#i was gonna go write some 'wholesome' fic but my mind is no longer in that place

[foxett]

What's the swingset AU. I am hellbent on this AU rn and like pls yap about the lore 🙏

Aha.... Buckle your seatbelts this will take a while. (TW for mentions of s*icide, s*lf h*rm and death in general under the cut. Also omori spoilers. But that's probably to be expected)

Swingset was first an idea. Probably around early 2024??? I'm not sure but!!! I didn't actually plan to write anything about it until I got the idea for it and started writing the fic my last week of school (so it updates every wednesday)

The au itself... Hhhh yeah. Basically, the incident happens as normal, but Sunny doesn't have headspace and whitespace to slip into in his mind, and is fully aware the whole time Basil is doing the hanging and stuff or Mari. Sunny decides it's for the best and kills himself, hanging himself on the same tree Mari was already hanging on only like. Minutes later. (First chapter). Basil leaves before Sunny does that so he doesn't know it happens.

The rest of the gang (+ Basil is dragged along) and they find Mari and Sunny!!!! Yay!!! (Sarcastic yay) Anyways in short they react badly but Kel probably has it the worst because he's a little delulu in this au. Basil is close behind tho.

Kel twists the incident to Mari and Sunny making a swing and. Yeah. Au name!!! He also makes up fake versions of Sunny and Mari (and also everyone else, because the group fell apart) to hang out with. In other words, Kel needs a schizophrenia diagnosis. Everyone copes horribly (Basil. Well. Self harms. And generally is probably going insane.) (Hero bedrots like in canon but longer) (Aubrey bullies Basil at first but they make up and form a sorta sibling bond!) (not gonna spoil the exact thing but Aubrey will be traumatized further)

There's!!! A lot of stuff going on. Kel has all his fake friends (before the group reunited because of a certain incident!) - and also ghost Sunny and Mari (who age like ghost Mari does in canon because i said so) exist but they're not too important outside of the good ending.

I don't keep count but i think there's a total of 8 something's total. Canon something (Mari something, Maris hanging body), Sunny something (Sunny's hanging body), canon something (Mari at the bottom of the stairs, Basil's something), Noosething (Basil's extra au something (tying the noose which leads to Sunny's own suicide), Basil something (Aubrey's extra something. Not spoiling it for now...), Kel something (bad ending) and hero's very hd quality something's (he looked at the bodies too long ig)

Everyone has the sunny and mari somethings. Basil has 4 total. Hero and Aubrey have 3 (sunny, mari, their own bonus) Kel repressed his two but they still show up in the shadows sometimes :)

Basil is. Where do i start. He actually is completely delusional. Completely. More than Kel kinda. He also hears voices. He almost kills someone trying to kill himself (spoilers), and overall almost kills himself like. At least thrice. He doesn't take care of himself. At least Aubrey's there to help!

On a sorta wholesome note, everyone gets their hair dyed!! They do it to 'help' Kel to snap out of his delusions (it makes it worse) (kel does snap out of it at some point! But it might just be too late for it by then :) )

For the fic itself it's 11k ish words and 4 chapters at the moment.???? I have 20 chapters planned total plus two bonus ones so. Ouch. that's gonna be fun to write. I take the au itself seriously but the extra drawings i do for it... Ehhh not so much.

I have this gem of a doodle (vision basil and real basil) i frankly don't remember when i drew this. I probably was half asleep and it was like 2 am.

I plan to rework the old reference sheets i have and hopefully do the fifth chapter today and tomorrow! I don't actually wanna spoil much but definitely keep an eye out for some post!!!

Yippie! Read below ↓

mind the warnings (although since you made it this far, you probably don't care!!)

[sugoi-writes]

FUCK. I WROTE PART NINE AND HAD IT ALL READY TO GO AND THEN MY KID GOT HER HANDS ON MY PHONE AND CLOSED THE APP. THANK LUCIFER I HAD THE FIRST HALF SAVED AS A DRAFT BUT STILL. OTL sending this separate because I was paranoid she'd do it again and I would have to write the second part a third time 😭 also realizing I forgot to put my sig at the bottom of Pt.9

..... Annnnd of course, after pressing send I remember that I forgot to rewrite the part where reader chokes Alastor when they cum. just shoot me holy motherfucking shit

At some point I'mma just make these into a full blown PWP fic. It seems like they get longer with each installment 🤣 (I'm sorry btw, I always feel kinda bad whenever I leave long messages in anyone's inbox 😫

AYEEEE WELL YA KNOW WHAT THEY SAY - GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE!! 😘❤️‍🔥

It's a fitting pet name Hunny Pun! You're the queen of puns and you're so so SO sweet like a Honey Bun! is that icing or Alastor's jizz on you??? ... im so sorry i'll see myself out again 😭 CAN'T FIND AND KISS ME IF I FIND AND KISS YOU FIRST BABES~! ❤️❤️❤️

I can't hold on to my anonymity anymore guys so I'mma be making Pt.10 my reveal post~ it's killing me that I can't leave rabid fangirl messages on your works like you all do here for me! I really did wanna wait until I got the Smutmus Holy Trinity complete or at least in the revision stages but just- GAH! I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW AMAZING I THINK YOU ARE. Beautiful beautiful minds, inside and out i can't even-!

Seriously though, I can't even begin to express how grateful and happy I am to have met any of you! And there are no words in the English dictionary (or any at all really) that I could use to describe what I feel about how accepting and supportive you've been! I could NEVER thank yall enough for helping me to find the joy in writing again. I love all three of you so much and I'm honored to call you friends!! 🥺🥰💋

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

False Alarm for the Next Part!! And honestly, thank God, the vibe is still not charged HAH--

Oh no!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!! I had a similar experience when writing my part 2 to my Nun! Alastor fic. Fun fact: had to re-write it 5 times because I kept forgetting to save it. ;;_;; hhhh my baby fever is so bad I'm crying, but man, KIDS! What a little stinker 🥹❤️

Also, my ask box is usually super empty? Like, you could LICK the floor with how neat and empty it is? I LOVE messages? Even better if they long like Alastor's girthy fucking co--

We--We were- when we??? ALASTOR GETS--??? MY HANDS AROUND HIS???

*Danny.Exe has experienced an Error*

*Rebooting*

OKAY IM BACK--

☄️❤️Anon... babycakes. At this rate I'm gonna do more than fucking kiss you. I think we're past that now. And if you keep calling me 'Hunny Pun', or similar pet names, I'm just gonna jump your bones--

Hug you!!!! I meant hug you!!!

It's Alastor's jizz. It's canon-- NO DONT LEAVE I NEED TO KNOW HOW I GOT IT ON MY FAAAAAAACE

GUYS CODE TREAT, CODE TREAT, THE ANON VEIL IS DROPPING!!! ITS DROPPING DHDHDJDHDJ-- You will never gain a mutual as fast as you will then I SWEAR

☄️❤️!!! Smut Santaaaaa! 🥹😭❤️ Your mind is a beautiful, smutty, enchanting place!!! Knowing that you've been religiously cranking this out, while also having a kiddo... Seriously, how do you do it??? If anyone deserves the praise rn, 🎵it's you??? It's you, ITS ALWAYS YOU!!🎵 ❤️❤️❤️

Don't push yourself too hard! Please? ❤️ I will treasure these rare, scrumptious little treats for as long as I have brain cells left ❤️ I will call you friend until you tell me to quit or I lose my voice for good. And even then, my lips will keep moving and repeating the same thing until I'm blue in the face. ❤️❤️❤️ you are such a sweet, sweet, soul, and I can feel your vibes, and they are so wholesome! I can't wait to meet the person or sexual fiend behind it all! I feel like I speak for us all, and not just the main 3, but EVERYONE: everyone who has read your posts love you to bits. And they love your work to bits. Best believe when you publish your first work, we'll be there. En masse. And we will be EAGERLY returning the love you surprised us with.

Thank you for all that you do. On this post in particular, you deserve a foot rub, a forehead kiss, and a hug that lifts and spins you off your feet! 💗💗💗

Have a blissful, best of days you can have, dear! You deserve it! 💗

[jikook-love]

Don't know if you've answered this in the past but what's their ideal lapdance song? My soul requires this

omg your mind–not only is the visual imagination not enough for your stimulation but you need the auditory too huh? i see, i see :3 well, unfortunately, i don’t think i can decide one so lemme just pull up my “jikook lapdance” playlist (jk i do not actually have one i promise…)

Here are what I’ve decided are the best ones that would suit them...

Top ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) potential:

Take You Down - Chris Brown 

Birthday Sex - Jeremih (#headcanon)

Miniskirt - AOA (costume optional ( ͡°/// ͜ʖ/// ͡°))

LIE - Jimin (i’ll bet this already happened irl ._.)

Thirsty - Taemin 

i love it - DEAN ft. dok2 

Suffer - Charlie Puth

BODY - Mino

Earned It - The Weeknd (only bc park jimin likes being praised heh)

Baby Goodnight - GD&TOP

House of Cards - BTS (4:26 for all ur sinful needs)

Runner ups:

Back Seat - JYJ (like the best smut song ever but like. it for somethin else you know? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Something - Girl’s Day (lul. because park jimin enjoyed it too much back then even when Jungkook was still a minor. awkwerd.)

Despacito - Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee + Biebz (before it was overplayed this would’ve definitely made the list. also potentially canon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Adult Ceremony - Park Ji Yoon (too obvious at this point.)

Homewrecker - Travis Garland

Sorry Sorry Answer - Super Junior + Yoo Young Jin 

Into You (Mac Miller Remix) - Ariana Grande ft. Mac Miller

Slumber Party - Britney Spears ft. Tinashe

at the end of it all, i definitely don’t think that’s for me to decide, like at all LOL. and it would definitely be up to their mood. what I personally think would be a good song for them to uhhh do the deed to? also I feel like I’m missing at least five billion songs ._. this ended up being more kpop than i expected but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it is what it is lol 

Tell me what other songs you all can think of though, cause I’m sure I’m missing so real good ones. Let us listen to these songs with our vivid imaginations as we wait together... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

[aliceblisss]

helloo!! can you write a steve rogers x reader fic where the reader (who has a crush on steve) accidentally walks in to sharon flirting w steve and then she walks away and cries when clint, bucky, wanda, nat and tony saw her and asks her why. they knew why short after, and reader goes for a walk outside the compound. steve searches for her eventually as the other avengers asks him to confess and solve the misunderstanding. steve found the reader at the big christmas tree in rockefeller center making a wish and he confesses to her there 🥺 im sorry if it’s too specific!

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request and thank you for being so patient! I changed up a few of the details I hope you don’t mind <33

CW: language lol

A/N: I really liked writing this one. Send me more Steve and overall MCU requests!! Also remember to reblog as it helps a lot! <3

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The annual Christmas party is Tony and Pepper’s pride and joy.

It’s December 24th, Christmas Eve. A lot of us don’t have much family left to spend the holidays with, and those that do bring them along.

It’s the one night a year where we’re normal people. Everyone’s laughing, singing, dancing. Some drink a bit too much eggnog. But all in all it’s a fun, wholesome night.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I fought an army of five hundred men alone? Just me and Mjollnir” Thor sat beside me on the couch with probably his hundredth eggnog; to his and my surprise it appears to actually be kicking in a bit. In his defense Nat made it extra strong this year.

I sigh and smell the mix of eggnog and hot chocolate in my breath, “Yes Thor, you did. Like three times already and you keep adding people. The first time you told it was only two hundred men” I can’t help but laugh.

He furrows his brows and frowns, realizing I caught him, “No, I think you’re remembering it wrong”

I pat his knee, “Sure honey, whatever you say” with a smile.

Regardless of all that he begins to tell the story for a fourth time. Clint’s kids and Scott all listen to him in awe. Meanwhile I spot something across the room that made my heart sink.

I see Steve and Sharon laughing together, standing close to each other, being very touchy-feely. It made my stomach churn. But I was frozen in place, I couldn’t stop staring at them. Like that moment in a scary movie where you know something bad is about to happen but you can’t bring yourself to look away or close your eyes.

I know I shouldn’t really feel jealous. Steve and I are just friends. Obviously him and Sharon get along very well, she’s beautiful and clearly a better fit for him.

But I can’t help it. It makes me miserable. I’ve been in love for him for so long now I honestly wish it’d just go away at this point. Everything would be much simpler that way.

That way, I could just enjoy being his friend without my heart racing every time we touch or hold eye contact for longer than three seconds. I wouldn’t be over analyzing everything he says. I wouldn’t continuously get my hopes up thinking “maybe he does feel the same way”.

And then, just as that feeling of tears started to burn in my eyes, I noticed it; the mistletoe.

They were standing right below mistletoe. I started praying they wouldn’t notice but they did. Sharon looked up and smirked, Steve’s gaze followed. That’s it. Now’s the time to look away. I’m not gonna continue to torture myself here, much less with the sight of them kissing.

I got up abruptly and left the room, tears already streaming down my face. I went into another room and quickly closed the door behind me. Only to find Nat and Wanda in there.

They instantly got up with worry in their eyes. I could tell they were having a good time, talking and laughing. But it all disappeared off their faces in an instant when they saw me crying.

Immediately Nat walked up to me, holding my face up gently. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

But I just kept silently crying, ruining my makeup no doubt.

Natasha put her arm around me and led me to the couch where both her and Wanda sat with me and held me as I cried.

Wanda’s not the best at comforting, but I know she tries her best and I know she truly cares.

“Who do I have to hurt?” she said with a trace of her Sokovian accent that is more noticeable when she’s angry.

I manage to get the words out, “No one” in between sniffles.

“Then why are you crying?” she asked. I didn’t wanna say. It’s too embarrassing.

But Natasha took a good look at me and sighed, “I think I know”.

I turn to her, and she gives me a small smile and says, “Would this have anything to do with you liking Steve?”

My eyes widen. “How did you know?”

She raised an eyebrow at me, “I just do”

“You have feelings for Steve?” Wanda asked, genuinely surprised. I simply nod in response.

“Don’t worry, you’re fairly good at hiding it. It took me a while to figure out so I doubt anyone else knows. Especially him” Nat reassured me.

Wanda brought a tissue to me from across the room with her powers. I thanked her and cleaned up my face a bit.

“What happened though? Why are you crying then?” Wanda was still eager to know.

I took deep breaths to calm myself before recalling the memory. “It’s him and Sharon. I’ve seen how they are together, and just now they were all flirty n’ shit. And they were under mistletoe; I saw they were about to kiss”.

