#obviously though i couldn't saying anything. good for them everyone should get out of here yknow

[inrainbowscd]

haven't stopped crying since i woke up 🧍‍♂️ one of the 5 ppl i care abt is gonna move to another city at the end of the year and it feels like i just got hit by a bus. why is everything so hard

[reidsaurora]

hil! so im a little nervous to send this in and confused how exactly to request but im gonna try anyway

the summer celebration and the banner is so cute! could i please request for you to write a "Malibu Dream House - domestic!au" with Reid and fem!reader? Spencer and reader are expecting (unless you're uncomfy with pregnancy, then they can just be a couple that's moving) and relocating, buying a home together. and the team comes over for a house warming party during well obviously the summer! just like cute fluffy dynamics between everyone. Rossi is protecting the bbq like it’s his baby and ofc Ms. Penelope Garcia is excited at the possibilities of the couple’s future

i hope this isn’t too boring a request, and of course no pressure to write this, i just hope you’re having a good day and hope summer treats you well 🩵

hi, lovey! sorry this took so long! as usual, i don't have an excuse alshalsjsksh 💀 hope u enjoy though!

"With A Little Help From Our Friends" ~ S. Reid

Summary: When Reader is feeling apprehensive about the end of her pregnancy, Spencer reminds her that really all you need is a little help from your friends.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 1,846

Content Warning: pregnancy stuff, a little sexual humor at the end, food talk, small mention of a gun (this is CM after all), lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: it definitely didn't take me three different attempts to write something without scrapping it...

Originally Written: 07/23/2024 through 07/27/2024

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold (love u my editor 4 life)

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Malibu Dream House - domestic!au

Crashing Waves - angst requests -> Sun Kissed - fluff requests

To say the last couple months had been busy would've been an understatement.

Sure, when you and Spencer first saw that little blue plus sign, you went into full-blown parent mode. It started with some baby clothes, then some bottles, then the crib… But, entering the last trimester of your pregnancy, that's when things started to get real.

In the process of getting ready, you'd acquired enough things for a potential army of babies, making Spencer's apartment—originally intended for one resident—feel even tinier than the baby you were soon to birth. So what was Spencer's genius solution? Move into a new house, because he simply couldn't get rid of his baby's things before she'd even arrived.

And that was how you found yourselves heavily pregnant and moving into your new three-bedroom Cape Cod in the quiet town of Cabin John, Maryland. Perhaps you should've found somewhere that wouldn't require waiting until your eighth month of pregnancy to move in, but with its charming blue-and-white exterior and flower boxes on nearly every window, it was hard to say no to the place.

The last week had been spent moving everything in, not much thanks to you but thanks to your friends/colleagues of the BAU. Pretty much everyone had been in and out of your home over the week, but Spencer still insisted that the two of you should throw a housewarming party, and who were you to say no to that cute smile and big brown eyes? You only hoped your daughter wouldn't inherit them, or else you might just take that two letter word out of your vocabulary altogether.

Now you were here, in the kitchen supply aisle of the grocery store, contemplating what paper plates to use for the party.

“I really don't think anyone's going to care about the design, love,” Spencer attempted to reassure you. “Just so long as they aren't flimsy.”

Your pregnancy brain was basically ignoring him at this point though. “What if I buy the wrong ones and they think they're ugly?”

Spencer pouted, though he placed a supportive hand on your back. “How long have you known my colleagues? And how many times has someone said something mean about something so miniscule?”

“There was that one time Rossi said he didn't like that flower arrangement I put on the coffee table.”

“In his defense, he said they were the same colors that his second wife had at their wedding,” he explained, then chuckled. “He was probably just having some PTSD.”

Eventually, after a few more minutes of contemplation, you decided on the basic white ones, Spencer reassuring you all the while that they were perfect. Then, it was onto cutlery, which was just another thing for your brain to pick apart. You knew it was silly, truly, but you just couldn't get yourself out of your own head about even the most miniscule things.

On top of that, it seemed as though your husband hadn't missed your shift in behavior. Sometimes it sucked that he read people for a living.

“Honey,” he started, his tone sounding oddly like the word he'd just said, “are you sure this is about paper plates and plastic forks?”

Normally, you'd be able to put up a fight with your brain, push down the thoughts and explain later in the comfort of your home. But pregnant you was much different than regular you, and it only took that one question to have you tearing up.

You leaned into his shoulder, hoping to suppress the sounds of your cries. “What if I make all the wrong choices and the baby hates me?”

His lips met the crown of your head for a gentle kiss, followed by a soft sigh. “I promise she'll love you. You're going to be the most wonderful mother any little girl could ask for.”

“But what if I buy her the wrong diapers and she yells at me?”

Spencer gave you that signature pout, and a small swarm of butterflies set off in your belly. “I doubt she'll be that picky over them, but if she is, we just buy her new ones and make it better.”

You couldn't help but snicker through your tears. “I feel like that's awful advice, but I think I get what you mean.”

“C'mere,” he mumbled, pulling you in as closely as possible. Your bump had made it hard for hugs to happen, but that definitely didn't stop your husband from trying. “You're going to make a mistake or two. It's in our nature. I will most likely make a lot more than one or two mistakes-”

“Not true. You're gonna be the best dad in history.”

“And you will be the best mom in history. It's going to be a learning curve for all three of us. But, when they say ‘it takes a village,’ at least we know we have our village. JJ will be there to help with all your new mom questions and Hotch will be there to help me build her first treehouse. Kate will be there when she starts playing with makeup and we start to feel old.”

You giggled into his shoulder, earning you a small smile. “Penny will be there just to spoil her.”

“Emily will be there just to teach her how to flip someone off,” he snickered, the sound vibrating against your skin. Then, he was pulling you up for a long but sweet kiss, the taste of his morning coffee taking over your senses. “We've got this. You've got this.”

And instantly, you were feeling better. You knew Spencer knew magic, but sometimes you swore he was a wizard with the way he could change things just by saying one thing.

—

The second you pulled into the driveway, your heart sank to your stomach.

“Spence, why is the gate open?” You only hoped he had a reasonable explanation.

Unfortunately, his answer was not at all what you were hoping to hear. “I'm not sure. I don't think I left it open.”

Abandoning your party supplies in the car, the two of you headed toward the gate, Spencer insisting you and the baby stay behind him. As an FBI agent, he knew never to go anywhere without a gun, so luckily he at least had some way to protect you and himself if it came to that.

With one hand, he pushed open the cracked gate, the other lingering near his firearm just in case. The two of you quietly and slowly made your way into the backyard. Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, it felt like it would jump right out of your ribcage. Spencer managed to remain his normal, calm self, but you couldn't say the same.

And then, just as you rounded the corner: “SURPRISE!”

Both you and Spencer nearly jumped out of your skin at the screams, though you both quickly realized what was going on.

Pink and white balloon arrangements, one table filled to the brim with gifts and another covered with various snack trays and drinks. If it wasn't clear this was a baby shower, the sea of people in pink outfits would've been the giveaway.

Penelope was first to greet you, her pink sundress bouncing as she practically ran to meet you. “You don't understand how hard it was to keep this from you,” she said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

Your arms flew around her neck, and hers wrapped around what they could of your stomach. “What is all this?” Now you were on the verge of tears with her.

“Papa Rossi wanted to throw you guys a shower and of course we had to surprise you.”

You let go of Penelope and turned to Rossi, wearing his normal attire, except for his normal white button-down had been replaced with a pink one. “Dave, you old softie!”

His arms wrapped around your neck for a small hug, and he left a peck to each of your cheeks. “I love you, kid, but don't call me old.”

You laughed as he let go, and immediately he walked over to the grill, like that was where he belonged. Then, you and Spencer were off to make the rounds.

Spencer wore the biggest smile you'd ever seen, aside from the one he had when you'd first shown him the pregnancy test. Even though you'd been with Spencer for nearly a decade, you still felt butterflies and goosebumps when he smiled, when he laughed, when he called you ‘love’.

“He's gonna be the best,” Penelope said, her eyes following yours.

You smiled before turning back to her. “Yeah, he really will.”

Just then, Luke and Spencer headed your way, Spencer moving to stand behind you. Immediately, you leaned into him, and he took your belly in his hands, relieving some of the pressure there. “Why were you staring?” he teased in your ear.

“I just think you're pretty,” you giggled, the sound like music to your husband's ears.

Luke snickered at the interaction, though he tossed an arm around his girl, giving Penny a quick kiss on the head. “By the way, you guys should have babies more often. This woman has been cooking enough to feed an army. She left like ten casseroles in the fridge for you guys.”

“Penelope,” Spencer gave her a soft look of something close to disapproval, though you knew he didn't mean it. “You didn't have to do that.”

“You and Mama are gonna need something to eat, and I know you guys are not going to feel like cooking after being up with a newborn all night.”

And it was time for another hug, the tears from earlier actually falling this time. You weren't sure what it was about pregnancy, but you'd realized it had made you awfully touchy. But you didn't care, especially today, when you were in the arms of some of your best friends.

“Hey, Penny,” Luke said as he watched the encounter, a tone of slyness to his words. “Maybe we should hop on the train next. Then you'll have a reason to make that breakfast casserole more often.”

