#im tired of having to reread all the good ones all the time.

[blurrymango]

I AM NOT GETTING THE PORN I WANT. AND UNFORTUNATELY I AM APPARENTLY THE ONLY ONE WHO WANTS WHAT I WANT. BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE IS DOING IT.

[sukunasweetheart]

I was rereading some of your fics and got inspired so please hear me out🙏

Reader being college!sukunas pretty little gf but going through a bit of a insecure phase. Having to wonder if sukuna using her for her body. While also having to endure people trying to flirt with him at every party (sukuna has never and would never flirt or cheat but since reader is going through something, she's obviously bothered)

This continues for a few weeks, reader brings it up but sukuna always gets annoyed and shuts it down(Sukuna and reader both not knowing how to efficiently communicate). Reader's insecurity is kind of building up😕 so atp shes debating whether to break up with him because shes just so tired of feeling like she's not enough.

One night reader gets drunk during a night out with maki and nobara so they have to call him to go pick her up. Sukunas kind of mad since she hasn't called or texted him all day so he calls her out on it while driving home. Reader being a emotional drunk decides its the perfect time to unleash how she feels. Sukuna listens to her and starts worrying when reader very briefly mentions a break up. So when they get home sukuna gets her to spill the beans before she knocks out. Meanwhile sukuna spends all night thinking about how to reassure reader that he loves her (he doesn't want to lose her😭)

Next morning reader wakes up in his arms and he tells her he wants to talk about what happened last night now that shes sober. So they have a serious talk about it (tears were definitely shed)

Edit: THIS WRITING WAS GNARLY IM SO SORRY😭i had a vision but i couldn't put it into words correctly. i gave up near the end but i kind of just wanted to hear your thoughts😖

AWWWW THIS IS SO ADORABLE FR

i love the angst and happy ending, always 😘😘😘 it hurts so good </3 just them being so unsure of each other and what to do, even if its clear that they both are so deeply in love <3

very relevant angst bc someone like sukuna would find it very difficult to understand what it feels to be insecure... it makes you wonder how much patience he could have for someone who is intensely insecure (me)

anyway i can imagine drunk reader being a sobbing, bumbling mess when shes at home with him, talking in a way thats barely comprehensible, weeping in between sentences and sukuna just not knowing what to do with you except wipe your tears away (he'd call you cute if you weren't actually so upset) but then you mention that maybe its better off if the two of you break up, which wipes the smile off his face

imagine him wracking his brains at night while he observes your sleeping face, not knowing what to do... he'd never thought that what he was doing now wasn't enough in making you feel secure with him and that he was making you so unhappy

maybe what you need is more verbal affirmation, bc sukuna is so action oriented, he realises he doesn't nearly as often tell you that he loves you and only uses gestures to show it instead.

idk this might be corny but imagine you and him practicing saying 'i love you' while sitting face to face, holding hands, and for the first time you see his ears get pink, its certainly not something he says often. you bursting into laughter at the stiff way he says it makes him even more bashful.

"stop fucking laughing! it's your turn now, hurry up."

but when you say it, it sounds so natural and genuine and sweet, even when you're saying it in between laughs. it makes him wonder how you're doing it.

anyway, seeing sukuna's ears get so pink and seeing how awkward he is for a change, is strangely healing to you and probably helps you gain some confidence back bc who else could incur such feelings in him other than you?? especially when he usually has such an idgaf attitude :)

[enden-k]

btw sry to the ppl who came for fanart and get blasted w all the oc stuff LMAOOO

its nothing new but i fell out of a few fandoms, gnshn mainly. due to all the ongoing drama w hoyogames caused by the fandom over the stupidest things (im not involved or get involved in any of that but it always happened i saw stuff here and there on my tl and its just wow), then all the stupid shit hyv pulled in the past months and get away with constantly, then how extremely time consuming and demanding and repetitive everything became etcetcetc i kinda have issues with playing their games. theres jsut no energy or interest left bc all this above is kinda outweighing anything that made me enjoy it before?

(i still adore a bunch of characters and might draw some again but i really am not sure if i will get into the game itself again. im just tired and nothing keeps me there anymore tbh)

zzz is enjoyable as its v chill on time and the team behind it is a new one so the game is sm more different it rlly doesnt feel like a hoyo game anymore. hsr is also ok tho i dont always keep track w it lately, sometimes i just get a bit bored of it when theres nothing interesting baiting me into finishing story stuff lol

whaaat i mean to say is thats kinda why im not rlly doing much fanart lately??? since there was no major thing that had my constant attention and kept me drawing 1000 things at a time lately. i jump from interest to interest rn when it comes to fandom stuff and draw whenever inspo strikes i guess

rn im going back to old fandoms again and rewatching/rereading/replaying all my most favorite things for some happiness. im currently hyperfixating real bad on my fav animanga once again so i might post some doodles of that or other shows i rlly enjoyed and rewatched, maybe even fate or FF stuff again

i rlly have to say since i stopped actively playing gnshn/spending so much time with keeping up with hoyogames and do all my stuff there every single day, i feel mentally SO MUCH better and suddenly have sm good time to use for other things (also ngl i feel like having to keep up daily w those type of games/playing sm gacha turned me really stupid and impatient over the years)

i even got back to draw OCs and create a new comic again after almost 6 YEARSSSSS of not working on my own stories. im feeling really happy rn, drawing stuff that is not gnshn/hyv related be it my OCs or other things i rlly enjoy like alnst etc (its prolly also another reason why im going back to old, favorite things rn bc i wanna create for everything that is dear to me and i didnt do before bc i didnt have my artblog back then yet)

anw sorry for rambling sm LMAO i guess you can consider this some kind of an update/explanation!! OC art and mixture of hyperfixations, favorite things and whatever im into atm, NOT a gnshn only artist

[soxcietyy]

Temptation

Chapter 7

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint

Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

The rest of the week he spent as far away from you as he could. He would come home late, sleep in a spare room or sometimes he wouldn't come home at all. Ever since that day he couldn't help but maintain his distance. He was scared, he didn't want to frighten you like that again. Not only did that cause him fear but also the fact that he cared about that.

He was Yuta Okkotsu, one of Gojos most important business partners that worked under him. Everyone was supposed to be terrified of him. But just the single though oh you being scared of him gave him an itch.

He tried to convince himself multiple times that maybe it was because this was all new to him. The concept of marriage and now having to care for Someone else other than him. Yea that sounds about right. This will soon pass and he'll be back to his normal self.

He's been away from you for a good length of time that he kinda felt prepared to face you again. Putting his foot down and putting you in your place. A women shouldn't be walking over a men. Maybe his actions were justifiable last week. He told you to stay put and you did not listen which created consequences.

Yea that's it, you deserved what you got and he will not let it slide.

"Yu?" He hears a soft feminine voice speak. He snaps his head from the paper he held to the door way where you stood in a sun dress.

"Darling you know well you're not allowed in my offic..." as he spoke to you he noticed the bruises on your neck that he left last week. That delicate skin of yours being harmed by his own hands. He couldnt bare to see the injury's he caused so he looked back down at his paper.

"Yes I know but I'm worried. We haven't been able to sit down and relax. You're always busy or coming home late. We haven't even slept in the same bed. Im worried about us." you say

About us? what a joke, with the way he's been treating you he was surprised you thought that way. A normal girl would of already attempted to run away.

"I don't think what I’m doing should concern you. Go back to bed and get some rest." Yuta says as he scans the paper he's been rereading over and over again. To him it seemed like a never ending paper, every time he read it he would get lost in the words making him have to reread it over and over again.

“Can I least go out for some fresh air?” you ask him “Of course.” He says as he begins sign the paper he held.

“Without someone following me.” You cross your arms. The number of times they had stopped you this week from walking out was outrageous. Every time you confronted Yuta about it he would ignore you and keep on with his business.

“you’re not allowed to go out without anyone accompanying you.”

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Your angry thoughts influenced your actions immediately. Storming out of his office you quickly made your way upstairs snatching up his wallet that rested on the nightstand. You couldn’t believe that he had just spoke to you that way. This wasn’t what you imaged being married to him was. You felt like an idiot for actually agreeing to something so dumb like this. Anyone would have seen something like this coming a mile away. You were just so stupid, so gullible to believe every word that fell out of his mouth. After putting your heels on you walk downstairs. You knew well that Yuta had guards stationed right out the doors.

You were so sick of being stuck here with an arrogant man. All you did was try and be the best wife but clearly, he could care less about you and your efforts. Opening the door, you see a tall buff man standing with is back facing you. You let out a small huff as you quietly closed the door behind you. Taking a few small steps forward you see him turn around at the slightest sound of your heels hitting the floor. “Go back inside before I throw you like last time." That did happen didn’t it. “Yuta said he’ll meet me outside the gates. He seemed to have lost his wallet.” You say trying to get pass him.

He lets out a laugh as he blocks you from going further. “do you think I’m stupid little girl? He would never let you go even a few feet from him.” The guard laughs even harder as he shoves you back making you stumble a bit.

