#otp: desperate virgins

[thegrandlinesimp]

Hi guys, got a fair bit to put down here but I’m doing this on the app so I can’t put anything under a cut. Since it is a lot, I will have a TLDR at the end as a summery.

This has been a long time coming, I’ve desperately wanted to put it off, but I feel now is a good a time as any. I won’t be taking requests anymore; I feel I write better when it is for myself instead of forcing out stuff for an idea/scenario I hadn’t even thought about before.

Instead, I will be doing the following events, most of which will pertain to my otp – KidKiller – but also to my OC’s as I really want to write about them.

So, schedule wise, here’s how things are going to go, keep in mind I only really have the time and energy to post on Sundays (Australia time):

First will be Bottom Eustass Kid week (because sub!Kid has always hit different than dom for me), with the following prompts, done first because I have until the end of June to get a guaranteed reblog, most of these will be opportunities to upload the last of my kinktober stuff from last year:

Day 1 & 3 Bondage & ‘S&M’ by Rihanna

Day 2 & 6 Praise Kink & Overstimulation

Skipping day 4 cause I’m already writing a whole ass 7 chapter story for A/B/O with Omega!Kid x Alpha!Killer, so be on the lookout for that!

Day 5 Aftercare

Skipping day 7 cause nothings really speaking to me

Day 8 Free (It’s a surprise!)

After this I plan on doing a row for the One Piece Bingo card I got, again all KidKiller, with no set time for guaranteed reblog as far as I know:

Blanket Fort

Mask

Free Space (same as Day 8 on last list)

Marriage

Fireflies

Lastly will be Mayternity, this has no set time, this will be the entire bingo card and written with Katakuri and his wife Lee (OC) of whom I got the commission done for and posted earlier this week.

I will work on these while doing other writings, either for other OC’s, the retelling of One Piece from the perspective of Kid and Killer (with A/B/O), or some x reader series I want to do. Most of the last will be kink, with some having several versions (afab, amab, one person is virgin, other person is in other version, those kinds of differences).

This has taken up a page of a word document, so here’s the summery/TLDR:

Not taking any more requests

Doing a buncha gay stuff (KidKiller)

Wanna write more about my OC’s

Will still do x reader stuff, just when I want to and with my own prompts/scenarios

Wanna do x reader series pertaining to my fave kinks, afab and amab and other differences will be written separately

[psapphic95]

Will you do 35 and 36 from the OTP ask post?

36.  Asks about your OTP: What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Hey! I just answered Q.35 below so I’ll just respond to the second one! 

It’d probably be easiest to split this into ‘what is their favorite place to kiss the other?’ in a sexual and non-sexual context.

In a non-sexual way, Regina loves coming up behind Emma and kissing her on the side of her head. They have a slight height difference (Regina is quite tall in this universe, and taller than Emma) which means that the side of Emma’s head is the first place her lips reach when she cuddles up behind Emma. She also likes the fact that Emma will always sort of flinch or tense up for a moment when Regina sneaks up and wraps her arms around her, but will soften and completely relax once Mommy gives her a kiss and Emma remembers who is wrapped around her. 

In turn, Emma likes kissing Regina on her cheek. It makes her feel all cute, like she’s some little virgin testing the waters. Especially when Emma is about to leave to go somewhere and Regina asks, ‘where’s my kiss?’ Emma gives her a little chaste peck on the cheek and scampers off before Regina can grab her and give her a proper kiss on the mouth. Also, she knows Regina thinks it’s so sweet and innocent, which is a trait of Emma’s that she adores so very much. 

Sexually, then, Emma’s favourite place to kiss is Regina’s tummy. It often starts off in a non-sexual way, maybe Emma is lying her head on Mommy’s stomach whilst they’re relaxing in bed. When the younger girl gets cold sometimes, she’ll crawl under the covers and situate herself between Regina’s legs to steal the body heat from her thighs and legs. Gradually, she inches Regina’s top up so that her soft tummy is exposed, and she lays her cheek back down on it. Realistically, she’s never able to stop herself for long, and Regina can count down the seconds until she feels tentative lips giving tender little kisses around her navel. It quickly turns into soft sucking, Emma marking Regina with hickeys all over her tummy. Of course, it turns Regina into a soppy mess between her legs and her hand finds Emma’s hair, grabbing at the roots and forcing her head lower with the instruction spoken between her moans. 

“Eat Mommy’s pussy, munchkin.” 

However, Regina knows that kissing Emma’s neck is a foolproof way to make her all desperate and whiny. Emma’s neck is one of her most erogenous zones, Regina likes to spend her time licking, biting, and sucking all over the sensitive skin there, marking Emma as ‘Property of Regina L Mills.’ Since we know Regina likes sneaking up on her baby, sometimes when they’re both undressing in their room at the end of the day, she’ll grab Emma from behind. Stroking the hair off Emma’s neck with one hand, tickling her fingers softly over the girl’s cotton panties with the other. Emma’s always surprised by the sudden attack though she knows she should be used to it by now, but when those plump, soft lips begin pressing wet kisses on the side of her neck, all she can do is whimper,

“Mommy, please…”

[shade-without-color]

Welcome to the world

Note: This one is inspired by all the news of people around me who are expecting and a fic which I have been reading lately. IDK why I quite like it!

The past few weeks has been a slow drawl, with Drago trying his damnedest to comfort his wife’s discomfort either with soft kisses in the nape or maybe telling a funny story of the time with Auberon. And Cecily either fell into a deep sleep or perhaps she will kick him by the shins playfully.

However it took a peculiar turn, as she mumbled to Drago over a heavy pain around her back.  “My sweet..my sweet…”  Drago blearily look the bed to find brownish mucus staining the bed.  Tears streaking her face, as she tug her nails to his shoulder. Drago swallowed slightly as the seen her face wretched in pain.

“The child is coming?”

Cecily nodded weakly. “Is it true, is it due…”

“Yes my love…”

Drago kissed her forehead quietly and quickly he stirred up to call one of the dozing servants.  The young man with innocent eyes stared at his cold faced master.

“The lady is in labour….”

Drago tried to rub away the sweat from his palms and calmly looked at him “Call the midwife that Apollonia sent over and ladies in waiting…”The servant boy quickly bowed and ran down the stairs to call those below. Meanwhile he hears sobs from the distance which she knew that the process of childbirth would be an ordeal. He quickly light a candle to a kind saint, and prayed for a smooth ordeal.

True Drago may forget certain rituals but he knew that morality held him like a hollow crown. He came back to Cecily and kissed her gently by the forehead “How are you doing my love…” He kept rubbing her hand back and forth.

Cecily smiled quietly “I never expect our child to come quickly…” She blearily gestured him to get some diluted wine which she gulped quietly. “It must take on your stubborn nature…” Drago gripped her gently and let her walk slightly . What he admit is Cecily’s grit as she looked over the gardens. He recalled happy last days as a couple where Cecily would look at the garden and rubbed her belly, thinking of the happiness that child would bring.

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“Do not worry, love, you are strong. And that child will be…” He offer a gentle kiss by the lips. He could taste the salt of her tears, tears of agony and pain. He prayed that saint would watch the couple and the child. Meanwhile he could only soothe her by small rubs and kisses around the areas of pain.

Before long, candlelight illuminated the couple. an older lady curtsey the couple “Master Drago…are you sure to witness a fight between child and mother.”

“I am…”

Drago quietly repressed the trembling in his hands. He knew of his mother’s death was caused by childbirth, along with unfortunate witnesses which he blankly watched daughters of chosen Nine. “We pray that my wife will have a smooth delivery under your care.”

“We will…”

One of the younger ladies placed a smaller bowl on the table, and proceed to dampen her forehead. Quietly the older lady lifted the hem of Cecily’s chemise to find a tuft of auburn hair peeking out.

“That is a good sign…”

Drago’s eyes widened with pity. “What sign, please enlightened me madam…”

“The child is crowning” The old lady carefully traced the gap . Quickly she called one of the young girls to give her something to drink. Her voice soothes Cecily’s ears, as she coaxed her to spread her legs. “Lady Cecily, I need you to close your eyes and push the child out at my count….”

Drago extended her arm and kiss her hand gently. Cecily closed her eyes and heaved a deep breath. For she knew it will be a long and arduous night, with screams of agony and pants. The younger ladies back and forth trying to wipe her brow and giving a drink to her.

She thank the gods and saints above that Drago was at her side, comforting her along the way. His eyes looking over anxiously at the child’s eyes staring at the big and beautiful world.

Before long, a solitary cry echoed the room. And the chaos seems to be stilled.

Later that evening the older lady, all bloodied gave a small smile to the couple, with Cecily panting for breath and Drago looking anxiously at the baby who is squirming around with the younger girl. “That child is beautiful…”, as one of the younger girls grabbed some sheets to clean the babe “A beautiful girl and she has her face of her mother Master…”

A girl.

Quickly one of the young ladies use a small knife and cut the cord that bound mother and daughter. Tears welled in their eyes. And Drago kissed Cecily’s forehead gently over this miracle.

“Master, bring your daughter to her mother, she need her first milk…” Indeed the saints do hear his prayer,  as he quickly got up and took the baby into his arms. And indeed she is beautiful, for she retained the auburn hair like her father, and her kind eyes like her mother. He was quiet at that moment before he passed it to Cecily hushing to her baby.

Her smile is weak but full with love over the sight of their new child. “I thank the angels for you to bring our daughter to the world…”  Drago muttered quietly before kissing her by the lips.

“I love you too…” Cecily smiled happily “To have your child is indeed a blessing from all above.” Exhausted, Cecily tried to take off her chemise, to bear breast for her daughter. Drago gently held his daughter. For that moment they can enjoy that still moment before they could name their child.

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Next day, as followed Cecily is promptly cleaned up by servants, and Drago carrying his daughter gently. He looked over the statute and quietly thank the saint for a smooth delivery. Soon a name planted into his tongue and quickly he ran over to Cecily’s chambers.

“You know that our daughter cannot be nameless” As usual Cecily’s wit never dry out. ‘I was thinking of naming her Lavina, since we are fascinated by her life story from The Lands of Aqua Viate.”

Drago smiled happily “Wilful Lavina sounds nice, if we allowed the tradition from the Stands, the child will have 2 names,  chosen by father and mother separately. I was thinking of naming her after St Pia as I prayed for a smooth delivery.”

“Pia has a lovely ring…”

Cecily paused a little, thinking over the name. A heavy choice in her heart. And she smiled

“Gwenore, there is a great aunt we like and a feisty name to fit for our daughter”

Drago pondered quietly, which he found some difficulty with the tongue but it has a lovely ring “Unusual but I will gladly take her name…” Quickly he saw Catharina bowing down to her “Write to Lady Apollonia about her niece..” And before long Cecily have a warm smile “hell my darling Lavina.” She kissed her by the forehead. “You made us all happy…”

Soon that family of three enjoyed a quite moment together. A moment which last forever where everything comes in full circle.

[yandere-dhmis-mania]

I just saw that you wrote non-con and I just thought “aw man fuck now I wanna see my otp but Yandere+Noncon”

Can you please write like.. a lil Yandere!Coffin x Briefcase with kidnapping that results in Briefcase getting non-conned by Coffin <3? Thxs <3

omg yay my first request!! I was super happy to write this! especially for Halloween!

they are still objects in this but I'm gonna use my own made up names for the two of them to make it more easy!

Briefcase is Brian and Coffin is Carl, now hope you enjoy!!

Carl had his eyes on that little briefcase for awhile, the man's optimism was definitely very contagious, that bright smile and tone of voice. He just couldn't get enough of it. When the two of them talked Carl felt a tingling sensation to pin the other object down and make him moan out his name.

Though he always had a calm tone of voice, he still had intense emotions and especially that of jealousy when the object of his desires talked to others and that those other useless objects even thought they had the right to look at something that belonged to him and only him.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore, his lust grew and his need to own every part of his precious little briefcase, it was just far too much.

So one day after a late night of work, Carl followed his lover from the behind, and used a rag of chloroform to cover his face and he grinned in a lovesick manner as his precious baby fell unconcious in his arms.

He took him back to his rightful home, carrying him to his bedroom and tying him up to the bedposts. Carl couldn't believe that this was really happening. He was shaking with excitement as his hands went to pull down the pants of his little Brian, seeing his cute limp cock made his own cock twitch in total arousal.

"You're mine...finally only mine..." He mumbled to himself with a perverted grin that widened at the sight of his darling waking up. He decided to properly wake him up with a little surprise, his cock twitching in arousal and he pushed himself inside of his lover.

"So tight..." He moaned in pleasure and his lover did fully wake up with a groan of pain as he started to cry. "C-Carl?" Confusion was written all over his darling's face, that puzzled yet pained expression made his cock twitch with even more arousal.

"Shhh baby, shhh, we're finally together~ No one is gonna take you away from me now." Carl said as his thrusting became faster and he made sure to reach as deep as he possibly could. "I love you! God I love you so much! We are never ever gonna be apart!" His calm tone was far gone and he sounded just truly unhinged with the pleasure and also happiness he felt course through him.

This was his first time, so he felt special to loose it with his darling. His dearest boy was so tight as well, there was no way he wasn't also a virgin, well was. Now they had lost their purities to eachother, how romantic that truly was.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear the desperate cries and pleads of the little briefcase, they were all so far away from him. He was only brought back to reality once he reached his climax and cummed deep inside of his darling with a loud moan full of pleasure.

"Goodness..." He panted heavily and smiled down on the love of his life who was still crying heavily. He chuckled and lovingly caressed his soulmate's face. "You're so beautiful~ I love you so much~" He said and felt his cock twitch in pleasure again.

