#idk why i wrote this like a blurb I'm sorry

[perrywrites]

Aaaaahhhhhh!!!! Your writings are so good! Can I ask for Ness, Kunigami, and Nagi to fill out the roster for the “mumbling ‘i want you inside me’” blurbs you got going on? If you’re not too busy of course! Idk which characters exactly you write for tho so it’s cool if you forego Ness or smth

YES, I was already writing Shidou, so I wrote Nagi and Kunigami with him as well. The cutie Ness will have to wait his turn (if there is one, I'll see if I'm inspired) 😞😞😞 BUT ALSO, having Kunigami and Shidou on one list feels illegal and wrong ngl LOLOL, thank you so much for liking my writing 🥺🥺🥺

Absentmindedly murmuring that you want him inside of you during practice part 4;

NSFW 

Includes; Nagi, Kunigami, Shidou

Part 1 (Isagi, Hiori, Bachira) and part 2 (Chigiri, Reo) and part 3 (Barou, Kaiser) and part 5 (Sae, Rin, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya)

Nagi: he only knows you’re here when Reo elbows him, telling him that you’re here, except this time Reo is snickering in a way that confuses him. Why is he laughing? What’s so funny about you being here? Nevertheless, unanswered questions fading away in his head, he turns to see you across the field, and he waves at you - but there’s something weird about you. Although you wave back, like you would usually do, it’s not an energetic kind of wave. It’s more lethargic, hand barely raised, and something about you seems like you’re not really there. Right now you kind of seem like the zombies he shoots in his games. Concerned and confused, he blinks at your weird behaviour, but he saves it until his break. The moment he gets his chance, he’s making his way over to you, but the closer he gets to you, the more… confused he starts to feel; your state doesn’t seem as similar to a zombie’s as he initially thought. You’re certainly seeing him, that’s for sure, but your eyes are weird. They’re all opaque and dazed, as if you’re delirious from a fever of sorts. He doesn’t know why, but something about your glassy eyes makes him antsy. “... You there?” And it’s when your dreamy smile widens, your head tilting, that he realizes even before the words leave your mouth exactly what is up with you. Ah, so that’s it. You need him right now. That’s what those eyes are for, yes, he remembers. That’s how you look up at him sometimes when he’s trying to get you into bed. Except, you’ve never said the kind of thing you just said, and those sultry words send heat straight down to his cock. Something in that breathy tone of yours tugs at his heart and he becomes restless. What are you doing to him? He shifts on his feet slightly. You can’t do this to him right now. Not right now. Don’t look at him like that right now, it’s making him think of you in a way that’s going to make going back to practice really hard - pun intended. The only kind of thoughts that are sitting in his head now are all images of him making you cry on his cock, using that pussy of yours until you pass out, pounding away until your voice is ruined. And, ah, shit, well. He can no longer deny himself, it’s too hard to resist this urge and go back to practice. So when Reo comes to tell him that practice is about to start, all he mutters is a quiet “sorry Reo” before he grabs you by the arm and drags you off somewhere. You’re the one that started this, you can take responsibility by letting him go as many times as he wants, right? 

Shidou: the moment he catches that hazy gaze of yours, he’s busting his ass laughing right on the field, yelling to his teammates something about how he’s eager to score even harder with his girl looking all cute for him. Rin is the one that tells him to shut up - both of them somehow seem destined to stick together, joining the same exact league, both bemoaning their misfortune. All Shidou does is almost start a fight, taunting Rin back in response, telling him that if he’s so jealous he should stop being loveless and go get with someone already so he can hop off of Shidou’s dick already. Of course, the rest of their teammates and coach have to get involved to calm both of their asses down, and so there’s an unplanned break. Immediately, first things first, he heads over to you, all amused, noting how you’re still looking at him like that, all lovesick and yearning. Shit, damn, you’re gonna make him catch a public indecency case. “Shit sweetheart, you’re looking like you want to milk my cock, huh? Want me to bust my load inside of you or something?” Turns out, that’s exactly what you wanted, because you say that - say that you want him inside of you. Well then, he didn’t expect that - usually in the face of his desire (for you, you, only you), you had a tendency to be a bit more shy. That was nice, getting to tease you and watch you get flustered, then have you make all of those lewd sounds and faces for him - but… There was something about you being all bold and blunt like this about wanting him to fuck you that got his blood pumping. It made him want to go the extra mile in fucking you - even though he already always goes full out when fucking you -  try out new positions and breed you in each and every single one, shoot his burning hot cum right into your womb as he holds you down and your perfect pussy flutters around his cock again and again. He won’t even take his cock out this time, leave it in until he gets hard enough to fuck you again and again and again - he’ll give it all to you, he’ll get you fucking pregnant, fuck his cum into you until he’s sure of conception, shit. You want that, don’t you? Just the same as him, yeah? Of course you do, you’re just as much of a fucking pervert as him. So within a moment of you saying something that hot, he has already made the decision of pumping his seed into you right then and there. That’s why he immediately picks you up, throwing you onto his shoulder and you yelp - confused and disoriented as he starts carrying you off, warning everyone to not enter the showers for the next hour or so unless they want to hear him giving it to you good. Rin scoffs from the side, glaring, saying something about practice, but Shidou laughs, having none of it. “Fuck off virgin eyelashes, impregnating my girl takes priority~” You hear Rin muttering something about him not being a virgin beneath his breath, but that’s no longer your concern. You’ve lent fuel to a forest fire and now it’s going to burn through the whole country, don’t think you can walk after how hard he fucks you. After all, Shidou Ryusei loves invitations, especially if it’s the kind you give. Although, your biggest concern soon will definitely be how you’re going to face the rest of his teammates after they inevitably hear all those raunchy sounds you’re 100% sure Shidou will make sure you’re unable to suppress...

Kunigami: although he’s not exactly an oblivious guy, he’s not exactly the most conscious guy either when it comes to this kind of stuff. He never really knew when a girl crushed on him or swooned over his gentlemanly behaviour up until he got a confession. That still holds true even now, but you’re not exactly ever ‘subtle’ - case in point, those very obvious bedroom eyes you’re giving him at the moment. He feels his ears burn, face warm - not because of physical exertion - as he tries to ignore your eyes absolutely burning through his back. Why are you looking at him like that right now? Are you even aware of the kind of dreamy expression you’re making? You don’t seem like it. God, you’re distracting him, completely. The things he’d do to be alone with you right now - goddammit, he feels like a pervert now. When his break arrives and he goes over to you, the fervent blush only deepens - you’re still looking at him like you want him to claim you, eyes all hooded and dazed, pouty lips parted open. “Hey…” He curses himself for his awkwardness even with his own girlfriend, keeping his eyes averted from you as he rubs the back of his neck. “… You good?” Is that all he can say? Really? Wow, great going Kunigami, what a great job. But before he can berate himself any further for his awkwardness - he’s always a little shy when it comes to the more intimate side of your relationship - you say something that has him sputtering, eyes wide as he looks at you. Did you - did you really just say that? The way your lips twitch up into a small smile is enough of a confirmation, and he feels his heart beat intensely beneath his broad ribcage. How do you - how do you just… say things like that. “You… You sure do love to tease me, huh…?” And then he falls silent, shifting on his leg as you giggle lightly at his words, the sound of your voice making him shiver slightly now. Do you even know what you do to him? How you make him want to push your legs up right into your chest and just pound away? Fuck you into the bed as you cry out his name? Claim you, over and over again, make you sore and exhausted as he uses your body until you’re full of his cum. Fuck, god. He should be thinking of kicking balls right now, scoring goals, but instead his head grows empty and blood rushes down to the wrong head. Why are you like this? Why do you do this to him? He curses beneath his breath, willing the wrong head to go back to sleep, and he catches you staring at the bulge all yearningly and - ah fuck, he can’t play like this. He grabs your hand and pulls you up. You’re coming with him and helping him deal with the ‘problem’ you caused, okay? Hopefully he can get a quick round in before the break finishes, or well, if he can’t… He might as well fuck you for as long as he pleases.