You give the man an innocent smile. “Clearly you don’t know him enough to know that he would let me do that. Let me through before I tell him that you put your hands on me.” You talk back.

“What would people say if Yuta’s wife was being man handled? Clearly you would be fired right away.” You stare into his shocked eyes. He mumbled a few words before letting you get pass him. If you knew it was this easy you would if been escaped this place.

Immediately you started walking to the open gates. Walking with the fear of him possible looking outside his window to see you walking off the property. Once you made it out the gates you turn around and shut them. The guard looked at you confused for a second before booking it towards you. That’s when you quickly lock it with the key Yuta always carried in his wallet. You gave him another innocent smile before you ran down the road. Luckily those gates where as tall as pine trees, that means he had no choice but to get another key from Yuta who should be at a meeting about now. That’s if he had the guts to interrupt a meeting.

Running as fast as you could in heels, you cut through people’s property’s so you wouldn’t be found so easily. Eventually after so long of running you made it to the city of New York. Yuta did not live far from the city at all making everything supper close to you guys. Stopping at a coffee shop you rest by the wall and catch your breath. You haven’t ever ran this much in your life before. The adrenalin in your body was still pumping as you held your chest.

“Oh, darling are you alright?”

Alarm bells ran in your head once you heard them say darling. When you look up your met with blue eyes but not the dark ones you know. They were infused with a light green color making them look really friendly. Moving from his eyes to his face you realize this was a total stranger. This man had blonde short hair, chiseled jaw, he wore such a nice navy-blue suit that complimented him. Your mouth seemed to have dropped, mesmerized by his beauty. “y-yes! I’m fine I just got done with my morning run.” You say

“A run? In heels?” he raises his brow.

“yes...”

“Your quite an interesting girl, how about I invite you to grab a drink with me?” he says holding his hand out. You looked at him not being able to believe him but take his hand either way. He grabbed it firmly and walked out with you in his arm.

“ I know this coffee shop with better drinks up the street. I had came to the one we had just left to grab a quick drink to go. Then I ran into you, and I just love having drinks with people.” He says as he walks with a fast pace. This man was really tall, to the point where it kind of hurt your neck to look up at him.

When you guys got to the place you couldn’t believe how beautify it looked. Plants where planted in so many spots and it smelled like roses from the pots that surrounded you. This was something you’ve never seen before. As you approached a table, he pulled your seat out and letting you sit before taking his own. A waiter soon came up to you guys and asked if you guys needed time to order.

“No need, I would like Americano and for the lovely lady hmm, what do you want tea or coffee?” he tilts his head making his golden locks fall to the side.

“I uh, I like tea.” You say

“ Hōjicha please! Oh and maybe a set of your delicious biscuits.”

As the waiter left, he put his attention back towards you. “so do you usually take strangers on-“

“Coffee dates? No, no I am quite a busy man, I was actually free this morning and well I couldn’t just ignore you.” He smiles.

“Oh well thank you for taking me out uhh.” You say ignoring the fact that he called this a date.

“How rude of me! I haven’t introduced myself, haven’t I? The name is Angelo.” He says.

“Oh, I’m y/k Okkotsu.”

His eyes seemed to have lighten up once you told him your name.

“Magnificent.”

“Do you work Angelo?” You ask him curious to know his profession if he could afford to go to such a coffee shop.

“I own many restaurants and coffee shops around here, including the one were at. Its quite new actually.” He says as he looks around admiring his work.

“Really? Wow I really love what you did with the place. It’s so stunning and it feels like I’m in the middle of a flower field.” You say surprised.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it darling. What do you do for work?"

“um currently nothing, I’m just home all the time but I want to get into my husbands business. I want to feel useful you know? But how can I do that when I’m not even allowed to know anything about it.” You look down at the wooden table “oh sorry I started venting without realizing it.” You say embarrassed.

“No need to feel bad I enjoy giving advice to people.” He says as he receives the drink from the waiter that you didn’t even notice. He set your drink in front of you as he took a sip of his. He let out a satisfied sound come out as he tasted the drink.

“What does your husband work in” he asks as he licks his lips.

“Trading under a company.” You say as you also took a sip out of your drink. Your eyes brightened the second your tastebuds made contact with the liquid. This was really good, this man kept on surprising you by the second.

“What is this? It’s so good, I’ve never had such a flavorful tea.” You bring the cup up to your lips once again.

“Ha, I knew it would be to your taste. It’s a Japanese’s tea that has roasted green tea leaves. Its naturally sweet yet has a hint of a smokey flavor in it.” He lifts his hand up in the air to get a waiter’s attention.

The man quickly runs to him and ask him if everything is okay. Angelo reassures him everything is good and that he just wanted to know if he had a bag of the tea you were currently drinking.

“oh you don’t have to do that! I can always come on my own, I want to support the business.” You say.

“oh sweety but what if you can’t go out when you crave it? You already know how husband can be, ugh so bitter for no reason, Speaking of.” He brings his drink to his mouth. “Y- your husband how is he like?”

For a second you thought he was going to say your husband’s name. Then again, he shouldn’t even know him.

“Well, he’s…nothing like I expected him to be like.” You say with a sense of sadness. You had no idea why you held such high expectations for him in the first place. You didn’t even know him for that long and here you thought he was going to be the best husband ever. “I just wish he was more caring, kind, and well just loving in general.”

You had no idea what had happened, when you first met him, he was the most kindest person ever now he was someone else.

“Sorry to hear that,” Angelo crosses his legs as he stretches them out. “Something like that must not be easy to go through, I trust your strong enough to pull through, right?” Angelo looks down at his watch and raises his brows. “it’s near noon, do you need a ride?”

Ride, but to where? You couldn’t possibly go back to Yuta’s. He was going furious when he finds out you escaped. If you ran back home, you feared your dad would call Yuta since apparently, they were buddy’s now. You could get a hotel room, but they would be able to track you right? At this point he must have already called everyone he knew to look for you. At your wedding the kinds of people that came up to him were unexpected, bank tellers, police, business people, doctors, and more. He probably had all eyes and ears out for you. You couldn’t held but fiddle with your wedding ring to ease your thoughts.

“Or you could come to work for me, you can be my secretary for the day.” He offers with a genuine smile.

“Really?! But I’m a women, wouldn’t people look down on you?” You say feeling a bit excited for the opportunity.

“You think I care about other opinion? Is that the way your husband thinks? Such a childish mindset. Common let’s go to my company building.” He says as he helps you get up.

AN: Guys I wrote this on my laptop on word during my finals. I typed 5 pages of fanfic and thought I out did myself and once I posted it onto here I screamed. YOUR TELLING ME THIS IS HOW 5 PAGES LOOK LIKE.

[lilywastaken]

hey!

this is, like, probably really creepy of me, but i saw your user in my notes, and oh my God, i think i literally died on the SPOT. i don't even know what to say, your writing practically gives me life, and reading Ménage was like Sir Isaac Newton discovering gravity—it changed me as a person from how good it was‼️

Ménage is probably the only fanfiction i've ever reread like a thousand times, and to think, YOU, the author, liked one of my posts? AAAA, i'm fangirling so hard it's embarrassing

anyway, i'm pretty sure you're taking a break from writing or something of the like, and i just wanted to say: i hope you're doing well and i hope life is going fantastic for you 💕 (and i'll be here if you ever decide to pick up writing Ménage again, or even if you decide to discontinue it 🙂‍↕️)

it's not creepy at all!!!! this is one of the sweetest messages i've received that i just HAD to answer it even if i'm on my unofficial break <333!!

i'm so glad people still enjoy ménage even if i'm not THAT into cod as i was before, and i never get tired of hearing feedback since after everything it's something i put so much time and effort in !!!

recently ive been in a jjk mood and your fics are so good!! ill be reading more of your stuff since im brainrotting hard and you have so many good fics/ideas!! <33

and yeah!! im good, on a break from writing since like i said im not THAT into the fandoms i wrote for in this blog and more into things like op and jjk at the moment! i hope you're good as well and thank you again for the lovely message!!! 😢😢<3

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

IM BACK TO ASK IF YOU HAVE ANY BUNNY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS 😭😭

Hiiiii!!!! Omg dbcvhkjabchjbc I'm honored you want recs from me but honestly I'm on the lookout myself😭😭😭😭 I'm either terribly picky or really bad at finding fics so I can give you my faves, but they're probably gonna be ones you've already read-- I'm seriously slacking on the Bunny fanfic consumption maybe

Lock and Key by sp_peppers

This one is more Butters than Bunny but one of my absolute favorites. Wish I knew the author's tumblr because god damn. HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING because this one is super dark, it's an elaborate fic about Butters' canon abuse with the timeline a little rearranged, but it has a happy ending and Bunny is sprinkled all throughout and nicely wraps up the end. But please for the love of god proceed with caution; It's heavy on the abuse

Just Underneath by TrashKat

You might know this one already but it's your classic Mystechaos fic. Love it. Wish the ending was a little less short because it was SO GOOD so if you haven't read it, you're welcome

Midnight Snack by Blame Canada (OneHitWondersAnonymous)

This one's a really cute oneshot <3 Kenny comes over to bring Butters a midnight snack, very fluffy, what more would you need? :3

until the sun comes up by starglitches

another sweet oneshot where Kenny climbs in through Butters' window. I will never EVER get tired of those.