"I hope you're ready for more, my precious little briefcase~" He chuckled and started moving again, the only sounds that left the room from then on out were pleasured moans of a psychopath and cries of a poor briefcase who had caught his eye.

[malcolmbrights-a]

@leiaskywclker @pretendsweetly

[saracensmatt]

Ships Meme ♡ A Ship Where One Half is Dead → Jane Villanueva and Michael Cordero, Jr.  (Jane the Virgin)

“It’s you. It’s always been you.”

[flowerbloom-arts]

@official-yumikus-guide

The Snork, a lad who uses 4-chan but masks it behind the use of reddit, the man who doesn't only do science; but loves it, craves it, if science was a person he would be desperate for them. Let's go.

How I feel about this character: People say he's annoying or a jerk but Imma be honest, I love this guy, this lad may be the definition of a virgin (meme) but his commitment and trial and error to build his flying ship is something I respect (especially since it gave the 90s anime a sense of plot and progression, sort of?). Snork (in the books) is someone I relate in the sense he acts like me when I'm doing a group project in something I actually care about because I'm a particular little B and get super annoyed when people go off course and don't do something right, which makes now that I think about it might make him autistic- which is always cool. I like Snork, he has braincells, he's like Hodgkins if he had his general coolness taken away haha.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: SCIENCE! Seriously this hippo fursona with glasses made his sister sleep with another family for a whole winter so he can work on his science. But in all seriousness I headcanon him as someone on the aro/ace spectrum, so-

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Snorkmaiden, Hodgkins, and mayyyyybe Sniff? Maybe. Also, not an OTP but his relationship with Inspector is interesting and always stood out to me in a weird way, Snork trusts Inspector (and I think that trust is mutual) but Inspector seems to know Snork is smart, just not smart enough to not have "not knowing matches go out in the rain" off the table.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Snork isn't an annoying jerk, like sure Snork can be stuck in his own bubble at times and push Snorkmaiden and her friends away and get annoyed at them but he wasn't nearly the jerk I thought he'd be in comet in Moominland, and in the 90s anime even less so. Or maybe that's my hyperactive empathy talking I dunno.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish there was some connection between Snork and Hodgkins in canon, and I'm not talking about relationship-wise, I mean someone (or the story itself) making the connection between them, like, the 90s anime writers put Snorkmaiden in the group of kids who are listening to Moominpappa's story based on the very weak connection of her being like Moominmamma, why not make the connection of Snork and Fredrickson? Have him be amazed at the fact that Fredrickson managed to achieve the one thing he really wanted to build, heck, since the whole flying ship subplot is on-going, he could've made a mention in a later episode and not have the story of Memoirs almost entirely disconnected from the rest of the canon unlike the books! Just- just something between them!

Anyway, that's it!

OG ask post

[writteninsunshine]

Death Is A Beginning Not An End Chp 001/025 - Jerry Dandridge/Ed Lee - SFW

Title: Death Is A Beginning Not An End

Author: Reno

Fandom: Fright Night

Setting: Various

Pairing: Jerry Dandridge/”Evil” Ed Lee (Main), Charley Brewster/Amy Peterson, Past Mark/”Evil” Ed Lee, Charley Brewster/Peter Vincent/”Evil” Ed Lee

Characters: Jerry Dandridge, “Evil” Ed Lee, Charley Brewster, Peter Vincent, Mark, Amy Peterson, Jane Brewster, Adam, Ben, OC: Heather Charles

Genre: Romance/Adventure/Hurt/Comfort/Angst/Drama

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/25

Word Count: 2379

Type Of Work: Chapter Fic

Status: Incomplete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, AU - Soulmates, AU - Canon Divergent, Vampire Typical Violence, Omega Ed Lee, Alpha Jerry Dandridge, Alpha Peter Vincent, Alpha Charley Brewster, Violence, Gore, Character Death, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Virgin Ed Lee, Vaginal Sex, Threesomes, Pack Mating, A/B/O Dynamics, Vampire Turning, Vampires Feeding, Underage, Charley and Ed are 17

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Heather.

Summary: "Every time I find you, I turn you. I won't make that mistake again."

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunnywritings, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: https://discord.gg/FyaWw25

So, there are absolutely no stories for my OTP for this fandom, so I have to feed myself content. Hopefully, someone will see it and also want to spread the love for these two. At any rate, I hope you guys enjoy this fic, it’ll be kind of long. I have no idea how long, but I hope that I can do them justice.

Fright Night Fic Masterlist

Chapter One: Bright Lights 

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It had been weeks since the last time he’d heard from Charley, and Ed was starting to get offended. How could his best friend just up and abandon him like this for the popular guys? Mark and Ben were assholes, the worst kind, gaping, infected, disgusting. Ed couldn’t fathom hanging out with the two stoners, but he figured Charley saw something in them because he spent all his time with them and Amy.

Still, Ed was feeling left out. Charley had been so close to him and Adam, and now it was just radio static on his end. He’d decided that after school, he would try to go see if he could get a hold of Charley by going to his house. His parents had needed him at home, however, so he’d gone home to handle his chores and the family trip to Pizza Hut. After his room was clean, the garbage was on the curb, and his belly was full, the sun was already starting to set. Regardless, he was going to see Charley even if it killed him.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have had that thought.

As he walked, he listened to a playlist on his iPod that would hopefully give him the confidence to confront his friend. When he saw Charley’s house up the street, he pulled his headphones out and started to cross over the neighbor’s lawn, jogging lightly.

“Hey!” A rather muscular man snapped at him, standing in the shadow of his house, “Don’t run on my lawn!” The Alpha barked, using the tone he knew would make the Omega listen. Ed paused, staring at him for a moment, just standing on his lawn with wide eyes, not unlike a deer in the headlights.

“What did I just say,” His statement wasn’t a question, but a barked order, and he narrowed his eyes as he crossed his lawn with all the power and grace of a tiger stalking its prey, “Move, Omega.” He growled, finally close enough to touch the teen before him. He’d smelled the Omega on him from far away, but suddenly he was hit with a strong, desperate need to be close. It made him take pause, blinking a little.

He was the one. The one he’d been searching for.

Taking Ed by his armpits, he lifted him up like he weighed nothing and strolled to the sidewalk, placing him down gently on the concrete. Ed continued to stare up at him, somehow feeling safe with the glaring Alpha. It was strange, he didn’t know what was happening to him. Most Alphas made him feel flighty and skittish when they were older, and now he felt like he’d die if he left his presence.

“Stay off my lawn, okay?” The man’s voice was softer, now, a purr threatening to underline his words. “I’m Jerry, by the way.”

“Ed.” Finally, he found his voice, nodding a little, “I… Y-yeah, I’ll stay off it.” 

Ed couldn’t believe how strange he felt right now, drawn to this stranger like he’d known him his entire life.

“Nice to meet you, Ed.” It was hard not to call him something else, any pet name he could. ‘Precious’ came to mind and he had to shake his head to relieve himself of the thought. “Now, get.” He patted the Omega’s back, giving him a little push in the direction he’d been going.

“Yeah.” Ed nodded, still lost in the fog of being near Jerry. He started walking, hesitant to leave, towards Charley’s house, looking over his shoulder as Jerry started for his front door. “Fuck.” He muttered, rubbing at his hip a little as he took the steps to the door at a jog. Knocking on the door, he waited for a minute or so before ringing the doorbell. It hit him as he rang that he didn’t remember walking to the door.

Jane answered after another ring, and Ed smiled at her. Her return smile was tight, almost sad.

“Hey, Ed.” She offered lamely, “Looking for Charley?”

“Yeah, I, uh, I need to talk to him about something.” Nervousness and an odd sense of despair filled him and he closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, “Is he home?”

Jane visibly tried to sort out an answer and Ed knew that meant he was home but had asked not to speak to him. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Nevermind.” 

“No, no.” She sighed, unable to handle the sadness tinging his scent, “ He’s home, upstairs in his room. I don’t know if he’s asleep already or not.” She told him, stepping aside and opening the door up for him. “Come on in.”

With a nod, Ed entered the house, hands in his pockets to keep from fidgeting with them. 

“Thanks.” He smiled, though it was saddened, anxious, it didn’t meet his eyes.

“It’s no trouble, just knock before you go in.” She knew her son needed his privacy sometimes, and she didn’t know what he was doing up there at the moment.

“Yeah, I will.” He almost didn’t want to. Heading up the stairs, he sighed as he came to a stop in front of the other’s room. He knocked twice before entering without waiting for an ‘okay’, afraid he would lose his nerve.

“Ed!? What the hell, man!?” Charley exclaimed, eyes wide as he put down the book he was reading for class. He laid out on his bed, one leg bent up against the mattress., but he shot up when Ed entered the room, “You’re supposed to wait before coming in!” He added, eyes narrowing. “What do you want?” It was clear Charley wasn’t impressed with him just showing up unannounced. Even his mom didn’t warn him.

“It’s not like you’re masturbating, I don’t see the problem. I need to talk to you, asshole.” Ed snarled, crossing his arms and shaking his head, “What’s the deal? You’re just going to abandon me and Adam for those dickweeds?” 

“Man, you don’t get it,” Charley sighed, shaking his head. The Alpha smelled acrid like he was pained, but Ed ignored it the best he could. “I need this.”

“You need this? Why? I don’t think Amy cares who you’re friends with! Those assholes are gonna throw you to the wolves the second you fuck up.”

“They’re…” He wanted to say ‘good friends’, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it in front of the best friend he’d ever had, “Not so bad.” That was the best he could do.

“Not so bad? Not so bad?” Ed’s voice was shrill and it was clear he didn’t like to hear that. “Mark’s been bullying me since grade school!”

“I… I know, but he’s better, now.” He wasn’t actually better, if anything, his bullying had gotten worse.

“He’s just better because you aren’t a target anymore.” Ed huffed, growling a little under his breath. “I can’t fucking believe you. You can’t ever hang out with me anymore? Not even a little bit? Come on, man, this isn’t you.”

“It’s me, now, Ed.” Charley snapped, eyes narrowing, “Grow up, move on, it’s time we both did.” 

Ed had to hold back from another growl, taking a deep, steadying breath and trying not to lose his mind over this. Charley was pissing him off something awful and he was ready to go back to the good feeling he had when he was with Jerry. His thoughts strayed to him and he couldn’t help but bite back a smile. This was no time to feel soft and mushy over a stranger he’d just met.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Charley.” He growled, finally finding his ability to speak. “I hope you rot for this, it’s not fucking fair.”

And Ed was right, it wasn’t fair, and Charley knew that. But he had to keep up appearances. Amy wouldn’t want to date a loser like he used to be. He needed to be cool, and hanging out with Mark and Ben made him cool. It wasn’t like Amy would accept him being friends with Ed and Adam. He had to move on, and he was trying so hard. It wasn’t easy, especially with the scent of despair mixing with the calming scent of rosemary and fire filling his room. Ed was clearly upset and all he wanted to do was hug the Omega standing in his doorway. Soothing him with his scent and a firm hold sounded like the best option, but he went still and glued himself to his bed instead.

“I… Yeah, maybe I am an asshole.” He conceded, shaking his head and standing up. “But you know what? This is my life, now. If you can’t accept it, then I guess you won’t accept that I’ve moved on and that’s fine. I’m not about to abandon my life for you. We can’t be doing... Whatever this is.”

“You’re such a dickweasel, you know that? When they turn on you, and they will, don’t come crying to me. I won’t take you back.” Ed snapped, finally turning on his heels and storming out of the room. It was possible, he realized, that Ed was crying. There was a salty scent in the room, now, and he felt his stomach sink. Charley wanted so badly to call him back, but he heard the front door slam and knew it was too late.

Texting Amy, he hoped she would offer him some form of solace.

[Text To: Amy, 8:07 PM] Hey, what are you up to?

[Text To: Charley Barley, 8:09 PM] Just getting ready for bed, wyd?

[Text To: Amy, 8:09 PM] Ed came over

[Text To: Amy, 8:10 PM] I feel like shit. He’s pissed.

[Text To: Charley Barley, 8:14 PM] Oh shit, u ok?

[Text To: Amy, 8:18 PM] I don’t think so. It hurts

[Text To: Charley Barley, 8:20 PM] U don’t have to leave him u kno. He’s still ur bff.

[Text To: Amy, 8:21 PM] It’s too late now, I don’t think he is anymore. He called me a dickweasel and an asshole and stormed out of my house.

[Text To: Charley Barley, 8:22 PM] It’s not 2 late, apologize.

Her words rang true. He should apologize, but he didn’t think that he could. It wasn’t like Ed was going to respond. He was too angry, now. But he thought he’d try, anyway, at least he could send him a message. He spent a solid five minutes writing and rewriting his text.

[Text To: Evil, 8:27 PM] Hey, man, look, I’m sorry, okay? I just can’t do this right now. I can’t just up and leave, they’ll kill me.You think you have it bad but they would CRUCIFY me. It’s safer having them on my side than against me. I’m sorry they hurt you, maybe I can get them to leave you alone.

At least in his presence, he could help somewhat. Maybe if he influenced Mark and Ben enough, nothing bad would happen.

Ed turned on his read receipts on his phone, leaving Charley on read so he could see how angry he was. What else did Charley expect, an acceptance letter? There was no way after what had just happened that he’d do that. Still, the text on his phone kept him up most of the night, spending time browsing the web didn’t help, either. He ended up on Peter Vincent’s website, as he did, rereading something about vampires in California. It was always interesting to read about it, even if he’d reread this story a thousand times. Maybe he should check something else.

He turned to a forum he was part of, searching for ways to talk to Charley. No one was helpful, all of them told him not to accept the apology. Somewhere deep down, he wanted to. He picked up his phone several times, writing out responses before he ended up deleting them. 