Also I finally realized there's a character limit per block thingy LMFAO, I couldn't figure out what was the problem the last two times and just did 2 characters I'm such an idiot 😭😭😭

[mixtapedoh]

ahh idk if you’re still doing the concept moodboards but if you still are, may i request junhui + fake relationship or secretly dating au? thank uuu <3

olive notes: hi jen! i am still doing the moodboards ♡. also, yesterday i saw that the fic i wrote for you didn't post but went to my drafts instead??? genuinely, wtf, i'm so sorry that happened, and i'm going to post it tomorrow 😭😭😭.

⋰˚☆ wen junhui x secret dating! au . . .

"if your advice is to be so trusted, why aren't you in a relationship, jun?"

a sigh. immediately followed by a snort from you and inspired laughter from shua, who was never one to be afraid at finding enjoyment in his own jokes, of course, but a sigh all the same and a roll of his eyes. shua was asking for his opinion, was he not?

"yeah, junnie" — and your eyes sparkled with something infectious, like to coax a grin out of anyone you hoped to conspire with, barring, of course, someone with a willpower as strong as him — "why aren't you in a relationship?"

the man in question nudged you playfully and you leaned into the sway, silent laughter still coloring your breathing, fading and impressionistic, inspiring anyone with a desire for more.

"first i'd have to get rid of you. scaring everyone off."

and the conversation drifted from there. eventually, you all finished your meals and played the game of 'i've got the bill!' 'no; i'll pay." 'really, i owe you from last time.' and once you were all sufficiently fed and satisfied with your dance of politeness, you parted ways — joshua had to go help jeonghan with something or another, and you were easy to make an excuse of needing to run some errands. jun offered to accompany you, shua left with advice and more than enough mirth to fill his week, and that was seemingly the end of your little lunch date get-together.

it was when shua was confirmed gone that the true teasing begun.

"poor little junnie; all this affection, but no one to spoil."

"poor little (n/n), with all this teasing, but no one endeared enough to receive it."

you scoffed, and jun pulled you to the inside of the sidewalk, his fingers lacing with yours. you brought your intertwined hands to your lips to kiss them, and the two of you kept walking, indeed stopping at the supermarket like you'd told shua you would.

there was no real reason, truly, why you had jun had been dating for the last 4 months but hiding it from everyone else. just a 'why not?' sentiment that filled the both of you with giddy laughter — a silly secret that gave you an inexplicable rush. because kissing jun for the first time in the middle of his living room had been so addicting, and then immediately having to play it off afterward, when woozi walked in, oblivious to the encounter that had taken place while he was in the kitchen, had been even more exciting.

and then playing off the teasing that hoshi always entertained, trying to thoroughly convince the ever watching eyes of hao... it was a simple thrill, a cheap enjoyment. seungkwan had almost been the unfortunate friend to stumble upon your clandestine love-affair more than once, and the way that jun stumbled over the awkwardness of being near-caught would never fail to be wholly adorable and a silly kind of charming that made these first experiences between you all the more entertaining. why not? you already had your cake, why not indulge in the feeling and eat it, too?

and jun was so lenient with your every desire, in no small part due to the fact that he enjoyed the exhilaration of it, too.

after all — he thought as he came up behind you to grab a package of ramyeon off the shelf and, sticking it in the basket you held, rested his chin on your shoulder only to receive a peck on the cheek from you, absent minded, but offhandedly pulled from the deep well of where your affection for him resided — having a secret with you was all he'd wanted for longer than you could possibly know.

send me an idol + a concept & i’ll give you a little moodboard & blurb

[quintinh43]

Hi🤍 so I was the one who asked about writing, so here is a little blurb I did and would love your feedback on it 🫶🏻🤍

Jack Hughes wasn’t one to be a jealous person, but when it came to y/n that all changed. He knew she would never do anything to hurt him, but when he seen her ordering another drink from the bar and a guy came up to her and smiled and they had small talk and whatever he said made her laugh , Jack immediately became swarmed with jealousy. He made it to the bar in three quick strides and wrapped his arms around y/n and started kissing on her neck. He whispers in her ear “meet me in the bathroom now”. Y/n was so confused and didn’t understand what had happened and why Jacks demeanor changed, so she got up and went to the bathroom and when she got in there Jack immediately pushed her against the wall and locked the door and placed his lips on hers. Y/n was taken aback and didn’t know what was going on, but before she could ask Jack he starts kissing down her jaw, then to her neck and says “you are mine and I’m going to show you” and continued kissing down her body. Once he gets to his knees he lifts her legs on his shoulders and kisses her covered core and says “this pussy is mine” and he pulls her Lacey thong to the side and starts devouring her. Y/n lets out a scream and grips on to jacks hair because she was not expecting it. He continues he’s assault on her pussy until she’s a shaking mess and cumming undone on his tongue. He stands up and begins to pull down his pants and picks y/n up and puts her against the wall and without warning slams his cock into her bottoming out resulting in y/n screaming so loud at this point she was convinced anyone could hear her . Jack wastes no time and pounds into her with hard and brutal thrust. Y/ns eyes are rolling into the back of her head and she’s gripping onto jacks shoulders for life. One particular thrust hits her g spot and the moans and screams she lets out makes Jack smirk and continuing to pound into her at a rough pace. Y/n starts to clench around jacks cock and he says “cum for me baby, be the good girl you are and make a mess on my cock” and with those words y/n cums so hard seeing stars. Jack doesn’t let up on his pounding into her and she tells him” j-jack s-slow down” but he doesn’t listen and continues fucking her hard and rough. Y/n feels another orgasm coming and cums once again triggering Jacks release and he fills y/n up pumping her full of his cum. When they both come down from their highs Jack says “ you are mine, no other guy should be looking at you”

Hi!!

Sorry I took a bit to respond, life started life-ing.

Anyways, firstly, thank you for sharing. I know sharing your writing can be daunting it means a lot that you would trust me with giving you feedback. So thank you 🫶🏼

As for the blurb, straight up I'm ngl I suck at writing smut, so Idk how valuable my feedback will be. But I'll try my best!

Anyway, I think it's really good! There are a few things I would change in terms of wording. For example, where you wrote "Jack immediately because swarmed with jealousy," I would probably re-write it, so instead of telling the readers what he'd feeling, you pretend the emotions themselves!

So if it were me, I'd probably re write it to something like "something possessive bubbled in Jack's chest. His knuckles drained of color as he gripped his glass tightly."

Something like that! That way it allows you to picture more details amd stuff!

Again, I'm so honored that you trusted me with your writing, and I hope I've helped you at least a little 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[allisluv]

Omgggg I'm so happy you got to 400 followers!! You deserve it sm honey (was that weird? I have started calling ppl honey lately idk why help-) you worked hard for it and I hope your ok both mentally and physically!!

I saw in your guide that you won't wrote about things like this but I don't know if you meant between reader and character or just those themes (sa typa) in general so TW to the text between the ❗emojis and I'm so sorry if I trigger you I'm so sorry

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My anon emoji is literally a guitar so ofc I'm gonna ask for a 🎧 with finnick comforting reader when she has problems with her father with the lyric "Someone who loves you wouldn't do this"from Conan gray family line as I interpret it being a message to people who are not sure about their abuse that what happened is wrong, with the lyric being in () in the song and it's like not directly (idk if you get me) but yeah, with her father making her uncomfortable with harassing her and touching her inappropriately (you can choose something else if you're not comfortable if it's triggering for you, I'm sorry) and her trying to convince herself that what happened is not a big deal and to make herself think that he didn't mean bad and finnick making her realize that what happened was wrong. Again if you're not comfortable with this you can choose some other problem and no pressure at all

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Ok so if you're not comfortable with gthis can you make a 🐬 with Annie and reader going to get tattoos together and making out in a room with posters?? I'm sorry for asking two I mean it if you won't do for the first one sorry if I'm annoying and if this us so long

Congrats on 400 again and I just love you girl you're one of the nicest ppl here💗💗

-🎸

hi nonnie! thank you so much for your kind words and your support, it means a lot! i'm willing to write both of these blurbs, however i will in no way go into detail about the trauma as that's just something that would take a toll on my mental health. i'll find a way to write it, it just might take some time and it will only be briefly touched on. itll mainly be centred on the comfort and realising that what happened was not okay.

if you need anyone to talk to at all, and this invitation extends to everyone, my dm's are always open. i'm not saying i'll always know what to say to make it better, but if you just need to vent, i'm here <3

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #49

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

This is from the unfinished next chapter of The Ghost of Smokey Joe.