The Night Bound to Come justtothesea, orphan_account, thewordsleep (justtothesea)

a cute but angsty little oneshot where they both find solace in each other's company while having a bad time. I reread it sometimes :>

May Nothing But Happiness Come Through Your Door by boy-thighs (sop)

Probably my absolute favorite, I fucking WISH I could write like this. You probably already know it (it's very popular) but holy fuck, I reread this often. I wanna kiss the author on their forehead and thank them for their service.

So these are ones I have saved to my bookmarks, but I'll keep being on the lookout. Check if I find some that are maybe unfinished but still bangers. And feel free to always go ahead and recommend stuff to me too!!

I'm mostly focusing on writing rather than reading right now, so let's hope I can soon add more to the bunny tag. They're my favorite little guys and, again, I'm very honored you're asking me for recs <3333

[scuorge101]

so um I tried to write some for your Polites lives AU..hope you like it

Polites sits on a crate above deck, resting and talking with the crew. Every now and then he feels pain hit him but he tries to ignore it, hiding it with one of his usual smiles. He tries his best to listen he really does but the words sometimes blur together and the pain keeps coming back.

"Polites are you okay? Should I go get Odysseus?" Polites focuses again and realizes he had stopped listening to Elpenor. He makes sure to replace the grimace with a smile again hoping to reassure him.

"There is no need to bother Odysseus I'm just a bit tired." Odysseus had finally taken some time to himself, to rest, and Polites refuses to ruin that. He hates how much of a burden he has become for his friend. However the pain isn't stopping and he can feel his mind start to fog up so he has to ask for help.

"Elpenor… I think I would like to go to bed could you help me?" Elpenor looks concerned but he nods and helps Polites up, making sure to support him enough so the could slowly shuffle back to his room. By the time they arrive Polites is breathing hard as Elpenor gently sets him down on the bed.

"Thank you." The words are a bit slurred and he hates how Elpenor worries more because of it. He manages to lay down making sure he is facing the wall so his pain doesn't show. There is no reason to cause more concern than necessary.

"Of course anytime Polites." Despite his obvious concern Elpenor leaves the room and Polites is thankful for that as the pain gets worse. He does his best not to think about it but sometimes he can't help but wonder if it would have been better had he died in that cave.

Maybe then the crew wouldn't have to help him do everything. Maybe then Odysseus wouldn't be neglecting himself over worry for him. Maybe then Eurylochus wouldn't have had to take over as Captain because Odysseus was too busy caring for him.

He pushes those thoughts away. There is no use thinking about what ifs. All he can do is make sure to live through each day clinging to the faint hope that the doctors back home would be able to help.

Polites feels the fog take over and he falls asleep grateful for the break from the pain and his thoughts.

IM GOING TO SCREAAAAMMMM

This is so good, I’ve seen your writing before and I love it! You’ve captured Polites’ emotions here perfectly. He would indeed start to feel like a burden because of his injuries but he would also try to act as his normal self, like everything is fine when it isn’t. God why do we torment this character so </3

Also Elpenor inclusion >>>>> 10x better because of that

God this is just perfect, thank you for sharing!! I will now be rereading this constantly.

Let’s all hope he gets better in Ithaca lol

[vastill]

Hiii

Hope you’re having a good day!

Can you write more about Mel and Lila? I was rereading their universe and I’m so in love with them 😭

Thank you!!

Grated cheese

Melissa Schemmenti/fem!reader

warnings: none, pure fluff

words: 900+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!!

A/N: thank you for the request! hope you re having a good day!💚tbh your ask is perfectly timed bc i was just finishing this fic! i hope you guys will enjoy it!!💚 let me know what you think!! and also sorry for not posting i have vacation now and im barely at home, either at work or going on trips

Melissa had a tough day at Abbott and you wanted to make her feel as comfortable as you could when she got back home. Deciding on making one of her favorite dishes, pesto fettuccine.

When you picked Lila up from school you stopped by the supermarket to buy all the missing products and her favorite bakery for pistachio cannoli from Tony’s.

“What are you cooking Mommy?” Lila asked when you stepped into the house.

“Aunty Mel had a really tough day today, so I thought I will make her favorite. The pasta she has been cooking for you lately, you remember?”

“Yummy! I want to help you! Can I?” Lila asked excitedly.

“Of course sweetheart, go change your clothes and come back.”

Lila quickly run to her room as you started preparing ingredients. As you chopped the garlic and nuts Lila washed the basil leaves. She was great at following the recipe, carefully measuring out the ingredients, and mixing them in the bowl.

“Mommy, how do they make these so long?” Lila asked looking at the cooking pasta.

“They mix up a special kind of flour and water, and then they take the dough and stretch it to make it super long. Melissa can do them perfectly, maybe you can ask her to teach you one day.”

“She is so cool, Mommy!” Lila said amazed.

“Yeah, I know, she is the coolest!” You said kissing Lila on the head.

As you were mixing sauce and pasta together, Melissa pulled into the driveway. You sent Lila to distract her for a minute as you quickly set up the table. You wanted everything to be done when she reaches the kitchen.

As Melissa walked into the kitchen with your daughter, the smell of the pesto fettuccine filled the air. She looked tired, but a smile spread across her face as she saw the table set and Lila's artfully arranged flowers in a vase. “You two are the best,” she said greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

“You deserve only the best, darling.” You said kissing her back and pulling the chair for her.

Just as you were about to take a bite of the dish, Lila looked up at Melissa with a soft gaze and said, “Mom, can you pass the grated cheese, please? I mean-” Lila paused and looked at you with shock written all over her face.

Time seemed to pause for a moment. You saw fear on Melissa’s face but also happiness. You never talked about this before so you didn’t know how will she react. She worked with kids so obviously some of them accidentally called her “mom” but this was something bigger. Lila felt so comfortable being in Melissa's presence that she thought about her as a parental figure. Your heart swelled at that.

Melissa reached for the cheese, her hand slightly trembling, but her smile radiated pure joy. “Of course, sweetheart,” she replied, handing Lila the cheese with tenderness.

“Thank you, and um sorry,” Lila said looking down at her plate. “It just came out, I wasn’t thinking.”

Melissa smiled gently, “Lila, sweetie, no need to apologize. You can call me whatever you feel comfortable with.” Lila looked up from her plate, her eyes going back and forth from Melissa to you. You gave her a slight nod, telling her to go for it. She smiled shyly and looked at Melissa, “Thank you, Mom.”

Lila continued with her meal, unaware of the impact of her words. But Melissa's heart swelled with love, and a newfound sense of belonging. She couldn't help but feel her eyes tearing up. Lila wanted to call her “mom” and you were perfectly fine with it. She reached and squeezed your hand, giving you a silent thank you.

After dinner, Lila helped you clean up the kitchen while Melissa relaxed on the sofa. She looked so content and happy, and you knew that your efforts had paid off. As you were putting away the dishes, you heard Lila and Melissa talking.

“Mommy said you can do the pasta yourself, is that true?” she asked, looking up at her with big, hopeful eyes.

Melissa smiled at her. “Of course, I can, sweetie. What Italian would I be if I couldn’t.”

Lila’s face lit up with excitement. “Could you teach me how to do it? Please.”

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll teach you how to make the pasta from scratch.”

“You are so cool, Mom! I hope I will be as cool as you when I grow up!” Lila said excitedly as Melissa laughed, “You are way cooler than me, sweetie, you have that from your Mommy.”

As you listened to their conversation, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the love that now surrounded your family. When you got to the living room you saw your daughter bouncing with excitement at the thought of her upcoming pasta-making lessons with Melissa.

“Thank you for today, for being so good to her. I really appreciated it. I don’t know what I would do without you, darling.” You said quietly to Melissa when Lila was entranced with her cartoon.

“You don’t need to thank me and to be honest I’m the one who should be thankful. You trusted me enough to let me into your small world, trust me with your daughter. So thank you for making my wish come true. Thank you for giving me family.” Melissa smiled and kissed you gently, transferring all her love and gratitude. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Moms! Eww..stop!” You heard Lila groan from her spot near the TV. You looked at Melissa and you both laughed at her reaction.

[angelsnkisses]

hiii ^.^ , i hope you’re having a good day! i know you have a lot of requests so feel free to ignore this one until you’re ready, ofc!! but i was rereading your kappa headcannons and i wna request something for him, i don’t even have a plot i just want him to be mean :P maybe a little knife play too if you’re comfortable with that :< <33

A/N: i love this!! thank you for the request :)!