“Did you actually see them kiss?” It was Natasha who asked this time.

I shook my head, “I left before I could witness it”.

Nat kept rubbing my back while Wanda let me rest my head on her shoulder. I was still crying.

“Y/n there’s—” Nat started to speak but before she could continue Steve walked in.

“There you are” he said with a smile while looking at me. His face dropped when he saw the state I was in.

“What’s wrong?” he hurried towards me with worry in his eyes. I can’t face him right now, it’s too much.

I quickly get up and walk past him as I mumble a quick “Nothing” and leave the room. On my way out of the compound I grab my coat and I get in the elevator. Just as the doors were closing I saw Steve trying to catch up with me.

Once I’m out I put my espionage skills to use; right now I wanna be left alone. I decide to head for the big Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center thinking that’ll cheer me up a bit.

The loud sounds and all the sounds of the city start to overwhelm me but I just think that once I get to the tree I’ll be fine.

I arrive at the giant tree and stand in front of it feeling tiny in comparison. It was raining earlier so the water droplets make the lights look extra twinkly. It’s very cold, I shiver and fold my arms tightly regretting not bringing more than just my coat.

Despite there being so much commotion around me when I focus on the tree it all kinda fades away. So much so that I almost didn’t notice Steve standing at my side. I look at him through the corner of my eye; he’s also staring at the tree.

After a few seconds in silence he turns to me and says, “I figured you’d be cold”. When I turn to him I see he has my fuzzy hat and scarf. I can’t help but smile at the gesture, he give me a small smile too.

He then puts the hat on my head and wraps the scarf around my neck. I can feel myself blush but hopefully my cheeks were already red from the cold and he won’t notice. He smiles at me with gentle eyes but I force myself to look away, to focus on the tree. Because if I don’t I’ll drown in his eyes.

We both stand in silence staring at the tree. Our silences aren’t usually uncomfortable. But I know that he knows. So I’m silently freaking out on the inside.

“I tried to count all the lights once” I break the silence and my internal panic.

He snorts, “Of course you did. How far did you get?”

“Two-hundred and seventy-seven” I mumble, slightly embarrassed. Although I’d rather this embarrassment than the alternative.

“Wow, that’s determination” he said, genuinely impressed.

I held back a smirk, “Yeah, I looked at the tree dead in the eyes and said, “I could do this all day””.

We both started laughing. It’s nice to know we can laugh together no matter the circumstance. Even if he probably already knows I’m madly in love with him.

“Fuck off,” he said in between the laughter. I giggled in response.

After the laughter died down it was back to silence. Until…

“I know, y/n, I know why you were upset” Steve said.

My heart sank again, I was filled with fear. Fear of the inevitable rejection. “It’s—I’m sorry I—I’ll get over it” I fumbled over my words not know exactly what to say. But I was bracing myself for the worst.

He turned to me and took my hand of my pocket; mine were cold but his were warm. “What are you apologizing for?”. I saw the confusion in his expression. But also a tinge of pain which I couldn’t decipher. Did he feel sorry for me?

I sigh, I can see my breath in front of me, “For falling in love with you” I say feeling defeated at this point.

He takes both my hands now and holds them tightly as he says, “Do you feel sorry for how you feel about me? Because I don’t”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What?” my voice is small and frail.

“I am in love with you, y/n. I’m crazy about you. And I’m an idiot for not telling you sooner” he confessed.

I felt my heart thumping faster in my chest. Is this real?

“You are?” I asked, he nodded with a smile, “You are” I laughed nervously, and he laughed with me.

But then I remembered, “But wait, what about Sharon?”

“Sharon is a good friend, nothing more” he reassured.

“And the mistletoe?”

He let go of one of my hands and got something out of his pocket with a mischievous grin on his face. “You mean this mistletoe?” he raised his arm and dangled it above us while pulling me closer to him.

“I never kissed her. The only person I ever wanna kiss, is you” he said while looking back and forth from my eyes to my lips.

“Pepper’s gonna be mad you took the mistletoe” I tease.

He pulls me even closer and says, “She’ll get over it” and kissed me deeply.

I nearly melted in his arms. He dropped the arm that was holding the mistletoe and put it around my waist along with the other one. I threw my arms around his neck; holding on for dear life.

It was warm and soft, yet desperate in the sense that neither of us wanted to let go. When out lips finally separate he leans his forehead on mine, keeping his eyes closed. We start to giggle like little kids.

Suddenly we hear cheering, hooting and clapping. It’s Natasha, Wanda, Thor, and Scott.

We were embarrassed but couldn’t help but laugh.

“ABOUT DAMN TIME!” yelled out Nat.

“IM SO JEALOUS OF YOU Y/N” Scott yelled which made all of us burst into laughter.

“I guess I am pretty lucky huh?” I said to Steve.

He caressed my cheek with his thumb, “I’m the lucky one”.

[winteriine]

i would like to hear about old habits (die hard), but if love dies, do i even bother, and oh man dreamwalker kel gets adopted by omori asmr

also maybe i cant believe i'm writing this

old habits (die hard) was one of my first OMORI fics that i actually worked on! basic premise was that during a camping trip with the friend group (post-good ending) Headspace is starting to collapse, with Sunny’s friends being pulled into the crumbling dreamscape as the entity? reality? begins to recede.

it was gonna go into a lot of stuff with Headspace merging with Black Space and Sunny merging with Omori as the split that had occurred back then became no longer necessary, now that Sunny was moving on.it was also heavily implied that Headspace is some kind of supernatural entity that was finally leaving Sunny’s mind. The fic probably would’ve been pretty similar to most of the “faraway friends visit headspace”-type fics tbh, so i’m not sure if i’ll end up finishing that one

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‘but if love dies, do i even bother’ is the unfinished divorce au fic i was writing… that i promptly got stuck on because i didn’t know how to write out Hero and Kel’s argument :’D

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dreamwalker kel gets adopted is! relatively self explanatory! but it would have a lot to do with Omori trying to distract Kel from the truth the same way he does with Sunny, directly after his argument with Hero…

but the problem is that Kel is not Omori’s Dreamer, and therefore Omori can’t block out the bits of reality that Kel carries with him. Eventually the situation escalates, with Kel interfering with the Hikikomori route and quite literally breaking into Sunny’s house

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. i. i cant believe i’m writing this. was an impulsive fic i wrote about the game Changed (the fuckin. goo furry rpg game) because i wanted more wholesome moments with the main characters especially after the good ending. and angst. no i haven’t played the game i just saw the endings and went ham :’D

[shadow--writer]

So I’m writing a fic with some nice, wholesome Julian head scratchings in it because I reckon he would enjoy having his head scratched and I will make that man feel treasured whether he likes it or not. Got me thinking, I bet Volta would also love affectionate head scratches because she is a very good girl, yes she is. Anywho, what are your thoughts on the main 6 (+ courtiers, Morga, anyone you fancy) and how they feel about head scratches/ head rubs (from someone they’re comfortable with)?

Head scratches you say 👀👀👀👀. I don’t write for any of the courtiers or Morga, but I hope you like this very soft domestic main six!! But I agree Volta is very good. 10/10.

I have to admit I was rather relaxed writing these, head scratches are the best

And yes I am jealous again, scratches are the bomb.com.

Hope you enjoy!!

Main six x MC head scratches/head rubs

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Julian

Ah! You’re relaxing on your shared bed, just reading when he crawls into your lap

He’s tired from working too hard for too long without sleep poor poor doctor Devorak 

Head scratches and pats only happen when he’s like this, tired and almost asleep

He’s not quite used to them but he does love them

Just doesn’t know how to ask

While reading you run your hand through his hair, making him sigh

Once you bring fingernails into the equation he is putty in your hands, leaning into your touch

Hearing his little sighs and thinking he’s asleep you stop

He cracks one eye open, a little miffed

“Don’t stop now my love. Keep going please.” (Voice rough with sleep imagine it)

Teasing him a little you oblige

He loves head scratches. When you pull on his hair gently mmm the good stuff right there

Scratch his scalp, tug his hair lightly, untangle his curls 

If he’s not already asleep he’ll sing to you. Just softly, voice thick with the promise of sleep

He’ll fall asleep and be out for a long time, just resting in your lap while you run your hands through his hair 

It’s very domestic, and it’s one of is favourite things in the whole world

It’s calming and some of the best sleep he ever gets 

He’ll kiss your finger tips and sometimes if you are in his lap he’ll run his hands through your hair too

He lives for head scratches 

Especially from you, he trusts you wholeheartedly not to hurt him

Asra

He’ll straight up just ask you for head scratches, he loves them so much

He’ll lie down in your lap, you both resting on pillows and plush blankets

He’s very warm too, hair all fluffy and curly

Faust will curl up and sleep on his chest while you run your hands through his hair

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. Please use your nails, rub circles on his scalp, detangle his hair with a touch, just scratch gently at his scalp

His hair is so freaking fluffy it’s like running your hands through a soft stuffed animal’s fur

He will fall asleep with you scratching his head (most of the main six will, it’s quite relaxing)

He’ll spark little magic shows for you, just little shows of light and smells

Sometimes after having a rough day he just wants to lay in your lap and talk to you while you run his head

Fluff his hair up more. Please

He might even make a noise that sounds strangely like purring 

He’ll deny it but you know what you heard

He’ll tell you stories from his trip while slowly...falling...asleep...

He can’t help it he’s never been more relaxed then he is here like this with you

He’ll yawn every few seconds while talking before snuggling into your thighs

He snores softly, but don’t stop the head scratches

Stop when his hair is all mused and soft and detangled

You’ll probably fall asleep, you, Asra and Faust all snuggled together 

It’s the best sleep you’ll ever get, fully relaxed 

He’ll return the favour eventually, don’t worry.

Nadia

Her head aches from her hair being pulled up for so long 

Take her hair out of the ponytail and slowly run your hands through it

If she’s talking to you she’ll stop mid sentence to let out a little sigh as you run your hands through her hair and scratch her scalp gently

She probably had a long day of countessing 

She’ll wrap blankets around the two of you as you work your magic 

Warm your hands a little bit as you scratch her scalp

She’ll be out like a light if you two aren’t talking 

Her hair is very soft and silky

And it’s long too, making your job both harder and longer 

You don’t mind though, getting her as relaxed as she is is a tough feat

Please please please tease her hair 

Fluff it up, make she she wakes up with hair that seems to poof off her scalp

It’ll make her laugh

She’ll love it

Please don’t forget the bottom half of her hair though

Tug on the tips lightly to make her arch her head into the touch

She’ll tell you little stories from her old home and about her sisters

Oh the back of her head is a golden spot 

You might need to maneuver to get it but don’t worry 

The results are worth it

She’ll let out a little gasp, sinking into your touch

Run your hands up and down, dragging your nails gently along her scalp

Has she mentioned how much she loves you?

Because prepare yourself, she’s gonna say it a lot

Muriel

This man has never had a head scratch in his entire life and that is a travesty 

Lie him down, shoulders and head agains your stomach and thighs

Just enough that he’s on your lap but he’s not too on your lap to worry himself about crushing you

His hair is very smooth but super soft

After you’re done with it though, it will be just as soft and fluffy as Asra’s

Inanna will lie down on Muriel’s legs, her tail beating against the ground as she watched Muriel relax into your touch

Gently scratch his scalp, use your fingertips more than your nails

He’ll let out small content grunts and sighs as you work

He likes his hairline scratched the most

That way he can see you a bit better, and you can pull his hair back from his face with gentle caresses 

Tug gently on the hair that normally covers his face

Detangle it with your fingers too, running them up and down through his hair

Don’t forget the top of his head though 

Massage your hands through his scalp, rubbing circles with your fingertips

Scratch the back of his head and tug lightly at the hair there, make sure to untangle those rough knots

He’ll fall asleep soon unless you’re talking 

But he’s so relaxed he’ll start up a conversation 

Maybe talking about what the girls got into and their adventures 

Inanna is now asleep on his legs, him running a hand through her fur

You all are just this nice little family, relaxing in the quietness of his hut

This is the most loved he’s ever felt

Portia

Portia is also a very busy baby who doesn’t spend too much time on herself or poor hair

By the end of the week her hair is so knotted and rough it’ll take hours to brush it all out

Luckily she has a very cute and kind apprentice helping her out 

She’s very talkative, ask her about her day while the two of you relax on her pillow mound with her in you lap

Start at the base of her hair and work your way up 

It’s very knotted and if you start at her scalp it will hurt a lot 

Slowly brush your fingers through her hair, tug lightly and pull apart as needed 

Once you reach her scalp, all conversation will be cut short 

Oh

Oh

Wow you’re very good with your hands

Like really good wow

Lift up her hair a bit while you scratch at the bat of her scalp, working your way up 

She will melt into your touch with a little sigh

“MC those hands of yours are magic.”

Pull on her bangs gently while you rub at her hairline 

Take your nail and lightly run circles around her scalp

Her hair will slowly decurl while you work, each tangle you get rid of map going to make her hair so much softer 

She’s very soft and smooth hair, and once her tangles are gone you get to bask in how soft her hair is 

She love love loves headscratches and she’ll do the same to you if you ever ask

Lucio

Okay so Lucio isn’t really the type to get so close to someone in an intimate setting like this

He’s always worried he’s going to do something to mess this up or maybe it’s a plot to kill him 

Hey it happened once you never know

If he’s very comfortable with you he’ll let you take his golden arm off, I know this is about head scratch’s but make sure to rub his arm gently too once you take the golden arm off

His hair is not soft at all

So much hair products and gel

Start at his hairline, brushing his bangs down over his eyes

He’ll be running that mouth of his you know he will

He’ll be talking about his day, asking about yours, telling stories all sorts of things

He’ll let out a very rough sigh when you scratch his scalp and the back of his head

Keep that up. Keep doing that yes

He doesn’t let anyone get close to his head

But now he has that tinge of regret because he loves head scratches so freaking much wow

Fluff up his hair

Your hands are going to smell like hair products after this 

They are gonna smell terrible but you don’t mind 

Seeing Lucio this relaxed and sleepy is totally worth it

He’ll babble on but his words will slowly...become...slurred...as...he grows...sleepy 

He snores

He denies it but he snores 

But you’re glad he fell asleep, it means he trusts you. Trusts you to take his arm off, trusts you with his hair and head, and trusts you enough to fall asleep

[jacepens]

Hey, how u doing? I wanted to ask for you for indications on washette fanfics, what are the best that you have

p.s. and yes, I do want to hear as well about yours in that list as well, 'cause they're gold

Hey! I'm doing alright:) Thanks for asking! What about you? (is this the correct tumblr to anon etiquette?)

