#one day i will actually use song prompts but this is not that day lol

[aiulbones]

Bachisagi Week Masterlist

Thank you to @bachisagizine for putting this week together I am so excited to read all the fic!

Some self imposed rules: No AUs, quote prompts only, quotes must show up word for word as a line of dialogue

Day One: “It’s always been you.” - Colder Weather - T - Isagi proposes. It does not go well.

Day Two: “Because I believe in you.” - Final Selection - E - Intentional: Write a fic about a Final Selection for Blue Lock. Unintentional: make it FWB

Day Three: “I would be happy playing soccer with you forever.”  - somewhat more than not enough - M - Bachira proving once again that he is 10x easier to write than Isagi (aka the one where Bachira retires before Isagi) HONESTLY IF ANYONE IS ACTUALLY SEEING THIS POST GO READ THIS ONE IT’S MY FAVORITE

Day Four: “Do you think we’d still be friends if we met each other sooner?” - the living is easy - G - moving in together fluff

Day Five: “Don’t leave me behind.” - looking for a two--ply hefty bag to hold my love - T - meta bullshittery

Day Six: “We have to stop meeting like this.”  - Stumble and Fall - G - Day 6 and I ran out of steam/ideas forgive me

[deadghosy]

WHERE PENGUIN! READER WILL LIVE IN:

Pt5 of Penguin! Reader x Hazbin Hotel

Prompt: The aftermath of the court is where you decided where to live

Note: this will be the final part of the series lol. Sorry if the sections are short, I tried to make it long with the bullet points just being some. 💗

“The court has spoken. The rightful place the reader belongs in, is……” sera say opening her mouth to announce the news.

HELL

Lucifer is fucking happy that sera said that would go with them. Charlie has tears dropping out her eyes as she finally is relived to have you by her side and kingdom. Adam was pissed as he thrown papers on the ground. Lute is screaming mentally as her heart breaks.

Back in hell, every one does a celebration party. You get a bandanna with your name, the scarf wrapped around your neck has the name of Y/N Morningstaryou are officially in the family. Welcome to hell.

Literally you get all the food you love in a week of celebrating before they monitor what you eat 💗

Charlie is such an older sister vibe as she shows you the ropes of being royalty as she gives you an allowance. Which you totally didn’t spend in cookies and cakes. But matter of most is that she even shows you how to run the hotel while you just quack at things from afar. Overall her protective rate is 5/10.

Lucifer may be happy and relived that you can be in hell with him. But he is still worried about your safety in hell as he watches you closely and even has razzle and dazzle to look after you. It’s cute and all for you. But for others, they can tell this man baby’s you so much to the point he even gets you to bed like one. Overall his protective level is 100/10

Vaggie loves teaching you how to use her spear in case the exterminators try to kidnap you. She is always the one who watches you on the playground to make sure you are okay. Her protective rate is 9/10

Husk is the damn grumpy drunk uncle who only has a soft spot for you as you aren’t annoying and is pure. Literally you aren’t a bad kid as you just help clean glasses. PST, he actually bought plastic looking glasses so you won’t cut yourself on accident. Plus he appreciates that you want to help him. It’s just you are so small and he is bigger than you. Overall his protective level is 7.5/10

Angel is like that older brother who knows how to hide bruises. And of course we know why…but like past that imagine you bruised your whole ass knee and you didn’t want anyone to worry for you so you went to angel. He chuckled and took care of it. You are such a cutie that he kisses your head and sends you off. Overall his protective level is 7/10

Alastor loves teaching you about his radio station. He even takes you as a co-host and a regular guest as he makes you quack out a song. 💗 some awesome uncle and nephew/niece moments as he also makes you tea if you can’t sleep. His protective rate is 8.5/10

And the rest of hell, they love you equally as somewhat you bring hope in hell to have them redeemed as they visit the hotel to see you and meet you. Hell, the other deadly sins met you and were in awe at how cute you were. Beelzebub was immediately starstruck as she feeds you some of the best food in hell.

So in the end, you love being in the royal family of the Morningstars. It’s peaceful in the hotel with you around as Angel can now get a lot of days off💗

HEAVEN

Adam is immediately flipping off the two demon royals as he lifts you up in his arms. “SUCK IT BITCHES AHAH!” Adam yells pulling you close to his pudgy body as lute is flipping them off from behind the first man as the two demon royals are sent back in hell.

After exiting court, you are met with getting ice cream with the two angels who were fighting with the demon royals verbally. Adam got you [favorite flavor] ice cream as lute just smiles smugly happy to have you here with them.

Adam has gotten use to you not leaving him like how his other ex-wives did. He won’t admit he feels insecure about you leaving him. But with you now being property of heaven and you living with him personally. He feels like he might actually have a loved one with him. It’s not like romantic since you take form of a gah damn actually penguin. It’s more of a platonically close friendship. He finds you alluring at how sweet you are to others. Even if Adam isn’t. Overall his protective meter is 9.5/10

Lute is still the same ol lute everyone knows. It’s just that she watches you from afar. Keeps tabs on you and where you go. Its like if she’s your personal bodyguard. She always love bombs you in a manipulative way. She just wants you to depend on her. I mean hell, she’s literally crazy at how pure of gold you are in heaven. Her protectiveness level is��200/10😨

Sera is a busy woman, but she keeps tabs on you too. Even sending a angelic guard to make sue you are mentally okay and not unstable of taking you away of your so called “home” down there. But she cares for you endlessly in a mother figure way. her protective meter is 5.5/10

Emily is happy regardless if you went it heaven or hell. This girl literally take you shopping with her as she get you a cute sailor like outfit for your delivery job. She even makes you your own damn basket to give cookies to your regulars with their mail. Overall, this sweet girl’s protective meter 4/10

St. Peter sends you cookies on weekends as it’s the days that you aren’t working as the adorable penguin delivery boy. 💗 St. Peter checks up on you as well as you are just staying home and he comes by just to see if you are liking to live in heaven for years now.

You live with Adam as he and you have some kind of relationship were he wants to look after you. Literally it’s oddly sweet this man has a change of heart kind of. He literally will try to cook only for you to burn out the fire in the kitchen. He’s ordering gah damn take out.

See, me personally you’re still getting stalked a bit from yandere! Lute as she smile smugly seeing you in heaven everyday and replaying the son of bitches face when you got to stay in heaven with them.

The amount of times angels in heaven have gifted you lots of grift baskets for the custody of heaven. It’s crazy as it’s whole bunch of fans just celebrating you staying 💗 it’s sweet but crazy.

Overall you still got your job as a paper delivery person and you get watched 24/7 every day. From afar….😨 but all you know is that you are safe in heaven still missing the people below them.

BOTH

Heaven and hell is shocked, what I mean by that is Lucifer and Adam being shocked. Adam is immediately yelling out profanities at how this is “complete bullshit”. Emily and Charlie did a mutual nod to each other not hating or liking this idea as it seems clear and fair to share you 50/50 like divorce parents.

After court, it was time to hang out with hell only to go heaven for the next day. 😭 honestly, you could stay in hell for a week and go to heaven for another whole week☝🏾😕

Adam gets so salty seeing Lucifer pick you up and take you through the portal to hell. Lute just scowls walking away. Meanwhile Lucifer is still salty as well to share you, he has to be mature as Charlie was just excited to have you the whole week.

HONESTLY IF ITS VALENTINE’S DAY, YOU GET SO MUCH CHOCOLATE AND TEDDY BEARS FROM HEAVEN AND HELL. OMG IMAGINE YOUR BIRTHDAY 😱😨LEGIT A WHOLE CARTOON ASS BIRTHDAY-

You still sleep in Lucifer’s bed when you stay in hell, but there is still a spare room for you. And for heaven you sleep directly in the same room as Adam as he snores holding your chubby and round fluffy body.

Thanks to @gineazu for the idea of this schedule of them sharing reader.

Hell has reader on mondays Wednesday's Friday's and sundays. As heaven has them on tuesdays thursdays and Saturdays like a true ass divorce. But just like I said you could also spend a whole week in hell and another whole week in heaven. And it could repeat.

LMAO JUST IMAGINE THE AWKWARDNESS WITH ADAM HAVING SUNGLASSES WAITING FOR YOU AS LUCIFER IS TEACHING YOU HOW TO CALL HIM IN CASE ADAM TRIES TO “abuse” you 😭😭

You’re literally eating nuggets in the hotel’s lobby until a busted down wall happens as a golden light shines. “Kid, pack ya shit. The shit lord didn’t bring you to me on time.” Says Adam with sunglasses and chewing bubble gum. Lucifer came from the kitchen having lemonade for you only to drop it seeing Adam. “What are YOU doing here!” He exclaims seeing the first man. Adam smirks, “I’m here to collect the bird brain. Duh?” “It’s literally only been 2 days?!” Lucifer retorts.

Yeahh…at first Adam had a problem being clingy towards you and wanting to stay in the blue skies with him.

Honestly it’s funny how Lucifer is the mom who wants to scam the father to make it seem he is abusive as Adam is just a guy trying to be the fun dad. It’s literally tug of war for your affection for crying out loud- 😭

“HAVE YOU SEEN SMILEY?” Is basically the song to describe your relationship between the two places of heaven and hell. It’s so painfully tooth aching and wholesome.