Stress Relief ♡ - Kappa x sub!fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: harddom!kappa, sub!fem!reader, degrading, grinding, bruises, knife play, fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie

The old mattress you sat on rustled softly, sinking down next to you and snapping you out of your concentration. You looked up from your worn, tattered book, eyes landing on Kappa. You smiled, setting the book beside you. You hadn't seen him all day, and you were excited to get to talk to him.

Your smile fell a little, however, when you saw his face. He looked pissed off, or maybe stressed out, it was hard to tell. He had sat at your side, leaning his head back against the wall. You put your legs down, which had been curled up to your chest, and placed a hesitant hand on his thigh. His gaze shifted to your face, his eyes tired.

"Hey.. you okay?" you asked quietly, trying to offer a little comfort. He thought about that, taking the time to look you up and down. You were in pajamas pants and a tank, ready to settle down for the day. Something about the way your face was so sincere, the way you were so relaxed.. it made him feel less frustrated almost immediately.

"I could be better," he finally said, one of his large hands reaching up to push his hair back. You nodded in understanding, not pushing him on it. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.

"Well, is there anything I can do?" you asked, trying be helpful. He pondered that, taking in your expression. It was almost funny to him how innocent you looked in that moment; so sweet, so willing to help.

"Come here," he murmured in response, stretching his legs out im front of him. A wave of realization washed over you, the look on his face making your stomach flutter. You knew better than to argue, scooting closer and crawling into his lap. He sighed heavily, putting his hands on your waist and rubbing slowly.

"I've needed you all fucking day," he breathed, leaning up and tucking his face into your neck. You felt your face get hot, squirming a little. He was being so blunt, it was making you nervous. He dug his fingers into your waist when you moved around, planting you firmly against him and latching his lips onto your neck. He sucked at the skin harshly, leaving angry marks as he went. You winced, a whine leaving your lips at the singes of pain against your skin.

Your body instinctively tried to wriggle away from the pain, but Kappa wasn't letting you go anywhere, holding you down with a hard grip. After a few moments he pulled away from your neck, looking back up at you. His pupils were blown, lips swollen and brows furrowed. A smile tugged at his lips, taking in your flustered expression.

"What? I barely touched you, don't give me that look," he scoffed, one of his hands moving down to your thigh. He grabbed at the covered flesh, the thin fabric allowing him to feel how warm you were. He was conjuring up a million ways to ruin you in his head, ideas flooding him like a twisted, erotic storm. He expelled a shaky breath, the hand on your waist beginning to push your shirt up over your stomach.

He moved with so much need, so much desperation. You knew you were in for it, Kappa was so rough after a bad day. What better way to get a little stress relief, while also making you both feel good? In his eyes, it was the perfect way to unwind. He looked down at your exposed belly, a quiet groan emitting from his throat.

"Look at that.. still there," he mumbled, rubbing his thumb over a faint line of bruises on your hip, matching his fingertips. They were from just the other day, still prominent and sore. You shuddered when he pressed gently against the darkest one, whimpering under your breath as your hands shot up to his shoulders.

"That hurts," you mewled, earning a quiet chuckle from the man below you. His eyes flickered back up to yours, dark and swimming with lust. You recognized that face better than your own, fear flashing in your eyes.

Your words had sent flutters through his abdomen, the pain-laced sounds filling him with a sense of pride. He pressed a different bruise now, a lighter one that didn't hurt as bad, watching as you jerked and tried to pull away again. He couldn't keep his eyes off your pained face, the sick, sadistic part of him wanting to inflict more and more. He tried to get a grip on his thoughts, but it was becoming difficult.

Before you could process anything, you were being moved, rough hands manuevering you until you were pinned against the mattress. You felt your heart pounding, watching Kappa hover above you. He parted your legs with his knee, pressing firmly between your thighs and leaning down. A faint glimmer of relief moved through you, the pressure going directly to your clit. You felt him start to move his knee forward, making your lips part, eyes fluttering shut. He hummed, bracing one hand on the bed while the other stayed clasped around your thigh. Your breathing was heavy, hands tightening on his shoulders so you could grind yourself down on his leg.

You were lost in the sensation, a pleasurable warmth spreading between your legs as you moaned and gasped. He watched you start to unravel beneath him, his stomach twisting with need at the sight. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to decide what he was gonna do to you. He craved control, he needed it.

It didn't take long for an idea to come to him, the hand on your thigh moving away and snaking into his back pocket. Your eyes shot open when your heard a metallic click, a long, shiny switchblade in Kappa's hand. You panicked a little, starting to squirm away from him. He quickly shifted, grabbing your thigh again with the hand that held the knife. He was careful not to stab you, the blade pressing flat against the flesh of your thigh. You froze, the fear of accidentally cutting yourself overpowering your need to move away. He hushed your protests, leaning closer so his face was a few inches from yours.

"Shh- I'm not gonna hurt you," he said unconvincingly, his hand relaxing when your squirming started to cease. He could feel you trembling beneath him, slowly beginning to trail the blade up your thigh, over the fabric of your clothes. You whimpered when it grazed over your bare stomach, briefly catching on your bunched up shirt. The shiny metal grazed over your covered chest, finally landing just under your jaw. Your blood went cold at the feeling, body trembling. He just pressed the blade closer, tilting his head.

"What's wrong, hmm? You don't like it?" he asked, pity seeping into his tone. Your heart was beating rapidly, humiliated by how much power he held over you. Your head tilted back, trying to angle away from the knife.

"Don't look so scared, sugar.. it's just a little knife," he chuckled, like you were the one overreacting. He admired the contrast of the metal against your skin, the grip he had on your thigh only getting stronger. Tears pricked your eyes from the pain, your hands slipping down to his chest, palms laying flat on the covered muscle.

He bit back another comment, alleviating some of the blade's pressure. After a moment of watching your face, he pulled it away, feeling your relieved sigh against his face. He mentally promised himself he'd indulge with the knife more a different time, but right then, he was too anxious to feel you. He looked between the two of you, releasing your thigh and flicking the blade back into it's sheath. He tossed it to the floor, hands moving to grab at your waistband.

"Come on, lift your hips," he huffed, pulling your pajama pants down your legs when you did so. He paused after he'd tossed them to the side, getting an eyeful of your thighs. They were so inviting, especially with the faint hickies on them from precious nights with him. He had to stop himself from groaning when he finally saw the wet patch on your underwear, looking at how worked up he had gotten you.

"That's just pathetic, I barely touched you," he mumbled, making you press your thighs together shamefully. You turned your head so you didn't have to meet his gaze, his words making you feel small. He tutted, reaching forward and grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at what he was doing.

"Look away again, I fucking dare you," he challenged lowly, making your breath hitch. He was never a total sweetheart, but he was never this cruel, either. It excited you, gave you a rush of adrenaline that made your nerve endings feel like live wire.

He released your jaw when he trusted that you wouldn't move, running his hands down to your underwear. He parted your thighs, situating himself above you. His knee rested between your legs, not so close to the middle so he had enough room for his hand.

He placed one hand on your hip, the other moving to where you needed him most. You squirmed a bit in anticipation, trying to control your breathing as his hand finally made contact with your covered clit. A low moan left your lips, his fingers beginning to rub you over the damp fabric. Your hips raised off the bed a little, thighs instinctively shutting when he sped up. He pried them open, promptly shoving you back down against the bed and leaning in, his nose brushing against your neck as he spoke angrily.

"Jesus, you don't listen, do you? Can't stay still, can't even keep your legs open for me," he ranted quietly, slipping his hand past your underwear despite his words. You gasped, trying to keep your legs still as he started to rub your clit in quick, firm circles. You moaned his name breathlessly, your hands sliding up to his hair. He groaned, pressing his lips to the marked skin. He was surprisingly soft, peppering kisses around where he had marked you just a few moments before.

His hands, however, completely juxtaposed his lips. He was going quick, fucking with you, trying to see if you could actually keep still. It was working, your legs trembling as you tried desperately to keep them open against your body's will. Kappa moved his hand away from your hip, reaching for the hem of your tank top. He pulled up the fabric, bunching it up above your chest before glancing at what he was doing, pleased by the sight before him. He began trailing kisses between your breasts, yanking your underwear down, pulling them off your legs and throwing them somewhere on the floor.

He didn't give you so much as a warning before he pushed two fingers into your aching cunt, pressing wet kisses to your collarbone as you cried out. He relished the sweet sound, surprised that you were able to keep your legs open as he started fingerfucking you.

He stretched you out almost forcefully, getting you all ready for him. Not that it mattered. No matter how much he prepped you, you never seemed to be able to handle it in the end. He curled his fingers up, hitting a sensitive spot that made your head spin. You shuddered and whined, his rough fingers pushing in and out of you at a hurried pace.

You were drowning in pleasure, a knot forming in your stomach as he relentlessly abused your poor cunt with restless hands. He pulled back from your chest, peering down at your face after what felt like ages. The sight was perfect, making his dick twitch in his pants. Your hair was a mess, bottom lip red and swollen from biting down on it so much, eyes watery, cheeks streaked with a few loose tears.. it drove him crazy, his fingers curling up more and more as he chased his own desire to see you finish under him.