Charley didn’t sleep well that night, either, thinking about what he’d said and how he could make it up to his friend. Maybe they could hang out after school sometime if Evil would even look at him.

The next day in class was horrible, with Ed shooting him looks that told him he wanted to talk, and then glaring daggers at him. If looks could kill, Charley would be full of knives in the back. Even after class, Ed turned his back on him, stomping out of class like it was the best thing he’d ever done.

“Hey, man, you look… Shitty.” Mark commented with a raised eyebrow, leaning on Charley’s locker, “You okay?” He didn’t really care, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

“Uh, yeah. I just didn’t sleep last night.” Not well, anyway. He’d had a nightmare that Ed had died, and he didn’t really know what to do with that.

“You gonna sleep during class?” Ben asked, though he didn’t really mind either way. It wouldn’t affect him. That was what Ben always did when he couldn’t sleep at night.

“I dunno, maybe.” He had social studies next, and that meant he’d probably sleep to the teacher’s droning monotone.

“Cool, cool.” Mark brushed it off easily, “You should get some sleep, and then we’re going out after school.”

“We are?” That would throw a wrench into his plans with Ed, for sure. But maybe it would give Ed time to cool off. With any luck, he’d come to actually accept his apology if he just gave him some time.

“We are. You, me, Ben, the car, some weed.” Maybe they’d troll the mall after smoking a bit. “We could go out somewhere, get some food.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll be there.” Charley needed some time to think, and maybe the weed would help his mood.

“Alright, see you then, man.” Mark and Ben started for their next class, leaving Charley to his thoughts. He spun the dial and opened his locker, getting out his book for his social studies class. 

He worried that Ed would never accept his apology, and that cut him to the core. All he wanted was for Ed to forgive him and for things to go back to normal, but he guessed this was his new normal, now.

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AN: Alright, chapter one is in the bag! I’m really feeling this story so hopefully I can get through it without any issues. I hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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OTP Meme

Yoinked from @aelwen​.

Starting off with my Super Problematic Arturo/Olivia, will probably do the same quiz with other ships as well.

For those who are not aware: Arturo kidnapped Olivia at the end of CoNY while trying to figure out what to do with her and ended up keeping her around, and she’s blood bound to him (for non VTM fans, that’s basically a love potion). So yeah, there’s a huge power imbalance and a drug-induced Stockholm Syndrome here, and one half is a megalomaniac. There is a shitton of dubcon.

You have been warned.

DISAGREEMENTS.

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Arturo, but like, that’s not saying much. I can see him only raising his voice when he’s pushed almost to his limit and even then only to say something like “DON���T INTERRUPT” when he’s in a monologue or a “NO” to cut someone else off.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Neither of them.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

OLIVIA LOL. Arturo has known she’s been wanting out since the beginning but the blood bond kept her compliant until Qadir and her Coterie finally got their shit together and busted her out. Arturo may have gone completely apeshit trying to get her back but then once he knew the blood bond had timed out, gave it up and let her go.

Who trashes the house?

Neither of them. Toreadors do not trash their own house and Olivia too desperately wants to please Arturo to get messy even if that was her style.

Plus, you know, they have ghouls to clean up after them.

Do either of them get physical?

ngl for the first few months Olivia keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop on that, since Arturo absolutely bitchslapped Sophie at the end of CoNY, but after a while she realises he’s not typically violent and calms down.

How often do they argue/disagree?

Almost never, due to the blood bond. Olivia occasionally pushes it, but never goes too far (by Arturo’s standards). She’s too chemically wired to want to please him to full out disagree or argue.

Who is the first to apologize?

Olivia, for obvious reasons. Arturo does apologise from time to time, but rarely, and usually accompanied with an eyeroll inducing monologue pontificating about something or other. (Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, the monologue itself is not an apology.)

SEX.

(Headcanon interlude -- vampire sex is basically blood drinking, whether mutual or not, given how aroused both drinker and drinkee become. They can have “human” sex with blush of life, but it’s not nearly as satisfying without the blood drinking. So yeah keep in mind I’m not talking about human sex here, even though there might be some of that accompanying the blood drinking.)

Who is on top? Who is on bottom?

Olivia on top. Kind of hard to suck the blood from someone’s throat if you’re on the bottom.

Any kinks?

They’re vampires, what do you think?

Who has the strangest desires?

Arturo thinks he’s weird as shit for enjoying it when she cuddles up to him lmfao.

Who’s dominant in bed?

Arturo, despite positions.

Is head ever in the equation?

Nope. Although I’m sure if Arturo managed to get her back when she escaped he might’ve been relieved enough to do it.

If so, who is better at performing it?

N/A

Ever had sex in public?

He never lets her out, so no.

Although... he does have ghouls, and he treats them like he’d treat a portrait on the wall. Olivia is often mortified by the stuff she’ll do in front of them when the blood bond’s at full strength.

Who moans the most?

Definitely Arturo. It’s vampire sex, Olivia’s too busy drinking blood to make noise.

Who leaves the most marks?

Neither, they heal too quickly.

Who is the more experienced of the two?

With mortal sex it sort of balances out -- Arturo was apparently a canonical playboy when he was alive, but obviously that stopped forty years ago so that evens out there. With Olivia, she’s slept with a few people but got too wrapped up in work towards the end of her life to have a sex life.

Plus, Vampire Sex Is Different, as I’ve said a million times already, so... they’re not blushing virgins but neither of them are at a level where you can say either of them is more experienced than the other. Sure, Arturo has Panhard drinking from him too, but in my headcanon her drinking from his wrist is not sexual even by vampire standards. Olivia was the first he let bite from his neck.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

I think there’s far more emotion in it than Arturo is ever willing to admit.

How long do they usually last?

As long as Olivia can draw it out without diablerising him, lmao. He does get into the habit of keeping himself topped up for her when it gets sexual though.

In human-sex terms, well... vampires have way more stamina than humans. But again, not as satisfying, so they tend to leave that for when Arturo’s low on vitae or when he has a few hours free (which isn’t often).

Rough or soft?

Soft.  Unless Arturo’s been to visit Panhard or Adelaide. Olivia gets bitey when she’s jealous and Arturo finds it endearing.

Is protection used?

Really?

Does it ever get boring?

By mortal standards, certainly. But drinking/being drunk from by a vampire feels so good that for them, no, it never gets boring.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

Anywhere the ghouls are working. Olivia dies inside a little once the post-nut clarity kicks in. The ghouls just GTFO and don’t make eye contact for a while.

Arturo doesn’t think of them as people...

FAMILY.

Do they plan on having children/or have children?

Jesus fucking Christ my blood ran cold just READING this question. Nope nope npoe NOPE. Even if they could have children, NOOOOOOO. GOD, NO. NOOOOO. NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE

As for childer? Vampires are single parents by nature, so they’re not raising any together. If anything, Arturo is seriously considering adopting Olivia as his childe by the time she GTFO’s. 

(For non-VTM fans: I swear that is not as fucked up as it looks. “Childe” = vampire who hasn’t been a vampire for long. It’s a mentor/mentee relationship, not a parent/child relationship, despite the terminology. Vampires seem to be way more likely to have romantic/sexual entanglements with sires/childer than anyone else because of the power imbalance and how fucking dangerous it is to get involved with a vampire on your level. Why yes creatures who drink blood from humans are fucked up, what tipped you off?)

If so, how many children do they want/have?

I’m charging you for my therapy bills.

AFFECTION.

Who likes to cuddle?

Goes without saying that the blood bond makes Olivia a cuddle slut, but Arturo enjoys it way more than he is willing to admit.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Arturoooo. Those poor fucking ghouls.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?

Arturo.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

They’re vampires.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Arturo is a slut for headscritches.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

The sofas near the windows overlooking New York.

SLEEPING.

Who snores?

They’re vamps, they literally sleep like they’re dead. VTM vampires are easily mistaken for corpses unless you know what to look for, such as the fact they don’t stink and that insects and scavengers aren’t helping themselves.

My headcanon is that younger and higher humanity vampires sleep more akin to something like humans, and so younger vampires like Olivia might sometimes wake during the day (altho quickly pass out again), move in their sleep, or dream, or accidentally use blush of life. Closest she comes to snoring is by accidentally using blush of life in her sleep and therefore breathing.

If both do, who snores the loudest?

N/A

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

Sleep separately, up until the first attempt to bust Olivia out, at which point Arturo gets clingy and insists she sleeps next to him in his bed. It’s not like he’d wake up if any ghouls showed up to liberate her, but it makes him feel better.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

Cozy up.

What do they wear to bed?

Olivia is still in the habit of wearing PJs, but Arturo just wears whatever he was wearing that day.

Are either of them insomniacs?

No, it’s extremely difficult for vampires to stay awake when the sun comes up.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

Nope, they wouldn’t work.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Depends on how clingy Arturo’s feeling that night.

Who wakes up with bed hair?

Both of them.

Who wakes up first?

They both wake up around the same time.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Arturo will fucking murder any ghouls that bleed all over his bed, so neither.

What is their favourite sleeping position?

Arturo likes to cling to Olivia after the first liberation attempt.

Do they set an alarm each night?

No need.

Who has nightmares?

Olivia, due to her young age, is able to dream from time to time and therefore gets nightmares. After Arturo, she gets way more -- although that’s not because of any trauma from the Arturo incident (although she’s definitely spooked by it, the blood bond actually protected her from the trauma it would cause because of the nature of how trauma forms), but more because of the idea of oh god what if someone WORSE than him puts me under a blood bond?!

Can a television be found in their bedroom?

Arturo. Despises. Modern. Television.

Who has ridiculous dreams?

Olivia is the only one out of the two of them that dreams. For Arturo, being older and with lower humanity, it’s more akin to being put under anaesthesia.

Her dreams aren’t that ridiculous, though.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Olivia doesn’t sprawl, but she does move in her sleep so I suppose she’s closest.

Who makes the bed?

The ghouls.

What time is bed time?

Up to half an hour before dawn, depending on their mood and if they feel like just curling up and talking before they black out.

Any routines/rituals before bed?

Not really. Arturo likes to go over his schedule, have a sip from a ghoul, but that’s about it.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Arturo, if he’s dreading something that night.

WORK.

Who is the busiest?

Fucking Arturo is always running around feeding his one million ghouls and three blood bonded pets, and feeding himself to keep them under his control, and that’s not counting when he’s getting up to schemes or schmoozing in Elysium. Dude is pretty much out of the penthouse from dusk to dawn most of the week and when he’s at home actually working he’s shut up in his study.

Olivia? Bored out of her fucking mind at home binging on Netflix or books. After working 70+ hours a week when she was alive she is not used to having this much free time.

Who rakes in the highest income?

Arturo, obviously. Famous architect with a shitton of shady “associates”.

Are any of them unemployed?

Olivia.

Who takes the most sick days?

They don’t do sick days.

What are their jobs?

Arturo’s a Harpy, if that counts as a job (think vampire socialite), and also an architect.

Who sucks up to their boss?

Arturo is the boss, even if he pretends not to be at Elysium.

Olivia had to do a lot of sucking up in life. She does not miss that bit.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Arturo. He does what the fuck he wants.

Who stresses the most?

Believe it or not, Arturo. He’s got a lot of balls in the air and works hard to keep himself from dropping them. After Hope’s failed attempt at getting Olivia out, he gets even more stressed out.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

Olivia does not miss her job but also doesn’t know who she is without it, now.

Arturo enjoys his job. He’s always enjoyed it, but after being Embraced he became completely obsessed with it.

Are they financially stable?

Yep. Famous architect who designs for both kindred and kine elites? Yeah.

HOME.

Who does the washing?

The ghouls.

Who takes out the trash?

Ghouls

Who does the ironing?

Ghouuuuls.

Who does the cooking?

Nobody, they just munch on a ghoul.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

I’m not shitting you when I say that Lucas, one of the ghouls, is most likely to try and sneakily cook something on Arturo’s never-used stovetop when he’s out and accidentally fuck it up in the process.

Who is messier?

Arturo, but that’s not saying much. He tends to pick up after himself if he doesn’t have to go out of his way to do it, and there’s ghouls to do the rest.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

My headcanon is that vampires do, in fact, pee because they need to get rid of metabolic waste somehow. So that’d be Olivia.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Arturo, if it doesn’t upset the aesthetic of the room too much (fucking Toreadors). Olivia did start leaving her stuff around for the ghouls but it stressed out Arturo so she stopped.

Who forgets to flush the toilet?

Neither of them.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Arturo usually takes the subway, but if the ghouls are driving him somewhere it’s definitely Lucas who fucks up the most.

Who answers the telephone?

They don’t have a landline. Olivia doesn’t have a phone.

Who mows the lawn?

They have a penthouse.

Who does the vacuuming?

The ghouls, usually Alex.

Who does the groceries?

Nobody, although the ghouls sometimes stash stuff in the fridge Arturo keeps for the aesthetic. It doesn’t bother him as long as they keep their shit put away.

Who takes the longest to shower?

Olivia likes to shower almost every day out of habit and because the warmth is soothing.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Arturo. This is the guy who wears glasses he doesn’t need because he likes the aesthetic. No way in hell he isn’t in there for ages preening himself.

MISCELLANEOUS.

Is money a problem?

Not at all.

How many cars do they own?

Arturo almost certainly has something fancy and hipstery that he barely uses.

What’s their song?

LMFAO sorry this question made me laugh my ass off because a PERFECT song appeared in my head immediately:

 “Every Breath You Take” by the Police

but unironically, and with total awareness of the actual fucking meaning of the song.

Specifically, the cover in minor key. The really creepy one by Chase Holfeder.