It’s nice spending time with your people in hell and heaven. Like literally it’s cool how you still got your delivery job in hell and heaven at most. Overall you are just happy seeing both of your so proclaimed friends and family. ‼️💗❤️🦆

A/N: I did this because I couldn’t choose lol 💗 hope you guys like this as everyone gets their own happy ending

taglist: @zamadness @ilovelyneysm07 @listenerchan @equkki @ambersison-allejo @froggybich @hah-simp-acc-2 @aria-tempest @chefysawesomeideas @angela075905 @loyx2 @libraryraccoon @indom-eclipse @simpcreator @caffieneaddictt18

[toxic3mmy]

Star Struck

prompt: you get a message from alex on tumblr

hai lovely peeps <3

this is gonna be a short little book type thing with a few more chapters to come

i hope you guys enjoy!

ps- ill try my best to update this series at least once a week!!!

you mindlessly scrolled through tumblr. yes it wasn’t 2015 anymore but you still used the app religiously. you had a good number of followers, too.

you posted about all the emo and alternative music you were into and not to mention the youtubers who you loved.

your number one favorite youtuber was alexis quackity. you related to him in many different ways. he made you laugh on days you weren’t doing too well. he meant a lot to you, even if you didn’t know him personally and it was all most likely just an internet personality.

still, you found yourself talking about his latest let’s talk streams or even his random tweets. you loved having a community of online mutuals that felt the same way about quackity.

____

halfway across the country, alexis sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered apartment, surrounded by a sea of empty takeout boxes and energy drink cans. his eyes were glued to the computer screen, the glow from the monitor reflecting off his square-rimmed glasses. his mouse hand hovered over the keyboard, poised to respond to the endless stream of comments that flooded his youtube channel. his thumbs danced across his phone, scrolling through the notifications that seemed to never end.

it had been a wild ride for alexis since he started streaming games and posting videos under the moniker 'Quackity'. the fame had come quickly, and with it, the adoration of millions of fans around the globe.

sometimes alex would take the time and look through his community of devoted fans. he would use throwaway accounts to simply be unknown for once and just see what there was out there.

his fans were so unbelievably talented. many of them were amazing artists making portraits of him or even writing songs for him. some were even exceptional writers and the fanfiction stories he’d come across were actually pretty good.

amidst the digital chaos, one fan seemed to stand out from the rest. y/n, with her username 'Y/NIsNotHere', had caught his attention with her thoughtful comments and unyielding support. He clicked on her tumblr profile, and there it was: a fan account dedicated solely to him.

her profile was a shrine to his digital persona, filled with meticulously edited gifs, screenshots from his streams, and heartfelt notes about how his content had changed her life. Alexis felt a strange mix of flattery and curiosity. he hovered over the 'send message' button, his heart racing with excitement.

what did she look like? what was her voice like? would she be as amazing as she seemed? with a deep breath, he typed out a simple hello.

granted, he was using a secret throwaway tumblr account so he didn’t expect for an immediate response. and yet, the response still came rather quickly.

Y/Nisnothere: hi! whats up?

emoboy666_: nothing much, just surfin da web. so you’re a fan of quackity?

Y/Nisnothere: yeah im definitely a huge fan. there’s just something about him you know? he’s different, he makes me feel okay

alexis’ cheeks heated up after reading the compliment. he smiled softly as he continued to message you

emoboy666_: i totally get you! it’s nice to be distracted from things

Y/Nisnothere: for sure! so tell me about yourself

emoboy666_: well, im in my early 20s.. im mexican, i love video games and art….. oh and you can just call me A

Y/Nisnothere: well im 21, im also mexican, im also really into all things artsy and nerdy and well, emo lol, and you can just call me y/n :3

emoboy666_: i’m glad we have some things in common! your blog is really cool btw, it’s like a hidden gem amongst the cyber world

Y/Nisnothere: aw thanks! that’s really sweet of you to say <3

emoboy666_: no prob (: so, what are you doing right now?

Y/Nisnothere: oh not much, trying to do homework but getting distracted by tumblr and twitter lol. and u?

emoboy666_: oh same here, what do you study?

Y/Nisnothere: i’m studying art

emoboy666_: that’s awesome! maybe you should show me some of your work sometime

Y/Nisnothere: yeah! id love to (:

emoboy666: me too (:

Y/Nisnothere: (: <3

the two of you continued to message each other practically all night. you were happy to have made a new online friend and alexis was happy to get to know one of his fans.

neither of you truly knew who was on the other end of the phone but you still really enjoyed talking to one another. it was refreshing for the two of you.

you fell asleep with thoughts of your new friend, A

[cosmicstarlatte]

Mammon A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

⬅Back to Smut HC A-Z Masterlist ◇

18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (5 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

He'll be nervous & get shy with any new kinks. He's always willing to try though, just give him a little time & if he changes his mind, he'll tell you! After trying something, he will let you know if he didn't particularly care for it or not. "That? Ya I like that... but this? Nah, not my style!"

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

The first time you two have sex with each other, it's steamy, passionate & fluffy. Maybe just slightly clumsy but that only happens because of the excitement you both have! Especially him! He loves you & feels much closer to you after it. Cuddling with you the first time after sex filled a hole he didn't know he had. From then on he always looks forward to cuddling after sex.♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: possessive/territorial/violent, ass grabbing, objectification(?) All common sense goes out the window when it comes to this man & jealousy. He's bark & bite (peck?). He has no issue interrupting you & an unknown demon if they look at you like some piece of meat. You're his; no one's taking his treasure! He will wrap an arm around you or smack your ass & plant a quick kiss, glaring at whoever you're talking to & they can usually take the hint. ...Now if he actually finds someone outright flirting with you & making you uncomfortable, he'll lose his shit & get in their face quick. He has no issue grabbing them & throwing them. "Who do ya think you are! Talkin' like that to what's mine! Remember your place!"

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

The first time you sent Mammon a video, he jerked it until his balls were completely drained. He of course sent his own vid showing you how much he loved it. "Mmph, fuuuck!...look at what ya do to me...haah! Look at all this fuckin' cum , just for you baby." He couldn't help but ask for more vids from you so he can jerk off when you're not around. He loves to send you his feedback every time.❤️

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Before you, he would watch it every other day if he was in the mood. Succubus's & witches, pretty tame actually nothing too crazy & usually had some praise kink involved. Those vids did it for him up until he got you. Now he turns to his own private (favorite) collection if he has to jerk off. See V too lol.^

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 6: Heard it in a Love Song

Word Count: 995

Rating: G

Pairing: Gareth X Barb

CW: Language

Summary: Gareth is nervous about talking to his crush, so the other guys help him out. The prompt title kept reminding me of the song “Heard it on the Radio” by Ross Lynch from back in the day lol. One of the lyrics in the song is “he’s a drummer in the band” and I realized that after I decided to write this about Gareth, so it just seemed perfect!

@corrodedcoffinfest

“Just ask if she’s going,” Jeff says. 

“Yeah,” Eddie adds. “You’re just seeing if she’ll be there. A simple, innocent question one friend would ask another.”

Gareth takes a deep breath and nods his head. It’s obvious to his three friends that he’s not so much nodding in agreement rather than psyching himself up.  

“What if she has no idea what I’m talking about?” Gareth asks, a tremble in his voice. 

“Then you tell her about it,” Frank says. “About us playing a set and the party.”

“Yeah,” Gareth breathes out, rubbing his hands together. “No big deal.”

“Exactly,” Eddie agrees, slapping his friend on the back. “You’ve got this.”

“And don’t worry about the others, we’ve got that taken care of,” Frank reminds.

“It’s usually only Nancy,” Gareth says. He’s absentmindedly twirling one of his drumsticks in his hand. 

“We can handle Wheeler,” Eddie says. “Now, come on. Their lunch period is about to end.”

Gareth’s shoes seem to be glued to the ground, so Jeff gives him a nudge that gets him putting one foot in front of the other. 

Waiting outside of the cafeteria is the most nervous Gareth has been in a while. Not much can shake him, but talking to the girl he’s been pining for all year? Yeah, that’ll do it. 

The bell rings and Gareth begins nervously tapping his drumstick against the side of his right leg.

“Will you put those away?” Eddie hisses as the students begin to pour out of the lunchroom. 

The drummer feels more secure with a drumstick in his hand, but he knows Eddie’s right; it would look weird if he was just tapping one against his body. He slips it into his back pocket and adjusts the flannel over his t-shirt to hide the part that sticks out. 

“Hey,” Frank whispers loudly. “There they are.”

Gareth feels his stomach flip as he scans the crowd and the moment his eyes land on her, he swears his heart stalls like it’s his dad’s old stick shift.  

“Boys,” Eddie says, inclining his head towards Nancy.

They all shoot Gareth encouraging looks before they leave him on his own.

“Wheeler! There you are,” Eddie says, standing right in front of the petite girl, his boots squeaking against the white linoleum. 

“Uh, yeah. What’s going on?” Nancy asks. 

“You, um, well, I borrowed a book from Jonathan, and he asked if I could give it to you if I saw you before him.” Jeff comes up with the line on the spot. 

“Okay…” Nancy’s brow pinches together. “Where is it?”

“Oh, it’s uh, in my locker. Which is right over here.” Jeff gestures around the corner, to the adjacent hallway. 

He nods his head in that direction to indicate that she should follow him. 

Nancy sighs.

“I’ll see you after school, Barb,” she says, turning to her friend.

“See you,” Barb says. 

Jeff, Eddie, and Frank all walk down to Jeff’s locker with Nancy, which both girls find weird. 

As soon as Barb takes a step forward, Gareth gathers his nerve and comes up next to her.

“H-Hey, Barb,” he says.

“Oh, hi Gareth. You didn’t want to follow your posse down that way?” There’s a teasing smile on Barb’s lips and the drummer has to remind himself to breathe.

“Nah, I actually wanted to ask you something,” he manages as the two stay in step with one another. 

The redhead pushes her glasses back up with the hand that isn’t holding a notebook and a few folders against her floral purple blouse. 

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I was, uh, wondering if you’re going to the party at Mosaic Lake on Saturday?”

“Oh, I heard about that. There’s also one at Lover’s Lake on Saturday,” Barb says.