Your hands fell from his hair, one of them shooting down to grab at his forearm in an attempt to slow his pace. You let out a sob, receiving too much pleasure at once. You tried to close your legs, but he just opened them up yet again, keeping his hand on your thigh so he could keep them spread.

"N-no- no please, it's too much!" you stammered, the knot getting tighter and tighter in your abdomen. He smiled down at you, continuing his movements. He wasn't about to let you feel the sweet relief of a break, his pace remaining consistent the whole time.

"You can take it, come on," he urged. He knew you were sensitive, but he wasn't about to let up, your walls clenching around his fingers as he plunged them in and out of you. All at once, you felt the knot snap, your legs beginning to shake and your arms wrapping around his neck as you came undone on his fingers. Your back arched, chest pressing up against his as it all crashed down on you. He kept fingering you, his other arm wrapping around your lower back and holding you close to him.

"Attagirl, that's it. There you go," he cooed, letting you bury your face in his neck. He could feel you relax around his fingers as you lowered yourself back onto the bed, shuddering. You shook in his grasp, your mind foggy and your legs weak. When you came down from your high, tears were still dripping down your face, wetting your heated cheeks. Kappa pulled back after a moment, ignoring your needy whine and pulling his fingers out of you. You flinched, eyes fluttering open, just in time to see him greedily sucking your cum off his fingers. You huffed, trying to shut your legs so you could get up.

"Ah- none of that, we aren't finished," he said, sitting up. He quickly yanked his shirt over his head, pushing his hair back before starting to undo the button on his pants. You realized what he meant, eyes widening a bit.

"I can't," you insisted, a look of panic flashing across your face. He got his pants and boxers off his waist, adding them to the littered floor before settling between your legs, taking your thighs in hand.

He yanked you closer, his cold rings pressing into your skin as he rubbed his red, wet tip over your clit. He gasped under his breath, but your surprised moan drowned it out, your thighs jerking his hands. He chuckled quietly, releasing one of them so he could grab his base and line himself up with your used pussy.

"You've taken it before, you can do it again," he scoffed. You shivered, unable to close your legs as he teased your folds. He tapped himself on your sensitive clit before moving down, pushing his tip past your soaked lips. You both gasped this time, your abdomen jolting. It stung a bit, but you just tried to breath through it, your eyes moving down to what he was doing to you.

He eased himself in pretty quick, only giving you a moment to adjust before he started pushing his hips back and forth, groaning at the feeling of you fluttering around his cock. You emitted a broken moan, your head falling back as you felt his lower abdomen brush against your clit. He was pushing every inch in, going at a gradually rising pace.

"O-oh! Oh, fuck, wait," you begged, the pleasure that spread through you overstimulating your delicate cunt. He gave you a fake pout as he fucked you faster, tilting his head at you.

"What, it's too much for you? You poor thing, too tight for me," he purred, releasing your thigh and leaning down. He rested a hand next to you to hold himself up, his other one reaching down to start rubbing at your clit. He moaned quietly when you tensed around him, his head falling forward and his hand pressing gently on your stomach.

The way you were squeezing around him was making him get noisier, his breathing ragged. You were already fighting your second release, trying to keep yourself from cumming. Kappa noticed, because you always did that, his eyes narrowing slightly as he rubbed your clit with firmer, quicker motions. He knew you were just trying to avoid overstimulation, but he wasn't gonna let you.

Your hand shot down as you tried to push his abdomen away, another orgasm rippling through you. He kept fucking you, ignoring your pleading cries and weak attempts to push him off. You wrapped your legs around his waist, tryinh to anchor yourself to reality while you came down yet again. It was overwhelming, too many sensations happening at once.

"Please! Please, I'm begging you, it's too much!" you blubbered, managing to get him to slow down his hips for a second. You thought he was gonna lean down, maybe comfort you and fuck you nice and slow, let you ride it out gently.

You thought wrong.

He grasped your hips, giving you a dark smile as he stared at your desperate face. He didn't stop his hips, leaning down and beginning to speed up all over again, his lips leveling with your ear.

"Just a little more, be good f'me," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the space just below your earlobe. He was getting needier with his movements, pounding you with heavy, quick thrusts. The overwhelming pleasure made your legs shake around his waist, the sound of him moaning in your ear sending you closer and closer to release number three.

His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his eyes fluttering shut as his own orgasm neared. He had been so focused on you that he hadn't realized how close he was to his release, how good you felt around him. He felt that you were gonna cum again, slamming himself into you with such desperation, such need.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he moaned, his voice cracking into a whimper as he pushed his lips against your neck to muffle himself. Your abdomen was tensing up, spasming and twitching as he forced you over your third and finally climax. You felt huge bursts of profuse pleasure crashing down on you, your mind going blank and your legs tightening around his hips.

The feeling of you coming undone was enough to send Kappa hurtling over the edge, his hips slamming against yours as he pushed himself as deep as he could go. Filthy words that you couldn't process left his lips, too fucked out to realize what he was saying. He filled you up with heavy, raspy groans, his hands finally relaxing on your hips as he slowed to a stop.

He didn't pull out, pressing weak kisses along your neck, trailing them up. He was trying to comfort you a little, the reality of how harsh he was starting to dawn on him. Not that he regretted it..

He cracked a smile when he saw your face, a hand reaching up to tap your forehead with his index.

"You okay up there?" he teased, to which you couldn't come up with a response. You were a trembling, cockdrunk mess, overstimulated and dazed. He laughed quietly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your nose before wrapping his arms around you, beginning to lift you up off the mattress.

"Alright, let's get you cleaned up," he muttered, slipping himself out of you as he moved. He held your legs around his waist, letting you lay your head on his shoulder while he moved you somewhere you could both clean up.

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A/N: mb for using the word 'folds' 💀. i was running out of options, okay? anyways, this request was sooo fun to write, ty anon! not proofread at all yet, but i hope you enjoyed <3!

P.S. ik it's not paced the best, just bear with me 😭. im still getting the hang of writing longer fics!

[pruneunfair]

"My feelings on" part 9: Resetting lady, how it uses too much edginess and shock value, examples of edginess done well.

I normally can reread a book rather easily even if it was awful but this one took the whole cake, it was painful to go back and fourth to read.

Synopsis: essentially the FL Karen has died and came back over 100 times (the exact number can vary based on translation but it's usually 117) and because of the endless cycle of dying, regressing, trying different tactics only to die again. Karen officially goes off the deep end and becomes a lunatic.

The synopsis sounded like the beginning of a creepy pasta which really intrigued me into reading 20 chapters but after 5 chapters it stopped being interesting and just got confusing. So to keep readers interested, I've noticed that the plot of resetting lady relied on shock value from it's edgy story line. Within the first few chapters Karen already kills someone via strangulation, at first you think it's Isella, a snobby rich girl who got Karen killed a few times before but its revealed it was actually a maid named Nancy (who also killed Karen in one of her past lives) and thats only one of the deaths. Now obviously that doesn't make the story bad on it's own, after all the summary of the book tells you she's going to murder people.

HOWEVER it's how its executed that makes it honestly cringe worthy. The vibes I got from Karen seemed like a mix of Jeff the killer and someone's joker impression. Like a self insert you'd make when you had a bad day and you want something to get that anger out of you. There's also times where there's just little build up and BOOM! someone dies by Karens hands, some of the characters honestly don't even deserve death.

The plot also jumps back and fourth and since the translation isn't that great it became tiring to actually read it. The ortolan chapters for example started out with a good idea of the dishes resembling greed but then it just got dragged out and confusing. I see what its trying to do but ehh.. it feels as if less effort was put into it so all the time could be spent on the blood and violence, most of it is either just political story lines that get dragged on or a true crime plot

Its not like it's impossible to have edgy content either there's 2 ways edginess can work.

1: serious plot with balanced edginess

Sister im the queen in this life is an example of a serious plot with balanced edgy humor, I may not like it too much but it balances the edgy tone with a light hearted moments relating to Arabella and Alfonso along with the blood and violent behavior being kept at a minimum, Ariande may be a little unhinged and is an evil person but she still works for the most part because her character doesn't feel embarrassing to follow all the time. Another example of media with a lot of edgy humor is an anime I'm a big fan of: Devilman Crybaby, a 10 episode anime that starts off with a lot of gore and TONS of sexual humor but evolves into a deep and tragic tale about two friends ever-growing toxic relationship and how it led to the sucker punch of an ending. I would explain further but honestly Devilman Crybaby is an anime you should watch yourself all the way through to get the full feeling.

The second example of how edgy humor can be done correctly is: A goofy storyline with lack of an actual plot full of as much edgy humor as possible. Now this style is less liked seeing as it's not for everyone (for good reason too) but sometimes you will find yourself a funny dark humored show or book that's just shock humor but it's the right setting and tone to have that level of edge lord humor. Robot chicken is an example of this style and yes it has started to devolve in a lot of ways but nevertheless remainds iconic for its style and humor.