(There is a reason, other than the blood bond, that Olivia hangs the fuck tight and waits for Qadir to get her out instead of making a break for it herself. And there’s a reason why she bolts to the other side of the country when the blood bond wears off. She ain’t taking any chances.)

Do they live in the city or in the country?

New York City, baby.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

Own it. It used to belong to Charlotte, Arturo’s sire. He got it when she carked it.

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Arturo’s a Toreador so I see him as having a love/hate relationship with his surroundings depending on what they are at the moment.

As for Olivia, it’s fancier than she’s used to but mostly the cabin fever drives her crazy from time to time.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Arturo gets up to all kinds of shit -- Elysium schmoozing, bossing ghouls around, doing architecture/engineering work, researching, making deals with Kaiser, feeding Adelaide and Panhard...

Olivia? Mostly Netflix binging, hanging out with the ghouls, and wishing she could go out for a fucking walk or something.

Where did they first meet?

At Elysium. Arturo was one of the people she talked to that night. She said his glasses looked good on him when he was bitching about them. He said “you bet they do.”

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

Arturo tends to make less purchases but moves more money when he does.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Neither of them, dear god.

Any mental issues?

what do you think

Arturo: I would be here all day.

Olivia: she actually winds up less traumatised than she thought she would once the blood bond wore off. The blood bond actually protected her in that way -- trauma needs fear to take root, even if it’s fear after the fact. So while she was very nervous in the first few months of captivity, once she realised Arturo wasn’t going to hurt her or anything she settled right down and isn’t scarred by that. She is scared that she’ll have to look over her shoulder for the rest of her life, she is scared he’ll try to take her back, but she’s not scared of him, if that makes sense?

But the whole “wow, anyone could do this to me and they could be a lot worse than he ended up being”? Yeah, that fucking terrifies her, so she does end up with a lot of trauma around that afterwards. Yeah, she was a captive for a while, but... she ended up very, very lucky in who her captor was, and she knows it. Arturo didn’t go out of his way to be nice to her, but he wasn’t a complete asshole either. Worse he did (dubcon, captivity and blood bond aside) was snap at her every now and then and be self-absorbed.

She actually finds it pretty hard to deal with life after captivity because... well. There’s a lot worse than Arturo out there. She’s an orphan. Kindred are pretty fucking horrible and she doesn’t have Arturo protecting her any more.

Sometimes the gilded cage was way easier to deal with. Sometimes she really, really misses not having to fight for her survival. Sometimes she wants to go back. She often wants to go back.

So yeah -- there is some trauma there, just... not the trauma she expected to end up dealing with. She expected to feel violated and to hate the guy. She doesn’t. She didn’t expect to feel lost, scared and exposed without him. She does.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Olivia, not that she’d ever show it. Sometimes it’s just satisfying to watch the puppet master deal with tiny little wrenches in the works like that.

Who’s terrified of bugs?

Olivia hates them.

Who kills the spiders around the house?

Arturo rolls his eyes and gets a ghoul to do it.

Do they have any fears for their future?

Arturo, once he realised how attached he got to Olivia, was terrified of losing her.

Their favourite place?

They both like the couches in the haven that sit next to the huge windows that overlook the city.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

Every now and then a ghoul gets some really good vitae as a treat for Olivia.

(So yeah, neither.)

Who pays the bills?

Arturo.

Who’s the tallest?

Arturo.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Neither.

Who wanders around in their underwear?

Neither.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Olivia sings under her breath when it’s just the ghouls around, but not loudly, and never in front of Arturo.

What do they tease each other about?

Ooof, Arturo likes to rub salt in the wound by calling her his little pet, but ofc blood bonded Olivia doesn’t feel hurt by that. It’s not until post-New York that she’s like “DUDE WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT???”

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Arturo, naturally. I think it’s physically impossible for a Toreador not to cringe at someone’s clothing every now and then.

Who crushed first?

... Both? Sorta.

Olivia naturally had the blood bond, but Arturo was the first that actually caught genuine feelings.

Olivia did have some genuine fond feelings even after the blood bond wore off, but not enough that she let that stop her from GTFOing to LA.

Any alcohol or substance-related problems?

You mean, aside from Olivia’s literal addiction to Arturo’s blood? The one that compels her to have strong feelings for him to the point that even though she’s captive and could walk out the door at any time, she doesn’t?

Yeah, I’d say that’s a substance problem.

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

Arturo, if he was desperate enough to feed on a drunk, but even then -- blood has a very low alcohol content compared to actual alcohol, and while I HC that vampires are sensitive enough to alcohol that they can get a buzz from drinking from someone drunk enough... it’s just a buzz.

Who swears the most?

Arturo.

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Haikyuu!! Fic Recs (KuroDai)

Fic Recs Masterpost

Moving on with my ongoing trend of sharing all of my fic recs to help give people stuff to read while isolated at home, it’s time for another of my Haikyuu!! OTPs, KuroDai!

Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Let’s go!

will you stay with me my love, for another day?, by amaanogawa

“Are you a Shinigami?”

The man raises his brows, clearly surprised. “What makes you think that?”

“You appeared out of thin air, you’re dressed in all black, you have a notebook with my name in it that tells you I’m sick, and you said that it was my time.”

“…alright, I guess I was a bit obvious, but in my defense you’re not supposed to be able to see me. And the black is a personal choice, really.”

Kurodai Weekend 2k17, Day 1 | August 25: Spirits ( Shinigami AU | Yokai and Exorcist AU )

breathe me in (like the air tonight), by amaanogawa

"Kuroo learns that he’s never wanted to kiss someone as badly as he does now, when Sawamura’s face is bathed in moonlight on the streets of residential Tokyo."

Kurodai week 2k17: Sports Swap AU / Same Highschool AU.

Not entirely scientific, by Ellessey

Kuroo is totally accustomed to the feel of Daichi’s body, but even so, it hasn’t gotten old. The broad bare shoulders that he leans on sleepily in the morning, or the strong thighs that support him when Daichi’s classroom is empty and Kuroo can’t resist getting on his lap and calling him Sawamura-sensei (and every other filthy thing he can think of to turn his husband’s cheeks bright red).

But especially, on nights like this—wintery ones when the walk home from the train station is frigid and dark—he has not, in any way, lost his appreciation for Daichi's warmth.

--

A small study of the heat of Daichi's skin, as told by Kuroo Tetsurou.

Take the Long Road Home, by pepperfield

When Azumane Asahi goes missing before his engagement meeting with Kozume Kenma, what other option is there but for Daichi to impersonate his brother and fake his way through a first date with Asahi's fiance?

Okay, let's be realistic - there were probably at least four other options.

Unfortunately, Tetsurou couldn't come up with any of them either, so now he's here flirting with Kenma's future husband while trying to keep his web of deceit from collapsing.

It's going to be an eventful day.

like a properly calculated algorithm, by astroturfwars

Kuroo’s got a hand in his hair, pushing it out of his face so he can read properly, and one of the first non-calculus thoughts Daichi has all night is: well, that’s a nice change of scenery.

The second non-calculus thought Daichi has is: shit.

warm, by raewrites

It's at the very edge that Daichi finds himself reaching desperately for the flames licking his skin, and it's always Kuroo who pushes him over.

hey now, the past is told by those who win, my darling, by momitchi

"Quit focusing on the past, Sawamura," Kuroo said, smirk evident in his tone. "If you keep doing that, how can you expect our teams to play each other at nationals?"

do you want to die together, by roisale

(the things you gain when you are in a jaeger: one of them is a time bomb tied with the noose made of hope around your neck, but the other is the guarantee that when you are side by side with your partner, there will never be anything left unsaid.)

"do you want to die together?" - the time they do, and the time they don't.

the faster we’re falling, by raewrites

Sawamura Daichi is really hot.

But also so much more.

And it’s a huge fucking problem.

see: fond, by raewrites

Kuroo brings flowers to their first official date.

Okay, a flower. One he had picked on his way there, growing out of a crack in the sidewalk, probably stepped on at some point.

The flower is a dandelion, specifically.

(“A weed?”

“It’s not a weed, it’s a flower! Look at the…those little yellow bits are considered petals, right?”

“It’s a weed.”)

And Daichi (embarrassingly enough) falls in love with him right then and there.

play in the petals, by tsuruko

This time, he buys red roses without looking up a meaning.

ride, by astroturfwars

In which there are cars, kissing, and cute dogs.

I’d Follow, by magic

When Daichi’s given a new chance at life, it comes at a price. He figures it’s worth it.

dialogues, by inverse

a series of conversations. for kurodai week 2014.

Be Good to Me, by tinycrows

“Not only am I into that,” Kuroo says slowly, perfecting the razor sharp smirk that he knows turns Daichi on--even if he has never admitted it, “but I guarantee you’re going to love it even more.”

catch and release, by evils

"Sawamura-kun, don't tell me you're actually a virgin?"

Daichi flushes a deep red and Kuroo's grin turns positively wicked.

made me give in to you, by astroturfwars

Kuroo’s always been one to take opportunity where it presents itself, if she thinks it’s worth the risk and the effort and the time, and she’s almost sure that Sawamura, with her small steady hands and lightning-flash smile and peculiar unassuming slyness, is worth the risk.

(A series of drabbles, wherein Kuroo is bad at flirting and Daichi is, somehow, very much charmed.)

let’s conspire to ignite, by downmoon

Kuroo likes to pretend the squeezing around his heart isn’t from the way Daichi shifts his awkward gaze from Oikawa to him, and he doesn’t overanalyze the smile that creeps across Daichi’s face, the warmth that lights up his eyes.

It’s just a trick of the light.

Probably.

manage me, i’m a mess, by raewrites

Four times in which Kuroo Tetsurou makes Sawamura Daichi question everything he’s ever believed in, and one of the (many) times it clicks.

accidentally on purpose, by drifloon

“Calm down,” Tetsurou said. “It’s not like she’ll fail you.”

“That’s true, “ Sawamura said, exhaling again. “If she does, I’ll complain. Thanks, though.” He lifted his hand for a one-armed hug.

“No problem,” Tetsurou said, and when they separated, he kissed Sawamura chastely on the lips.

Shit, he thought. His face was very warm.

eleven centimeters to infinity, by raewrites

Infinities, Kuroo thinks, exist in these increments of eleven centimeters, increments made surpassable when Daichi tilts his chin just enough to defy them, just enough to overcome a distance Kuroo had thought insurmountable for so long.

in between being young and being right, by cenli

Everything is lit up rippling-blue and smells of chlorine and sounds like the incessant hum of a filtration system and Kuroo is looking right back at him, eyes soft.

OR

Daichi lets Kuroo convince him to sneak into their college's outdoor swimming pool at three in the morning.

such a kiss, by Metis_Ink

“…Can’t you do that anywhere else?” Daichi asks, trying to focus on the music sheets in front of him.

“Sorry, you took the best seat in the house,” Kuroo says, nodding to the window, where the sunset swept over Daichi from above the rooftops. He smirks. “You’ll be happy to know that you’re a lot more photogenic than that mini-fridge I was planning on putting in that spot before you threatened to feed me your rosin.”

Goodnight, Good Morning, by kythen

Training camp arc. All Daichi wants is a good night's sleep, which is impossible when Kuroo keeps coming up with increasingly ridiculous excuses for why he should let him crash with him.

heartbeat, by squidmemesinc

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Daichi shifts over on the bed a little more. Kuroo’s shoulders are so broad, even when he’s turned sideways like he is. Hospital beds really weren’t made for two people.

The Fourth Time, by kiyala

Another weekend, another open day, another talk about the benefits of this particular university's engineering program. It's not like Tetsurou actually plans or even intends to bump into Sawamura at these things, but this is the fourth time it's happened in a row so far.

Location, by tastewithouttalent

"Daichi’s very sure that no one would expect to find him where he is: in the darkest corner around the main gym, hidden by shadows so deep they might as well be a curtain, pinning Nekoma’s captain to the wall by the hold Daichi has on his shoulders and the press of their hips together." Daichi and Kuroo linger where they shouldn't be.

small magics au, by kythen

(Summary by me: two fics, KuroDai with powers, Daichi has the ability to grow flowers wherever he goes, Kuroo is so smitten there’s barely a word to explain just how smitten he is) 

Roman Numerals, by notebookthief

A study of the progression from rivals to friends to lovers.

Mounties, by notebookthief

Daichi spends his summer locked in his apartment with Kuroo, curled in their own hazy world. Sequel to Roman Numerals.

If I Could Change Your Mind, by tookumade

“I’m kind of excited to meet him,” Bokuto says, roughly an hour before Karasuno are scheduled to arrive. “He sounds interesting.”

Kuroo raises an eyebrow at him. “I just told you that there’s not a lot about him that stands out—how is that interesting?”

“You’ve told me a lot about how he apparently doesn’t stand out,” Bokuto replies easily. “You don’t usually talk about someone so much."

-

(Or, Sawamura Daichi shows up like a breath of fresh air, and Kuroo Tetsurou doesn't stand a chance.)

the world stops turning for us, by kythen

(we've got all the time in the world)

Post-Christmas lazy days. Daichi isn't exactly sure when he started living out his entire life with Kuroo.

Pucker Up, Lost Boy, by svedone

Kuroo Tetsurou and his stupid kissing booth are going to be the death of him. At least Daichi's not lost anymore.

Gross, by kythen

Going by all laws of logic, the both of them shouldn't look this cute together.

light, by kythen

A study of a crush, as seen through the eyes of one Kuroo Tetsurou.

one touch, by Recluse

It is a promise from the universe that opportunity will come, that there is a hand you are meant to hold.

