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fleur-bbyy · 2 years ago

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I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE

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⭒pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem! reader.

⭒wc: 4.8k

⭒warnings: SEX (MINORS DNI), continuation of the porn!au, characters are aged up to 21+, reader is not of a certain skin color, use of names like ‘bunny,’ daddy kink, spanking with belt, live camming, mentions of; onlyfans, pegging, plugs, fingering (f! receiving), cunnilingus, slight breath play, small part of m! receiving oral, degrading, if I forgot anything I will update this later on!

⭒author’s note: y’all the amount of times I had to change the fake usernames to not accidentally tag someone is crazy. will scream, cry, and throw up if I still somehow managed to.

part one.

“you still wanna go through with it?”

“fuck yeah. show that fucker what he’s missing with us.”

it’d been a few months since you and katsuki had professionally filmed together for the first time. watching the opportunity for a decent cash flow get even bigger after more and more sick bastards wanted to see the two of you together. becoming a little more than professional acquaintances as you filmed together more and more.

it felt like the two of you could only keep growing until that douchebag that calls himself a director publicly shit on both of your names. calling the two of you ‘unprofessional’ and a slew of other names, even going as far to say he could’ve ‘done it without the both of you’ whilst he basked in the glory of his first successful porno. your ranks and ratings didn’t drop that much, but it was enough to piss the two of you off.

so now here the pair of you are, about to prove to that dickhead director that you didn’t need him, he needed you.

“it’s just been a while since i’ve cammed live. I feel like i’m back at the beginning again.”

“i bet. we’ve all come a long way though.” he stood up from where he was sat at the laptop perched upon your desk, angled towards the chaise lounge in your room. everything was set and ready with a timer counting down from five minutes. for some reason you were nervous about camming again.

maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t done so in so long.

or maybe it was that you didn’t know what the hulking blond standing over you had in store.

“we still have four and a half minutes left,” he rough hand stroked your soft cheek, “wanna let me get a little taste before you start, bunny?” his free hand cupped your cunt covered with white lace.

“nuh-uh. don’t spoil yourself now or you’ll have nothing left in you in a few.” you pushed him off and walked over to where the laptop was set up to check the countdown once more. making sure to shimmy your hips as you walked to show off your cute ass to him.

he already felt quite feral just looking at you. body clad in skimpy, white lingerie with cute little bunny ears on your head and a cotton tail attached the the back of your thong. the thigh-high socks squeezed the fat of your thighs so perfectly his cock was already straining against his jeans.

“have it your way, princess, but remember who’s in charge today. no shitty scripts to follow, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” you didn’t know whether you should feel more aroused or terrified at the thought. you’ve seen his videos from when he was amateur. unscripted, he was ruthless. fucking whoever was with him in the most insane, body-contorting positions, having them drool all over themselves. you weren’t ashamed to admit that you had touched yourself many times before to the sound of the filth that he spoke into the mic.

“it’s almost time, bunny. c’mere and sit with me.” he beckoned you over to the lounge with a wiggle of his index finger. he was shirtless with his chest lightly oiled. you eyed the way his pecs and stomach glistened under the light every time he shifted. he switched out his jeans and boxers to just a pair of grey sweats with nothing underneath. you loved the way his trail of wispy, blond hairs started just below his naval and disappeared below the waistband.

he had you sitting with your back to his chest. he held you tightly, already copping a feel on your chest. kneading and pinching the fat of your breasts. he had your legs placed over his spread ones, making you completely open for the camera. your little thong barely covered a thing and was getting eaten by your lips. he used his other hand to slide down your body and gently rub your clit over the cloth.

you almost forgot what you were about to be doing until you heard the familiar pinging sound from money being sent in. this little cam show was pretty well advertised on both of your socials and even by some of your friends in the industry, so it was really not surprise that people were already sending tips in. you soon heard bakugo pipe up. his voice moderately loud so the microphone could pick it up.

“awh, bunny, hear all those horny bastards that already are spendin’ shit on you? we’ve barely done anything yet” you quickly nodded your head, wiggling your hips to try and get his hand to move faster.

“where are your fuckin’ manners?” he took the hand that was kneading your tits and brought it up to your neck, fastening his thick fingers around and lightly squeezing. you let out a small ‘thank you’ which you thought wouldn’t be enough. thankfully, bakugo had mercy right now.

he kept toying with your cunt, continuously growing wetter and wetter. your arousal now seeping through your thong and spreading onto your plush thighs. also dripping down onto bakugo, leaving a wet patch on his pants.

“already makin’ such a mess. you want it bad, don’t you?” he lightly slapped your already sensitive clit, sending jolts of electricity down your spine and do your core.

“yes. so bad.” you felt like a virgin that couldn’t make a complete sentence and your cheeks started to burn. it was kind of hard to feel embarrassed when you’re in your industry, but the way he toyed with you flipped a switch inside.

“yes what?” he stopped touching you and roughly pinched your nipples, eliciting and piercing whine from you.

“yes daddy.” his cock twitched beneath you at the sound of your voice.

“good fuckin’ girl. why don’t you turn around and show them the pretty little ass of yours?” he unhooked your legs from his and brought them together so you could stand. you slowly got up, making sure to not lose your footing since your legs already felt like jelly. you heard the pinging start up again when you turned around and bent over slightly, wiggling your hips back and forth causing your ass to shake.

“come sit back down on me. daddy’s gonna play with you too, yeah?” you straddled his still-spread legs and his hands instantly found place on the fat of your ass. kneading, pulling, and squeezing every inch. you could feel his hard-on pressing right against your clit and you dared to start grinding down on him. because of that action, you were met with a harsh slap to your ass.

“who the fuck said you could grind on me? needy fuckin’ slut.” he roughly slapped your ass again and tips started to roll in at the sight of the bright red hand prints now adorning your backside.

“oh fuck, think these bastards are gettin’ off to the sight of you gettin’ punished, huh? who wants to see some more?” he was wearing the charming smirk on his face as he soothed the burning, red spots with his hands. rubbing circles on you and tilting his head to kiss and nip at your neck. the pinging sound that rolled in again signified that people did want to see more.

“alright, little bunny, all fours f’me.” you rolled off of him as he stood up, the obvious tent in his pants making your mouth water. he sauntered his way behind the lounge as you got in position. you could see out of the corner of your eye that he had picked up the belt he was wearing half an hour ago, striking the sides of the belt together to make a loud slapping sound as he approached you once more.

you felt his hands run over the spot where your lower back curved as the fabric of the lounge dipped down behind you. he caressed your smooth skin for a few moments more before he spoke up again.

“you’re gonna take ten of these yeah?” he leaned down and gripped the sides of your chin, turning your head to look towards him and the camera. “and you’re gonna count, lose your place and we start over. don’t fuck up and you get a reward. got that?” you furiously nodded your head and he cocked a warning brow at you. he let go of the death grip he had on your chin and lightly patted your cheek two or three times. you heard the leather of his belt slap against itself one more time before it was striking you.

your legs and cunt were both quivering as he delivered each blow to your sensitive skin. every strike was met with more pinging sounds as money was sent you way. your ass was covered in red spots and sore to the touch. he wasn’t entirely a monster, though, rubbing each area he hit with the palm of his hand after you struck you. despite the challenge, you didn’t lose your place and even thanked him afterwards. after the tenth was delivered, he pressed his soft lips to the spots most red and placed feather like kisses on you.

“so good f’me. so fuckin’ good f’me. daddy’ll give you what you want.” and with that he pushed your panties to the side and plunged two of his thick fingers in your wet heat. rapid fire fingering your aching pussy as he used his free hand to continue soothing the hot spots left on your ass from his belt.

the sight of your cute tears leaving mascara tracks down your pretty face in the screen of the laptop was enough to make him want to bust in his pants. the moans and whimpers that left your parted lips sounded so sweet, delicious even. and the feeling of your slick running down his middle and index finger was enough to make him lean down to lick your juices from the source as he replaced his fingers with his long tongue. his fingers found purchase again on your swollen clit, aching to be touched and he tongue-fucked you.

his movements were skillful. rubbing circles on your clit in a way the stimulated your nerves in just the right way. he worked his tongue oh so perfectly inside you, causing you to writhe under he touch. his free hand fisting at the fat of your ass.

he could tell that you were getting close by your moans increasing in volume and the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around his tongue. the pinging sound had slowed, pissing him off a bit.

“you wanna see this slut cum? pay the fuck up. we’re not doin’ this shit for free.” you whined when he pulled away from you, getting whatever the female equivalent of blue balls was. you dropped your top half down to the lounge, just leaving your ass in the air. you wiggled it a bit for the camera and for the blond staring at you through the laptop screen.

“shit, 15,000¥? these motherfuckers really are desperate. 20,000¥ and i’ll make this slutty bunny squirt.” he lightly ghosted his fingers over your pussy before deciding he wanted your panties that were still pushed to the side off. the strength of the explosive blond before you made you gush another bout of wetness as he tore them at the hips and pulled them off. even though you were desperate, you quietly whines at the loss. you really liked this lingerie set.

“oi, heard that shit. quit your bratty bitchin’ or you won’t cum until I do.” at that, he looked to the laptop and saw that someone had sent in the amount he requested and smirked.

“make sure to say ‘thank you.’” he dived back in your pussy, one hand on your clit, two fingers back in your cunt, and using his tongue to drink up any of your dripping slick. it wasn’t long before you felt that familiar pressure in your stomach and your hole started to twitch. shit, you were right there.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck thank you.. fuck.” your speech was slurred and words were jumbled together as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm. he growled at the way your cunt gushed for him and all over him, drinking up as much as he could.

“shit, that’s my good fuckin’ girl. stand up f’me and show them your drenched pussy.” you did as he said, already feeling so fucked out to disobey. he held you by your hips as you stood, steadying your balance. using one of his big hands to spread your cheeks apart to show off your fucked hole, groaning at your reflection in the camera.

“d’you bastards miss when she was a cam slut? because i sure fuckin’ do.” he rubbed the side of your hip and ass as he pressed little kisses to your skin. it wasn’t long before the chat was beginning him to take his dick out and for you to take your bra off.

“awww. they want you to get naked too.” you teased, ruffling his blond hair.

“‘m sure they just want my cock out because that means i’m closer to destroying your insides.” he teased right back at you, softly smacking your backside.

you felt gracious about him giving you a little breather. you loved your work, loved making people feel good, but you hated how everything was go, go, go once the camera started rolling. sometimes having to just stay in bed the next day so the poor spot between your legs could take a break. when you felt ready, you tapped his shoulder and gave him a quick nod when he looked up.

you straddled his lap once more and pawed at his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants. you just wanted him to stuff you full and you were willing to act out to get it.

“needy little whore arentcha? not fuckin’ you yet. on your knees.” he patted your face once more and got up with you to get you closer to the camera. only his lower half was in view, but your face and still-covered chest was on full display. you were visibly excited when he tugged his sweatpants down enough to free his rock hard dick. taking it into his hand and pumping it a few times before slapping your cheek with it.

“be a good bunny and open wide f’me.” as soon as you did so, he was shoving his cock in your mouth. fucking your face for true audience you’d garnered. you thought all you’d be getting was a rough face-fucking until he pushed his length all the way in. the tip of your nose was touching his groomed, blond hairs that grew from his pelvis. tears once again started to stream down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

“you want this bitch to breathe? 5,000¥. simple enough? ‘m lowballin’ because the slut seems desperate already.” he punctuated his last few syllables by lightly thrusting back and forth in your mouth. it still wasn’t enough for you to get a deep breath, but enough for you to not pass out.

as he looked at the screen, a specific ping of a donation caught his attention.

105,000¥ - fuck her now.

he pulled out and leaned down to where his face was in view. he gave you a moment to sputter and catch your breath before he was gripping you by the jaw to look at the camera.

“see how much they wanna pay for that sloppy cunt? whad’dya think?”

“mmmm, 20,000¥ more. my pussy’s worth it.”

“you fuckin’ heard her, pay up, bastards. or i’ll just fuck her off camera.” he finished his last word with another slap to your ass. his rough hand still had you by the jaw as he showed off your messy face. makeup smeared and mascara stains running down your hot cheeks. you smiled into the camera when you saw the notification come up that someone had sent the remaining amount of money.

“thank you, baby. bet you wish it was you here and not him. you’d treat me nice, right?” bakugo’s gaze bore into the side of your head as he listened to you flirt with whoever threw money your way. anything word you spoke that sounded remotely suggestive was like a buzzword for more tips to roll in. “mmm you want him to take my bra off? you’d better ask him nicely.”

he fixated his gaze off of you and onto the comments rolling in in the monitor. another 10,000¥ rolling in with the nice request that he strip you some more.