“Yeah,” Gareth says, releasing a breath. Mosaic Lake is far smaller than Lover’s, but he would bet good money that the company will be better at the less popular lake. “Guess all the jocks and the populars are behind that one. Which means it’s gonna suck because it’s all those people.”

“Those people?” Barb asks, arching an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, you know.” Gareth shrugs. “Assholes. But the party at Mosaic Lake is for guys like me who want to have fun and don’t care if they’re not top of the food chain here.”

“So…freaks?” Barb asks, not unkindly. “And nerds. Like me.”

“For all of us who the Hawkins High royalty deem lesser than,” Gareth says in his best impression of a snobby, posh person. It makes Barb laugh and he almost trips over his own feet. 

“Well, Nancy wanted to go to the Lover’s Lake party,” she says and Gareth’s heart drops. “But I don’t. I’d rather go to Mosaic Lake. And I’m pretty sure Jonathan would rather go to Mosaic too, so maybe if both her best friend and boyfriend are in agreement, she’ll change her mind.”

“Awesome!” Gareth realizes there was far too much enthusiasm in his voice, so he clears his throat in an attempt to cover it. 

“Corroded Coffin is playing for a little while. After us I think it’s that all-girl band Rosa Santiago started.”

“Are you going to play any Van Halen?” Barb asks.

“We do know a lot of their songs, so there’s a strong possibility,” he teases. “You like them?”

“Yeah, Van Halen is my favorite.”

Absolutely need to talk to the guys about the setlist, Gareth thinks. He wonders how many Van Halen songs he can convince them to put in there. 

The warning bell rings, and Barb heaves a sigh.

“I definitely want to go,” she tells Gareth. “I’ll do my best.” She gives him a smile as she starts to turn down a different hallway for her next class. Gareth gives a small wave, which she returns.

Once she’s out of sight, Gareth leans on the closest wall and lets his exhale deflate his lungs.

“Holly shit,” he says to himself. “I did it. And I didn’t ralph.”

[loftec]

Weekly Wednesday Saturday tag

Thanks to my pals @the-rat-wins @deedala and @wehangout for the tag! I had to wait until I got home from a work trip to do this, so I wouldn't go insane trying to format this beast on my phone <3

Name: Lofty

Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? (or you): Sweden

Ok, so this week we are going to snoop into your google search. Type in each phrase and tell us what the first suggestion is that google gives you!

What is the best way to… lose weight (not me.)

Where can I…watch (haha I ruined this one by accidentally googling "where can I watch" two seconds earlier because I thought it was part of the prompt)

How old is… Eminem (pfffh not me.)

How long does it take…to learn Japanese! (I don't think I've searched this because I know the answer (your whole life lol) but at least it's relevant to my interests).

How many… seconds in a day (interesting but not me.)

Who set the record for… the fastest time to reach one billion views on YouTube? (Extremely not me.)

When did… Russia invade Ukraine (...okay, also not me.)

What does it feel like to… be in love (actually not me.)

Can you… run it (What does this even mean? Not me.)

When you… say nothing at all (Not me, but now I've got this song stuck on my mind.)

Why do… es Sweden have so many islands? (Do we have an abnormal amount of islands? Not me.)

Is there a way… to save Karlach (whomst??? Oh, from the video games. Not me.)

How old do you have to be…to play fortnite (most definitely not me.)

Where do the… sturniolo triplets live (now you're just making things up, not me.)

What is the best time to… post on instagram (I might have searched this for work but not on this computer.)

And to finish us off…What comes up when you type in Shameless?Shameless cast (not me!) (Whenever I search Shameless things I always write [thing] shameless us, as in: "Ian Gallagher shameless us" when I need a reference image or something.)

Wow okay I think what I've learned today is that I never search things using standard question formats, so here are 10 random searches from my history, for free:

vermillion

off centre chau gif

is this a butterfly meme

sue charlton

Average temperature chicago september

farenheit to celcius

pysgod wibbly wobbly

running through a field

daffodils svenska

loftec cake potato

The few times I google as a question look more like this: WHY THE FUCK DOES IT SAY MY POST IS MADE WITH AI ON INSTAGRAM AND HOW DO I REMOVE IT?????? (recreation of a thing I actually googled yesterday) (answer was I probably accidentally ticked the AI box myself but also fuck off fuck off fuck off)

Not tagging anyone because it's Saturday, but also tagging anyone who wants to do this!

[andiwriteordie]

hi :) coming at you with a v-day prompt that you can totally take or leave!

thinking about hawkins high student council organizing a compatibility quiz to find your perfect valentine (a la S3E3 of Never Have I Ever) and byler gets each other as 100% perfect matches in the midst of their will-they-won't-they era. Cue them blushing and hiding their results from the rest of the party at first, but then ultimately deciding to confess to each other, etc... will leave the rest up to you :)

okay so i have actually never watched never have i ever, and... i could've gone and watched that episode... but i didn't... so hahaha here's my spin on this!

honestly this one was so fun, and it brought my back to my days of being on student council 🥲 i got a little carried away with this one (lol it is a whopping 3.9k words) so thank you for such a fun prompt!!!

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5: made for lovin' you

Looking back on it, Will should have known this was all El’s idea.

It makes perfect sense that this would be El’s idea, after all. The idea is just so damn ridiculous, and El has been obsessed with Never Have I Ever for the year or so now. So, it just makes sense that this idea would have come from Will’s younger sister.

What doesn’t make sense is how in God’s name El managed to convince the rest of student council—including Mike, the literal senior class president—to create a Valentine's Day compatibility test as part of their annual fundraiser.

And what makes even less sense is how Will was convinced by his best friends and his sister to spend ten dollars of his hard-earned money to purchase the stupid test and figure out who the hell he’s compatible with at Hawkins High. 

(Ten dollars is basically like an hour of work, mind you. That’s one whole hour of listening to Robin and Steve argue with each other over whether they enjoyed working at the now permanently closed Family Video better than they do the little bookstore the three of them all work at now.)

“Results are going out today!” El says in a sing-song voice as she takes a seat at the lunch table. There’s a bright smile on her face, and she seems in a much better mood than she did when the two of them were running late for school this morning. Unlike a few hours ago, her hair is now neatly braided in two little braids—courtesy of Max, no doubt. “Are you all ready to see who you are compatible with?”

From the other side of the table, Max snorts, poking at the sad-looking meal the lunch ladies had served them today. “Sure,” she says with a shrug. “As long as the results don’t tell me I’m compatible with anyone I hate, I think it’ll be fun to see them.”

“That doesn’t leave a lot of people, you know,” Dustin points out. “You hate most people at Hawkins High.”

“Damn right, I do.” Max smirks. “But that’s just because most people here suck.”

“Remind me again how you ended up being vice president of student council?” Will asks curiously, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “Was it an intimidation thing, or…”

Max merely flips him off, and as the others laugh, Will can’t help but grin. “It’s because nobody cares about student council,” Lucas teases, and he dodges the food Max throws at him. “Sorry.”

“You definitely aren’t,” Mike says, rolling his eyes. “You two have been shitting on student council all year! Come on, it’s not that bad.”

“It’s not that bad,” Will agrees, mostly because it’s Mike, and sure, Will doesn’t care much for student council, but if Mike and the others do, then Will cares too. “It’s just fun to rile you up.” 

“And to laugh about your ridiculous events,” Lucas adds. “And fundraisers. I still can’t believe you actually got this compatibility test fundraiser approved.”

“We did have to use some intimidation there,” El says thoughtfully. “But Mike and Max are very convincing. And Dustin’s budget presentation helped too.”

“The numbers never lie,” Dustin says with a smug smile. “And by that, I mean: Principal Altmann saw that we could reasonably make about three grand off this one fundraiser, and she about lost her shit.”

“And then we ended up making even more than that,” Mike adds, just as smug. 

If it was anyone else, Will probably would’ve rolled his eyes, because honestly, there’s no need for Mike to be that damn smug about a student council fundraiser, but with Mike, Will just thinks it’s adorable. Mike’s always been someone who gets incredibly passionate about things, and even beyond his romantic feelings for Mike, as his best friend, Will’s always been happy to hear about the things that make Mike happy.

Max rolls her eyes. “Look, I might be vice president and all, but can we please stop talking about student council at lunch?” she says, scrunching her nose. “I already spend half my time thinking about this, so I really don’t want to think about student council more than I have to.”

“Me too,” Dustin chimes in. 

They both sound a bit like annoyed coworkers—which Will supposes they are, in a roundabout sort of way. And though both El and Mike seem a bit disappointed at the change of topic, they’re quick to jump back into the conversation when Lucas brings up the latest gossip about Ms. Kinney and Ms. Patton—two teachers the Party is almost certain are dating.

The rest of lunch goes by in what feels like a blink of an eye, and before Will knows it, he’s heading to the fifth period AP Lit class he shares with Mike and Lucas. The three of them settle into their seats, getting out their school-issued laptops, and Will absently scrolls through his email, since that’s just about the only damn thing you can do on these stupid things.

Barely a minute before class starts, a little notification comes up Will’s email, and he scrolls back up to the top, his brow furrowed.

And there—right at the top of his inbox—is an email.

The email.

“THE RESULTS ARE IN! WHO ARE YOU COMPATIBLE WITH?” reads subject line of the email, and Will’s breath catches. His heart does a nervous somersault, which just feels stupid since all of this is just for fun anyways. Knowing his luck, he’s probably going to end up getting paired with someone like Jennifer Hayes or some other girl. The Party will end up laughing at him, and that’ll just be confirmation of ten dollars wasted.

This test doesn’t matter.

But for some Godsaken reason, Will can’t help but feel nervous as he clicks into the email. At the front of the room, his AP Lit teacher begins the lecture by asking everyone about their assigned reading, but Will pays him no attention.

