#so no matter what trope youre thinking of the answer is probably yes

[brokenmenswhore]

first | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, & sirius) x fem!reader

summary: virginity loss trope :)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), language, gender swapped dorcas cus i said so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“That’s ridiculous,” you said, body halting as the staircase began to shift beneath you, “and completely untrue.”

“Oh come on, you never do anything interesting! For your sake, it has to be true,” Sirius teased.

You turned to him, mouth open in offense. “I’m plenty interesting.”

“But not interesting enough to lose your virginity to Meadowes in the library during fourth year?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“No! It didn’t happen!” you protested, “now please, let it go.”

“How would a rumor like that even get out if it isn’t true?” James asked genuinely.

“Probably because everyone knows Meadowes has the hots for her. Bet you he started it himself,” Remus answered, distaste evident in his voice.

“Are you three done now?” you asked, whispering the common room password and letting the boys in.

“So if it isn’t true, how did you lose it?” Sirius pressed.

You looked at him stunned, eyes wide in disbelief that he would ask you something like that out of the blue.

“Absolutely not,” you said, raising a finger toward him, “I’m not playing that game.”

“Oh come on!” Sirius raised his hands and smiled, “you’re no fun.”

“Yeah, now I’m curious,” James continued on, “if not Dorcas, who?”

You sighed, placing your books down and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, turning toward them exasperated. “Why does it matter?”

“You know seventeen of the girls I’ve slept with by heart,” Sirius replied, “I’d say it’s only fair.”

“Sirius, you told me about seventeen of the girls you’ve slept with. Willingly. Without me asking. Ever,” you said, earning a laugh from James at your disgust.

They followed you up the stairs to your dorm, empty from everyone sneaking off to a party in the Ravenclaw common room that you were supposed to be getting ready for, but alas, you were late and distracted.

You sat down in front of your vanity mirror, ready to start applying makeup, when Remus placed a hand on the desk in front of you, leaning his face in close to you, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He was completely in your personal space.

“Come on, Y/N, tell us who got to fuck you first.”

Remus’ voice was low, and his breath fanned your face as he spoke. You locked eyes with him, a sigh leaving your chest that you weren’t aware you were holding in. You were nervous to have him this close.

“No one has. Sorry to disappoint. Now drop it, will you?”

Remus didn’t move. You continued to look up into his eyes, your voice a little shaky, and you didn’t know what to do. You moved to get up, but Remus caught your chin between his fingers, pulling your attention back to him. “Meaning what?”

“Did you not hear me? Cus you’re like 6 inches away from me, so if you didn’t, you need to get your hearing checked,” you said, annoyed at your current predicament, just wanting to make the embarrassing conversation end. Remus finally let you stand, but Sirius and James were right behind you, stopping you from leaving the room. You opted to sit on your bed.

“You guys are insufferable.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “So you’re-“ he trailed off.

“A virgin, yes, wow, how crazy of me. You know, it’s not that weird, you all just have a personal body count higher than everyone at this school combined. And everyone else’s body count includes you. Can we please just forget about this?” you begged.

“Such attitude,” James teased, “from such a good girl.”

“Oh, so I’m a goodie two-shoes now that you’ve all discovered I’ve never had sex?”

“Kinda, yeah,” James giggled.

“Fuck you guys,” you sighed, partially lighthearted and partially annoyed, “it was my choice. You think I couldn’t have screwed Dorcas Meadowes in the library if I wanted to?”

No one had a response. Sirius’ nostrils flared, and Remus sighed. They almost seemed… jealous? at the thought of you and someone else.

You four were ridiculously close, anyone could see that, and you would be lying if you said you haven’t thought about them in that way, but you were best friends, and you didn’t want to risk ruining that.

“You ever think about, like, just doing it?” Sirius asked.

“What?” you replied.

“Do you ever think about just saying fuck it and asking someone, like, I don’t know, one of us, to just take your virginity?”

Your breathing caught in your chest. You stared at Sirius, a million thoughts coming to your head but you couldn’t articulate any of them. You had no idea what to say.

“I mean, I’ve thought about losing my virginity, yeah, that’s normal,” you explained.

“To one of us?” Remus asked.

You could lie. You could act disgusted at the question and walk away now, or, you could tell the truth, and risk ruining your entire friendship. You could also tell the truth and potentially gain everything you wanted.

Your voice became small, your eyes watching your hands fidget in your lap, “maybe.”

The boys all exchanged a look between one another.

James was the only one who was able to pull himself together. “W-who?”

You titled your head up at him. “What?”

James sat down on the bed next to you. “Which one of us?”

You could physically see all the boys tense up, ready to be filled with either pride or jealousy. Sirius and Remus were staring daggers at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. James kept his eyes on you as well, trying to make you feel less intimidated and tense than Sirius and Remus were.

Your eyes darted between all of them, “I-“

You were evidently nervous, and Remus felt bad. He knelt on the ground in front of you, taking your hands in his own. It was the most intimate gesture you’d received from him yet. He kept his voice soft. “Angel, you don’t have to tell us, but we really want to know. I promise none of us will be too hurt. Please,” he almost begged.

You sighed. You weren’t worried because you only thought about one of them, you were worried because you were embarrassed to tell them the truth. You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “All of you.”

They were not prepared for that answer.

Remus and James stared at you and tried to process your words. Sirius was more of an “act on impulse” and “speak without thinking” kind of guy.

“Fuck off,” he said, “all of us?”

“Mhm.”

“Like at the same time?” he pushed.

“Sirius-“ Remus warned.

“No, no, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, attention back on you, “I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about losing your virginity to all three of us. At the same time. I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about us fucking you.” He was standing dangerously close to you now.

“I- I have,” you said, blush evident in your cheeks.

Sirius growled. “Remus, move.”

“Excuse me?” Remus snapped back.

“Move.”

Remus sighed and moved out of the way so that Sirius was standing directly in front of you. “You stop us if there’s anything you don’t like. Understood?”

You nodded your head, but that wasn’t enough.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you retried.

Sirius gave you a small smile before grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head up and leaning down to give you a long, intimate kiss. Once you had settled in, he deepened the kiss, his carnal desires taking over. He slowly leaned you back on the bed, your legs still hanging off the mattress, as he placed one knee next to your waist, holding himself up as he continued kissing you. When your back hit the mattress, you held the back of Sirius’s head to keep him in place.

You felt one of the boys behind Sirius, pulling your pants off and leaving your lower half nearly exposed.

Sirius flopped down on the bed next to you, still kissing you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

James slowly kissed up your thigh, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he kissed your underwear right above your heat. You gasped, but Sirius didn’t let you break the kiss.

“Sirius, come on, give her a break,” James pleaded, “I wanna hear her.”

Sirius groaned into the kiss before breaking it, looking down to James in between your legs. “Well, go on then.”

Sirius was still feral and needy, pulling your shirt over your head and ripping off your bra, immediately going to grab and kiss at your breasts. You were embarrassed at the exposure, but everyone was moving on your body so fast that you didn’t have time to think about your body being on display.

James pushed your underwear to the side and kissed your folds, causing you to squeal. This was an unfamiliar feeling, but you were growing wetter and wetter by the minute. He pushed your folds open with his tongue, licking and flicking at your clit. You whined and threw your head back. He continued his actions, peeking up at you from between your legs, watching you come apart as he ate you out like a man starved.

“Take it easy,” you heard Remus say from behind your head, “you gotta remember she’s never done this.”

James moaned into your cunt as a response, sending a shiver up your body, causing your legs to shake slightly. He kept sucking and licking circles around your bud, and you couldn’t help but grab the hair at the back of his head, pushing him closer into you.

“Good girl,” Sirius cooed from beside you, touching every exposed part of your body that he could.

As James’ tongue quickened, your whines grew louder, but you tried to tame them and save yourself further embarrassment. Remus noticed and was not happy. He grabbed your face and forced your neck to look backward at him. “Are you holding back?”

“N-no,” you said anxiously, not sure if it was the truth.

“Ah, but I think you are,” he started, “and we don’t accept that. Let us hear you.”

“But I’m emb-“

“I don’t care if you’re embarrassed. Stop holding back. Now.”

Remus’s demanding and controlling demeanor only added at the pleasure James was giving you with his mouth. You did as he said. James continued to quicken his pace, whines and moans falling from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” Remus asked.

“Yes, Rem, I-“

“No fair!” Sirius suddenly exclaimed, “if you ask her all the questions, you get to hear her moan your name. Selfish prick.”

“Are you gonna let this be about her or what?” Remus retorted.

“I am! I should be asking you the same thing, why do you always get to be in control of everything?”

They bickered back and forth for a few minutes, but the entire time, James remained focused on you. He watched from between your legs as his tongue made you squirm and moan, and he had you nearly seeing stars.

You desperately tried to tell him you were going to come, but Remus and Sirius were too busy bickering for James to hear you. You tapped at his head to signal him, and he got the message, sucking at your bud until you finally came. Your chest rapidly rose and fell as James continued to lick you until he had tasted every last drop of cum from your hole, standing up and placing a wet kiss on your lips.

“What, did you just give up?” Sirius asked when he saw James standing.

“No, idiot, she came,” James replied, “you two dickheads were too busy arguing to notice.”

Remus’s nostrils flared. “You just let us keep arguing?”

“She tried to say something!” James defended you, and partly himself.

“Baby, you ok?” Remus checked in.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“You got a little more in you?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me?”

“Mhm.”

Remus pulled his pants and boxers down and climbed on top of you, pulling your underwear completely off of you as he placed his knees on either side of your waist.

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to confirm your consent.

“Yes,” you responded.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with it being me?”

Instead of responding with words, you tilted your head up and kissed Remus, assuring him that you wanted it to be him. You would have been okay with any of the boys, but Remus was always so in control, it made sense that he would be your first. Your relationship with him was always a little less silly, and a little more intimate, than your relationship with the other two.

“Are you ready?” he checked, lining up his already hard cock at your entrance.

“Yeah,” you replied, “just- please be nice, okay?”

Remus smiled, “of course, baby.”

You nodded at him and locked eyes as he slowly pushed into you, a long gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up. His cock was bigger than you thought it would be, and it was taking you a while to adjust to his size.

“Shit, Rem,” you breathed out, “you should have warned me that you’re that fucking big.”

Sirius growled next to you, your words driving him crazy. He couldn’t help but pull out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched you.

Remus gave you plenty of time to adjust before you nodded at him, signaling that he could move. He started slowly, pushing in and out of you as an excruciatingly slow pace. It burned, and you almost told Remus to stop, but after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and the pleasure took over.

A particularly filthy moan left your lips, and Sirius cursed under his breath. James appeared behind your head, stroking your hair as Remus’s head dropped to your shoulder as he began to pick up the pace.

“Shit, baby,” he moaned, “you feel so fucking good.”