Boyfriend-Jacket Style, by whatcaniwriteinthis

Daichi likes wearing Kuroo’s jacket- it makes him feel small and also cozy. He also kinda likes the way Yui chokes on her spit when he shows up to class.

boyfriend shirts and thigh highs, by kythen

Smut practice that somehow developed into a domestic sex series.

Personal Space Invaders, by kythen

Kurodai Week Day 4: Confessions/Mutual Pining

Training camp arc. Kuroo has no sense of personal space and Daichi has a problem.

Lifeguard Dude, by surveycorpsjean

It's spring break.

Everything is going great, until Daichi looks up and sees the hottest lifeguard he's ever seen in his life.

“That’s a good look for you”, by tmntransformer

Kuroo had told him, multiple times in fact, that there was no need to ever visit or pick him up from his new part-time job. Which of course meant that Sawamura had to go and visit him at his new part-time job.

distance, by WildKitte

Daichi knows to expect the call. Kuroo has always been a romantic at heart.

proximity, by WildKitte

Set directly after chapter 325, so HEAVY SPOILERS FOR MANGA! Two very exhausted teams are gathered on the bleachers, crows and cats huddled together. It gains stares and surprised second takes from the spectators of the previous game - but there they are, Karasuno and Nekoma, sitting all mixed up together.

A sequel to distance

Bad/Bed Hair Day, by kythen

After Kuroo moves into Daichi's dorm room, Kuroo's hair undergoes a transformation. Cue an identity crisis and Kuroo and Daichi's many attempts to make things right again.

My piece for the Domestic Kurodai Zine: Midnight to Morning Coffee!

Hypothetically Speaking, by Ellessey

'Kuroo's door looks just like Daichi's, but a more faded brown. Daichi lifts a hand to knock, considers turning around and leaving, and then mentally shakes himself. You can do this. Kuroo is a good guy. Just go in there and be normal. Understand statistics. Chill the hell out.

He knocks and the door opens almost immediately, and Daichi cannot chill out. He cannot chill out at all.

Kuroo's chest is bare. And wet. A towel is wrapped low on his hips.

"You're kidding me," Daichi says.'

--

Daichi needs help understanding two things: Statistics, and Kuroo Tetsurou.

Seen a Million Faces (but I’ve been waiting for you), by Hyeyu

In all his time as a dance instructor, Kuroo has had his fair share of newcomers walk into his classes at Nekoma. But there were dance newbies, and then there was Sawamura Daichi.

(aka the Dance!AU in which Kuroo teaches dance, Sawamura tries his best, and circumstances keep getting in the damn way.)

Smile For Me, Baby, by kiafeles

Perhaps he chose grape because subconsciously he wants to punish himself for such awful thoughts, and really, he can’t change his mind now, because that would just draw more attention to how awful he is at talking to his dentist. 

First Sparks, by kythen

Shapeshifting AU. A territorial dispute between the crows and the cats, and its aftermath.

Alternatively, Daichi meets the new neighbours and Kuroo finds the hardest way to form a friendship.

dissonance in stability, by amaanogawa

dis·so·nance /ˈdisənəns/ noun

· a tension or clash resulting from the combination of two disharmonious or unsuitable elements.

OR

"It's absolutely ridiculous, really, two grown men lying on an elevator floor, chewing bubble gum side by side at 5 in the morning. Daichi would never have thought that he'd be here, doing something so unbelievable.

And yet, here he was."

many names for home, by kythen

Summary by me: space!AU where Kuroo is MIA and Daichi is desperately trying to find him.

Don’t Send Me Anymore, by orphan_account

“I can’t stay, Kuroo. I’m compromised,” he says, and he doesn’t meet Kuroo’s eyes. There’s something in the way that he says compromised that makes Kuroo’s heart fall to his stomach.

--

Daichi and Kuroo talk circles around one another.

naked fools, by sweggscellent

“I heard him jerking off last night,” Daichi is lamenting to Suga the next day over milkshakes.

“You what?” Suga asks, and Daichi groans, putting his head in his hands. “That hasn’t been a problem before now?”

“No,” Daichi whines. “Well, I mean, yes. But last night he left his door open.”

Suga snorts. “That sounds like a sign if I’ve ever heard one.”

Rainy with a Chance of..., by kythen

The things that happen when it's raining and you're alone in Tokyo.

aetate mirum, by Hyeyu

A series of drabbles/fics set within an RPG-like alternate universe that's (indulgently) populated with knights, mages and the like.

kick drums on your bedroom floor, by farseersfool

"You sent me pity nudes."

"I did, yes."

the second our eyes met (baby i was yours), by kythen

Prompt:

"Hey remember when I said it was 'just a crush' and that I would 'literally never fall so low'?"

"Yeah?"

"I was wrong. I'm entirely screwed. Help me, please."

The Wrong Number One, by PandorasBox

“Tell me why everyone’s staring at me.”

“That’s not your jersey."

(Accidental Jersey Swap)

come a little closer, by phanatics

“Shit, bro, I think you killed him.”

“Bokuto, I swear to God, that’s not even funny.” Daichi is pulled a little further back into consciousness as cool fingers flutter across his face. “I can’t believe I’m a murderer at 19. That’s too young to go to jail, man.”

Daichi wishes that he could pretend to be dead a little longer, so he doesn’t have to face whatever idiots are hovering above him right now, but instead he wrenches one eye open with a weary sigh to accept his fate like a man.

-

In which Kuroo isn't nearly as smooth as he thinks he is and Daichi believes that he really doesn't deserve this.

(Day 1: first meeting / next time)

something good can work, by phanatics

In which Kuroo meddles and Daichi becomes his unwilling sidekick.

(Day 4: blind date / shotgun wedding)

Something Just Like This, by kythen

Kurodai Week Day 1: First Meeting / Next Time

-

But she said, where'd you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts Some superhero Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to Somebody I can kiss

(Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

teach you a thing (or two), by Spring_Emerald

“Are you dating Kuroo-sensei?”

For KuroDai Week 2017 Day 2: Sport Swap / Same High School

Eager, by Ellessey

'Daichi focuses on the direction of the entrance again, waiting for someone to come in with black hair and a red tie. These seem like really insufficient details to go on, now that he sees that fucking everyone here is wearing a tie. (Including him. Suga tied it for him.)

He's just about to pull his phone back out and check the time, when he catches a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. A slim red tie, on a slim, tall man, and a set of dark, angled eyes that are scanning the tables until they land on Daichi.'

--

Daichi doubts Suga when his friend sets him up on a blind date, but once he meets Kuroo he realizes, as he has before and will again, that Suga is always right.

nothing ventured, nothing gained, by kythen

Kurodai Week Day 3: Childhood / Adulthood

Kuroo wants to make Daichi come without touching his cock.

Kurodai Week Day 7: Free Day

Daichi wants to make Kuroo come however he wants.

Perks, by Ellessey

The first thing Kuroo wants to do, after every game, is see Daichi. Sometimes this is really easy, when he’s playing close to Tokyo, but other times it can take hours before he gets to talk to him. He still does, though—win or lose, four o’clock in the afternoon or nearly midnight. As soon as he can manage it he’s on his phone, or his laptop, or sometimes even a payphone, so he can hear Daichi’s voice and decompress. So he can feel like he’s home.

Tonight he’s on his laptop and it’s close to one in the morning, but he’s not going to sleep yet, not without this.

--

Kuroo and Daichi find (slightly filthy) ways to stay close to each other, even when they have to be apart.

to the ends of the earth with you, by amaanogawa

(Summary by me: Apocalypse AU, with a lot of angst but ultimately a happy ending.)

the shield and the spear, by kythen

Kurodai Week Bonus Day 8: Mythical Creatures / Super Powers

Daichi finds himself on a journey, his memories gone and a man with beautiful golden eyes as his only guide.

Sense, by Ellessey

'“What are you—felt what?” Daichi asks.

“This,” Kuroo says, and he lifts one hand, waves it carefully through the empty space in front of him, and paints the air with color. Bright lines of orange and gold and red appear in the path of his fingertips.

Daichi’s mouth falls open.

“Yours is cooler,” Kuroo says, smiling wryly.'

--

Daichi has never met another person like him before, someone he doesn’t have to hide his abilities from. But the first day at a new school, surrounded by the same normal faces, he finally meets someone different.

hold me (very) close, by symphorine

At the time, it seemed like a good idea.

Scratch that. It was never a good idea. Kuroo is good at a lot of things, but not enough to fool himself into thinking that inviting his ex (who he may or may not have lingering feelings for) to stay with him, even just for a few days, is anywhere in the vicinity of smart.

But hey, he's a grown adult, and so is Daichi, and he's just doing him a favor! It was staying in Kuroo's apartment or finding a cheap hotel, and at least, after two years of rooming, and dating, in college, they know how to coexist.

-

Daichi, now an author successful enough to be interviewed for a TV show, needs a place to stay for the occasion. Kuroo offers his apartment before he realizes the flaw in that plan.

It's just a few days of living with Daichi again. Everything's gonna be fine.

Before You Forget, by kythen

Spirited Away-inspired AU. There are some memories that always stay with you.

While moving back to Miyagi, Daichi loses his son in the forest and goes in search of him, only to find himself in a different world altogether where he meets a certain shadowy spirit.

by your side, by kythen

Keep your friends close but your frenemies closer.

blink if you love me, by kythen

Daichi notices something about Kuroo when they kiss. 

did you receive my wink?, by kythen

Kuroo needs help asking Sawamura out. Obviously, he turns to Bokuto.

shot through the heart, by kythen

Daichi only has one chance to take Kuroo Tetsurou down.

all the lives we’ve lived (were for this moment), by kythen

In all of the twenty-five lives Kuroo has lived, Daichi has always been there. This life is no exception.

Kuroo just needs to meet him first.

The Neighbourly Thing, by kythen

Scene: Bokuto in front of Daichi and Kuroo's apartment with a basket of fruit.

lingering, echoing, by kythen

Those who we love and lose never really do stop loving us.

me, you, me, you, by kythen

Daichi and Kuroo and their eternal rivalry through the years. 

Youkai and Exorcist AU, by kythen

Summary by me: wherein Daichi is an exorcist, Kuroo is a nekomata, and, together, they fight crime. I mean, other youkai.

i like the way you work it, by Spring_Emerald

“Always a professional, Sawamura. And here I was excited to finally get some.”

Daichi gives him a dry look. “You won’t be getting some, if you don’t pay attention.”

Kuroo winks. “I’m all yours and ready, baby.”

Daichi lets the blatant innuendo go, as it’s serving a purpose at the moment.

“Good boy.”

For Kurodai Weekend 2017 Day 2: Action (Undercover Agent AU)

Happiness is where you find it, by kythen

Kurodai Weekend Day 3 - Family: Established Family AU / Single Parent AU

Family life in the Sawamura-Kuroo household, home to two dads and one baby girl.

i’ve got you, darling, by kythen

Daichi has a bad day and Kuroo is there to comfort him.

When Summoning, Please Use Caution, by kythen

Kuroo was definitely not the demon Daichi expected to summon.

Viewfinder, by blueacorn

(Summary by me: cute bakery AU where Daichi is a baker, Kuroo is a photographer, and they’re both corny. There’s cute IwaOi in there too.)

chosen, by ryekamasaki

Prompt:

Kuroo in the bushes with cat food.

hope will take its toll, by Spring_Emerald

Kuroo doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t think that Daichi’s affection for him, or his affection for Daichi, for that matter, is fickle, that something like winning or losing a match could change. He has more faith in their relationship than that. He has more faith in himself and Daichi than that. But, that doesn’t mean that he isn’t part terrified for what’s going to happen tomorrow.

slide show, by Spring_Emerald

“Good afternoon, gentlemen. I’m here to present a pitch about ‘Why Sawamura Daichi,” he points at Daichi, who is sitting at the foot of the table, for emphasis, “should date me’”.

forever starts from now, by Spring_Emerald

Daichi shakes his head, but smiles at the sentiment. “After today, you won’t get rid of me anymore.”

“I could say the same to you,” Kuroo says back. He then leans forward and rests his forehead against Daichi’s. “I don’t ever want to be rid of you.”

“Good,” Daichi replies in a whisper.

i’d still say yes, by Spring_Emerald

Kuroo covers Daichi’s hand with his and it is as warm as Daichi remembers. “I missed you, Sawamura,” he admits, eyes trained on Daichi seriously. Daichi is lost in Kuroo’s eyes that he couldn’t even control himself when he replies with a soft “I missed you too.”

Kurodai Kinktober 2017, by kythen

A collection of kurodai smut oneshots for Kinktober 2017.

Good Game, by byesweetheart

Working for a gay porn production company for a living—also known as fucking other guys on camera in a room with ten bored crew members for a living—had about as much drama as you could expect, with nearly 40 actors working together in various ways (and positions). That is to say, there was drama always.

to the scars on your fists, by amaanogawa

"Sawamura has power, has foundation, but Kuroo’s strength lies in his speed and flexibility. And just as Sawamura has countless hours of practice marring the skin on his fists, Kuroo has the same, as do the rest of the fighters here today, all for the same goal.

Victory. Nothing but that."

Kurodai Weekend #2, Day 1 | December 8: Ennoshita Productions ( Haikyuu Fighter | Final Haikyuu Quest )

your hand in mine, by kythen

Kurodai Weekend Day 2 - Celebration: Birthday / Wedding

Today is the first day of the rest of their life.

if you travel through the woods, by kythen

There is something out there and Daichi can sense it, even if he can’t see it. Daichi has always felt at home in the forest, filled with trees and plants and animals, all familiar to him, but these woods are different. None of them have ever been this far away from home and these woods are strange to them.

-

Daichi leads his group through the woods in search of safety.

Simply the best, by Poteto

Ladybug is gone and Chat Noir is the only hope the city has. Daichi thinks that's enough.