What makes Resetting lady worse then these examples? It tries to be a serious plot with complex characters yet it still tries to hamfist in constant blood and death combined with long arcs that keep bouncing back and fourth. It doesn't have the entertaining plot to keep you invested and it's shock value humor gets old quick when you realize it's the same thing your supposed to be rooting for.

But by far the worst thing resetting lady has done was this

Karen SA's her fiancé and continously disrespects him when he tells her no. This was what really ruined Karen's character and honestly the entirety of the comic when you realize they want you to sympathize with a sexual abuser.

Now I'm the queen in this life and robot chicken dont handle SA great either but at the very least when there is SA you aren't expected to sympathize with the perpetrator, Resetting lady however pushes it to the side because she's unhinged and a troubled FL so that means she's immediately justified in the eyes of the narrative.

By now I stopped reading the rest of it because it was becoming a genuine chore.

Conclusion: Edgy humor and shock value have its place and making a story revolving around said humor isn't bad on its own as long as it's executed properly but resetting lady executes it in one of the worst ways possible, the humor is stale, most of the characters are either extremely unlikable yet your supposed to like them or they have little personality, only ones I was more interested in were Isella and Dulan.

[fandomscraziness22]

ok this is mostly a list for @tangledstarlight who asked for bellarke fic recs, but is also for anyone who wants them!

alrighty im gonna kinda put these in some semblance of an order-ish lol, we shall see how it goes

vengeance is a dish best served cold -- slight au from 1x09, ANGST YESSSSS i love this fic so much we love to see early bellarke The meeting with the Grounders didn't go quite as planned. Now they're torturing Clarke, and hell hath no fury like Bellamy scorned.

Tears of August -- au from s2 ending, very long and not finished fic but i remember it being very good. accidental baby acquisition! and bellarke cuteness! this one is kinda famous i think?? i don't think i ever fully read it all lol She grabbed his hand and held it tight, checking over her shoulder. “Listen, okay. I’m his mother now, and I always will be, but he wasn’t always mine, Bellamy. I found him.”

who's taking care of you? -- s2finale au where bellarke are stuck in a cave and clarke has to reckon with what mount weather did to bellamy I thought about how the show never acknowledged Bellamy's torture in Mount Weather once it was over and it made me so mad that I wrote 7000 words about it.

so this is how rumors get started -- s2au where bellarke gets mistaken for being married lol, i enjoyed this one a lot! (is rated E for steamy stuff so if that's not your jam then no worries) Or: Bellamy is not as fluent in Trig as he thinks he is

then the ice runs through her veins -- 3x04 divergent, bellamy captured/tortured and clarke to the rescue GOD I LOVE ANGSTY BELLARKE The Ice Nation takes Bellamy hostage in an effort to learn Clarke’s secrets. Or — Azgeda tries to get at Wanheda through her greatest weakness, but Clarke’s not about to just let the Ice Queen send her Bellamy’s head in a box.

Common Ground -- season 4 speculation fic, INCREDIBLE i have reread this one multiple times Or: Earth is the Titanic, and there aren't enough lifeboats. Bellamy doesn't think he deserves to be on one. listne i know that's the description but that STICKS WITH ME!!!!!

you still have hope? -- s4 THE LIST SCENE i'm pretty sure i have a bunch of these ones saved lol because how can you not??? Clarke is no Titan, but in the rare quiet moments when Bellamy brings up ancient myths, she can’t help but empathize with Atlas. Except instead of the weight of the world on her shoulders, it is in the palm of her hand, millions of pounds weighing down her pen as she marks the page, each swoop of her handwriting taking strength Clarke isn’t sure she has. It’s not a burden she chose to carry, but now it’s one she must. If she doesn’t bear this weight, who will?

Bites, Bites -- another s4 List scene!! “The new hundred,” Bellamy observes from over her shoulder. She hadn’t realised he was standing right behind her. “Why is it always a hundred?” “The universe must have a taste for irony," she says, tapping the pen on the desk. She's getting very tired of the universe's antics of late.

you were clearly meant for more, than a life lost in the war --post s4, the Ring hears Clarke once a year. unfinished but soooooooo good and sad!!!! (They hear from Clarke once a year, and this is how it happens, but first: first, they mourn.)

is he alright, all alone? -- another post s4 sad bellamy fic because that's who i am as a person They’ve all tried different ways to get him to open up, so to speak.

The Wall Between Us -- 5x10 au clarke goes back to fight for bellamy, i don't remember this one as well but i do know it was good!! Clarke goes back to the bunker to fight for Bellamy's life, even though his words from the day before echo in her mind, reminding her where she really stands.

Come Get A Hold Of Me -- s6 touchstarved Clarke my absolute beloved, this fic i have also reread multiple times and i love it Clarke is overwhelmed by the intensity of being around a civilization after six years of solitude with Madi. She is also very touch-starved. Bellamy notices.

and it goes like this -- s6 clarke thoughts about bellamy! Clarke has always known Bellamy loved her. She’s just never thought she was good enough for it.

Forfeit -- 6x12 speculation, feat. bellarke kissinggggggg to throw off the suspicions we love to see it When Russell captures Bellamy and demands proof of her identity, Clarke is forced to think fast.

We shall not cross into an unfamiliar land -- clarke can see ghosts and this fic is so good! (AU where Clarke see ghosts and is the Commander of Death in more than one way)

now for some AU fics!

It's something sinister to love (without regard for dear tomorrow) -- met on the ark/ghosts au, by our wonderful friend @pink-flame (who probs also has some good bellarke recs!!) When the ghost of the Alpha Station Princess turns up in his quarters, Bellamy knows he has enough on his plate without getting involved in her problems. He just wants her to figure out her unfinished business and move on. As things start to unravel on the Ark their relationship begins to change until he would follow her anywhere. Even hell.

Passing of the Skye Boat -- ok this is an outlander au that's pretty epic!! i know very little about outlander but i enjoyed this one! (s2 and on becomes au) After returning from war as an army nurse, Clarke and her fiancé are exploring Washington D.C. as a way to relearn each other due to their time apart. But when Clarke stumbles across a NASA exhibit about ways to prevent the human race from dying from nuclear war – by way of livable space ship they are calling the ‘Ark’ – Clarke is transported elsewhere, and into another war.

If the Right One Came Along -- modern au where Clarke works at a library and Bellamy comes back home. it's really long but also really good!!!! The fact that it’s with her former best friend-slash-crush isn’t a big deal. After all, their arrangement is only for the few weeks he’s in town before he returns to his celebrity life. That’s definitely not enough time for her to fall for him again…

I Found Peace in Your Violence -- THIS IS THE COOLEST FIC I HAVE EVER READ!!! it's a very unique modern au where a "kill gene" has been found and they send everyone to a special school for it. i think of this one every time i hear that song, but also this is just such a good one. another long one, but man alive it's real good Clarke Griffin has it all. She’s popular, an artistic prodigy and has a wealthy family to boot. So when her perfect world comes crashing down around her, it’s time to sink or swim. She tests positive for the Homicidal Tendency Syndrome gene, also known as the kill gene. Clarke is plucked from her comfortable life and placed into a school with people just like her - carriers, delinquents.

What's A Little Quaffle Between Friends? -- hp au where Clarke has to patch up quidditch player bellamy a bunch, i remember this one being very witty and banter-y? (haven't read it in a while so don't quote me on that lol) Bellamy gets injured in a Quidditch game and gets sent to the hospital wing, where Clarke volunteers during her free periods. She checks up on him during the night, and the next time he gets injured, she happens to be there again. Then it keeps happening.

Your words on my skin -- modern soulmate au that's pretty cute! Clarke is nine when she realises she has a soulmate.

in grief, Demeter circles the earth -- super unique au, mashing s3 and s5 in a really cool way!! havne't read this one in a while but i remember it being amazing. also very long "Not a ship from the sea," Indra snaps, a split second before Monty draws in a sharp, shocked breath. "A ship from the sky." Clarke understands before the others do. "You think Skaikru did it," she says softly.

ok we gotta give @pawprinterfanfic props for coming up with such good au fics for them because ahhhhhhh these last ones are all by them!!!!

a castle in the clouds -- star wars au because why the heck not?? it's soooooo good i do love this one or: a princess falls in love with a criminal over the course of a week and a day

starry eyes and galaxy minds -- spiderman au that i remember being super cute and fun!!! Five times Clarke Griffin met Spider-Man and the one time she met Bellamy Blake.