Oh goodness this is such a loaded question because the answer is many. I hope you're alright with a big list sorted by category <3

Fluff! Fluff!!

The French Mistake

One of the first washette fics I read, so it holds a special place in my heart. A little silly, a little lams, ultimately very cute and good time.

Under the Arches of Moonlight and Sky

Just very good, cute, soft weary bed sharing. (this is only wholesome, I swear)

Let's Dance

Short, sweet fic with dance instructor George and our beloved two left feet Laf:)

I Like You Better in Real Life

Did someone say Influencer/Youtuber!Laf and President!George?? No??! Well start and read this fic. Seriously, it's a longer one, and just really damn cute. A bit of slow burn in terms of internalized homophobia (done in a good way) and trans Laf?? Yes. It's really so good.

The Prince

Ok, ok, it's one of mine. The one chapter is deceiving, it's decently long and featuring Prince!Laf and Royal Knight!George!:) Also magic!! angst, fluff, denial of feelings but then of course love confessions;) after angst though, don't worry haha.

Fathoms and Foundlings

Ooooohh boy. This. This one. Mermaid Laf and regular ol George! So so so well written, I mean, the feelings, the war, the weather, literally everything you can name, it's spectacular in this fic. Be warned, it is incomplete, but I remember when the latest chapter was released when I lost all hope (plus the author is still active) so I definitely don't count this one out of being updated!:) But, I'll be honest, I'm unsure about it being finished BUT I still think you should 1000% read this because you really will not find something like it anywhere else and it's just so cute!! Did I mention fucking amazing?

Whom can we trust now?

Platonic washette!! Really well written and just altogether really well put together!:) comfort after Arnold's betrayal! Seriously, I highly recommend this fic it's just so perfect of their relationship and cuuute.

The Particulars of Language

Oh goodness. Oooh goodness. This is so so cute. A nice little blend of angst and fluff and did I mention internalized homophobia? (In a good way, if that makes sense) Also so well-written by an incredible author, I just- language confusion. Need I say more??

Marque

Ok, ok, it's been too long since I read this one, so I will say, it is very tentatively going in this category. I just love soulmate au washette! Angst! Kidnapping? ...no final chapter. So I'm not sure, it could've been planned on ending very happy and fluffy! I do believe overall, this leans on the darker side, but I know I really love this one and they love each other. I want more washette soulmate aus.

Breaks your heart, puts it back together

what's my name, what's my station

Oh God oh fuck it's this one. (said with love). Brutal? Hot? Expanding my vocabulary?? An incredibly beautiful use of metaphors??? Actually feel like crying when I read it. Yeah. This is amazing.

May the Melody Disarm Us

Oh Godd oh Fuck it's this one. (maybe I should change this section's title) this one isn't even angsty per se, it's just like...brutally beautiful. They love each so much but oh my god. The metaphors, the way the author sets the scene and environment and everything! Ugh. So so good.

Let Down My Guard

Oh dear lord in heaven above preserve me. I'm gonna be dramatic but there are simply not enough words in the universe I have that can describe how I feel about this fic and how damn incredible it is!! And boy do I mean it when I say this one breaks your heart and puts it back together. I have seriously never sobbed over any piece of fiction like I did this. Just ahhhh. The feelings they develop for each other, the confusion of cultures, the secrets revealed?? I didn't even tell you Laf is a mermaid yet. Just- please. Please read this. It will rip your heart out, but it will put it back together. But really, this is just a fucking masterpiece and so so beautiful.

Porn With Plot

that dress you like

Very nicely done smut + feels! (Did I mention how nicely it's all done?) Oh! Did I mention genderqueer Laf? Yes.

Mon General / My Marquis

Ok the only reason this is going in this category is because I find the others up there more heart-breaky than this one. I love this one!! The historical details! Their loving relationship!! Very very good and lovely. With some angst of course.

The Mistranslation

Oh God oh Fuck it's this one. (I'll be saying that a lot). Would you like all these categories put into one beautiful fic?? Here it is, here. It's incredible. Please read it. It's free serotonin. (Did I mention incredibly written??)

The Things I Would Do to You

Ahhh ok. So. Super duper sweet, lots of angst sprinkled throughout but Laf's visit to Mount Vernon + feels + (smut). Need I say more??! Seriously, this is wonderful.

Not So Easy to be the Teacher's Pet

Oh. Oh god it's this one. So this is borderline Oof (Laf is 17) but if that does not bother you, then you are in for a treat!(??) Ok but really, lots of feels, denial of feelings, way-too-sweet-for-his-own-good Lafayette and poor confused George. Just fantastic.

Devil to Pay

Hoooo boy. If you like pirates or sea adventures, (hot pirate captains. I'm just gonna say it) then I'm literally begging you to read this. Kidnapped noble Laf?? Slowly falling for the pirate captain Washington?? Not to mention so many maritime details and wonderful emotions, beautifully crafted just. Spectacular. Please, read it if you haven't. Even if pirates don't appeal to you, they will after this fic.

A secret weapon

Ahhhh!!! Thiiiiiis. Is everything. Ok, yes, it includes more than washette, but I mean come on, it's (sexy) demons. It's desperate Washington trying to win a war and fight his gay feelings (guess which fight he wins?) But also, super well written and detailed and feels!! I adore this fic, and the whole series is a treat. Go read it. It's wonderful, you won't regret it.

Oof (not in a good way)

The Sweet Enjoyment of Partaking

If the not-so-sweet side intrigues you more, this is one of the few washette fics that I do love and is...not so nice. It's really good as a not nice piece! Pretty straightforward and fucked up. Ya (I) love to see it.

Transmutation

Oooohhhhhh. This is a fic I didn't read for a while just because I didn't know what it was but boy let me tell you, it is soo good. I'll say it's not as oof as the fic above, but oooh maaaannnnn. I don't know how to describe it just, don't expect sweet things, but if darker takes are your thing please go read this. You will not regret it. It's so damn good.

OW

Day One Way, By Night Another

Ok ok here me out. This one might seem a bit random and it is. It's very short and for the longest time I didn't read it until I did and said ow because ow!!? I find this has the most impact going in unarmed so...watch out. (but like check it out. it's just so unique I really do love it)

Once More, With Feeling

Oh GOD. This one is quite brief and straightforward but if you are looking to rip your heart out with feels and angst then boy do I have the perfect fic for you. But seriously, it's so well-written and just expresses all the feelings so so perfectly. But at what cost? (Pls read it)

A Beautiful Tragedy

Hello darkness my old friend. Ok but seriously, this fic still remains so impactful in my own mind just as the writer. It's not a happy ending, but I try to leave you with hope. Pretty music that I highly recommend listening to, I don't know. I think it's really good, I don't say that often about my own stuff soo if you're ok with heavy amounts of angst and pretty aesthetics then check this ok!:) (but guard your heart, sorry not sorry<3)

Porn Without Plot

Betrayals and Allies

So, admittedly, this one very tentatively goes into this category because I find compared to the others, this one has less feels and less focus on it, but don't get me wrong this is very emotional!! It displays their relationship and love so cutely (and smutily..? new word) and as extra bonus it fills in the gaps of the deleted scene from Turn. You know the one;) It's very good!!

Cold Nights

Look at me adding another of my own. This is super duper short, but I kinda like how the emotions turned out. I think this was the beginning of my first dive into my current style of writing so that's cool I guess? But yeah no, it's porn without plot lol.

What Good is Honor When You're Starving?

Oh dear, another of mine in this category. I barely put this here, but the main focus is on the smut, but there are many many feels aplenty. Oh wait, did I mention vampire Laf? George definitely not falling in love... but really, I like how this one turned out!:) Good sexy vampire times (with feelings)

Ah wow! You stuck with me! Thank you! I...tried to keep it brief. This is not an exhaustive list by any means btw, there were a few (many) I decided to cut because I wanted this list to be all encompassing of many authors, styles, etc.

But anon, thank you for the ask and giving me the chance to rant about my favorite fics! My apologies on taking so long to finish, I hope you can understand my life has been a little hectic, but I always try to make time for washette;)

Thank you!!<3

[hufflautia]

Where it all started [Part 1]

Chapter 1 

Sometimes links don’t appear on posts. if you can’t see the link to “Chapter 1”, my masterlist is pinned to the top of my blog, and you can find it there.

Summary: Slytherin’s parents have another argument, but at this point, no one’s surprised. After all, they’re her parents. It would be abnormal if they didn’t argue. However, this one’s a biggie. The fight ends with the slam of a door and her dad packing his bags into the car and getting ready to leave. Desperate for him to come back, Slytherin’s mom forces her to go to him with a message that will surely make him stay. Buckle up folks, for this is where it all began. 

Slytherin stood on the sidewalk as she watched her dad pack up his things into the van. 

She dug her fingernails into her arm, her heart stinging with ache as her dad turned around with a smile on his face, a failed attempt to reassure her that it was going to be ok. It was all gonna be ok. After all, this was normal, right? It’s not like it was unusual that her dad was leaving again to go back to Florida, where the homewrecker waited for him, her outstretched hands eagerly opened up to him and his credit card. 

However, this was the first time he left abruptly. A spike of sorrow stabbed at Slytherin’s heart as she thought back to the sound of her parents’ door abruptly opening; soon after, she could hear angry stomps that quickly descended down the steps of the staircase. 

She could almost hear the hiss in her ear as she stood in the archway of the living room, watching her dad leave in the far distance. “Tell him that Ravenclaw’s crying,” her mother spat, pushing her towards the front door. “Quickly, before he leaves!” 

Slytherin internally sighed. How typical. Instead of resolving their relationship issues by going to couples therapy, her mom decided to throw all those burdens onto her daughter, who had already grown tragically used to being used as her puppet. 

She decided not to argue against going after her dad and trying to guilt-trip him into staying home as her mom wanted. Otherwise, she would be lectured on how she’s selfish and wouldn’t do this small thing for her mom, how she’s basically ruining this family by letting her dad leave, how family is so fucking important and manipulating her dad into staying would be vital to their happiness as a whole, how family this and family that. 

You get the point. Slytherin certainly did. That’s why she was currently standing awkwardly behind her dad, staring at his back as he lifted boxes into his car. 

“Um, Raven…” She paused. Her throat felt dry and tight. Swallowing with difficulty, she tried again. “Ravenclaw’s crying.” 

It wasn’t the crying itself that mattered. That wasn’t the main reason why her mom rushed her out the door to deliver the message to her dad. It was simply the fact that it was Ravenclaw who was crying. Let’s just say that he and his dad had a complicated relationship. 

Things were never the same between them after Ravenclaw sent an angry message to him via text when he was in Florida a year ago. The contents of the message reeked of disdain for his constant infidelity. When his mom found out, she shoved the phone into Slytherin’s face in the dead of night and asked if she knew about this. The glaring light from the screen nearly blinded her. 

Slytherin read the text messages through squinted eyes and could make out a few curse words here and there. Though she was slightly disoriented from the sudden ambush of information, it was clear to her that her brother resented their dad for what he did.  

That made Ravenclaw’s anguish even more useful in their mom’s opinion. Seeing the tears streak down his face when he heard that his dad was leaving again, she had a glorious idea. Perhaps if her husband knew of their son’s sorrow, he would reconsider his abrupt departure. After all, it was Ravenclaw who was crying. 

If it were Hufflepuff, that would be understandable—she can get quite emotional sometimes. But it was Ravenclaw, who was usually guarded and distant. One might suggest that he was secretly broken inside. But that’s not the point, at least not in his mom’s opinion. The main thing she was concerned about was that she could use his misery to her advantage! Maybe if her husband knew of his sadness, he would feel guilty enough to stay behind. After all, if his son, who despised him, was upset over his departure, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to stay home and endure his wife’s temper for a little while longer. 

Slytherin’s words did produce somewhat of a reaction. Her dad didn’t turn around for a while, but when he did, his eyes were slightly red and puffy. It was evident that he was trying to hold back his tears. One might think that this means that he’ll stay. He seemed distraught over the news that his son was crying because of his leave. Surely, he’ll stay, right? 

It wasn’t enough. Nothing ever seems to be enough.

“I’ll be back soon, okay?” He hugged her briefly and gave a light squeeze as a sign of reassurance. As a silent message that it was going to be ok. Even though everything was most definitely not okay. A thousand hugs and gestures of reassurance wouldn’t change this. 

Slytherin didn’t react angrily to his refusal, the unspoken declaration of No, I will not go back home. In fact, it seemed as if she didn’t react at all. However, if one were paying close attention, they would notice the sparkle in her eyes dim. But maybe there wasn’t a sparkle to begin with. She had been enduring this shit for so long that she forgot what it was like to be normal, to feel like the white kid you see in commercials, the one who seemed to radiate mirth, a type of energy that said, I don’t have a care in the world because life is so fucking great and I can’t stop smiling. She didn’t even bother to smile, a common facial expression when one is in a difficult situation and tries to diffuse the somber atmosphere by slapping a facade on their face, the corners of their lips upturned to form a grimace that resembles some sort of a smile—a twisted kind of smile, that’s for sure. Why should she pretend that everything was okay when it wasn’t? Instead, she merely nodded in response. 

When her dad pulled away to pack the last box into the trunk, she took a deep breath to diminish the familiar sense of abandonment that flooded her senses, to clear the warning signs that flashed in her mind. He’s leaving! Your dad is leaving! He’s abandoning you again. You’re apparently not important enough for him to stay. 

She stared at the ground, only looking up when she heard the sound of a car door slamming shut. The resounding click was all it took for the waterfalls to finally pour from her eyes, for it was at this moment when she realized that this was actually happening. This was no dream—it was reality. Her sad, devastating reality. Tears blurred her vision as she watched the car drive away, leaving her in the dust. 

Slytherin gasped in erratic breaths between her broken sobs as her eyes hung onto the tiny speck that resembled her dad who was driving 

away, 

away, 

and a-w-a-y.

Through the jumble of thoughts that clashed in her head, one thing was clear. Her dad was her dad, but only sometimes. 

Tears streaking down her face, she tried to soothe her pain with the belief that he would be back soon. If only she had known that it would be a while before he returned. If only he hadn’t left. Perhaps things would’ve been different for her if he stayed, for this was where it started. 

