. He adjusted your backpack on his shoulder, his own on the other, and held his hand out for yours. You grinned, shifting the few books in your own arms to one side and taking his hand. “You’re too much,” you said, before squeezing his hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I like it.”

Clapton’s cheeks flushed as he beamed, squeezing your hand back gently. “Yeah, well, you know,” he shrugged, embarrassment fresh and genuine as if this hadn’t happened countless times before. It made you laugh, and you pressed another kiss to his smiling lips.

[kagooleo]

so with confidence I present my rarepair...fluffyriceshipping!

they were originally a joke ship (which was my last chance to get out) but they grew on me more and more throughout last year, and months later they've become my favorite pair to draw! their name was the funniest thing to make of them because i got to joke around with their jpn names

the tl:dr of them is that there's a lot of good drama to make of thirty-somethings with the weight of responsibility of their respective cultures on their shoulders, as well as their personal thoughts of the trainers of their respective regions, all this culminating together to be really compelling for me to develop, so I'll ramble a Whole lot more under the cut about them :D!!

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ok now that the people that wanted to see more about what i'm crazy about when i'm not online are here you guys better prepare for the worddump lmao

before they meet its postgame and they’re both in their thirties (early to mid), lance post gsc/hgss still upholds his champion position and managing the dragon's den alongside any g-man/undercover rocket work on the side (in workaholic mode), riley post dppt is occasionally battling at the battleground but also holing himself up with patrols on iron island and doing egg research and training his aura (Also in workaholic mode)

i'd say all the work makes byron and roark try to get him a break from all that, convincing him at some point to take a vacation! see the sights my guy you've been workin yourself to the bone

it's canonically shown in hgss that riley does appear as a partner for the battle tower, so at some point he is in johto! the region resonates with his cultural sensibilities so maybe he revisits it again to instead actually relax there.

lance would probably catch his hat flying away when he's visiting elm's lab (a fellow egg researcher) in new bark and riley would have absolutely fell first for him (and i'm a sucker for meet-cutes,,,)

and from there they hit it off! being both skilled trainers in their own right they battle and go out to eat after and talk about their family (clair and the elders, for riley's case his family friends byron and roark), their culture (dragon clans and aura guardians), and then when they talk about their respective trainer kiddos (silver and dawn) something clicks between them (it’s a Really rough snippet but hopefully it’s decent)-

"Do you have any kids? I know the news loves to make up some kind of story about secret love affairs with a random person." the guardian says, awkwardly.

Lance smiles, "Oh, yeah! I have one but he's technically not mine." Riley chokes on his iced tea.

"I'm sorry?" A million thoughts roll through his mind as he processes his words said so matter-of-factly.

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I'm only partly joking."

"E-Elaborate..."

The champion explains the general gist of things as he's met him, Silver, his kid-by-odd-circumstance, was homeless for a while, but was training alongside some other up and coming trainers. Uncovering some Rocket related files, he learns he's the son of the boss of the entire organization, and after some on and off meetings he eventually got him a place to stay at the Dragon's Den, and soon after began living with him at his place when he warmed up to the idea of adoption.

There are times he gets overwhelmed with all that he's been through, and some nights its all too much. But Lance was there with him, stayed with him every step of the way, unlike the one who gave him that abandonment anxiety in the first place.

"He's my kid, not by blood, and maybe not by his family, either. But instead, by his own decision he chose to stay with me. I'd want him to keep the freedom he has now." Lance states, firmly. "And now he's grown up as strong as I believed he could. I'm proud of him, as much as he tends to deny that." Riley senses his draconic aura swell with pride, mixed with a humbling sincerity in his words.

"What about you? Any kids of your own?" the sudden flip of the question surprises the guardian briefly.

"N-Nothing adoptive but…I suppose it's similar, in a way to meeting them as you have."

The guardian's turn, now. Dawn was someone he met when he was training on Iron Island, and also served as a guide to get her through the caverns. When he felt something off in the aura surrounding the area, he eventually learned of Galactic causing the pokemon on the island to feel restless and agitated. With her, they were able to clear the island of their antics and even gifted her a Riolu egg on her journey. From there, he was impressed with how strong she was, and did hear from Cynthia that she raised his present up to evolving her into a Lucario. He couldn't have been happier.

That was the case, until he caught the aftermath of the events of Mt. Coronet.

What Cyrus did, the lengths he'd go to, and dragging the both of them into a mess that could have torn the world apart.