“You look so fucking good,” Sirius breathed.

“Thank you, Siri,” you cried out, causing Sirius to cum in his hand, the nickname making him lose all control.

“What a good girl,” Remus spoke, his thrusts quickening until he was causing your body to jolt upward with each hit from the force, “you’re doing so well.”

James placed a kiss on your forehead and you reached up to grab his hand for leverage. You squeezed his hand, the pleasure between your legs becoming almost too much.

“Relax, baby, you’re being such a good girl,” James said.

Remus’ breathing quickened. “You’re so tight, angel, if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m not gonna last,” he warned.

“I c-can’t help it,” you told him.

“I know baby,” he replied.

“I d- don’t know how to m- make it stop,” you said.

Remus giggled, “you don’t have to make it stop. It feels good for me.”

“Oh,” you whimpered, “that’s good.”

Remus giggled again. You were so cute, even in the middle of losing your virginity. Remus leaned down and kissed you, your lips moving in harmony as he began to pound into you. Any sense of kindness and mercy he had for this being your first time went out the window when you kissed.

Your moans grew louder and louder, and you tried to cover your mouth with your hand to quiet yourself down.

“Ah ah ah,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hand away, “none of that.”

“Rem- Rem- I-“

“I know angel, let go.”

Your high crashed over you again, your hips bucking upward to meet Remus’ final few thrusts before he came inside of you, the feeling of you squeezing him becoming too much for him to hold on. Remus stayed inside of you for a moment, watching your face as you calmed down from your high, a slight shake in your legs.

“What a good girl,” James praised, kissing your forehead.

“You okay?” Remus checked in, pulling out of you and standing in front of you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “‘m okay.”

Sirius leaned down to kiss you again. “Everything you imagined?”

“Mhm.” You were too tired to formulate complete words or sentences.

“You wanna skip the party?” Sirius continued.

“Mhm.”

“You wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”

“Mhm.” You shifted so your head was resting on Sirius’ lap as he began to stroke your hair.

Sirius smiled. “And then maybe round two.”

[pedantic-poison]

Delicious | LN4

pairing: fem sainz!reader x lando norris

genre: SMUTTTTT, 18+ MINORS DNI, p in v, fingering, light choking, use of pet names (darling, baby, sweetheart, good girl, etc), cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!!!!), language, hold the moan vibes, dirty talk, Lando being a hoe

requested: yes!

word count: 3.9k

author's note: i LOVE me some brother's best friend trope

When your older brother first joined McLaren, you were unbelievably proud of him, so, naturally, you moved heaven and earth to make it to his first race with the team. Meeting Lando, you finally understood why all of Carlos' stories from before the season started were about his new teammate, and how much he made him laugh. He was friendly to you, and kind, and had a knack for making sure you never felt out of place. He also made your chest go a little tight, but you chose to ignore that feeling. Best not to complicate things for your brother.

It's been years since you first met Lando, and you can't quite use that excuse to convince yourself you need to avoid Lando. You still try, certainly, but it doesn't really carry the weight it used to, not with Carlos at Ferrari now. Would it still be messy? Maybe. Would it be a complete shit show? ...Probably not, right?

That little tendril of doubt created just enough space for that weird feeling Lando elicited to bloom. And now, with the Summer break giving Carlos time off, he's invited Lando to your family's home, for an entire week.

"Morning," the sound of Lando's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. As if it wasn't already bad enough that he was staying in your house, now Lando had the audacity to show up in the kitchen, voice gravely from sleep, with a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low enough on his hips to show the V-line of his muscles there. Your eyes trailed up his torso, allowing yourself to indulge in his tan skin and taut muscles for just a moment, before your gaze met his. A knowing look danced across his face, eyes glinting with mischief, as he smirked at you over his mug of coffee.

"Oh, um, good morning," you coughed out, embarrassed at having been caught. "How'd you sleep?" you managed to force out.

Lando took his time, finishing his sip of coffee before answering, "Slept alright. Couldn't fall asleep for a while, for some reason, though." You couldn't quite decipher the look on his face while he said it, but he didn't give you enough time to overthink it. "You?"

Your face heated immediately at the reminder of what exactly you'd been doing last night, instead of sleeping. "F-fine, thanks." It had been four long days where Lando had made himself seemingly unavoidable. Even at night, when you could close your door to the rest of the house, and lock yourself away, your thoughts strayed back to Lando no matter what you did. Last night, the ache in your core had gotten so unbearable that you'd touched yourself to the thought of him. It seemed that even the walls of your room couldn't quite keep Lando out.

"What's got you thinking so hard over there, Sainz?"

You schooled your expression, refusing to let him throw you off balance again. "Wouldn't you like to know, Norris." The coffee mug in your hands hid your face rather well as you lifted it to take a sip, leveling him with a look that you hoped seemed like a challenge.

Pushing off the counter he'd been leaning against, Lando took a step closer to you. "I really, really would, actually."

You allowed yourself to lean in for just a moment, inhaling the smell of him, before pulling back. "Too bad." Chair legs scraping against the floor as you pushed away from the table, standing and taking your mug and book with you.

"Oh, come on! You're really gonna tease me like that?" he whined, shouting at your back as you headed up the stairs.

"Gotta make you work for it, Norris!" you called back, retreating into your room once again, giddier than you'd care to admit, and telling yourself that you'd only left because you had work to do. Certainly not because you weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to hold on with Lando under the same roof.

Just three more days.

The loud splashes and laughter from outside drew your attention away from your book, for what felt like the hundredth time in two minutes. Sighing exasperatedly, you rolled over on your bed, craning your neck up to look out of your window.

Carlos and Lando were in the pool in the backyard below you, squealing like little kids as they hit each other with water balloons. You rolled your eyes at the childish behavior, even as you fought (and failed) to keep a smile off of your lips. You heard your father's voice ring throughout the house, and Carlos and Lando must've heard it too, because they quickly dropped their makeshift weapons at the call that they needed to get cleaned up for dinner. Your parents weren't terribly strict, but even they preferred for everyone at their dinner table to be fully clothed and not dripping everywhere.

Just as you'd made your way out of your room to head downstairs, you froze, finding a sopping wet Lando Norris in the hallway. Even after you (accidentally) ogled him this morning, you couldn't manage to keep your eyes on his as you watched the way the droplets of water fell off the ridges of his chiseled chest and torso. You hadn't quite noticed how close you'd come to running into each other, barely a foot of space between you, that seemed to shrink more and more the longer you stared. And you weren't the only one. The sundress you wore hung off your body in a way that made Lando want to memorize every line and curve of it himself. Looking wasn't enough - he'd always been more of a hands-on learner, anyways. And the way the gentle breeze swirled the skirt of it around your hips and legs made him want to find out if you were wearing anything underneath it. Made him want to rip anything he found there off with his teeth.

"Hermanita! Lando! Dinner in twenty minutes!" Carlos shouted up, from the sound of it in the kitchen, most likely helping your parents like the doting son he was. Helping, unlike you. Standing in the hallway, now only inches from Lando, chest rising and falling erratically as you tried to convince yourself that you should not fuck your brother's friend and former teammate in your parents' house with your entire family downstairs.

"Twenty minutes," Lando breathed, barely above a whisper. He took a final step forward, mouth painfully close to touching yours as his spread into a mischievous grin. "I can work with that."

His lips crashed into yours, hands gripping your face delicately as he did so, moving only after yours landed in his hair. Lando finally, finally, got his hands on those hips that had been torturing him, tempting him, for years, squeezing as he pulled you into him. Your fingers raked through his curls, tugging gently as you pushed him backwards into your room. He went willingly, grinning into the kiss at your enthusiasm as you kicked the door shut behind you, letting you take charge for the time being and falling to the bed when the backs of his knees hit it, hands dragging down your thighs as he went. For a moment, you paused, taking in the way Lando was looking up at you. Adoring. Reverent. Hungry.

His hands on your thighs urged you forward to straddle him, sliding his grip up your back to pull your torso flush with his. "God, these fucking tits," he groaned, squeezing you harder into his chest before sliding his hands around to your front, cupping them harshly. Through lidded eyes, you watched his hands, large, nimble, and veiny, knead your breasts while he hummed appreciatively, unable to look away from your chest for even a moment. "Been waiting to get my hands on you for so long, sweetheart," he heaved, speaking into your skin as his lips trailed over your exposed chest, just under your collarbone, punctuating the statement with a final, firm squeeze of your tits.

Before you could finish the whine building in you at the loss of his hands, Lando had yanked down the flimsy straps of your sundress, allowing your tits to spill out over the neckline. Lando swears he could come from that sight alone. "You're so gorgeous," he muttered, more to himself than to you, before looking back into your eyes, "so fucking gorgeous." His lips found yours again, stealing your breath as one hand reached up to ghost over your nipple, already sensitive and hardening from the cool air in your room, while the other lowered to rest on your waist, gently urging you to rock your hips against him at your own pace. "So," his kisses now landed on your jaw, "so," your neck, "beautiful. I think it might actually kill me," gently nipping at your pulse point before soothing the tender skin with his tongue.

Your breath had grown shallow from the attention he paid to your neck and chest, hitching as he tweaked your nipple just right, almost harsh enough to be painful but light enough to make you crave more. But what caused your breath to quicken was the feeling of Lando under you. Those strong, muscled thighs, bracketed by your own, felt so firm you couldn't stop your mind from wondering how they would feel if you ground yourself against them. The way they tensed as he moved, or restrained himself from moving as he tried to let you set the pace, felt so delicious against your thighs and through layers of fabric, you can't imagine how they would feel flexing against your core. Delicious as those thoughts were, they would have to wait for another time, because nothing was more tempting than the press of his hard cock against you, straining at the material of his swim trunks, the remaining water of the pool dampening your already wet panties.

"Shh, sweetheart, we've got to be careful," Lando startles you, the hand that had been on your tits gently closing over your mouth, and only then did you realize just how much noise you'd been making. Your cheeks heated at the realization, feeling your breath catching in your throat, rapid and uneven, whimpers and whines and a whole host of other, embarrassing sounds trapped beneath the firm press of Lando's large hand. You were so worked up that even that thought, the sheer size of his palm against you, how those thick, nimble fingers would feel between your thighs, made you whine louder, hips speeding up as you sought some kind of friction. Lando's eyes darkened as you ground yourself onto him, harder, faster, hand tightening around your waist and thighs flexing underneath you. He was holding back, you could tell, his restraint hanging by a thread, and every move you made threatened to fray that thread to its breaking point.

You wanted to make him snap.

There would be another time to savor this, to take your time, to memorize every inch of him, later.

You raised one of your hands from his broad shoulders, gripping the hand that covered your mouth and tapping twice. Immediately, Lando removed his hand, eyes filling with concern that he'd done something wrong, but before he could ask you were already whining again.