Under Night’s Veil, by Kath

Rumor has it that young Lord Sawamura is protected by the darkness itself. Nobody knows he is in love with it.

Birthday Wishes, by kythen

It‘s Daichi's birthday so he can be a little bit selfish.

words can’t espresso how much you mean to me, by amaanogawa

"(Long story short, Kuroo slipped into Daichi’s life where he fits like a puzzle piece, like he was always meant to be there, and it had all somehow started with a cup of overpriced coffee and a lopsided smile.)"

me and my heart (we got issues), by Spring_Emerald

For the prompt: "Can't decide if I should slap you or kiss you"

-----

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Kuroo asks softly, a bit unsure.

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me,” he says easily with a smirk.

try me, by lances

Having company was nice, even if they were perfect strangers with different study goals in mind. It was a shared peace that Kuroo could appreciate, a tacit encouragement—

“Shit, 'kaashi!”

—and if asked, Kuroo could name the exact moment Sawamura’s fingers fossilized over his keyboard.

(or: akaashi tires to get a rise out of kuroo, but all it does is get him a date instead)

paved with good intentions, by Spring_Emerald

The note details the time and place for the said date, and below is a line that says ‘Be there or else…’

-----

For KuroDai VDay Anthology 2018

I’ll love you for a hundred years, and then more, by kythen

Kuroo thinks Daichi would like them, even if Daichi has never expressed a particular fondness for roses. Or, he would have to like them because Kuroo has already purchased an entire armful of them, an entire army of red roses, a hundred buds strong.

-

For Kurodai VDay Anthology 2018

till it be morrow, by Spring_Emerald

“Kuroo, for the last time, we’re hardly Romeo and Juliet. Drop the act.”

-----

A pair of “star-crossed” lovers take their time.

waking the dreamer, by kythen

Daichi dreams.

why don’t you meet me in the middle, by amaanogawa

Based on this popular tumblr post.

"the reason i don’t go to the doctor anymore is because i went once and the medical intern was super young and super hot so naturally i got nervous, and when he measured my heart rate he said ‘hmm it’s��faster than average’ and then he smirked. cos he knew. cos i’m not subtle. cos i’m a dumb motherfucker. anyway imagine your OTP"

OR

Daichi goes to the hospital and gets more than he expected.

i’ve got a crush on you, by kythen

In the autumn of his seventeenth year, Kuroo is afflicted by a crush that never quite leaves him.

got a better solution, by Spring_Emerald

For the prompt: "When it comes down to it, it's just a game."

-----

“Is that how a winner should act, Sawamura?” He lightly elbows Daichi. “First you don’t approach me, and now you’re ignoring me? That’s breaking my heart, you know.”

i feel your warmth, and it feels like home, by peaches

in which Tetsurou and Daichi share a college dorm, and all the feelings that come with it; a story told in seven parts.

you will always be my dear, by amaanogawa

"So one thing led to another and here they were, all of them crowded into a small yakiniku restaurant on some back road in Tokyo with Daichi feeling vaguely like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

He hasn't seen Kuroo since they broke up 3 years ago, tear stained shoulders and a bittersweet smile on a windy platform as he boarded a train that whisked him away to the other side of the country in a matter of hours."

Kurodai Week 2018 Day 2 | May 7: Getting Together | Post Break-up

pancakes, bacon and eggs, by kythen

Summary by me: ABO KuroDai, with Alpha!Kuroo and Omega!Daichi, mating cycles and they somehow still manage to be dense as rocks. 

there you are, i’ve been looking for you forever., by amaanogawa

"It's a story that he loves to tell every chance he got, about how Daichi opened his mouth and starlight bled out like water colours on paper, filling in the hollows of Kuroo's previously monochrome world."

OR

A story about finding one's soulmate- because when you know, you just know.

Kurodai Week 2018 Day 5 | May 10: Music

The Sea and the Shore, by kythen

Summary by me: Mermaid!AU, with Daichi as a mermaid trying to deal with his attraction to human!Kuroo. 

it’s hard when you’re young, by kythen

Kuroo is doing well in high school. His volleyball team is on track to Nationals and his grades aren't even slipping that much. Why his mom thinks he needs a tutor is beyond him.

A story about growing up, moving out, and falling in love.

(let me stay) by your side, by kythen

Kuroo fractures his dominant arm. Luckily, Daichi is there to look after him.

(No, they aren’t dating.)

falling another moment into your gravity, by amaanogawa

"Nothing beats Daichi on the court. He’s a force to be reckoned with on any day of the week, but the minute he stands on the court there just isn’t any question left at all. A powerhouse of stability, of strength, and a quiet kind of terrifying. People are left breathless in his wake.

Kuroo is always one of them."

if you ask, by murphym

Three months.

Three months and Kuroo's still not over Daichi.

between us captains, by owlsshadows

Kuroo feels thankful now for the rigorousness of this weekend camp, the tension of each practice match claiming his focus entirely, dragging his eyes away from certain thighs and placing them on the ball instead. The intervals, he finds a bit harder – sweat glistening on Sawamura’s temple and dropping from his square-shaped jaw, water bottle held by strong fingers, lifted to delicious-looking lips by strong arms – and he escapes more and more frequently to the corridors, marching down to the furthermost of restrooms to wash his face.

It's Kuroo's birthday, and he is called out by Sawamura for some captainly advice.

Touch You Not, by kythen

(Summary by me: ABO!Teacher!AU KuroDai, with Alpha!Kuroo and Omega!Daichi, and so - much - pining.)

Illuminated, by Ellessey

' “Are you going blind?” Daichi asked on the eleventh night, when the situation had not improved at all. “Will you trip if you don’t have the light of a thousand suns to show you the way?”

“A well-lit home is a well-loved home, Sawamura,” Kuroo told him so solemnly that Daichi thought this might be an actual saying, until he googled it while lying in bed and found that Kuroo was just full of shit. '

--

After weeks of Kuroo leaving all the lights in his and Daichi's apartment on, their electricity bill (and their living situation) is in peril. But even with all that illumination, there may be something about his boyfriend that Daichi isn't seeing...

flower, flour, perish, by pepperfield

Tetsu and Daichi used to rule the streets of Torono together, but fifteen years apart changes some things.

Their feelings for one another isn't one of them.

Breakfast & Dinner & Me & You, by basilsprout

"Daichi figures the two of them must look ridiculous right now, crouched in the middle of the kitchen, snickering and weeping and frantically seeking relief from the chemical warfare of a farm vegetable. But seeing Kuroo like this, snorting unattractively with snot beginning to dribble from his nose, makes him realize that this is a side of Kuroo that only he has the privilege of seeing, and he wouldn’t have it any other way."

--

It's been a week since Daichi and Kuroo have moved in together, and they spend the day doing domestic things.

all wrapped up in you, by kythen

He never thought that he would become this clingy, this needy, but after spending years with Kuroo by his side, living alone has become unfamiliar to him.

-

Kuroo stays away from home for a work experience programme and Daichi adopts a new habit involving his boyfriend's clothes.

express hospitality, by Spring_Emerald

“Daichi, babe, my handsome whirlwind,” Kuroo says forcefully, staring down at him and waits until he’s got Daichi’s full attention. “Calm down.”

“Auntie is coming and this is the state of our apartment,” Daichi gestures frustratingly around them, “I can’t calm down.”

Peach, by carriecmoney

(Summary by me: Bokuto has a dog, and his dog is a matchmaker. Also, Daichi in a firefighter uniform.)

“I’ve always been yours,” by kythen

It’s February 14th and I owe you a poem, but all I can think is: your hands and your mouth and your hands and oh, god your mouth. — “2/14” Trista Mateer

hey babe, are you garbage ‘cause i wanna take you out, by pepperfield

A collection of short standalone kurodai fics, each based on a trope/prompt!

I'm trying to get in the habit of writing short fic again; throw a prompt my way and I'll see what I can do!

Wet Dream, by kythen

Daichi has a wet dream about his alpha boyfriend, Kuroo. Thankfully, he is already in Kuroo's arms when he wakes up.

Staked through the heart, Stuck in my veins, by jadehqknb

Being the Chosen One shouldn't be so complicated. See vamp, stake vamp, go home and try to get homework done and sleep. So why is it, when it comes to Kuroo, Daichi's the one who ends up getting staked... in more ways than one?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, by kythen

Kurodai Week 2019 Day 7: Just Married / Childhood Friends

When Kuroo was a young boy, he lived in Miyagi and loved a girl with beautiful brown eyes and a smile like the sun. Fast forward eight years and when Kuroo’s father takes him back to Miyagi on a business trip, Kuroo jumps at the chance to reconnect with his first love—only to find out that his first love isn’t a girl at all.

yours, forevermore, by amaanogawa

They made a grave sin somewhere along the way, where loyalty morphed slowly into desire over the years and when Tetsurou had leaned in, somehow soft and sharp all at the same time Daichi had fallen headfirst into everything he was, blinded by his own love that he had once thought he could never receive in return.

But now it is time to reap the consequences of his weakness, for Tetsurou is a man destined for greatness and Daichi is a mere tool to be used in his quest for it.

[hecohansen31]

KINKTOBER (19: Double Penetration)

Fuckboy! Michael Langdon+Reader+Incubus! Michael Langdon.

Also guys this is also based on another drabble, and if you want to send more asks for “fuckboy” Michael I am always here for it...

SUMMARY: Michael can’t help but love your devilish mind, sometimes.

WARNINGS: Vaginal/Anal Sex, Unprotected (USE A PROTECTION KIDS, I LOVE YOU AND STAY SAFE)/Oral Sex (Female Receiving)/Incubus involved in sex/Double Penetretation.

Since you and Michael had started a relationship, you had been quite open with your sex life.

And to think that you were a shy virgin, at the start of it…

… a virgin who would have never dared to ask him the same thing you had whispered in his ear that night, after maybe a bit too much of the wine you had stolen from Cordelia’s cardboard.

“I want to try… “a little adorable sigh had escaped your mouth “… from the back”.

He had replied tenderly that as soon as you got over the hangover, he would have satisfied that little fantasy of yours

But you had gone bolder, smirking brighter, and leaning closer, your voice was higher.

You were thankful you were alone.

“…  not just you sweetie” and you had slapped softly his shoulder “… I mean, only you… but… like… two of you”.

The following day, with a terrible headache, you had gone back to your room, already alerted by the fact that Madison wasn’t in it,  since she usually slept far past noon and lived the night freely, outside of Robinchaux.

“A true animal of the night” had mumbled her blonde roommate but you knew perfectly that most of the time she spent those nights entwined with Zoe.

But you didn’t give it too much thought till you recognized Michael’s silhouette, which stood rigid next to your window, his face facing the elegant view of the flower garden you had from your room.

But what surprised you even further was that another Michael enveloped you tightly in his arms, surprising you enough that you were unable to move.

He blocked you and giggled into your hair, pushing himself to move closer and make you feel his hard-on, already erected against your soft bum, only the little black skirt you wore separating you from his throbbing manhood.

You thought it had be an illusion or an hallucination, but the other Michael turned at you, staring at you with deep and completely black eyes, watching the way your mouth opened and gawked, meanwhile the other Michael, the real one, or so you thought, humped your backside, mouthing your neck with kisses.

“… what is going on?” you asked breathily, meanwhile Michael with the black eyes, walked to you and shut you up with a kiss, a deep and growling kiss, extremely savage and almost beastly.

“Don’t you remember what you told me last night?” real! Michael mumbled in your ear, whispering gently what you didn’t remember and making you blush, meanwhile the other Michael, pushed a knee between your legs, rubbing your core, panty-clad still, with it.

At first you didn’t remember because of the alcohol and the arousal that was growing in your panties from being thoroughly rubbed over your them, a kind of slow teasing that clouded your mind.

“… you asked me to get somebody else, to join us, another me…” he suckled a small hickey on your neck to heighten the suspense “… so that you could experience it from another… perspective”.

Your drunken blabber came all back to you and you blushed even further but allowed the other Michael to lay a few more kisses onto your lips.

“… if you are still up for it” he smirked, meanwhile he continued the trace of hickeys, even going as far as to lower gently your shirt, showing off your pretty collarbones, which caught the glance of the demonic Michael “… we are more than happy to be your humble servants”.

You pushed him away a bit, to discuss with the real! Michael, turning to him and mumbling, hoping the other man couldn’t hear you.

“… what the hell is it?” you mumbled, but he just smirked and turned towards the other Michael, marking the question at him.

“I am an incubus, my lady” he smirked, showing of sharp teeth and a twisted tongue, that somehow got you wondering whether it would have felt good to feel down there “… at your and my lord’s service”.

“He can change his shape to suit who you desire the most” Michael smiled, groping you through the fabric of your shirt, more to show off his power to the Incubus, to let him know who ruled here, over your body, than for your actual pleasure.

You were unable to actually deny that the thought of taking two Michael at the same time didn’t arouse you, and strangely you found yourself without any shame to your thoughts, just hazy in the teasing pleasure they had worked you into.

Almost as an aroused frenzy.

“… how do we do it” you simply muttered, and they both shared a smirk and before you knew it also Incubus! Michael’s eyes were normal and now they were truly identical: that could be troubling…

… or damnably arousing.

“Get on the bed” commanded you without the battling their eyes, who should have been your Michael, and you followed his order, meanwhile Incubus! Michael inched closer to the bed, dipping onto it and hovering over you.

He was the one in charge of undressing you, putting quite the show for the real Michael, who had sat down the bed, examining your undressed body and gently passing a hand onto it, caressing you softly, almost as if to calm a shy prey.