She pulled away from the hug before turning to her boyfriend with probably the most serious look you'd ever seen her wear. “Luke Santiago Alvez, if you bring your man-juices anywhere near me, I will rip off your thingy and then feed it to you.”

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips. Then, you turned to Spencer, who was just confused. “Did she just call it a thingy?”

“Did she just say man-juices?” His sentence elicited giggles from all four of you.

It was then that “With A Little Help From My Friends” by The Beatles started to play on the speaker, no doubt having been taken over by Hotch. But as the song played, you couldn't help but notice the sea of people all here for your baby. Sure, you were terrified. But you knew you'd get through it: with just a bit of help from your friends.

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[figgrrr0]

Hii im new here! Found your blog by chance and I love how you write! Would you be able to write wanderer x jealous!reader on valentines day? Lets say Wanderer has got a lot of admirers from the akademiya and reader is just silently furious abt it but doesnt say anything. When Wanderer finds out he fucks them nicely and praise them/ reassures them <333

Apparently I struggle to do angry jealousy, I just make it sad... but it's light this time! And soft.

Also it feels so weird writing Wanderer as a name??

Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!

Valentine's with Wanderer

Character: Top!Wanderer/Scaramouche

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: Classic Scara misunderstandings, praise/reassurance, fingering, soft sex, slight angst(?) it's more hinted I guess

Plot: A little // Word count: 1.9k

Valentine's Day: a day of love, gifts, and showing appreciation for your partner.

Usually, everyone tries to take the day off, freeing up their schedule so that they can focus entirely on the occasion, however it may be that they want to spend it. Which is why you were quite surprised to find yourself alone in bed when you woke up in the morning.

Now, that's not when you started feeling doubt. After all, maybe Wanderer, your boyfriend of the past few months, was in the kitchen. Breakfast in bed is a traditional start to Valentine's Day, and an easy way to get in anyone's good books. But, when you heard nothing after a few minutes of waiting, – no clanking of cutlery or slamming of cabinets – you just had to go see where he was.

Unluckily for you, all you could find was a little note, hastily sprawled and left waiting on the counter:

"I'll be gone for a while, don't wait up for me. I left you some breakfast in the cupboard, it might need heating up if you stay in bed too long, but that's not my fault...

–Happy Valentine's Day."

As usual, his handwriting is kind of hard to read; quick and messy. But, at least he did technically make you breakfast, even if he also alluded to you being lazy.

However, what most takes your attention, is the blotch of ink that splattered right at the end of "fault". It was as if he were hesitating to let go, to pick up the pen and leave it at that.

Which is why you felt oddly warm at the fact that the last part was perfectly legible and obviously had been written slower than the rest.

Even though you know Wanderer isn't particularly fond of outright expressing his feelings, you thought that surely, today of all days, he could push aside his own pride for you. Even just a little. Maybe that was too high of an expectation. His ambitions never let him take a break, so why would he take one for a made-up holiday?

Well... at least he's aware enough of your excitement for the day to acknowledge it first thing in the morning, even if he wasn't there to actually say it.

But, you knew that with Wanderer, everything would be awkward and touchy the first time around. You had to move slowly. Baby steps, you remind yourself, as you head back to your shared room to start getting ready.

It's only the start of the day.

...

You wish it weren't Valentine's Day.

Every street was lined with couples, each and every one of them holding hands, carrying flowers... things that you should be doing with your boyfriend right now.

And it didn't help that you felt like everyone was judging you for being alone, especially when most of them likely knew who you were dating. It's not like you hadn't seen them staring before now.

You couldn't blame them, really. Wanderer had shown up in Sumeru suddenly and didn't feel especially inclined to explain himself, so of course people would be curious. You just didn't like the way that their eyes would... linger after him. Even when you were there! And on the rare day that Wanderer was comfortable enough to let you hold onto him in public, the admiring stares turned to full-blown jealousy.

Now, what was wrong with that? Shouldn't that be an ego boost for you? You'd thought so too, at first. But then you realised that just meant they'd want to try and steal him from you.

You thought you could put up with it at first. After all, you knew that Wanderer wouldn't stand for anyone else touching him or getting in his way other than you. You trusted him just fine. You didn't trust the average Akademiya goer, though. They all seemed to think they were entitled to have whatever – or whoever – they wanted, just because they'd gotten into the prestigious school at all.

You'd tried to bring up your concerns to Wanderer about the whispers going around and the jealous looks you'd get when walking through the streets or halls of the Akademiya. Almost instantaneously, he shut down your complaints, finding the words so easily that it almost felt as though he hadn't even tried.

"Tch... they're annoying and only want to waste our time. Just ignore them like I do."

That response was actually exactly what you'd expected to hear, and while you were grateful for his straightforward answer, you'd wanted a more... passionate outcome. Something to show he cared.

That definitely isn't what you got, considering he didn't even look at you when he said it.

After that, you didn't want to bring up the same problem again. Especially not on Valentines Day, even though he'll probably come home having been confessed to over twenty times in the past hour alone. Okay, maybe you were over-exaggerating a little, but it really didn't feel like it to you. Plus, it's the day of love! You're allowed a little leeway for feeling paranoid, right?

Maybe this evening will be better, when Wanderer finally comes come.

...

As you walk through the door, you're instantly met with a faint smell that you recognised to be the lavender lemongrass scented candles that you kept around the house. Of course, this clued you in to the fact that Wanderer must already be home. But what solidified this, was that when you walked through the doorway, there he was, waiting for you standing next to a vase of beautifully arranged flowers. It was mainly made up of your favourite flower, along with some of the famous Valentine's flowers as well, such as roses, carnations, and even some daisies.

Most likely, it was thought up by the florist that he went to. But at least he knew your favourite flower, as well as followed the tradition of buying them for you at all.

Often times, it was unusual for him to initiate physical touch with you; even though he was comfortable with you, he still just wasn't used to it yet. Tonight, however, he seemed to have no trouble in walking right up to you, taking your hand to guide you into the living room, where you could both just relax in each other's company. The calming lavender lemongrass candles eased your mood quite well, and you were happy that your Wanderer had really tried for Valentine's day.

...

You had a lovely evening with your boyfriend, cuddling on the couch as you spoke in hushed voices about anything and everything (even if he was slightly apprehensive to start), the lovely atmosphere of romantic music quietly flooding through from the street.

And even though it had felt perfect, as you get ready to retire for the night, the candles having gone out a while ago, you can't help but feel the uncertainty from before start to overtake your thoughts again.

Resigning yourself to forget about it, you get into your side of the bed, your Wanderer already having been waiting for you to return. But he can tell that something in your mood has changed almost as soon as he lays his eyes on you again.

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing."

He leans forward, showing his engagement. "Bullshit. If you don't tell me, there's nothing I can do to help you get over it."

"I just... those people from the Akademiya... they're still bothering me." You look down at your hands.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second, "I've told you to just ignore them. There's nothing I can do to control how people think of you, or me, or us."

"I can't just ignore them!" You whine, "They're always looking at us when we're together... it's making me worried..."

At that, he looks over at you, his eyes scrunching as he thinks your words over. "Worried about what?"

Not sure how to say it, you move yourself to lay against him. Your back is pressed to his chest now, and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck helps to soothe your thoughts just enough for you to find the words:

"...I don't want them to take you from me..."

Now, it's Wanderer's turn to be silent. Now, he realises the mistake he'd made in telling you to just ignore those insignificant people; by ignoring the problem himself, he'd made you focus on it more. Of course you'd be feeling worried about this, he'd shut it down the first time you'd tried bringing it up.

You didn't need to just forget about it. You needed to work through it so that you could forget about it.

After almost a minute of tense silence, you're surprised when you feel his lips press gently to the back of your neck, accompanied moments later by his arm curling around you, pulling you ever closer against him. His hand rests over the place where your heart rests, while the other intertwines your fingers with his against your stomach, as if caging in the butterflies that start to flutter.

"Allow me to try again..." He presses a kiss to your ear before speaking again, "you don't need to think about them, or what I think about them." The hand on your heart shifts to cup your chest, your breath wavering when his hand brushes over your hardening nipples. "Because I'll never want anyone but you."

Then, the night is almost a blur.

Wanderer sneakily pulls a bottle of rose scented lube from under the pillow, liberally gathering some as he starts to stretch you out on his fingers. The scent slowly fills the room, intoxicating you on the heady fragrance, allowing it to pull you deeper into the moment.

He steadily pushes his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you, never slowing until after you've cum around his lubed up digits. Your hand finds purchase with the one on your chest, tightening your grip around him as you come down from the residual high.

He's whispering short encouragements to you while you collect your breath, the moans you'd been letting out dying on your tongue. Wanderer slowly lifts your leg, allowing him to guide his hard cock to finally, finally press against your hole, not making you wait to feel him as the slowly pushes in.

You don't need to adjust much, the lube and his attentive fingers having done the work well enough that only the comforting sensation of being full registers in your core. He starts thrusting when you signal that you're ready, his pace is easy and the power behind his hips is controlled enough to pull a soft moan from you with each stroke. It's different from what you're used to, but it's good. So good. And what makes it better is the hushed and stuttered, "I love you," and, "You're the only one that matters," that gets breathed into your shoulder as you both approach your shared climax.