"Please, Lan," you begged, hips pressing down as harshly as you could manage. "Need you so bad, please, please," your voice was thin and breathy, and if you weren't nearly delirious from finally having this, having him, within your grasp, you might've been embarrassed by it. "Don't tease me, I c - can't take it."

Lando's head fell back with a groan, making no effort to silence himself as he did with you. "Fuck, darling, you want me that much, huh?" You nodded eagerly, hips continuing their grind as you felt Lando's cock twitch beneath you. "Such a desperate little thing, aren't you?" he asked, latching his mouth on the flesh of your breast, sucking a harsh mark into the delicate skin. Low enough that your family wouldn't be able to see, you realized, but dark enough that you'd have a reminder of him on your skin for the next few days. The thought made you flush with heat. The sudden bite of Lando's teeth on your tit shocked you out of your haze. "I asked you a question, sweetheart."

You blinked down at him, bleary eyed, "W-what?"

His grin was wicked as he looked up at you, "Aw, poor baby's already going cock dumb and I haven't even fucked you yet." Your cheeks heated, and he didn't give you the time to gather yourself enough to formulate a comeback. "I asked if you were a desperate little thing for me? You desperate for me to fuck you stupid, darling?"

A whine escaped your lips, unbidden, at his words, and the look in his eyes told you he wouldn't let you deny its cause. "God, yes, Lan, yes I'm so desperate for you, want you to fuck me so bad, I - fuck -"

The sensation of his fingers sliding your thong to the side scrambled your brains again, scattering any thoughts you'd managed to gather. The rough, calloused pad of his thumb brushed over your clit, and your body rocked violently into his hold, chasing the pleasure. "Keep talking to me, sweetheart, tell me what you want. Tell me all the filthy things my pretty little girl wants me to do to her," he whispered into your ear, lips going back to attacking your neck.

"W-want - want you to - ah- fuck me with your fingers, think about those p-perfect hands all the - fuck - t-time, want your thick fingers in me before you fuck me, Lando," you moaned out, pushing through even though your whines threatened to interrupt you.

"Good girl," he purred, sliding his middle finger through your folds, moaning into your neck at the feel of you. "So fucking wet f'me, darling, fuck," his left hand tweaked your nipple, as his right slowly sank a finger into you. The sound he let out was almost animalistic as he felt you clenching around him, reacting to the stretch that even one of his fingers made you feel. "Holy shit, you're so tight, baby," he lifted his head to be level with yours, wanting to watch your face as he touched you. "How am I gonna fit my cock into this tight little pussy of yours if you can barely take one of my fingers?"

The only answer you could give him was a needy moan, one that had his left hand going back up, not to cover your mouth, but to rest on your throat. "Shh, remember, sweetheart, you don't want your parents to hear us, do you?"

You shook your head fiercely, but immediately lost your train of thought again as Lando began to pump his finger in and out of you, slowly to let you adjust. His thumb landed firmly back on your clit, and the way he curled his long, thick fingers had him reaching a spot inside of you you'd never managed to reach before.

"What else do you want me to do, darling? Don't tell me you've already gone brainless? I've barely gotten started with you."

"Want more, Lan, want you to stretch me with your fingers so you can fuck me, want to feel you - oh, god," you barely managed to catch yourself before you screamed at the feeling of Lando pushing another finger into you. Even though he was aided by your wetness, Lando slowed his pace as he let you adjust again, easing into you as gently as possible as he maintained his circles on your clit.

"Want to feel me what, sweetheart?" he encouraged, curling his fingers to that same spot, this time hitting it hit his index and middle fingers and making your brain short circuit.

"Want to - Lan - w-want, I, fuck," you babbled, head falling to the crook of Lando's shoulder as you struggled for words.

"Come on, now, darling, be a good girl and tell me what you want. You do want to be a good girl f'me, don't you?" He chuckled lightly at how quickly you nodded, head staying buried in his neck.

"I- I want t-to feel you in me, feel your cock in me, feel you stretch me out with it, f-feel you fill me up - stuff me full with you, with your cum, leave me dripping with it."

The hand on your throat tightened harshly, briefly, before both of Lando's hands were off you and working on his swim trunks. "Jesus christ, baby, you've got a dirty little mouth on you. Such a perfect fucking girl for me, darling, such a dirty little thing, god you're perfect," he mumbled the praises into your mouth, stopping every so often to kiss you tenderly, hungrily, as his hands made quick work of the tie on his swim trunks, pulling them down enough to let his cock spring free. Your eyes widened involuntarily at the sight of it slapping against his stomach, the hard muscles of his abs and the red, leaking tip of his cock mesmerizing you.

You lifted your hips, allowing Lando to yank you closer to him until you hovered just over his cock, both of your hands bracing against his shoulders as one of his went under your dress to guide his cock through your folds.

"You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please Lan, please, ple-"

You had to cover your mouth with your own hand this time, the stretch of his cock making your eyes water, tears springing from them. Lando stared straight into your eyes as he sank you down onto his cock, bottom lip trapped between his teeth in a feeble attempt to silence himself. Both of his hands landed on your hips, gripping harshly as he held himself back from fucking up into you right away.

"God, baby you're so tight, you have such a perfect little cunt," he panted, eyes fixed on yours, not wanting to miss a single expression on your face. Finally, he bottomed out, the slow glide of his cock in you heavenly, fingers flexing against you as he forced himself to be patient.

A weak whimper left you despite the hand over your mouth as you slowly rose up, dropping harshly back onto Lando's cock and digging in your fingers at the sensation.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Lando ground out, hips bucking slightly up into you as you sank back down on him again.

It didn't take long for your legs to begin to shake, pace faltering as you grew tired. "Lando," you breathed out, head nestled in the crook of his neck again.

"Yes, darling?" His voice was thin, reedy, telling you he was just as affected as you were, even if he was better at hiding it.

"Can't - can't," your own gasp interrupted you as the head of Lando's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. "Too tired, need you to - god."

Lando chuckled, chest rumbling underneath your forehead, "You need me to do it for you, baby? You already too fucked out to move?"

"Please," you whined, unable to muster any embarrassment at the desperation in your voice. He knew he did this to you. Why bother trying to hide it?

Something in your neediness got to him, hands sliding up to your waist and squeezing as he gave himself a better hold on you. "That's a good girl. Don't worry, sweetheart, I've got you."

He lifted you off his cock, before slamming you back down onto him, hips fucking up into you harshly. The feeling of him manhandling you with ease was nearly enough to make you come on its own, but that combined with the way he kept hitting that spot inside of you, over, and over, and over again? You were so close you felt like you were going to explode.

And Lando knew it, too. Could tell from the way your hands scrabbled for purchase on his muscular shoulders, the way your head went limp on his shoulder as you gave him complete control over your body, from the way you clenched around him, and when he dropped one of his hands to graze a thumb over your clit as he fucked up into you, you were helpless to do anything but collapse into his embrace as you rode out your high.

Lando continued to hold you up by your waist, limbs sluggish and heavy, as he chased his own high, spurred on by your whimpers of overstimulation. But what finally pushed him over the edge was the sound of your voice, wrecked and fucked out, whispering weakly in his ear, "Please, Lando, please fill me up."

He came with a groan that he tried to bury in your neck, nipping lightly at the skin as he came down, chest heaving and moving you with it since you still hadn't managed to regain control of your own body just yet. The feeling of him painting your walls made you whimper, unintentionally clenching around him again, which elicited a deep groan from him.

"You keep squeezing me like that, darling, and you're gonna get me hard again."

You giggled, which earned you a playful swat on the ass from Lando, chuckling along with you as he stroked your cheek tenderly, admiring you in your post-orgasm haze.

"Lan-"

"Dinner is ready! Hurry up and get down here, we're starving!" The sound of your brother's voice jolted both of you out of your stupor, matching looks of panic on your faces.

Before you could say anything else, Lando whispers, "We're talking about this later tonight, sweetheart." Placing a kiss on your cheek, Lando lifts you off of him, hissing at the feeling, and setting you on your bed next to him before getting up and running across the hall to his room.

After you managed to muster the strength to move, you quickly fixed your dress, trying to make sure that your face and hair weren't dead giveaways for just having had the best sex of your life. You rushed downstairs, blaming your breathlessness on having run to dispel your mother's concern, and sat down quickly, trying to avoid any questions about what had taken you so long.

A few seconds later, Lando joined you, sitting across from you, eyes burning into you in a way that made you shift in your seat. That turned out to be a huge mistake, because just as your brother passed you the salad, Lando's cum leaked out of you as you realized belatedly that not only had you not cleaned up, but you hadn't even put your panties back on. You froze, quickly shifting back and squeezing your thighs together in an effort to stop him from seeping out of you, and miraculously, none of your family seemed to notice.

But the way your eyes widened told Lando exactly what had happened.

When your parents asked how the dinner was, you stammered out some poor excuse of a response, not really knowing how to speak to your family with Lando's cum dripping out of you.

Lando shot you a wicked grin, winking quickly enough that no one else saw it, and stared right into your eyes as he answered.

"Delicious."

[pomefioredove]

May I please have a sugar cookie, order number 15, with sprinkles & chocolate chips?

I'm super excited I came in time for this event, I adore your blog & am excited to see what comes of this.

(Pardon me as I cross my fingers in hoping to get one of my babygirls or just one of my faves)

—🐈‍⬛

you get one of MY babygirls. praise mana-sama for helping me through requests today

order #15, sugar with sprinkles and chocolate chips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ unlike yourself

tropes: hurt/comfort, fake dating characters: rook additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, short and sweet, probably ooc

It's strange, you think.

Rook Hunt, the mysterious, distant vicewarden, loved you more in an evening than anyone else had in months.

Only an act. You had to remind yourself of that, every time he squeezed your hand or pulled you closer to him.

Every time he whispered something silly in your ear, every time he kissed the back of your hand. Only an act.

"I could write a thousand poems of you, mon amour, and never become bored of it,"

At some point, you had stopped looking at the others. You had forgotten they were there altogether.

It's only an act.

It felt like a fairytale, glittering, iridescent and silver, yet one that still ended at midnight in rags and pumpkin seeds.

You didn't want to think about that.

That by sunrise, the event would be over, and you would be back to your life. Back to your drafty dorm and secondhand clothes, back to your cold, lonely mornings. Back to yourself.

Back to the person you so hated.

Rook made you feel something unlike yourself. You were someone beautiful to him, someone interesting, someone loveable, someone worth teaching to dance, no matter how many times you stepped on his toes.

He only smiled.

You had asked him to be your date, to lie with you, to act with you, to prove to everyone that you were that someone, so unlike yourself, that you were beautiful and interesting and loveable, and worthy.

It had been your request. Just two hours, you said, and now you selfishly want more. You want years.

You want to make him feel the way he makes you.