After that, Dawn stayed home for a while. Cynthia put him as a contact for her mom, who was really worried for her. With his aura and her friends, Lucas and Barry, they were a big help for her recovery. And eventually, after a lot of time and work, she became the region's champion. She messages every now and then to him, as processing any trauma is never an easy road, but he realized how lucky she was to have the people she'd met to keep her steady, and knew she'll be alright.

"I...still wish I could've done more for her," Riley says, quieter. "Cynthia told me about what happened in that other world, and it...it was a lot for Dawn, a lot of emotions to help her figure out." he finishes, sheepish.

"…I don't blame you for feeling that way, I wouldn't know what to do in a scenario like that, either." the champion says, unsure too.

"It's amazing, in a way. All these kids going through so much on their own. I'd be proud were it not so scary, realizing how young they are to go through what they have been through."

"There's only so much you really can do, as an adult. I've realized that fact a long time ago." Lance's aura felt oddly melancholic, as bright and pretty as it may appear. "It's either immediate or slow when things change for them, and sometimes you'll have to make a choice on the spot when the time comes for them to decide what they want to do." It sounds like he’s speaking from experience, but the melancholy makes it appear that he's had some regrets.

“I trust in them to find their own path, eventually. When they’re together, those kids are gonna be alright on their own.”

His reassurance helped, even if only by a small amount.

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I should make some kind of master post about them at some point but WAH god I’m so happy I can actually put them together in pokemon masters, they’ve really grown on me and I’ve developed a lot for the both of them in my free time, but yeah this is the rarepair that’s been on my brain for ages now, a gaze into my goo brain 🤪

[kenconffetti]

MegopWeek2023 - Day 3 - (Arranged) Marriage/Tears

[hyperblue]

the world is not ready for the sheer comedic potential that damian wayne, terry mcginnis and timkon clone baby could have

[good-beans]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written), and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)!

Thanks @thepatchycat for the tag! I'm currently tackling a gigantic choice-story fic project so have a quick choice result😅

The fire extinguisher’s weight is a reassuring one. You can relax having some control over the chaos that surely awaits.

Tagging people who I know are working on things rn but I feel bad choosing so PLEASE jump in if you want to share -- I'd love to see! :D @fayesdiary @rainbowghostcat @kyanako5972 @luce-speaks @lostxmelody @justzosiahere @yaraneechan @igotbones

[lunar-years]

obviously Jamie not being in season 4 would suck mostly because I simply want Jamie to be there and to get more of his story and get to enjoy more interactions between Jamie and the other characters. At the end of the day though, I can just not watch s4, which I'm perfectly okay with.

what sucks EVEN MORE to me, and is far harder to avoid, is that not having Jamie in the show totally changes the *canon* of the character in a way that will inevitably bleed over into fan spaces, regardless of whether or not I'm actively watching. However they write him out (I assume it would just be having him go to another team) becomes the new "Jamie Tartt canon." And that small thing totally changes his story and we don't even get to see it play out! When i was perfectly happy playing in my sandbox of a million equally valid possibilities.

[simpfornegan]

one of my favorite things to read in butchlander fics is butcher having homelander’s kid/being a decent mother meanwhile homelander is so consumed by his obsession with butcher that he just can’t fathom the idea of sharing and it leads to him being so utterly selfish that he’s of course a terrible father (and the kid, in time, winds up being his demise)

[sundogsandrainbows]

*gnawing at the bars of my enclosure*

A 40ish yrs old Lenya as DA4 advisor to concept art rook aboard Isabela's ship (as world hub)

LENYA AS ADVISOR TO MY NO NONSENSE CARTA ROOK

LenYA aS ADviSOr

[romanscool]

New maxiel prompt/fic?

I’ve been thinking about teen!maxiel for a long time now, I think this is slightly overdue…

So guess what? I’m starting a farmer teen!daniel and music genius!max high school band!maxiel fic which I really hope I’ll be able to truly start before the end of the year (‘which could mean nothing’ is taking my whole life I swear, and let’s not even talk of work 😪)

I’ll share my notes app cause it’s so funny to me how I’m unable to write anywhere but there (55k of ‘which could mean nothing’ is making it lag poor notes app) so there u go! Enjoy

Lots of love and I hope I’ll be able to deliver what could either be a 12k words one shot of this or a 200k words, 50 chapters monster 🫣

Let me know your thoughts about this!

Prompt:

Ideas/scenes/dynamics:

(Very sorry for the way the notes are written btw, this is purely me going feral over this idea and not being able to be normal about teen maxiel)

[mumbledramblings]

vash and knives are each other's antithesis not because vash is kind and knives is cruel, but because vash thinks the best of people and knives thinks the worst

[osamucide]

dazai teaching/guiding sigma on how to properly fuck using reader 🌸

YUPPPPP 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

there is definitely a fic or two like this out there already but the temptation to write my own………especially after meursault……

[melting-houses-of-gold]

could we live with just a taste?