This marked the beginning of it all.   

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MASTERLIST ; sometimes links don’t appear on posts. if you can’t see the link to “MASTERLIST”, the masterlist itself is pinned to the top of my blog. check it out if you haven’t already! 

Author’s note: HI! Were you surprised to see that I posted two fics in a row?? I hope you enjoyed this. Most of it was unfortunately based on what happened to me a year or two ago. I based Ravenclaw on my brother, who did actually cry when my dad was leaving after an argument, and yes, my wack mother did force me to run after my dad to tell him. One of the few differences is that I’m not a drug addict and I’m fine now so dont worry. 

Idk how I feel about this series, it is a lot darker from what I usually write. I know I’m gonna have to write more for creative writing class, so maybe i will continue it. I will try to think of how to turn these fics into something more positive, because this stuff is very heavy and depressing. however, that will be a little difficult because the plot itself is naturally drab. however, i will try to think of a happy ending for Faye/Slytherin. 

Shall we look at some wholesome pictures? 

lmaoaoa i pasted this picture from the internet and tumblr glitched and pushed the pic all the way to the top. imagine seeing this dog at the beginning of the fic, that would be funny :’) 

AWWWWWW I THINK THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE

ok hold up i just realized that is probably a stuffed animal 😐 this is so embarassing lmaoaoa when i saw it i was like THAT IS SO FRICKIN CUTE

OK WAIT WTF NOW I THINK ITS AN ACTUAL DOG??? CAN SOMEONE HELP AND TELL ME IF ITS REAL OR NOT?!! at first, i thought it was real, but then i looked at the paws and it looked kinda fake and i was like this dog is too fluffy and wholesome to be real. BUT THEN I LOOKED AGAIN and i think the owners just put the pooh outfit over the dog?? what is going on with my brain.. but at the same time, its 2 am for me rn so maybe i should get some sleep BUT FIRST, LETS LOOK AT MORE DOGS <3 (lmaoaoa i feel like my friend would say “gosh ur such a hufflepuff” (menna im talking about u lmao omg hey gorl)) 

After seeing this gryffindor pup, i immediately searched up “dog costumes hufflepuff” lmaoooooo

OK THATS ENOUGH DOGS FOR NOW. Part 2 is coming soon. I already have it ready but I might not post it right away. 

That’s all for now. Be sure to let me know what you think. TOODELOOO!

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[wickedobsessed101]

Fanfic Writer Asks

[SOURCE: criminal-minds-fanfiction: Most of the writer ask posts I come across are only like ten or so questions long so I thought I’d try to make a longer one because we like talking about our writing! Feel free to reblog!]

I’m answering all of these b/c I love Q & A’s about my writing, both for my fics and other things.

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction? It was 2013, so I was 14 years old. I’m now almost 23.

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one? I’m mostly in the Wicked Musical fandom, but I like to read for other fandoms, like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Chronicles of Narnia, ect.

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer. OCs, but I’m more than willing to create an OC for someone based on characteristics they give me.

4) What is your favourite genre to write for? I love me some fluffy romance and hurt/comfort, but I also love some angsty drama.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi-chaptered stories, which would it be and why? OMG, don’t make me choose! They’re all my babies! I love all my children equally! They all hold special places in my heart.

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why? Goodness, most of my stories prior to 2017, because I was in high school and had no idea what I was doing because I was just getting my feet wet with writing.

7) When is your preferred time to write? Anytime really. The latest I’ve stayed up writing a fic was 4AM. *Glares at ‘Threads of Truth’*

8) Where do you take your inspiration from? Where ever it happens to come up. I’m not picky. Movies, music, people I’ve seen on the street, random thoughts that enter my head, anything.

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? In ‘Threads of Truth’, it’s a tie between Villy’s first date, and an argument that happens in an upcoming chapter. And that’s all I’m saying about that.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternative ending in mind? In ‘Play The Game’, I liked the epilogue ending that I gave Elphaba with her family, even without Fiyero. I like writing her with kids. Another ending would be with the Fiyeraba still together, but I’m satisfied with the ending it has.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it? I’ll go back and fix typos that are pointed out, but I don’t change plot stuff. Like, I wrote what I wrote and I will amend my technique in future stories.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why? Other than my OCs, because I get to fully create them and my lowkey babies, I’d have to say G(a)linda. She has so much potential and she’s so much fun.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why? Boq. Not because I hate him (I don’t!), but because I don’t normally know what to do with him. If he’s not with Nessa, he’s literally just standing there like a brick wall. No offence, Boq!

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories. [Ask me about a specific story(ies)]

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names? I usually change consonants and vowels to already existing names, or add unnecessary letters because... reasons.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx? [Ask me about a specific story]

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on. “Hopefully, this will soak up any more leaks.” (Upcoming Wicked fanfic)

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them? Yes, 2. Both of them are a few years old and I’ve grown as a writer since then. Maybe one day, I’ll edit them and repost, but not anytime soon.

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to? Not everything can have a sequel, y’all! XD

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently? Yes! Around 60% of them.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire? @vinkunwildflowerqueen @raven-curls @mylittleelphie @weaselspeedfanfic Ultimate Queen of Cliffies

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it? This goes back to Question #6; most of what I posted prior to 2017.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence? Silence. I need to focus.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes? I can’t write it. They’ll make out, and then be pregnant in the next chapter. Y’all can do the math for yourselves.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story? YES! Yes, I have! Both sad tears and tears of joy. I’ve also cringed from second-hand embarrassment at the things the characters do and say. I’m not in control of their actions all the time. Sometimes they tell me what they’re gonna do, and I’m like, “Well, alright, then.”

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write? [Ask me about a specific story]

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow? I write bullet points of things I want to happen in a chapter on the Word Doc, or in the story as a whole, and I try to keep those bullet points in order. And the Notes App on my phone holds a lot of my ideas, and sometimes full scenes.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction? That I’d become obsessed with writing and continue doing it for almost ten years, as well as expanding to writing plays and musicals.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like? Yeah. I’m not gonna say which one, but just know there’s one... or a few.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at? Yes, and I’m still not gonna say which one(s). I want all the love!

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec, not the answerer) Yeah, sure!

32) Are any of your characters based on real people? Yes. Villy Doiir from ‘Threads of Truth’ is based on 4 people I know in real life, all mixed together into one wholesome, mother figure/ mentor. Perhaps that’s why I like writing her so much.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten? All reviews keep me going, no matter the length. But I love it when people review saying that they picked up on little references that were really just for me. It makes me feel like we’ve shared a moment.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten? A guest reviewer once said, “You tend to write Fiyero as an abusive person”. It wasn’t harsh, just... NOT TRUE. Especially for the story they were reviewing.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest? Close to my chest. I’ll share it with the world when I’m ready.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s? NOPE! You’ll just have to wait and see! LOL!

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written? I... really don’t know. My stories all have their funny moments.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it. I’m very busy, and collabs aren’t really my thing, but I’m always willing to lend an extra pair of eyes pre-posting.

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person? I’ve written one story in the first person and it was fun to get into the character’s head, but I love third person, cause I like knowing what everyone is thinking. Second person makes me feel a certain way and that don’t really like.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction? IRL, no. It’s not something I bring up over dinner. I’ll talk about my plays and musicals, but not fanfiction. I like keeping my fics for the online peeps and my more personal writings for the RL peeps.

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written? My OC, Princess Hannalyn, from ‘A Royal Romance’. She was so much fun!

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx. I haven’t done a song fic.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it? Not fully, but they’ve had little inklings, but certain details were still a surprise. And I’m not mad about it.

44) What is the last line you wrote? “I don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

45) What spurs you on during the writing process? When I’ll have one idea, and it spirals into many others, and when the characters write themselves. It makes it so much easier for me. Sometimes they tell me that they’re about to make a bad decision, and I just go along with it. They need to learn and grow somehow.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it? [Ask me for a specific story]

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about? [Ask me]

48) What’s your favourite trope to write? I love a good Royalty AU (not fully AU ‘cause of our princey-prince, but still) and Holiday AUs. And I’ve never written a Coffeeshop AU, but I LOVE reading them. I’ll read anything. I’m not picky, and I love to see what ideas others have.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about? Yes, and both of them were Gelphies: 1 - “Easier Said Than Done” by mecelphie - It’s part of a long, wonderful series of Elphaba and Glinda together at Shiz and how their lives evolve together and has many lovable OCs. 2 - “The Thropp Diaries” by denpa wave chick saki - It’s first-person Elphaba POV of the book. It expands on lots of mentioned moments and we get to journey through Elphaba’s thoughts.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why? I’d have to say fluff, so I can get my escape from reality. But it’s hard to write pure fluff without a little bit of conflict.

If you wanna read my stories, they’re all right here: Fae’sFlower

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste ch. 1-2

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi's Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we're all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone's well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila's brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Gabriel decides that Adrien entering a romantic relationship is a good move for the brand. He chooses Lila Rossi as the other half. Adrien nopes tf out.

Notes: I was gonna have it be a slow acceleration, but Adrien was all “Go big or go home.” Also trying to find motivation to write more of this fic.

AO3 link

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“No,” Adrien growled. “Absolutely not!”

Lila made a show of crying, not that anyone in the room believed her tears were real.

Gabriel frowned at him from his desk. “This will be good for the brand—”

“Fuck the brand!”

“Adrien! This is unbecoming. You will be seen to be dating Ms. Rossi. That is final.”

Adrien’s fists were so tight he was sure he had crescents eating into his palms. “Like hell it is! I will not date that—” he gestured at Lila “—lying cow. Not after how she’s hurt my friends.”

Said girl gasped, outraged, and Adrien was glad to see she actually looked truly upset.

His father stood, but kept his voice emotionless, calm, self-assured that he would capitulate. “Cease this ridiculous teenage rebellion.”

He saw red, but oddly it calmed him. “Father, you have not seen teenage rebellion,” he said, his voice almost terrifyingly calm. “But I would be happy to teach you what it looks like if you try to force me to do this.”

Gabriel’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Adrien could see him considering that, but then discarding it. “It will be in the papers tomorrow. If you misbehave, you’ll no longer be permitted to go to school.”

Adrien snorted. He knew more ways to escape this house than his father could possibly anticipate—some he’d made himself, even. “Good luck, Gabe. You’re going to need it.”

He spun on his heel before his father could respond and slammed the door behind him. With the enhanced strength he had as the Black Cat Miraculous chosen, the wood cracked audibly.

As he made his way back to his room, he realized the opportunity his father had just placed in his lap. As the face of the brand, Adrien had more power than Gabriel seemed to realize. It was time to stretch those muscles.

He had planning to do.

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His father had spectacularly good timing for pulling this kind of stunt—for Adrien, anyway. He’d heard from a couple of friends of his that a certain rock star was in town. And if anyone was up for promoting teenage rebellion, Adrien had no doubt it would be Jagged Stone.

It was child’s play to sneak out of the house. He didn’t even have to transform to do it. From there it was just making his way to the Grand Paris Hotel. The staff assumed he was there to see Chloé, so getting in was no problem. Jagged Stone always rented the same suite, so that wasn’t an issue, either.

The hard part, he knew, would come after he knocked on the door.

Jagged opened the door, and then peered at him suspiciously.

“Um, M. Stone, I don’t know if you remember me but—”

The rock star suddenly broke into a wide grin. “Oh, you’re Marinette’s model friend, right?”

Adrien blinked. Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. His rock idol knew him?

Sadly, he had no time to fanboy.

“Yes, Adrien. I was wondering if I could trouble you for some help?”

And so that was how Adrien Agreste wound up sitting in Jagged Stone’s suite, petting Fang, and telling him about the woe that was the obsession his father had with Lila Rossi, Liar Extraordinaire.

“She said I had a what?”

“A kitten. And she got Marinette expelled and is just being really awful to her.”

Jagged opened a cell phone. “Penny, I need you. Yes, I know I sent you for macrons, but this is really important. Bring my niece with.”

When he was finished, he turned to Adrien again. “We’ll get that taken care of.”

“That’s not all, M. Stone.”

He pressed forward, telling his idol of the relationship he was being forced into and his promise to show Gabriel Agreste just what he could do if he really rebelled.

When he was done, Jagged’s face was gleeful in an almost terrifying way.

“Oh, please tell me I get to help with this?” At Adrien’s nod the man whooped in excitement. “Brilliant. Once my niece gets here, we’ll plan properly. She’s a planner, that one. Smart as a whip.”

Adrien blinked. “Your niece?”

“Marinette, of course! Honorary niece.”

His jaw dropped. Marinette had always had the upper hand on Lila, could call in Jagged at any moment to destroy her, and had held back. He never should’ve stopped her.

“My father can’t know she helped. He’s got so much power in the fashion industry, and I don’t want to hurt her career.”

Jagged waved away his concerns. “Mate, listen. From what I understand you’re the face of that company. You have the power, not him. Get you in some Marinette originals, and he can’t undo the fame that’ll bring her.”

Adrien hadn’t considered that. “I just don’t want her hurt.”

He heard the door open, and then a soft, “Adrien?”

It meant he had to explain the situation all over again, letting Jagged Stone assure her that he was going to pop the liar’s kitten whopper as soon as possible.

“I can stop by your school with Fang, yeah? They can’t keep me from saying hi to my favorite niece.”

Marinette bit her lip. “That would be helpful, but for Adrien…”

Adrien smiled. “I want you to design me a new look. Something we can do here and now—maybe with the discrete help of some of the hotel staff, since they have that nice spa and such. Hair dye, new clothes. Maybe some fake piercings. Oooh, a fake tattoo?”

Jagged glanced at Penny, who looked uncertain about this. “Don’t be a party pooper, Penny.”

“His father might sue you,” she pointed out.

“Like I care. I have money.” He grinned. “And for what? Giving his kid a makeover?”

“French law—”

“Nope, don’t care. It’s happening. Get his sizes and go to my favorite stores. Adrien, what color scheme?”

Adrien blinked. He hadn’t thought that far. He glanced at Marinette. “Um, do you think Chat Noir would mind if I used his colors? I think of him when I think teenage rebellion.”

That was more because being Chat Noir had up to this point been his way of rebelling, but she didn’t need to know that.

To his surprise, Marinette grinned, the smile wide enough to match Jagged’s. “Oh, I like that idea. Chains and spikes? Fake lip ring and septum?”

“Absolutely!”