"Your eyes are watering," Rook whispers, holding your face and drying your tears with the gentle touch of his gloved thumbs.

"Why are you sad, mon ange?"

You can't tell him. It's only an act. It's only an act. You want him to stay. He can't. He won't.

You can't ask him to stay.

"You are tired," he says, smiling sweetly, his cupid's bow curving. "Let's get you home, Trickster."

He's right, of course.

And you don't want to leave, you don't want to lose something on the velvet steps of the dorm, but you do, for him.

He walks you back to Ramshackle himself. He tucks you in bed and makes you something warm to eat since you both know the silver-plated hors d'oeuvres weren't enough.

You don't want to close your eyes. But he asks you to sleep, and you do, for him.

And so you wake up in your drafty dorm and your secondhand clothes in a bed that isn't really yours, feeling like yourself again.

But today, on this cold morning, he's sitting with you, and it isn't lonely.

"Oh, Trickster," he whispers, leaning over your, holding your face and gazing at you with something like softness.

"You did not have to ask me to stay. The answer is always yes."

And he kisses, again and again, your lips, your cheeks, your nose and head. He kisses that person, the one in rags, the messy one, the lonely one, you. He kisses you. He wants you.

And you think, perhaps this person, this yourself, isn't so bad.

Rook loves them, after all.

[1-800reki]

❝random Osamu D. headcanons! ❞

Summary: Silly little headcanons with Dazai :3

Pairings: Dazai x gn reader

a/n: I don't really know how to write Dazai correctly so apologies if he's mischaracterized 😔

• Before you started dating he most definitely tried to act mysterious to try and attract you.

• It was the trope of he fell first and he fell harder.

• If you don't respond in less than 10 seconds he'll spam you.

D: 'heyy prettyy'

D: 'why aren't you responding.'

D: 'HEY'

D: 'fly low pretty 🦍(I couldn't find the dove)'

Your Initial: 'I WAS SLEEPING'

• He would spam you with random videos. Mostly ones he would find funny but it's depressing.

• If you were shorter than him he would constantly make jokes about it. If you're taller he still makes jokes about it.

• Teases you constantly.

• He annoys you whenever you don't give him enough attention. You could be doing important work and he'll be at your side.

Dazai: "Are you done yet? This is so boring!"

Y/n: "I just started. Wait like 30 minutes."

• He would kind of stop his suicide attempts. He'd still attempt but keep it to a minimum to not worry you as much.

• Would ask you to do a double suicide and you change your answer every time just to tease him.

• In a modern au he would put in his bio 'captured by this creature' with your @.

• Whenever you both go on walks and encounter a dog he will stare down the dog before pulling you to continue walking.

• He loves you but if you want a dog he would convince you not to get one since he dislikes them.

• You would have to drive everywhere since he's a reckless driver. Do not trust him behind the wheel.

• You keep him in line. Kunikida has your number on speed dial just in case Dazai slacks off.

• You are Kunikida's favorite person because you keep Dazai in check.

• Because of how people think of Dazai, they would expect him to be overprotective and possessive. But he's COMPLETELY THE OPPOSITE. He doesn't care if you stay out at night or who you're around, because he knows you're loyal . But if shit goes down expect him to be there in a second.

• Dazai is one sarcastic man. Like if you see him going to the bathroom and you ask "are you going to the bathroom?" he'll say "no, I'm going to the shed to bury Chuuya. YES IM GOING TO THE BATHROOM."

• If you were sad he'd probably say something stupid like "turn that frown upside down bbg"

• Dazai sings and hums when he's not paying attention , and you've definitely seen it a couple of times.

• At first you two were no labels but now he's super proud to be with you.

• If you had any insecurities he would always say he found you to be breathtaking no matter what.

• To be fair, he probably doesn't find PDA as an issue. If you intertwined your hand with his, he wouldn't find it as a big deal. He doesn't mind kisses in public either. (RAHHHHJHH)

• His favorite spots to kiss you would be the forehead, lips and your hands.

• If he were to take you on a date it would either be a restaurant or a at home movie night.

• He gossips with you. You have any sort of drama from work or friends? He's sitting with you listening to everything. Especially on spa days you insist you both have.

Y/n: "Then she found out her husband was sleeping with her co worker."

Dazai: "I knew something was up."

[comicaurora]

What are your thoughts on guardians vol.3? (If you have watched it) I went into it, expecting it went to the garbage like the rest of the mcu, but I was pleasantly surprised by its creativity, trope subversion, and how it wrapped up the previously unresolved arks of its characters.

That's what I've heard!

The thing is, Guardians 3 could be the most transcendent work of cinema ever made, and I'd probably still feel little to no motivation to watch it at this point. It's not Guardians's fault - it's just suffering from the same problem that superhero comics have been struggling with for decades: no matter how good an individual arc or run is, absolutely nothing good lasts or matters in the long term, and the stories are shaped in such a way that "the long term" is the only thing anyone gets to build towards.

Whenever I complain about the MCU I get a handful of people loudly complaining about my complaining, with the general thesis that if I don't like it I shouldn't watch it or talk about it - if I'm not having fun, just stop engaging with it. And the thing is, I have. I am intellectually interested in why this massive franchise is fumbling the bag so hard, which is why I still check in on it sometimes, but I've long since stopped turning to the MCU for uncritical entertainment. And even the good movies or shows with a lot of interesting ideas - good character arcs, fun concepts, interesting planting for future payoff - don't draw me in anymore, because they're hooked into a massive moneymaking machine that will scrap and squander anything if they think it'll make them more in the quarter. It doesn't matter how good the writing is, because the writers are not allowed to tell a complete, finished story, and they have no control over what happens to their characters outside of their own script.

Captain America's arc was set up from literally minute one to answer one burning question at the core of his character: does a world without a war still need Captain America? After that incredibly basic tee-up at the end of First Avenger, half a dozen movies failed to come up with a reason to say "yes," and now Steve is retired for good after getting fumbled through four different storylines that couldn't even pretend that they needed him (the unused Chekhov's Phone from the end of Civil War still haunts me). The foundational arc of his entire character never happened because nobody bothered to keep track of it past a single movie.

Taika did something interesting with Thor in Ragnarok - take away Mjolnir, force him to recognize what it means to be the god of thunder, give him a very Odin-y missing eye - and the very next movie undid all of it. Just kidding, never mind, here's an eye and a new weapon and also his old weapon again, and in one more movie we're even gonna give him his hair back, probably as an apology for all the completely unironic fatphobia we're gonna slather him in for two and a half hours. I'm not even surprised Love And Thunder was such an overblown mess that barely took itself seriously - why would Taika bother trying to give Thor another arc when the powers that be will just roll it back in six months anyway?

I hear Rocket Raccoon has a fantastic arc in this movie. That's great, and demonstrates that he's being written by a writer that deeply cares about him. But he's part of the MCU, and the MCU doesn't let anything end, so if current patterns hold, Rocket is going to continue to serve as quippy plushie-bait for the next dozen movies and none of that depth is going to come through in the long term. Hell, since they're making Kang noises for the Next Big Threat and Kang's entire gimmick is rewriting timelines, literally none of this is guaranteed to matter. By next year, it might not have even happened anymore.

The MCU has successfully shaped itself into a paradigm where the bright spots of good writing are overridden and lost as soon as the writers room turns over, and that makes it really hard for me to muster up the enthusiasm to watch even a really good movie that's locked into the exact same grist mill as everything else. I'm glad people liked it, I hope it gets to stay good this time - I just have no desire to watch it.

[mytalemyworld]

I want this jealousy trope to end asap. Because it's neither romantic nor funny and I really didn't like how Cihan was written. It's horrible. Horrible.

Uğur doesn't make any sense which makes it hard what to think about him. His motives are unclear, as soon as he saw Alya, he started flirting with her which is weird, because he doesn't know her enough to like her. So, the writer wants us to not get angry at Cihan because Uğur is so weird however it doesn't matter what his motives are, the problem is how Cihan behaves towards Alya because of this matter and it needs to stop. Really. I am really so done with this shit. I couldn't even enjoy most of Cihan & Alya scenes, it left a bad taste in my mouth.

And after having watched the most tasteless scenes, they gave this:

Alya: Leave it, I'll do it. Cihan: You be careful. I'll take care of it, your hand might get cut. Alya: Your hand might get cut too, please. Cihan: Alya! For God's sake, let my hand get cut, so what? You're the doctor, you need your hand, but I don't.

It's not only because she's a doctor…and she noticed it too.

and this:

I thought he was in love with her, but no, he's madly in love with her. Without a doubt. He teared up just because of the thought that they might divorce. He can not bear to lose her and this is not a joke, not an exaggeration. He simply can not.

and this:

The whole trial scene was full of angst -even for someone like me who love angst, this show can make me rank all of my angsty ships again- and it's just…well I don't know what to say. This is probably the longest speech he has ever made and she was shocked to the core. He is in love, yes, but he can not even hold himself anymore, he is that desperate. I know we already watched he made a confession in the fragman "I…love her.", but before that part, he explained what he really thought about Alya, owned his mistakes, accepted he hurt her unintentionally and then he just said he loved her looking her in the eyes…it was so daring. He could deny and say he said it because this was the only way to convince the judge that he really wanted to continue this marriage…however they both felt that it was real, she got shocked, he looked thoughtful but not regretful…because his heart knows the answer now.

I mean...this show has a very good potential but I think I can not fully enjoy it as long as he is written like that.

[rosyandraw]

Hey Holly, going anon because I’m scared this is a weird ask…

Since you’re so good at writing angst I was wondering if you’ve ever considered writing bdsm gone wrong in any of your stories? Like both characters not really knowing what they’re doing and someone ends up hurt mentally or even physically. Lots of overthinking, misunderstandings, etc. Or maybe you hate that and it’s just too much? Feel free to say if so.

I really do love observant Damen so maybe it’s hard to make it work with Damen/Laurent but I find myself hunting for this trope a lot. Ik there’s not really any bdsm in canon but I think there’s a lot of moments in the trilogy where we could sense Laurent had certain thoughts or fears about sex and didn’t say anything (maybe that’s just my interpretation). Also maybe I relate to wanting to please someone at my own detriment so I wanna read about my fav characters doing it and cry.

I like the angst that it brings and watching it all get pulled slowly back together. I think it just makes the happy ending that much better. And there does HAVE to be a happy ending lol.

I hope this ask makes sense 😅 I guess I’m really just wondering if you like that trope (is that the word for it?) If you’ve ever held yourself back from writing it because you didn’t know how it would be received?

I’m sorry this ask is so long and random lol.

Hey my love, don't apologise, I love this kind of ask, don't be scared, I'm so balls out you can literally ask me anything, I promise my head and real life is weirder haha. There's no such thing as too much here!

And I could talk about BDSM all day long. Especially with Damen/Laurent.