The email takes a moment that feels like an eternity to load.

Then, finally, the email opens up, revealing a little message in bright pink and red font explaining how the compatibility test works and thanking him for supporting the Hawkins High Student Council.

Will doesn’t see or care about any of those words.

No, his entire focus is on four words, bright red and damning, and smack dab in the middle of the email. 

MIKE WHEELER.

100% MATCH.

(Well. 

…

That was unexpected.)

—

“I just don’t understand why you won’t tell us!”

Will groans, and he fights the urge to walk out of Mike’s basement, get into his car, and drive it into the nearest giant snow pile. It probably won’t do too much damage, but it’ll do enough to save him from the interrogation he’s receiving from the Party right now.

At this current moment, he’s retracing every single step that led him to this moment of sitting on the hot seat and getting nothing but shit from his so-called best friends. A lot of mistakes brought him here—like befriending Max in eighth grade when she’d just moved from California, or stumbling into El in the woods of all places with the Party in seventh grade, or convincing Mike and Lucas to invite Dustin to their DnD campaign in fourth grade, or shyly complimenting Lucas’s X-Men backpack all the way back in first grade.

Lots of stupid mistakes made over the last decade of his life. Will hates himself for being too nice. No good deed goes unpunished and all that shit.

“Because I don’t want to,” Will stresses, for probably the thousandth time in the past hour alone. “Why does it even matter?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Max says with a shrug, and Will raises a brow at his best friend. “Or I mean… it didn’t matter, at least until you started being dodgy about it.”

“So, what?” Will makes a face. “Because I don’t want to tell you what my test results were, suddenly they matter even more to you guys?”

“Yes,” El, Max, Lucas, and Dustin chime in unison, and Will groans again, grabbing the throw pillow from off the couch and covering his face with it.

“I hate all of you,” Will mutters. “All of you except for Mike. I don’t hate you.”

Beside him, Mike chuckles, and he reaches over, patting Will’s shoulder lightly. “I don’t hate you either,” he says, and he sounds like he’s having way too much fun watching their best friends torture Will tonight. “Sorry they’re so obsessed with finding out who your match is.”

“It’s not fair,” Will groans again, lifting the pillow off his face and looking up at Mike. There’s a soft sort of amusement in his eyes, and Will’s heart—the stupid, obnoxious organ that it is—does another somersault.

Ugh. You know what else isn’t fair?

Getting a 100% match with your definitely-not-queer best friend of over ten years, whom you’ve also had a crush on since you were eleven years old.

That’s not fair, and really, Will thinks that someone out there in the universe must be laughing at him.

“It’s not fair,” Mike agrees, patting Will’s shoulder again. “If you don’t want to tell anyone, you don’t have to—”

“Wait a minute!” El exclaims, and she all but throws herself across the floor, half-landing onto Will’s chest, knocking all the air out of his lungs, and sprawling on top of him. Will lets out a little “oomph,” but El pays him no attention.

No, her entire focus is on Mike.

“Mike,” El says slowly, a smile tugging at her lips.

Mike’s brow furrows. “Yeah?”

“You have not told us who your match is,” El declares, and Mike makes a little choking sound as all the Party members turn on him, instead of Will. “Who are you compatible with?”

Mike begins to sputter—half-sentences and nervous explanations and words that don’t even really make sense. Part of Will feels bad for him, because the Party members are as vicious as they are nosy, but the other part of Will is just glad the attention has been taken off him.

“Oh my God, you’re so red right now,” Dustin says gleefully, and he and Lucas burst into laughter at Mike’s expense. “Are they that bad?”

“No!” Mike says defensively—the first coherent sentence he’s said since El’s initial question. Considering the fact that the sentence is literally only one word, Will doesn’t think that’s much of a victory. “I just… I don’t… I don’t want to tell you guys!”

Lucas scoffs. “Why not?” he asks, clearly suspicious. “Everyone else shared their results.”

“Everyone but you and Will,” Max adds. “So, that’s a little weird. What, did you guys get each other or something?”

This time, Will makes a choking noise, and he sits up, lightly pushing his sister off him. “No!” he says, probably too quickly and too suspiciously.

Everyone in the room turns to look at him, and fuck, Will’s really dug himself a hole here. First off, the Party’s number one rule has been Friends don’t lie since before the Party even really existed. And second off, Will’s a pretty shitty liar, unless it comes to games like Mafia and Secret Hitler and other covert games like that.

He’s so fucking screwed.

“That was suspicious,” Dustin remarks.

“Very suspicious,” El agrees, narrowing her eyes at Will. “Will… friends do not lie.”

“Brothers do though,” Lucas points out, and El makes a face at him. “Just saying. The point still stands for the rest of us though.”

Warmth rises to Will’s cheeks, and he winces, feeling a bit like a cornered animal. Somehow, in the span of under five minutes, he’s gone from being the Party’s primary target, to finally being free from the interrogation, to ending up in a worse place than where he started.

Again, Will finds himself questioning every decision that brought him to this place.

“You’re bright red right now,” Max says, grinning mischievously. “Holy shit, you and Mike got each other, didn’t you—”

“Maddy Morris,” Mike blurts out.

Suddenly, every person in the room turns to Mike now, and Will blinks, watching as his friend turns a bright shade of red. 

“That’s who I got matched with,” Mike explains, shrugging a bit helplessly. “Maddy from the grade below us. Cute brunette? Helps run the school newspaper? I, um… I was a 77% or something match with her.”

Much to Will’s surprise, he actually seems genuine, which is strange since Mike is also a really shitty liar. And so, for the first time since around 1 PM when that stupid email first came through, it hits Will.

Maybe Mike is a 100% match for Will.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean Will is a 100% match for Mike.

…

Oh, well that’s just fucking great. The universe most definitely hates Will.

“Maddy’s cute,” Max remarks, a curious look on her face. “She’s sweet too. We have trig together in the morning. You think you’re going to ask her out?”

(Oh, Jesus, way to rub salt in the wound.)

“I don’t know.” Mike shrugs again. His cheeks are still bright red, and he won’t quite look any of them in the eye. “Maybe. I don’t really know her though.”

“You could get to know her though,” Dustin suggests helpfully. “Couldn’t hurt, right?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” Mike echoes half-heartedly, and for a brief moment, he glances over at Will. There’s a strange look in his eyes that Will can’t quite put his finger on, but before Will can think too hard about it, Mike glances away again and adds, “Anyways. Are you all done being nosy? I thought we were going to watch a movie tonight, not talk about student council.”

He says “student council” the same way Lucas and Will do, when they like to rile their friends up—a bit mocking but without any real heat. Clearly, it’s Mike’s last desperate attempt to get their friends to change the subject, lest either of them get embarrassed any further.

“Fine,” El says, though there’s still a suspicious look on her face. “We will stop being nosy. If you let me choose the movie tonight.”

As Mike begins to sputter again, a grin forms on El’s face. “That’s the deal, Mike,” she says cheerfully, ignoring Mike’s protests. “Otherwise, I will keep asking you and Will about your real results.”

“You’re evil, you know,” Mike deadpans; then, he looks over at Will. “She’s evil, you know.”

“Trust me, I know,” Will says dryly. “I live with her, remember?”

That comment gets a pillow thrown directly at his face, but it’s worth it.

(In the end, the Party ends up watching one of El’s favorite rom coms, 10 Things I Hate About You, for probably the fiftieth time in all their years of friendship. 

And look, if Mike falls asleep on Will’s shoulder and if Will thinks Mike looks adorable with his messy hair and with his favorite blanket wrapped around his shoulders, then that’s only for Will to know.)

—

Like always, Will is the last one to leave the Wheelers’ house.

On most nights, he and El are usually the last ones to leave, since they usually take turns driving each other places, but tonight, El isn’t coming home with him. She and Max have plans to go to Indy tomorrow for their own Galentine’s Day celebration, so she’s spending the night at Max’s house. 

Sometime around midnight, all the other Party members begin to leave Mike’s house, and Mike sleepily says goodbye to them, still wrapped up like a little burrito in the old, green knitted blanket from his nana. He’s probably about five minutes away from passing out on the couch in his basement, which is exactly why Will sticks around a little bit longer to clean up the basement before he goes.

“You didn’t have to stay, you know,” Mike yawns, and Will glances up, meeting his best friend’s eyes. “I could’ve… could’ve cleaned this up t’morrow.”

Will’s stupid heart does that stupid somersault thing again, because fuck, Mike looks so adorable and so sleepy and so cuddly right now. It’s honestly not fair, just like it isn’t fair that stupid Mike is Will’s stupid 100% match, but stupid Maddy Morris is Mike’s stupid 77% match.

“It’s fine,” Will says with a shrug. “I figured I’d make your life easier.”

He throws away another empty can of Coke into the trash can and also makes a mental note to remind the Party that they’re not animals, because Jesus, this place is a mess. He has half a mind to mention it to his best friends’ parents, because God knows Mrs. Sinclair and Mrs. Henderson would probably chew Lucas and Dustin’s asses out for being rude guests.

(Not that any of them are really guests in the Wheeler household anymore. But still, it’s just the principle of the matter.)

“You’re the best, you know that?” Mike says softly.

Once again, Will looks up, and much to his surprise, he finds Mike staring at him, a curious yet soft look on his face. “What, because I’m cleaning up after our friends?” Will jokes. 

Mike’s lips quirk up into a little smile. “Yeah,” he says and shrugs, “but obviously not just because of that.”

He pauses here and purses his lips, like he’s trying to think of what to say. All the while, Will’s heart does its stuttery, nervous thing, and warmth rises to his cheeks. “You’re just… you’re so…” Mike starts to say, but his voice trails off again.