Jagged made a shooing motion at Penny, who rolled her eyes and headed toward the door, before joining in. “Now how about this idea: black and neon green hair, done to look like a skunk’s stripes!”

Adrien was surprised to find himself laughing honestly at the idea. He’d been so angry less than an hour ago, but this was truly fun. “This makes me think of those J-Rock bands, how they used to dress up.”

Jagged’s phone let out a guitar riff and he glanced at it. “Oh, right. Penny needs your measurements. Shoe size, too. Definitely some stomping boots, I think.”

He handed over his unlocked phone for Adrien to text.

“I’ll call the salon, yeah?”

Adrien nodded, texting the information, then froze. “Wait, Chloé might tell my father.”

That got a laugh. “Nah. They’re discrete. They bring everything up here for me—I won’t be around people if I’m getting my hair dyed.”

While Jagged made the call, Adrien finished the text. When he looked up, Marinette was watching him. She turned pink when she realized he’d caught her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked after a moment.

He sighed, slumping back on the sofa and resting his hand on Fang’s head again. “No, but I don’t have any better ones. That stupid news claiming I’m with Lila’s going to hit tomorrow. And I’m so done with this, with him treating me like I’m property.”

Marinette looked worried, and he tried to muster up a smile. From her expression, he didn’t manage it.

“Maybe…” she started, then trailed off.

“Maybe?”

She didn’t look at him. “Maybe you should look into laws involving child labor and parental responsibility. You… you might be able to get emancipated.”

That startled him—something he hadn’t even thought of before. He hadn’t even been aware it was an option.

When Marinette did look at him, her eyes were stormy. “He’s so… cruel to you. Maybe there’s legal recourse.”

“I’ll think about it,” he murmured. That seemed like such a drastic measure. “I don’t know if I want to go that far.”

She nodded, and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Plagg shot out of his pocket the moment the door was closed. “I’m so proud of you kid. This is gonna be great!”

“Thanks, Plagg.”

The kwami grabbed the proffered wedge of camembert.

“And think about what Pigtails said. Your dad’s a real piece of work, and you deserve better.”

“I will.”

Adrien could feel the idea turning over in his mind, as though gathering strength. When he left the bathroom, Jagged met him excitedly.

“I have just the idea! A temporary face tattoo!”

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

If you feel up to it, do you have any first time affection moments headcanons for sketchbook? I’d love for u to make my heart melt with them.... 🥺 (also i know u get self conscious if you have longer responses but. I need you to know, I love when you do. 💖 not that i expect it, but just so u know....)

Hi, anon!! You’re so nice, thank you so much and I’m glad you enjoy my headcanons! Sorry for taking long to answer this, school’s been hectic (actually as I write this I just finished a literature exam, and this post will come out while I’m taking a chemistry one😅)

Okay, I’m imagining this as a typical friends to lovers situation. The librarian strikes me as a very recluse person, so she wouldn’t be used to affection. That being the case, I think she’d be very awkward upon receiving it, like she has no idea of what she’s supposed to do with it.

Johanna, on the other hand, seems to me like a “warmer”, more affection seeking kind of person. However, she did spend like, a decade in the wilderness with no one but her daughter so at the same time she craves more affection than “just” that of her daughter (and I put that between quotation marks because Johanna and Hilda’s relationship is so so wholesome and in the family sense, it looks more than fulfilling. But people need more love than just the family type, no matter how good the relationships are we all need friends and sometimes romance ya know), she also feels starved for different sorts of attention. But she feels like she doesn’t know what to do about that. I mean, she feels that there’s something she needs, but how can she simply ask for that?

She can tell the librarian likes her (at least as a friend) and she knows she likes her back (also at least as a friend, at this point I don’t think she would have figured out or completely developed feelings for the librarian), so I can see her trying to “go for it” and kissing her goodbye in the cheek after hanging out with her one day. A proper kiss, mind you, not like you have to kiss people goodbye in some cultures because it’s what’s socially expected.

And now I’m coming back to the librarian, because due to her not being used to affection, her brain pretty much blue screens. She may be good at hiding emotions when she wants to, but it would be clear in her face that she did NOT see that coming, and Johanna probably takes that as that kind of physical contact not being welcome. It makes her feel awkward, so she tries to pretend nothing happened and just says goodbye to the librarian again and walks away to her house.

Now, I know this is very cliche, but I picture the librarian being frozen in place for a couple seconds and when she comes back to herself she touches her cheek like... “oh. This happened”. And in that night (day?) she realizes she has romantic feelings for Johanna, because her reaction to the kiss was so strong, but in typical oblivious lesbian style she just assumes it’s completely unrequired instead of asking herself why Johanna kissed her in the first place.

Back to Johanna, after this she gets afraid of making any move because she doesn’t want to make her friend uncomfortable, obviously. I like to think of a special moment when Johanna did something sweet (let’s say she gets the librarian something she noticed the librarian had been looking at on a showcase plus her favorite flowers on her birthday), and then the librarian kind of... breaks? That’s not the right word, but like, her shell breaks, even if for just a moment, and she hugs Johanna because nobody had payed that much attention to what she likes in so long, and she’d be moved even if she didn’t have a crush on Johanna.

Johanna would be the one surprised this time, because she’d thought the librarian really just didn’t like contact, rather than that she’d just been unused to it, but she’s really happy at the same time! When the hug ends, she smiles and says “you’re a great hugger!” or something, trying to crack a joke to let the librarian know she was happy that she was comfortable enough to hug her. The librarian, I imagine, would chuckle a little nervously and blush. Whether or not Johanna notices the blush, I’ll leave that up to you to decide 👀

After that they’d learn how to do this more naturally, I suppose. I mean, Johanna would offer closeness and the librarian could decide if she wanted to take it or not. Saying this I have in mind then watching a movie and Johanna putting her arm on top of the back of the couch, so the librarian could snuggle closer you know, or something similar. I just think with time they’d get more used to both emotional and physical affection.

I think this is all I had to say about first time affection! I love how every time I get asked for headcanons I practically draft a fic I’m never gonna write (so thank you anon for giving me a chance to put my infinite fic ideas somewhere ngjfnfjjfj). Hope you enjoyed this one as well!

[camillemontespan]

bad things one shot [raleigh carrera x marina cortez]

This is the first fic I’ve written in god knows how long. I’ve been feeling very anxious lately and I still do, but I’m trying my best to get through it and be positive. 

This is not one of my best writings, not by a long shot. But I wanted to write again and so this is what I’ve ended up with. 

The song Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly & Camila Cabello inspired this fic and the lyrics are also in this. In this fic, just pretend that Marina sang this song instead of Camila :)

Warnings: NSFW. References to drugs. Raleigh x Marina are not a wholesome couple..

@ibldw-main​ @pug-bitch​ @omgjasminesimone​ @raleighcarrera​ @mvalentine​ @vaginas-lost-baguette​ @katedrakeohd​ @emichelle​ @rainbowsinthestorm​ @gardeningourmet​ 

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Raleigh lit another cigarette as he listened to Marina curse under her breath. Paper covered with her loopy handwriting scattered the floor around her; she held her pen tightly, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as her eyes scanned the latest lyrics she had written. She was sat down on the floor with her legs crossed and her rising frustration was becoming more evident. 

‘This is fucking shit,’ she muttered. ‘What the hell is that supposed to even mean?’

Raleigh sighed and moved to sit down beside her. ‘Do you need help?’ he asked.

‘No..’ Marina said unconvincingly. ‘Maybe.. Yes.’

Raleigh chuckled and slung his arm around her shoulder, bringing her in close to him. As he rested his chin on top of her head, Raleigh read the lyrics she had written so far. 

Marina was recording a song with the rapper Machine Gun Kelly and had been put in charge of writing it. Although it was MGK’s song and Marina was only featuring, she was the artist who could write magic on a page. Marina Cortez was the whole package: beautiful, talented, creative, hardworking. She was the most in demand singer in America right now.

But for some reason, the lyrics weren’t coming easy to her. 

‘This is good so far!’ Raleigh told her honestly. ‘What’s the problem?’

Marina bit her lip. ‘It feels.. Fake.’

Raleigh frowned. ‘What do you mean?’

Marina sighed and ran her hands through her raven hair. She leaned into Raleigh and examined her fingernails. ‘Usually, I write from the heart,’ she told him. ‘Personal stuff. Like how much music drives me, how alone I used to feel, you know? Songs for a lonely girl who spends all her time in her bedroom. I want my fans to be able to connect with me and feel like I’m there for them. But I don’t know what this song is supposed to be. MGK has given me free rein but I can’t find inspiration. So this song is gonna tank, his reputation will be ruined and everyone will hate me-’

‘Mari, you’re spiralling,’ Raleigh interrupted. He took the paper and examined it in more detail before picking up her pen. ‘You gotta relax,’ he continued. ‘You’re too close to this. Let me help.’

Marina sighed. ‘Thank you.’

Raleigh smiled. ‘How do you feel right now? Like, in life. How do you, Marina Cortez, feel?’

Marina’s red knit sweater was too long for her arms. The material covered her fingers. Marina played with the sleeves as she thought to herself. ‘I feel good,’ she finally said. ‘Accomplished. I have everything I ever wanted..  I have you.’

Raleigh felt a blush creep on his cheeks. He and Marina had been dating for the past four months and everything was good. Sure, they had their moments. Moments when they argued passionately and fiercely after too many drinks. Moments when things got too heated in a smashed up hotel room and they swore they would never speak to each other again. Magazines and paparazzi lapped it up. Many nights photographers captured images of Raleigh and Marina that should never have made it into print; but that was what the couple had signed up for. Their lives were no longer private. But god, they tried hard to keep it so. 

Raleigh was happy. He got to wake up beside the most beautiful girl in the world. He got to kiss her whenever he wanted, feel her skin against his whenever he wanted, feel her fingernails against his back whenever he wanted. He remembered one night when Marina had gently grazed her finger along his cheek as she whispered in a drunken haze, ‘I want you forever even when we’re not together.’

‘Wait,’ Raleigh said suddenly, his fingers tightening on the sheet of paper. He crossed out a lyric and wrote, muttering under his breath, ‘I want you forever even when we’re not together..’

Marina turned pink now. She remembered that night. ‘You want me to write about us?’ she asked, her voice cracking. ‘Do you think MGK will stand for that?’

Raleigh smiled. ‘You said you write about personal things,’ he explained. ‘So write personally.’

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Over the next few hours, Raleigh and Marina wrote together until they had the bare bones of a song. Raleigh ordered pizza and found bottles of beer; Marina snuggled into him as she wrote, occasionally stopping to sip her beer and ask for his opinions.

‘Am I out of my head?

Am I out of my mind?

If you only knew the bad things I like

Don't think that I can explain it

What can I say, it's complicated’

Marina sang softly, her voice hesitant as she tried out the words that rolled like silk from her tongue. 

‘Bad things, huh?’ Raleigh asked. ‘Care to elaborate?’

Marina laughed and covered her eyes with her hands. ‘Noooo!’ she protested. ‘The words just came to me, don’t ask me what they mean!’

Raleigh let out a deep chuckle and tried to prise her hands away from her eyes. ‘Tell me!’ he said. ‘I won’t laugh!’

Marina kept her hands clamped to her eyes, refusing to look at Raleigh. Raleigh rolled his eyes and kept trying to prise her hands away, wanting to see the girl hiding herself. As he pulled at her hands, Marina shuffled away from him. Raleigh followed, not relenting. 

‘You know I love the chase,’ he teased. His fingers wrapped gently around her wrists. ‘I can do this all day, Mari.’

Marina giggled and scooted away from him, enjoying their little game. Raleigh pulled her back, tackling her to the floor, laughing as she screamed in surprise. His hands held her wrists above her head as he pinned her down. ‘Raleigh!’ Marina cried. ‘Get off!’

‘Nah babe,’ Raleigh said, smiling down into her brown eyes. ‘You’re mine now. So, bad things. What bad things are you talking about?’

Marina’s eyes glinted mischievously. She brought her legs around his waist and pulled him further down onto her. ‘What do you think?’ she murmured. 

Raleigh let out a low growl. He knew exactly the kind of bad things she was meaning. The bad things they performed in the dark. The bad things that nobody in the world would think Marina Cortez enjoyed. To the outside world, Marina Cortez was the innocent pop princess who was dominating the charts. Only Raleigh knew what she was really like. Only Raleigh knew the hidden side of Marina, the one that came out when they were alone. The Marina who liked to be pinned down by Raleigh’s tattooed body. The Marina who liked to be fucked hard against the wall. The Marina who left scars on Raleigh’s back. The Marina who screamed his name as he ravaged her on a nightly basis. 

But he also knew the Marina who told him her deepest fears. The Marina who was terrified of being alone. The Marina who felt inferior to everyone in the music industry despite her incredible talent. The Marina who was vulnerable and scared in this shiny, glimmering world of trophies, accolades and red carpets. Raleigh loved that Marina. His Marina. 

‘I like bad things..’ Raleigh murmured, leaning down to press a kiss against her neck. As he pulled away, he gently nipped at her skin with his teeth, causing her to let out a gasp. Marina’s eyes darkened as she looked into his; both of their pupils were dilated and their hearts beating an extra beat inside their full chests. 

‘I like bad things too,’ Marina whispered, her hands reaching out to slide under Raleigh’s t-shirt.

Raleigh let out a chuckle as he felt her fingers graze his skin. ‘So you’ve said,’ he replied in a low voice. ‘How about you prove it?’

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Marina’s fingernails dug into Raleigh’s tattooed back as he fucked her hard, just the way she liked it. She didn’t care that the hardwood floor and the impact of Raleigh on top of her was hurting her spine. She didn’t care that her cries echoed around the room, probably disturbing the occupants of the neighbouring apartment. 

All she wanted was to feel Raleigh Carerra inside her. 

‘Oh god, Raleigh..’ she groaned, tugging on his lower lip with her teeth. 

‘Mari..’ Raleigh whispered, his breath hot against her ear. ‘You like this?’

‘Yes,’ she whispered back, digging her nails into his skin harder and scratching down his spine. ‘Keep going.’

Raleigh began to move against her more rapidly, his pace increasing as they gathered momentum. Without warning, he reached down to gather her up so she was straddling his lap as he sat on the floor; Marina instantly took control. 

She was on fire. Her black hair was a tousled mane down her back. Droplets of sweat trickled down her temples as she moved her hips, grinding against him hard and deep. She held onto Raleigh’s shoulders for dear life as she ground into him, letting out husky groans as she enjoyed the feel of him inside of her. 