To answer your question bluntly: yes.

Yes, I have considered it. Like a hundred times. BDSM takes place in the mind first and foremost, the sex is a small part of it and for a lot of people not a part of it at all. So BDSM "going wrong" -or safewording out, pushing too far, it not hitting for one or both/all- is kind of inevitable at some point, especially if those involved are misinformed or new to the scene or aren't communicating properly. Plus there are different issues that come with different dynamics. Is it strictly a BDSM relationship? Do they play with other people? Do they have romantic partners? Is it a 24/7 dynamic? If it's monogamous and committed how do they work it into their real life (esp if set in canon)

So yes, big fat yes I love this idea.

I love observant Damen too but I would only write something this intensive for Damen/Laurent so unfortunately if you're thinking of a different pairing I probably won't be writing that lmao

I do think it could work with Damen/Laurent though tbf, i'm thinking about Damen in the baths in book 1 where Laurent manipulates him and he doesn't recognise Laurent isn't flirting (because Laurent did want Damen to think it was sexy but he was also not into it, you know?) That Damen could make some mistakes.

So could a Damen who trusts Laurent to be honest with him... only to be gutted when Laurent wasn't and ended up getting hurt because of it.... you know?

And tbh no matter how observant or in-tune with someone you are shit happens. You can get carried away, Dom-space isn't talked about nearly enough tbh. There's so much I want to write about it, like, weaving in and bastardising my own experiences, to give it a sprinkle of reality haha

But yes I agree about Laurent, pretty sure I wrote a whole lengthy canon-sub-Laurent-meta on here some time ago lmao so I definitely read him that way too and definitely have 10000 thoughts on what Laurent is thinking. I'm not projecting... lmao

But yes, I am a HEA girly, and yes, this does make a lot of sense and it's crazy because I've been thinking about it a lot.

I have NO idea how it would be received, but then I thought ATKH would be badly received and people have been very kind, so I am a terrible judge and I don't let perception stop me from writing what I want to write.

My only thing I keep getting stuck on is canon or modern?

Like, terminology/apparatus/acts and stuff would be so much better in a modern verse but there is something so enticing from a character study POV about canon verse haha

Do you have a preference?

Also thank you for thinking I write angst well, I appreciate it 💕💕

[infiniteeight8]

https://www.tumblr.com/infiniteeight8/779141913875005440/stephen-finding-out-about-magic-in-the-unhinged?source=share Okay I found this outcome so interesting. This alternative universe and what Tony did reminds me of the movie The Time Machine. I don't know if you have watched it but basically the protagonist can't change a major event not matter how many times he tries. And I want to know your input on this; the idea that a major event is unchangeable, it could vary but it will always happen. In this case Stephen's accident, not necessarily a car accident happening or he injuring his hands but one accident and a life changing injury happening. Point aside, I feel TAO's plan wasn't to convince Stephen in that right moment and bring him with her but made herself/the mystic arts known? More like implanting a seed on Stephen's mind.

I have not seen The Time Machine (is it based on the novel by H.G. Wells?), but I have all kinds of thoughts about time travel and what that means for destiny / fate and free will. I am at risk of going off on a tangent, here. LOL. But I will resist!

Uh, fair warning that some of my phrasing below gets a little intense. It is not aimed at you! This is super interesting question and I had fun answering it. Thank you for sending it!

I don't know if you've watched Marvel's What If...?, but in the first season they actually reference the concept you're talking about--in that series, instead of Stephen losing his hands, Christine dies in the car accident and that's what triggers his interest in the mystic arts. He tries over and over again to save her, but her death is a "fixed point in time". It's an interesting concept!

It's also one I absolutely hate with a burning passion. Not in the sense of, "Oh, I hate stories that use this trope for X and Y reasons," though. I actually have quite enjoyed some very interesting stories that play with the idea that the way time works means that it's not possible to change the future. I think that 12 Monkeys (1995 movie starring Bruce Willis and Brad Pitt) did a particularly interesting treatment of it.

No, my hatred for the idea is purely due to personal philosophy and comes from the fact that "fixed points in time" inherently and unavoidably means that free will isn't real. That our choices don't matter because things are always going to go down a particular path. I reject that notion. It is fundamentally incompatible with what I value about life.

For that reason, I am not interesting in writing a story which features fixed points in time. Nothing is unavoidable. Extremely fucking difficult to avoid, yes. Unavoidable, no. I won't say I'll never write one, because things happen, but I absolutely do not want to.

This is a bit of a spoiler for future Unhinged Time Travelling Tony stories (assuming anyone prompts more of it), but here we go: This Stephen is never going to become a sorcerer. Tony went back in time to preserve Stephen's life as a surgeon, and he succeeded. That's not going to change. (I am undecided on Tony's future as Iron Man.)

As for why TAO showed up... Well, it was probably something of a Hail Mary. She didn't know how firmly Stephen would reject the Mystic Arts, and she figured she had to try. She was a little surprised just how intense his opposition was, but we can't really blame her--she didn't actually know him before his accident, in either timeline.

[steddieunderdogfics]

This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @emryses! emryses has 15 fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and all of them are in the Steddie tag!

@lady-lostmind recommends the following works by @emryses:

MEMORIA (series)

TIMESTAMP: April 10, 1989

deep in, under my skin

"I had the pleasure of working with them in the Steddie Big Bang 23' and absolutely fell in love with the fic they were writing for it. I was hooked from the little snippet I read during claims and wasn't disappointed in the slightest when I got to read the rest, and the same goes for all their other work I've read." -- @lady-lostmind

Below the cut, @emryses answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I love smacking the Ken dolls together and making them kiss. But for real, I had been a (very) casual fan of Stranger Things since around Season 2, but there was something so infinitely intriguing about Steve and Eddie that I couldn’t help but be drawn to them from the second S4 part 1 aired. Then the BTS pictures came out of what would eventually be the “Don’t’cha big boy?” scene and it was sort of just a slow descent into a sprint to madness from there. I love that surface level, these two don’t look like they should work but somehow they just do. So I love making them fall in love again and again. Each fic I write is a pocket universe where these boys eventually look at each other and say, “Yes, I choose you” and I think that’s beautiful.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

Mutual Pining 100%. I love when a fic makes you ache before they get to the juicy romance of it all. Bonus points if they’re fucking the entire time they’re pining.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

I’ve noticed over time that most of my fics involve a miscommunication of some sort. I just love putting these boys in Situations—anything that makes them a little bit messy. I love a good fight and a resolution: Friends with Benefits to Lovers, Situationship to Lovers, I Gave You A Hand Job Once and Now We’re Lovers (But We Don’t Know it Yet). They are Idiot4Idiot, always.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

One that I return to quite often is the other hand knocking by greatunironic. I don’t often read Historical AUs, but if I could recommend one I would recommend this one. There is a monologue Eddie says in the final chapters that has stuck with me. If I ever could do a podfic, I think it would be this one.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

I would love to write a true AU one day. I tend to stick in my safe zone of Canon or Canon Divergence, I think I might find the limitations it has to be comforting. Alternate Universe fics (true ones like Modern AU, or Historical AUs, etc.) feel so scary and daunting to me, no matter how much I love them.

What is your writing process like?

Writing is a true hobby for me, I have to admit I don’t feel like I have a real “process” and I recognize I probably make it harder for myself than I probably have to. I sort of throw words in a doc until something sticks, fics are usually thought of with a general concept or sometimes even a specific scene that comes to me and then I build out the fic from there. Sometimes it happens fast but most of the time it happens fairly slow. I’ll read, and reread, and edit and add more until it’s done. There’s a madness about it I can’t quite explain, I don’t really know how I get anything posted at the end of the day.

Do you have any writing quirks?

I enjoy putting through lines in most of my fics, something I consider to be a Universal Truth across all my Steves and Eddies, etc. Like I said before, I consider them all to be pocket universes, and they’re mostly lighthearted, silly things. Like that Steve enjoys WHAM! and Eddie hates that he enjoys WHAM!, or that Steve had a totally unrequited crush on Jonathan Byers (whether he knows it or not). They’re like little easter eggs, something I don’t think anyone but myself has really noticed, but they make me happy. Also, I've never once written something chronologically: I hop around to different points and different scenes the whole time. Sometimes I’ll have the end of the fic written before even the middle of it exists.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

What typically happens is I have every intention of finishing the fic and then starting to post it, but I will get 80-90% done writing it and end up posting the first chapter as motivation to get to the end. I do, however, prefer to wait until I’m done writing everything before starting to post when I can (especially because of the aforementioned chaotic writing & non chronological habits.)

Which fic are you most proud of?

It would feel wrong if I didn’t mention you looking at me, looking at you (affectionately referred to as YLAM.) It was my first multichapter for Steddie, and I posted it in the height of Steddie Summer ‘22, essentially in real time of finishing chapters. Though I might not think it’s the best of the best of my writing, I also don’t think it’s bad (actually reread bits of it a few weeks ago and was pleasantly surprised about how much I enjoyed it lol). It holds a very, very special place in my Steddie heart; I made so many new fandom friends (and a mini YLAM army, iykyk) while writing this fic.

How did you get the idea for MEMORIA?

Memoria was first thought of back in January 2023. I had the thought of writing an Eddie-centric fic based around the idea that he was taken into Witness Protection after the events of S4. I’m a lover of angst, and it felt like a delicious area to dive into. I also wanted to write an aged up Steddie, since at that point I had been writing them mostly at their canon ages, MEMORIA allowed me to do a bit of a time jump. Funnily enough, I originally thought it would be an Eddie POV thing, but Steve apparently had a lot to say.

When writing MEMORIA, what was something you didn’t expect?

I didn’t expect it to be so damn long, I truly thought it was going to be around 30k—and then I had written 30k and the fuckers hadn’t even kissed yet. It also originally in my mind was going to be a much darker sort of fic—I was toying around with going deeper with substance abuse for Eddie, something that is lightly hinted at in the Eddie companion fic, strange what desire will make foolish people do. In the end I was shocked about how much lighter the whole thing felt.

What inspired TIMESTAMP: April 10, 1989?

TIMESTAMP was written for @steddiemicrofic’s 1 year of Steddie Microfic challenge to write something using 1,111 words. I took it very seriously and said to myself, what is 1,111 days from March 27, 1986? (The answer may shock you.)

What was your favorite part to write from TIMESTAMP: April 10, 1989?

I’ll be the first to admit I’m not a concise writer, so writing TIMESTAMP was a challenge to fit within the steddiemicrofic word count. But when you do widdle it down, or up, to that word count it is immensely satisfying to know you told a whole story within a limited amount of words.

How do/did you feel writing deep in, under my skin?

I loved it! For someone who loves Eddie as much as I do, I tend to write more Steve POV than Eddie POV, deep in was an opportunity to add to the small pile of Eddie POVs I have. Eddie has always felt more funny and playful to me, even if he’s not having a super fun and playful time.

