#somehow I always end up writing little ficlets to my asks

[sunnyyflowerrs]

things i’ve written!!

thought i’d add a little guide to stuff i’ve written for all the itafushi enjoyers out here <33 under cut!!

Ongoing:

fire extinguishers work just fine (45k, 18/20 chaps):

this is my current long fic, it’s a firefighter!yuuji and detective!megumi fic where they meet each other by chance and then work on an arson case together. slow burn, fluff, and mystery, gets a little more serious toward the end. (i post updates about this one too and it has some amazing art from my wonderful friends!! x x x NEW!! ) 

Completed:

is it gay if our pinkies are intertwined? (12.4k, 3/3. chaps):

this is just a very unserious, goofy, fluffy fic where megumi and yuuji get hit by a curse where they HAVE to hold hands and be touching each other. it’s sweet and silly, writing it with my love @kentuckyfriedmegumi

with some beautiful art !!

One-shots:

my preferred medium ;)

Fluff:

easy igor, you impetuous young boy (3.8k, G) - fluffy halloween fic where megumi is avoiding yuuji but yuuji can’t figure out why. there is a lot of pining somehow, even though it’s established relationship, and it’s about as tooth rotting as u can get.

copy cat (7.8k, T for kissing) - honestly, this one is just megumi beefing with a cat for like nearly 8k. megumi is jealous of a cat, yuuji is stubborn, they both are idiots and they fall in love. college roomates au

five times the first years thought their sensei had a girlfriend + one time they figured it out (5.2k, G) - this is set in the future where itafushi are teachers at jujutsu high, and the first years think itadori-sensei has a girlfriend named megumi. they are wrong on a lot of things. fluff, humor, and overall shiggles.

fushiguro megumi is not homophobic (1.1k, G) - short and sweet, gojo being chaotic, megumi being lovesick, and yuuji being a little dumb but it’s ok bc they get together.

Bittersweet:

added this section in bc these aren’t really angst but not fluff either? more serious character studies but they are funny at times

makes the heart grow fonder (3.8k, G) - implied itafushi, but basically adult megumi accidentally time travels to before shibuya and talks to gojo. first ff i ever wrote and definitely one of my favorites!!

think fast (you only get one try) (3.3k, G) - slightly angsty megumi airport fic i wrote after 263 (lowk prophesied some things?!?) about gaining back his will to live. a little outdated since manga readers know what happened, but to this day one of my favorite fics ive written! light angst, character study, and ofc a happy ending. has a little ficlet second part, end credits

Angst:

i hope it’s not for sure, can you open up the door? (2.4k, T) - written for the JJK Gotcha for Gaza event, megumi is traumatized from the final battle and copes badly, but itadori isn’t letting him self destruct anytime soon. happy ending, ofc.

ok, that’s enough of me yapping abt my fics. if you ending up checking them out, i’m always here to yap abt itafushi in the comments or in my ask box!! these two have rotted my brain fully. hope you guys enjoy <3

[jacksgreysays]

I'm not sure I've ever told you about the idea, but I did end up getting permission to write a poly Kushina/Minato/Shikako for UnexpectedSensei!Verse. It's been a while since I thought about it though. Have you read UnexpectedSensei!Verse? If so, do you think I should go the funny/crack route or the serious route?

There's this specific version of the song "Still Here" that's Nightcore (but it hits different), and it's giving me serious UnexpectedSensei!Verse Shikako vibes. It's created this incredibly unlikely scenario where the initial candidates for Hokage are decided by some artifact or something playing super epic AMVs of those worthy, and Shikako shows up like the dark horse she is when Sarutobi is looking for a successor. If that makes any sense.

Unsure if these asks were directly related--it would be interesting if they were, but I'm guessing not--but I decided to bundle the answers together anyway, if that's cool.

First, I have read UnexpectedSensei!Verse and very much enjoy the series! It's one of my favorite DoS recursive series and truly contains the perfect amount of serious blended with Shikako's I am seemingly omnipotent and omniscient to everyone else but so blasé about it that it reads as funny/crack.

A poly Kushina/Minato/Shikako for UnexpectedSensei!Verse does sound like a fantastic idea! It kind of hearkens to... and I apologize for how CONSTANTLY I am self referential about these things... the spirit of this extremely short ficlet I wrote in which Kakashi overhears Shikako basically imply that had he bothered to learn fuinjutsu from either or both of Minato and Kushina then so many of his life's tragedies would have been avoided. I mean, but less Kakashi self-blame oriented of course. The spirit behind it being that Shikako, Minato, and Kushina would be an absolutely OP triad of mischievous genii, but with vastly different personalities and thought processes who maybe don't always agree but nonetheless respect (and eventually love) each other.

I may need a link for that nightcore "Still Here," lol.