He hadn’t even reached her before she burst into tears and flung her arms around him. “They fired me!” 

“YES!” Marinette blurted, without thinking. Truly, the lack of sleep was really getting to her. 

Alya looked at her, hurt. “What?” 

“I’m so so sorry!” Marinette rushed to console her. “No, sorry, I shouldn’t have cheered. I’m sorry you lost your job. I know you were really starting to enjoy your work there.” 

“What happened?” Nino asked, rubbing her arms. 

Alya sniffled and went to the tissue box. “Ugh, someone didn’t like one of the articles I wrote and complained to my boss. This person is very powerful, and so I was let go.” 

“Oh Al,” Nino comforted. “You knew that was a risk when you started for Newsweek.” 

“I know, and everyone was really apologetic about it, but…ugh! I hate it!” 

“Who complained?”

“No idea. Sounded like a politician though. With elections going on, it doesn’t take much for ego to get crushed.” She dabbed her eyes. “They still like me over there and said once things calm down, they might reach back out to hire me again.” 

Marinette sighed in disappointment. 

“What’s your problem?” Alya snapped. 

“Ugh, me and my big mouth.” Marinette shook her head. “Look, I’m not happy at you losing your job, I promise. But…I came over here to gripe about another assistant quitting on me. And when you said you got fired…” 

“Oh.” Alya considered this for a moment. “You…want me to be your assistant? Really? But I have very little experience in the field.” 

“Your role is less about designing, and more secretarial.”

“Gross.” 

“But it pays more than you were making, by a little less than double.” 

Alya screwed up her lips. “I suppose…it would be a good, safe alternative until I hear back from Newsweek…tell me more.” 

Happily, Marinette sat on the couch next to her. “Okay, okay, so most of the work is in communication with the different departments. Some excel, some Dropbox.” 

“Gross.” 

“But that’s only like…40% of the job. The other 60 is what you, Alya, are suited for.” 

“Oh?” 

“Is that why you keep losing assistants?” Nino joked. 

“….yes.” 

“Wait what really?!” 

“Mar, if you are asking me to put my life in danger, I’m going to have to politely decline…or ask for a higher salary.” 

“No one has been hurt yet!” 

“Not making a better case…” 

“No no, I mean—“ why was she bothering to beat around the bush? “The manor is haunted.” 

Alya and Nino fell silent. 

“I’m listening.” 

“There’s been a few incidents. People see things and hear things. Especially when I’m not there.” 

“Okay…what do you want me to do about it? I’m not a ghost expert.” 

“I think…it’s Adrien.” 

Alya’s shoulders sank as Nino let out a sad gasp.

[sprnklersplashes]

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nick and charlie's guide to fake dating:

charlie is a shy nerd who has the academic record to become head boy, but needs to be popular to win the student vote. nick is the popular rugby lad who wants to prove to his friends that being bi is a real thing and he's not just doing it for attention.

both have something the other needs and neither one is looking for a relationship.... so fake dating seems like the perfect solution.

inspired by the book 'hani and ishu's guide to fake dating'.

[eyesthatroll]

how many drinks? | luke hughes

pairing; lh43 x fem!reader

warnings(s); none really, fluff? lowercase intended, not edited. also written in like 15 minutes so kinda bad (might rewrite/re-edit it at a later date idk)

word count; 0.6k (blurb!)

summary; luke approaches reader at wedding reception

"do you want to dance?" you lift your gaze from the game of candy crush that you were currently enthralled in.

a tall brunette is staring back at you. he looks down at you expectantly, rolling on the heels of his feet. "do i know you?"

the boys cheeks tinge pink, and he runs a hand through his slightly curly hair before speaking again. "n-no, i just, i don't know. you look bored."

his awkwardness brings a smile to your face. you ponder his offer for a moment, the song 'skin' by dijon playing through the speakers.

the dance floor had a few couples on it, the other guests scattered around the room, eating cake or loitering near the bar.

you flip your phone screen side down, and chug the rest of your drink. "sure pretty boy, let's dance."

you lift your hand up, and he take it in his, easily pulling you out of your chair. he leads you to a small corner of the dance floor.

your arms rest on his shoulders, hands crossed behind his neck. his hands finding home on the small of your back.

"i never got your name." you state, the two of you swaying softly.

"luke." he answers sheepishly, seemingly embarrassed that he hadn't already told you his name.

"so, which side are you here for, luke?" you asked, your fingers beginning to absentmindedly play with the hair that coiled at the nape of his neck.

"oh, um, the groom. he's on my team."

you brows raised in confusion. "i didn't know you were a player for the devils, not sure i've seen you on the ice. though, i've only watched maybe a few games so i could be completely wrong"

"i haven't-well not yet, at least. i just signed my contract a few weeks ago." he says.

"that's exciting," you begin. "leaving college, i presume?" you're not sure if your questions are too personal, but luke makes no moves to ward them off.

luke gives you a bittersweet, close lipped smile. "yeah."

"that's got to be hard, leaving your friends?"

he tilts his head, thinking a moment. "i mean, yeah, but i'll still see them. plus, i have jacky, and the rest of team-they've been pretty nice and welcoming."

you nod in understanding. "so jacky, she your girlfriend?"

" oh god no!" luke sputters, his cheeks painted crimson again. "that's my brother-jack. he plays for the devils, too."

your eyes widen, and you kick yourself internally for your assumption. why would he of asked you to dance if he was in a relationship?

" 'm sorry, i shouldn't have assumed." you apologize, shaking your head slightly to yourself.

"no, it's all good! i'm single, by the way."

"professional hockey player gets no bitches?" you tease, feeling more comfortable with him by the moment.

he lets out a breathy laugh, his hands tightening around your waist. "i think i do okay with..the ladies." he trails off.

you mouth an 'okay', and dramatically nod your head.

"just looking for the right girl, i guess." he finishes.

"that's understandable." you agree.

"and you?"

"looking for the right girl?"

you laugh at your own joke.

"no-no, i mean, beautiful girl like yourself must have..suitors."

luke's face contorts into one reminiscent of pain.

you followed suit, cringing at his choice of words. "suitors?"

you laugh at him shamelessly, a big bellied laugh that draws attention to the two of you on the floor, not that either of you noticed, too engrossed in your own world.

luke pulls you closer to him, burying his head in your shoulder. "stop laughing."

—

mari speaks! again, like mentioned in the preface, wrote this super quickly so not edited/kinda bad but i might re-do it or make a part 2 idk. also, luke’s playing in his first playoff game tmro so make sure to wish babyboy some luck <3

[wwinterwitch]

questions — joel miller x fem!reader

summary: after a night at the bar, joel walks you home and you finally confess what has been on your mind since the night everything fell apart pairing: joel miller x fem!reader word count: 3.9k warnings and tags: doesn't really follow canon but sill minor spoilers for ep. 6 i guess?, angst with a good ending, alcohol consumption, reader is drunk, joel being joel, miscommunication, sharing feelings go wrong, i'm not used to write angsty fics i'm sorry if this sucks author's note: omg omg happy finale day!! i wrote this listening to question...? by taylor swift so that's what inspired this concept, also this was supposed to be a tiny little blurb idk how we got to almost 4k words but okay i guess

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Before tonight you were fine.

You barely even thought about him in that way. You barely remember the way his skin feels against yours, or the way a simple kiss from him would leave you begging for more. It was like all those nights you two would stay up talking about whatever, his arms around you and your back pressed against his chest, never existed.

Training your heart not to long for him and your brain to keep him out of your thoughts was no easy job at first. It was almost impossible for your body not to want him close. Not being able to talk to him about whatever was on your mind and knowing he no longer will reach out to share even his most profound secrets was absolute torture. Walking next to him all day without being able to reach out for his hand or stop for a quick second just to hold him close to you was a living nightmare that you couldn't wake up from.

Because how could he be so easy to forget? Joel Miller. The first and only person you've fallen in love with. That special someone that opened up a door to a whole new world that you never realized you were dying to discover until he was standing in front of you, his extended hand being an open invitation to walk all these unfamiliar roads and witness the beauty of it all together.