Simple Pleasures -- hunger games au MY BELOVED this fic is long but soooooo good!!!! Clarke is a medic from District 6. More importantly, she’s a dangerous criminal in the eyes of the Capitol. It isn’t a surprise when she is reaped for the 45th Hunger Games; it’s the only way for the Capitol to silence her. Bellamy spent his life protecting his younger sister. When Octavia volunteers for the Games to honour their district, he knows it’s his responsibility to follow her into the arena. He would give anything for her to become the Victor, even his safety. When they meet in the Capitol, Clarke can’t deny the connection she feels to him. He makes her feel more than a sacrifice. He makes her feel hope. She knows it’s dangerous to trust others, especially when in the arena, but why deny herself some final few simple pleasures?

Paint me in Trust -- MY OTHER FAV FIC OF ALL TIME this is an hp au but like, set during the war where they're on the run AND IT'S SO GOOD!! very long and also rated E but that doesn't come in for a while and you could easily skip if wanted Somehow, she finds her way to a safe house where she meets with other wizards and witches on the run.

[correctproseka]

Ok but- and I am saying this with respect for your point of view bc I think you are correct on a wider societal level- I keep seeing this argument of 'There is more m/m fanfic therefore this fandom is lesbiphobic and misogynistic' and it has bothered me for a long time. As a queer girl myself, asexual and somwehere on the aro spectrum, who has many wlw ships and enjoys looking at art for them... I don't enjoy reading wlw or straight fics bc I subconsciously project myself into the relationships too much (this is also why i generally avoid reading straight romance books lol). When I read mlm fic, there's a degree of separation from me that means I can enjoy it without getting anxious about imagining myself in that position.

I'm not trying to be like 'oh woe is me i cant read yuri', im just explaining my own reasons, and trying to get across that other people have their own reasons for what they enjoy- ranging from long winded explanations like mine to 'idk I'm attracted to guys and I like writing about them'. People have preferences, and that comes across in most fandoms, even in heavily female casts like prsk. Like I mentioned, lack of wlw content IS an issue.... when it comes to mainstream media. But when it comes to fanfic... the majority of writers are queer, many are women, hell, some of the most prolific writers of mlm fic I know are lesbians. People have their own reasons for writing what they like, and they do it for FREE. I think it's silly to say a fandom is misogynistic when most of these fandoms are full of queer female writers writing what they want to write.

And again I say this with respect because I do see where you're coming from- instead of saying 'write less mlm', because absolutely one will listen to that.... say 'write more wlw'. Write what you want to see in the world! More fics are always a good thing!! And if you don't want to read about guys, that's what the ao3 filters are for lol.

If you actually read all this, thank you, I really appreciate it. Sorry for yapping in your ask box LOL I just wanted to express my opinion on this topic bc it's something that I care about a lot. Also, like I said, while I don't read fic for it I still love wlw ships so..... ANHANE YURI FOREVER 🌈🌈🌈🌈

See, the thing is, i agree with you, but is that really the only reason for A LOT of people?

What im advocating is not for people to write less mlm, is for they to look at themselves and wonder why they like it more, i know a lot of people who claim to like the boys more for this reason or that, then turn around and act completely misogynistic 5 seconds later, some of them in this fandom, even.

Im just saying that in a fandom with way more girls than boys, it makes not much sense how much more content of the boys there is.

The ao3 filters exist, yes, but they dont stop me from having barely any content even on bigger wlw shipps, from rereading the same fics over and over again because that's all I have for days/weeks, months even on the leoni/mmj side of fandom.

Sincerely, I have myself over 50 prsk fics, only one includes mlm and that one is a multi, focused mainly on platonic ships, and is still somehow my most famous fic.

I see your point, really, and I agree with it, but it only comes so far in a fandom like prsk where there's way more girls, or Alien Stage, that my friend got me into and the girls have been canon for so long but the boys have nearly always been more famous, even before they became "canon". As a wlw enjoyer its tiring to see this over and over again in every fandom im in, you know?

Plus, its not just not writing girls, its how the fandom ACTS with them. Saki as just a fodder for Tsukasa angst, Honami might as well not even exist, Mizuki themselves exist only to be a friend to Rui to a lot of people, An and Kohane? They're only backgrounds on Akitouya, that is when An doesn't get in between the ship, of course. Emu can't even be shipped with one of the boys, because she's a child obviously, but she can be shipped with Nene, just leave her to the side its alright.

Its a lot of double standards, and not only "not writing fics", the fics are just a quick way of showing what I mean.

[crguang]

violinist au kafka hit the second tower. but actually she's so annoying😭 she needs to shut up atp. but this actually driving me crazy. like the monday after the friday bus ride...her driving by that store a couple times a week just to see r in the window, she's awful. love serval just lying to r so they'd see each other again, loved that, but she didn't know how much kafka sucks. also blade driving, is he actively suicidal in this au still? honestly i feel like blade would be a bad driver, but on purpose, and kafka doesn't seem like the type to drive if there's someone else to do it. her annoying r on purpose and comparing them to when they were both teenagers was great, esp with the contrast after she makes her cry. also her smiling perpetually as part of her mask is also very interesting to me, but i did love this part bc kafka would def come off as a rich asshole if she wasn't a criminal already. and her just like staring in disbelief when she made r cry like it's literally not her fault. she's so good at hiding her emotions too, ugh. and her giving her card too, is she even real. (she is unfortunately not.) the angst is killing me, but in the good way, (how many rereads is between me and my history). this au is amazing.

btw forgot to mention ur so right, folklore is the album for this au. personally seven was never one of my faves, but it fits so well with this au, yea. would have more thoughts but I'm about to fall asleep.

very glad I have this week off uni tho, (thanksgiving) very not looking forward to seeing my relatives and I'm applying to a writing program, but instead I'm yapping about kafka, so really great productivity coming from me. I also got an arcane s2 spoiler abt one of the favs as soon as I opened tumblr, I literally blocked all the arcane tags, fml hate being on the internet sometimes. I have to wait to watch it bc my friend is driving 3 hours for a visit and we're watching it together.

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HEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE UR COMMENTSSS kafka’s so obvious but especially to blade since hes the one driving her around lmfao. hes still suicidal otherwise a big part of his character would be missing i feel like, kafka’s just the bravest😭😭😭 he’d never crash the car with her in it… maybe. i think hes a good driver he just has to fight demons every day. k def can come off as a snob sometimes but thats because of the way she dresses and her confidence + her picky tastes 😭 if i saw her in the streets i personally would just think thats a sexy rich lady but maybe im biased. i’d say she looks nice tho bc of her constant smile. she came in that store with a mission and got bamboozled by the consequences of her actions like shes too funny fr. making r cry then giving them her business card shes actually crazy hdhfnfmf there is so much lore to this au im only writing the parts that make me go insane but like the whole thing is just so great, i havent had a story obsess me like this in a while and the best part is that im making it up so i can add whatever i want 😋 even started a pinterest board first them… like we’re really deep in this

hope thanksgiving isnt too tedious but at least youre free of uni for a week and u can sleep as much as u like !! i havent watched arcane yet either, i might do it when i get home but im also pretty tired so we’ll see. hope u and ur friend have fun tho

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 15

welcome the the fifteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. there, nestled against his pulse by @hiuythn

stop why are you doing this to me stop it stop it stop--

klance soulmate au where your right wrist has the first words your soulmate says to you, and the left holds the last words they'll say to you. super sad, so much angst, and i've been informed it'll make you sob until you choke.

1. there, nestled against his pulse (the main story, from Keith's POV) 2. this is what love looks like: (tnahp from Lance's POV + 38k of sequel content) 3. roll credits (deleted/extra scenes and additional headcanons)

okay. i am so desperately obsessed with this fic, i was obsessed with it the first time i read it and im obsessed with it now. and yes i know i did all hiuythn fics last week and i promise i wont this week. BUT i have a set of comments associated with this fic bc it is Just That Good and so i shall present them to u now:

- literally the funniest characterization of shiro i’ve ever read. this shiro is gay and tired. this shiro unironically and frequently says “move. i’m gay” and gets away with it at the garrison. this shiro has been through A Lot and just wants to fucking retire - allura here is so so funny she’s such a badass. she’s giving “i love shiny things! like the shine of your spilled blood on the floor if you say that dumb shit one more fucking time!!” we stan a queen. - coran is a Mood. this man is desperately trying to reign in four teenagers and two young adults and just wants to go to bed and also he cares for them all so so much. ultimate dad - pidge is Mischief Personified. she is a brat and i adore her. she’s here to cause problems and by god she will succeed - hunk is so done it’s so fucking funny. “that’s literally impossible.” he’s a genius and he knows it, he’s glad to call you out on your bullshit. he doesn’t even TRY to pretend he can keep a secret and/or handle drama god what a mood - don’t even get me started on klance!! they’re so funny omg. the banter is EXQUISITE. lance and keith adore each other so much and they’re so badass. literally the coolest power couple fight scenes ever to be made, i do adore. gosh. and the ROMANCE they are so devoted to each other i’m emotional - honourable mention of lance’s legs and keith’a Soft Squishy Feelings that are mentioned so often that they’re characters. iconic. all in all, the best way to describe this series is Gay and Tired. i love it and i’m sad to see it end. i will be rereading it an embarrassing number of times. infinity/10

2. all the little things by @jilliancares

Or: 5 times Keith let Lance get away with things that he'd never let anyone else do, and 1 time Lance realized that he was, apparently, special

oblivious lance will always be funny to me. and the idea of keith just letting lance get away with Everything and Everyone knowing how whipped he is except for lance himself?? peak humour. never not funny

3. Full Disclosure by @dragonomatopoeia

Keith is impulsive and straightforward when it comes to most things, and emotions are no exception. It's no surprise, then, that when he realises that he might have developed a crush on Lance, he tries to tell him immediately. Unfortunately, it's very hard to account for both circumstance and who Lance is as a person.