Everything goes quiet and still in the basement, and Mike stares back at Will with a familiar sort of intensity in his dark eyes. Suddenly, he seems more awake than he did moments ago, and he looks at Will like there’s something he’s dying to say. Something hangs in the air between the two of them—an electricity, a magnetism, or maybe a force that pulls Will closer and closer into Mike’s orbit. 

“Will,” Mike whispers, his voice low and raspy.

Will swallows the sudden lump in the back of his throat. “Y-yeah?” he manages to say.

“I… um… I have to tell you something,” Mike says, still just as quiet, and he stands to his feet, walking towards Will.

In just a couple long strides, Mike is right in front of Will, barely a foot away and close enough that Will can feel his warmth, and close enough that the strange feeling in the air—that electricity and that magnetism and that force pulling Will towards him—is the only thing that Will can focus on.

(Mike looks beautiful tonight, but then again, Will thinks he looks beautiful every night.)

Then, Mike does something strange.

He holds out his hand to Will to shake.

Will blinks, staring at his best friend’s hand. “Um…”

“I broke a Party rule,” Mike offers, but he doesn’t give Will any more context than that. “Just trying to make amends.”

Ah, okay, well that makes a little bit more sense. Truthfully, they haven’t really followed this little “drew first blood” rule since seventh or eighth grade, but Will supposes the tradition still stands. And like any good Party member, he should take Mike’s hand and accept his apology.

…

But before he can do that, Will needs to know what the hell Mike’s talking about here.

“What rule did you break?” Will asks, suspiciously eyeing his best friend’s hand before looking up at him again.

Mike’s lips quirk up into a little smile. “I’ll explain,” he promises. “Just… trust me?”

It’s a bold request to make—to ask Will to accept his apology before Will even knows what Mike is apologizing for—but if there’s anyone in the world that Will trusts, it’s Mike Wheeler. And besides, only Mike would go through the trouble of admitting that he’s wrong when Will hasn’t even accused him of anything.

So, without any hesitation, Will takes Mike’s hand.

The touch is like electricity, and Will’s breath catches, ever so slightly. Then, before he can process what’s happening, Mike pulls Will towards himself, so close that the two of them are barely inches apart now, bodies flush against each other.

Will, admittedly, squeaks, because hey, he was caught off guard and was not expecting that, and also because there is absolutely no way this is happening right now, and—

“I lied earlier,” Mike murmurs, his voice low. 

Will blinks, daring to look up and meet his best friend’s eyes once more. There’s a playful yet still intense look in Mike’s eyes, and he smiles slightly, like he knows a secret that Will doesn’t. 

“You… lied,” Will echoes. 

(Honest to God, it’s a miracle he’s even able to get that sentence out.)

Mike nods. “I did,” he says softly, and he doesn’t seem very apologetic. “Sorry.”

He squeezes Will’s hand gently, and warmth rushes to Will’s cheeks. His heart is pounding inside his chest—violent little palpitations that would probably make a doctor concerned for his wellbeing. But somehow, Will manages to find his voice again, and he whispers back, “When? And… why?”

A laugh escapes Mike’s lips, and blush dusts across his cheeks. “Come on, Will,” he says, just as quiet. “You know when.”

That strange look in Mike’s eyes returns, and all Will can do is stare back at his best friend—searching, wondering, and trying to figure out just what he means. The two of them have always been on the same page and always able to read each other, but somehow, in this moment, Will feels completely clueless.

“I don’t,” Will stammers, and Mike tilts his head at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mike.”

Mike raises a brow, and he shakes his head, offering Will a smile. “Okay, I just want the record to show,” he murmurs, and as he leans in closer, Will’s certain that all rational thoughts leave his mind, “that I am definitely not the oblivious one in this relationship.”

Then, before Will even has the chance to process that, Mike’s lips are on his, and he’s pulling Will even closer to him, wrapping his arms around Will’s waist. His lips are warm against Will’s own, and they taste vaguely of the Valentine’s Day themed cookies Mike’s mom had so graciously made for the Party tonight—sweet like sugar and filling Will with a sense that nothing has ever felt this right.

It’s a bit like the two of them were made for each other, and as Mike’s mouth moves against Will’s and the two of them find their way in this brand new, brave thing that Will’s only dreamed about up until this point, Will has to rethink his thoughts on fate.

(Okay, he still doesn’t actually believe in fate, but this works. He and Mike work.)

Mike’s the first to pull away, and it takes everything within Will not to chase after him—not that he’s gone very far, since Mike is still resting his forehead against Will’s own, his lips still close enough that they brush against Will’s when he speaks.

“You were my match, by the way,” Mike murmurs, his breath warm against Will’s skin. “If you couldn’t tell.”

Will can’t help but smile, and he moves to wrap his arms around Mike’s neck. “I kind of gathered that,” he teases back, just as soft. “You were mine too.”

A pleased smile forms on Mike’s face. “100% match?” he asks softly.

“100% match,” Will confirms, watching as the smile on Mike’s face just grows.

And Mike leans close to him again, capturing Will’s lips in another sweet kiss, Will can’t help but think that maybe… just maybe… the two of them were made for each other.

[n7punk]

“Rain or Shine (Going Postal)” Fic Notes

Rain or Shine finished yesterday so have some short fic notes on it! I'll make a share post tonight, I kinda forgot lol

Playlist:

The playlist for this AU was only 4 songs since it was so short, but here they are:

So What Now — Renee Rapp

Love Me Not — Emei

Flicker — Rina Sawayama

allofthat — ELIO

Epilogue Life:

These girls have had a very weird path but no longer working together is really the best thing that can happen to divorced work wives when they get back together. It’s a little touch and go and Catra is cautious, but her dumbass cat is in love with her new girlfriend so she kind of needs to see her a minimum number times per week or Melog won’t stop hitting the Adora button until he pisses her off.

Catra knows they’ve reached the serious stage when Melog starts letting Adora walk him by herself and that’s when she starts letting go of her fears (as best she can, anyway).

Chapter 1:

⦁ Catra was annoyed whenever Adora acknowledged their past because it felt like Adora wasn’t taking her seriously and she wanted to show off her negotiating prowess.

Chapter 2:

⦁ My dog didn’t handle car rides well as a puppy so I always held her for them and now if she’s in a car she wants to be in a lap. She is not lap size. Melog similarly only handles cars well if he’s being held.

⦁ Catra does not move for a change of pace, she can’t find a place she likes but can’t articulate why because they’re all perfectly fine places considering their expense (none of them feel like home).

Chapter 3:

⦁ .eth is short for “etheria” and is their version of .gov

⦁ I used to hate emails and I still lowkey do but it’s like a third of my job at this point so I’ve kind of gotten over it but this was me dressing them up like paper dolls and it was really fun honestly.

⦁ Formatting here was kind of a challenge? But I think I found something that looks correct/realistic while still being readable. Hopefully.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Catra’s number says GAY-FAGS. Sorry. I think Adora’s is KIS-DYKE

⦁ Chapter title is a reference to that one fic I did in a day lol.

⦁ The space after Hello Adora , in the invitation is a MailMerge error. IYKYK (my pain).

Chapter 5:

⦁ Catra frowns when Adora implies she has been lying to her this whole time because, while she messes around and likes to make Adora play the guessing game, she isn’t trying to actually deceive her or seem scheming, at least not in the way Weaver she is. She wants to be cool and confident and one step head. Cognitive dissonance and Catra go hand-in-hand and she didn’t realize how toying it came across.

⦁ This has become a running theme at this point but it always results in something fun, so once again Metalesbos made a joke about something that became a plot point, in this case “Bunny the dog Melog AU where he’s learned to use those word buttons” which I somehow spun into Melog accidentally wingmanning them via soundboard.

⦁ Actual conversation that happened as some point: Entrapta: and what would the purpose of giving your cat a ‘slur’ button be? Catra: it would be funny (She then had to remove the fag button because Melog started pressing it whenever he really wanted attention while she was working because it would get her attention Real Quick in case someone overheard it during a call)

⦁ Oh yeah, after writing this entire thing I went into my "abandoned" folder for something unrelated and found I already had a fic called Rain or Shine, which upon checking was like 600 words of a postwoman Catra AU I abandoned back in like 2021 because I wasn't feeling it and I thought it was creepy for Adora to be bugging Catra post-fallout via her mailbox since her job meant Catra had literally no choice but to keep dealing with it. This was a much funner use of the post office lol.

Sheratober prompts:

Ch1: Day 4, purring

Ch2: Day 9, workout

Ch3: Day 11, drunk

Ch4: None, just needed to get to the next one, though I was going to use embarrassing for Adora making a fool of herself over email because I realized that came before "drunk" and scrapped that idea.

Ch5: Day 16, kiss

Original Outline:

Kinda unusual scenario where I have the entire original outline still on hand from when I wrote it a full year ago (21/09/23). It would be like half of these fic notes to include, but… I think it would be an interesting peak into the writing process? So I’m just going to include it. The big shift in Catra’s job actually came because I hadn’t read the outline in a while and the new stamp collection thing came to me, which I just liked better even though it changed the context of their negotiation.