“you bastards are so fuckin’ desperate. bet you’re all touchin’ yourselves right now. waiting for her tits to be out before you bust.” he was standing behind you, unhooking the clasps on your bra and letting it drop to the floor. you were fully exposed for the camera now. the only thing remaining from your costume lingerie were your sheer thigh-highs and the bunny ears atop your head.

he reached around you tweak your hard nipples and play with the fat of your breasts, eliciting little moans from you.

“so fuckin’ pretty. she’s a pretty, pretty girl isn’t she?” his hand traveled down to your pussy and he ran a finger through the slit to assess if he needed to prep you or not. you were practically still dripping from earlier, slick running out of your needy cunt and spreading onto the insides of your thighs.

“time to make their money’s worth, bunny. ride my fuckin’ cock.” he sat back down onto the chaise lounge and beckoned you over with the curl of his index finger. the sight of him comfortably sprawled out with his sweatpants just lazily pulled down enough for his cock to be out made the ache between your legs throb even more.

“d’ya bitches wanna see her ass or tits bounce?” he kept you from sitting, rubbing up and down the side of your hips as his eyes focused in on the chat. responses were mixed with people who wanted to see either. a few comments sprinkled in about yours or his looks.

“looks like they can’t decide, we’ll do both.” he pulled you towards him and you straddled his lap in regular cowgirl. he rubbed the tip of his angry, red cock up and down your soaked slit. the look in his eyes was enough to make you gush another wave of arousal as he slowly eased in you. the stretch of him was welcomed by your warm walls and he bottomed out rather quickly from how horny you were. his tip lightly brushed your cervix, marking you squirm above him. he grabbed your hips and you kept an agonizingly slow pace.

“if you want him to split me open, i’m gonna need a little more from you, babies.” you looked over your shoulder and winked. your reflection in the screen was pretty, beautiful even. one of his hands was lazily placed on your hip and the other placed behind his head. the sight of him slowly disappearing and appearing again was a spectacular sight to see. the way his heavy balls lightly slapped your ass was heavenly and the taut muscles flexed on his spread thighs was probably enough to make someone cream in their pants.

the pinging had begun once again and you increased your pace each time a donation came through. he eventually was gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he began to thrust into you, hard and fast. your moans were already pornographically loud when you were at a slow pace, but now they filled the room with the sound of skin slapping skin.

“shit bunny, this cunt is so fuckin’ good. i can’t wait for you to make a mess on this dick.” you clenched down on him every time he spoke the filth that had gotten you off so many times before. your legs were beginning to tremble and your pussy was twitching in a way that told him you were close, right there even.

“fuck yes. cum on my cock.. ride that shit. show them how much of a dirty fuckin’ slut you are f’me.” his words coupled with his rough thrusts to punctuate the syllables sent you over the edge. your stomach felt white-hot as you creamed on him. he removed the hand from behind his head to spread your pussy lips and watch the glistening arousal flood his dick. the ring of your cum gathered on the base. that and your tits knocking together in his face made him slow himself to keep him from cumming too.

“hope y’got another one in ya. turn the fuck around and sit again.” you quickly got up and whined at the loss. katsuki growled at the sight of your hole already gaping for him.

you let out another whine of pleasure as you sat back on his cock again. your knees and shins were placed on both sides of his thighs and his arms were wrapped around the front of you to play with your tits as he started thrusting again.

he was rougher this time, removing one of his hands from your chest to move back down to your hip to keep you close to him. his feet were firmly planted in the carpet below you to keep up his pace without fault.

“play with your tits, sweets. show them how horny you are for daddy.”

“shit.. i love when daddy fills me up… fuck fuck fuck.” you brought your hands up to your chest to play with yourself and he brought his now-free hand to toy with your swollen clit. you loudly whimpered at the sensitivity when he was touching and fucking you at the same time.

“i feel you clenchin’ my shit. already gonna cum again? you really are a desperate slut for the camera.” he started slamming his hips into yours harder and you began to bounce at a pace that met his thrusts. he felt impossibly deep inside of you as your pussy squelched and gushed around him. he was now focused on your reflection in the screen. his eyes moved back and forth from the monitor to the real you. he loved being able to see your expressions whilst also being able to watch the way your peachy ass rippled and bounce as you met his rough thrusts.

“tell me.. fuck.. tell me how bad you want it.”

“daddy please I want it to badly. I need to cum and I need to be filled with yours.”

“oh, slutty bunny wants me to breed ‘er, that’s it, yeah?” you whimpered and nodded your head as he began to thrust even harder and deeper. hitting that special spot inside you that made your whole body feel like it was on fire. the crescendo of your moans and your pussy once again tightening on him told him you were almost over the edge, he was glad because he didn’t think he’d last much longer with the sight to behold in front of him.

after a few more rough thrusts and his cock dragging against your g-spot, you were once again coating the man in your release. squirting once again as he continued to ride you through your orgasm. your juices slid down his muscular thighs and onto the fabric below the both of you. you heard his growls get louder as he used your body to chase his own high. practically losing himself at the sight the clear liquid spewing from you.

“fuck bunny, y’gonna let me cum in you? fuck i’m gonna fill you up.”

a little ‘please’ was all you could get from your lips as your spent brain wasn’t thinking too clearly. he gripped your sore hips one last good time before he was spilling the contents from his balls into your overused hole.

“‘m cummin’.. fuck baby, god you feel so fuckin’ good when i’m flooding this pussy.” your body shivered as his words and the shallow thrusts he continued to pump into you. you felt impossibly empty when he slowed and lifted you off of him. that feeling soon being subdued by his thick, calloused finger tips collecting the cum that had leaked out and pushing it back into your cunt.

“know you’re fucked out, but bend over ‘n show them how pretty that pussy looks filled with my cum.” although tired, you gladly obeyed his request. standing up on wobbly legs to turn around and bend over like you’d done earlier, holding onto the edge of the lounge for stabilization.

“mmm, bet you guys wish this was yours stuffed in there, yeah?” you giggled and waved your ass back and forth as the pinging increased for a final time. katsuki grabbing your face and showing the audience how debauched and fucked out he had made you. you finished off the stream with a flirty ‘goodbye babies’ and a seductive wink before covering the camera with your hand and ending the stream.

you both watched the screen go black and light up again as the total revenue flashed across the screen. both of your eyes widened as you saw the number. you both expected into six fugures, you didn’t expect to be that well into six figures. it was more money made in a single stream than the two of you would made from a few pornos. the two of you decided the split the money equally as it made the most sense and was only fair.

the screen blackened again, this time the transcript of the comments lit up the screen. you decided to sit and read whilst the blond got up to redress.

“hey kats, they want me to peg you!” you say in front of the laptop, still naked as the day you were born minus the thigh-highs, and read through the comments. a lot of them complimenting the pair of you or offering you guys money for sex. sometimes you came across comments that made you audibly laugh, this being one of those moments.

“fat chance. most that’s been in my ass is a plug.”

“I could change that.” you wiggled a brow at him and he dramatically rolled his eyes. he stood in the corner of your room and you watched him tug a white compression shirt on.

“adventurous thing, arentcha?”

“adventurous is my middle name.”

“yeah, okay dumbass.” it was your turn to rolls your eyes as you went to your twitter to tweet about the success of the stream, definitely showing up the director that dared trash yours and bakugo’s names. after tweeting, you decided to scroll your feed a bit to see if anyone had said anything yet. if the money you guys make didn’t show the success of the stream, the slew of people tweeting about it sure did.

@better-luxe-next-time: made more in one stream with @.officialdynamight than that slimeball has made in his whole career <3

@.officialdynamight: wanna see my POV with @better-luxe-next-time? unlock the videos on my onlyfans @.dynamight.

@.alien.queen.pinky: wettest i’ve ever been from watching a stream. 3some? @better-luxe-next-time @.officialdynamight

@bigredriot: I couldn’t tell who I wanted more 😫

@chargeboltt: she could step on me and i’d say thank you!

@chakoraka i’d kill an elderly woman to be sandwiched between them.

@sticky-sero: not even gay but i’d suck his ween ngl

you smiled at the tweets your fellow stars had posted. it some sick, weird way it warmed your heart that they all had your backs and watched the stream to help you prove a point. you even noticed some of them donating their own money. the smile that grew on your face slowly drooped again once you saw another tweet posted 7 minutes ago from dynamight himself.

@.officialdynamight: 50 retweets and we’ll stream weekly. @better-luxe-next-time

“seriously, katsuki? 50 retweets?”

“i’ll take any excuse to get inside you. got the sweetest cunt i’ve ever fucked.” you took the bunny ears off and slid your stockings off your legs as he handed you his t-shirt. it fell right at your mid-thigh and swallowed your torso whole. “and trust me, i’ve fucked a lot.”

“me too, we’re in the same business, y’know,” you let out a light giggle at his exaggerated eye roll, “but yeah, best dick i’ve ever had.”

“so we can agree, one retweet?”

“sure, kats, one retweet.” his vermillion eyes darkened and his lips contorted into a cheshire cat-like smile as he opened his twitter app and turned the screen to face you. the tweet already have over 100 retweets and it’d only been up for 10 minutes.

“looks like you might wanna start getting comfy with me, bunny.”

part one.

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itsoneofthemuses · 8 months ago

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tagged by the one and only, the inimitable @rememberthismomentx

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

225 819

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Generally only one at a time, but I've technically published fic in five fandoms: The Rookie, Community, Supernatural, Archer, and Thor.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

if you smile at me again i may do something stupid (The Rookie)

don't wanna stop just because people walking by are watching us (The Rookie)

let me go under your skin, let me find the demons that drive those heavenly limbs (The Rookie)

you be screamin' now they banging on our door (The Rookie)

i've got time, i've got love (The Rookie)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! As much as I can! You could probably rope me into a whole ass conversation because I don't know how to end the call and response.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The as of yet publicly unpublished "random angst prompt" which will breach containment eventually, after I clean it up.

As for published fics, angst is not my forte, so I don't do it often, and it's rarely actually that angsty... But maybe a tie between we drank a toast to innocence (The Rookie) or between the drinks and subtle things, the holes in my apologies (The Rookie)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh... Hmm. 95% of my fics have happy endings so it's hard for me to judge. Maybe my recent one, she's just a girl and she's on fire (The Rookie)?

I also took a few steps past sappy in you're one of the few things that i'm sure of (The Rookie) and Life Lessons in Absurdist Storytelling (Community)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

All my good luck must get used up here, because I really don't.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write smut! And I guess it's mostly the cishet kind because those have mostly been my ships (special place in my heart for Troy/Abed).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've dabbled, on occasion, but it's not really my go-to. I have an unfinished Supernatural/Community crossover and that's about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've riffed back and forth in comments and on discord or email, but no, never a properly co-authored fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh gosh, well, I'm still here with chenford but Jeff/Annie will always have my heart even if I'm not involved in the fandom anymore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The only WIP is the aforementioned Supernatural/Community crossover and, like, sorry... It's probably never happening. I do have a jucy lay-turned-chenford fic that has been under construction since 2021-ish.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm funnyish and can get some decent banter going. Not totally sure what my writing strengths are... Entertaining myself, most probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ha, well, this I could write an essay on. Occasionally my worst impulses run away with me and I try to be really poetic and it just comes off cloying, I think? Or incoherent, maybe.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I can passably write some French and I might occasionally, if the situation calls for it, use google translate (Community was initially centred around a study group for Spanish, for instance) but I typically stick to English as it's the language I know best and the one, usually, that my characters know best too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ha, I don't know if I want to admit this... But X-Men (the comics, not the movie, my fics predated the movies 😅)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, I'm terrible at picking favourites, but I enjoyed both of my vampire slayer AUs: 'cause i know you and you know me (The Rookie) and Special Topics in Demonology (A): Vampire Basics (Community).

And, fine, fine, not popular in a shipping community obviously, but as the founding member of the Let Lucy Get Laid Brigade, I wrote a few fics featuring Lucy with other partners for #30daysoflovingforlucy and cast various Canadians, and it was just fun. All five fics are part of my series but baby it's okay if i am still the best you had

Obviously, anyone who would like to participate should (would love to see gif makers like @detectivechen or @relentlessescapism answer these kinds of questions...), but for the purposes of spreading the joy far and wide (no pressure), @dollsome-does-tumblr, @write-or-wrong88, @doomedship, @jakelovesamy, @universallongings, @farfarawaygirl

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #lucy x tim #sixseasonsandamovie #yahoo community #nbc community #jeff x annie

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kitkatrix · 10 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @jazwritesalot. Thank you! 🥹🫶

1. How many works do you have on A03? 120!!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 497,454. I have over 25k I haven't posted on A03 though so tack that on and I'm looking at roughly 520k in total.