I think an artifact--or maybe, to lean into that whole... Hidden Leaf and the mysticism of Mokuton, it's an ancient semi-sentient ginkgo tree--that decides the next Hokage or at least generates a report (whether that is in the style of an epic AMV, lol) or something that significantly contributes to the decision of the next Hokage is also very fascinating.

Like, this is a little reverse of what we're going for, but in the show Trese, the main character undergoes a coming of age ceremony by entering an ancient balete tree and basically receiving a vision, but it appears to take YEARS before she comes back out. Which doesn't seem to surprise people. So, it could be something like:

current Hokage (in this case the Sandaime--or, if we don't want to deal with him, we could just say, "person who is potentially deciding on the next Hokage") enters/touches/kneels before the secret semi-sentient ancient tree that lives inside the Hokage mountain somehow or whatever

person speaks a potential candidate's name --> tree gives a vision of whether or not they'd be a good Hokage (perhaps in the style of an epic AMV--I mean, ideally we're looking for cool inspiring hero, but even villains and tragedies have epic AMVs, you know? You can still be entertained even while knowing that person probably shouldn't have control over a military dictatorship)

repeat as needed for however many potential Hokage candidates there are

at end of person's list, perhaps the secret semi-sentient ancient tree offers their own suggestions

perhaps the secret semi-sentient ancient tree, being so ancient and mystical, isn't beholden to time and so doesn't really know how time works for mere mortals

perhaps the secret semi-sentient ancient tree, has been continuously showing an epic AMV of Shikako to EVERY PERSON who has asked for potential next Hokage candidates and is confused as to why it is CONSTANTLY being ignored only for it to FINALLY be given the name Nara Shikako and it's like... YES! THIS IS THE ONE! YEAH! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU THIS WHOLE TIME! HERE!

Anyway, thanks for the asks, aryaokayfriend! I know these were pretty short responses, and squished together, but I hope you got some fun out of them :D

[thirstworldproblemss]

Ficlet: Kindness

Pairing: Din x gn!reader* Fandom: The Mandalorian Words: 645 Rating: Teen ...maybe? Content/Warnings:  One (1) very oblique reference to sexual arousal/yearning. *Also: while this fic is technically gender neutral—(I think? let me know if you spot any gendered language that I missed)—it was written with a specific (female) "reader" in mind

Summary: A Mandalorian (ficlet) for Cindy ✨

Notes: This is a short little thing that I wrote for Cindy (@keeper0fthestars) once upon a time in response to a 'who would you ship me with and why?' ask game that was going around. I considered expanding or reworking this before posting, but somehow it doesn't seem fair to take it any further now that C's no longer here to see it… So here it is, exactly as I shared it with her. It's not my best work ever or terribly polished—it was never intended to be anything more than a silly little blurb for a silly little ask game—but it was fun to write, and sharing it with Cindy brought us both joy.  In the end, I think that's enough. In the end, I think that was everything.

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Din doesn't quite know what to make of you at first.

You are…. Kind.  Consistently and deliberately thoughtful in a way that’s unfamiliar to him.  You’re other things too: funny and pretty and smart, and so much braver than he gave you credit for in the beginning.  But somehow it’s your kindness that always catches him off-guard.  He’s not used to people offering to help him without strings attached or being kind just for the sake of kindness.

He hires you to take care of the kid, and you do, but somehow you wind up taking care of him as well.

When he returns to the ship with a bounty, you’re there to greet him, always checking in to make sure he's okay.  The first time it happens, the attention makes him feel uncomfortable—oddly… exposed—and he brushes off your inquiries with a brusque, "I'm fine; save it for the kid,” before ingrained politeness makes him follow up with a soft, "thank you" a few moments later.  You smile at him, and he has to look away.

You are kind, always smiling at him or offering him a share of the meal you made for yourself and the kid.  He thinks at first that it's the unfamiliarity of being cared for that makes his breath catch.  And if his heart beats a little faster when you lay a concerned hand on his arm, it's just the novelty of a gentle, non-threatening touch.

The problem is that it doesn't stop happening. 

The warm smiles, the kindness, the gentle touches, the sharing of food and stories and space eventually become routine.  But it never stops affecting him.  If anything, it gets worse or maybe better.  A look from you is enough to leave him flushed, skin prickling under his armor.  The smallest interactions make his heart beat fast like he’s chasing down a bounty in full armor.  Even just watching you with the kid—loving yet firm in a way that somehow, miraculously works—leaves him breathless, yearning for something he doesn’t fully understand.

You are kind, and he grows greedy for that kindness.  Cataloging every smile and touch and glance from you. He hoards them away in his memory like precious treasures, reliving each one alone in his bunk at night and savoring the remembered warmth of your attention.  But still he wants more. Can’t help but think of all the different ways you might touch or look upon each other. Dreams of your eyes on him, your hands, your bare skin against his, unstymied by armor or helmet, and wakes hard and aching.  Wonders if he could make you ache for him in return.