What was the most difficult part of writing deep in, under my skin?

Of all the fics highlighted here I remember deep in actually being the most straightforward! I’m pretty sure I wrote it to procrastinate working on Memoria. The only difficult part was I didn’t want it to be too similar to my fic YLAM which has sort of a similar premise: Steddie situationship/friends with benefits. I wanted to explore the hooking up to lovers aspect of Steddie again, but didn’t necessarily want to rehash the same thing I’ve already done.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

This was by far the hardest question. I think this bit from strange what desire is my favourite of what I’ve written recently. It’s such a through line of every fic I write, I think: Steve paints them a picture, he writes them a song, and Eddie is interwoven into every line, every brushstroke of it. He talks of a future, he talks about love. He talks about living life, about taking Eddie’s hand and showing him how to live it, too. What if we make it? What if?

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I have been dipping my toes in and out of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU for close to a year now. It’s slow going, I haven’t even posted the main fic that started the whole idea yet, but I do have two prequel-style fics set in the same universe: LOVE BITES and FOOL FOR LOVE. If you are interested, I would love if you checked them out. (It includes Slayer!Nancy, Werewolf!Jonathan, Witch!Robin, Vampire!Eddie, and Just a Guy!Steve Harrington.)

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Thank you so much to my nominator! This was such an unexpected and pleasant surprise. It’s such a kind way to let a writer know you’re thinking of the things they’ve written. It made me feel very special and very loved, so thank you, sincerely. If you liked Memoria, please go give some love to my Steddie Bang Artist, @lady-lostmind. She made a beautiful artwork of the moment Steve sees Eddie again, and truly pulled the image of an older Eddie out of my mind and put it into a beautiful work.  Finally, if you go to my blog and see a whole bunch of Dead Boy Detectives stuff, don’t worry lol. I still love Steddie so much and have so much I want to write for them. The Dead Boys just gone and got me.

Thank you to our author, @emryses, and our nominator, @lady-lostmind! See more of emryses' works featured on our page throughout the day!

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[thatoneautisticshark]

Okay so less of an idea being spat out and more of a question! (EDIT: I lied and got to blabbering there are indeed ideas here lmfaooooooo)

What other things interest you? Like tropes, au's, stuff like that!!

Personally I love ancient Greek mythology styled stuff (peep a little idea ramble I posted about Gorgon/Medusa Simon), Medeival shit with knights and dragons and other creatures is epic, fantasy in general, Monster/Hybrid au, Mafia au, or more civilian based ones where 141 is retired or something!

Like a retired Simon, moves to a small town, works as a mechanic and a million other odd jobs so no one knows whats his real job honestly. He's an enigma, and as helpful as he is he's still intimidating and scary without trying. Cue civilian Soap! Maybe he never went to the military, maybe he retired way earlier bc of his knee! They get to meet for the first time in that lil town!

Or!!! Maybe Simon and Soap's first time meeting. Soap is a recruit, Ghost would probably be a Sargeant at thag point in time. Recruits are rowdy. Military men in general, no matter the rank. They've gotta have fun somehow, right? So what if they're disguising it as training when really it's just a giant party/fight night. Ghost didn't want to be there really but somehow he ended up there, and he sees Soap in the ring with another soldier. Soap is a beast, there's no other way to put it! Grinning like a maniac, adrenaline pumping, having the time of his life fighting and wrestling! So what if Ghost thinks he's crazy and has a stupid haircut and pretty eyes- surely Ghost doesn't get drawn in until eventually Ghost finds himself standing in that ring. He has no.idea how he got there, really, but he is! Soap is staring up at him, not one to back down from a challenge. And they get to fight and wrestle! The fight is charged, of course it is, Soap's secretly had his eye on this giant, masked recluse for ages. Ghost wasn't expecting Soap to be this good, or maybe he's subconsciously holding back, who knows! But he does know that he ends up pinning Soap, bc Ghost is the best there is. Soap on his stomach, Ghost pinning one arm behind his back while his other hand is shoving Soap to the ground at his shoulders. They're both sweaty and panting and banged up, the fight lasted longer than Ghost would have normally. But then Soap turns his head so his cheek is against the mat, and he looks back at Ghost with this menacing little twinkle in his eye and fucking grins and maybe shifts back ever so slightly so his ass is pressing against Ghost's crotch. So what of Ghost left readjusting his pants, you didn't see shit.

AAAAUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I went of the rails! But yes please do tell me what tropes and such are your vibe!!!!!!

So it took me a minute to debate how to answer this, Because including a writen out for both really amazing ideas and answers to your questions would be a little crazy. So I'll answer your questions and when I write the ideas out I'll tag you!

So to answer your questions before I go to bed for the night.

I love tropes of idiots in love like oblivious, and or just giggly loving idiots. Also you may have noticed my love for the trope of slightly accidental injuries during sex, particularly when someone's head falls back and hits the wall.

I adore poly, and or unusual relationship dynamics. Giving characters a touch of the tism. I also love the, falling asleep on someone/ nightmare and cuddles. Ohh also warming up cuddles/sharing heat.

As for au's retirement is sweet as. Civilian is cool and funky. I loveeee hybrid au's even if they can be a little difficult to write. A/B/O I love but don't write often. Also technically not an AU but 09 ghoap.

I also love the happy ending au. I don't write ones like fantasy or mediaeval too often, mainly because I always get distracted world building... Heh.

Met at different time au's are neat as well, and I barely write them, but crossover au's I have an idea that's been in my head for years of basically 141 gets reborn onto mha, Ghost -izuku, soap-katsuki roach-hitoshi and so forth because it would be funny. But I could never be fucked ta write it.

:3! Gotta go to sleep, but I'll get writing once I wake up! Feel free to send more asks/ questions!

[lolotr]

fanfic author 20 questions!

I am late to the party, but i was tagged by @shadowquill17, thanks my love <3 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

51

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

162,166 total words! Not too shabby

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've written for a bunch of fandoms, but these days it's mostly Dead Boy Detectives. in theory i have other fandoms, but none that i'm so feral for at the moment

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

all of them are DBD which is kind of astonishing to me, this fandom never ceases to amaze 1. after the insects have laid their claim 2. like breathing 3. terms of endearment 4. a certain step towards falling in love 5. you can throw a party full of everyone you know

5. Do you respond to comments?

yes, every single one, no matter how old the fic is! i might be a little slow or miss one every so often, but i really try hard to respond to every one i get. comments mean the absolute world to me, so i want to thank everyone who takes time out of their day to tell me they enjoyed my work <3 <3 i also LOVE when fanfic writers respond to me, so i assume other people do, too

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

i am an angst with a happy ending sort of bitch, but probably one of the fics i wrote during the Nothing Much To Do Radio Silence (TM) when we were all losing our minds with no updates. haven't read those in forever, so maybe Something to Do, Someone to Blame? or maybe it isn't cinema that i wrote for Nothing Like the Sun? or maybe Tropes for Keleidotrope?

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

gosh, so many. again, i write mostly happy ending stuff, so it's hard to pick just one. maybe my fourth favorite public building to visit, if i had to pick one that hasn't been mentioned already. though after the insects have laid their claim has a VERY happy and corny ending that i will forever be proud of haha

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, thank goodness

9. Do you write smut?

yeah! i'm new to it, but it's a lot of fun

10. Do you write crossovers?

not usually, but i'll stick characters from one universe into a similar universe because something resonates (like Heartstopper Squared or The Quest of the Maddening Mace), but i don't usually write characters meeting or anything like that.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of! *fingers crossed*

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but if anyone wants to do so, just make sure to tag me in it and go right ahead!

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

yeah! i have stuff in progress (that we haven't worked on in a while sorry @courfaeriedust) but i've also definitely written collabs that i've published, i think?

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

Charles and Edwin from Dead Boy Detectives have such a special place in my heart, and I really hope this hyperfixation doesn't go anywhere, but in terms of pure longevity? Merlin and Arthur from BBC Merlin. I've been reading that shit for a decade. Special shoutout to Alex and Henry from Red, White, and Royal Blue, and Drew and Harrison from Keleidotrope, because I'm still insane about you all too, don't worry.

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

THAT IS QUITTER TALK AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT. but to give a kind of cutesie answer, i'm not sure i'll ever be done with the libraryverse. there's so much story there, and i keep having ideas for it, so maybe i'll be able to keep playing in it forever. that would be kind of nice.

16. What are your writing strengths?

why are you making me say nice things about myself. why. overall, i think i'm good at dialogue. i actually wrote a whole manuscript in instant messages because i love writing dialogue so much. i'm pretty good at getting into characters' voices, whether they're my own or someone else's, and i find a lot of joy in writing everything from banter to flirting to meaningful conversations (but some of those are easier than others lol)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action, descriptions, things that aren't dialogue. i also tend to keep my writing kind of short, so i don't always allow for moments to breathe the way they should.

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

woooooof the only other language i speak is hebrew (and not amazingly well) so probably not. if i ever got good enough at another language, maybe? but english is my first and by far my strongest language, so I don't think i'd ever be able to express myself well

19. First fandom you wrote for?

as far as i remember, Lord of the Rings. (no you will never find it.)

20. Favorite fics you’ve written?

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE, THEY'RE ALL MY CHILDREN. how about this, you tell ME what your fave stories of mine are, because im tired of linking things. and because i thrive on praise lol

i am too lazy to tag people specifically, so anyone who writes fic is welcome to answer!

[a-student-out-of-time]

Reading your thoughts on the new drdt episode, I agree a lot on what you felt negatively about this episode. I've been frustrated for a while because it feels like the time spent on Levi's secret was dragged out, then Hu chimes in with her secret, then Teruko who is probably lying, and they're only just now talking about the murder method. One thing I want to get off my chest though: I think I may be in the minority in that I actually dislike the reveal with Levi's implied ASPD. For me, it just feels very jarring. He still killed 4 people, and while we don't know the entire context it just feels weird to me that this aspect of his character is being so positively received? Maybe I'm being too sensitive or interpreting in bad faith but I feel like Levi having implied ASPD and then having it revealed he killed 4 people is just iffy, especially since he mentioned 2 of those people he just decided to kill a few days after the first.

// I completely understand that, but this is also something I'm willing to go to bat for.

//I dunno if you were around for this, but last year, when it was revealed that Nico was nonbinary and then they tried to kill Ace, there were a LOT of people who were worried that DT was resorting to queerphobic tropes, or they themselves had some very nasty interpretations of them as a character.

//And none of that was true. Nico is not a crazy serial murderer whose villainy is exacerbated by being nonbinary, it was just something that happened and next episode is going to explain why it happened. Nothing about the episodes since have implied that attempted murder had anything to do with what people were worried about, and when it's brought up, it's still treated as a serious problem.