3. What fandoms do you write for? I currently write for BNHA/ MHA. I used to write for Durarara, HP, Fruits Basket but that was a looooong time ago when I was in my teens lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Fair warning: most of them are NSFW. 1) Take a Bite of Me, 2) Another Day, Another F*ck, 3) more than a learning curve, 4) Need Your Touch, 5) Wrong Size

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, but I get extremely lazy after a bit and then months later, I respond.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It would have to be my MCD KRBK fic that I never posted on AO3. It's on Twitter in full but both of them end up dying in the end, one earlier than the other.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Almost all my fics have a happy ending but the happiest one I have thus far is "more than a learning curve". It's completely self indulgent so I wanted it to end in a cute way 🥺

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've only thankfully gotten it once and it was on a collaboration fic. I don't let that stuff bother me though 💜

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Absolutely. Almost 3/4 of my fics on AO3 and Twitter are explicit. I have the most fun writing them.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nope. I don't watch/read enough or have enough creativity to do something like that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Once. I was very young and found it when searching for my fic title online. It was under a different name and everything. I was so upset that I deleted the fic on my end and stopped completely.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nada. But I would be over the moon if it ever happened. I would need to give approval first before anything, though. I don't want to come across it one day and nothing was said to me, y'know?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes! I've done several actually. Some haven't ever been posted publicly but I have a few on AO3 like "Challenge Accepted" and "Pain and Pleasure" that I did with some mutuals on Twitter. It was very fun and I adore doing it 🥰

14. What's your all time favorite ship? KiriBaku! They have my heart in a chokehold. I'm trying to get into others from different fandoms but this one is hard to top.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Hidden Behind a Whisper. I loved loved writing this one when I started and I do go and add some from time to time but I've lost half the motivation I had when I first began. It's sad 😭

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and action scenes. The way I write is like imagining a movie scene, and I write each movement someone makes and go from there. In example, Kirishima putting a hand around Bakugou's waist, Izuku kissing Ochako's forehead, things like that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Repetitiveness. I tend to say the same thing over and over and have to copy paste my document into a website to see which words are used more than they should. Half the time it's either "that", "just", or "but".

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If you feel it would add more to your story, speak to someone that knows and is fluent in that language and can read over the dialogue to be sure it is correct. Do NOT use Google translate. It's hardly accurate and a terrible source for translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for? HP. It was a Dramione fic and I was I think 14? It's still up online to this day 💀

20. Favorite fic you've written? "more than a learning curve" if we're talking mildly mature. "Need Your Touch" for Explicit.

I tag whoever sees this and would like to participate! 🫶🫶

#kitkatrix #fic writer

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anxiety-banana · 6 months ago

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Ty @royallykt and @twentyfunnybunnies for the tag!!

How many works do you have on Ao3?

103 + however many dozen nony fics

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

262,661 which is both terrifying and disappointing... I just wanna have a novel written lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars, Marvel, and Smosh (but all the smosh stuff is unpublished as of yet) with a past sprinkling of white collar!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

when it matters (white collar) inevitability is a stupid, stupid, thing (marvel, penny parker) if you’re so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid? (suits) (used to be anon haha) big brothers make it okay (clone wars) insert the anon fic i will not be publishing publicly

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yup! It's my one and only fic superpower lol, I really love responding to comments

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

call me what i am, call me a monster is definitely one of the angstiest endings, but I sure do write a lot of angst... it usually ends well though

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I Know, I'm Sorry (But You Can Do Better) is a very fluffy fic overall and though it's technically a one shot book, it will most certainly always end fluffy haha

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A LOT of passive aggressive hate lol, usually people telling me I wrote an arbitrary fact in a fictional world wrong, in which there's no way to really be wrong, so those are sort of fun haha. It's usually just a lot of mean corrections for things that don't need correcting (like what translation of Beowulf I used for a fic title)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope and nope. I've written like,,, one fade to black haha

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, but I would if I had the inspo

11. Which fic are you proud of but wish had gotten a bigger response from your readers?

we know your name (but not who you are) has a special place in my heart, so I'll always wish it got more attention

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but as always, we're working on translating all my fic into legible English prose for once in my life

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I tried to with my friends Ash and Lily like two years ago and it stressed me out so bad, we reeaally should have planned better ahaha

14. What's your all-all time favorite ship?

hgnghghg Shourtney has my heart also modern Rexsoka has me in a CHOKEHOLD

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a feeling I won't finish a shot in the dark, no chaser, but I'm IN LOVE with it, so it'll live with me forever now <3

16. What are your writing strengths?

I tend to be good with prose when I get into it, and I've been told my dialogue flows very naturally

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I suck at just... very basic scene transitions. Like yes I know they just went from their house to their job but that took me three weeks to write

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it! I may be able to do a tiny bit of French but personally I wouldn't trust myself to haha

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Marvel, when Endgame first came out, and a BBC Merlin fic that was actually just a reader insert but I had no idea what that was

20. Favorite fic you've written?

where the hurt never mended, i see a grave that never got covered is still one of my all time favs because I wrote it in like a day and I just had so much passion put into it

Thanks again for the tag!! I've been tagging a whole lotta people recently so this is your open invitation to take this as your tag

#ab rants #tag game #fic

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writersmorgue · 2 years ago

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Febuwhump Day 5 - "that's gonna scar"

Read on ao3

word count: 654

TWs in tags

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This had been a long time coming.

Although Fuyumi tried her hardest to prevent it, in the end, she was the catalyst. Now she lies motionless on the floor, victim to another childish temper tantrum.

After the initial impact, she’d passed out briefly, only waking to Shouto checking her breathing with a hole worried in his lip.

She could move now if she wanted to, but she’s scared. Not of her father, not of the pitiful shell of the man he was not thirty minutes ago.

No, she’s afraid of her brother.

“Touya, I already told you, it was your sister-, not me.”

“SHUT UP you pitiful excuse for a man, you’re going to blame your goddamn daughter for the mental breakdown you CAUSED?! Shouto is permanently scarred because of your insolence, you brute!”

“You weren’t there-”

They had long since passed the demands for his oldest to quit talking to him like a judge to a prisoner. Endeavor seems to have accepted his fate, being considerably weaker than his son, now that he has proper quirk protection.

“YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT I WASN’T THERE!” Touya screams, pointing an accusing finger at his father, “I do everything I can to keep my family away from you, and as soon as I leave for one goddamn mission my sister falls apart. I should’ve seen this coming, but damn it I wish I didn’t have to.”

Endeavor scoffs, though it’s strained, “If she didn’t escalate the situation I wouldn’t have had to take such drastic force, you’re a hero, you know how-”

“Don’t throw your flimsy little excuses at me. She was punching your chest because you threatened to destroy her career if she was to date a woman publicly. You are five times her size, her forearm is the size of your goddamn micropenis. There was no reason for you to raise a finger at her.”

“You don’t understand-”

Touya shakes his head, blue eyes flashing dangerously as he stares down at the other man, silencing him without words.

“No, I think I understand perfectly, Endeavor. And I think when you go to work tomorrow, you’ll have to explain to the press that the shiny new burn you’re sporting is in honor of your youngest son. An apology, for making his life hell, and relentlessly abusing the rest of your family as well.”

“You wouldn’t dare-”

“Oh, you know I absolutely would. I only wonder if you’ll be able to handle what you’ve been crushing us with for the past decade. Fire is dangerous, you know.”

Blue flames lick the air as Touya closes in on their father.

Fuyumi moves, sitting up and tucking Shouto into her side. He doesn’t seem worried, but she thinks this isn’t something he should see.

She’s not sure if she wants to watch, herself, but she can’t deny the morbid fascination of watching her abuser get what’s coming to him.

“You- Touya don’t!” Endeavor shouts when the first of his son’s Hell Fire attacks his face. It shreds through the skin surrounding his right eye as the man screams, the sound of his boiling blood like fizzy soda.

Fuyumi finds her hand begins to slip, allowing her baby brother to witness the retribution.

She finds maybe it’s not so bad, that maybe the screams of her father are what she needs. Her face barely even stings, now.

Shouto’s hand meets hers and tangles their fingers together. Neither tremble in fear, but in dreadful satisfaction.

Touya’s grin is manic. He drags his hand down to his father’s neck before finally relenting.

“Wow, Endeavor, you took it like a champ.”

The man stares at his son through his remaining eye, tears evaporating away into the air.

His voice is incomprehensible, and Fuyumi doesn’t bother trying to parse it.

“I think that’s gonna scar, don’t you, ‘Yumi?”

She hears the question for what it is.

“Yes, I think it will do just fine.”

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elvain · 8 months ago

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tagged by: mithrandir (love you zoe mwah)

20 Questions for Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? currently, i have 35 in my combined fandoms. 20 for marvel and 15 for tolkien.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 353,833 but this is not a reflection of everything i have written; i tend to backlog 2-5 chapters per fic.

3. What fandoms do you write for? marvel comics + tolkien

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Almost / one year older, one year better / Messily / At The Heart Of Time / Between Two Lungs

5. Do you respond to comments? i do not, because (and i know this is going to sound bad) i like to see my numbers accurately. i also don't often know what to say so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? for marvel, In The Bleak Midwinter - the main character is dead throughout and remains dead at the end. for tolkien, the lonely mountain (or, the grief of gimli) which stays pretty angsty/grief-centric throughout.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? for marvel, Almost - the main ship stays together and the epilogue takes them to five years later. :) for tolkien, All Those Who Wander because it is my biggest wish for the fellowship to be fully reunited once more. but i would argue that almost all my porn is a happy ending B)

8. Do you get hate on fics? i used to, back in the old days. but not anymore. not publicly, at least.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? i do; i write m/m, f/f, m/f but i haven't had the bravery to cross into threeways or group sex yet. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ as for kinks, i write what i am comfortable with and i would say it's pretty vanilla.

10. Do you write crossovers? i do not write or read them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? once, but this was about 10 years ago.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i've had offers in the past, but nothing's ever worked out.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, i have. i'm looking into doing it again this year, but it's a rare activity for me.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? i always have a hard time answering this question because i am much more character-driven than ship-driven. i only think about ships when a certain moment/idea is brought up. for the moment, i will just say wonderbeast for marvel and idriltuor for tolkien, though.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a bbc merlin one that's centered around written letters being passed back and forth. but it doesn't have what it takes to make it sadly

16. What are your writing strengths? characterization, or so i am told. i think it's accurate, as i never venture into a new character or ship unless i can hear the voice clear enough.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i used to say it was fluff/humour, but i think i've recently honed those skills! so i will say that i think my biggest weakness is transitioning from the monologue/exposition back to the actual plot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? as a tolkien writer and a woc, i am all for this. love doing it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? h...p when i was 9. i wrote the plot of the cursed child by hand into a notebook in bed. i'm waiting for my royalties check.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? i really love visions of the self and recently i published In The New Dawn and i'm super proud of its prose. :)

i am tagging: @brw, @lordoftherazzles, @thebitchkingofangmar, @avengerphobic and @thrakaboom!

#writermk #long post

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applepi00 · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers!

Tagged by @chubsthehamster

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

26!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

139,299!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bungou Stray Dogs, Haikyuu, and Trigun lately, but if you go back far enough in my fic career you’d find Hetalia, Black Butler, Doctor Who, Soul Eater, and who knows what else I’ve forgotten.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

First Scar, Rough Nights, Last Young Renegade, Wish You Were Here, and Time Enough.

However if we ask instead what my favourites are it would have to be:

All My Love (Bungou Stray Dogs, fem soukoku, boarding school au, soulmate au but a bit to the left)

When the Sun Goes Black (Bungou Stray Dogs, soukoku, canon divergence, the one where Corruption leaves Chuuya blind)

this masterpiece will (tear you apart), (BSD, soukoku, canon divergence, the one where Dazai gets kidnapped and traipses through alternate realities)

Wish You Were Here, (BSD, soukoku, the one that splits from canon after Dead Apple and Chuuya wrestles with Arahabaki in his psyche. Yes I’m aware Arahabaki isn’t canonically sentient or sapient but look I wrote this before we knew that for sure and also it’s a fun concept)

and Where is your heart in all this, Nicholas? (Trigun, Vashwood kinda, the one with attempts at a dom/sub thing, attempts at care taking, and absolutely no attempts at real communication on what anyone actually needs or wants.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! I love the community aspect of sharing things online and I absolutely adore when people talk to me about the things I’m already vibrating over.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhhhh probably Home With You since it’s about a twenty year old dying of a degenerative disease but to be fair most of my work is angsty and picking an angstiest is likely up to interpretation and perspective. (In other words let me know which one you would call my saddest if you have an opinion!)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

See I don’t really do happy endings in much of a traditional sense, but I’m gonna say Perfect Disaster. They get their shit figured out in that one!