The next morning, you wake up to find your Wanderer exactly where he ended last night; right next to you in your bed. You close your eyes contentedly, knowing you'll never have to worry about him being taken from you.

He's your Wanderer.

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[headkiss]

could I request joel and shy!reader, the first time that they share a bed/spend the night together? she learns that even though he is a grumpy old fart he is also a huge cuddler? I love your writing for joel!!

grumpy old fart made me giggle! here u go lovely!!! | 0.8k fluff

It feels like you’ve been walking for days, the heel of your beat-up shoes rubbing uncomfortably against your skin, your backpack feeling heavier and heavier on your shoulders.

Somehow, Joel looks unfazed. Of course, he’s got dirt all over and you’re sure he is tired, but he doesn’t look it. He’d probably keep walking until he physically couldn't anymore.

You don’t complain, because everyone’s tired and sore, and the last thing you’d want to do is cause trouble or annoyance.

Still, when you spot a motel in the distance, the relief washes over you.

There’s only one room left in the place that’s sleepable now, the rest of them blocked off or broken down from debris and years of being empty. Well, it’s technically two rooms; a door in between to conjoin them, and Ellie quickly claims one of them as her own for the night.

She shuts the conjoining door behind her, probably to have the privacy to clean up as much as possible with whatever’s in her bag.

You and Joel stand in silence for a bit, the one bed in the room sticking out a little too obviously.

“I can take the floor,” you offer.

“No, you take the bed.”

Joel’s stubborn, and cold, and often grumpy, but it doesn’t stop you from liking him. He’s risking his life to save the girl in the next room, and no matter how aloof he acts, the way he looks out for you says enough.

He’s a good man, even if he doesn’t believe it himself.

“What about your back?” You know it’s been bothering him, “you need it more than I do.”

“We’ll just share, alright?”

Joel suggests it before he really thinks it through, because he might have a hard time sleeping next to you. It’s to no fault of your own, really, he just doesn’t know how much longer he can keep you at arm’s length when he has this stupid fucking urge to hold you and protect you with all he has.

He’s not sure how someone like you wound up with someone like him, but he wouldn’t dream of complaining.

“Oh, yeah. Sure,” you say.

You like Joel more than you should and the thought of sleeping next to him has your nerves flaring. You’ve never slept next to him before, even when the body heat would’ve been helpful.

You’re quiet throughout dinner (a can of long expired Chef Boyardee split between three), busy thinking, trying to get your shit together because you shouldn’t be nervous. It’s just a bed. It’s Joel.

Happy with her meal, Ellie goes back to her room to read one of the new comic books you’d found a bit ago, leaving with a, “goodnight, dudes.”

Then, it’s just you and Joel again.

He cleans up the food as you pull back the blankets on the bed to assess the sheets. You decide on grabbing your sleeping bags and unzipping them to use as blankets instead.

“The ones on the bed are pretty gross,” you say when Joel peeks over at you, like you needed to explain yourself.

Joel knows you well by now, knows your tells and quirks, and he can see that you’re nervous, off, hands smoothing out the sleeping bags shakily.

“I can take the floor if you’re uncomfortable,” he says, walking over to you.

“No!” You answer quickly, “it’s not that. I’ve just- um, never shared a bed with anyone before.”

“You don’t have to do anything different. Just gotta sleep, okay?”

Right, just sleep, this isn’t special. You’ve gotta get a grip.

“Yeah, okay.”

“If you’d rather we can put the pillows in the middle.”

There he goes again, caring for you in small, simple ways that speak volumes.

“No, that’s alright.”

“Best get some sleep, then.”

You nod, and Joel walks around to the other side of the bed. You both climb in, laying on your backs for a bit. You can't seem to sleep, and he seems to notice.

“You good?”

“Huh?” You turn your head to look at him, cheek against the pillow, “yeah, fine.”

Joel lays on his side to face you, a distance clearly left between your bodies, “try to sleep, will you? You need it.”

“So do you.”

You’re on your side now, too, head level with his.

“I know.”

Your hand lays by your face on your pillow, and Joel’s hand inches towards it, his pinkie brushing against yours. You reach yours back, and then, your fingers are locked.

“Goodnight, Joel.”

“Night.”

You don’t know it but he falls asleep long after you, and by the time you wake, you’ve migrated, shifted positions. There’s a heavy weight over your waist, and only when you peek under the blanket do you realize that it’s Joel’s arm.

Then, you realize your head isn’t on the pillow anymore, but on his chest, the steady thump of his heart beneath your ear.

Rather than shift and wake him, you close your eyes and get a couple more hours of sleep, smiling at the discovery that Joel Miller is a cuddler.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

[putschki1969]

Hello dear Sarah, I hope you are well, I want to ask you a question since you are very expert on the subject, When kalafina existed (it hurts to say that😭) I was a teenager I couldn't buy their merchandise now that I can I want to know if I buy something from them, do they still make a profit or not?My friend says not anymore, if I want to support them, I better buy their materials as soloists. Please give me some advice.

Hello there!

I am so, so sorry! This reply is long overdue. I had this in my drafts for way too long. These days, I've really been struggling with summer fatigue and can't get motivated to do anything except the bare minimum. As a result, lots of asks have remained unanswered in my inbox/drafts.

Without further ado, let's get to your question〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Disclaimer: Take everything you read here with a grain of salt. Even though I would consider myself to be quite knowledgeable on the matter, I don't have all the facts.

I think your friend is correct. If you are buying Kalafina releases (CDs, DVDs/BDs/etc) or merchandise (live goods etc) right now, it is very unlikely that the girls will profit from it.

The way the Japanese entertainment industry works, idols/singers often don't have any rights to their music (especially in a case like this where they don't have an active part in the creative process). From what we know, the members of Kalafina were most likely managed in a very common and traditional "employment dynamic" with their talent agency "Space Craft" , meaning that after the label (Sony/SACRA MUSIC) got its sizeable share, the agency basically pocketed all remaining earnings from Kalafina's activities and then distributed a contractually agreed upon percentage to the members in the form of a monthly salary. As the creative force behind everything, I would assume that Yuki Kajiura probably had a more favourable arrangement with Space Craft along the lines of a client <=> management relationship and therefore received earnings directly with a certain percentage going to the agency but I'm only speculating here. Considering the amounts of money that went to the label, the agency and Yuki Kajiura, it is likely that the girls received a quite meager share compared to everyone else involved. Not saying they weren't paid decently, it was obviously more than enough to allow all three of them to live comfortably (or luxuriously in Keiko's case - keep in mind tho that her family is well-off) but certainly nothing too crazy.

After leaving Space Craft, I very much doubt that Keiko and Hikaru would have financial gains from any Kalafina-related sales. Wakana on the other hand might profit indirectly from such purchases because she's still signed up with Space Craft. Some official Kalafina merch is still available in the Space Craft online store so if you buy anything from there, the money would obviously go to the agency. All other merchandise items that are floating around online or in stores are almost certainly second-hand goods so no profit is made except by the seller/thrift shop. As for music releases from official shops or distribution partners, I'm actually not sure if Space Craft would still receive a cut from that. I guess it depends on their arrangement with the label. I definitely wouldn't rule it out. (YK is probably getting something).

Long story short, if you want to support the girls, the best option currently is to buy their solo stuff. However, that doesn't mean that you should give up on your dream to buy Kalafina releases and merch. Even if the group is disbanded, it is a good thing to signal that there is still demand for them. Also, if you ask me, nothing feels better than to own physical merch/releases. My Kalafina shrine is one of my biggest sources of happiness and pride.

[shuenkio]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Fireworks 🎇

The day everyone all around the world, will be celebrating together to the new year eve, with their love one, their friends, their relative. However, every new year eve you're take part in, even though you're always been with your family every year, you're always wish you have someone to look at the fireworks together, snuggle and hug tight as the fireworks perform in the night sky.

But it was just a dream, loneliness always been with you through out the years, they embrace you through thick and thin, through your hardest time because you never seek your love one, you always thought that the right person will come to you, one day it'll be miraculously appear in your life until it's get longer and longer. In the end it's Nothing, how can you get a lover one when you're always in your comfort zone?

You shrugged it off, accept the fate that nobody want you, who's just a boy who like the same gender or should we say, homosexual. Nobody would want you because once you said hi to them, they'll automatically gone like the wind. That's what you thought everytime you crave for love.

Little did you know, there's a boy that always got an eye on you. He's so good at hiding himself, his feeling that even tho you has an eagle eyes you never notice hos shadow before.

Luckily, today most of your classmates and your school's students coming to the place where they will shooting fireworks! Countdown obviously. It's almost midnight now and it's getting crowd every second. You prefer you like to stay and watch the fireworks by yourself as you always have been doing every year.

Suddenly, while you sitting on the bench nearby, someone just took a sit beside you.

You stay frozen, you know he's from your school and you don't wanna make him feel bad, if you walk alway he'd definitely feel bad but if you stay longer maybe you don't seem like you're uncomfortable?