Raleigh’s fingers tangled in her hair as he kissed her hard. Their sex was always like this; passionate, all encompassing, volcanic. Pure fire.

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Later that evening, as Marina and Raleigh wrote together, they remembered nights where they inhaled white powder chased down with vodka. Nights where memories blurred together, things were said, hands touched, clothes stripped. 

I can't explain it

I love the pain

And I love the way your breath

Numbs me of novacaine

And we are

Always high

Keep it strange

Okay, yeah, I'm insane

But you the same

The night where Marina only wore a white vest top and lace briefs, her dark hair tangled down her back as she danced around the living room with a bottle in her hand. Raleigh watched her from his position on the couch, his eyes dark as he took in the way her hips snaked and rolled as she moved around the room with the lights of Los Angeles lighting her up like the star she was. 

Marina reached out to take the paper that was now strewn with lyrics. With her eyes glinting, she smiled to herself as she scrawled more words. She felt adrenaline as the song began to come together. She sat back and started to sing softly. 

The way we love, is so unique

And when we touch, I'm shivering

And no one has to get it

Just you and me

‘Awww, Mari..’ Raleigh joked, pulling her in to press a kiss on her forehead. ‘You’re so sentimental!’

‘Shurrup!’ Marina protested, laughing as Raleigh began to press quick and tiny kisses all over her head. Unlike their sex a few hours previously, this time they were playful with each other. The two sides of Raleigh and Marina that nobody else got to see. The sides that they only showed each other. 

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Nails scratchin' my back tatt

Eyes closed while you scream out

And you keep me in with those hips

While my teeth sink in those lips

While your body's giving me life

And you suffocate in my kiss

Marina watched with wide, nervous eyes as MGK read the lyrics out loud. She had arranged to meet him in a recording studio in downtown LA and she was feeling apprehensive about the entire situation. She still felt like an imposter when she met these established musicians, even though she was now one herself. Any minute now, she was waiting for someone to find her out. Tell her to pack her shit and go home. 

‘Marina, this is awesome,’ MGK finally said after a long moment. ‘Jesus. I mean.. I knew you were good but this is fucking the SHIT.’

Marina exhaled, relief flooding her veins. ‘Oh my gosh, thank you!’ she said. ‘But it wasn’t all me; Raleigh also wrote. He’s due a writing credit.’

MGK eyed her and looked back down at the lyrics. ‘Is this about you guys?’

Marina tucked her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. ‘So, when do you want to start recording?’ 

[starting-now]

Finals Week (Barry x Reader x Sally)

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: none

Request by Anonymous: okay feel free to totally say no to this cuz wow self-projection whoops, but uh. sally and barry helping university student reader unwind 👀 after the stress of final exams hits? 👀👀

(gif by @nohohank​)

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this fic about finals week! I wanted to go super wholesome with this prompt so I hope thats okay with you! This whole last month of the semester has been kicking my ass school-wise and writing this definitely made me feel a bit better. So I hope reading it does the same for you! Good luck to anyone still in school! Love you guys!

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You had been sitting in your apartment for what felt like days, studying what felt like the same material but for different classes, writing the same essay but about different topics, and in general cramming an endless amount of work into a single week. It seemed like just a few weeks ago you were breezing through the semester, not a care in the world, and all of a sudden, all these assignments were hitting you like a freight train. Were there assignments you knew about in advance? Sure. Could you have been working on them for basically the whole semester? Absolutely. But did you? No. No you did not. And now, just like every semester, you were paying the price.

You sighed deeply and let your head fall against the keys of your laptop, typing nonsense into the body of your essay, which honestly seemed better than whatever your brain was coming up with. You had been held up in your apartment working for the better part of three days whenever you weren’t at work or in class.

Your phone buzzed on the side table. You glanced over and saw a text from Sally light up the screen. Without opening your phone, you could see it was a picture of her and Barry. She had been asking the past week when you were free to go out with them, and when you weren’t available Barry and Sally went out without you. This wasn’t unusual. It was pretty normal for you all to go on dates with whoever was available at the time. And you certainly didn’t expect them to put their lives on hold just because you were busy. But these past few days, you’d been feeling guilty that you hadn’t gotten to see them, and insecure that they were growing apart from you because of your absence. You insecurities were getting the better of you, and the lack of sleep didn’t help rationalize your thoughts.

You sighed and turned your phone over, deciding to switch from working on your essay to studying from your textbooks. You moved from your seat at the kitchen table to your couch, as if moving locations would make this week less unbearable. Luckily it was almost over, but at the moment it felt like it would never end. You grabbed a bottle of aspirin on your way to the table, hoping to soothe the throbbing headache that'd been plaguing you the last few days.

The day went on like this, moving from place to place in your apartment, trying to ignore Sally’s texts and attempting to study, keyword attempting. It felt impossible to focus. You found yourself reading the same sentence over and over. You found yourself reading the same sentence over and over.

Your phone lit up once again on the side table, buzzing longer this time. Sally was calling you. You sighed in frustration and ignored the call, returning your eyes to your book. You tried to read a few sentences as anxious thoughts buzzed around your mind. You hated to push them away, but you were too busy for this. And you knew if you picked up that phone you were only going to feel jealous that they got to see each other but you didn’t get to see them. Your phone buzzed again. You sighed heavily and begrudgingly answered the call.

“Hey Sally, I don’t really have time right now.” you said, wincing after hearing the hostility in your own voice.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I was just checking in, haven’t heard from you in a while.” she said, concern lacing her voice.

“I’m fine.” you lied. Sally sensed how your voice faltered.

“You sure? We can come over if you want.” she offered.

“We? You’re still with Barry?” you asked, trying to hide how much you missed them.

“Oh yeah we’ve been together all day. We were actually calling to see if you’re free at all?” she asked hopefully. You sighed and propped up your head in your free hand.

“I have so much on my plate right now. You guys go ahead without me, I’m sorry. Love you.” you said quickly and hung up before she could protest.

You set your phone down and took a shaky breath. You buried your face in your hands and broke down crying, you body heaving with sobs. It wasn’t just your distance from Sally and Barry making you sad. This whole week had been an absolutely nightmare of stress and isolation. You felt regret for your attitude on the phone. If you weren’t pushing them away before, you definitely felt like you were now.

You spent a while feeling guilty, attempting to study but not being able to focus yet again. A knock at your door jolted you out of your sad state. You quickly wiped at your eyes with your sleeve and walked to your door, opening it to Sally and Barry. As upset as you were, you couldn’t help but feel relieved and happy to see the people you love. Sally came in first, closing the distance between you and wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. As she leaned away she pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Her hands cupped your cheeks and you leaned into her touch as her thumbs swiped at any remaining tears.

“I know you said not to come, but we couldn’t help ourselves.” she said guiltily. Your eyes welled up with tears, happier this time, and you covered her hands with yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered. She must have known on the phone how much you wanted  to see them. She could always see right through you, and today you were grateful for that. Sally smiled knowingly, nodding and walking further into your apartment.

Barry still stood in your doorway.  He smiled sweetly and held up the large paper bag in his hand.

“We brought Chinese food!” he said happily, setting it down and pulling you in for a hug. You rested your head against his chest and snaked your arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead and pulled away from the hug to set up the food.

“Guys, I’m so glad you’re here, I just have so much stuff to do. It feels like I’m drowning in assignments. I don’t know if I have the time.” you said nervously. You wanted them to stay but the stress was creeping up on you again.

“Babe, you’ve been working nonstop for the past three days. Would you even be productive if you kept going?” Sally asked. You blinked, feeling called out but knowing she was right. These past couple hours of study had been completely useless anyways. You smiled, deciding you deserved some time off with the people you love.

“...You guys didn’t have to do all this for me.” you said, feeling guilty that they went through the trouble.

“Of course we did! We’re your partners we’re gonna be here for you.” Sally piped up, walking out from the kitchen with plates and napkins.

“You’d do the same for us.” Barry added as he took the various take-out boxes out of the bag and setting them on the coffee table. You smiled and sat down on the couch as they prepared everything. The negative thoughts about your relationship were definitely dampened, but they were still floating around your brain. You rubbed your palms together nervously and took a deep breath.

“Can I ask you guys a stupid question?” you asked. Sally and Barry slowed their movements down and turned their gaze towards you, sitting on either side of you.

“If it’s making you upset it’s not stupid.” Sally assured, resting a hand on your thigh. Barry nodded in agreement.

“Is...everything okay with us? I mean, I’ve been busy and you guys have been hanging out a lot. And I’m fine with that I really am. I guess I’m just worried you don’t...need me?” you confessed, fighting the lump in your throat that threatened more tears.

“Okay you were right, that was stupid.” she said offhandedly and you laughed humorlessly at her response. She perked up, realizing what she said and her hands flew over yours.

“I’m sorry, that...that came out wrong. I just mean, we love you so much. And I hate that you think of yourself like that. I don’t think me or Barry would know what to do without you.” she said, gesturing to Barry, who nodded in return with a tight lipped smile. You furrowed your brow and Sally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, jumping up from the couch and patting her legs.

“How about I get you some tea? I’m gonna get you some tea.” she said quickly, turning on her heel and walking into the kitchen. When she was out of the room Barry took a deep breath and turned his eyes towards you.

“It’s not stupid.” Barry assured. You turned your gaze towards him. “I feel like that sometimes too, like I’m not needed or important. And Sally does too even if she doesn’t talk about it. I know you’ve been stressed lately, but I just want you to know that...I mean, me and Sally are so proud of you. And when we go out without you? You’re basically all we talk about.” he finished, a small smile on his face as he recalled the memory.

“Really?” you asked hopefully. Barry nodded.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, kind of pathetic actually. We’re crazy about you. We love you so much, and I never want you to feel like we don’t love having you in our lives. And...I’m so grateful I get to be in yours.” he said, taking a deep breath to stop his own tears from welling up.

You leaned over and wrapped your arms around Barry. He didn’t respond at first, not expecting the contact, but quickly melted into your touch. He ran his fingers soothingly through your hair, relishing being close to you after what felt like so long apart. You squeezed him a little tighter and he chuckled and returned the gesture.

Sally walked back into the living room with a mug of tea and smiled at you two.

“Am I missing a group hug?” she asked playfully. You nodded into Barry’s shoulder.

“Mhm.” you said.

Sally set the mug down on the coffee table and wrapped her arms around you and Barry. Their familiar smells mingled in the air. Sally’s sweet, flowery perfume, and Barry’s cologne, scented like eucalyptus mint. You knew you had missed them, but now that they were here you realized just how much you relied on them.

“I love you guys so much.” you said softly.

“Love you too.” Sally and Barry responded in kind. Sally pulled away from the hug and you followed suit. She handed you a paper plate.

“Go ahead and grab some food. I bet you haven’t even eaten today.” she said knowingly and you stuck your tongue out at her.

“You guys wanna watch Back to the Future?” Barry suggested, covering you three in a large blanket. You nodded enthusiastically.

You sat back with your plate of food and snuggled up between your partners. Sally leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek, earning a giggle out of you. You leaned your head on Barry’s shoulder and took a bite of food as the movie started.

Finals week might suck, but this would definitely help you get through it.

[thots4daze]

HAPPY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL ! ! !                                                   IT’S A ME, Z !

i’ve been hella busy writing a whole bunch of stuffs for rps that i have joined and what not. but this little gem right here i have been working on tirelessly for the last week or so because i was being a lazy asshole and couldn’t narrow down all the ideas i had in mind for this~!

SO! This is my Secret Santa gift to the lovely and wonderfully talented @haikyuu-philia​ HEY BABY ! ! ! ! SURPRISE IT’S ME ! I hope you enjoy this fic I have composed for you.

Have a Merry Merry Christmas and holiday season and an even better start to your New Year ! ! !

FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE EVER ADORABLE SUGAWARA KOUSHI

ENJOY LOVE !

It’s been a few years of you living abroad, studying hard and working even harder to make sure your life goals stay on track. Everything in life you have had a goal or plan and for the most part stick to it. Making sure to account for everything. The one thing that you never could have planned or accounted for came in the form of a sweet, literal angel on earth. With ashen silver locks, kind, warm eyes. Sugawara Koushi. A classmate of yours, and the first person to talk with you when you first enrolled into the university. Calm, polite and so, so very handsome how could you not enjoy speaking with the young man. Soon, casual conversations in class turned to walking to classes together, talking in  hushed tones with little inside jokes spoken to one another. Catching glances from across the room at the sorority and frat parties, tipping solo cups in each other’s directions. Linking arms and sharing umbrellas. Everything seemed so wholesome and perfect. And utterly unplanned. You found yourself falling harder and harder for your guardian angel. Something that was not part of your 5 year plan. Not to mention, with you being a shy person by nature - it was just surprising is all. But he, he’s the kind soul that he is, it was so easy for you to lose yourself in his presence, his words comforting and warm. He was able to pull you from your shell no matter the situation and after some time it became something that you looked for. Time together was spent hanging out with his friends or just the two of you. Enjoying the other’s company, reading, going to the local cafes and trying out some sort of new food of fad - snapshots taken to preserve the wonderful and fun moments. Suga had wanted to talk with you as soon as he saw your timid form stroll into his first class of his freshman semester. How could he not? You were cute and you looked out of place in the Japanese university, but never in a bad way - he would internally freak out and try to back track as if he spoke the words out loud and offended you. He would never, in a million years, want to do anything that would offend you. He never would want to see that smile fade from your face. Once he saw that radiant smile come from you, and at something he said, he was a goner and made himself his own personal goal to always make you smile like that whenever he could.

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Christmas time was upon you, and you had planned out your holiday trip - starting with purchasing gifts for your family and friends. One friend in particular; a amber eyed angel. You had decided to purchase a new watch for the guy, seeing as you may have been the cause of why his last watch is no longer operational. By complete accident of course. So, this was the perfect gift in your eyes. You may have also planned to announce your feelings for him too. But it would have to wait until after Christmas. You had plans to travel back home to see your family and your plans would not be derailed.

Or so you had hoped.

Again, the plans of your life had a wrench thrown in to knock you back a few steps. You mother had called you, you thinking it was to finalize the travel plans for the winter vacation. Instead it was her to tell you that they had received a nice bonus from your dad’s job and they were going to kick it on the beach and enjoy the warm weather this Christmas time.