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not any that I recall!

9. Do you write smut?

Not this year I haven’t but generally yes I do!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, haven’t touched crossovers in any sense really since I was twelve, they just never really were my jam.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically yes. However it was never posted anywhere and I would massively overhaul it if I ever did try to get it out publicly.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I feel like I’m obligated to say soukoku lol, who else has taken up seven years of my life?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Let’s be honest, probably the other two parts of Tell Me Pretty Lies. My sister wants the Kuroo/Akaashi fic but it just was not working when I tried it and it’s been years now since I’ve written haikyuu.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Internal dialogue I think! Thought processes and poetics, I think there’s often nice bits of cadence and rhythm to my work!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot. I very rarely plot out fully and more often than not write without any plan at all, or only a vague outline of one. So anything requiring heavy lining up is often not there as much as I’d like. I’m a very go with the flow sort of person when it comes to the specifics in fics (which is funny because I can control everything in fic, but the only time I plan and plot consistently is in ttrpgs when I have to guess at what my friends will do)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If you do it well it’s a tool, if you do it badly you seem a fool. I use it on occasion, and I use it often in live play roleplaying, but time and place and reason.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think it was Black Butler back on ye old Wattpad but my sister insists it was Inuyasha since my “original fiction” as a kid was heavily ripping off my favourite anime at the time of writing it.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Answered kinda above but honestly I’m really still so fond of When the Sun Goes Black, and All My Love/Nothing Ever Counts. I feel like my prose was just really very good in those!

Tagging: @feralrookie @macavitykitsune @valoniel @doomedblade @blindblossom @nautilusopus and anyone else that wants to

#emi rambles #emi writes #tag games #writing

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insipidenvy · 11 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writes

Thanks for the tag, @cnnmonbimee!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? I have 103, though only 94 are publicly available through my profile.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 423,411! Quite a lot of words, if I do say so myself 😤

3. What fandoms do you write for? A huge majority of my fics (and that I'm probably more known for) are for JSHK! Before that, I was dabbling a bit in Ensemble Stars, but the second most-written fandom for me would be Fairy Tail, the series that actually inspired me to start writing!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

your flowers are my lullaby (JSHK, 304 kudos)

The Girl Next Door (JSHK, 273 kudos)

The Fantastical Case Study of the Lonely Rabbit and Ghostly Cat (JSHK, 254 kudos)

Just Confess or So Help Me God- (JSHK, 198 kudos)

Whose Hunt is This? (JSHK, 186 kudos)

Looking back at some of them, I am embarrassed by my cheesiness 😌 It will happen again, sorry if that's not your thing.

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to! Whether it's a simple comment or a detailed one, I always love reading people's thoughts! This is reminding me that I haven't done so in a long time, I'm sorry to any readers who've left comments that I haven't responded to! I've just been so busy with life that it often slips my mind >< I'll try to get to them soon!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That's tough... I tend to write fluff so any angsty ending might just be those with character deaths... even then some of them still get a happy ending 🤔 But if I had to pick, then it's either Heaven on Earth or Fly Away with Me?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again a toughie because I mostly write fluff lol. The first fic that comes to mind is farewells are not forever! Mostly because I was able to receive a lot of thoughts and feedback for this story in particular, so it sticks out to me the most 😊

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've only gotten two negative comments on my fics, and truthfully, I found their thoughts fair. Were they constructive criticism? No, but what they voiced was exactly how I felt about my writing, so I don't fault them for voicing their opinions. If anything, those comments helped me take a step back from writing to figure out how I wanted to continue with my writing/posting quality, so I have to thank them for that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've written some, but as I've told Hime before, you'll need to subscribe to my (nonexistent) OnlyFans to find out 😉

10. Do you write crossovers? I don't, but I see merit in doing so! Personally, I like to write for fandoms separately. There may be AUs, but never a crossover between characters from both series/fandoms.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so? If I found out I did I don't know what I'd do apart from making an announcement here or on my ao3 profile saying I currently only post works on ao3...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope. Someone offered to translate my fics for me in the past to Spanish, but around that time there was a whole drama about how one writer/translator just used Google Translate. It got heated and I got scared lol, so I asked the writer who offered to translate my fics not to translate them and even added the whole "Please do not translate my works" thing in my profile.

As someone who does translation work myself, I hope that any translations are done with love and care and not lazily thrown into a translator. That isn't to say the person who offered is any of that, on the contrary I think they were genuine with their offer, but at the time I didn't want to get wrapped up in any drama so I stepped away from anything that could drag me into it.

I think I'm more open to the thought of having my fics translated now, but I might be picky or cautious of who offers/does them.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I find the idea fascinating! I have a lot of self-doubt about the quality of my writing, and now that life's gotten busy there's the whole speed and availability aspect to work around too, so I don't think I'll be able to write anything for now lol

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I can't choose! My favorite ships depend on my mood lol One moment I may love HanaNene, for example, and the next it's AmaNene, or even TsuNene, or even HanaNeneTsuka! It's hard for me to pick one.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Never ask a woman her weight, a man his salary, or a writer their WIPs u_u I've not found the time or energy to write, and currently my interest and motivation for this fic in particular is at an all-time low, but I want to finish Down the Plank and Into Your Arms. I try to ensure all my fics as completed for this account, so that's one promise I want to keep.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue... maybe? More specifically, banter? That's one aspect of my writing that's often praised, so I think maybe that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I'd say, without a doubt, it's descriptive writing lol Sorry I've got no imagination or good words to set the scene, it just kinda fills itself in my head.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've thought of doing that before, but I couldn't think of a scenario that required anyone to speak in another language lol

19. First fandom you wrote for? Fairy Tail! Quality and pet peeves of mine for the series aside, it's got a soft spot on me for being the fandom that pushed me into writing fanfic.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Why must you make things tough 😭 As I'm sure you've noticed by now, I'm awful at deciding a single favorite of anything. BUT, if I really had to pick only one..! It's glass shattered, clay battered.

I think this was written the month before the Severance chapter lol It's an introspective fic in Hanako's POV and it's got some metaphors/themes that I'm proud of. Even after knowing what happens post-Severance, I don't feel like the Hanako I wrote here is all that different from the Hanako we know in the manga.

Others I'm proud of are I Must Think of a New Life and I Mustn't Give In, i leave you with all that i love, but i will never let you go, Love is a Race and I'm Stuck at the Goddamn Start Line, Roots Run Deep, Leaves Grow Bare, Happily Never After, and love like a rose!

I swear that last sentence is only six other fics even if it looks like a paragraph🤧i do like me some long titles...

I not good at thinking of who to tag in particular, so I tag everyone! Everyone is free to participate!

#tag game

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trulyhopelessromantic · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Writer 20 Questions!

Was tagged by @lumiereandcogsworth

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1. how many works do you have on ao3? None. One completed story on fanfiction.net and a bunch of one shots and drabbles on Tumblr and Patreon

www.trulyhopelessromantic.tumblr.com/fanfics should have most of them linked

2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 0 though I'd love to know what my word count is ^_^

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Haha well this is difficult to say. Let's list as many as I can remember.

Lucifer TV show

Lethal Weapon TV show

The Old Guard

Beauty & the Beast 1991

Nightmare Before Christmas (crossover with other fandoms)

My So Called Life (crossover)

Harry Potter/Wizarding World

Inkheart series

True Blood (crossover)

Marvel/Avengers

The Haunted Mansion

Digimon

Phantom of the Paradise

Critical Role

Jonah Hex (I think I got a request once for Michael Fassbender in that movie...?)

Sherlock BBC (and Victorian AU)

The Great Mouse Detective

The Nutcracker Prince (retelling)

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

I'd say my Haunted Manor fanfic is top commented on in my entire life. Find it through @thehauntedmanor coz I'm on mobile and too lazy to go get the link lol

Otherwise I'm not sure. I don't have a place that shows me top comments/likes on my works coz they're on various platforms.

BUT

THIS IS NOT TO SAY I AM WEIRDED OUT BY NEW COMMENTS IN FACT THE OPPOSITE I WELCOME THEM ON ANY WORK NO MATTER HOW OLD

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Always. I appreciate readers and their thoughts and the fact that they took the time to say something makes me smile so I always return with my own response! Granted occasionally I'm blindsided by criticism and it's harder to know how to respond

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably my Nutcracker Prince retelling story which had criticism as aforementioned in the previous question and because 1 I didn't know the trope the commenter spoke about and 2 because they were and still are the only one to comment I have lost some confidence in wanting to share that story as openly as I have in the past.

I have angsty fics tho I just thought of that one first. One of my Frankenstein one shots got pretty depressing too. I'm all about angst most of the time despite giving happy endings most often in my larger stories lol

7. do you write crossovers?

Yeah for one shots. Most of mine are quite old though I don't do crossovers very often anymore

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

Unfortunately. I have been called passive aggressive for asking for reviews after which they tore apart the chapter I'd released. I've had someone accuse me of writing something merely for shock value and in the process also possibly offend a marginalized community. I've had someone call me out for using "inappropriate language" for the disabled community. All of the comments were points of consideration but the way they were given to me shocked me and hit my self esteem a bit.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Not really though perhaps in the future I may try again. My Daughter of Death story in particular had a NSFW chapter that I released alongside a more SFW one.

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

God I hope not.

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

That would be amazing but no.

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep both privately and publicly. The public ones are all listed again on that fanfics page on my Tumblr

13. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

How dare you. My username tells you I cannot choose just one. I've probably written most for Belle and her Prince from 1991 but I'd have to double check my listing of fics haha

14. what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Back in the day I started a Digimon fanfic (still on ff.net) but I doubt I'd ever get back to it

15. what are your writing strengths?

Great at dialogue and character feelings and motivations I'd say. I also like to make scenarios make plausible sense so I try to write fanfiction as close to canon as possible which prevents me sometimes from being confident in writing characters that someone else has made

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not strong with always describing setting honestly lol

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I'll do it and mostly when it feels strong to put it in and/or when it's easy for the audience to understand the context of what's being said

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Erm probably The 10th Kingdom honestly when I wrote the characters for a "survival story" assignment in grade 6

19. what’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm playing favourites with The Haunted Manor because it's the longest fic and the one I'm so proud of and the one people have actually given great feedback for. I reread it myself from time to time

20. who do you tag? (no pressure of course <3)

In this assignment? lol anyone who is interested in taking the time ♡♡♡

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hotshotshitshow · 9 months ago

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im not trying to be mean forreal but you arent gonna have people rbing your stuff if you don't tag it! 2 give an example your most recent piece has 7 tags total, two of which are personal tags that no ones gonna search so lets say 5. in addition to the ones you included which werent bad you should also include stuff like the medium (ex: #traditional art) and of course #artists on tumblr. tagging aesthetics that fit also goes a long way. plus a (no guilt) caption requesting that people boost your work. something important to keep in mind with tumblr is that its really good for circulating art LONG term rather than most social media platforms which prioritize feeding the neverending ratrace for whatevers trending. I am in no way a big name artist but my most circulated posts come from people tag searching and queueing. obvs theres usually gonna be the most attention over the first few days but also give it time! don't be afraid to repost or find niches who will circulate your stuff. post art and then link it in oc discords, too this isnt meant to admonish you btw more it makes me sad to see you get discouraged. you have a unique and compelling artstyle with genuinely swagful characters so the idea of you peacing out saddens my heart. i hope this helps, cya

Hey first off. I genuinely appreciate this, I am ngl I knew I shouldn't have posted that last night cuz I knew I'd be embarrassed about it later and well!! Here I am, feeling like a damn fool!! Sincerely tho, your words do mean a lot.

However, the one thing that trips me up is that back when I did use Tumblr more regularly, like several years ago, they had made it so that only the first five tags on a post were searchable, and everything else wasn't visible in tag searches. Has this changed? It's been a long time and I have no idea what's changed with Tumblr in the past few years but I've just been operating on the assumption that only the first five tags "count." Also I am just ... Not good at knowing what to tag things other than in the most straightforward way possible 😬

I definitely absolutely get discouraged way way way too quickly and I acknowledge that, it comes from years of a building frustration of posting on social media and never feeling like it goes anywhere while also watching those around me grow their followings. It's come to a point where it feels like if something I post "fails" then it tanks my mood on a hair trigger. And it's not healthy!!! This is largely why I've stopped posting publicly anywhere. Bc the reaction I've built up is so instantaneous and intense that it's completely unhealthy for me. Sorry to vent at you!! It's all just sort of coming out. I've absolutely poisoned the way I view interaction on social media for myself and it feels very entrenched and I don't really know what to do about it.