It was new and scary and beautiful. You were addicted to loving him before you even realized exactly what it was. From the moment you were able to put a name to this new feeling he taught you, you vowed to be his for as long as he'll have you- but what a shame it was to realize that the ending to a seemingly long story was already written at the very back of the page.

Perhaps your love blinded you enough to believe he had fallen just as hard, only to realize he was still standing at the edge of the precipice, staring down as you fell into the darkness of the abyss. Perhaps it's the fact that death is all around that makes it impossible for anything to be born. Why would you be able to live a fairytale in the middle of a horror show? What could possibly make you so special?

At least he doesn't seem to be affected by the fact that you two drifted apart. It's not like he's the best at sharing his feelings to other people, his ever-frowning gaze always present in his face no matter the circumstance, but you were still hoping that maybe he cared enough to show you he's hurting even just a little bit.

That should be comforting, right? To know he's perfectly fine and that you never cross his mind in that way. He doesn't have the need to apologize or make it right. He doesn't regret what happened and it never plays back in his head as he curses at himself for not doing things differently. You and your...relationship? are that easy to forget.

No. It's not comforting at all. If anything, it makes everything worse.

You can still remember the night you told him you loved him. A moment in your painfully short history together that you wish you could erase. A disappointing ending to what could've been an absolute masterpiece.

Ellie was already asleep and the two of you were keeping watch. He insisted you should get some sleep but you wanted to stay with him. He wasn't a fan of showing you any type of affection since Ellie joined the two of you, so the nights are the only chance you have to be closer. It was like the moon and stars were your best of friends at that point, because they meant he could finally be yours.

The confession slipped from your lips in a quiet whisper. A simple and timid "I think I'm falling in love with you" was all you offered. It's not hard to remember the way your hands would slightly tremble, or the rapid beating of your heart. It's as unforgettable as the confidence you were feeling because despite being so nervous, you were certain that he'll say it back.

He never did. He didn't say it back that night, or the morning after, or any other morning that followed.

It was embarrassing to look back on it now that you know what happened next. You were snuggled up next to him, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders. His eyes were fixated on the fireplace that helped to make the chilling air of the night a little more tolerable.

Staring at his handsome complexion without his permission was probably one of your favorite things to do. He had confided in you a couple of times that he couldn't understand why you enjoy it so much. That he's not this breathtaking sight that deserves to be contemplated in the way you do.

Truth is, he's the most hypnotizing sight of all. You didn't care about the roughness of his features or the years visible in the corner of his eyes, hair and beard. He's gorgeous and unique and yours. You could stare at him for hours and never get tired of it.

Like many times before, he caught you staring at him. And just like those times before, he made a gesture that should tell you he disliked that habit of yours, only to be betrayed by the smirk timidly forming on his lips not so long after.

It was then, with his eyes staring back at yours, that the verbal proclamation of your love for him invaded the quietness of the night.

And that's when his smirk magically disappeared. His eyes became dark with something you couldn't quite decipher at the time, still staring back at you but not really. It was clear he wasn't there with you anymore, too lost in his own thoughts to truly acknowledge your presence anymore.

Before you could even think of saying something else, he surprised you with an almost robotic "I think you should get some sleep".

Feeling more heartbroken and confused than ever, you did exactly that. You got up and joined Ellie, cuddling up in your sleeping bag with your back facing him. It's still a mystery to you how you were able to cry yourself to sleep that night without making a sound. How you were able to control the hurricane of emotions after telling the love of your life how you feel and him not caring about it in the slightest.

And suddenly, being in love was still new and scary but it had turned into something horrible.

You had to spend every second of every day with him after that, pretending nothing ever happened. He never brought it up either, so you decided to ignore it to avoid making a fool of yourself again. His reaction was enough to let you know he never really loved you, so you ran with it and tried to continue knowing whatever you two had or could have was no more.

But it was still difficult at times. Ellie kept asking you questions regarding you and Joel even weeks after the incident. She's not stupid. She could see you two weren't exactly friends, no matter how hard Joel tried to convince her otherwise. She's also not someone who settles for made up excuses or half truths, which made her push the subject until she got a good enough answer. That's why she continued coming to you for answers, because she knew he'll never talk about it.

It was only when you explicitly confirmed you two weren't just friends before quickly telling her it was completely over that she eventually let it be. After that, she also started to pretend nothing happened.

Jackson became pretty much the light at the end of a pitch back tunnel you thought was never-ending. You were excited to meet new people and have new things to do during the day, knowing it'll help to keep you busy, forcing Joel out of your head.

It was so exciting in fact, that it helped to make it seem as if the quick "she's the one I've been traveling with" that Joel used to introduce you to his brother wasn't that terrible.

Tommy, who much to your luck was nothing like his big brother, made sure to show you around and introduce you to a few people. He got you a house so you and Ellie could settle in and helped you find a job at the local library, officially starting your new life that didn't revolve around Joel.

In time, you found your place in the commune (as you and Ellie love to call it to tease Tommy). Joel was slowly becoming just a bad chapter in a much bigger story that you started to write for yourself, and you're loving the new plot that's unfolding across the blank pages.

However, all of that progress came crashing down tonight. Tommy's birthday was being celebrated at the local bar and there was no way you would ever miss it. Not only has he become a very good friend, but you also needed the distraction.

The familiar faces, the food and drinks made you forget about Joel's presence for most of the night and you barely made the effort to acknowledge his presence. Without being able to prevent it, your eyes accidentally met for a few seconds. It was almost sickening that everything about that half-a-second-look was so much like a movie. You were laughing at something a friend had said before you finished your third drink of the night, casually scanning the room to catch Joel already looking your way.

He smiled and you barely smiled back before focusing on the conversation with your friends again as if nothing happened. The alcohol might have motivated you enough to just not care anymore. To show him you really couldn't care any less to try to be nice after he was such an asshole when you were completely vulnerable before him.

The idea of not caring seemed tempting. Thinking the alcohol was helping, you continued drinking until you forgot about pretty much everything- which didn't take that long considering your alcohol resistance wasn't that good after a long time without drinking. You don't care about Joel, or the hours passing by, or the fact that you're probably making a complete fool of yourself giggling and dancing with a few friends that are probably as drunk as you are, if not more.

All the hype from being intoxicated started to wear off after a while, becoming more and more sleepy until you were practically dragging your feet towards the exit, putting on your coat and hat to prepare for the cold night outside.

"Looks like you had a good time," you hear Tommy comment in a mocking tone, sending a sympathetic smile your way.

"I did! Thanks for inviting me. And happy birthday to you again!" you exclaim cheerfully. "I hope I didn't make a fool of myself tonight."

"Oh, you definitely did," he mocked, chuckling lightly. "But hey, those dance moves you were pulling off back there? Best birthday gift I'll ever receive."

You looked positively embarrassed after his comment, but managed to laugh it off. "I guess that's good."

"It is," he immediately reassures you. "Let's get you home now, okay?"

"Oh, you don't have to go with me. You can't leave your own birthday party. It's okay, I got it."

"I want to make sure you get home safe. It's fine."

"Tommy, please. You should stay and have fun."

"I won't have fun if I'm worrying about you all night."

"I can take her," you suddenly hear Joel's voice behind you, which immediately made you roll your eyes because you really didn't want him around. He noticed the gesture but didn't seem to care about it in the slightest, putting on his jacket. "I was heading out anyway."

Tommy couldn't have known you really didn't want to be around his older brother, completely unaware of your history with him. Perhaps if you told him, he'll insist on going with you or find someone else that could walk you home. But you never told him what happened, so you're stuck with Joel. "Okay, great. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Thank you for coming," he says, allowing the two of you to leave.

The first few minutes outside in the snow have got to be the most awkward minutes of your entire life.

You tried not to stumble despite still being a bit drunk, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him. You're mad that he's here with you and you can't stand being alone with him.

"Did you have fun tonight?"

Oh, and of course he had to open his mouth. Because when has Joel ever done what you want him to do? It seems like he'll always do exactly the opposite of what you expect from him.

"Yes," was all you said.

"Just yes?" he tried again.