“…are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked, watching your eyes, meanwhile his fingers went between your naked folds, gently pushing the “v” of his middle and index finger up and down your pearl and the area immediately under it.

Your response was a shy breath, mostly due to the Incubus, actually using that forked tongue between your legs (it was divine, indeed).

And it was the incubus who pushed himself into your wet heat, firstly, pure bliss being shown in his eyes and Michael smirked, meanwhile he got behind you, with a lube bottle.

You were on top of the incubus, meanwhile Michael stood behind you, prepping your body with swift hands, circling his fingers around your little button, till it opened, blossoming for him.

You worked even faster the cock between your legs, and the incubus seemed desperate for more, buckling up into you, which got Michael to smirk at him softly, as if he pitied him.

“Doesn’t she feel good?” he cooed at him “… I found my very own personal Heaven between her legs each time”.

You hummed, hoping for more than his fingers, although the pain of the stretch hurt you desperately, but the pleasure from the incubus hitting that perfect spot…

It all soothed you to the point that the pain and the pleasure were mixed so good you were in another dimension.

It took three fingers and the incubus softly rubbing your clit, meanwhile his tongue worked wonders in your mouth, for you to reach your first orgasm, but you knew it was far from over.

“… are you ready also for me, beloved?” smirked Michael, from your back, teasing your puckering and gaping asshole with his own manhood, dipping it in the mix of juices that came from your shared releases.

“Are you ready for me, lover?” you replied, teasing him with an annoyed sing-song voice, that got you quite a sharp slap on your ass.

“… then take it, my pretty whore” and he pushed himself inside you, without giving you any warnings and it hurt… God did it hurt… but it didn’t make you feel any less, feeling two identical cocks nestling themselves in your womanhood, which welcomed then with warmth and tightness and they both moaned as they felt each other through the small barrier.

It was a beautiful feeling to know the other so carnally and deeply and it shot a deep pleasure in both your soul and his.

It took you both a bit to reach a similar rhythm, working all three together, in order to be the most efficient possible with each other, pushing and pulling, bucking up and down with your hips, till it stopped hurt and it was just decadent pleasure.

You all moved: the incubus under you, meanwhile you tried to keep the rhythm, alongside Michael, hissing sharply due to the tightness of your virgin hole, slapping your ass, meanwhile the incubus groped your shapes tighter, as if he didn’t want him to leave you, as if you were the succubus, consuming him.

It kept going on desperately, till they were a mess of sweat and fluids and they had reached their climax again and again, till they finally had enough and they separated, with the men exiting your holes, seeing again their fluids mix and spill out of her.

“…wasn’t it a fun idea, sweetheart?” giggled Michael as you ended up on top of him, the incubus on top of your chest, getting his hair caressed meanwhile his tongue lashed out.

“Definitely the best”.

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@scarletwinterraven asked: Of the shows on my list, what are my favorite ships and why?

ATLA: Zuko/Mai. I wouldn’t have called myself an ATLA shipper, but on my most recent rewatch I found myself really fascinated by the Zuko/Mai dynamic and by Mai as like, a person, generally, and I actually have most of a fic about them written. I just like them both so much individually, and also, there’s something deeply interesting to me about the balancing act that they must have had to perform throughout their adolescence, having a crush around Azula and all that palace intrigue. And can you imagine being Mai, and having a crush on the crown prince once day, and then the next day he’s been banished forever, and his sister is still ostensibly your best friend? And knowing that any amount of emotion you display over that is power that you’re giving her over you? And then he comes back after three years away? I would so desperately love to have seen their reunion scene.

Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Wesley/Lilah. It’s technically an Angel ship, but Angel should really be on the list, anyway and also my GOD I love that ship so much. They were the first couple I ever shipped, which, uh, probably tells you something about me. I don’t want to see them end up together, or anything, I just enjoy them so damn much. Also Willow/Tara of course, but I don’t wanna talk about it.

Community: Britta/Jeff. Also not in an endgame way, more in like an, “I really enjoy every time these two people are paired on screen together” kind of way, but they obviously shouldn’t be together, that would be a trainwreck. (I also thought Britta/Troy was very sweet.)

ER: Carter/Abby. They’re one of my ride-or-die OTPs, and I will NEVER be over the bullshit that show pulled with this ship. She left him for Luka? LUKA? HOW BORING CAN A PERSON POSSIBLY BE?

Farscape: So like. Is it possible to friendship ship people? Like, not in a BroTP way, but like, specifically, there’s a kind of dynamic that I very rarely see in fiction that I can get REALLY into, where two people are best friends who love each other incredibly deeply and want the world for each other, and who have a platonic relationship, but there’s a lot of sexual tension there and they both know it, but it would be an incredibly bad idea to follow through on it, so they don’t, or maybe they do for a while but then they stop, but there is a definite sexual component to the relationship, but ultimately it’s more friendship than anything else, just… complicated by this other thing. I fall head over heels for relationships like that, and in that sense, you could say I “ship” John/Chiana.

Girl Meets World: I am. Sigh. A Lucas/Maya shipper. Don’t look at me.

Legend of Korra: Korrasami, obvs.

Leverage: Hardison/Parker/Eliot TIL MY DYING DAY, BAYBEE.

The Magicians: Quentin/Eliot is still a great ship, and you will pry it from my cold dead hands, motherfuckers.

NMTD/LoLiLo: Pedrazar  :) :) :)

One Day at a Time: Uh, okay, so here’s the thing, I don’t SHIP Penelope/Schneider, but I ABSOLUTELY see the chemistry and I think it’s HYSTERICAL, and because I am secretly, in my heart of hearts, kind of a troll, I’m so excited by the fact that it’s there and the show is getting another season and somehow they’re going to have to deal with it. Does that count?

Parks and Rec: Ben/Leslie are a weird exception to almost everything that I normally ship, but whatever, I love them. Gimme all the wholesome nerds in love and supporting each other.

Schitt’s Creek: I “ship” David/Stevie in all the same ways and for all the same reasons that I do John/Chiana.

Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated: Fred/traps.

Star Trek: Tom/B’Elanna is probably the ship I have loved the most that has ended up being endgame, and I can’t believe that it was on freaking Voyager. There’s something about the way that they are both such incredible disasters, and they are both kind of incredibly hard to be in a relationship with, but also they both try so hard to be there for each other regardless, that really works for me. Every relationship should ideally switch back and forth between insulting each other, sincerely reassuring each other that you’ll be there during times of trouble, and encouraging each other to commit acts of ecoterrorism.

(I’m also really into Picard/Crusher but specifically as a weird, tense, unconsummated thing. Like hell yeah, TNG, show me a future where Picard and Crusher are already divorced. That’s the good stuff!)

Superstore: JONAH/AMY OH MY GOD. These two are a disaster in probably a bad way, but there’s something so real about Superstore, and something so delightful about their chemistry, and again, I’m just such a sucker for people who can’t get their shit together, and like. They had sex for the first time when she was pregnant with her ex-husband’s child? Their life is a series of awkward, undernegotiated attempts to merge their extraordinarily incompatible contexts? I just feel like Jonah/Amy takes the standard trappings of the Mike Schur style grounded soulmate workplace romance and turns it into this slightly sordid, unwholesome, not always good thing, where the fact that they’re opposites who attract and work together leads them to have real problems, like, a lot of the time. But also (because I promise I’m not a complete downer) that relationship just feels so fucking lived in, those people just feel so detailed. The joy they take in each other feels equally real.

Teen Wolf: If you’ve gotten all the way to the bottom of this list, surely you can guess that I am in love with Stiles/Malia. FOR FUCKS SAKE. They lose their virginity to each other in the basement of the mental hospital that they’re both staying in while dealing with their overwhelming trauma. After knowing each other for like five minutes. And then they turn that into a relationship. Those two are in no position to be dating anyone, let alone each other, I love them so much.

As you can see, I find it very difficult to ship like a normal person, and therefore I am perennially frustrated. (Other ships I have loved: Jane/Michael from Jane the Virgin; Clarke/Lexa from The 100; oh, and I wrote what I believe to be the single most popular Tony/Nebula fic in all of Avengers fandom.)

My migraine is getting better, but feel free to keep sending me meta asks!

[yanderemommabean]

Alright here’s a gay OTP Drabble

“My little Dmitri...please, look up at me. See that I do this out of love and not out of malice. You cannot fathom how hard I scoured the earth looking for you and your lovely soul. Now that I have you, I need you to look at me, look into my eyes and let me claim you as my lover again”.

Andrei curls a finger underneath Dmitri’s chin, trying to coax him to open his eyes, to let his powers bond their souls yet again. Dmitri says nothing, keeping his eyes screwed shut as he trembles beneath the demon, his blood running cold as Andrei suddenly lets his fingers drag down to the opening of his shirt.

“I remember the first time we made love. Your form was so beautiful, your human vessel twisting and moaning for more. Like a sinful symphony….”. He trails off, listening to the hitch in Dmitri’s breath as his fingers begin to tug at the fabric covering his chest. Andrei trails his fingers up and down the junction of his chest and throat, biting back a moan when he felt the pulse of his lover.

“You begged. Oh how you begged me. Your pulse was as fast as it is now, your mouth was swollen and pink from our passionate kisses. I miss those nights, where you’d tease me and provoke the beast I try so hard to keep caged”. He purrs, listening to the shaken breaths that ghosted over Dmitri’s lips.

Dmitri wanted to plead, to beg the demon to let him go and let him go home, but if he speaks, if he opens his eyes, it’s a sign he’s giving in. He won’t let this demon know he’s shaken to the core. “Ah, determined as always. You can speak love, you can let me hear your melodious voice. It’s your eyes I need to be open to finish bonding us. We’ll be connected again, and I’ll always be beside you. C’mon, open those lovey orbs for me?”.

Dmitri swallowed, feeling lips against his ear as the demon whispers lowly, hotly, as if trying to tempt him to give in. “Once we bond, I’ll make you wrecked. I’ll make your vessel a sobbing mess, covered in sweat, cum, and tears. Just open your eyes, and you can have whatever you want, whatever you desire”. His tongue traces up the crest of the trembling man, his fingers walking down his chest and crumpling up his shirt so he could feel his heated skin.

“You’re blushing? How precious. Bashful virgin this time around are we? Oh I’ll make sure your taken care of. Open your eyes Dmitri, I wish to be with my lover again, to continue the love I’ve felt all these millennia ago. Don’t fight it, you can trust me”. His fingers gently flick Dmitri’s nipples, making his mouth fall open in a gasp, his lips quivering as he stays shaking and barely standing in front of the demon.

Damn, this bastard was determined to make him crumble and give in. Dmitri tried desperately to keep his eyes closed, wishing he had the ability to just tear out his eyes and be blind. He’d rather do that than have a demon following him everywhere and forcing him to be his conquest for the rest of his life. He swallows, pressing his lips together in a line to try and stifle anymore noises, as he didn’t want to trust anything this fucker said.

For all he knew, he just needed to speak to be bonded. He didn’t want to risk it. But it was growing increasingly hard, as Andrei began to kiss down his chest, biting the valley of his hips and letting his tongue swipe up his abdomen in slow, deliberate licks. “It’s fine. I’ll get those eyes to open. For now, I’ll indulge in those noises you insist on trying to hide. Mmm, I’ll start by remarking what’s mine, and cover your lovely skin in my bite”.

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Jane the Virgin 2x13 Chapter Thirty-Five

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Stray thoughts

1) So, it happened…

Question is, is it going to last…? Or will it be over by the end of the episode, as per usual?

2) When your ship finally gets together…

3) So, Rogelio and Xiomara broke up and they’re spending the next morning together having breakfast? I truly hope this will last… 

4) I loved this ad!

Kind of seems like the trailer for a B horror movie, doesn’t it? 

5) If I needed any more reasons to not like Rafael…

6) And I like Lina 10000% more…

JANE: So you weren't drinking at work. LINA: Oh, of course I was drinking at work. But ever since they put in the new rules, I bring my own booze.

7) And the moron is back at it.

Also, I still don’t believe Rose is dead. She just can’t be. She couldn’t have been so careless as to fall for that trap.

8) Ugh, Rafael is the worst okay? Jane told him about her feelings for Michael and he just went “No” as if he had any saying in who she can or cannot date? Excuse YOU?! And he keeps saying Michael is a “bad man” or whatever but all Michael has ever done is love Jane, rescue their baby, and punch Rafael. Well, that makes him a good guy in my book. Jane does a great job of pointing out how hypocritical he is when he says he doesn’t want Michael around his family because he’s a “bad, bad man” but has zero qualms about having Petra around when she still has to prove she’s fully redeemed. Petra has done some of the shadiest things in this show, including covering up for her mother’s crimes and getting herself impregnated with Rafael’s semen without his knowing. I keep feeling Rafael always wants to have his cake and eat it, too. And you know what I say to that?

9) “It’s nice to see that now you’re single, you’re dating dad.” That is exactly what I thought! This hardly seems like a break, considering they’ve had breakfast and dinner together since they broke up. I guess they’re still processing? I think they’ll be apart for a while, but I seriously cannot fathom these two not being together. They’re this show’s endgame couple, in my eyes.

 10) Fets chips?

This kind of feels like an homage to Community’s Let’s.

11) How did I not see this one coming? Of course it’s the Moron.

And of course she’d be stealing booze and letting the help get the blame...

12) What bizarre version of Brave Heart is Rogelio filming? I NEED TO SEE IT!

I desperately need to see this time-traveling masterpiece! 

13) Is Paola Lola, the stalker? I’m calling it.

14) I really don’t understand why Michael is made out to be the bad guy because he punched Rafael – which, okay, not cool – when Rafael literally turned him and almost ruined his career on a whim because of petty jealousy AFTER Michael had rescued their son? Why isn’t Rafael the one doing the apologizing? I DON’T GET IT!