I want to share my art with people and I want them to like my art and asking for reblogs directly on art posts is something that always felt gross to me but idk maybe that's what I gotta do. I have this notion in my mind tho that if my art is good and people like it, they'll reblog it because they want to, not because I asked them to. It doesn't feel like people are sharing my art bc they genuinely like it if they're doing it bc I asked them to. And then people don't reblog my art, so it gets interpreted as "well, I guess nobody thinks my art is very good, otherwise they'd want to share it!"

This all feels very immature of me and I hate that this is how I feel. I definitely am very deeply in the mindset now of "well, nobody appreciated my art much when I did post it, so now nobody gets to see it anymore." Idk how to grow past this tbh. I am absolutely only shooting myself in the foot. Oh well whatever!!!

Anyway. Thank you again for this, and also if you did actually read this, thank you for your time and energy. I don't think you were being mean at all, you said what is true, I think. I hope you have a lovely day.

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buttercupjosh · 2 years ago

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The Upside of Unrequited

(Gif credit to @gabelandeskog)

Word Count: 5,074

Warnings: none

Genre: College au!, slightly chaotic neighbors to lovers, fluff ending

A/N: This story is a college au! with Quinn and Jack Hughes, they’re not drafted by the NHL in this story. This is NOT A LOVE TRIANGLE STORY. This story is supposed to be based on the chaotic lying elements of the movie, While You Were Sleeping, starring Sandra Bullock, and from the plot of Dear Evan Hansen. Shoutout and thank you to @trentfrederic11 for reviewing and editing this story for me. I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you in advance for reading, I appreciate it😌 (p.s. if you have the time, I would also really appreciate if you checked out my other pieces, know your heart, a summer in syracuse, and Your Favorite Secret. Thanks☺️).

Optional Listening: Only Us from the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack, Words Fail from the Dear Evan Hansen soundtrack)

“What if there's someone that makes me happy? Someone that I already know” -Anybody’s You by Christina Grimmie

Despite being the oldest of 3 boys, Quinn Hughes was constantly overshadowed by his younger brother, Jack. Throughout Quinn’s life, people tended to pay much more attention to the younger star forward who makes great plays and racks up more points than to the shorter defenseman who quietly makes good plays and gets points. Coaches publicly praised the younger Hughes while the older Hughes privately got good remarks. Guys would high five Jack in the hallways and invite him to hang out and girls would flirt and throw themselves at him for a chance to date him. Jack was charismatic, outgoing and everyone wanted to be around him; Quinn was dealt with introvertness, shyness and the look of existential dread. Quinn didn’t mind not receiving as much attention as his extroverted sibling but he wouldn’t mind if someone could have a conversation with him without switching the topic over to Jack. Quinn was not jealous of Jack and he was happy that his brother was popular and successful. For the first time in both of their lives, Quinn and Jack were playing on the same team full time at the University of Michigan. They were both Sport Management majors and they lived together at an off campus apartment. That’s one of the places where Quinn met you. You were his neighbor across the hall and you lived with your roommate. You, Quinn, and Jack all were in the same Pre-Calculus class as well. You sat in the middle, while Quinn sat up front and Jack sat in the back with his friends. Although the 3 of you had shared these things in common, the interaction you had together was very limited. Outside of school, Quinn and Jack were busy with hockey and you were busy with your part time job. Every now and then, you would run into each other on campus or around the apartment complex. The closest interaction you had with either Hughes brother was whenever you waved to one of them and he would wave back to you or say “hey” to you. You thought that Jack was so cute with his smile and boyish charm but you knew that he was the big man on campus. You knew that Jack would never go for someone like you but hey, you can dream right. Maybe, he could be your boy next door lover. Jack didn’t really think anything of you, you were just his neighbor and you had a math class together. He would never date you but if you were down for some time in the sheets, he may consider it. On the other hand, Quinn thought that you were cute but he also knew that you were one of those girls who liked his brother and would never consider him. Quinn wished that he was as smooth with the ladies like how Jack was but he was so awkward. Like a true introvert, Quinn was much more expressive online than he was in person. Speaking of online, Quinn followed you on Instagram and you followed him back and you both liked each other’s posts and watched each other’s stories but never sent messages to each other. Quinn couldn’t quite work up the courage to message you first (at least as himself).

One day, Jack teased Quinn about how he always stares at your door for an extra few seconds whenever he comes home and told him that he should just talk to you. Jack told Quinn just to be like him when he talked to you and even offered to tell him what to say. That sparked an idea in Quinn. Jack thought that social media was overrated so he rarely used it. Quinn decided to make a fake Instagram profile, pretending to be his brother, just so that he could talk to you. He thought you would be more likely to answer his message as Jack rather than if he sent one as Quinn. Quinn set the profile up as a secret secondary personal account. One evening, after the difficult lecture on logarithms, Quinn sent you a message (as “Jack”) asking for help on the homework assignment. Quinn actually understood the assignment but he wanted to test out the profile and to also see if you understood the homework as well. You answered “Jack’s” message and even offered to meet him in person to work on the homework together. “Jack” mentioned that he was busy with hockey stuff so he couldn’t meet soon and that he would go to the tutoring center for additional help. You couldn’t believe that “Jack” was talking to you and asking you for help first. After that first interaction, Quinn was actually surprised that it worked and he began talking to you as “Jack” more frequently; you eventually developed a friendship together. Of course, he kept his tracks covered and only mentioned specific things that related to the real Jack. Quinn told Jack that he was talking to you and Jack was happy for him. Things were looking great but that would all change in an instant on a Friday night in November.

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UMich was playing a home game against one of their top rivals, Michigan State. The game was a nasty one with the score tied at 4-4. During the 3rd period, one of the Michigan State players aggressively checked Jack into the boards. The force from the hit caused Jack’s helmet to pop off and he ended up hitting his head without protection; he suffered a serious concussion. The head coach let Quinn leave early to go accompany his brother at the hospital. Their parents and their younger brother, Luke, met them at the hospital. Thankfully, Jack remembered what had happened to him and he was experiencing a lot of pain. The doctor recommended keeping Jack in the hospital for a few additional days to monitor his symptoms. Ellen, their mother, promised to keep Quinn updated on Jack’s condition and told her son not to stress about it. The news of what happened to Jack spread across campus like wildfire. You had heard about it so you decided that you wanted to get the Hughes family some flowers but you had no idea what kind they liked so you reached out to Quinn. Quinn was surprised that you had reached out to him because very few people reached out to him in regards to what happened to his brother and everyone else was reaching out to his parents and to Jack directly. Quinn responded back to you that his family didn’t need anymore flowers but that he was going to go visit Jack in the hospital. You wanted to go along with him so that you could see Jack. Quinn was not going to pass up on the opportunity to spend time with you so he let you come along. The 15 minute car ride to the hospital was a bit awkward and you and Quinn exchanged basic small talk. Quinn knew a lot about you but you didn’t know much about him; he couldn’t exactly reveal that he already knows your favorite color, favorite cake flavor and other details about yourself. On the elevator ride up to Jack’s room, Quinn told you that Jack was experiencing a mild form of amnesia (which was not true). You kept that information in your mind and it broke your heart to know that Jack may not remember what you had together. Quinn did a shift exchange with his mom; Ellen was going to go home to shower and grab a meal before staying for the rest of the night. Jack was awake and he was doing a little better. He was happy to see his brother but he was a little confused as to why his neighbor was also visiting him in the hospital. You introduced yourself to him and didn’t mention your online conversations to him because you thought that he wouldn’t remember them. You and Quinn stayed with Jack for about 2 hours until Ellen returned.

Quinn was hungry so he asked if you wanted to go to Panera Bread before going back home and you agreed to it. You tried not to let your emotions get the best of you but it hurt you so much to know that Jack had lost some of his memory. Quinn saw that you were crying and asked if you were okay. He could see that you weren’t and he wanted to hug you but he wasn’t sure if he should. You confessed to Quinn that you had a secret online friendship with Jack, that you had a crush on him and were upset that the relationship that you had with him was gone. Quinn knew about what you had with “Jack” but he pretended that he didn’t know about it. Every single piece of information about yourself that you had shared with “Jack”, from your previous toxic job to your family life, Quinn already knew but he didn’t want you to know that he knew so he decided to act as if it was his first time hearing these things. Quinn felt bad knowing that he was a contributor to your tears but it wasn’t exactly the best time to reveal what he did so he decided to switch the topic to different things to get your mind off of Jack. Although you barely knew Quinn, you were grateful that he was there for you in this moment of vulnerability. Before you knew it, Panera was closing so Quinn took you back home. After arriving at the apartment, you exchanged numbers with him and Quinn asked if you wanted to hang out again sometime. You said yes and gave him a hug before going inside. Quinn loved the way it felt to have you in his arms.

Jack only had to spend a few days in the hospital and he eventually returned back to school. He still wasn’t cleared back to play yet but UMich’s team was still going strong without him. Yes, they won the game that Jack was injured in and Quinn still continued to play. You ran into Jack a couple of times around campus and the apartment complex; a part of you wanted to restart what you had with “Jack” but the past was meant to be in the past for a reason. You had already grieved what you had together and you had essentially moved on with his brother.

Ever since your Panera crying session, your relationship with Quinn continued to grow. You began talking to each other a lot more, spending more time together and learning more about him; you both began to become more comfortable with each other over time. You and Quinn even started hanging out more at each other’s apartments and different places away from campus. You were quietly developing a little crush on Quinn but you also felt bad, acting on your feelings for him when you knew that you were previously talking to “Jack”. Quinn felt bad that he impersonated his brother to get to you but at the end of the day, he had gotten what he wanted, which was to have you. He also felt weird to know that he had you by just being himself and not pretending to be someone else. Quinn stopped thinking about what he did until one day, he was confronted about the account. One evening, Jack was surprisingly scrolling through his Instagram and saw that an account with his pictures came up under recommended people for him to follow. Jack was confused as to why someone else would steal his photos and pretend to be him so he asked Quinn if he knew anything about it. Quinn began to panic and Jack was concerned about why his brother was acting that way, he even joked that maybe Quinn was running the account. Quinn confessed to what he did and Jack was livid that his brother stole his identity. He explained why he did it but reassured Jack not to worry because he stopped using the account (he just forgot to delete it) and that you and Quinn are friends. Although it was a super messed up thing to do, Jack understood where Quinn was trying to come from and promised to keep it a secret as long as Quinn deleted the account and never did that again. At that moment, Quinn did those things and apologized to his brother. As long as the secret never came to light, things would be fine. The secret eventually did come to light because well, Quinn screwed up big time by lying to you and not all lies can stay in the dark.

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A few weeks before the Big Screw Up, Ellen did her annual check in on her sons to make sure that they had still it together at their apartment. That day, you and Quinn went out for breakfast, made a quick Target run and came back to his mom waiting. Ellen remembered that she had met you when Jack was in the hospital but she didn’t know anything about you besides your name and that you were the boys’ neighbor. Ellen was slightly surprised that you were dating Quinn and scolded him for not telling her about you sooner. She was sort of wrong; you and Quinn weren’t exactly dating, just friends with secret crushes on each other. Ellen invited you over to dinner that night at her home so that you could meet Jim, Quinn and Jack’s father and Luke, their younger brother. You didn’t want to be rude by rejecting her invite and having a home cooked meal made by a mom, instead of cooking yourself or ordering DoorDash, didn’t hurt anyone. Before leaving, Ellen asked if you had any food allergies and if you like lasagna. You replied with what you were allergic to and that lasagna was perfect. Quinn was internally panicking because this wasn’t how he wanted for you to meet his family. Yes, he knew that a dinner at his home was his ideal way to have his family meet his lover but the two of you hadn’t even addressed the feelings you had for each other. You were excited to meet the rest of his family but you knew deep down, it was going to be uncomfortable because you weren’t Quinn’s partner but you were crushing hard on him. You were both very nervous for this dinner.