You toss yourself a bit to the side of the bench to keep the distance, however as you moving, he's also moving too. What is wrong with him? You thought, low-key shy and anxious. When you moving even further, he won't stop instead he keep moving his body until his skin pressed against you.

E-excuse me! Why did you do that? You said, question him. He turn toward you, face to face, staring at you for a bit before open his mouth to reply.

Someone doing that to me too! Said in a low tone, point his finger at his back, it's indeed people come in sit on this bench too. you thought to yourself, almost cursing so you decided to leave because the atmosphere getting thicker and hot because of how coward people are and the embarrassed moment here.

You're about to stand up and find another place to chill at, when a big strong hand grip yours. Where are you going? He said, with his blank face, why did he asked you that when you guy are not even friend?

You frown your eyebrows before reply.

Find somewhere else? You said. But why? You could've just stay here with me! He reply back, his eyes telling you to stay.

Wait a min bro, are we even friends before or perhaps talk to each other? Another question left your mouth, wanted to confirm, did you forget or he's just a random dude?. That didn't matter, i want you to stay with me. His words make you goosebumps, aren't no man said to you like this.

I-uh what do you- before you could react, he intertwined through your finger and hold you tight before lead you to somewhere less crowd and be able to watch the fireworks together.

Your mind went blank after he hold your hand, you couldn't do anything, just let him be.some parts of you, screaming that you should go with him and some screaming don't. But at the moment you know his intention is no harm,you feel it,Or he's probably missed the wrong person? You thought, let him take you to whatever it is. Until both you reach to somewhere less people and a good place to watch the fireworks.

Let's settle here shall we?, he said as his hand still clinging to yours, it look like he don't have any plan to let it go.

Um, uh you're still holding my hand? I'm not sure i know you but i can tell i never saw you, before... You said, itching your head.

You thought your words would make him feel bad but instead he feel happy.

I'm glad you don't know me, so i can admired you from afar, peacefully. His word came out, it's like a dream, that you wanted to stay sleeping forever.

Wh-what? Are you sure you did not get the wrong person? If you looking for a girl which i assume,your crush, you're probably wrong, I'm a guy like you. You speak, waiting for his answer. Not at all, M/N I'm 100% sure, you are my crush. You feel numb at the spot, unable to move, unable to do anything, your world seem to stop working and focus on his handsome face, who's smiling at you, try to make eyes contact with you. Even worse, he know your Name.

But- How?, you reply, stuttering so bad you almost can't spell words. When you've a crush on someone, you've to know about them, isn't it? Oh this is your diary book, i saw you dropped at the locker, I can't help but to look at it, sorry if that's make you comfortable. He pause,give you back your lost dairy boom,before continue. I always feel the same as you, hopeless in love, nobody would want be with me because I'm the same way as you who like boys. But that's not the case, i like the way you walk, the way you talk, your gentle gesture, even when we've never make a conversation before but i feel like my world turn pink whenever i look at you. So... Today I'm gonna make my first move. He explained, all his feeling and thought toward you, pouring down to your brain as you blinking none stop, heart beating so fast like a truck spinning wheel.

When he see you stunned like this, he won't be waiting any longer before lean closer to you, lower his face down to your face before press his kissable lip to yours.

I like you, M/N. Boom! A burst of flame light up the whole city once the clocks stroke 12, The head exploded within an infinitesimal fraction of a second with a garish display of intense colors. Under the beautiful vibrant sky, your first new year eve ended with someone who you always wish for. Your secret admirer! Park Sunghoon.

🗣️ please mind my English! This is my first time writing here ><

🎧 Katy Perry - "fireworks"

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 38, devil's roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

Nico turned for the hundredth time, he checked the clock, 01:53am. He still hadn't been able to get to sleep, he stared out the window until he noticed a figure standing outside the infirmary. The doors weren't locked, he wasn't sure why but he walked outside trying to see who would be standing outside side the infirmary, by the look of it smoking at almost two in the morning. As he edged closer, still remaining perfectly silent he realised it was Will, he crept up behind him, not believing his eyes. As he got closer he realised he was crying, he sank to the floor as he brought the cigarette back to his lips, breathing the smoke in and out.

"Will, are you okay?" He said sitting down next to him,

"Neeks? What are you doing out here?"

"Couldn't sleep, saw someone outside. Will what happened?" Nico said, grasping his hand,

"Lost a patient today, she was barely seven. Isla Brown, I thought she was doing better, she said she was feeling fine, everything seemed normal, we were doing hourly check ups, she was fine at seven, then we walked in at eight and she had no pulse, she never said anything about being in pain, and we tried to bring her back but it- it didn't work. We never even found out her godly parent, I think she was an Athena kid though, she was crazy smart especially for her age."

"I'm so sorry."

"I should have been able to save her."

"You can't prevent every death, it's part of how the world work."

"But she was so young."

"I know, the world in cruel that way."

"It's my fault, I should have noticed I-"

"Noticed what? Something you still can't figure out?"

"I should have run extra tests I-"

"William. It isn't your fault, there was nothing you could do. She's happy, she's in Elysium, I can sense it, and she doesn't blame you."

"But-"

"Shh, you said you could glow in the dark, can you show me?" A faint light started to appears from around him, growing brighter quickly.

"I can go brighter but I don't want to get anyones attention."

"That's so cool, why don't you show it off more?"

"I have the most boring powers, what's glowing in comparison to having perfect aim with a bow."

"Anyone with enough practice can learn to shoot a bow and arrow, don't think anyone can just try and suddenly glow in the dark." Will half smiled

"I guess." Nico glanced down, the light had revealed a scar on his forearm, he didn't want to panic but as he slowly turning his arm around more and more scars and cuts revealed themselves, most didn't look that old and they all looked very much self inflicted. How the Hades had he not noticed before? He thought back to every time he'd seen Will, he was always wearing a hoodie or some other sort of long sleeves. Fuck, he started to panic but managed to keep his expression calm, he knew he needed to say something but what the fuck was he going to say?

"I guess you think I'm a hypocrite now?"

"What?"

"Telling you to quit drugs and smoking yet here I am."

"Why haven't you gotten help?" Nico asked, being careful around the subject, he wasn't exactly sure how Will would react and was trying desperately to not make him mad.

"I'm not worth it, even if I was I don't have the time for it."

"Wil-"

"I've never been on a quest and I can't fight to save my life, I'm not worth helping."

"Without you all of camp would be dead."

"Clearly I'm not doing too good of a job, I've lost so many patients, more than Michael ever did."

"Two wars have happened, obviously more people are going to die after a war."

"He would ha-"

"No. No he couldn't, Will sometimes people die no matter what you do. If the fates decide it you can't save them, sometimes people are too close to death and no matter what you do you can't save them." He pulled him closer, pressing his lips to the taller boy's. "Everyone's worth saving Will, you told me that, so apply it to yourself." Nico ran his finger over Will's cuts, "And please, please tell me if you ever want to hurt yourself again. William, you're one of the nicest people I know, you care for people even if you know nothing about them, I've never even seen you get mad at someone, everyone would miss you."

"You haven't seen every part of me, you don't know how many people I've hurt. I hate myself."

"Will, you can't be perfect. Nobody's perfect, everyone has different sides. You're only human."

"But I hurt them, I was trying to hurt them and I did."

"What are you even talking about?" He said, pulling the cigarette out of his boyfriend's hand and taking a breath before getting rid of it, he knew he wasn't meant to but he needed it.

"When I first came out, people started to say stuff, it made me hate myself but I wouldn't fight them. That- that was until one time a group of Demeter kids were beating the living shit out of Kayla for being les so I... I sort of fought them... I broke a few jaws and arms until Annabeth stopped me. I don't regret it but- I shouldn't have hurt them, I'm a fucking healer I'm not meant to fucking hurt people."

"You did the right thing."

"I should have called it down, not made it worse."

"You stood up for your sister, that's nothing to feel bad for."

"I still shouldn't have hurt them."

"I would have killed them, you're did a lot better than I would have."

"I'm a fucking healer, and that wasn't the only time."

"You're a person, you're whole life isn't your power, you are a living, breathing, human being who sometimes does things that aren't perfect. I don't know who told you otherwise, tell me who hurt you, and let me make life hell for them."

"Don't do that, they don't deserve it."

"Look me straight in the face and tell me you wouldn't do the same if someone was in your position."

"I- but- they-"

"Will, you deserve to be happy just as much as everyone else, I don't know why you don't believe that."

"My own blood doesn't want me."

"What would you say if Leo said that?"

"But that's different, he's brave and smart and a genuinely amazing person. He's fought and his life's been hard, he's had to work so hard for everything."

"Apply that to yourself."

"I'm worthless, no one fucking wants me, not just my family."

"I want you. Will I want you and I love you no matter how much you hate yourself I will always love you."

"You'll get tired of me soon enough, they always do."

"I swear I won't, I swear on the river of Styx I will never stop loving you William."

"Why would yo-" His sentence was interrupted by a kiss, Nico wrapped his hands around his neck, Will smelt like smoke and strawberries, he was warm even in the cold night. He wiped a tear from his eyes,

"Just being honest, come on Sunshine." He whispered, pulling him up, they walked with each other inside the infirmary.