"Yes."

You heard him sigh. "So, no talking?"

"I'd really like that, actually."

The tone of your voice would've been enough to make him shut up for the entire walk. Even he seemed to be a little taken aback by the honesty of your answer because you could feel him staring at you for longer than usual before he focused on his boots as they left marks on the snow.

He didn't ask what was wrong because deep down he must've known. He can't not know. And in that drunken state you allowed yourself to be pity as you wished that he thinks about it every single day. That it tortures him. That he despises himself for breaking your heart and not doing something to make it right. That he looks back on it and hopes that he could go back.

But does he? Does he actually think about it every single day? Does he regret what happened? And if he does, why is he not trying to say he's sorry? Does he even want to say something at all?

It was almost as if the alcohol betrayed you. Or maybe it was your head that just allowed every barrier you have built these past few weeks to crumble down. Not caring turned into caring way too much and it was like you couldn't stop thinking about a hundred questions without being able to find a single answer to any of them.

Joel turns to look at you once again when he notices you stopped walking. Your head is spinning as more and more questions fill up your mind and you get frustrated because you know there's only one person who has all the answers.

Should you say something? Should you make a fool of yourself once again? It shouldn't be you. Why is he not doing something? How come you're the one who has to speak up about this? It's not fair.

But it was late, cold and you were just so drunk. And you know that no matter how much you try to move on, you'll never be truly okay until you hear an explanation as to why he broke your heart in such a vicious way. Even if he lies or tries to sugarcoat it, you deserve even the tiniest of explanations.

"Is everything okay?" he eventually asks, which only frustrates you more.

"Do you ever think about that night?" you let out almost immediately after, feeling the way your heart was beating faster than ever. As fast as the time you confessed your love for him.

He was quiet, so you decided to continue. "Do you ever wish you could go back and change the way it ended? Does...does it ever cross your mind or you seriously don't care?"

After those questions, Joel seemed to finally react. "Are we seriously doing this now?"

"If not now, when? You were clearly not going to say anything," you accused him, leaving him completely defenseless because he was very much avoiding ever bringing this up and you just called him out on it. "I just need to know why, Joel."

"I don't- let's get you home, okay?"

"Stop doing that! Stop trying to avoid this!" you exclaimed with obvious exasperation, feeling the corner of your eyes burning due to the tears that would surely roll down your cheeks at any point. "I was in love with you and you weren't decent enough to at least tell me you didn't feel the same way! Don't you think I deserved at least that?"

"We can talk about this tomorrow..."

"No, fuck that. I waited long enough," you quickly interrupted. "I was so patient with you. I gave you your space when you said you weren't sure about us, I respected your decision of being discreet in front of Ellie, I stood up for you countless of times when I shouldn't have. I did so much for you and you can't even look me in the eye and give me an explanation!"

"It's not-"

"You've got to be the biggest asshole I've ever met. And you know what's the worst part of this? That I'm still expecting shit from you. I still hope that you'll say you're sorry for breaking my heart and acting like you never did something wrong. I'm so fucking stupid to believe that you actually-"

"I was afraid!" he practically shouted, hoping that would stop your rambling. It seemed to work, because you were silent as soon as he said that. "There. Are you happy?"

"Don't put this on me," you immediately snap back.

Joel sighs yet again and takes a second to calm down, knowing that if he gets defensive this will end much worse. It's time to accept he fucked up and stop trying to act like he didn't.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. "For this and for what I said that night. I should've been honest with you."

Now it was you the one who was silent, taken aback by his reaction. Usually, he'll try to come on top by creating any type of argument until he's able to get the last word. An actual apology was definitely not something you were expecting.

"I don't like people. I keep my distance and everyone else stay away from me in return. I like distance," he explains. "But then you came along and it was impossible to stay away. No matter how hard I tried, I'd always come back to you. I started to need you and it was scary because I should be keeping my distance."

Silence. Absolute silence. You were surprised to hear him being so honest with you, but you were also feeling a bit nostalgic because deep down you missed being the person Joel would go to when he needed someone to talk to. Even when it was difficult for him to open up, he always tried his best to rely on you whenever he needed it. Needless to say, it made you feel very special.

"When you said you loved me I didn't know what to do. It felt so...definitive. Because I knew that deep down I was falling for you too and if I said something that'd mean I'd never be able to let you go. And it was so scary to think of giving in to that feeling because...because I couldn't allow myself to care again."

You knew exactly what he meant by that. His daughter is not a topic he particularly enjoys bringing up, but you've heard a few things about her. And honestly, you couldn't really blame him for being scared. Despite all these years, losing his kid in the way he did has got to be the worst pain he'll ever experience. Of course he'll want to run away in the opposite direction when he starts seeing the similarities.

It doesn't excuse the fact that he avoided you, but you would never pretend like his feelings weren't valid.

He was scared of loving you because with love comes the inevitable attachment to that person forever. You care so deeply, the mere idea of ever losing that person shatters your world completely. And he knows what that loss feels like. He couldn't experience that again.

"Besides, you know me. You know I'm a mess. I couldn't let you ruin your life by loving me, because I'd just let you down- which I did, so I was right. So instead of saying something, I just said what I thought would help to make you not love me anymore. If I couldn't keep my distance, I had to do something so you'll want to stay away from me."

Once again, Joel was doing exactly the opposite of what you expected. He poured his heart out to you, sounding so honest and vulnerable. You've only heard him being this sincere whenever he would mention Sarah or that one time when you both stayed up talking in depth about your relationship with Ellie.

Tears started to roll down your cheeks as predicted as you stared at him. You don't know whether to hug him or punch him at this point.

"You're such an asshole," was all you could say.

The comment made him chuckle, but it was evident he was holding back his own tears. "I know."

"But that's exactly why I loved you. I know what you've been through, I knew you were a challenge and I was willing to work on it for as long as it would take us. The decision of whether I wanted to love you or not was never yours to make."

"I was trying to save you from having to deal with me."

"What if I didn't want to be saved?"

"Well, I think it's already too late for that," he replied. There was another pause that encouraged him to ask, "Is it? Too late?"

"I don't know," you replied. It was the truth.

"I can work with I don't know."

"What does that mean?" you asked curiously, wiping your tears away.

"It means I'm willing to make it right this time," he replied. "If you let me."

You frowned just a little, failing to hold back the smile that appeared on your face just seconds later. "You know you'll have to really try if you want to fix this, right?"

"I know. It's okay. You're worth it."

So far, so good, you thought.

"This means no more hiding, no more trying to push me away, talking about your feelings..."

"I can handle it."

"Can you?" you asked in a much more serious tone. It sucked not being able to fully trust his word, but you both know you had your reasons not to. "I just don't want to get my hopes up again over nothing."

You watched as Joel took a step closer to you, reaching out to grab one of your hands. He examines your face, making sure you're okay with him touching you before he brings it up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. "I promise you this time will be different," he says, and he's looking at you with so much affection, it's impossible not to trust him.

[auroracalisto]

Okay, last one for now: a Alfie Solomons blurb (I've realised I wrote fic in the previous ask, I'm so sorry!!!!!) with the prompts "I've always wanted it all... now I just want you." [Trying to Kill the Moon - Motherfolk] and "I've forgotten what it feels like to actually be wanted."

Are two prompts for one blurb allowed? Cause these two work so great together! If they're not, you can keep whichever of the two works better with you, dear 💗✨

hi i'm so late for this but,,, here it is, anyway!! also, idk if this is anything you wanted. i literally tried writing this two times and i got pretty far but it was way too long and wasn't lining up with the prompts at all. like,,, i have them saved so i'll be working on them BUT just know that i spent hours trying to figure something out. shsjdfkas. also, he may be a bit out of character, but i don't really go too into detail with a lot. so.

"I've always wanted it all," Alfie said, the words tumbling from his lips. The man who was often so sure of himself found himself confused and struggling. It was driving him crazy.

You were driving him crazy.

"I have a lot. Bloody hell, I've got power and money. But now," he paused, keeping his eyes on you. "Now, I just want you."

You couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief. Surely, Alfie was lying. It wouldn't have been the first time and you highly doubted it would be the last. But the look on his face made you think otherwise.