//I also wouldn't say Levi having ASPD was positively received. Everyone else seemed pretty disturbed and put off by both the murders and him admitting he doesn't really understand compassion or empathy. I'm not saying I'm happy about it either.

//But I think it's interesting to have a character like him in all this. This chapter's theme is about the complexities behind what it means to be a good person. Having someone who has done wrong, and who is physiologically incapable of remorse, but still has a desire to do good even if he has no emotional investment in doing so? That's a very different take on the idea that you don't see very often.

//I'm also just relieved that Levi isn't some crazy volatile murder machine like so many thought he was. The most common depictions of people with ASPD tend to paint them as inherently violent or manipulative, when plenty can live totally normal lives and have relationships with others.

//It's jarring, yes, but I believe that's the point. You have David, an obvious manipulator who claims to have good intentions but is willing to sacrifice others' lives to achieve them; and you have Levi, a moral sociopath who wants to help and protect others because it benefits him, but he almost seems apologetic about his inability to care about others.

//I feel the point of this chapter is that being a "good person" is not as simple as we believe, and by revealing someone with ASPD- one of the most maligned and villainized conditions out there- is actually on the up and up? It's a pretty challenging take, because I believe we're meant to consider it all as well.

//Bottom line, there's no easy answers in this situation and that's really the goal. Should we change our opinions about Levi because he's admitted he doesn't experience compassion for others? Or does it matter since he's made it clear he has no reason to harm anyone here?

//I still have my issues with this chapter so far, and I do understand your concerns, but all this why I think it's at least an interesting direction with this chapter's themes.

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Shell 4.5 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

In silence, we caught the bus at the ferry and got off at the Trainyard, the part of the Docks that sat opposite to the Boardwalk.

There is just something so deliciously absurd about the mental image of supervillains, even teenage ones, just... riding the bus. Granted, they're (presumably) not doing it in costume, but still.

slanted just enough that people wouldn’t be able to comfortably walk or sleep on top of them.

Ah yes, gotta love hostile architecture.

“If you asked me five hours ago, I would’ve said no,” Regent replied.  “I would have told you, sure, she’s a loose cannon, she’s reckless, crazy, she’s easily pissed off and she’ll hospitalize those people who do piss her off… but I’d have said she’s loyal, that even if she doesn’t necessarily like us-”

I mean, trust but verify and all that. No Rachel, no money, it's a safe assumption.

A soft clapping answered her.  It was slow, unenthusiastic to the point of being sarcastic. “Brilliantly deduced,” the same person that had been clapping spoke out.  As Tattletale whipped her head around, I took a few steps back from the storage locker, to get a better look at the two people who stood on the roof.

It's cliche, but I always like the 'character watching the protagonists figure it out and then do the sarcastic clap' trope.

They were standing with one leg higher than the other, to keep from sliding off the angled roof, and both were wearing identical costumes.  The costumes sported blue man-leotards with broad belts cinched around their waists, skintight white sleeve and leggings.  Their hoods were elastic, clinging to their heads so they left only a window for the face, and each sported a single white antenna.  Of all colors, their gloves, boots and the balls at the top of their antennae were bubblegum pink.  Their faces were obscured by oversize goggles with dark lenses.

Which... which video game is this?

“Rest assured, Tattletale, you do,” Über proclaimed.  He was the sort of person who proclaimed, announced, broadcasted and declared.  Just like Grue’s power altered his voice to make him sound haunting and inhuman, Über’s power made him sound like the guy who narrated trailers for action movies or late night commercials.  Overdramatic, intense about everything he said, no matter how mundane.  Like someone overacting the role of a gallant knight in a kid’s movie.

Evocative. I do think Wildbow's willingness to do descriptions like this (helped by using 1st person narrative, which I do think facilitates this sort of thing) whereas a lot of conventional writing wisdom would say to not do this, is a big part of Worm's success, honestly.

Leet frowned and turned to the camera, “Is that really necessary?” “You fucked with us,” I replied, “I fuck with your subscriber base.”

Hit 'em where it hurts.

He didn’t get to finish.  Regent swung his arm out to one side, and Über lost his footing.  I joined the others in stepping back out of the way as he fell face first onto the pavement at the base of the locker.

Regent's abilities would probably let him do well at slapstick improv shows or something. I mean, you don't need to fake a trip and fall with him around. :rofl:

Grue spoke in a low voice that wouldn’t carry to the pair of villains, “They did something to Bitch, they’ve got the money.  If we don’t get a decisive victory here, our reputation is fucked.”

Villain fight!

I wonder if, during her career as a villain, Taylor fights other villains more than heroes. From what I know of Worm, I wouldn't be surprised. But how much more, pound for pound? :thinking_face:

This was the sort of thing I had put on a costume to do.  Sure, the context wasn’t what I would have chosen, but going up against bad guys?

As far as some of Taylor's various rationalization's go, this isn't even a particularly dangerous or slipper one. :thinking_face:

[mingiatz]

Summary: Hongjoong, an idol, and Jiha, a music editor, share a hidden, undefined relationship—a situationship that neither of them dares to label. When Jiha decides to walk away, Hongjoong convinces himself that it’s for the best—until he realizes he can’t let her go. As they struggle with unspoken feelings, misunderstandings, and forced separation, fate pulls them back together in the most unexpected way.

Pairing:Hongjoong × OC (Jiha)

Trope: Situationship-to-Lovers, Hidden Relationship, Emotional Angst, Slow Burn, Forced Separation, Public Confession

Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Slice of Life

Featuring: ATEEZ members, Jiha’s colleagues, ATINY’s reactions, and an unexpected PR disaster

This Series will have multiple Chapters with around 2000 words. I hope you like it. Please be kind this is my first Fanfiction and English is not my first language. (I am open for constructive criticism). I will try to upload a chapter everyday.

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Chapter Two

Jiha’s POV

Jiha shouldn’t have agreed.

She should have said no, should have told Hongjoong that she was busy, that she had other things to do.

But instead, she had said yes—just like he knew she would.

And that was the problem.

She had never been the type to let herself get attached.

But now?

Now, every time she was with Hongjoong, every time she sat next to him in the studio, every time she heard him laugh or saw that stupid smirk on his face—

Something inside her pulled.

Something she didn’t want.

Something she couldn’t stop.

Jiha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she sat at home, staring at the clock.

It was late.

And yet, she was still going.

What did that say about her?

When Jiha arrived at Hongjoong’s apartment that night, she expected the usual.

A drink, some teasing, falling into bed without overthinking it.

What she didn’t expect was to find Hongjoong sitting on the couch, deep in thought, a glass of whiskey in hand.

“You look serious,” she said, kicking off her shoes.

Hongjoong glanced up, giving her a lazy smile. “I was just thinking.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That’s dangerous.”

He snorted, patting the spot next to him. “Sit. I wanna ask you something.”

Jiha hesitated for a moment before joining him.

“What’s on your mind?”

Hongjoong swirled the amber liquid in his glass before speaking. “If you weren’t doing what you do now—editing, production—what would you be doing?”

Jiha blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“You heard me.”

She frowned, considering it. “I don’t know. I never thought about it.”

Hongjoong hummed. “You never had another dream?”

Jiha exhaled. “Dreams are for people who can afford them.”

He studied her for a moment, something unreadable in his gaze. “That’s a depressing answer.”

She smirked. “You expected something else?”

Hongjoong shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

The conversation threw her off.

They didn’t do this.

They didn’t talk about things that actually mattered.

So why now?

Why was Hongjoong suddenly making this feel like… something real?

Jiha shook her head. “Alright, your turn. What would you be doing?”

Hongjoong leaned back against the couch. “Probably something in art. Maybe tattooing.”

Jiha’s lips twitched. “I can see that.”

“Right? I’d be great.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Sure, Captain.”

The mood was lighter now, more relaxed.

And for a moment, Jiha almost let herself believe that this was something more.

But then—

Hongjoong’s next words shattered the illusion.

“I like this,” he mused.

Jiha frowned. “Like what?”

He gestured between them. “This. Us. The way things are.”

And just like that—

Everything clicked.

Hongjoong wasn’t talking about her.

He wasn’t letting her in.

He was just enjoying the convenience of having her around.

Just like always.

Jiha forced a small smile. “Yeah. Me too.”

It was a lie.

Because for the first time since this started—

She wasn’t sure if she could keep doing this.

Jiha wasn’t in the mood to socialize.

After last night—after realizing just how little Hongjoong thought of this thing between them—she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into work and ignore her emotions.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

She had gone to the studio to drop off some files, fully expecting to just leave them at the front desk and go.

But of course, San had to be there.

“Jiha?” His familiar voice made her pause.

She turned, finding San leaning against the doorway, his sharp eyes scanning her with interest. “You’re here early.”

“Just dropping something off,” Jiha replied smoothly.

San’s lips twitched into a grin as he approached. “Huh. And here I thought you came to see me.”

Jiha snorted. “Dream on, Choi San.”

San let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “You wound me, Jiha.”

Jiha rolled her eyes. San was a flirt. Always had been.

She normally didn’t care—brushed it off like it was nothing.

But today?

Today, she was too emotionally drained to play along.

“I’m not interested,” she said flatly, cutting off whatever cheeky remark he was about to make.

San blinked, surprised by her bluntness.

Then, to her relief, he simply laughed. “Ouch. Brutal.”

She sighed. “I’m just not in the mood today.”

San tilted his head, studying her for a moment before nodding. “Fair enough.”

Then, he grinned again, this time lighter, more genuine. “Honestly, I was just messing around. I know you wouldn’t go for me.”

Jiha raised a brow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because,” San said easily, “you don’t look at me the way you look at Hongjoong.”

Jiha’s stomach dropped.

Her fingers curled into fists at her sides. “I—”

San held up a hand. “Relax. I wasn’t gonna call you out or anything. Just… making an observation.”

Jiha didn’t know what to say to that.

So she said nothing.

Instead, she crossed her arms and gave him a pointed look. “And what about you? You’re usually smoother than this. What’s with the flirting?”

San exhaled through his nose, leaning against the table beside them. “Honestly? I think I’m just feeling lonely.”

That threw Jiha off. “Lonely?”

San shrugged. “Come on, Jiha. Look around. Every single one of our members is in a relationship now.”

Jiha’s stomach twisted, already knowing where this was going.

“And I wouldn’t have minded as much if it was just me,” San continued, voice laced with something almost bitter, “but even Hongjoong isn’t seeing anyone. So you still have a chance with him.”

Jiha froze.

Something cold crawled down her spine.

“What?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

San glanced at her, clearly unaware of the bomb he had just dropped. “I mean, you know Hongjoong. He’s either married to his music or just not interested in dating. Either way, he’s not exactly—”

Jiha stopped listening.

The words echoed in her head.