"Will, can you stay?"

"Course Neeks." He started to walk towards the chair

"Sleep, you need it." Will wanted to protest but his tiredness got the better of him so he slipped inside the bed next the the raven haired boy, kissing him on the forehead before they both fell asleep.

***

[zylophie]

Hello! How are you? I hope you're doing fine!

If you don't mind... can I ask for a Toya Aoyagi x Reader (if it's possible or if it's not a problem, could it be a male reader? I appreciate your attention) in this alphabets:

Fluff alphabet: A, E, H, J and K

Angst alphabet: E, N, S, T and V

I hope that this isn't too much... I appreciate it if you accept though, but feel free to just ignore it. I hope you're having a good day/night!! Thank you for reading until here though!

Fluff & Angst Alphabet with Aoyagi Toya

♬ yue is typing...

↻hii hii! thank you for requesting, anon! I usually don't do fluff, thinking I might be bad at it but since the others can't do it, so I decided to take this request and see how it's go from there! I usually go with gender neutral but just for you anon, I'm here to serve you all with stories so I will accept your request for a male reader <33

⇄ male x male pairing 🏳️‍🌈

■ warnings : cuteness overload and mentioning of breakup.

⋮≡ 📳 now calling...

▹▹ @toyaslove !

► ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Fluff & Angst Alphabet with Aoyagi Toya...

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♪ FLUFF ALPHABET ♭

💬 ┊Admiration: How would they act around their crush? What do they do about it? 

💌 ┊. . .

Toya is normally cool when he is around the one he adore, a boy who is strong-willed and gentle at heart, barely show a moment of weakness... almost like you're always positive about life no matter the situation. Watching your smile brightly make his chest feel all warm and fuzzy...

"Hmm? Why are you just standing there? The mop won't wipe the floor itself you know!" 

"Ah, sorry...got distracted..."

"Huh??? By what?" 

"You"

"Wha-" 

Cue the loud slam of the wood object hitting the floor, guess the cleaning can wait for another time...

💬 ┊E-ffection: How much and often do they need affection? What they do when they desperately need the affection?

💌 ┊. . .

He is fine with just holding hands at first... but then it's increase over time as he get used to it and now he is expecting you to just let him be when he needs to recharge...

"...can I leave now"

"...no"

"Toya..."

"mmm...5 more minutes"

"It's been 30 minutes!!"

"It's not enough yet"

"... you're hopeless"

💬 ┊Honesty: Do they have secrets they are hiding? Or do they share everything? And do they have a secret that they tell you only?

💌 ┊. . .

Toya is often hesitating about whether he should tell you or not when he has secrets that he couldn't tell to others, he doesn't want to be a burden knowing his lover is a very gentle soul and would not hesitate to do anything for him but he also doesn't like the idea of putting a wall between the two of you...

"...Look at me in the eyes, Toya...I know you're hiding something"

"You can tell...?"

"I mean with you constantly glancing at me sometime without saying anything, obviously I'm going to find out sooner than later!" 

"...I...well if you don't mind" 

He love that you're always paying attention to your surroundings, it's feel like you understood him no matter what problems he will be dealing with... would you let him whisper his secrets next to your ear?

💬 ┊Jealous: What makes them jealous? How easy is it to make them and how would they act?

💌 ┊. . .

Toya doesn't get jealous easily since he completely trust you and know you well enough that you would never do anything to make him feel bad but sometimes he does get jealous especially when you are especially popular with everyone no matter the gender...

You were surrounded again.

He sighed, leaning against a tree nearby as he waits for you to finally notice him...

As if on cue, your eyes met his "..."

"Ah, sorry guys, my man is here. I gotta go now, talk to you later?"

Following a series of goodbye, the boy make his way to the quiet male who was clearly not happy...

"There, there...you know they are just friends, right?"

"...I still don't like it having you surrounded by them"

"Oh god..." 

💬 ┊Kisses: How they feel like and how often?

💌 ┊. . .

At first, he feels awkward so it's start off with little pecks but over time as he grow a bit more confident in the relationship, his kisses are an act of sweetness, usually greeting each other whenever they see the other person but sometimes he try to surprise his lover whenever he can...

"Hey Toya, I can't seem to beat this level-gah?!"

"Go on"

"Geez, that's scared me! What was that for-hey!!"

"Enemy on your left" 

"Aww, I die..." 

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♪ ANGST ALPHABET ♭

💬 ┊Emptiness - How they feel without you, do they have regrets?

💌 ┊. . .

Besides being popular among your peers, you were also a hard working person, more than often you would have to work on days where he doesn't have practice or doing any performance. Sometimes you would go weeks without any contacts because of work which he can understand but sometimes he get really sad when he doesn't see you in a while...

"..."

"You've been staring at your phone a lot recently"

"Yeah..."

"You know (name) wouldn't mind you texting him..."

"I don't want to bother him when he is so busy"

Sometimes you forget the world around you when you're focusing on one thing but he wonder if you really don't mind him bothering you when you're busy...

Have you truly move on that quickly? It's seems only been days since you two end the relationship in good terms but it's bother him a lot with how quickly you moved on with your life...as if he didn't exist anymore...

💬 ┊Nightmare: How they react to you having a nightmare?

💌 ┊. . .

Whenever you're having a nightmare, the first thing you do is to call Toya and he always pick it up even when it's so early in the morning...

"Hey Toya..."

"mmm... having a nightmare again?"

"...y-yeah...is it a bad time for you?"

"no... just a little sleepy but you can't sleep right? I'll stay up a little..."

"Okay...thank you, Toya"

"mmm..."

💬 ┊Sentimental - How they feel seeing the other break down?

💌 ┊. . .

Whenever you're having a breakdown, his heart ache a little...there is something upsetting about seeing you so down when you are usually so positive about life that it's actually bothering him a lot...

"Toya, I'm sorry but...I think I need some time to myself" 

He couldn't help you at that very moment, he feels a little irritated at his powerless state but he wants to respect your wishes so even if it's hurts him...he will do it

"Okay...but whenever you're ready to talk, just call and I'll come right away..."

"Thank you...I just need some time to process what just happened..."

"I can understand...so please take care of yourself..."

The worlds change constantly but we will find a way back to each other when the time is right... that's how we humans live after all. He truly believe you will push through this...

💬 ┊To feel jealous: How they will react when their jealous?

💌 ┊. . .

He was speechless to say the least. The boy who rarely show any signs of weaknesses...not even for a moment when he is with his friends... suddenly look so flustered...? He couldn't help but stare in silence as information slowly processing itself in his mind...

"Say something please, you're making me feeling awkward over here..."

"Oh..."

"Geez...way to go to expose myself I guess"

He couldn't believe it.

You were jealous... even though you already seen to move on? Is it alright to hope that you still have feelings for him...

He is kinda happy about that but if he said that, you probably smack him for that or even deny it at all cost...so he will just keep it to himself for now...

💬 ┊Vent - How would they comfort you?

💌 ┊. . . 

Your hands.

Whenever you're feeling stressed or anxiety, he rubs circles on your hands with his fingers, soothing and gentle as he goes. He isn't good with words so he use physical contact as a way to calm you down...

"Whenever you do that... it's comforting somehow"

"You think so?"

"Yeah, they make me feel safe... like everything is going to be okay..."

"..."

"... uhh, is that strange??" 

"No... I'm glad that you felt that way"

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[misc-obeyme]

I had all these plans to finish a bunch of writing and then BAM Season 2 started with Lesson 21 and I got supremely distracted. I wasn't expecting it to come out so soon?!? I really thought there would be more time in between seasons. But I am not complaining!

At this point, I feel weird if I don't write a post about the lesson, so here I am. I swear I'll get back to writing fics after this lol.

Spoilers and screenshots below:

Okay so we've got the founding of RAD, MC and Solomon losing their magic, and characters acting weird.

The loss of MC's magic is pretty obvious and easy to understand. Like it works sometimes, but it doesn't at other times. (Though I have to say here that if the brothers asked me to open a jar with magic, I would laugh at them. I've never met a jar I couldn't open. It's called hot water. BUT ANYWAY) And obviously when they do use their magic, it's not as strong as it used to be. Solomon says he's having the same issue. He obviously notices it when he banishes the hellfire salamander, though if you ask him about it, he just says it's nothing. Which is funny because then he tells you all about his problem with it later when you're making dinner. I swear I lose my mind every time they use that clown music in the story.

Anyway, the most interesting part of this to me was when Solomon said these things:

At first I was like, is that what's happening? They're making it so that MC can't go back? Isn't that what we are all dreading?!

But then if you say you don't think you'll do it in time he says this:

Okay?? So should I be concerned or not?! I don't want to get stuck in the past, I want them to bring us back to the present or maybe merge the timelines or something?! I dunno, but I really can't figure out how they're going to wrap this up in a way that works. Unless they do what happened last time MC went to the past and erase everyone's memories. Which was something Michael did...

But overall, this situation seems pretty cut and dry. Gotta get those pacts, yo.

Mammon, on the other hand...

He seems to be going through something, huh? The thing is I can't figure out what it is. Something is definitely up, but what? Also it kinda seems like Simeon might be involved in this somehow?