Jack decided to join you both for dinner and he drove the 3 of you there. On the car ride over to his home, you noticed that Quinn kept back looking at you. It made you anxious that he kept looking at what you were wearing. You had already spent part of the day stressing over what to wear to make a good first impression on his family, however, Quinn thought you looked amazing in your outfit. He liked the way the color you chose looked on you; it highlighted your features more. To Quinn, his feelings for you were never fully about physical attractiveness (he would know) but it was more about your heart, who you are on the inside and how all of the little details brought you together. Before going inside, Quinn told you to not worry and that his family is going to love you (he totally was not going to confess that he loves you, right before letting you meet his family). Luke, a very tall teenager, opened the door and immediately chirped his brothers for only coming home because they can’t cook. Jim was sitting on the couch, watching a baseball game and Jack joined him. Ellen was in the kitchen, finishing up the touches on the salad that was going to go with the lasagna. You offered to help Ellen but she insisted that you make yourself comfortable in their home and told Quinn to show you around. He showed you around the home that he had spent many years in and even showed you some of the pictures from his family that aligned the walls; you thought that the home was nice and that baby Quinn was so adorable. By the time you finished looking around, dinner was ready and the food was delicious. Throughout the meal, plenty of questions were asked about you and plenty of stories from the boys’ childhood were shared. After dinner and dessert, Jack went to play Call of Duty with Luke for a little bit and Quinn was on dish duty. Ellen asked for you to stay in the dining room so that she could talk to you one-on-one. She had noticed that you and Quinn weren’t deeply connected like how a dating couple would be but could sense that there was something going on between you. Ellen’s response caught you off guard and you confessed to her that you had a current crush on Quinn and a previous crush on Jack, prior to his hospital stay. She asked you why you had switched from liking one of her son’s to the other and you explained to her about your secret online chats with “Jack”, how his memory loss affected that and how you ended up with Quinn. Ellen looked a bit perplexed on the comment on Jack’s memory loss and told you that his memory was still intact. She mentioned that he may forget to take the trash out but he fully remembered the hit that injured him. Before you could fully process what you were told, Quinn came into the room to let you know that Jack was ready to leave. Ellen gave you a hug, told you that she really liked you with her son and that you are always welcome back to their home. Overall, you had a good time with the Hughes family and it was nice to get to know more about Quinn and Jack. On the car ride back home, you couldn’t stop thinking about Ellen’s comment on how Jack never lost his memory and were confused as to why Quinn would lie to you about something that serious.

You were going to ask Quinn about him lying to you but you were tired once you got home from the dinner. Things started to get a bit more busy over the next few weeks. You were drowning in midterms and other elements of school and work; Jack and Quinn were busy with preparing for the Frozen Four playoff tournament so you saw them less. Just like before, the only times that you saw them was whenever you were on campus, around the apartment complex and on the ice at their games. You didn’t want to burden Quinn with something that would be stressful for him during a very hectic time and you also didn’t want to talk to him about it over the phone, you preferred to do it in person. UMich advanced to the Frozen Four regional semifinals but were eliminated by Notre Dame in the regional finals. You wanted to start hanging out with Quinn again after the hockey season was over but there never seemed to be time for you to get together because there were so many other things going on. You were still extremely busy with school and work. You also had noticed that Quinn’s behavior around you changed a bit; he became more distant and limited his communication with you.

Ellen lectured her son about lying to you and told him that he had to tell you the truth on Jack’s condition. Quinn couldn’t lie to his mom so he told her about how he impersonated Jack to get to you and that Jack already knew about it. Ellen was in disbelief of her son’s behavior and Quinn promised her that he would come clean about it to you. Except, it took a little longer than expected and Quinn was purposefully avoiding you so that he didn’t have to face his actions. You missed being around him so you invited Quinn to come over, have dinner and watch a movie at your apartment one weekend while your roommate was away. Quinn missed seeing you so he came over and brought over some take out. As you shared your meal together, Quinn kept switching the conversation to different topics. You weren’t sure if he knew that you knew that he lied to you and you could sense that he wasn’t going to talk about it so you were going to bring it up yourself but instead, Quinn accidentally spilled out a secret that only “Jack” knew. Quinn asked you something about your recent job promotion and before you could reply, he responded that he hoped that your new manager was treating you better than the one at your old job.

Your previous job was very toxic. Your manager had created a “you vs them” type of hostile environment between you and your co-workers. You enjoyed the work that you did, you just had some issues with the manager and some of your co-workers. You had wanted to quit the job but you were so invested into it and was making good money that you didn’t want to leave. However, it all came to an end after one of your co-worker’s made a harmful and hurtful comment that they thought was a joke to you. This co-worker was very well-liked but they had been mean to you privately for months but you brushed off their comments. You decided that enough is enough and the best thing for you to do was to report your co-worker’s behavior to the Human Resources department. Your manager knew about what happened and told your co-worker about what you did. Your co-worker heard that you were the one who reported them and verbally threatened you. You quit your job that same day and got a much better part time job. You never told anyone about what had happened because you quietly moved past it and you didn’t want to ruin that person’s reputation because they were an athlete at UMich.

That was something that you never told Quinn before. Quinn knew that you worked currently but you never went into detail about your past job with him; you did share that information with “Jack” in a deep late night conversation though. In that same conversation, “Jack” shared with you that as much as he loved the attention and being popular, he felt like he had very few people who he could truly trust. One of the biggest secrets that you shared with Quinn, you told him about how your parents are divorced. You immediately asked Quinn how he knew that about you when that was something you never told him. You also asked Quinn if “Jack” told him about you and the conversations you shared. The color began to drain away from Quinn’s face; he screwed up and he screwed up big time. Quinn came clean about everything and held absolutely nothing back. He attempted to apologize to you but you were in complete shock and devastation over what he did to you. You liked Quinn a lot and even loved him a bit but he lied to you and you could no longer trust him. You did not feel comfortable with having him in the same room as you so you kicked him out of your apartment. Quinn quietly closed the door and you cried alone in your apartment.

Quinn returned back to his apartment and he was so angry with himself but felt so sad at the same time. For the first time in his life, he had someone who could see the good parts in him and wanted to be with him and not just be around him so that they could get close to his brother. Quinn knew that he was fully in the wrong and his insecurity was not a worthy explanation to deceive people. He kept trying to make himself believe this lie that he wasn’t good enough and he made it true through his actions. What you and Quinn had together was real and he felt genuinely happy with you; he was also falling in love with you. You brought so much light into his life and he loved the way it felt to be with you. He didn’t want to lose that by telling the truth about his actions because he knew there was a chance that he may never gain that connection back with you. Quinn had to stop lying to himself and face the truth head on.

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In the weeks that followed since the Big Screw Up, Quinn kept trying to contact you but you refused to respond to him. You didn’t block his number or social media, you just never answered him. Quinn felt horrible that he hurt you and he tried different ways to reach you. He would slide notes under your door, put notes on your door, try to talk to you through your roommate; he even asked Jack to talk to you but you ignored it all. The school year began to wind down and summer was approaching soon. Finals were coming up and Quinn was running out of opportunities to speak to you. He absolutely refused to let you go and didn’t want to leave for summer break without apologizing to you again face-to-face for his terrible actions. You came home from work one day and saw the fire department was outside of the building you lived in. Just your luck during a very stressful finals week that someone would try to burn the building down. You wanted to ask Quinn if he was okay but you still weren’t speaking to him; you did miss him a lot though.

On the day of your last final of the semester, you came home and saw that there was a cake in front of your door, along with a Pandora bag and a note on the door written in a familiar handwriting that your roommate was spending some quality time with her boyfriend in the apartment before departing for the summer. You noticed that “I’m sorry” was written in frosting on the cake; the cake was in your favorite flavor and you knew it was from Quinn. You couldn’t exactly go inside of your apartment so you walked across the hall and knocked on your neighbor’s door. Quinn was surprised to see you actually standing in his doorway but he knew why you were there. He let you come inside and you sat in silence for a few minutes until the sound of your stomach growled. You were hungry after your long day and Quinn quietly cut both you and himself a slice of cake. The cake was absolutely perfect and it made your day. You asked Quinn why he bought you a cake and a gift. In regards to the cake, Quinn replied that he actually tried to make you an apology cake but he forgot to grease the pan and turned the oven temperature too high so that the cake would be ready by the time you came home; he was the one who tried to burn the apartment down. You made a mental note that you may need to get Quinn a cookbook for Christmas. You felt bad, laughing at his sweet attempted gesture but you couldn’t quite help yourself. The sound of your laugh was a sound that Quinn hadn’t heard in a while but as soon as he heard it, his broken heart started to come back together. In regards to the gift, he told you to open the Pandora bag. Inside of the bag was a beautiful charm bracelet. Before the Big Screw Up, your parents came into town to visit you and Quinn joined you together at dinner. Your parents also falsely thought that Quinn was your boyfriend. One of the things that Quinn remembered from that night was that you mentioned to your parents that you had lost the charm bracelet that they gave you as a birthday gift and you planned on getting a new one when you went home during the summer. The new bracelet wasn’t exactly the same one you got before but this new one was in your favorite color and had similar charms. You asked Quinn why got you a new charm bracelet and how he knew what charms to get you. He responded that the bracelet was a gift to you for your job promotion and he reached out to your parents to figure out what charms you had on your old bracelet and he even added some new ones.

You couldn’t believe that he went out of his way to do that for you; it made you realize that you wanted him back in your life. You apologized to Quinn for shutting him out in your anger and sadness. He accepted your apology and asked you for forgiveness for what he did. You told Quinn that you forgave him and you shared a hug. After separating from the hug, you looked right into Quinn’s eyes and confessed your feelings for him. Quinn had waited longer for more than you could possibly ever know to hear that you liked him for who he is and he felt so relieved. Caught up in his emotions, Quinn asked if he could kiss you. You said he could kiss you on the cheek for now but if he took you on a “let’s start over and try again” date and if the date went well (which it would), he could get a kiss. Quinn didn’t have to sell you on reasons to like him and he didn’t have to fix the things you rather forget. The things that happened before and split you apart wasn’t going to count anymore going forward in your relationship. It would take some time for you to fully trust Quinn again but you were willing to try. You and Quinn were suddenly startled by the sound of Jack, coming out of his room, cheering. He was glad that Quinn finally got you back and would stop moping around on how much he missed you. Quinn rolled his eyes and you laughed. All Quinn had to do was continue to be himself and that was enough. Despite being overshadowed all of his life by Jack, to you, Quinn was the better Hughes brother.

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List of Hockey WAGs of Color:

(A/N: I know that no one cares or asked for this list but I created it to function as a resource. As a POC, it’s refreshing to know that not all hockey boys are romantically involved with the same carbon copy girl/stereotypical blonde, occasional brunette, white WAG. I’m not criticizing or judging any of them either, just pointing something out.)

(I’m open to receiving more additions for this list if there is anymore but only confirmed relationships, no rumors. I’m also not a bunny blog so don’t ask/send me about any gossip about these people.)

(All of the photos attached are from public profiles as of the day of posting. Some of the girls on the list have private personal profiles so please don’t request to follow them if you find their account.)

In no particular order:

Noureen DeWulf (Ryan Miller’s wife, of Indian descent)

Kristi Yamaguchi (Bret Hedican’s wife, of Japanese descent)

Adrianna Hassan (Tyler Motte’s fiancé, of Middle Eastern descent)

Micaela Gaudette (Adam Gaudette’s wife, of Korean descent)

Doniya Lehner (Robin Lehner’s wife, of Middle Eastern descent)

Katrina Connelly (Brett Connelly’s wife, of Korean descent)

Marissa Balleza (Alex Kerfoot’s girlfriend, not white)

Ashley Kadri (Nazem Kadri’s wife, of Brazilian descent)

Taia Euceda (Joel Farabee’s girlfriend, not fully white)

Jessica Merrill (Jon Merrill’s wife, of Mexican descent)

Kesha Chante (former fiancé of Ray Emery (rip), of Afro-Carribbean and Hispanic descent)

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I’m not even a Leafs fan by any means (Go Canucks!) but I cannot put into words how much it means to me as a black person to see Wayne achieve this major milestone. I’m so proud of him and I literally feel like crying. This game has been so harsh and challenging for people of color and just to see him overcome all of that and reach 1,000 games, it’s just so amazing.

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angelasscribbles · 1 year ago

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Oh, boy do I have a lot to say about this subject lol. *cracks knuckles*

Get a snack and settle in.

First of all, we all know that note count means absolutely nothing. Literally nothing!

If someone does an epic reblog and I reblog to respond and they reblog again because I said something funny and then I reblog again… you get the idea. I could end up with 32 notes for 1 read.

Conversely, I’ve had readers bing an entire fic and only comment on the master list, generating one note for thirty or forty reads. Silent readers exist. So, note count is not an indicator of anything.

While we’re on the subject, note count is so easy to artificially inflate. Simply reblog yourself over and over. Comment “Thank you” to everyone who clicked like. Those things drive note count up but have nothing to do with how many people are reading you. (To be clear, I am not knocking people who do this or saying they are trying to inflate note count on purpose, just pointing out how it does inflate it but in a meaningless way).

And then there’s the fandom politics you mention. Lol. I have people that will read me and comment privately but reblog others publicly and I can only assume they don’t want it publicly known they read me because they’ll get pushback from others. So they are reading but it's not reflected in the note count.

Conversely, I know people that have felt immense pressure to read and reblog everything certain people write and there is a definite “read for read” mentality that a lot of folks get into on here. And I hate it.