“I’m sorry baby, but your father just surprised me with the news!” Your mother was apologetic but you could hear the excitement in her voice. You were happy for the two of them, they needed time away from it all. So you wished them a Merry Christmas and that you’d make plans to visit them in the new year.

Sighing you hung up and laid there on your apartment couch, wondering what you were gonna do. Christmas was in a few days and you had canceled any and all other plans with friends expecting to be on a plane heading home to see the family.

As you were contemplating on what you were going to do you received a text message from Sugawara. A giant grin gracing your features. You couldn’t help but to smile anytime you were with him or hell, even thought of the man. He was just too perfect.

Hey, Y/N what’re you doing tmro?

Nothing. You? Immediately you typed a reply and before you could second guess yourself hit the send button. The three little dots flashing at the bottom of the screen got your heart racing. His reply only made it beat quicker as a small blush coated your cheeks.

Perfect. Be ready by 6~

Yep. Definitely perfect.

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Christmas Eve was upon you in a flash. You had spent as much time as possible making sure your outfit was in perfect condition. You were not going to mess up this night! Shyness be damned!

However, as 6 o'clock drew near you were beginning to get nervous. Anxious more like. Was this a date? No. It was just you going out. On Christmas eve, with a friend. Who happens to be a guy. Who also happens to be the guy you have a huge crush on. As you continued on down your list you felt you skin grow hotter by the second. Blushing furiously you shook your head to try and rid yourself of those embarrassing thoughts. Though, you wouldn’t mind being closer to Koushi than you are now.

Content sighs escaped your painted lips as you finished touching up your outfit, double checking that his gift was still wrapped nicely and snug in your purse. A giddy feeling began to take over and soon there was a knock at the door. There on the other side was Sugawara looking like a downright snack. Dark skinny fitted jeans with his dress boots, a colorful sweater blending blues and purples and pinks together beautifully brought out the sparkles in his eyes as he looked you over. The color rushed to your cheeks once more as you caught his gaze as it raked up and down your form - more than once. A feeling of pride but also second guessing your choice in attire. All negative thoughts were blown away when he opened his mouth, a large smile on his face,

“You look amazing.”

The smile that you graced him with nearly knocked him back just by the sheer genuineness of it. He loved that smile of yours and loved even more knowing that it was directed at him, because of him. Sugawara could die a happy man just from that alone. Though, he would be missing you terribly.

Extending his elbow for you to take he called out to you drawing you from your less than appropriate thoughts, “Well? Shall we go, m'lady?” You nodded your head and took his arm, making sure to grab your purse and keys, locking up before the two of you took off on your adventure. As the two of you walked and conversed he informed you that you would be sharing a nice, warm dinner before going out for some hot chocolate or coffee, “Lady’s choice of course,” he added with a wink and from there it would be up in the air.

“Do you think we could go look at the lights? I haven’t gotten the chance yet this year,” you asked tightening your small grip on his arm, leaning into his frame more and more, trying to bite back the shiver that was taking over your body. He seemed to have noticed and brought you in closer, holding you tight and squeezing your hand just a tad bit.

A beautiful smile lit up the evening as he looked down at you, “Whatever you want to do, Y/N. It’s Christmas Eve.”

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Dinner was fantastic, you didn’t expect anything less, but you also didn’t expect it to be as fancy as it was either. Much more elegant that the other times you two have gone out. As friends. Strictly as friends… but tonight, it felt so much different. Felt so… right. The two of you had taken your time in heading to the little cafe that became your unofficial place. The place you would go to after classes together, or met up with each other during weekends, and study dates and it was the first place he turned to when he was trying to find you and you weren’t at your apartment. It was just your spot. And it was always going to be.

With warm cups in hand, you decided that now was the time to go view the lights in the park and in the market. Shop keepers went all out during the Christmas time, making sure to decorate and put lights up around the shops - inside and out. It lights up the night like only Christmas can and it was something you always made time for during the holiday season. Who was Suga to deny you your tradition?

So there you two were, warm cups in one hand while the others were preoccupied with one another. Holding hands, lightly squeezing the other to make sure they were still there. So as to not float away. The feeling of his hand in yours, it sent jolts of excitement and warmth and courage course through you. You didn’t want the feeling to fade. If only you knew that he was feeling the same; drawing from you all the emotions he wished he could tell you without being afraid or nervous or anxious. He would settle with just this for now if that’s what he could get.

The center of the market was fast approaching and with that it meant that more shops were going to have more decorations and lights meaning that it was going to be very bright and very magical. The perfect spot to give him his gift you thought to yourself, a fire burning in you to shake away all nervousness. And with this new found power within you, you began to tug and pull him along at a faster speed, him calling out with a chuckle to get your attention, “Whoa! Y/N!”

You stopped abruptly nearly causing Sugawara to run into you. Almost. Thankfully his reflexes from volleyball had helped him with his balance and he caught himself before causing any damage to your perfect frame. Once he was able to regain his posture you were spinning around to face him. Lights from every angle casting light across your features and he audibly sucked in a breath. He didn’t even notice that you had let go of his hands and were holding a small, neatly wrapped package in front of you. Sugawara Koushi was so captured by your beauty and the moment that his body acted on it’s own accord. Soon he found himself edging closer to your frame, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. His breath mixed with yours between your bodies in the cold air.

Hands came up, in what seemed like slow motion, to grip your upper arms lightly, but enough to know they were there. Suga’s face was inching closer and closer to your own. It all happened so fast, but so slow at the same time. You couldn’t react to him fast enough and soon you found his lips pressed against your own. Chapped and warm but also soft and you could taste the caramel from his coffee from earlier. It all came together in a very Koushi fashion and you couldn’t stop the smile that took root on your face, even as you two stood there in the middle of the pathway, lips locked together.

It was over as fast as it took place, with Sugawara pulling away first, a dark blush tinting his cheeks. If you hadn’t known any better you would have just thought that it was from the cold. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N, but I couldn’t help myself. You’re so cute and wonderful and kind and I’ve liked you for a long time now. And just now with the lights and tonight’s been a great night I just needed to take the plunge, ya know? And-,” he didn’t get to finish his rambling as you cut him off connecting your lips to his once more.

This time it was longer and deeper and much more fulfilling. Fresh, light snow falling gently down onto your intertwined bodies. Pulling away your breaths mixed between the two of you. “I really like you too,” but it was his turn to interrupt you, “What about your plans and goals. I know how much your future means to you and-”

“Koushi~,” you cooed, “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Blinking in surprise. Where did this take control Y/N come from? He didn’t mind it in the slightest. It was refreshing actually. So he didn’t even try to resist the laugh that sprung from him. With foreheads touching, his hands wrapped around your body he pulled you as close to him possible. “I think I can manage that.”

Christmas Eve. A time that is spent with friends and family. A time to celebrate and live and love. Your time spent with Sugawara Koushi was always welcomed. It was time well spent in the company of warmth and genuineness care and just… home. Every other time you spent together was nice. Good. Friendly. But this, this time, it was different. Everything about tonight was. But it wasn’t a bad different. And it definitely wasn’t according to plan. But fuck the plans. You two were happy, and that’s all that mattered.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Dancing With A Stranger (mini songfic)

OK, so, I’ve been planning my next big fic, but it’s been taking some time....I know how I want it to go story and emotion-wise, but thinking about all the details and the worldbuilding is stressing me out right now....I’m probably gonna start writing it next week anyway, and let myself fill in the blanks that way, but it’ll most likely take a while to finish.

In the meantime, have this small thing.

A couple days ago, I was having some pretty bad anxiety. My Discord friends helped cheer me up, and I can’t thank them enough for that, but it also really got me in the mood for something a bit more....wholesome than usual. Sure, there’s the possibility of danger underneath the surface here, because I really can’t resist, but...for my standards, this is really tame.

I wanted something to cheer me up from the low place I was at. Something about letting her taking my mind off of it and making me feel better...but also telling me that I’m not alone, and that she’s there for me. And then I heard the song, and the scenario just.....leant itself to me on a silver platter. XD I’m a lot better now, but I’d thought of this idea yesterday and wanted to get it out there before it left me. So here it is.

My situation isn’t exactly like the reader’s here (I had to change it to fit the song better), but the emotions - many of the worries - are the same. Feeling like I’m annoying everyone, that I’m secretly hated, stuff like that. Also, it’s in first-person to match the song.

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I don't wanna be alone tonight It's pretty clear that I'm not over you I'm still thinking 'bout the things you do So I don't wanna be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight

I didn't know why I was here. All I knew was that I was thinking with my broken heart, and not with my mind.

The words echoed in my head...over and over..."I'm sorry." "I haven't been feeling it for a while." "I met someone better for me, and I hope you do, too." What a crappy way to break up with someone, on a date night. We'd planned it together, even...I thought he was looking forward to it...so much for that.

Did he meet this other person recently? Or had he been hiding this from me longer? Had he been planning this, or was this a rushed decision? I was still having a hard time believing it...

What did I do wrong? Why did he leave me? Why wouldn't he tell me what I did? I'd tried so hard to please him, every single day...I did everything he wanted me to...If he told me, I would've tried to fix it.

I must've just not been good enough for him...Not good enough...

Every single insult that had ever been thrown at me came to mind. I was boring. Annoying. Needy. Wimpy. Too submissive for even the likes of him. I didn't deserve him. I didn't deserve anyone...

I didn't deserve to be happy...

I wanted so bad to feel wanted, to feel worth something...to feel loved. I thought about telling friends or family about what happened, but I couldn't bring myself to. I'd just bother them. That's all I did, was bother people.

That must've been why I was here, in this club. Because no one here knew me. No one knew how pathetic I was. I could have a quick pick-me-up, a good night, and would start fresh the next day. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

But the bad thoughts wouldn't go away.

Can you light the fire? I need somebody who can take control

Tears had started streaming down my face. The people around me were all talking amongst each other, or dancing to the happy swing music playing, so there were thankfully no eyes on me, but I felt embarrassed with myself, and hid my face in my hands, choking back the sobs in my throat as I tried desperately to calm down.

Even in this crowded place, it still felt like I was all alone with my thoughts.

No one will ever love you. You're pathetic and worthless. Who could want to take care of someone like you? Everyone hates you, they just won't say it. You know it's true.

"Hey...you OK, toots?"

I jumped a bit when I suddenly heard a voice, one that sounded closer than the rest. I uncovered my face and meekly looked up into the eyes of a woman who was looking back at me. She was tall, wearing a dress shirt and black shorts with suspenders. Her long hair was a dark pink, held up in pigtails. Her eyes were soft, a slight smile on her face.

I sniffled, and tried to speak, although I was frazzled. "Me? I'm fine..."

"But you're cryin'..." the woman leaned forward, looking me over. "What's wrong? Did something happen to ya?"

Crying...Oh crap. My hands went to my eyes, trying to rub the tears away. This stranger caught me crying. How embarrassing... "I-it's nothing," I said, "I just..."

I paused, trying to think of something to say, but my mind went blank. How do I even try to cover this up?

"It's OK, you don't gotta say anything," she said, "Only if you wanna."

Her voice was soft and smooth, in an almost soothing kind of way. I didn't expect to meet someone like that at a club. It almost didn't feel real...

She handed me a napkin, which I used to wipe my eyes more. "Thanks..." I muttered.

"No problem, doll," she said softly, "Someone as cute as you shouldn't be cryin'."

Cute? She's joking, right? I thought, And did she just call me "doll"?

Before I could react, she sat down next to me, crossing one leg over the other. Her gentle gaze never left me, and I could feel my heart start to beat faster. "Y-you..." I gulped, "It's OK, you don't have to worry...I'm always like this..."

"Always?" she tilted her head, "Oh no...No wonder ya came here! Here I was wonderin' why someone like you would be at a crazy place like this..."

I looked down at my hands, going silent. I could feel her judging me now. If I hadn't been so weak and started crying, this wouldn't have happened...I hated having to force people to worry about me. Like my ex. I'd always act like this around him, making him worry about me. And my friends, too.

You're such a burden. You keep guilt tripping everyone around you. Stop doing that, you crap. This is why he left you.

"Are you lonely?"

My head shot up in surprise when she spoke again. "Huh? What?"

"Are you lonely?" she repeated.

My eyes widened. "L-lonely...?"

"Do ya want someone to be with ya?" she leaned closer to me, smiling still, "Someone who won't run away?"

She had read me like a book. A soft noise escaped my lips as I instinctively leaned away from her, my heart racing a mile a minute.

"Remember, ya don't have to say anything. I was just wonderin', is all," she gently reminded me.

One of my hands went to my chest, and I gulped down the lump that had been in my throat from crying. I hesitated, before nodding.

I know exactly what I need to do 'Cause I don't wanna be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight

"Poor thing...Did someone hurt ya?"

I nodded again, wordlessly. The memories were so fresh in my head...I felt myself getting close to tears again, and I sniffled, bringing the napkin to my face again...

...I felt her hand on my shoulder. A gentle touch, one that sent shockwaves through my body.

"I'm so sorry...I wasn't there, but I can still tell ya didn't deserve that," she said, "Don't waste your time carin' about people who don't care about you...that's what I always tell myself."

I let her words sink in. I shouldn't care about people who don't care about me? But...what if it's someone I want to care? Is it hopeless to want that?

"Look somewhere else, doll. You'll find someone who'll take ya..."

I didn't know this woman. I didn't even know her name. But I was paying attention to every word she said. I was in so much pain, and here she was, talking to me. I should've been wary of her, but in the moment, I didn't believe she'd hurt me. Was that why I was like this? Because I'd trust anyone who was kind to me?

She turned to the dance floor. "Song's almost over..." she muttered, and then stood up. My eyes followed her, and widened in surprise when she offered a hand to me. "Dance with me?" she asked.

I felt my cheeks flush at that simple question. Dance? She wanted me to dance with her? I opened my mouth to try and speak again. "Ah- I-" I cleared my throat, "Um, th-thanks, but I think I'm better now...You don't have to worry about me...You can go now..."

I knew I wasn't fine. I knew I didn't want her to leave. But at the same time, I was guilty about taking up her time. I had planned on leaving soon, anyway. This had clearly been a bad idea.

She shook her head. "Nope, I'm not leavin' ya here like this. I know what you're feelin', and I know it sucks," she looked me dead in the eye, and spoke in a voice that made a  shiver race down my spine. "I want ya to have fun...Isn't that why you came here? To have fun? To escape all the crap goin' on in your life? Lemme take you away from it...Lemme be your escape~..."