MC is hurt. Mammon wants them to pay for the ointment that will heal them. Simeon shows up and just does it himself.

MC finds the coin and gives it to Simeon. Mammon takes it for himself and Simeon's just like yeah okay that's fine.

Then in the HARD LESSON (SPOILERS) Simeon actually blesses Mammon with good luck before he goes out to look for the lost coin. Not to mention their whole conversation about the Celestial Realm and the hot cocoa... (END SPOILERS)

And MC is aware that Mammon is not acting normally. But Simeon seems to be his usual self? I'm just wondering if whatever is going on with Mammon, Simeon might be the one to help him somehow? It kinda seemed to me like Mammon was being more greedy than usual, like something going on with his sin?

But MC isn't the only one who's noticed something is up with Mammon.

May I present: Lucifer, Avatar of Ellipses -

...

What is going on with this guy? I mean, okay, not all of these were about Mammon, but I'm pretty sure most of them were.

Anyway, Lucifer does this thing where it's obvious he's thinking about something or he's worried about something, but he just doesn't say anything about it. It drives me crazy. I'm like listen here MC is right there! Talk to them!

Okay that's all I really had to say about the lesson and story stuff, but there are a few other things that I just loved.

SIMEON oh my gosh the way he swoops in and heals MC I was like yes, please heal me forever thank you.

His precious look of concern...

... and then this confident smile!? I just love him.

Also going grocery shopping with Lucifer and Beel in 21-A was just so sweet and domestic?! Neither of them could remember what any of their brothers wanted, they would have been totally useless without MC there rattling everything off. It was adorable, but also just soft times with Lucifer are always my favorite thing.

Yeah. Concerned about how you can bottle all your feelings and still be so hot.

Anyway!

Wherever they're going with this magic weakening thing better not result in MC stuck in the past forever. But I do hope we're getting some Mammon story now because I love him, too.

[writingsofwesteros]

Dude I usually hate the idea of Alicent and Daemon but you've changed my opinion on them-though I still 10000% believe she is a repressed lesbian.

Anyways, I can't get this idea out of my head.

So an AU of the Alicent and Daemon you have up on your blog. So it went as it did, the two having an affair, Aemond being born and disguised as Viserys' kid BUTTTTT

Say Rhaenyra or someone (rhae fits better thought) found them while they were having hot sex in the library a little while after Aemond is born. Daemon and Alicent have no clue she even knows and in a fit of jealousy, of who? Idk because Rhaenyra highkey wants them both, she tells Viserys.

Viserys' favoritism comes out to play and he questions his brother. Usually, Daemon is a good liar and would be able to fool his brother but he can't keep the smug gleam out of his eyes as he lies to the King. So what does Viserys do? Banish his ass, no surprise.

He keeps rumors from spreading about the true reason Daemon was exiled and made sure not a soul besides himself and Rhaenyra knew about his wife's infidelity. The lovers have heartbreaking goodbye sex, full of tearful love confessions and slow thrusts to somehow prolong the inevitable, and just like that, they don't see one another for 10 years.

Now here we are, Laena's funeral. Alicent has grown into a beautiful woman, something her husband cannot appreciate. She came to the funeral as a courtesy, though she couldn't give two fucks about the woman who married her lover. But when she sees Daemon, she goes full stalker mode, her thighs clenching under her dress at the familiar head of Targaryen white hair she oh so missed.

And Daemon? WOOO WEE-That man hasn't seen her in ten years and my my has she grown even more beautiful (when he last saw her she still looked like emily carey and now she looks like olivia cooke). And yes, he had Laena for release but she was nothing compared to her. Nothing could even slightly compare to Alicent's soft whimpers and tight cunt.

After the funeral, they end up fucking on the beach for hours on end, frenzied snaps of hips and teeth scraping desperately against each other's as they kiss. But of course, all good things come to an end and they reluctantly stop fucking like bunnies when Aemond claims Vhagar and starts riding around.

So Alicent's mom mode kicks in and she's fucking sprinting back, Daemon trailing after her like a lost puppy and when they finally arrive, Alicent immediately ignores everyone and rushes to her boy.

Daemon can't keep the smirk off his face as he looks at Otto, his eyes gleeful as he told him without speaking just how much he recked his daughter. Of course, he's worried for his son but holds himself back, not wanting to anger Viserys in order to snake his way back to the Red Keep to be with his Queen once again.

Now when Alicent snaps, he's feeling a lot of things. Worry, for his Queen and his maimed son. Rage, how dare Rhaenyra's bastard son (I love luke I hate saying this but yk) hurt his boy and his own daughters helped?? And lastly, he's unashamed to say, he's fucking turned on. Yes, his (secret) son is maimed and bleeding and Alicent had just drawn Rhaenyra's blood, though he couldn't give a shit about that, something about seeing the well-kept, proper, and religious Queen Alicent, snap, stirred something in his breeches.

So later that night, he helps comfort his son with Alicent, and obviously, Aemond is smart and knows more than he should and kinda blankly stares at them as they leave together, but he's secretly happy because ayee fatherly affection. And then when Daemon leads Alicent to his temporary chambers in Driftmark, he comforts her and slowly fucks her worries and grief away till the sun rises.

Anyways, my mind ran wild but AHHHHHHHH-

THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! So glad I've found another Daemon x Alicent enjoyer...I don't even know how it came to be for me ooopsie.

This is brilliant; I can't even add anything to it. I'm sure I've got a request for something with Driftmark so I'll add things from you in there.

Alicent was hot when she lost control thank you very much ;) No wonder her hair was all lose ;)

[nakachuchu]

Home | Okkotsu Yuuta + Zen'in Maki

SYNOPSIS: You became his home and he would do anything to go back.

READER: female

WORDS: 1.4k

WRITTEN: 12/29/2022

NOTE: The ending involves the manga, so there may be a possible spoiler (I don't name anyone who dies or anything) but it mainly involves my imagination. Gojo Kento is an oc of sorts as well, solely for this fic. My requests are open! I added more characters for jjk

Gojo would randomly bring you and your classmates — Panda, Toge, and Maki — on overnight vacation trips under the guise of team bonding, but all of you knew it was when he was either too lazy or too busy doing other things to actually teach you.

It used to be the four of you, but with the addition of Okkotsu Yuuta, it became five.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Yuuta asked.

"Hmm? Oh, I always sleep with Maki on trips," you explained as you moved your futon against hers. "She's comfortable and smells good, so she puts me right to sleep whenever we have outings together. I don't sleep easy. I have insomnia," you added.

Yuuta was surprised. He wasn't expecting Maki to get so close to someone else. Obviously, he didn't know her that well but given her reaction to him and Rika, he thought she would be more closed off.

"I know what you're thinking," said Maki with a deadly glint in her eyes.

"What's he thinking?" you questioned, head tilting as you looked between Yuuta and Maki.

"Something he should stop thinking of," said Maki.

She seemed like she wanted to say more, but with Rika in the room with them, she decided it would be best not to make any threats.

"Yuuta, where will you sleep?"

You were on a first-name basis with everyone and told them to do the same in return. You were a bubbly, air-headed person who talked too much. In other words, you were the opposite of Maki.

"I think I'll sleep in the corner," answered Yuuta.

He wasn't sure what Gojo was thinking, bringing him and enclosing him and Rika in a room full of novice sorcerers. He was scared of hurting them, so he was on high alert at all times.

"That doesn't sound very fun," you said. "Well, if you're sure."

With a nonchalant shrug, you turned back to making your futon as comfortable as it could be.

Later that night, Yuuta couldn't sleep. He was watching the rest of his classmates sleep in their futons without a care in the world of the dangerous curse in the same room as them.

You suddenly sat upright in your futon, scaring the hell out of Yuuta who had been lurking in the shadows. Sleeping with Maki didn't guarantee that you'd be able to sleep and stay asleep, but she helped.

"Yuuta, are you awake?" you whispered.

"Y-Yes."

"Wanna go to the vending machines in the lobby?"

Yuuta blinked in shock. It was midnight and you were thinking of getting a snack with the man who scared the shit out of you and your friends with his cursed energy alone.

"S-Sure."

You carefully got out of the futon and made sure to cover up Maki with the blanket before patting her head and walking out of the room with Yuuta following.

"It's not like that," you said quietly as you walked through the hallway.

"What?" he questioned.

"Maki and I," you offered. "She won't tell her own business to people — not really, anyway — but I met her when she was a kid in a house of big goals that weren't meant for the women."

Yuuta had never seen you so serious before.

"I believe it was fate that Maki and I found each other again. I only played with her a few times as kids, whenever she managed to sneak out of that place, but eventually, she stopped coming. I wasn't surprised though. She's been through a lot. But on the other hand, Maki doesn't know a lot about me. She thinks I'm just an annoying puppy that sticks to her because she's the only girl here, but I understand her more than anyone else thinks. So like I said, it's not like that."

Yuuta nodded. "I kinda get it."

You offered a brief smile. "I knew you would. There's something about you, Yuuta."