Even Hongjoong isn’t seeing anyone.

A sick feeling settled in her stomach.

Because of course.

Of course, he hadn’t told anyone about her.

Jiha barely remembered making up an excuse and leaving the studio.

Her heart was pounding too hard, her breath unsteady.

She didn’t know why she was reacting like this.

She already knew Hongjoong didn’t see her as anything more than convenience.

She had come to terms with that.

Hadn’t she?

But this…

This was different.

This wasn’t just about them not putting a label on things.

This was about the fact that Hongjoong hadn’t even mentioned her existence.

Not once.

Not even to his best friends.

Not even in passing.

It wasn’t just that he didn’t see her as a girlfriend—

It was that he didn’t even see her as someone important enough to acknowledge.

And that hurt more than anything else.

Hongjoong’s POV

Hongjoong had no idea why Jiha left the studio so suddenly.

He found out later—from San, of all people—that she had seemed off.

“She was acting weird,” San had said, sipping his coffee like he hadn’t just set off alarm bells in Hongjoong’s head.

“What do you mean?”

San shrugged. “I don’t know. We were just talking, and then she got all tense and bailed.”

Hongjoong frowned. “What were you talking about?”

San shot him a knowing smirk. “Why? Jealous?”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Just answer the question.”

San chuckled, but his tone was nonchalant when he replied. “Nothing serious. I was just saying how lonely it is now that everyone else is in a relationship. Even mentioned how you weren’t seeing anyone.”

Hongjoong stilled.

San didn’t notice, continuing with a casual shrug. “Maybe she just had other things to do. I wouldn’t overthink it.”

Hongjoong nodded absently, his thoughts elsewhere.

Later that night, as he lay in bed, Jiha’s expression flashed in his mind.

The way she had looked before she left.

Something about it felt off.

But he didn’t know why.

And for some reason, that bothered him more than it should.

Hongjoong wasn’t thinking much when he texted Jiha.

It was routine at this point—something easy, something that didn’t require overthinking.

Wanna come over?

She didn’t respond immediately, which was new.

Usually, she replied within minutes, sometimes even seconds.

But tonight, she made him wait.

And that irritated him more than it should have.

By the time Jiha arrived, Hongjoong was already lounging on his couch, half-watching something on his phone.

“You’re late,” he said casually, glancing at her as she stepped inside.

Jiha just raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t give me a deadline.”

He smirked. “Fair enough.”

She looked tired tonight. Not physically, but… something about her seemed distant.

Hongjoong wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t one to question things that didn’t need questioning.

Instead, he gestured to the drink he had poured her. “San said something funny today.”

Jiha froze for a split second before masking it. “Oh?”

He leaned back against the couch, swirling his whiskey lazily. “He said he’s lonely since everyone is in a relationship now.”

Jiha’s expression didn’t change, but her fingers twitched slightly against her side. “And?”

“And,” Hongjoong continued, watching her carefully, “he said I’m not seeing anyone either.”

Jiha’s jaw tightened. “What did you say?”

Hongjoong shrugged. “Nothing. Just brushed it off.”

He didn’t see the problem.

But the way Jiha’s eyes dimmed told him that maybe… maybe she did.

She was quiet for a moment before asking, “Have you ever thought about being in a real relationship?”

Hongjoong didn’t even hesitate.

“No.”

The air in the room changed.

Jiha’s expression didn’t waver, but something in her eyes shifted—something Hongjoong couldn’t quite place.

But before he could think about it too much, Jiha exhaled and said, “Alright. Let’s not talk anymore.”

And then she kissed him.

And Hongjoong—who had never been one to deny himself what he wanted—let her.

Jiha’s POV

Lying next to Hongjoong, his breathing slow and steady, Jiha finally understood.

She had been delusional to think that this could have been anything more.

The way he spoke, the way he brushed off the idea of ever wanting a relationship…

It wasn’t because he was afraid.

It wasn’t because he was unsure.

It was because he genuinely didn’t care.

Not about her.

Not in the way she had started to care about him.

The realization burned, but it also set her free.

She had been waiting—for what, she wasn’t sure. Maybe for him to change. Maybe for him to realize that she was worth it.

But now, she saw the truth.

Hongjoong would never see her as anything more than a convenience.

And she couldn’t keep doing this.

Not anymore.

Jiha turned to face him, her voice soft.

“I don’t want this anymore.”

Hongjoong stirred slightly, his brows furrowing in confusion. “…What?”

Jiha swallowed. “I mean it, Hongjoong. We should stop meeting like this.”

His eyes blinked open, hazy with sleep. “Why?”

His voice was laced with genuine confusion, like the thought had never even crossed his mind.

Like he had never considered the possibility of losing her.

But that was the problem.

He only cared about her when she was leaving.

Never when she was staying.

Jiha took a slow breath. “Because I need to move on. I need something real and you obviously can't give me that, right?”

And for once, she didn’t feel the need to explain herself further.

She just got up, got dressed, and left before she could second-guess herself.

And Hongjoong—stunned and silent—didn’t stop her.

Not even once.

Jiha didn’t expect to run into ATEEZ.

But as soon as she stepped out of Hongjoong’s room, they were all there.

Seonghwa. Yeosang. Mingi. Wooyoung. Jongho. Yunho. And of course—San.

Every single one of them.

Standing in the hallway, staring at her.

Jiha felt like the air had been punched out of her lungs.

No one said anything at first.

They didn’t have to.

The looks on their faces said enough.

Hongjoong had never told them about her.

And now, standing in front of them like this, she felt cheap.

Like she had been nothing but a secret meant to be hidden.

Wooyoung was the first to break the silence.

“Uh… morning?”

Jiha didn’t answer.

Didn’t look at any of them.

Didn’t wait for the questions.

She just walked past them, head held high, feet moving faster than her thoughts.

And when she stepped outside into the cold morning air, she promised herself—

She would forget Kim Hongjoong.

She would move on.

She had to.

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[yannig]

Hello there.

For the asian ql ask game. 13 & 14 please.

Thanks. Rose💜

Hello! Thanks for the ask <3

13. Which Asian ql tropes get you every time?

Cooking together or for each other.

I just. Food is a love language. Food is my love language. Sharing food, making food for your loved ones, sharing quality time by cooking together, ...

Any variation of it. From Mut cooking for Rak in his overpriced kitchen that only ever sees take-out to shows entirely based on it like Our dining table, it gets me every time.

That's how I know I'll love Kinou nani Tabeta or Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna no matter what! Because cooking!

14. Which Asian ql tropes do you want to send to the trash heap?

When the main couple starts to spend time together because one of them has a crush on a girl. It probably could be done right but the ones I've seen are just so annoying. Both the girl and his relationship with the girl are rarely more than placeholders, they don't add anything to the story except giving a pretext for the story to start and then just take away time that could be spent elsewhere - at this point give them a school project to do together I'll be less annoyed.

Also, faux enemies-to-lovers where the starting animosity doesn't make sens or is underwhelming. Let's just stop trying to make enemies in an university setting, it doesn't work. Just say that you don't know how to write tension into your story. If there isn't a least a mafia war going on it's not gonna work. You need very specific characters to make a Pride and Prejudice romance work, and they almost never have those. Worst case scenario they end up being genuinely mean to each other for no reason and then it's brushed under the rug for the romance (looking at you Semantic Error).

More broadly, because this one really isn't limited to QLs, but it infuriates me to not end: redemption by death (preferably sacrifice to save the protagonist). I hate it, it's lazy, it only exist because we have an incredibly fucked up view of redemption, I don't think it can ever be done well. It's too easy to kill off a character by sacrifice so you don't have to deal with their redemption! I want them to actually work for it - which is not the same as suffering for it! I guess it especially angers me in Asian QLs because it's a fucking Christian trope - you guys aren't even catholic, why the fuck do you use this stupid ass trope?!

(yes i've managed to put him in all three of my answers to this game at this point. no i'm not salty about his death why do you ask?)

Asian QL ask game

[skyfallscotland]

Currently typing out some FAQ's to kind of organise my blog (because I can't organise my life) and I thought I'd do a separate post on this, because it required a more in-depth answer.

Can I use a scenario in your fic for my own, or write something inspired by your fic?

The answer is yes, but with nuance (though the nuance is mostly common sense).

I can't stop anyone from doing anything, this is the internet after all, but I've gotten this question a few times so I'll give you a deep dive into my feelings on it all. I apologise in advance if this comes off as condescending—if so, then it's probably not meant for you—but I think there are a lot of people getting into fanfic for the first time right now, so it might be helpful to them. Again, this is all just my personal feelings on the matter.

If something I wrote inspired you that's great! If you want to link it back to me in your notes that's cool too, thanks so much! AO3 even has a feature for this 💖

A trope is a trope, we're all welcome to reuse them, that's not an issue at all—I'm certainly not the first person to write a twin-fic, I might not have been the first in this fandom for all I know. Eventually (hopefully) the fandom will grow so large we'll be repeating all of them over and over, but until then the world is wide! There's so much opportunity to write something original and I'd encourage you to try 🫶

If you're just asking whether it would be cool for you to write a riorgail 'accidental marriage' fic, or one where Xaden is a tattoo artist, or Violet owns a coffee shop, then of course, go right ahead! These are all super common tropes in fanfiction (and other mediums!) and they're free for everyone to use and enjoy.

If your question relates to something a little more nuanced or detailed, then read on:

Think about what you want to use and ask yourself how specific it is. Am I the only person who's written it like that? I'll use Fear & Flame as an example. You want to write a Xaden/OC fic where the FMC is Violet's twin? Sure, go off! You want her to be snarky and generally depressed? Ok that's your prerogative. She was hoping to go into the Healer Quadrant? Ok, well there's only four of them, so put your own spin on it and get cracking 💃

You want her to be Violet's sister, snarky and depressed, was meant to be a healer, with a parental relationship with Winifred and Nolon, best friends with Bodhi and Liam, and draws to escape reality, with a history of self-harm due to trauma from her brother's death, become a mender, and then you want to reword lines I wrote from the heart and have your character say the same things at the same times? I can't stop you doing that either, but it's kinda meh, you know? 😪

I don't really understand why you'd want to do that, but people do (lol) so there, that's my thoughts on it, out in the open. If you're kinda writing the exact same story, or paraphrasing lines from someone else's, or god forbid copy-pasting that's a lot of work when you could just...read someone else's. It's hard to say where the line should be when it comes to transformative works, especially ones we don't own, so you have to decide that for yourself. At least now you have my thoughts on it.

TLDR: Use all the tropes or scenarios you like, but if you're just rewriting someone else's story, or judiciously copy-pasting, that's kinda boring dude ✌️

If you need help fleshing out an OC idea or other details, or figuring out which tropes would work well for you, you can always jump into my ask box! I've got a creative well that never runs dry. I'm nice, I promise 💗