More and more heat rushed to my cheeks with every word that came out of her mouth. I sat there, staring at her, as her hand was still extended to me. She knew how I felt? She really understood? So she wasn't just taking pity on me? I couldn't believe it...It felt like I was unable to move.

"Dance with me, doll...I promise, I won't hurt ya~"

My thoughts were racing. Should I trust her? I wanted so, so badly to...But trusting people had only led to pain. I was a burden to everyone. But right then...I couldn't resist her...

"But I- I can't dance..." I stuttered, "I-I never learned how..."

"That doesn't matter," she assured me, "Just follow me, OK? Let me take care of everything."

The idea of letting someone else take control for a bit, as I focus on nothing but her...Letting all my sadness and heartbreak fade into the background as I do so. It felt too good to pass up.

So, I took her hand.

Look what you made me do I'm with somebody new Oh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger

Having my hand held in hers...it was almost surreal. It let me know this wasn't a dream.

She led me to the center of the room, where the music was louder. She immediately put her hands on me. I stiffened in nervousness. "Just focus on me," she instructed, "Follow my steps. I'll start slowly for ya..."

I never thought I'd ever do this. But I didn't wanna think about anything else. If my thoughts wandered, I'd end up in that place again. I wanted to leave it behind, and to believe in her. But...swing dancing was clearly not my calling. I did as she said still, copying her movements to the best of my ability.

"There ya go!" she said, "Just like that!"

She started moving faster, and I continued following. Her praise made me happy in a way I didn't know I could have been right then. Her smile turned into a playful smirk as she went...

"You're a bit stiff...Relax a bit, OK~? No one's watchin' us~"

"Yeah...like that. You're gettin' it...Just don't worry 'bout a thing~"

I felt myself slowly melt...

Look what you made me do I'm with somebody new Oh, baby, baby, I'm dancing with a stranger

It was only a matter of time before I stumbled, causing me to lean on her for balance. I squeaked in embarrassment, my face flushing brightly as I backed away. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

She giggled, though not in a mocking way at all. "It's fine! I told ya, this is just for fun!"

My ex would've made a comment, like "You gotta pay better attention", or something else that would make me feel worse. But she...didn't mind me messing up? And she wasn't uncomfortable with me being so close to her then?

"Ah, yeah..." I tried my best to calm myself down again. However, when I looked back at her, and saw that smirk, I felt like I was going to explode.

"Don't worry about impressin' me, doll~" she said with a small chuckle.

That only made me stiffen even more. What did she just say? Impressing her? Was that...really what I was trying to do? Did I want to impress her?

I stumbled again, causing more giggles. "OK, OK, maybe I'm goin' a lil' bit fast. Want me to slow down again?"

"N-no, it's fine! I-I'll adjust," I said, "It's just for fun...just for fun..."

I didn't wanna admit defeat. Crap, maybe I was trying to impress her...but she didn't mind my screw-ups at all. She didn't expect me to be an expert. She just wanted me to enjoy myself. I kept telling myself this, and slowly, I believed it more and more.

By the next misstep, I was laughing along with her. "Sorry..." I said, still a bit nervous, "I told you, I'm not good at this..."

"But you're gettin' better, and that's what counts~" she said, smiling down at me.

"B-better?" I sputtered, laughing again, "Am I really now?"

"Yeah, you are! You're laughin'! That's what I like to see~"

It took me a second to realize what she meant, and I blushed yet again. So that's the "better" she meant...

She continued swaying with me, humming as she pulled me closer to her. I closed my eyes, everything else around us beginning to fade away in my mind. No more exes, no more heartbreak, no more worries, no more anxieties. Just me, her, and the music.

...And even that began to fade, to give way for the sound of my heartbeat, when she spoke again, softly.

"Y'know, doll...You're so much prettier when ya smile~"

Dancing with a stranger...

[potter-loves-malfoy]

you have a few favorites? They don't have to be brand new or anything. Just some that you love?

I have some new and some old! Also some Jeddy cuz I’ve been reading a whole lot of Jeddy lately, but I’ll put those in the end! Also, this is gonna be mostly smut because that's what I mostly read unless I’m in a very wholesome mood. This is gonna be long, like very long, I’m bad at picking favorites there are just too many (34 to be exact, apparently and this is the most I could narrow it down). (I also ran out of things to say because I remember loving those fics SO MUCH but I dont remember enough to give a “review”)

The Magic Cat by dot_the_writer

When Harry sees Draco Malfoy with painted nails and wearing an oversized jumper covered in cat fur, his obsession from school comes back in full force. Featuring supportive friends, cute cats and lots of Harry figuring out what he wants.

This one I read just this morning when my best friend asked me to rec her some hurt/comfort (hi Jess) and it’s my most recent favorite. Sooo cute!

A New Page by bixgirl1

Draco just wanted to find out what was up with Potter’s new attitude. Some light stalking, the discovery of a hidden diary, and a lot of wanking later, and he has some answers.

They’re just not the ones he expected.

(Things have changed since sixth year, folks. …Mostly.)

This one also, I read fairly recently and I mean @bixgirl1 fics, do I even need to say more?

The Tapestry of Kinship by khalulu 

Harry is at loose ends, Draco is good with needles, and Draco’s young daughter wants to see a certain tapestry repaired. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black will never be the same.

Helix by Saras_Girl

Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again. [2014 advent fic]

Sanguis Vita Est by Shiguresan

Whilst Voldemort’s prisoner, Draco is made a vampire and forced to take Harry as his first meal. With Draco managing to resist the temptation to drain him, just barely, in a moment of blind rage at what he has been forced to become, he aids Harry in the destruction of Voldemort. But even with that threat vanquished, once back at Hogwarts, Draco finds himself disturbingly addicted to Harry’s blood. And amongst all this, a dark shadow looms ominously on the outline of the forest, watching them closely. A vampire!Draco story and also an ‘Eighth year’ story.

I read this ages ago but I remember hesitating before I started to read this because it’s 312k+ and I didn’t really read super long fics back then, but I loved this so much, also vampire!Draco is a good

Turn by Saras_Girl

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

My favorite execution of the “character’s life kinda sucks so character magically gets sent to an alternate universe” trope. Oh also, it’s part of a series

dirtynumbangelboy by magpie_fngrl

After Harry’s unfortunate encounter with his ex, Draco Malfoy makes him a proposition. Draco wants his parents to stop matchmaking him and Harry wants to make his ex jealous. All they need to do is simply pretend they’re in love. Problem is… Draco already is.

Again another amazing fake relationship fic!

Give Me Sweet Oblivion by tryslora 

Italy seems like a long way to go to keep a fetish secret. But the club is exclusive, and the far away location, and Muggle nature, promises anonymity from Wizarding Britain. The only problem is that sometimes, great minds think alike.

One of the actual hottest smut fics that I’ve read, recced to me by my friend @the-cellar-spiral Fun fact, we planned and failed to write a kind of sequel to this, we had @tryslora ‘s permission and everything, we just never really had time, but who knows maybe in the future.

Every Me and Every You by bixgirl1

Harry liked his life just fine, thankyouverymuch — so it was bad enough when a sly fairy cursed him to leap into alternate realities. But seeing Malfoy in all of them? Definitely way too much. And worse yet: needing the bastard’s help to figure out how to get out of of it.

It was a disaster waiting to happen, really.

Well… probably.

Another AMAZING alternate universe fic, using @magpiefngrl ‘s tumblr prompt AU’s as said alternate universes that Harry keeps going in and out of, which makes it 974957839 times better! Also Unspeakable!Draco, also the alternate realities are almost always sexual and it’s great

Dating for Dads in Denial by aibidil

In which one wizard designs and another reluctantly patronises a magical matchmaking service, amidst the chaos of children and parenting.

Since You Asked by Magnolia822

Newly retired Draco Malfoy writes an anonymous agony column for the Quibbler, for which he quickly gains a reputation for offering pithy, practical advice. His life is comfortably predictable until he receives a letter from a reader seeking a divorce from his wife of thirty years. The situation seems far too familiar … could the writer be the Savior himself?

Salty Sweet by Aelys_Althea

Draco was a Master. He’d always been one, but having a town of Muggles consider him as close to God’s gift as they would ever receive was certainly validating. Except it wasn’t enough. After years of settling, of conjuring masterpieces with his fingers and his prowess, Draco realised he needed a change.

How hard could it be to find an apprentice pâtissier that did what they were told? As it happened, doing ‘what was told’ was about the last thing on his inevitable prospect’s mind. Trust Harry Potter to be the one to turn Draco’s life upside down.

Moldova’s Magical Tea by aibidil

Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.

The Critiquer by dysonrules

When Harry submits his cock photo to a renowned Cock Critiquer and gets a terrible review, he decides to take a photography class to hopefully improve his skills.

Career Choices: Harry: Shiftless layabout; Draco: Cock Critiquer

But, In Dreams by kedavranox

Harry is a Seer, with a particular affinity for speaking to the dead, but this comes at a price he’s slowly killing himself to pay.

My Name Was Safest in Your Mouth by alpha_exodus

Harry didn’t ask for Malfoy to walk into his shop after so many years. But one event leads to another, and soon they’re scrambling to help Hermione find the solution to one of the most insidious viruses the wizarding world has ever seen. To make matters worse, Malfoy’s hiding something, and Harry really wants to kiss him—except Malfoy doesn’t date. Ever.

I Can’t Take It! by XxTheDarkLordxX

After the war, Draco Malfoy became an author. A best selling author whose books move the hearts of those who read them. Which wouldn’t be a problem for Ron if all of them weren’t about Harry! It was obvious to him that Malfoy was in love with his best friend but why was it that no one else seemed to think so? He was going to get to the bottom of this and get Harry to stop mooning over the blonde idiot at the same time. Perhaps, they just needed someone to come along and get them to fess up. For the safety of his own sanity, Ron was going to help Malfoy ensnare Harry. That is, if they can get along long enough not to kill each other.

The Full Monty by magpie_fngrl

Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop

It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

Moon-Eyed by loveglowsinthedark 

Draco Malfoy, Head of Veela Affairs at the Department of Magical Beings, does not do people favours.

Harry Potter, recently turned werewolf, is not “people” – not to Draco anyway.

Does Draco plan to fall in love with Harry when he decides to help him? No. Does he end up falling in love with him anyway? Pft, what do you think?

Adventures in Solitude (Are You There, Sirius? It’s Me, Draco) by oceaxe 

Draco is grateful to have had Sirius’ portrait to confide in all those years ago, about his sexuality and unwanted feelings for a classmate named Harry. But when he gets the portrait out of storage after twenty years, the secrets he has kept from Sirius all along come out. Secrets about Draco’s role in the war… and secrets about Harry Potter.

Proof of the Pudding by gracie137 

When Greg’s bakery opens on Diagon Alley, Draco doesn’t expect it to the place he ends up finding love, but then again Harry Potter had always ended up defying Draco’s expectations.

AKA: The One Where Gregory Goyle somehow ends up running both a bakery and a match making service.

The Rules of Matchbreaking by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

For Prompt #51:When Draco gets fired, he reluctantly agrees to break up a girl’s relationship for her disapproving mother. Through word of mouth, the one-time gig turns him into a professional Matchbreaker, however he winds up falling for one of his clients and must somehow balance his secret job and love life.[excerpt]:“So who is it? The Curse-breaker and the Veela? The head of the Department of Magical Transportation?” Draco’s eyes lit up. “The Dragon-tamer?” Now that particular Weasley could be fun.

“No. It’s Harry,” Hermione said, the name exploding out of her in a rush.

Draco blinked, stunned into silence.

“Harry,” he said, after he recovered his faculties. “You want me to break up Harry and the Weaselette?!“

One Night at the Leaky by birdsofshore

Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.

This is the very first Drarry fic I read, while trying to research dares for a seungchuchu fic I was writing at the time and it is the fic that made me ship Drarry and it will always hold a special place in my heart.

Ligabus Filium by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley)

It should be careful, deliberate, but it isn’t. Like every other part of their relationship, it happens gradually and then all at once, before they even realize it. And when the little blue threads bind them together, there’s no going back.

The Printed Press by Soupy_George

Draco Malfoy was still slightly amazed that he was standing on the doorstep of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He never would have thought that Harry Potter’s very public and very … sweary, emotional explosion would have led to him offering Draco, of all people, a job.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl

Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl

Reparations by Saras_Girl

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

Foundations by Saras_Girl

When one door closes, another one opens – with a bit of a push. Life, love, and complications. [sequel to Reparations]

So this was included in my healer!Harry rec list but this series is just so good also it has way too many fics in the series for me to link to all of them but once you read the two main fics there’s no way you’re not gonna wanna read the one-shots that come with the series as well.

Are You Mine? by gracerene

A trilogy of fics set in an Epilogue-Compliant Harry Potter ‘Verse, with various accompanying time-stamps and one-shots. Fics are in chronological order.

Not Just When You Want to Be by gracerene

A little over a year after the end of the war, fate seems intent on pushing Harry and Draco together. Staying together is a different matter entirely.

What I’m Waiting to Find by gracerene

James has devoted the past two years to being the best damn Chaser that Puddlemere United has ever seen…and to getting over his teenage crush on Teddy. But when Teddy comes back to England after a long stint abroad, James’s resolve to move on is put to the test.

All of the Time by gracerene

Twenty-five years later, Harry and Draco find their way back to one another.

I read this one fairly recently as well and this is definitely one of my all-time favorite series, the first and third fics are Drarry and the second is Jeddy. I honestly love this so much that I lowkey want to go find @gracerene09 down and thank her for writing such an amazing series. Oh fair warning though, the first fic made me ugly cry and opened a wound that only the third fic could heal so you know, prepare yourself. There are also accompanying oneshots that are also v amazing!

This Must Be the Place by aibidil

When your dad is Harry Potter, your face shows up in Teen Witch, your social media videos go viral, and sometimes your life depends on pretending to date your metamorph godbrother, whom you’ve been over for years, thank you very much. Or, the one where James and Teddy do animal yoga and risqué karaoke and their families could do with seeing fewer videos of them snogging.

I’m a sucker of the fake relationship trope and @aibidil wrote this sooo beautifully

The Hidden Side by gracerene

Twenty years ago today, James Sirius Potter was born into this world. Four years, two months, and six days later, somebody took him.

Oh god this, THIS Auror!Teddy is one of my favorite Teddy’s. Also super intriguing plot and still quite a few unexpected twists even though the biggest revelation you guess/know pretty early on. Oh and background drarry!