Post office adora / sourcing supplier catra who took a job at a Weaver’s company and eventually bounced while Adora went to humble (shitty) office jobs due to a mix of guilt, fear, and impostor syndrome. Weaver was trying to make a golden parachute for herself in the form of two children who would support her in her older years, but she wanted to incur as few costs in the process (children are expensive — she was trying to have them specifically to make money) and they basically lived like orphans in her large house. Weaver supplied for them through college, expecting a “return on investment”, but senior year Adora had a breakdown, she and Catra broke apart, and Catra went on to work for weaver while Adora faded into obscurity. Catra made her way to a minor executive position before leaving to work contract negotiation for a smaller but nicer company. Reconnect when they have to work together, Catra taking over the contract Adora already had with them. It’s a cautious relationship and Catra scares Adora when she starts to negotiate a far worse rate for them, but it turns out to be a scare tactic and even as Adora is stammering they can’t do that Catra cuts her off “we’ll renew at the current rate” Adora gapes. Catra looks up, flashing her a threatening smile. “Just remember what I’m capable of, princess.” They enter a cautious business relationship, interacting on a regular basis and gradually getting more friendly as they do. After a bit Catra starts signaling they might not be able to continue the contract as it was, and it makes Adora nervous, but it’s nothing like she did the first day where she was legitimately negotiating them into a corner. Eventually she comes back to Adora and tells her they’re not renewing the contract, but she doesn’t try to negotiate anything, just gives a new minimum to continue the contract Adora can’t agree too. So Catra suggests a competitor she can go to and rights out the terms of their current contract for adora to show. Adora goes there and gets a worse deal, but better than what Catra was going to offer her. It’s all weird and Adora can tell something is going on, but Catra refuses to answer her questions. Part of her wonders if catra is just trying to get rid of her and this — objectively less favorable — contract in one go.

The rest of the outline was either rough outlines of scenes I ended up writing and thus deleted from the draft document, or in my head. Other aspects of the fic I had stored in my brain:

Adora running into Catra when she’s walking her cat or perhaps them going on a maybe-date at the park and Catra walking her cat as part of that after reconnecting post-contract

The whole LinkedIn interaction — at the time Adora didn’t have Catra’s LinkedIn initially and I later changed that

A “business dinner” Adora can’t tell if it’s a date or not

The rest all came up as I was writing it.

Upcoming:

So I’ve got two more one shots for Sheratober, and there’s going to be an update to Unhinged Instagram Lives Era for the Music day, but the last week of AU-ctober is the canon divergent week, so it’s finally fucking time. The end of October is going to be all ten chapters in secession.

Somewhere Beautiful, We Can Finally Meet

[ju-vondy]

@gwynrielweeksofficial there's a specific song that screams GWYNRIEL to me not only because of the lyrics, but because it is a female voice who starts singing and then in the chorus a male voice joins her. It's called "Landed" by Ruelle feat Aron Wright. So whenever I listen to it I wonder its actually Gwyn and Az singing together. It screams Gwynriel to me reffering their end of journey, the approach of the "happily ever after" thing. I hope some of you will listen to it too and cry with me LOL 🤣

So, answering the DAY 9 prompt - The music scene envolving music I envision for Gwynriel is...: Approaching the end of the journey, they're dancing together staring at each other's eyes and they realize the feelings they have for each other. They realize they do care and feel a strong, powerful bond for each other. Of course our loved shadows are messing around them, happy Az finally admited that is in love with Gwyn. The music they're dancing to is the instrumental of Landed (of course Ruelle does not exist in Prythian but we can pretend, can't we?)

The art up above belongs to me, so no need for credits. (This is actually my second time drawing digitally, SORRY the mistakes, hope u all enjoy!) 🥰

Here's the lyrics:

The sun falls on your face like stained glass painted in light

It carries me away to sanctuaries in the sky

May we never stop falling

May we never stop...

All of the stars in the universe

Couldn't line up the way that we do

Couldn't be told in a million words, the story of us

And I can't believe it's true...

I've landed next to you

Now and then I drift like feather swept up in the breeze

But I know I am anchored as long as you are tethered to me

We will never stop falling

We will never stop...

One day we will look back at all we've been through

The missteps, the mistakes... The mountains we moved

One day we'll look back to all we've benn through

And say

I can't believe it's true... I've landed next to you...

[bikananjarrus]

Hey Mik! I'm giving you "sunbathing" and "breeze" from the ficlet prompt post. Write it for whatever character feels right (or feels like they could use a break).

Also, I just wanted to say I've been enjoying our parallel resurgence into 911 and seeing you talk about the high republic books makes me want to get into expanded star wars. 🤍

hi will! thank you for the prompt, these words were absolutely perfect 💙 (still accepting! from this list)

(also i’m glad to see you’re enjoying a 911 resurgence too! i’m actually behind on the last few eps of the season bc i got sucked into the high republic books lol. which i def recommend trying out expanded star wars at some point! if u want to know more about my expanded sw experience lmk!)

enjoy some high republic ot3 (padawan era) fluff 💙

word count: 600

rating: gen

[firebrands (avar x elzar x stellan) + sunbathing + breeze]

Avar tilted her face towards the sun, sighing contentedly.

This time of day—midday—most Jedi were getting lunch, finishing up meetings or classes, or otherwise occupied, which meant this particular meditation garden on the Temple’s grounds was usually unoccupied.

She’d found her usual spot in a small clearing of downy, vibrant green grass. Flowering bushes and leafy plants bordered the front half of the small meadow, their summer blooming blossoms carrying a sweet scent through the air. Behind her, a small ring of trees rustled in the warm breeze. The light wind tugged a few strands from her loose braid, tickling them across her cheeks.

Eyes closed, she let herself fall into the music of nature around her, into the Force. She drifted into its melody. Each trembling leaf; each chirp and flutter of wings from nearby song sparrows; every footstep of every Jedi in the Temple beneath her; the distant, constant hum of Coruscant traffic beyond these walls; every sound harmonizing together within the Force’s song.

Avar leaned back on her hands, legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. The top layer of her Temple robes was discarded on the grass somewhere to her left. She could have sat beneath the shade of the trees—it certainly would have kept her cooler. But the warmth of the sun on her face was too good to pass up.

Being immersed in the Force as she was, she felt them before she saw them. Or rather, heard their distinct notes in her Force-song. Elzar and Stellan.

Quickly enough, she actually heard them—Stellan said something she couldn’t make out and Elzar guffawed loudly in response.

She was grinning ear to ear by the time they plopped down on the grass beside her. She’d barely opened her eyes before Elzar was shoving a box towards her.

“Brought you something,” Elzar beamed at the same time a smiling Stellan said, “Hi.”

“Hi yourselves,” she laughed. She eyed the box. “Lunch?”

Stellan shrugged a shoulder, padawan braid falling with it. “We know you sometimes skip lunch to come up here when it’s quiet.”

“And we also know how cranky you get when you’re hungry,” Elzar added, warm brown eyes catching hers.

“Hey now!” she protested, leaning forward to poke him in the arm.

“See what I mean?” he grinned back.

Stellan just shook his head and started dividing up their food.

A little while later—sandwiches devoured and canteens of Gnostra berry juice balanced carefully on the ground beside them—all three of them lounged in the quiet garden meadow.

Avar was still sitting up, Elzar’s head now in her lap, the rest of him sprawled out. Stellan had taken Avar’s top robe and folded it up into a pillow, laying himself down next to Elzar, his head near Avar’s folded knee. Avar toyed mindlessly with Elzar’s padawan braid, looping it around her finger. Elzar’s left hand was intertwined lazily with Stellan’s right. With his free hand, Elzar was munching on fat purple grapes, taking one or two for himself and then feeding them to Stellan intermittently.

They chattered all the while; Elzar poking fun at the stubble growing in across Stellan’s face; Stellan poking equal fun back at Elzar for falling on his ass (again) during one of Master Yoda’s classes for the more advanced padawans that involved extreme acts of balance while meditating.

Avar listened to their back and forth, smiling down at them. Her boys.

Soaking in the sunlight, her heart swelled with the brilliance of their combined Force-song. The three of them had always been stronger together, after all.

[bluesylveon2]

for the 500 follower special, idia + 75?

I love how all of my gamer knowledge reappeared as I was writing this lol.

Prompt: 75. I’m an insomniac who calls my best friend at 3am except I misdial on my landline and I tell you all about my nightmare before letting you talk and now I’m mortified but you don’t hang up (I changed it a bit)

Note: Modern au. Fainaru Fantajī XV is Final Fantasy 15 but in Japanese. I was gonna use FFXVI but idk how the story goes and I might just watch it on Youtube lol. I DO know the story for FFXV and I love it so much

Word Count: 959

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters

500 Follower Event

Idia's day typically goes as follows: 1. Wake up, 2. Collect his dailies, 3. Stream in his room for hours (while snacking during it). 4. Use the bathroom. 5. Eat sweets, 6. Stream again. 7. Stream. What's sleep anyway?

Idia sighed after setting his headphones down. He just finished playing the latest Fainaru Fantajī XV game since its release. His body ached from the long sitting position, but it was all worth it for him. The story was good, and the gameplay was phenomenal! Idia needed to tell someone about it!

Usually, he would rant about it to Ortho. Still, his little brother was currently out of town because he was starring in a movie with the Vil Schoenheit. Idia was proud of his brother and wanted to keep his much-needed rest. 

Idia grabbed his phone and sorted through his list of friends.

Azul? No, he would only talk about board games. 

Riddle? No, they both had a mutual dislike for one another. 

Cater? HECK NO! NO NORMIES! (Idia made a mental note to delete his number later. How his contact information got on his phone was a mystery.)

Lilia? Idia's eyes widen. Yes! Lilia was perfect! They both share a love of games and often play co-op together. Surely he would be awake at, Idia glanced at the time, 3 am! Idia quickly typed his number, too excited to click on Lilia's number, and brought the phone to his ear. 

"Hello?" A clearly feminine voice replied, but Idia had already started his passionate ranting.

"Lilia! Did you get to play the newest Fainaru Fantajī XV game?"

"Who is-"

"I love the open world concept, and did you see the Regalia? That car screams luxury, and it has to be my dream car. I need to get one ASAP. That would show those lame normies I deal with, ugh."