Alternatively: Four Times Keith Tried to Confess and One Time Lance Actually Understood

more 2016 eliteness!! this fic is hilarious. and also its number one selling quality is that all of the characters are trans and nd i literally love that for them. nonbinary hunk loml

4. catch me, before i fall by @pastelrainbow

‘We are a good team.’

Even now, just recalling the way Lance had smiled as the words left his lips, made Keith’s heart race and his cheeks redden. Lance had never looked at him so fondly before. No boy ever had. The thought of it made a sigh escape his lips and Keith hunched his shoulders, a pout tugging his lips downwards.

Curse my weak gay heart.

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a what if keith caught lance outside his cryo-pod.

the idea of keith being a suave casanova with more game than aphrodite herself but immediately going bright red and hissing when shiro teases him. peak dynamic. absolutely nailed siblings 

5. of demons and dates by spartona (faveour)

Three times Keith scares Lance shitless with his ghost shenanigans, and one time Lance tries to retaliate.

first of all. BFU KLANCE BFU KLANCE BFU KLANCE. second of all. the  “we’ve BEEN dating u dumbass ily” trope is so funny to me. i will never get over it

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

CKB hear me out. Haters will say it's fake but ....... blanche youngest child. The Victorian maid garb? He's tired of being in the shadows of those before him and is trying to set his own identity. Extreme violence? A big ol temper tantrum and cry for attention. I dare say i would lean on him being youngest child just because Lev fits the disaster middle child ALL too well 😮‍💨.

I see why some will say Lev as the youngest but i feel like he's suuuuch a middle kid like, even if he's stupid, he'd having a good time and that's all he cares about. I feel like youngests are actually more deceitful and tricky wheras middle kids are pretty true to themselves and more easygoing? Like them youngest kids are used to sneaking around and just so cunning, showing different faces (not unlike blanche who does a 180)

Like blanche, yves can also fit all 3 perfectly. He does kinda seem like the overstressed, overworked, will nag out of love, can never relax, will shoulder responsibility for you eldest child (i feel like eldest children also have a really clean aesthetic? Middle kids are either cozy wear or pop the Fuck off. And youngest kids are always flashy but in their own way and my god if that isnt blanche 💀)

Also i feel like eldest kids (yves) have a great fear or failure and losing things so theyre lowkey control freaks. Youngest kids (blanche) are oddly possessive and entitled like they think the last slice of pizza is their god given right. And middle kids (lev) are so used to losing things that they get obsessive over the things they do have, and a bit pathetic abt it if they feel it slipping away.

Youngest kid blanch really does seem like a big brat (but who cares) to me. Like he sees reader as his dead pet hamster that he accidentally squeezed to death trying to hug it but he refuses to believe it's dead so he keeps leaving food out for it and stroking it. Middle kid Lev sees you as a cute hamster and buys you cool wheels and a rolling ball and toys and sleeps with you in his bed. Eldest Yves will not allow anything to happen to pet hamster so he has a seperate temperature controlled room for it, homemade pellets, probably wipes hammies ass after it poops and everything.

This was just my random musing though and im excited to see what you end up making the order!!

Also i think i was ur 🐰 anon and i used to send in all those theories for language barrier LOL. Ummmmm the bunny thing *totally* didn't have to do with Lev, so, uh, don't tell Blanche, my latest hyperfixation 🤭 (or Cyprus because goddamn-)

🐰 anon

🐰 anon also said: Oh! Also feel like blanche would be a lot younger than the other two. Like modern au or whatever if they were all together, yves moved out when blanche was a kid (because he was independent) lev was never home bc he was always out and just kinda ended up living w one of his friends (never 'officially' moved out but he's living elsewhere) and followed the party life, and blanche was probably raised and spoiled by a family elder, making him feel like an 'old soul born in the wrong generation'. But hold onnn i didnt know therewas a blanche pt 2, lemme go read that and see if it changes things LOL 🐰 anon

🐰 anon also said: no blanche is actually so middle/youngest child coded it's insane bc i refuse to let go of middle child lev (actually i need to give bunny a reread before that too, and ofc more content on him when it comes out lol) but brooooo them youngest kids be weird as FUCK like, smth abt blanche feels like he's playing dressup, pretending and trying so hard to be this old fashioned adult gentleman, meanwhile yves actually is more calculated, composed and knows what to do for his shit. I actually initially thought of yves being the youngest but i feel like blanche being youngest fits so much better imo. Like blanche is just here to do his own shit, he's a bit selfish, and pushes for hinself. Yves puts his responsibility first and pushes for reader. Plus yves has that blonde mom in target drinking a coffee doing 3 hours of shopping in 12 minutes before her next hot yoga class and thats soooo eldest child coded. Idk something abt blanche as a person (not a character) seems so underdeveloped and child like in a disturbing yet innocent way? 🐰 anon

🐰 anon also said: "unromancable, unfuckable weirdo." No im sorry Blanche is actually the youngest child Bunny anon

Holy fuckin shit bunny anon always comign in with a banger , yess that's what im talking about them tasty brain chews i like i like

shid man like u really lay out their vibes and everything and even imagined them in modern AUs , presented evidence and cited your source like what the fuck this is such a good analysis like damn bro i fr appreciate the enthusiasm

Like all the stuff you sair fr made sense even to someone who has no siblings, its as if i had those little shits living in the same house as me and i observed the dynamic, like yeah damn Yves really fit the oldest child

Its really fitting cause if you think about it, they're all like centuries old or whatever and both Yves and Leveret are pretty youthful looking with no grey hairs- they went on their own quests to preserve their looks, Whereas Blanche is considered to be the most unkempt out of the three with his salt and pepper hair growing uncontrollably to the back of his knees, no manicures just natural long nails but he's still considered youthful cause ykno 50 year old looking man vs his actual 5 million year old age , but it just shows that he doesn't care about looking youthful as much as his older brothers

i notice the older siblings from other relatives and friends they tend to looksmaxx more than the younger ones. and they try to keep up trends, like Yves and Leveret is pretty modern whereas Blanche is fuckin ancient with his stuff, mannerisms and dressing up

and yes he is ironically the most immature (as in childlike) of them all, even tho leveret is like spontaneous and has his slipups, but damn bunny anon like ur analysis is always bangers like what the hell bro i love them and i love you

[transbunnyboi]

okay so i’ve been writing and rewriting how i wanna start this off like for the past— five-ish minutes , and i’m getting nowhere , so 🤷🏻 but , i need advice .

so i guess for context , me n my partner have like a 40-something mile distance between us , and neither of us drive so we can’t just come up and see each other whenever we want , so the only sex we have is over the phone .

but , they’re coming down in april to stay for a couple days . i can’t wait , very fuckin’ excited n happy to see them .

another but , though , is that it’s the first time we’re seeing each other in person . so , nervous as all hell (excited nonetheless though) .

granted , i don’t expect anything to happen in bed , since it’s the first time we’re seeing each other face to face . but , in case something does happen , i’d like to ask if you have any tips on topping/domming . ‘cause the only experience i have with being dominant is over the phone ; i’ve only ever bottomed when i’ve hooked up with people in the past . so any advice would help greatly .

(also , didn’t know where to put this , but i reread your intro n it said to put an age when first sending an ask , and i don’t know if that’s just for the anon discord server or both but just to be safe , im eighteen) ((also , could i be 🦷 anon if that isn’t taken ??))

Hey!! It's okay!! Thank you for adding your age, that's a new rule I've put in, and you did it correctly :3 I've actually been in long distance relationships before, and I completely understand. Tips for domming: PRAISE. Okay, so you clearly (or probably) already know the things that make your partner react, but it all depends on what kind of dom you are.

You could be a soft/service dom, which is more what I am most of the time if I top. I praise a lot, petting their hair, kissing them a lot "You're doing so well, you're so good. Is this okay? Does this feel good?" The other type I am is more of a brat than a dom but mainly mocking/slightly rude, I'm pretty tired so I can't really explain this one but I'm sure you can find stuff about this all over tumblr!!

When topping, you have to ask if things feel good. Constantly check up on them, make sure they're liking everything that's going on, ask before doing something new.

Of course, you could also be a submissive top, which includes all of the things I've listed above but with begging as well, along with the things I've listed for the soft dom, too. I can't think of more stuff, but I know there are, so let me know if there's more you'd like to know <3