When I strike up a friendship with a new (to me) person on here, the first thing they usually do is start apologizing for not reading or being caught up on my stuff and promising that they will. And my response is always, “Reading is not required for friendship.” Because it’s not and it shouldn’t be.

Elsa, you and I don’t really read each other (the occasional fic sure but not really) because we’re not even in the same fandom, yet we are friends. I’d venture to say good ones.

Read for read makes no sense. There’s a reason books are divided into genres… because everyone doesn’t like everything. When you walk into a bookstore, are you buying romance? Horror? Sci-fi? I’d venture to say that most Stephen King fans aren’t buying Nora Roberts books and vice versa. Someone not reading you because what you’re writing is just not their cup of tea is absolutely fine and does not reflect on the quality of the work itself.

In fact, I wouldn’t want someone reading me just so I would read them back. That’s a no from me.

All of us have real lives. Jobs, kids, family, homes to take care of etc. All of us have only so much free time and for those of us that are writers, we spend A LOT of that time writing. There’s only so much time for reading. If and when I’m in the mood to read (and I often won’t read at all when I’m in writing mode) then I want to read for enjoyment, not politics not to get you to read me back. And I would hope anyone reading me is reading because they enjoy it, not because they want something in return.

I get nothing from reads other than the pleasure of knowing they enjoyed it, so why would I want someone reading out of obligation? Nope, I don’t, never have, and never will subscribe to the read-for-read mentality.

I’ve said this so many times, but it bears repeating: I write for me, I post because others seem to enjoy it as well. So yes, of course, it makes me happy to know others are reading and enjoying my work. But I want to know it’s genuine.

Now to finally answer your question, lol. (Sorry. I warned you a long time ago, ask a simple question, get an essay answer!)

I have about 45 people on my tag list currently. Still, I’m lucky to get 20 likes. I specify likes because that is a more accurate indicator of reads than overall note count (still lowballs it because we all know silent readers exist, but closer.)

Out of those liking it, maybe five will comment with reblog.

Trust me, I have had those moments where I’ve thought, why bother? But to decide to stop posting because I don’t get 100 notes seems like a slap in the face to the loyal readers that are still here. Even if they are small in number, they are the core of who I’m posting for. It won’t hurt the feelings of those lost readers if I quit (they won’t even know), but I realized it would be like telling the ones that are left “you don’t matter” when they do. And that was really when my way of looking at things changed.

It’s no secret that half the fandom has me blocked but the unexpected result of that has been a real sense of freedom and shedding of the weight of other people’s expectations and judgments.

You will never make everyone happy nor is that your purpose.

When I was new, I would adjust my writing to try and accommodate all the “feedback” (aka criticism). Fixing what one person disliked merely generated something that someone else didn’t like. Irony of ironies, when I just wrote what I wanted to, I got MORE likes/notes.

So, to the point: I do not care about note count nor do I even pay attention to it anymore and haven’t in a while. I have a small core of maybe just under twenty people that I know are going to read, and more importantly, enjoy my work (not read for political reasons, not read to get me to read them back, not read me to pick it apart and try to convince me to write it differently) and that’s enough for me. In fact, I have found that I prefer it.

I prefer a small group of genuine people to a large group of people with agendas and ulterior motives.

Even if that group dropped to say, five. I would still be posting for those five people.

Also worth noting that I’ve noticed it now takes weeks to get that same amount of notes. I used to get those 40+ likes in a matter of hours. Now those 20 likes take weeks. But in a post covid world this feels reasonable. People are back to real life. Sometimes a reader will pop up once a month and binge. I’m fine with that. It tells me my work is still appreciated, but some readers just don’t have the same free time they used to.

Yes, the fandom is dwindling, and we can debate why all day and place blame on this group or that behavior but we need to realize that attrition is a natural part of any fandom. People get bored, lose interest move on to other fandoms, other interests, or just get busy in real life. It is not a reflection of the quality of anyone’s work.

One last thought. You mentioned note count not being indicative of quality and I could not agree more. I’ve seen stellar, should-be-published quality work here get seven notes per chapter. Seven. Work that I would pay to read mind you. So no, note count means nothing, especially when reading/reblogging becomes political.

All of that said, I have made some amazing friends here. People I can share personal details with. People I have met in real life, people I hope to meet in real life in the future. People who support me, laugh with me, cry with me. People who bring their hopes, joys, and sorrows to me so that I can do the same with them.

So even with all the drama and trauma that sometimes comes with Tumblr, and even if I left it tomorrow, I will never regret my time here and when I think about this fandom, note count is the last thing that comes to mind. The community I’ve found here is what I treasure.

For anyone out there struggling with whatever, my DMs are always open, even if we don’t really interact. Because reading is not required for friendship.

Let me preface this by saying it's not all about notes. If notes were of paramount importance to me, I would have been in another fandom and made vastly different decisions with the pairings that I write for. So, it's not about notes… but an observation.

The fandom was already in decline when I joined. In fact, some bigger creators had already left because so many had left. Even so, it was a very different landscape 2 years ago.

Back then, the unwritten rule (as explained to me by a now-gone creator) was 100. If a fic got over 100 notes, it was good; if it was under, it wasn't.

I never put stock in that because I've read phenomenal fics with well under 100 notes. In a fandom that tends to be very transactional and where politics plays a big part in notes, it was never a gauge for me.

But, as the fandom grew smaller, 100 notes became a near impossibility. Many creators have left as a result, and while it's easy to judge, I can understand. It's difficult to put your heart and soul into your work and have it get very little to no interaction. I think those who remain are the diehards; we’re clearly here because we love the content and the community.

That said, I’m curious about what other writers think about the notes they receive today? Is there a number where you say, "OK, it was worth making post-worthy?"

Personally, anything over 50 leaves me giddy these days. lol If it's in the 30 range, I’m content. But it’s funny because I write for Wake the Dead. I know those fics are lucky if they get 20 notes, but it doesn't stop me. I've gotten some of the most self-satisfaction from writing those stories, and having even one enthusiastic reader is so gratifying. So, what about you...

#stop judging yourself by note count #reading is not required for friendship

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clumsy-jiminie · 3 years ago

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the eros pact | kth | part five

◦ pairing :: kim taehyung x female reader

◦ rating :: 18+

◦ genre :: mature content, angst, smut, roommate!au

◦ word count :: 2.8k

◦ chapter warnings :: seokjin is low-key possessive, mentioning of marking, major pda, a little bit of voyeurism, public sex, oral ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex ( alternative bc mentioned ), creampie

◦ tags :: @yoontaethings @pixievelour @jeonpendejo @sxtaep @enchantaeduniverse

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Your heels clicked against the pavement as you walked alongside Taehyung. You held onto his arm tightly, trying to transfer your nervous state to him instead. It was the first time you were going out since the pact had been made. The first time you were going to see Seokjin.

Normally, your nerves could easily be pushed to the side. Excitement to see his face outweighed the anxiety. But now, there was little excitement and all nerves. Could it have to do with the fact you were imagining his lips were on you in place of Taehyung’s? Or maybe because you thought of him as Taehyung filled you with every inch of himself.

What if he found out that the fading love marks on your neck were from another man? What if he found out that they were from your best friend? Your heart slowly began to quicken as your mind filled with these what if’s. The grip on Taehyung’s arm tightened, almost cutting the circulation to his hand.

He stopped walking, causing you to stop as well. You stared straight at his chest, pretending to take in the details of his satin shirt when you were really just losing yourself to anxiety. You felt a finger on your chin, lifting your gaze up to meet with his.

“Stop overthinking.” He said calmly. “You’ll be fine. And if they suspect something, let them. They’ve spent all these years gossiping about us being a thing, and that’s not gonna change.”

Your tinted red lips formed into a pout. “But…”

“Nope. We’re gonna go in there and act as if nothing has changed. And everything is going to be fine.”

With the pout still etched on your lips, you nodded. He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled you inside of the lounge. It was a place your friend group found a couple of years ago and frequented since then. The food was good, and the drinks were cheap. There was no reason to not continue coming back.

You hid your frame behind Taehyung’s, peeking out once he came to a stop. Your heart pounded so hard that you could hear the thudding in your ears over the music. You said your hello’s as your eyes finally landed on Seokjin.

And boy, did he look better than ever.

His dark hair messily laid in front of your eyes as your gaze met. He smiled as he greeted you. You swore you didn’t know what love was until the day you saw him smile.

It brought you back to the night you first met. Never would you have thought that stumbling into him at one of Taehyung’s famous house parties would change your life for the better. He was so kind, helping your drunken body to the nearest couch. Then he sat with you all night, steering you away from any suspicious men who wanted to take advantage of your state. He only left when he knew you were safe with Taehyung.

A nudge from Taehyung prompted you to wave back as you slid into the barstool. It was wrong of you to drool over the man while his girlfriend sat right next to him. Her arm linked with his, publicly letting everyone know he’s off of the market.

It should’ve been your arm around his.

Your lips barely grazed his earlobe as you whispered sweet nothings to him.

You deserved that spot.

The conversation proceeded as normal. Everyone caught up with each other and told stories about their past week. As you consumed alcohol, the nerves melted away. You grew more comfortable and worried less about the fading purple bruises littered on your skin.

Seokjin took notice of these marks, though, only raising an eyebrow briefly before dropping it. He assumed you gave up on hiatus from hookups and got some attention finally. Not that it concerned him. Who cared if you had another’s lips pressed to your skin as you made a symphony of noises for them.

He sure didn’t.

You looked different to him, for some reason. Your skin was glowing as you laughed and leaned into Taehyung. Why did he suddenly hate that you were so close to him? He drowned these thoughts with shots of vodka. He drank until his mind filled with something else. There should be no reason why these feelings were popping up. He was completely satisfied with the woman that sat next to him.

You didn’t notice as the couple snuck away from the table, too engulfed in an intense game of thumb wrestling with Taehyung. He chuckled as he watched your minuscule thumb try to attack his and pin it down. He knew he could easily beat you within seconds, but maybe he just wanted a reason to hold your hand.

After a few moments of uncoordinated wiggling from your finger, he finally let you win. You threw your arms up in the air, giggling as you stared at the man with a proud grin. He shook his head, your smile infecting him and causing his own to grow. Your red-tinted lips tempted him to lean in and steal a kiss. And he almost went for it, if it wasn’t for the sudden realization where he was. He turned away from you, opting to put his lips on a swig of beer for the time being.

Your smile slowly faded as you looked down at your drink. Stirring the liquid inside with a small red straw, you looked up in hopes to steal a glance from Seokjin, but he and his girlfriend were missing from the table. Your brows furrowed as your eyes scanned the room for the couple. They normally don’t leave unannounced.

Then you spotted them, across the room on a couch.

Seokjin was making out heavily with his girlfriend. She was on top of him, sat in his lap, as they shared an alcohol-filled kiss. This was right in your line of view like Seokjin purposely picked that specific spot just so you can watch.

And that you did.

You watched the passion-filled kiss they shared. You imagined yourself in her place, with his hands holding onto your ass with the tightest of grips as your hips worked their way against his throbbing cock.

You stared shamelessly, a warmth growing between your legs as fantasies clouded your mind. You needed to do something about this now before you resorted to discreetly rubbing your thighs together.

“Taehyung…” You whispered while leaning over towards him. Your eyes didn’t leave the couple for one second.

He took the final sip of his beer, placing the empty bottle on the table before he glanced down at you. “Hm?”

“Peaches.”

He furrowed his brows. Why would you call peaches in a public place? It was something neither of you discussed because the chance of it happening was so slim. He expected both of you to at least have the ability to keep it together outside, letting the energy pent up until you got home. But then he followed your line of sight, and it clicked for him. You were being fueled by Seokjin’s public display of affection.

He didn’t question it, just slid out of his barstool before taking your hand in his and pulling you off your own. He leads you through the sea of people. Your next destination was the bathroom.

But you didn’t see Seokjin pulling away from his lover, catching a glimpse of you two sneaking off somewhere. His brows furrowed as well. Everyone in the friend group knew you were head over heels for him, so what were you doing running off with Taehyung?

“No fucking way.” He mumbled to himself. The girl in his lap heard, removing her head from being buried in his neck.

She looked at the man before glancing at what he was staring at. “Aw!” She cooed, returning her gaze to him. “You think they’re finally together?”

As Taehyung pulled you into the bathroom, Seokjin had to force a smile on his face.

“I hope so.”

He lied through his teeth. Little did you know, you were solely Seokjin’s. Your awkwardness amused him. How your cheeks turned the shade of cherry red, and how your words would come out a fumbled mess. That was his. And now, his mind was soiled with the image of you under Taehyung, loving you so well that your flushed cheeks and fumbled words belonged to him.

And that couldn’t happen.