"Lilia" laughed but continued trying to speak, "That's nice, but-"

"And the chemistry between the main characters! Luna was pretty, I guess? Lowkey women still scar me after the whole Eliza incident." Idia shivered at the memory of his "self-proclaimed" (and crazy) girlfriend (it was one-sided, and Idia didn't consider her his girlfriend anyway) in high school. Never again. "But the bond between Noctis and the other guys was top-notch! It made the gameplay even better!" Idia sighed and leaned back in his chair. "If only Noctis survived to the end, ya know? I guess the developers loved angst. The song choice at the end was the cherry on top. I actually shed a tear."

"Uhh, that's very interesting, but who is this?" "Lilia," asked, and Idia frowned. Now that he was partially done with his rant, he noticed the strange pitch in his friend's voice.

"Lilia, it's me, Idia. You know? The super cool guy who you spend playing League with. Are you sick? Your voice sounds off."

"I don't know a Lilia. My name is Yuu, and no, I am not sick. I am very healthy." Yuu's voice replied, and Idia froze. OH NO, NO, NO

"YOU'RE A GIRL?"

He could imagine the stranger frowning and thinking he was some creep. "Yes?"

"Eep!" Idia squealed and immediately pressed the big red "end call" button. He threw his phone at his bed, jumped face down on his bed, and groaned loudly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You just embarrassed yourself in front of a stranger! In front of a girl!" Idia was ready to bury himself in a hole.

Idia's phone rang just as he made the decision to do it. He groaned at the annoying ringtone, picked it up, and brought the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID. 

"Hello?"

A female voice laughed. "You hung up on me, Idia."

"Ah!" Idia screamed. He looked at his phone and raised his finger to hang up the call.

"Wait! Don't hang up!" Yuu exclaimed, causing Idia to freeze. He slowly brought his phone back to listen. The girl sighed after a minute passed. "Look, before you hang up again, I wanted to say that I love that game too."

Idia blinked, and his mouth opened in shock. "Y-you do?" he managed to say and wanted to facepalm.

Yuu laughed. "I'm not far into the game, though. I got distracted by fishing and playing with chocobos."

Idia felt himself relax, and he laughed with Yuu. "They are adorable. I liked racing them."

"Me too! Hey, Idia, can I ask you something?"

"Uhh, sure…What is it?"

Yuu sighed, and Idia could hear some shuffling on her end. She was probably adjusting herself to get comfortable. "Can you tell me more about the game? I need some help getting through it and would like some advice."

Idia felt a smirk grace his face. "Of course, you would need my help. I'll help you beat all the bosses with 0 deaths. You're good to talk for tonight?"

Yuu chuckled. "Yeah, I don't have anything planned. Oh great, Idia. Give me your wisdom." 

Idia ended up not sleeping that night but made a new friend instead. 

Bonus:

"I heard the Child of Man made a new friend." Malleus looked up from his Gao Gao Drakon-kun to speak to his father.

Lilia paused his game and turned to Malleus. "Oh? Did she say who?"

Malleus nodded. "It's actually your friend Idia. The one you often play games with." He said and gestured to the monitor that currently had Fainaru Fantajī XV. 

Lilia smiled, feeling happy for his friend. "What a coincidence. It is a small world, after all."

Malleus nodded and smiled, thinking about Yuu's happy rant that morning after staying up to talk to Idia before passing out from exhaustion. He was also delighted for her that she had met him. "Indeed it is."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[achaotichuman]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics

OMG YES I LOVE THIS!!!!!!

A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning

I am super proud of this one, it's the first piece of writing I've made where I outlined everything and prepped before actually going ahead and posting (Im usually a *follow the vibe* kinda guy) My writing style is pretty developed now and I think it really shines through with this one. Especially because of how many of my OC's are featured here.

Summary-

Life is peaceful for Dahlia Fairburn, running with her War Band, and commanding the Spring Court armies. Since the day she could wield a sword, she's been helping her father, along with her younger brother, to restore Spring to its former glory. Trying to ignore the festering magic in her body, that threatens to consume her.

One day, all that peace is threatened to be shaken, as a certain prince of Night asks for her to join the rebellion of the Hewn City and Illyria. From beneath the great mountains, an ancient song calls for her. She meets a woman with death in her eyes, and power in her veins, who makes Dahlia's blood boil while something clicks into place between them.

This new generation of Prythian was thought to be one of peace and prosperity. But the mask of the reigning High Lords begin to crumble, as secrets older than Prythian itself are uncovered, and darkness is unleashed.

An ACOTAR next generation fanfiction

How Nesta Archeron Learned To Trap A Beast

I never thought in a million years this would get nearly the amount of attention that it did, but it is now my most popular fic to date. I started writing it because of a poll @kateprincessofbluewhales did about who would take Nesta on a camping trip instead of the Hike from Hell. And an anon suggested Tamlin. I was like "lol that would be so funny" and now it has over 225 kudos and 130 subscriptions

Summary-

When given the choice of being locked up in the House of Wind with the male she despises, or returning to the Human Lands where she will no doubt face certain death. Nesta Archeron takes her chances and decides to return to the Mortal World. However, she is going on her own. After catching a ship and landing herself in Summer, Nesta makes her way through the Spring Lands with one goal in mind, make it to her old home alive without being trapped by any other beastly Faeries.

Little did she know she might be the one catching the beastly Faery.

Crippled by memories and loneliness weighing down on him, Tamlin is near the verge of ending it all. His home is in ruins, his only company the dripping in the corner of the room and sometimes the singing of birds. As his thoughts spin him in circles Tamlin doesn't think life will ever be better than this. Then someone with silver eyes and bad attitude sets foot in his lands.

And well.... Tamlin had never been taught to not poke sleeping bears.

A Court of Song and Desolation

This fic was born from the vibes it has. I was up at 2am on a random Monday night with work the next day, and my writing group sent through a prompt for us to write about. I was struggling with what to write, and then as I was typing something about a beast in a cage, the idea came to make it about Tamlin. Yada yada yada, I turned it into an angsty Tamcien oneshot, and decided "well if anyone wants more (which I doubt they will) Ill make another chapter" Then someone commented they want more and I was sent down the pipeline of hyperfixation. And here we are!

Summary-

She had eyes like starlight and a grin that could outshine the moon, "We'll rule the world."

"What if we fail?"

"Then we'll burn it all down."

In hindsight maybe it could only have ever ended like this. Making a man who was never made to rule, High lord. This was all inevitable.

With his Court in ruins and everyone gone, Tamlin lives amongst the broken pieces of his Court and has no intentions of changing that. Lucien, however, will not stand to leave his oldest friend alone.

When Lucien takes Tamlin back to the human lands, they discover a darkness coming for Prythian. If something does not stop it, it will completely rewrite the way Faeries and humans alike live as they know it

[keepmeinmind-01]

Hello! So interested in exchange student AU and the dogs, but I HAVE to ask about plug in baby because that is giving me a weird image in my head.

thank you so much for asking @tina-mairin-goldstein :D

I'll go through them! I did a little too much writing last week and haven't managed much at all this week. No idea whether I need to rest and recharge or just get a bit more inspired LOL. But I can share some snippets—I write in chunks in the first draft stage so they're a bit everywhere, and these bits might not even make it into the final :')

Exchange Student AU

This is actually the prompt you gave me about a little Newt seeing Theseus and Percy together and being his accepting self!

A Second Person? Visiting the Scamander household?  Well—Second Person wasn’t trailing in. He seemed very confident and self-contained. In fact, Newt has always thought Theseus was exactly like that; but next to this shorter, dark-haired stranger, Theseus suddenly looked coltish and far too smiley. Newt clicked through the settings and accidentally zoomed in far too much on the stranger’s expensive-looking scarf.  Why does he want to spend time with Theseus? Newt mused, as most seven-year-olds with older siblings sometimes do: sure that his brother could hang the moon and stars if he tried, but chagrined by the pure bossiness their relationship seemed to entail enduring. 

Thesival Dogs

It's a one-shot (with several chapters LOL, I don't know if that stops it being a one-shot anymore). I started drafting this in a frenzy over four days because I felt bad about how kmim Theseus never really finds a partner he's comfortable with again. Losing those feelings of intimacy and trust forever hurt me. So, it's set sometime after the end of the election in kmim and kind of diverges from the rest of the outline I have planned for that long story. Theseus and Percival get into a sort of casual-sort of not relationship complicated by their respective traumas. When Percival accidentally triggers Theseus while they're working on a case together, they have to get through it and figure out how to re-negotiate the physical stuff. It goes well—well enough that Theseus accidentally summons his Patronus (a borzoi). But after Percival summons his (a German Shepherd) too, as a joke, the dogs stick around, so they spend the next day figuring out how to make them dispel and thinking about their relationship.

Nearer the start:

Each like a damning indictment—because of him, it could never be long term. Because it’s you, Theseus imagined, because it’s you, and it’s me, they could tangle their broken bodies together, but they couldn’t fix them.

Nearer the middle:

"Tell me how you imagined it," Percival demanded, voice roughening.  "I, ah..." Theseus faltered, uncharacteristically flustered by the heat kindling behind Percival's eyes. Get it together, Scamander. “Mmh?” “Er…” Theseus racked his brains, but it’d been weeks since he’d had a vaguely sexy thought. I thought it’d be nice seemed like a mood killer for someone as skilled in talking filth as Graves. And I love you was all of the steps too far. “You…hmm. You would…um. Or maybe I...or maybe not.”