Chapter 4 on AO3

Rex was wrong earlier when he convinced himself that he could live a life without ever kissing Ahsoka again. A fool to think anything that happened on the mission would ever serve to satiate him. Ahsoka kisses him like she means it. Like she might die if they stop. It’s all-consuming, a marked difference from the beginning of the night in a way that makes him realize they both held back during the mission. Now every touch between them is filled with hunger and longing, an infusion of all the emotions between them that can’t—and won’t—ever be spoken aloud.

Pairing: Rex/Ahsoka

Rating: E

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

for @rexsoka-monthly's Halloween/Monstober prompt

[altschmerzes]

any more details on jamie settling in living with ted + adjusting to that everything you’ve posted is so good

YES ABSOLUTELY here is, in no particular order, an assortment of details about the process of jamie settling into living with ted and adjusting to that new reality:

(cw for non-detailed references to abuse and ptsd symptoms stemming from abuse trauma)

- when ted first takes jamie home from the hospital, roy goes with them. he sleeps on the couch in ted's flat for over a week before he's finally willing to spend the night in his own house (away from jamie) and that is far from the last time he stays at ted's just because neither of them can stand to be away from the kid overnight. eventually, bc it is murder on his back, roy starts sleeping in ted's room with him when he stays over on those nights, bc their dynamic is evolving too as all this is happening and they get a lot closer as they're like, really in the thick of basically co-parenting this kid together. (i am EARNING my platonic co-parenting tag on this fic okay sdlsk) this part isn't so much about jamie but it's a detail about those early days that i think about a lot.

- in the early days jamie really tries to like- he wants it to be Clear that look i'm not asking for anything i'm not entitled to, this is a Business Arrangement or whatever, you're too good a guy to let me go back to my dad after what happened or keep bouncing around my friends' couches like i've been doing while in london, but i know what this is and what it isn't. and ted's just like. respectfully. i do not think you do.

- (bc obviously ted is like. i did not take in an abused sixteen year old to be my roommate. when he talked to michelle on the phone about what he wanted to do, how he wanted to take action not only to get jamie away from james but to bring him home as well, and he wanted to make sure it wasn't going to be a bad decision for henry's sake, michelle told him to go get his kid. that's what this is. as far as ted's concerned, this was his official step into the role of being this boy's father, and he's going to live up to that.)

- even though ted's never raised a hand to him, it's hard for jamie to believe, really internalize and believe that he's safe there. sometimes, something will trigger him and he'll be pretty sure for at least a brief period of time that ted's going to snap and things are going to get bad. one time when this happens and jamie has a particularly bad panic attack as a result, once he gets calmed down and settled a bit, ted decides to try something new to see if it'll help. he first explains that jamie is never, ever going to be hit here, because this is not a hitting family, and ted is not going to scream and holler at him either. he'll make mistakes, and might raise his voice every so often, but he'll do his best not to and he'll always apologize if it happens, because that's not okay here.

and then after that, after making that extremely clear, ted goes on with his new plan for something that might help:

"Until you can believe me, or any time you’re just not sure, that’s the real nice thing about this community we got here, is you’ve got plenty of real good people around you that you can go to. So if I ever do anything that hurts you or scares you, you can call one of them, and they’ll help you and keep you safe. I’m not ever gonna give you a reason to need to make that call, but it’s important you know that it’s a call you can make. So we’re gonna make a list, okay?"

"A list?"

"A list of people you can call, if I ever hurt you or make you think I’m gonna hurt you. So that you can look at it and know you have choices."

so they make a list. (roy is the first name that goes on it. but they add a lot of others too - beard. higgins. julie. sarah kent. rebecca. mae the pub owner, which gets a laugh out of ted.) (it's a big list, and it's a little overwhelming for jamie to look at. he spent a long time suffering and scared on his own, and now he's only got the memory of that, the way living like that has made him afraid even when he's safe, and he has this whole list of people who'd drop anything to get him out of a bad situation if he just made a phone call.) (ted DOESN'T ever give him reason to use it, but while he's working on believing that ted isn't going to hurt him, even now that jamie lives with him even now that ted is becoming, has become his dad it makes him feel just that much safer to know that even if it did happen, he wouldn't be alone again)

- the first time that jamie's friends come over to hang out is a really, really big deal. not just to jamie (who did not bring friends over to his dad's place) and to ted (who knows it's a big step for him to do this, to take up space like that) but to the kidgang too (they've never seen him like this, without the looming threat of what he went home to hanging over him).