You were the first person to introduce yourself, knowing that Rika disliked girls getting near him. He still remembered the genuine smile you had on your face and the way you kept your hand stretched out, even when he hesitated to grab and shake it.

"Something?" he questioned.

You turned around, walking backward. "Yeah. Something pure and kind."

The next outing you and your classmates were able to have was after The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Things were tense but comforting at the same time. All of you were on the brink of death, but then Yuuta and Rika saved you. It was a conflicting situation that ended in a win but didn't spare you the feeling of death.

Maki's pinky finger was brushing against your hand in an attempt to comfort you. If she was rattled, she didn't show it.

"Sorry, Maki," you murmured.

She nodded in response. "We're alive," she said to everyone. "Stop dwelling on the past. Go die again if you're going to."

"Maki's right," you said. "Let's have a movie night! Toge and I can go get snacks from the store around the corner."

"I wanna go too," said Panda.

"Okay, then Yuuta and Maki can pick the movies," you said. "Onward, Team Snack!"

Your hand disappeared from Maki's pinky and she pulled her hand back and placed it on her hand as the three of you left the room.

There was silence between Maki and Yuuta. For Maki, she was indifferent to it. For Yuuta, he was nervous and anxious.

"I'm sorry — "

"Whatever you're thinking with Y/N, don't be stupid," she said.

"What?"

"I'll kill you if you hurt her."

Yuuta's nervousness and anxiety dissipated. He looked at Maki with bold determination. She noticed and stared at him head-on.

"I won't," he said.

There was something about you that was so earnest and special. People gravitated toward you and you welcomed them as they were without expecting anything but their company in return.

Yuuta was one of those people you welcomed. You smiled and accepted him and his sins, never faltering in the process of accepting him for Yuuta, not Okkotsu Yuuta, the Special Grade sorcerer.

"Yuuta, what are you thinking about?" you questioned, tilting your head to look at him.

Your knees were tucked into your chest as you peered up at Yuuta who was sitting on the bench. You were drawing figures in the dirt with a stick and he had been watching you with a fond smile on your face.

"Absolutely nothing," he responded.

You pouted. "That's stupid."

"Don't be mean," he said with a chuckle.

"Will you text us often?" you questioned.

He smiled and nodded. "Every day."

You smiled and dropped the stick to place your hands on his knees. "Will you come home?"

"I will."

"Y/N," Maki called out. "Come on. Training's starting."

"Coming!"

You stood up and smiled at Yuuta, leaning down to kiss his cheek before jogging off to meet with Maki. You looped your arm around hers and grinned, a pink blush on your face.

"I told you I could do it," you said.

Maki snorted. "I never said you couldn't."

Yuuta never came back to you. He was busy on oversea missions, but it didn't change anything between you and Yuuta. He continued to text you and call you when he had more time.

Eventually, he shyly asked through FaceTime if you would become his girlfriend, to which you enthusiastically said yes.

Maki was happy for you. She didn't act on her new and confusing feelings because her only goal was to bring down the Zen'in clan. She couldn't be bothered to go on dates and compliment you, but Yuuta could offer all those things and more for you.

"Get out of my fucking way."

Okkotsu Yuuta, Special Grade sorcerer, had only two true goals. One goal was to remove Gojo Satoru's seal. His second goal was to return to you, his home. He would massacre every colony if it meant returning to you quicker.

On the other side of the Culling Game's district, you were fighting for your life, having been separated from both Yuuta and Maki. Burned, scarred, and losing massive amounts of blood from your missing eyeball, you had a strong resolve to reunite with your lover and your best friend.

You let out a steady breath. "Domain Expansion: Resurrection."

No two bearers of the Six Eyes could exist at the same time, but a soulless body with the same abilities could deny that claim. Gojo Kento, Gojo Satoru's ancestor, entered the ring.

"This is my playground now, fucker," you seethed.

From a political meeting, Kenjaku's finger twitched, having felt a similar presence to one that once defeated him.

[nomoreusername]

You're My Home (Part 1)

Pairing:Teresa x female reader

Summary:Just as you think you're done with everyone, you meet a girl who shows you the world doesn't have to be all bad.

You're one of the head doctors at WCKD. While you weren't well liked, you were highly respected, something you found much more useful. You were constantly there, working to find a cure for the disease that had stolen your family from you. Hence, why you were the way you are.

Cold. You were completely cold and closed off from everyone. So much so that you would get called heartless. However, you just knew if you let someone in they would find a way to leave so you just didn't. You locked every single person out of your mind and heart. You focused on the cure and the cure alone. The thing that could have saved your family which would have saved you.

On one of her first days there, Teresa heard people talking about the moody Y/N. While she pushed it out of her mind at first, she couldn't help but wonder why your name kept coming up in conversations for days after. She had never met you, or even seen you, but you wouldn't leave her mind. No matter how badly she wanted you to, you always popped into her life somehow. Even without physically being there.

One day she was just looking at a new formula she put together when she heard arguing. Glancing up, she saw a girl snapping at someone who was asking her a million questions. While she couldn't hear them, she could tell the girl was obviously done with whatever this was about.

"Go ask someone who cares!"She finally yelled, storming into the room that was supposed to have nobody in it. Slamming the door shut, she stared out the one sided glass before closing her eyes and wiping her tears with her lab jacket sleeve.

“Are you okay?”Teresa asked hesitantly, startling the girl. Quickly turning around, she stared at her as Teresa read her name tag.

Y/N

This was the one everyone had so much dislike for? The one crying in front of here where she thought nobody would see? The one close to breaking down after practically being chased?

“Sorry. I didn't know you were here,”You apologize, wiping more of your tears.

“It's fine. You just needed somewhere to be,”She assured you.

“Still, I just, I didn't mean to barge in when you're working. Work is important and all. It's uh, it's all I do. It's all I can do since I lost . . . them,”You trailed off.

“I’m really sorry for who you lost,”She said softly.

“Thanks,”You mumble. “I’ve um, I’ve heard about you. People have a lot of good things to say about you.”

“I’ve heard of you too. It was just . . . “She stops.

“Bad,”You finish.

“Yeah. It's a lot different than you actually are.”

“How do you know that? You’ve barely just met me.”

“Well, I’m sure I’d be upset if someone kept following me when I said stop too.”

“You’d probably be nicer though. You seem nice.”

“Sometimes. I’m still only human though. Just like you,”She shrugs, giving you a smile that you unconsciously find yourself returning.

“Your necklace is pretty,”You compliment. Looking down at the gold jewelry on her neck, she smiles as she takes it in her hands. Pulling it off, she hands it to you.

“I don't need it. I was just telling you it looked nice,”You said quickly.

“I know, but it seems like it's been a while since someone's given you something,”She smiles.

“Are you sure?”You check.

“I wouldn't give it to you if I wasn't,”She shrugs again. Putting it over your neck, you struggle with it for a moment until she steps behind you. Taking the chain, she clips it around your neck. While it should hit you that she was the closest to you anyone had been in years, you couldn't help but feel as though this was natural.

“Thank you. This really is the nicest thing someone's done for me in I don't even know how long,”You admit, holding the charm between your fingers.

“It suits you,”She points out, making your heart flutter in your chest.

“Would you like to come over tonight? I’m not really doing anything, but we could just have takeout?”You suggest, already prepared for the rejection but giving in to the idea that just maybe someone would understand you.

“Yeah. That sounds really nice,”She agrees.

“Great. I’ll meet you outside of work in two hours?”

“Looking forward to it,”She smiles. Managing to return one again, you then both just stand there, feeling something different than you ever had before.

Stronger than Teresa even had for Thomas.

Something that might fix the broken pieces you both hid.

[kayetra-spade-queen]

What I see

What better way to start the story of this silly team?

A ship story, obviously.

What ship? Benrex, duh-

Rex had been working a lot for the past week.

The amount of times he'd been called into duty for missions is honestly astounding, it's a bit concerning.

One particular person was especially worried about the human EVO man.

"You've been working a lot lately." That was the first thing the designer of Omnique Rosula as he sat in front of him in the living space.

"H-huh? Oh, yeah. Techno-based missions are increasing lately, mixed with the need to bash some heads. But it's nothing that I can't handle." The EVO replied, seemingly noticed the worried tone of his partner.

Even with the reply, it didn't sit right with the anodite hybrid. They've been together for so long now, it didn't take even a second for him to notice that Rex was really worn out.

"You should take a break. If there's any similar missions like this, I'll take over the Overview department for a while. Kim and Danny sometimes forgot that we had other variety of attendants in the departments, and assigned members didn't have to be in the fixed amount on 3 people at the first round."

"It's fine, really! I'm sorry if I worry you, but I'm really okay. I'll be fine for the next couple of missions, I swear."

The wielder of the Omnitrix let out an annoyed yet had the tad bit of worry huff at his EVO fiance. His mother instincts would've said to force him to stay put for a while until he was sure he'll be fine for the next missions he'll be assigned to, but he held back.

The EVO could only slightly sweatdrop at his fiance. He is well aware that the wielder of the Omnitrix and the well known fashion designer in France didn't seem pleased with his reply, yet still decided to just let it be for now, at least until he could convinced him.

But oh boy how he failed. Quickly, and miserably.