15) When my OTP finally gets back together but I need to play it cool...

Also, I really like that Jane turned to Rogelio for advice, and how they’re helping each other with their relationship issues. 

16) I CALLED IT!

17) This is some fanfiction shit and I’m here for it.

And how long did they last apart? Not even three days… I really don’t know if the writers will be able to keep these two apart. Like, I know that right now they do need some time off, but I can’t imagine them not being together or, god forbids, being with other people. 

18) Xiomara is going to break Rogelio’s heart again, isn’t she?

19) She kind of did, but not really? I mean, they had a very mature talk about how they need to actually stay apart because she is not changing her mind, which I totally respect and I’m kind of looking forward to the writers sticking to this. As a woman who has zero interest in having children, I really feel that’s a storyline that’s rarely portrayed in media. It seems as though writers do not know what to do with these women after a while, as if eventually the only way to make their lives meaningful is by having them have a family. Yes, Xiomara did have a child, but that wasn’t truly an informed choice. Now that she is mature enough to make one, she’s realized she doesn’t want to have any more children, and that is totally okay. On the other hand, I truly feel Xiomara and Rogelio belong together, so I fear the writers might have written themselves into a corner by having them have so polarizing opinions about having children. How will they reconcile if neither of them gives in and changes their mind? Does it have to be Xiomara the one who does? I don’t want her to, but at the same time, I want Rogelio to get what he wants. There must be some loophole, it is a telenovela, after all.

20) OH.

Jane didn’t ask him to, but that would be a huge sacrifice, wouldn’t it? 

21) She does look gorgeous.

22) Ugh, everything reminds her of Rogelio! It’s so sad! 

23) Rogelio is willingly giving his stalker all the intel she needs to go Misery on him and what’s going to happen to him? Do not touch my fave! 

24) OMG, I died!

25) *slow clapping*

 JANE: Michael is willing to give up his job. Does that make it okay? I didn't think so, because it's not about that. The problem is I'm choosing him. And I am choosing him. Either accept it, or don't, but if you don't, you're the one who is making it worse on our son, not me.

And I might be cold-hearted but his “I don’t want to be replaced” does not make me feel sorry for him nor do I understand him any better.

You don’t want to be replaced? Then you should go out of your way to make sure that you are indeed irreplaceable for your son. You go be with him as much as you can, you show up for everything, you change diapers, you take him to school, you play with him, you act like a father, and that’s how you won’t be replaced. Not by holding your kid hostage so that his mother doesn’t move on with someone else… Unless, of course, what he means is that he doesn’t want Jane to replace him as her partner... 

26) I guess he is making himself irreplaceable… for Petra’s children. And what about Mateo?

27) *slow clapping again*

PETRA: What happened?

RAFAEL: Excuse me? PETRA: I'm guessing Jane rejected you in some way, so now you're here? I'm not a second-class citizen, Raf. But I'm not a second choice, either. You should go.

This guy! He just cannot fathom being rejected, right? Why doesn’t he just focus on being a good father and a good man, and let the rest happen organically? He’s like a fucking ping-pong ball going back and forth between Petra and Jane, declaring his undying love to either depending on who rejected him earlier. I’m borderline hating him now. I guess idiocy runs in the family.

28) Seriously?!

29) Well, I didn’t expect them to last a single episode…

Kudos to them. I should keep count, though. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are problems in paradise in the next one. 

30) Uh-oh…

31) The scariest words he’s ever heard… 

32) That’s an interesting cliff-hanger. I’m not too scared for Rogelio, though. I think they’ll use the kidnapping as comic relief, as opposed to Mateo’s kidnapping, for instance, which was played for drama. It might serve as a cathalyst for Rogelio and Xiomara to stay together or stay apart. On another note, I’m high-key hating on Rafael now, and I’m curious to see if I could be finally swayed into not only liking but also rooting for Michael. We’ll see.

33)  Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!

[wolfqueen-is-here]

8x02 (spoilers, obviously)

1. This episode bored me more than it probably should. I know that some things happened but... nothing happened! We got some bonding, some reunions (again), some unfunny Tyrion jokes (again), a sex scene (I’ll get back to that), a bit of talking, very little politics, no fighting at all, no CERSEI (I’m starting to suspect that Lena Headey adds about 75% of charisma to GoT and without her they’re struggling at 25%, desperately trying to use Tormund and little Lyanna Mormont as substitutes.)

2. Braime was perfect, I love them to bits, I wanna know which one of them is dying. Is it Brienne, is that why she was knighted? Thanks, I hate it. I was kind of disappointed with the opening scene but that’s only because it went 98% as I expected so I was a bit underwhelmed, understandably. If a show as hyped as Game of Thrones cannot surprise me then what’s left?

3. I love Gendrya, I ship Gendrya, I loved their first scene in 8x02 but I’m not gonna lie, their sex scene was very awkward to watch for me. I don’t know why. I’m happy for my baby Arya and I know she’s been through hell, she witnessed countless atrocities and killed many people but I think in my head she’s still just that: my baby Arya. I felt like a parent forced to watch their beloved daughter lose virginity. And I was in no way prepared for that.

4. TheonxSansa was cute, lovely and heartbreaking, I love them so much! I’m slightly terrified that they are going for a Theonsa vibe - not as an endgame maybe but if Jonsa won’t happen, maybe they’d still want to give Sansa a tender love scene similar to the GreywormxMissandei scene, and please, no. I don’t want Sansa to be with Jon because I want her to be with “anyone” - I want her to be with the dumbass Jon because I think that they are in love with one another. But if I’m wrong, I don’t want them to force her into anything with anyone, really, and I don’t see her as in love with Theon (although loving him terribly, yes).

5. Jon did not exist in this episode so I’m not gonna talk about him. :D

6. I’m sorry, I know what that DanyxSansa scene was about, I truly do, and it served its purpose so well, but Sophie and Emilia have such amazing chemistry that if they kissed passionately after their talk, I’d be the first to scream “OTP!!!” at the top of my lungs. Damn, girls, you’re too precious for this world!

7. Enquiring about northern independence, you go, Sansa!

8. I’m sorry but does Tyrion even have a purpose? He’s become as useless as S7 Littlefinger. I literally forced myself to stay awake during his scenes, and half of them included Jaime so that speaks volumes.

9. My tumblr is full of Jonsas celebrating the fact that Jon brushed Dany off and avoided her, using that as a proof for their future conflict and Jon’s allegiance to Sansa/the Starks. And as much as I think this will indeed happen, my conviction isn’t based on 8x02 because isn’t this exactly what would happen even if Jonerys was an endgame? He’d distance himself emotionally and avoid her until he understands his own feelings, so this proves nothing. I’m actually super curious as to why exactly did he tell her at this exact moment? If it’s political!Jon we’re talking about, wasn’t the point to keep her in the North no matter what, lie to her and manipulate her until the threat is dealt with? Why would he risk her wrath with the dead literally at Winterfell’s gates? If he truly loved her, wouldn’t he want to wait for a better moment to spare her pain in the midst of an apocalypse? If they die, she doesn’t have to know. If they live, they’ll have plenty of time to discuss it. If it was put there only to have her freak out and flee, that’s sloppy writing if I ever saw one. Damn it, I cannot wrap my head around his timing.

10. It didn’t feel much like Bryan Cogman, I expected more.

11. I know that the Starks will survive and that’s why they don’t share any scenes save for the war council, but wtf why wouldn’t they? We had time for Aryaxthe Hound 2.0 but we still don’t have Arya and Sansa exchanging actual words with one another? Even Tyrion spends this night with Jaime. Am I supposed to believe that most of them think they’ll die but Arya goes to Gendry, Sansa sits with Theon (well, at least he’s a Stark, too), Jon keeps brooding in the crypts, and Bran’s... where exactly? Already by the heart tree? Or did I miss something? Are they even going to say good-bye to one another, you know, as a pack?

12. Idek, I don’t like this season. 4 episodes left and still - NOTHING HAPPENED. Can I have a Daensa AU instead? I think I wanna see Sophie and Emilia smooch, sue me.

[reyloner]

what Reylo fics r u cudrently reading? any u recommended?

 okay, so I’ve got a much bigger fic-rec list coming soon on some of my all time faves, but here’s a few fics that I’ve recently read that I absolutely adore.  

it takes two to tease | @holyrenperor

The Force connects them when they’re most desperate for each other.

 A lovely little one-shot, canon verse, with some feels and a grade a smut. Seriously, highly recommend anything from murakamism!

Head over feet | @ever-so-reylo

They’re not dating for real. Right?

This wonderful wip makes me all giddy and laugh out loud bc, goddamn, it’s just such an amazing au. bc WHO DOESNT love a fake dating trope with a professor/student on top of it. Like, it just… fulfils me in the best way. 

The Losers Club | @foxesdance

Rey and Ben are friends. Like. Best friends. Totally platonic. What on earth could ever change that?

This is just… so ridiculously hot and perfect in every way. Like, this fic legit made me fall in love with Ben and Rey ALL OVER AGAIN and… just damn. THE FREAKING BUILD UP TO THE SMUT – it was just genius. Many thanks to this amazing author!

Written on the Heart | @midnightbluefox

Rey Kenobi spends her days trying to focus on her classes, working at the on-campus cafe to pay off her crippling student debt, and hopefully beating irritating and entitled Ben Solo in a contest for a scholarship and writing job she’s always dreamed of.

But in her free time, she’s KiraofJakku, an online writer and member of a Discord writing group, struggling to balance her college career and passion for fiction. When she finally works up the nerve to message her favorite author and fellow Discord member, KyloRen, an unlikely friendship blooms.

One chapter in and I’m already so in love with this fic! Like, it’s lowkey an enemies to lovers BUT they already online lovers… mind blown. I’m absolute trash for it!

Boon  | @rebelrebelreylo

Three text messages changed Clyde Logan’s life forever.

Are you being harassed by a federal agent?

Does she have brown hair, horse teeth, and a stick up her ass?

Leave now, Clyde.

Okay, maybe four.The Resistance is on your side.

I’m AN ABSOLUTE WHORE for some reylogan and this is no exception. I was instantly hooked when I read the first chapter and DAMN, i cannot wait to read more. 

Dear Kylo Ren | @j-dryless

After helping a rich man out with his car, Rey receives the opportunity of a lifetime. Rey accepts, even if she’s forced to write letters by hand (who on earth still does that?!) to the enigmatic Kylo Ren.

THIS AU IS SO DAMN GOOD, LIKE. oh my goshhh, Kylo is such an ass BUT a lovable one and I’m legit cheering Rey on to roast him in her letters while also complimenting his handwriting… and Mitaka. SWEET, SWEET MITAKA NEEDS TO BE SAVED real quick. So amazing!!

The Finer Points |  @loveofescapism

Prince Ben Solo has a reputation in the country of Alderaan for being a drunk, a gambler and most importantly; a womanizer. However, when tragedy strikes, he now has to take the throne as King and find himself a wife to rule by his side. Enter Lady Rey, his childhood friend and a woman who won’t stand for any of indiscretions… or I have written a Victoria AU, with a switch up that involves Ben asking a prostitute for sex tips as he is actually a virgin and wants to please his wife to be.

I’m sorry, BUT A VICTORIA AU??? PIANO SEX?? bitch, she tickling my ivories (or is it ovaries with ben solo and dem hands on those keys?). BUT FORREAL, this is just… so damn good. Like, Prince Ben Solo so against marriage until he falls in love with Rey by one damn glance. GOD, i could legit scream about this forever! PLEASE READ AND SCREAM WITH

 Among the Ash-Heaps and Farce | @rakefiree

In the corporate world, everyone is someone else’s bitch. And, in order to climb to the top, you have to find the right master to slave away for. Dopheld Mitaka is Kylo Ren’s bitch and the bitch has chosen right.

Until one day, Rey Niima happens.

THIS FIC IS SO HEARTWARMING AND WELL LEAVE YOU SMILING FOR DAYS AND CACKLE OUT LOUD – it’s such an amazing concept that is executed perfectly, I LOVE IT with all my heart!!

Secret Admirers | @reylocalligraphy

When Rey transfers into Ben’s high school, he is instantly intrigued. Unfortunately, his fat mouth simply cannot shut up in her presence.

This fic is so amazing and heartwarming, and GOD, it totally owns my ass but… what really gets me is the absolute dedication Catey put into making this! How much research she put into the Australian education system, THE CANTEEN LINE THAT WENT ON FOR LITERAL YEARS, pizza fridays that were the reason I was broke in HS… all of it was so perfect and damnn, this fic needs to be read ASAP if you haven’t. Like, if you’re curious on an australian HS au, this is a brilliant read – believe me. 

And, you know… it also features my OTP… Ruby/Jar Jar – reyloner ain’t so lonely anymore! 

Offside | @sciosophia 

“Go on,” Ben tells her, prodding at the wound he seems to be asking her to open. Tell me the honest truth. I want to know what you think of my game. His voice, now, is soft. If it weren’t public information, she’d never have guessed he has a reputation for a temper. “There’s more to say. So say it.”

…or, Ben is the world’s most famous soccer player, Rey is the captain of the England women’s team, and they are unhelpfully attracted to one another.

Read this earlier tonight (or rather morning, bc it’s 5am whoops, time flies with fic) and just… wow. It was so spectacular – truly every word was perfect and amazing and DAMN I loved everything about it. Brought up some cool childhood memories of playing football and, wow, just… the build up to the end was incredible. Just an amazing one-shot that I SERIOUSLY recommend to everyone. 

ALRIGHT. THATS IT. IM DONE. 

but there’s a much bigger list on the way, so… get ready for some good fkn fic.