The door barely shut before you grabbed Taehyung by his shirt and pulled him into you. Lips crashed into yours as drunken giggles escaped through the spaces in between. Your fingers eagerly started working on his belt as he guided you further into the bathroom.

Your butt hit the counter of the sink as you broke the kiss. He hasn’t seen you this eager to mess around since the pact was started. Honestly, it was kind of hot. The wide smile on your lips as you unbuttoned his jeans made his member throb. He watched as you lowered yourself to a crouching position, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you yanked the tight material down his thighs.

You pulled the waistband of his boxer briefs down just enough for his member to spring out. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dark pink tip oozing out clear precum. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft as you took his throbbing tip into your mouth. He emitted a low groan as he marveled at the sight. You worked your hand in sync with your mouth, moving back and forth as your tongue glided along the underside of his cock.

As your head bobbed on his member, he had to bite down on his lip to keep back the sounds of pleasure. And when you suddenly decided to take all of his length into your mouth, having his tip pressed against the back of your throat, he damn near lost his cool. His hand found the back of your head, holding you in place for longer. You hummed contently. The vibrations from your throat made his eyes roll back for a moment before he released you.

When you pulled off, you let out a deep breath. You used your hand to stroke him quickly, using your own spit as lube as you focused on his tip. You looked up at him, eyes swirling with lust as he crumbled in your palms. He couldn’t wait any longer, dying to feel your walls sucking him in. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you onto your feet.

His lips placed a messy kiss to your mouth, tongues sloppily gliding past each other. He started to inch your dress up over your hips before pulling away.

“Do you… have a… condom?” He asked as his lips latched onto your neck.

“Nope.” You answered simply before squeaking when his lips found your weakest spot.

Prepared to have another hickey on your neck, deciding to address the rumors that will sprout from it at a later time, your eyes fluttered shut. You waited for his lips to suckle against your skin, but it never happened. Your eyes opened to see him staring down at you, worry over his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“No condom?”

“So?” Your fingers wrapped around his now softening member, which suddenly perked up because of the attention. You loved the feeling of it stiffening between your fingers.

“So?!” Taehyung was trying hard to think logically, but the way your soft hands stroked him made it feel like a losing battle. “I… What if—”

“You’re not fucking anyone else, are you?” You leaned in to press your lips against his neck. “I know I’m not,” you whispered into his ear before lightly sucking on his lobe.

You were gonna drive him insane.

“And you know I’m on the pill.” You added before pulling back to look at him. He swore he could drown in your eyes, so sultry and yet so innocent.

“I’m dying to feel you inside of me. I want you to fill every inch of me.” You purred, gathering the precum from his tip onto your fingertips. You stuck it in your mouth, savoring at the bittersweet taste on your tongue.

Any logic he had left instantly left his mind. He grabbed your hips and turned you around. He rolled up your dress until your ass was visible, taking a moment to grip at your flesh. You yelped at his sudden roughness, feeling him pull down your panties in one swoop.

“Oh my god,” he exhaled as his fingers glided against your sopping slits. You shivered at the touch, impatiently pressing yourself into his fingers.

“You’re so wet already.” He whispered as you gathered your hair and pulled it to one side. He kissed at your newly exposed skin as your eyes locked in the mirror. Seeing him behind you, anticipating what was coming next. Your jaws dropped in unison as Taehyung pushed his throbbing cock into you.

You gripped onto the counter tightly, eyes fluttering close as the feeling of skin on skin rushed a wave of pleasure into you. It was something different, unmatchable to using a condom. You leaned forward a little more, yearning for more of that addictive feeling.

With a tight grip on your hips, Taehyung snapped into you. You were already warmed up, just aching to be touched. There was no reason to go slow, especially with your friends outside waiting for both of you.

You forgot where you were, moaning loudly as his member dug deep inside of you. This caused Taehyung to quickly cover your mouth with his hand, hushing you quietly. He continued his ruthless attack, easily pressing against your cervix with each thrust.

Your walls convulsed around him briefly. How were you already so close? Was it the setting? Or the fact that you were provided with some real-life fuel? Whatever it was had you close and then over the edge within a few thrusts, causing you to whimper into his hand. His thrust slowed, feeling your walls tighten around him with no barrier could’ve put him in his own orgasm.

He removed his hand from your mouth, gluing it to your hip instead to stable himself. He circled his hips, remaining deep inside of you as his eyes shut tightly.

“God,” he groaned before increasing the speed of his hips again.

The was a hard knock on the door, pulling you out of your mind and into reality. Your walls tightened around him as your body stiffened. Your walls sucked him in, causing his hips to stop briefly.

“Occupied!” He huffed out. His hand guided you down until you were laying against the counter. He gathered up your hair with the same hand and pulled it lightly, just enough to create an arch in your back.

This angle provided perfect access to your spot, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you whimpered underneath him. He snapped into you ruthlessly, his hips growing sloppier by each thrust.

“Where do you want me to cum?” He rasped out, staring down at the view you provided him.

“Inside of me.”

His hips stopped, pushing deep inside of you as his tip pressed into your cervix. You moaned, the prolonged pressure causing a shiver to dance along your spine.

“What?”

He had no idea what had gotten into you tonight. First, calling peaches in public, then going raw, and now finishing inside of you? You had an underlying freaky side that he was dying to see.

You mewled, turning your head so you could see him out of the corner of your eyes as you slowly move your hips forward, then back on his cock. You continued until you had a steady pace, imagining him as your dildo that suctioned to the wall. The sight alone made his length throb inside of you. And in unison with your hips fucking him back, he didn’t know how long he was going to delay this orgasm.

“Please fill me up. I wanna feel your cum inside of me.”

“Ah, fuck,” was all he was about to get out as he tightly gripped your ass. You could feel his cock throbbing as he spilled his warm liquid inside of you. You moaned contently, speeding up the pace of your hips to make sure you got every drop from him. He almost doubled over, leaning forward to firmly place his hand on the counter to hold up his weakening legs. You giggled innocently at the sight before stopping.

He slowly withdrew himself from you. His cock was so sensitive from your actions that it stung a little. When he was fully out, he heard the small drops of his cum leaking out of you and hitting the floor. He worked quickly to clean you up before himself. You both dressed and fixed yourselves before your eyes met.

“You’re a little freak,” he teased with a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah,” you shrugged. You grabbed Taehyung's shirt again, pulling him down for one last kiss.

“But you love it.” You mumbled against his lips.

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imkylotrash · 4 years ago

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Heyy, could I request a Saul x student!reader, of age, where they're in the middle of an argument and someone utters those three words, i love you, and clearly they've not said to each other before... ends with fluff? also angst first cuz we all love that (hides in the corner with my blanket)

I hope this is what you had in mind 💛

The day starts out good. Like really good. As in showering together, laughing when he creates a foam beard, hot kisses behind closed doors. It starts out good. By lunchtime, you’ve stolen several moments in empty classrooms and in empty corridors. Even though you’ve been together for almost a year now, it still feels like that honeymoon phase in the beginning of the relationship.

“I have to go,” you whisper giving him a final kiss before running to class. You’re not sure when things turn sour but when you return to his chambers that night, he’s definitely not in the honeymoon phase anymore.

“Something wrong?” you ask closing the door behind you. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed his entire body rigid. In the entirety of your relationship, you’ve had exactly one fight right in the beginning and it was so unimportant that you don’t even remember what is was about. But this right here is new territory. You’ve never seen him this upset.

“Saul?” you ask wondering if he even heard you. He looks so lost in his thoughts you’re not sure he’s even noticed you yet. Carefully, you walk in front of him getting on your knees so you can look at him properly.

“What happened, hon’?” you ask attempting to cup his cheeks but he pushes your hands away. His anger is definitely directed at you yet you have no idea what you could’ve possibly done in the last few hours since you saw him last.

“Did you tell someone about us?” he asks getting up to pace the room. You stay down trying to figure out how on Earth he’d find out that you told one friend. She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone and you’d been desperate to talk to someone. It’s hard not being able to talk to your friends about relationship subjects. Sometimes you just need a second opinion.

“I... I told-”

“So you did? Who?” He paces even faster not even looking at you as you slowly get on your feet. You have a feeling this is going to be more than just a calm chat.

“I told Amber. But she promised she wouldn’t say anything. I’d trust her with my life!” you defend her hoping he’ll believe you. There’s no way Amber would tell anyone. In the five years you’ve known her, she’s kept every secret you’ve ever shared.

“Clearly, she did. Because I just had to lie to Farah’s face and say that the rumours most certainly weren’t true.” You understand his frustration but you also think it’s a little misguided. You’ve kept the secret for a year at his request, he was the one worried what everyone would think despite him not being your headmaster. You were a fairy meaning you had nothing to do with the specialists and in turn with Saul. But he had remained adamant that he couldn’t date a student publicly, so you kept the secret.

“Someone must’ve overheard us then. I can vouch for her,” you say trying to think logically. There’s a lot of young teenage girls who harboured a crush on the soldier standing in front of you. You wouldn’t put it past one of them to try to ruin your relationship by telling everyone what they’d overheard.

“Why would you tell her in the first place? Why risk it?” he says trying to keep his cool. You know he’s not one to yell easily but the vein in his neck tells you he’s about to blow.

“I just needed to talk some things through,” you say weakly not wanting to admit the real reason why you talked to Amber. Not when he’s acting like this.

“What things could be so important that you’d risk this entire relationship?” he yells finally giving in to the urge. It’s the first time he’s ever yelled at you and it makes you feel incredibly small.

“I risk our relationship by having a private conversation with someone I trust completely?” you ask feeling yourself get angry too. This is so unfair. Maybe he doesn’t need to talk to others and consult but you do. And you should be allowed to do so with just one person.

“Yes! I told you I wanted to wait until you graduated!” he exclaims throwing out his arms in a real tantrum style. This is so far from the Saul you know and adore. How did today get so twisted?

“You better choose your next words very carefully,” you say trying to regain some of your posture. You don’t want to yell at him. You want him to calm down and have an actual conversation with you.

“You certainly didn’t pick your words carefully. Or we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Your brain is begging you to walk out and end this fight right now but your heart is telling you to stay and fix this.

“Mess? That’s what you want to call this? What is your problem?” you ask feeling your hands shake with actual anger.

“My problem is you blabbering to everyone when I told you to keep it a secret and you can’t even tell my why!”

“You want to know why I told Amber? What I needed to talk about?” you yell losing your cool once again. You are so over taking the high road. If he wants to insult you and yell at you, you’re not just going to take it.

“Yes!”

“Fine! I needed to talk to her because I wanted advice on how to tell you that I love you!” Deafening silence. Out of all the reasons you’d need to talk to Amber, he definitely wasn’t expecting this.

“You love me?” he asks very quietly compared to his yelling before. Of course the answer is yes, but right now you don’t. Right now, you want to walk out and never talk to him again.

“Not right now, I don’t.” You cross your arms waiting for him to throw another fit but he stays silent. You’re pretty sure you’d rather have him yelling than this state of shock. Is it so unimaginable that after a year you’d be ready to tell him that you love him? Is it because the feeling isn’t mutual? Maybe he wanted to keep it a secret because he never thought it would go further than a fling.

“I’m going to go,” you say not ready to hear all the reasons why he doesn’t feel the same. He grabs your wrist as you pass him causing you to stop. Even now his touch sends a chill down your spine.

“Don’t go. I’m an asshole.”

“You won’t hear me argue that.” It helps to hear him admit it though. You truly are sorry that word got around but you never intended for that to happen. You just needed advice from someone you could trust.

“Do you still love me after the way I just behaved?” he asks stroking your arm gently instead of gripping into your wrist. It’s such a small thing but it sends your nerves into overdrive. It’s always like this when he touches you.

“Of course I do. I just won’t be treated like that and be expected to take it.”

“You shouldn’t have to. I was worked up and you were in the line of fire. I’m truly sorry.” You take a deep breath just wanting this fight to be over with. You hate fighting with him especially when you only have so much time with him throughout the day. Mornings and nights are times where you should be cuddled up in the bed talking about everything and nothing.

“Well?”

“Well what?” he asks confused at the question.

“I told you I love you. It’s pretty natural to at least give some sort of response.” He laughs quietly looking straight into your eyes.

“Do you honestly think I’d ever say anything other than I love you too?” Finally, you can relax. You’ll admit this hasn’t been ideal, but you’re happy you got to say it. You’ve been wanting to for the last month just waiting for the right time. Turns out there never really is a right time for these kinds of things. You just have to throw yourself in the deep end and hope you’ll float.

“It’s nice to hear you say it though.” He leans in to kiss you and you let him. You don’t want to be mad at him anymore.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you again. He tells you a third time before lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. A fourth time before he carefully places kisses down your neck. A fifth time before he starts unbuttoning your shirt. You stop counting after that.

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