It was after a mission that involves spiritualism, technology, and boat load of fighting some rogue spirits. Danny did his best to shield the team, while Rex fought the spirits like some wolf who hadn't eaten in years, and June was trying to keep everyone healed up as everything they do drains them fairly quickly.

When they got back though (with bandages and some parts of their bodies glows in pink), Jake had this particularly grim look with a mix of pity on his face when he looked at Rex.

"Your fiance want to talk to you after you get proper treatment and rest. He and Randy are on their way, I'm just here to give you a warning before I go back to the Magical World for a quick emergency call." Those are the only things the dragon hybrid said before he went off to his pearl keeping duty at the Magical World.

He is screwed, he thought. And he wasn't wrong, not by the slightest.

The entire time everyone got treated, it was dead silent. The silence is so intimidating, no one else could even say a word.

Ben, however, kept with his stoic and unreadable expression on his face, which didn't really help the EVO in the slightest.

After a while, everyone who was involved in the mission was now subjected into the 'Off Site' status until their more serious wounds healed up. They were put into their own bedrooms in the base.

For Rex, he shared a room with Ben, even sleep on the same bed together on many occasions when they couldn't make it back home. So Ben frequently went in and out of the room for either take something, or by extent of this situation, taking care of Rex.

There's nothing going on really, just the occasional questions of how he's feeling or does he needed anything. But Rex just feels not so good altogether, and not for the normal reasons. Ben's expression couldn't be even more unreadable than ever, and Rex is getting even more nervous by the second.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, I am not."

"... But you really looked like you're angry..."

"I'm not angry, I'm just... Upset."

"Upset I couldn't keep myself away from too many bruises better?"

"Upset that things have to take this turn. You really could've died if it weren't for Fenton's shield and Lee's constant healing."

A moment of silence.

"Sorry..."

"There's nothing for you to apologize about. You did the best you could, although I would've preferred something else. As long as you're here, safe and sound, that's more than enough for me."

"I'll be careful next time, promise."

"You better be. You really know how to make me worry so much, you know that?"

"I would've said the same thing to you back then, too, way back, in fact."

"Hush, let's not talk about that. Just get some rest, alright?"

"Sí, mi amor." The EVO said to his fiance with a playful yet sweet grin.

He could hear the soft tone of relief as his alien-hybrid fiance sighed, the tone where he's just glad he's with him. He did expect scolding, and it did came down to it (or at least something close), but in the end, it was only that the sounds of worry and fear, and the aftertaste of relief that everything didn't went progressively bad.

"Yeah, it turns out just some heart-to-heart conversation between a couple. Nothing to worry about." Said the ghost king who was on call with the American dragon who was still away.

["Well, I guess that's good to hear. I did feel worried when Tennyson said that he wanted to talk to Salazar after you guys returned."]

"Hmm... I think I should do some rearranging for the next couple of missions and commissions. I'm more than sure Tennyson is gonna terrorize me if I assigned his dear husband-to-be in the next technology-combat-based mission again."

["That would do everyone good if you ask me."]

"Yeah... I'm pretty sure no one wanted to go through that. The silence is so suffocating, it could probably cut an entire building."

["I could imagine. Anyways, I should hang up now, gotta go back to work."]

"Oh yeah, sure. Take care."

["See ya, Danny."]

Beep

"I really screwed up, haven't I?" The ghost king sighed as he put his phone to the bedside table before going back to his bed to get rest before either of his medical-attendant friends are gonna burst through his room and terrorized him into resting.

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

I'm not sure if you take prompts but I'm so desperate for a Chad Meeks-Martin x fem!reader

"Get away from me"

"You know we're not just friends"

"I love you... you don't have to say it back."

I’ve never done them before but I can give it a shot and thank you. the lack of chad fics is insane here 😩 sorry if this is short I really was just writing and letting it do whatever I guess.

Not Just friends

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

summary: you and chad realize that you’re maybe a bit more than friends, but chad realizes first. and you don’t want to believe it.

warnings: alcohol use.

other than that this fic is just fluff so I don’t consider it a warning:)consider this a Drabble ig

You took the shot and wanted to barf since it was straight up tequila. You’d usually just mix it with something else.

“Oh god that’s… something, You gagged. “Oh come on you’ve got to get a better tolerance, Tara laughed. “I only socially drink and you know that, You say. Even then you occasionally drank.

"I do, She replies. "Hence why I invited you. You should be more used to drink, Y/n." You chuckle. "No, I need to drive myself home, Tara." "Oh fine, buzzkill, Tara giggled.

"You're drunk, aren't you? You laughed. " No, Tara slurred, struggling to walk. You help her up. "Stop lying, You giggle. You could obviously see she was not sober. You help her find her way to water. Because, she would have some hangover tomorrow.

“Hey y/n, Tara, Chad smirks. “Okay are you two going you get together already? You groan. "then again right now isn’t the best time because she’s drunk.”

“The lifesaver per usual, Chad teased. You roll your eyes.”just don’t want my friend to be taken advantage of. Half the guys here are assholes who take advantage of drunk girls.”

Tara took a huge sip of water and hopefully she’d sober up. You weren’t drunk but not entirely sober either, just kind of tipsy since you only had about two drinks.

"But hey, mind if we could talk? Chad asked, before Mindy pulls him over. Not so long ago, Liv and Chad broke up. You were there for him, his shoulder he could cry on. You knew he loved her. Everyone could see this. She loved him, but they couldn't work out.

"Holy fuck, didn't they just break up? You shy, seeing Liv with some guy. Sure, they were over, but so soon? "Chad... You say, watching his expression drop. "Nevermind, Y/N."

You grab his wrist. "No, Chad. I'm your best friend, you can say anything." "get away from me, y/n, he replies. "i'm in no mood." His mood changed so quick. You weren giving up yet, though.

"Please? You beg. "Fine... He sighs. Normally, he was so... sunshine. Instead, he was grumpy. You kind of figured why, seeing his ex move on so quick.

You pull him aside to somewhere private. “Was seeing Liv a problem for you? You ask. “No, Y/n, that didn’t hurt me, Chad said.”It’s…. Us. Okay? I mean, you ever think that we’re just friends? Everything we’ve done is simply platonic?”

You nod.”Of course. You’ve been in love with Liv for a while. Why do you think that, Chad?” He comes even closer to you and your breathing gets heavy.

“You know we’re not just friends, Chad said. You sigh. Were you really that oblivious? Silence fell upon you two. And he sat on the bed at the party.

You sat beside him, and say,”I love you…. You don’t have to say it back. I just think if we’re being honest I have to be as well. I’ve loved you for a while, Ch-“

He kisses you and you kiss back, you were head over heels and boy was he a good kissed. Then again he was more experienced than you.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

[suga-kookiemonster]

do you grin and bear it when you come across fics that are clearly white-coded? i find it really upsetting because there are some fics out there that are so good and then i come across a word, phrase or description that describes reader as clearly being white or if not white, then with light features and then i just can’t finish the fic anymore.

then i realize no one is saying anything, everyone just accepts it. the fic gets thousands of notes and not one is mentioning it. i don’t think there is anything wrong about having a particular race in mind when writing (people often write from their own lived experiences) but maybe let people know beforehand?

but i guess these days i kinda grit my teeth and bare through it. the worst though is when they write the bts member with pink nipples and pale skin, i just don’t understand why they would do that. why are they erasing their melanin. because they might as well be writing about timothy chalomet at this point. bc what? people have the right to their own preferences but when it comes to fanfics about asian men, poc, then there are literally no excuses unless they are written in a particular au, but then again. they are asian so why are you whitewashing them

hey babe! i hear you and i feel you. i've been writing fanfic for a very long time, but the bts fandom was the first one i encountered reader insert fics. i'll admit, it was definitely disconcerting and slightly triggering at first to read all of these stories about clearly white ocs who i obviously couldn't insert myself into. it was especially mind-boggling to me that i was being othered in a fandom literally centered around men of color. ultimately, i had no choice but to acknowledge that the primary fanfiction that got pushed in the fandom was written by white creators for white audiences.

but while i acknowledged that, i didn't accept it. i simply decided to write the representation i didn't see--and that's how ego was born 😊 nowadays, i'm ecstatic to be seeing a lot more poc representation in the fandom (from all different backgrounds and viewpoints), but that doesn't mean whiteness isn't still being used--likely unknowingly, as media in general often caters to whiteness, and people write what they're used to and what they know--as the "baseline" and "general" oc. (absolutely zero excuse for whitewashing the boys tho. not you nonchalantly giving the both the oc and bts pink nipples 🤦🏽‍♀️😂)

obviously, there is nothing wrong with writing a white character/from a white person's point of view when you yourself are white, but i just think that until everyone is more equally represented in the fandom and white stories aren't the only ones people bother to hype up and circulate, special care should be taken to ensure readers aren't blatantly white so poc don't feel like the fandom isn't unwelcoming of them.

i can go on and on, but i actually talked about this exact topic on a podcast i did a little while ago with my friends. feel free to check it out if you have time 💜 i also wanna point you to this wonderful post by @vyduan that lists wonderful poc writers in the fandom. please know you belong here just like everyone else and i see you!