[bloodfreakcastiel]

the destiel that lives in my head is where cas says “i love you” and dean says “i love you too” and then dean gives a big fat middle finger to the empty and it just...leaves and they fuck nasty on the dungeon floor. then dean is like “im retiring and gonna work through the trauma of my life” and cas is like 😙✌️ “i will literally follow you anywhere forever until the end of time.” then they find a small little gay ass farm house where they can watch the sun set behind a mountain range. and they have two horses and they have some chickens and maybe a giant cow that they rescued and then they just keep rescuing animals and become a sanctuary. and THEN they have the most eclectic furniture and decor because cas gets really into antiquing and always finds just the weirdest and quirkiest shit imaginable and dean is like “you’re literally the love of my life and i can’t tell you no ever again” so it just develops into the strangest collection of stuff. and then they continue to fuck nasty literally everywhere like on the mountains, in a field, in their marital bed (and they cry afterwards). and they are also the most loving dads in the world to jack and they live happily ever after the end.

[noecoded]

If you could have any Asmo/reader fic what would be the things you would want from it? like an ideal fic would contain what tropes or AUS or situations or whatever

uhmm anything wellwritten that characterizes asmo similar to the way i do ! i rlly like character exploration , both more serious stuff & just sillycute...anything where asmo is a little cunning and toxic and also gets railed into oblivion.anything where hes a vampire. ill write a tag essay about the specifics

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

Cupping your partner's face in your hand before kissing them 💜

An old prompt but I'm getting back into writing and tackling the ask hoarde I've collected over the last (checks date) uhh year and a bit úps

Please enjoy some wolchefant

Muireann burst into the doors, her eyes darted around the room for the tell tale blue of the turncoat Crystal Braves before she lowered her grimoire. Her carbuncle bounded out of its hiding place in her winter robe, weaving between her legs as she approached Haurchefant’s desk. There was something off about her. Her breath too quick, her eyes too frantic, and a tremor in her entire body that was different to the shaking when the chill cut through her.

“Muireann, my dear, whatever happened?”

“B-bad. I’ was too m-mu-uch.”

“Let’s get you somewhere warmer.” He quickly ushered her into the antechamber excusing the guard inside the door.

“Now then, let’s get this damp coat off you so you can – ” Haurchefant stopped easing the coat from her shoulders when he saw the dim purple-white light coming from her back. The delicate fractal wings had snaked their way up over her shoulders and partway up her neck, crackling levin still dancing under her skin.

“Muireann…should I be concerned that you’re glowing?” Haurchefant’s tone was measured, not entirely devoid of his usual cheery tone but there was a stiffness to it.

“’s Ram-mu-muh. I couldn’t – he’s next on the list. But I couldn’t sum-um-mon an egi. We had everything right! I even snuck into the Sylphlands to make sure I had the requisite aether before heading to Mor-r Dhona…it’s never…it’s never not worked before. I did everything right!”

Her voice was stopping and starting with the pulses of levin under her skin – he could feel it under his fingertips – just how much lightning aether had she taken in that it was affecting her this badly even after expelling some of it? He was suddenly very relieved that she had maintained composure until they were alone – with her battle against Shiva well known, it would not do to have her seen to be open to manipulation of any sort by the primals she had slain.

It was proving difficult to secure the requisite paperwork for the four remaining Scions with the accusations of regicide. If one of their biggest claims in their favour were to be twisted into an accusation of heresy? Haurchefant squeezed Muireann close against his chest. It would not do to think of it.

She latched onto him, taking steadying breaths to bring her vibrating body back fully under her control, “I did everything right…and it still didn’t work. If I can’t do this, Haurchefant, what if – ”

He gently cut her worries short by cupping her face in his hands. He could feel the crackle of levin at his fingertips even through the leather of his gauntlets.

“My dear, I have every confidence that you will find the solutions – as you have always done. And with such staunch allies as these researchers you’ve described I pity any who would cross you once you have resolved your current predicament.”

“If the Archbishop doesn’t hurry up and stamp or sign whatever papers are outstanding he just might jump to the top of the list.”

“That, my darling, is the exact kind of rumour-starting threat that could delay this whole ordeal even further. Much as I would not object to you staying here longer for entirely selfish reasons, it is much safer in Ishgard proper.” Haurchefant punctuated the sentence by gently kissing her forehead.

“I don’t do threats, dear, only promises.”

Non-verbal love prompts