He was telling the truth.

"Are you gonna make me repeat myself?" he asked, tilting his head curiously as he watched you.

You swallowed thickly, hands clenched into fists by your sides.

"No," you whispered, voice wavering as you spoke. You tried your hardest to keep your tears from forming, but as his features softened, you felt the dam break. You bit your lip, not wanting to show any more weakness—it was far too late for that.

"You're crying," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Bloody hell, love, do you want me to leave or something? Had I known you'd act like this, I'd—"

"—Alfie, shut up for once," you blurted, quickly wiping your tears away.

His lips pressed shut and he averted his gaze. He shouldn't have told you anything. He should have just kept it to himself and taken the confession to his early grave.

"Do you mean it?"

He looked up at you, curiosity beaming from his body. Did he hear you correctly? Yeah. He heard you correctly.

"Of course, I mean it, love."

You sniffled softly, unable to dry the tears in a timely manner. Alfie gently reached forward and wiped an escaping tear away with his thumb.

"Why are you crying?" he softly asked, realizing that there may be more to this than what he originally believed.

"I just... I've forgotten what it feels like to actually be wanted," you said, peering up at him through your tear-soaked lashes. "Thank you for reminding me."

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Let's get you something to drink, yeah? Douse that feelin' for a bit. We... we'll talk when you're ready."

If anyone knew Alfie, they knew that patience was a virtue he often found in the bottom of the barrel—but for you, he knew he had all the time in the world. He wanted you, and he would have you.

Silently, Alfie vowed to never let you feel as if you weren't wanted—even if he'd have to kill a man to do so.

[chocoenvy]

You play the lyre for them

I'VE WANTED THIS FOR A LONG TIME BUT I CAN WRITE SO HERE YOU GO SELF INDULGENT BLURB OF WHOLESOMENESS <3

Warnings: Cult-ish behavior. Wholesomeness. Zhongli's part contains spoilers for the liyue archon quest. Ei's part contains minor spoilers for the inazuma archon quest.

Idk what this formatting is called but i wrote little scenes for multiple characters here they are in order: Venti, Zhongli, Ei, and Jean

Venti is absolutely estatic when you pull out the lyre you had gotten from the windblume festival. Lucky for you, you still have access to all of the items in your inventory so you pull it from thin air in front of him.

"Sorry if it's bad I'm not used to actually playing it." You smile sheepishly.

He waves it off, "Anything you play will be amazing!"

Your fingers hover for a bit, trying to think of a song to play. Nothing too hard, something easy. Strangely, when you had the song in mind and you remembered how you played it on your device, your fingers simply moved on their own. Strumming the lyre in a simple pattern, playing a song from your world. You hummed along to it, with a big grin on your face.

Venti almost has tears in his eyes. It's simple but you're so happy. You're so happy playing the instrument he is known for that he loves so much! The wind calmed down and was silent as your melody filled a corner of Mondstat. When you had finished the small tune you giggled.

"It's so nice to play that song, it's been a while since I've heard it."

Venti nearly tackled you to the ground in a hug. Tears were in the corners of his eyes,

"Your grace you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you play! I'd give anything to listen to it all day!" Venti, with his head burried in your shoulder, was already coming up with a song to sing in favor of his god. One you would hopefully play with the same grin you had on today.

Zhongli, while not the biggest fan of the lyre, was still exictedly waiting for what you would play. As your "bodyguard" or "guardian" he was by your side almost 24/7. So eventually he was going to hear you play or practice.

When you pulled out the lyre from your inventory, Zhongli immediately perked up. He said nothing as you mindlessly strummed a random pattern.

Then a thought struck you. What if... no, that'd hurt him. Would he even recognize it though? It's in the game's soundtrack I don't think they'd be able to recognize it... Well, I might as well try?

Uncertaintly, with Zhongli's feelings in mind, you strummed what you remembered of the song. You didn't want to stir up any feelings in him, but honestly you were stirring up your own feelings. With the tune and Zhongli sitting right in front of you, and knowing what happened to her, you had tears pricking the back of your eyes.

Zhongli sat still, his eyebrows furrowed together. He wasn't sure why or how, but the melody was stirring memories from when he was Rex Lapis. When he was the untstoppable god in the archon war, and when he lost... her. He assumed it was your godly powers stirring up these emotions in him. Or perhaps it was a test? To prove his loyalty to you by bringing up memories of someone he cared so much about?

He barely breathed as you finished up the song. You tentatively and worridly glanced at him. He was motionless, as his eyes met yours, there wasn't a glint of emotions you could see in his eyes.

He smiled, "That was a lovely song your grace. May I ask, where you heard it from. It sounds familiar."

There it was, the smallest crack in his voice. He recognized it. He knew who it was connected to.

Zhongli nearly jumped a foot in the air when you laughed, tears almost falling down your face.

"It's hard to explain but it's called Lover's Oath, or, as many people like to call it where I come from, Guizhong's Lullaby." A tear fell down your face.

Zhongli never felt more exposed or connected to someone. You truly were his god, he realized. There was no way you weren't. You were crying at Guizhong's death. Just as he did, just as he should. But he couldn't shake how her name sounded on someone else's lips- your lips. It was like a wall between the past and present broke. She was still rememebered. By the god they both revered so much. The god she loved, remembers and cried for her passing.

And Zhongli, too, cried that day. For the friend he lost, and the hole in both of your hearts where you loved Guizhong.

Ei was definetely not one for music, but when you pulled out the lyre after a stressful day she couldn't help but stop what she was doing and listen.

Your melody was beautiful, she concluded, nothing complicated, but soothing all the same.

It when you started singing that her heart was taken away. The lyrics struck her right in her heart and made her weak at her knees (thank god you? she was sitting down). It wasn't a song she knew, but every word you sang she committed to memory. So that she may return the favor and perhaps sing you something if you were feeling unwell. Although singing was far from her specialty, she'd do anything for you.

"Did you like it?" You asked, grinning eagerly.

"I loved it," Ei smiled softly, "Please, if you'd like to, sing for me more?"

Jean was refusing to take a break from her duties as acting grand master. It was comendable how much she worked, but it was just insane. You were tempted to use your godly "powers" to force her take a break (use your puppy dog eyes and beg until she sighed and finally did it). But you decided for a different route this time.

You brought out the lyre and played like a toddler that barely knows how to use their fingers. Jean couldn't exactly kick you out of her office, well, she could but Zhongli would give her hell for it. So you had free reign to annoy her with your god-awful music as much as you wanted.

When you finished your piss poor execution of your song, with the chords and notes all wrong. Jean held her head in her hand, no doubt a headache forming.

She smiled, "That was amazing your grace, I'm glad you're enjoying Mondstat's culture enough to partake in it."

You were at a loss for words. One: She complimented you purposefully trying to be bad. Two: She deadass lied to you. Looked you in the eyes and lied about that being amazing. Three: Why was she so sweet?! Thank you for enjoying Mondstat's culture?! Babe! With how bad you played it was more of an insult!

"Jean," You sighed, "I was- you-... Take a break, please. You need it, especially if you think that's good." You nearly collapsed at how insufferably polite Jean was.

"Your grace-"

"Nope! Too late, come on!" You grabbed her hand and pratically dragged her away from her desk, "When was the last time you ate?"