Plug in Baby

This is named for a song by the band "Muse", because I always end up doing song lyric titles. I do have four other songs that fit wayyy better with the themes, plot points, etc, but even though Muse said they forgot what the song was about because they were high (LOL), there's something particularly good about this as a title imo. This is my dark!thesleta fic, where Leta joins Grindelwald at a rally and Theseus follows her. It's set in a world where Grindelwald and Dumbledore are much more organised and there are very partisan 'sides'. Theseus is less certain, trying to convince her to leave, but when something happens that makes him fall apart, Grindelwald has enough and brainwashes/reconditions him using a mixture of drugs and magic. The 'character is turned into a weapon against the ones they love' trope, basically. It goes downhill from there, and involves Newt, Tina, Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, focusing mostly on Theseus, Leta, and Newt. The ending is a bit bittersweet, but I'd say positive, given what happens. I'm curious what the image in your head was! Hopefully, no actual babies? XD

I have no big chunks of text for this one. Even though it's all planned in detail, it's being written in spotty chunks, so here are a few lines I've jotted down:

"You're getting better at this," Gellert said, removing the needle. His voice was approving, almost fond. "Hardly even a flinch anymore." How much did he require tonight? Surely his tolerance was not increasing this quickly.

Power still crackled through his veins like lightning seeking ground. He felt half-feral, drunk on destruction. Unstoppable.

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

tag game~

tagged by the amazing @coquelicoq to list 5 topics i can talk on for an hour without preparing any material! thanksss <3 <3

this is honestly a really difficult one for me cos as much as i love to ramble, the prospect of having to do a talk for an hour about anything would a) make me INCREDIBLY anxious and 2) i would promptly forget everything i know about said subject literally the second i have to do the talk pfft.... wait... the prompt doesnt say i have to do the talk in front of people so hmm... maybe i'd be ok lol

anyway topics time lol (these aren't really in any order btw just writing them as i think of them)!

art history ofc... i could equally talk as much about art i love as much as art i HATE lol (duchamp's goddamn toilet fountain you're going fucking DOWN bitch)... can't promise my hour speech won't just be a list of fun art-y facts lol (like uh in medieval paintings that used gold leaf, artists would put down this red gesso/glue like mixture (called something like boll?) because the red gave the gold a warmer glow than just sticking it onto the plain wooden panel lol) or that it won't be me massively misremembering parts of my degree pfft...

history of the british monarchy lol! ok so i may not currently like the monarchy, but i am a MASSIVE fan of the history of the royals lol... especially the tudor era! a lot of my talk would be me trying to remember the order of the monarchs from william the conqueror until now (which would mean me singing the horrible histories monarchy song lol sorry not sorry)... i would also spend the time being like 'yeh so this one had allegations of being gay, as did this one, and THIS one had several male favourites who he was definitely in relationships with' lol

kpop lol... not really sure what i would talk about? maybe specific groups (exo would be in contention for sure, they have a very interesting history tbh), or just the wider cultural phenomenon and history of kpop? or just like talk about niche kpop groups that basically no one remembers pfft (like that group that jackie chan made lol! already mentioned it on my kpop haveyouheard blog but people in the notes were like 'wait jackie chan did WHAT???' lol...) like i definitely don't know a lot of stuff, but i know more than the average joe so like... it might be fun idk??

queer films lol... i'd also say films in general, but i definitely feel like i have more niche and interesting knowledge specifically of queer films so.... i DEFINITELY could talk for well over an hour about that lol! this would also definitely include me complaining about films like call me by your name and blue is the warmest colour lol... (i actually was speaking to myself the other day about both films and how perceptions of both have changed SO much over the years since they came out lol...) but i'd mainly want to talk about the amazing queer films i've watched over the years!!... i'd also throw in some talk of asian queer media here since i've been watching it for literally 6 or so years at this point lol...

back to history, this time ancient egypt! returning to my childhood roots with this one lol i know a lot of random things about ancient egypt that i could potentially string into an hour long talk? actually recently went to an exhibition at the place where they film downton abbey (it's not called that btw lol) where it had a whole thing about the discovery of tutankhamun's tomb in 1922 which had a lot of interesting info tbh! dont come to this talk if u dont want to hear me talk about all the incest that went on in ancient egyptian royalty pfft... (like...historians believe that tut's mother was also his aunt, and his sister was also his wife, which kinda explain why none of their children survived... royals of all eras really were like 'we have to intermarry to keep the bloodline pure' and it's like (breaking bad bald guy meme) jesse NO that's what's KILLING you!!!!!!!!!!)

for most of these i'd basically say something and then immediately be like 'don't fact check me on that though' because chances are i remembered the thing wrong pfft...

tagging (no pressure to do it ofc!): @abnerkrill @asoftspotforangels @sylvasa @dollopheadsandclotpoles @zelvuska @micamicster & whoever else wants to do it!!

[tameimpala222]

Do you think Satellite is about Taylor ??

Definitely!

“You got a new life / Am I bothering you? / Do you wanna talk?”

I interpret this as him saying that she’s currently occupied in another relationship but he senses something is wrong and he wants to prompt her to talk.

“We share the last line / Then we drink the wall / 'Til we wanna talk”

So it seems like they hang out occasionally and they both need to get intoxicated before they can actually say what’s on their mind.

Both Taylor and Harry have mentioned that both of them struggle with communication issues in a lot of other songs about each other, so this is totally on brand for them to only speak their mind after getting drunk/high.

“I go 'round and 'round / Satellite”

So he’s either saying he’s beating around the bush to ask her something, or that he’s hovering around her concerned like a satellite to their world/planet.

Fun fact! The ‘Round and round’ line was also used in Taylor’s Style - “but I watch us go round and round each time”. And this song is definitely about Harry. So it’s possible that he’s referencing that line in Style.

“Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in / I can see you're lonely down there / Don't you know that I am right here?”

He’s saying that he’s waiting on the ‘outside’ hoping that she’ll finally lower her walls/boundaries and let him in. He’s also saying that he knows she’s lonely and that he can be someone to take away the loneliness.

“I'm in an L.A. mood / I don't wanna talk to you / She said, "Give me a day or two"

I read this as them still having communication issues, but this time it hints that she is willing to work on their friendship(?) by saying she needs some time off first before contacting him again (meaning their bond is progressing — there is hope after all).

“Right here, right here / Spinning out, waiting for ya / I'm here, right here / Wishing I could be there for ya”

This is the climax of the song, with the drop beat. This is him quite literally emphasizing that he “really wishes to be there for her!”

————

So anyway, what I got from this song that is it about a past relationship because he mentions a ‘she’ in the lyrics, and they still talk sometimes and see/hang out with each other but she still keeps him at a distance (that he’s wishing to get closer).

I can’t think of another public relationship that he has had that fits the bill for this song (not Olivia, not Kendall, not Camille). It’s possible that it *could* be about a private relationship but knowing Harry’s fans, he’d never be able to hide a relationship that long without people finding out. One night stands or hookups doesn’t count because the communication issues seems to be of a proper ‘relationship’ problem and not a fling (who needs to communicate in a fling anyway? Lol)

Also, he has written songs about Taylor even during the Fine Line era (see “Him”), so it’s not a stretch to say that he has songs about her in Harry’s House. And Taylor definitely still writes about him. In her latest song “Question…?”, she hints that they still have unfinished business.

The dots, I have connected it!

[cir-papi-di4bl0]

Speed Dating Storytime...

So, I downloaded this app the other day to find some kink events for a group calendar I help manage. I found this event for Virtual Poly Speed Dating, and didn't really know what to expect, but I was curious. I've never even been to ANY speed dating event, really... virtual or physical. 😳

Anywho, the event came and went. There were like about 30 individual screens, some couples, some solo pplz. It was interesting since I seemed one of maybe a handFull of Enbies present. (If i'm BEing totally G about it, maybe there were 3 of us, judging by intros.) Also, can't help but notice I never crossed paths with the 4 other melanated people in attendance. Mind you, there was like 5 of us, and none of the times we shuffled rooms did I run into them. Sadness since I saw one of them (We'll call her Susie) on the app's RSVP list, and she seemed pretty dope.

To My surprise, Susie actually ended up messaging Me after the event, and expressing similar sadness for not being able to sit in company with Me during any of the shuffles. HA! 😅 We love a little synchronicity with our awkward-ass, preliminary speed dating experiences, right?! Thanks for that sprinkle of hope and irony, Universe. ✨ Well played.

Outside of that, the experience was koo, but the crowd wasn't My flavor. Many seemed to InJoy My dark humor, and Goth Boi presentation, but some (like Azzholes) talked over Me, and even grilled Me on My pronouns, making thing extremely awkward. All pale, all males, all cis. Even with that, ya Dude still handled it graceFully, redirecting the ignorance, and returning to the conversation prompts. While there were some there that were familiar with Gender Non-Conformity, and even some kinky F/folx, I just didn't feel it for Me in that space. Ugh. It would be koo though if some of them hit Me up and we walked away as new friends. Especially that other Rope Top I sat in space with. They were pretty hilarious.

In summary, ugh... I'm still working out how I feel about dating in general, and it's not that I'm not connected, (Queer Platonic local partner and LD Life Partner). Happy with them, I've just been feeling like I need to explore connection a bit differently outside of those relationships. (Did I mention I'm a bit of a comet at times?) And since I've been InJoying a brand new outlook on relationships and what healthy connection actually is for Me, I need to be able to apply this knowledge so.............. dating.

yay. 😶

In other news, Susie and I may be connecting soon to "see where we fit" with each other. Interesting how we both felt something from the other, in such a small window of exposure, right? The transmission of vibes, even virtually/remotely cannot be underestimated, yo. I've been called to do new things and step out of comfort zones and this experience definitely feels like it. Is this what the Ancestors were hinting when that "Song of the Wild" card nudged Me this morning?

In other news, at least I know a couple of swinging, Reiki-practicing, former attorneys in Florida, who live at a nudist resort, and say I'm always welcum. 😅🤣👀 LOL!

Ah... What is life if not hilarious?