[stvharrngton]

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

xoxo @munson-blurbs 💚

sorry i took so long to answer this i honestly just had to think about it for ages because i couldn't decide but here we go in no particular order

three or four times -> steve x henderson!reader, enemies to lovers. first ever fic i posted so it has a special place in my heart tbh

and when the rain came -> steve x reader, best friends to lovers. angst to fluff. i'm not sure why i like this one so much but the angst of it all and the confession is just !!!!!

this phone sex blurb -> steve x reader smut. phone sex. it's hot. nothing more to say

the cabin / the cabin ii -> steve x reader smut. sub!steve, daddy!steve and when i eventually write pt. iii softdom!steve. steve harrington is a switch and this is just a testament to that

this blurb i wrote for my 1k celebration -> steve x reader, best friends to lovers. idk it's just really fluffy and cute and i love it so much

[thepixelelf]

a couple things

okay! I've decided to switch up some things around here. First and not-so foremost:

I'm gonna start going by Ursa here --

-- for no solid reason other than I think it's cool and I wanna :D

Anyone who knows me as Casey can feel totally free to keep calling me that if you feel like it! I'll still answer to it because, well, that's my name lol. I'll still go by Casey on discord too so idk how any of this is gonna work lol I'm just going with it. Maybe we can think of Ursa as my nickname or something :)

Secondly, I'm going to be moving some of the groups on my masterlist to a new section -- "retired". These groups include the boyz, day6, nct, and stray kids

This is because I've more or less stopped following these groups' activities, and I honestly feel a little bad still writing for them when I don't really listen to their music/watch their stuff anymore (well for nct I really never started but yknow what I mean). Esp with tbz and skz, it kind of feels like I'm using their characters to get more notes? And like... I lowkey have been doing that for a while and just feel kinda shitty about it so I'm gonna stop here. Of course, I'll finish up "shitty fanfiction" even though I'm retiring writing for skz, so don't worry sf fans!

By "retirement", I really just mean that no one should expect official fics for those groups. I'll probably still write blurbs for them every once in a while, and they'll be open for blurb requests, probably (except nct sorry)

It just sort of relieves some pressure for me. I'm not entirely sure why, but it was kind of? stressful? to think I had to write for tbz or skz just to get notes when I don't even follow them anymore. I know it's all in my head but still. It helps to just announce straight up that I'm not going to write for them anymore. That way no one expects anything from me, and more importantly, I don't expect anything from me. What puts the most pressure on me has always been myself, so it'll be good to set this boundary, even if it's just in my head

I'll mostly be writing for golcha and svt now... ab6ix and astro are pretty much only staying on the main list because I never really wrote for them in the first place (💀) so I don't really have expectations for those fics anyways. Also drippin is staying because I might get more into them soon and it feels really early to retire them lol

Anyway, this is getting really long even though I've only announced two things, so I'll shut up now

tl;dr call me Ursa now! yes, I chose it because it means bear :)

[murderoushagthesequel]

-favourite ship you have written for (and your favourite of those works)

-favourite ship that you haven’t written for but would like too

-favourite of the crack ships from TPATH (put the “cutesy” names you made them)

-favourite oneshot/drabble you’ve done

-favourite fanfic you’ve read

i am so sorry this took me absolutely forever to answer :sob: you gave me some tough questions (i loved it) thank you!

favourite ship you have written for (and your favourite of those works)

is it any surprise i'm going to say jegulus? they're just so. idk how to describe all my feelings on jegulus. i could write whole essays on them. but they're so comforting to me! i can write them so easily because they just make sense to me, they resonate with me. and i am a jegulus variant (just saying) so writing both of them is so fun for me because it's like... a little piece of me! if you've ever read my depictions of james or regulus you are likely at least partially reading my depictions of myself. and just, writing the appreciation they have for each other in all their differences is really comforting to me. so which is my favorite jegulus work? stop that's so hardddddd. my favorite probably will be r&rfaf but they haven't been written yet! so! tbh i think i’m gonna have to say our song. they’re so cute and happy and fluffy and i wrote bits and pieces based off my southern family which makes me happy so yeah. but i’m also a whore for angst sometimes and in those cases suicide in your arms (would’ve been easier) jegulus are so. they break me. in a good??? way.

favourite ship that you haven’t written for but would like to

oh this one is easy. pandalily. i love them. and i’m in love with both of them. but yeah, pandalily or jegudora <3. pandalily will be in r&rfaf and i can’t wait for that. jegudora, well….. who tf knows. (i wrote this initially like a week ago and now idek. there’s dozens of ships i want to write for).

favourite of the crack ships from TPATH (put the “cutesy” names you made them)

i’m gonna have to go with homewrecker, serenedilf, and twin crystal <3 (but nothing could ever beat sleakeasy let’s be real)

favourite oneshot/drabble you’ve done

i’m gonna cheat here and do favorite one shot AND favorite drabble because I CANT CHOOSE. i love all my babies <3. so favorite one shot… i’m tempted to say suicide in your arms just because it’s my newest so it’s freshest in my mind lol. i had so much fun writing it and it was a bit of a new writing style for me, plus i tried a bunch of new things while writing and really liked how it came out! of course, it is sad so… that’s… a thing. but i mostly write happy things so, just a change of pace one might say. in terms of my favorite drabble/blurb, i’m gonna have to say teenage dream. it’s just so akfjnsanafkajns. like regulus KNOWS what he’s doing to james. and he’s doing it *on purpose.* he’s so real for that. i kinda want to write a part two… maybe to a different katy perry song, who knows? idk i really like everything i’ve posted <3

favourite fanfic you’ve read

i- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO ANSWER THIS???? THERE ARE SO MANY. so instead, i’m giving my favorite one shots which are Angel of Death by @otrtbs and Kiss In The Kitchen (like it's a dance floor) by @apricusapollo- i left comments on both with my full reasons on why i love them <3 but choosing is really hard because i honestly have loved nearly every fic i’ve read, they’re all incredible.

[sonsband]

BUT you have to tell me a blurb also I'm not a dork 😭😭😭😭

1) you are a dork you've read the Silmillenium or whatever sorry I don't know Tolkein cause I'm too sexy and out of his league

2) anyway here's what I wrote for everyone

Imani bc I don't trust video games but I trust you and the other day I mentioned "my cool friend who wants to write video games" irl (it wasn't weird I promise)

Chelsea who is small and cute and I'm so glad lives in my phone so I can name my blog after our jokes and every time I see a gif of our little pop punk king being cute I HAVE to send it over

D even if we're just so Same Hat we pass the same ideas and opinions back and forth that at this point it's just stroking my own ego to say nice things

Addy's so funny and unendingly supportive and idk how or why they have so many memes but *chef's kiss*

Fran's like the little cousin at the family reunion where it's like "yeah you'll go far"

Kr isn't even that much older than me but is still the lesbian aunt

every time Vic tags me in a picture of a hampster my heart goes waaahhh cause friend! and also makes good gifs/gfx and helps me remember days of the week with the Shownu Saturday posts

Tea I know we've only talked a few times but I check out the music you recommend cause TASTE

Jenjamin is a dork but I'm still reeling from absolute body slam of a roast that was "hanya is a magic the gathering nerd re-shelved into non-fiction" so we're stuck here as little hampsters. please use your knife for good

[h2ojustaddmako]

My Thoughts After Re-Watching Season 2

Hiya everybody. Sorry for the long times between posts. Working two jobs and keeping a social life, while also trying to sleep, eat healthy and get hydrated is taking a toll on this account. Bright side is, that because of the whole Corona situation, I might spend a lot of time home soon. So head-up, another headcanon/theory is coming this week, but just to break the hiatus, I decided to write today.

Every now and then, I decide to re-watch one of the three seasons of the show, just so I could have something to fill my time. So, recently I decided to watch season 2 again, and, as I like, pick up on some details, ideas or thoughts I didn’t get during previous binges. I’ve watched this season, like the others, around four or five times now since release, maybe more - and yet I’m still genuinely surprised at the things I notice or realize every time. So I figured I might turn it into a list of the good, the bad, and the plain interesting.

This list is in no particular order, I just write my thoughts as they go.

1. I am still BLOWN AWAY by how good the writing is on this show. It may not be an Oscar-winning script, but for a teen show of the early 2000′s it’s amazingly deep and well thought of, from every angle. That what makes my theories so fun to make, because they planted so much information throughout the shows that I genuinely enjoy picking out details and information from it.

2. To go into more depth, I really enjoyed all the different storylines they brought in throughout the 26 episodes. Look, twenty-six episodes is a lot for a TV series. Most shows release around 10, since long storylines are hard to follow and are easy to get messy. But while they added so many side stories (Max and the original mermaids, Ash and Emma, Cleo and Lewis’ breakup and Charlotte getting in between),. each of these stories merged with the main plot so well, and actually added depth to the story, making it more complicated for the characters, and more interactive for the viewer.

3. While the main focus for the season was the Cleo-Lewis-Charlotte  relationship, both Emma and Rikki had their romantic paths taken as well. But unlike season 1, where the couples fought for screen time, this time those relationships were put to the side in favour of the main plot, which made them more slow-paced and interesting to watch. I enjoyed the fact that Emma and Ash stayed in the dark throughout the entire season, and that Zane only appeared when he was needed. Both are good characters, but not needed every time.

4. On the other hand, Cleo and Lewis’ relationship was handled very maturely all through the season. From when they dated, through the post-breakup, and all the way to managing being friends, the relationship was very well looked into and explored.

5. Might be a side thing, but I loved that Ash was actually figuring out something was off about Emma. One of my favourite lines by him was, “You realize none of this is natural. But you already knew that.” (Ep. 26) Mostly in shows like these, the character either never questions the weird occurrences around them, or the curiosity fuel the storyline (like Zane in season 1). The writer really wrote out of pure logic and not out of plot requirements, and I dig that little detail.

6. This one is felt throughout the entire show, but was most dominant during this one. The show is not about mermaids at all. This is written as a show about three girls and their coming of age process, and the things they have to deal with, one of them being turned into mermaids. But it’s far from being the only problem these girls have, and it’s showing when some episodes really struggle to squeeze in scenes of the girls in their tails for pure rating, even when the plot is not in need of any mermaid action. The girls have a very full and normal lifestyle aside from being mermaids. They go out, go shopping, have other friends, work, study and fail, deal with personal issues at home or with partners. The tails are just another part of their lives and I love it.

7. Episode 23 is a turning point for Charlotte’s character arch. I’ve spoken greatly before about how I feel like Charlotte is seen in our minds as the “bad guy” while she was a nice character most of her time on the show. And she was! Up until episode 23 when was never trying to hurt the girls. She may have acted out of jealousy before towards Cleo, but she was insecure and worried about her boyfriend. What should she think when her boyfriend spends a whole lot of time with his ex and fails to explain to her exactly why? The show did a great job showing the point of both sides in the argument between the girls and Charlotte, and showed the entire process of how their relationship turned into what it was.  A lot of ego, assumptions, and false worries, and a lot of unfortunate events. Episode 23 was really a turning point because that’s where both sides of the fight were really right in different ways, things that led Charlotte to want to go on her own, and the girls to stay away from her. Charlotte acted the way she did because she felt like the girls were treating her badly (which she was wrong about sometimes, but they too hold the blame, mostly Rikki). From episode 24 and on, she started acting as the “bad guy” the show built her to be, and even then I can see her side. But enough on that.

8. Lewis is hot. Idk what’s up with Charlotte’s eyebrows.

9. One thing that feels off every time is how quickly Lewis started dating Charlotte. I don’t blame a guy for moving on quickly, I do find it weird that during the post-breakup from Cleo, he not only protected Cleo’s respect and jealousy by not flirting with any other girl, but also didn’t really seem like he was into Charlotte at all. She was a good friend at the beginning, then Cleo got in the middle, and for some reason, Charlotte did her best to rub it in Cleo’s face that she wants Lewis. But he never, for once, showed interest back until Cleo gave him permission to move on, and all of a sudden they’re dating. What I'm saying is that Lewis never seemed to like Charlotte romantically, like she liked him. So that was weird, they just never felt right together.

10. The reason Charlotte mastered her powers so quickly, at least in my eyes, is because that a) she had the girls to explain her at least the basics, and b) she didn’t put herself into a box of ‘this is what I was given’, bc she wanted to be better than Cleo at every cost. Her will power helped her master her powers. While the girls dealt with learning their boundaries and abilities and adjusting into the new life they got, Charlotte learned about mermaids before her transformation and knew what she was getting into.

11. The show never shied away from real-life issues, that may be considered inappropriate or harsh to the audiences the show is targeted at. Handling with divorce (and the outcomes of it!) and parents starting dating again (true story, Cleo’s way to handle with Sam’s introduction into her father’s life helped me cope when my mother started dating men a couple of years ago), while also showing signs of LGBT references (Nate mentioned people think Lewis is gay, in other words) or even sexual harassment and consent (both when Rikki was mad at Zane for kissing her against her will, and when Ash’s apology to Emma when he believed Lewis thought he was trying to have sex with her/spy on her showering, which to remind y’all, she was 16 while he was 18). It’s so brief I never noticed it before, but once I did, it was hard to miss.

12. And lastly, I just love how this show treats science. So much real life and true scientific information is included in the lines of the story, mainly by Lewis, but also by other characters like Will, Cleo, Lowrey, Max and Dr. Denman. When they wrote the entire base to what mermaids are and how they exist, they didn’t care it was a show for goddamn 9-year-olds, and that what makes it so interesting. If you’re not into science, let me tell you that every scientific blurb or word you hear on the show is 100%% real and makes sense within its context. From talking about marine biology, to referring to mermaids groups ‘pods’ (which is a group of marine mammals in scientific terms), to the science of “magic” and mermaids as a whole, the show knows what it’s doing is within the realms of possibility from a scientific point of view, meaning none of it is real, but it could be, in another life.

Anyways, if you have anything else to add, feel free! This is your list as it is mine. I just really love this show and I wish people appreciated it the same way we do. When I tell people I like this show they remember it as just another kids TV show, and it’s so much more than that.

Hope you’re having a great day, be safe, and wash your hands (just not in front fo people, keep the secret safe!)

Until next time, maybe not as far as you think. xx

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Ok this is really really specific but I have an idea for you 😬 so werewolf!luke Hemmings (or Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor? Idk lmao I'm very thirsty) and they do something really really stupid so they offer a "dog" as an apology for y/n but then they have to keep excusing themselves to shift back and forth and it's all fluffy idk what else lmao sorry 🥺💕

I wrote it for Luke and as part of the Valentines Day blurbs I hope that’s okay :)

AU 1 - Werewolf!AU

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“I can’t believe you actually got me a dog,” Y/N sighed out in a laugh, her fingers tracing gently, lovingly, up and down Luke’s arms which were rested securely around her. He laughed and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“You’ve always wanted a dog,” he shrugged knowingly and it was true, his girlfriend had wanted a puppy to call her own for as long as he had known her for but she had never quite gotten around to actually getting one.

And then Luke had turned up in her life and he was slightly more than just a tad adverse to her getting a dog seeing as though he shared a resemblance to the furry friend when he shifted. Though he’d never admit that jealousy was the reason why he was against her getting one, no his pride wouldn’t allow him that.

“I figured you’d remain completely against me getting one for as long as we’re together for,” Y/N admitted and Luke’s arms tightened minutely around her, a surge of protectiveness at the notion that there may come a time that they weren’t together.

“Well I don’t want you to be upset about not having a real dog for the rest of your life,” he mused slyly, easily picking up on her embarrassment from his implication.

“Guess it only took you finding a dog that looked exactly like you,” Y/N mentioned and Luke stiffened around her, hoping that she didn’t pick up on the tension in his body.

“Yeah…”

“Where is he actually?” Y/N mentioned. Luke looked down at her, seeing a knowing glint in her eye.

Luke frowned, accepting her silent challenge, wondering if he was as aware of the situation as her line of questioning seemed to imply.

“Should I go look for him?” He offered.

“I don’t mind doing it.”

“No, no, I’ve got it.” Luke assured, still looking at her, wondering if she truly knew what he had been stupidly attempting to do for the past few weeks since their argument, after which he had ‘bought’ her a ‘dog’ to appease her.

The dog had been named ‘Benji’. Benji was Luke in his wolf form.

He slipped out of bed and into the hallway, calling for the ‘dog’ which he knew wouldn’t come. As soon as he was out of sight from Y/N he crouched down, shifting form.

Now in wolf form, Luke pattered down the hall back towards Y/N’s bedroom, seeing her sat up in bed, the blankets pulled up to cover her chest and he jumped up next to her, licking her face before turning around once and settling on her lap.

“Now I wonder where Luke is,” Y/N murmured, her fingers stroking his fur. Luke raised his head and took in the knowing grin on her face, affection and amusement shining in her eyes.

Luke knew he lost the challenge and shifted back into his human form, still curled as best as he could on her lap.

“How long have you known?” He asked, Y/N’s hands continuing to play with his hair.

“Pretty much the whole time - it was funny to see you constantly shifting back and forth, though.”