You are kind.

You are kind. 

You are kind, but it feels like more. Like something half-remembered from another life, from before the culvert and the mandalorians and the droid attack.  He wants it to be more.  He wants that feeling, that life… with you. He thinks sometimes that you might want the same.  But you're so thoughtful. So good.  So consistently nice to everyone you meet.  No matter how long he watches you, he can't tell if he is special to you or just one of many.  (Maker, he wants to be special.)

You are kind, and he cannot find the words to tell you how much that means to him, so he gives you the ones he has.  He says, “thank you” and “you’re good with the kid” and “let me help you, please” and tries his best to repay a little of that kindness, to give you back some small part of the happiness and peace you bring to him.  He hopes he’s managing it.  His heart soars like a rising phoenix every time he manages to make you smile.

Maybe someday he'll find the right words and the courage to say them, but for now? 

You are kind, and it’s enough.

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The Beginning.

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End Notes & More About Cindy:

Cindy (@keeper0fthestars) passed away on December 25th, 2022—one month ago today. She was a bright light in this fandom, and she was my friend. You can read the announcement posts here & here; and more about her here (w link to her obituary), here (w link to donate in her memory), here (w her eulogy), and here (soliciting t-shirt design ideas to raise money in her memory).

This is probably as close to a memorial post for her as I’ll get, so I guess I better say what I need to say.

...And what can I say about Cindy?

Only a few weeks after she and I first traded shy DMs full of mutually admiring fangirl flailing, she spotted a single panicked post of mine (about not being able to get in touch with my seriously ill husband who I'd sent to the ER alone at the height of the pandemic because there was no one else to watch the kids).

He was ultimately fine, and I honestly don’t even remember why he couldn’t contact me. But what I do remember is that Cindy was one of two people to reach out, and she spent hours chatting with me, distracting me, and keeping me company while I waited to hear from him. I remember she stayed up long past both our bedtimes so that I wouldn’t have to be alone with my worry. 

That right there tells you what sort of person Cindy was, and I doubt that story would surprise anyone who knew her.

Cindy was a lot of things: She was smart and wickedly funny. She was humble and so, so very brave. And I think anyone who’s read her amazing stories knows that she possessed both mind-boggling talent and a gloriously debauched imagination.  But what always stood out to me was the way she was unfailingly thoughtful, supportive and kind, even in the midst of her own harsh struggles.

It was Cindy's kindness that I thought of when I started to write out some ideas for that long-ago ask game request. And of course I had to chose Din—both because she loved him and because… if anyone needs a little kindness in their life, it’s our favorite tin can space man dad. In typical hot mess™ twp fashion, it quickly got out of hand, morphing into this little ficlet, which then languished, mostly finished, in my drafts for... quite a while.

I finally, belatedly, got around to finishing and sharing it with her months and months (and months ^^') after the fact, in an attempt to cheer her up after yet another round of bad news. By that point it had been so long since the original post that I felt silly and a bit embarrassed even to show it to her. But of course... feelings like that could never survive an encounter with Cindy. Somehow, despite the fact that I was trying to do something nice for her, she was so enthusiastic and effusively grateful that I wound up feeling special too. 

Cindy was just... like that.

You know that Maya Angelou quote? The one that ends with, "People will never forget how you made them feel." Well Cindy was a master of that: she had a way of making everyone she talked to feel heard and welcome and supported. She made you feel special.... Because to her, you were. We were. Each and every one of us.

She never stopped saying how much she loved this fandom. How glad she was to have found a refuge in it. How grateful she was for the friendships she made here.

And I will never stop being grateful for my friendship with her.

Rest in peace, my love 💕

[winchesternova-k]

31 Days of Dragon Age - Day 2

favourite origins romance

[picrew by @/elena-illustration]

leliana’s romance has been my favourite so far and i ended up writing a ficlet about her relationship with havella

leliana and havella were friends before things became romantic.

havella was intrigued by her from the start, and had a bit of a crush, but they were always friends first and foremost - and by the time they actually get together, havella would say leliana is her best friend. she finds leliana’s dream about the blight and the tale about the rose fascinating, and sees no reason to argue whether it’s a sign from the maker. she hasn’t mixed her religious beliefs yet (but is open to doing so), but sees no reason why the maker couldn’t send a sign to its believers while the stone sends signs to its. they discuss theology a lot early on, and it’s a breath of fresh air for havella after hearing some of the more awful chantry beliefs at ostagar and in lothering. leliana does not and is not trying to convert her, which havella appreciates, they both just enjoy swapping their opinions and beliefs back and forth.

there’s also mutual respect and admiration from the moment they first meet. havella appreciates her for stepping in at the tavern in lothering, and admires her for sticking so strongly to her beliefs and moral code. she is also but a humble lesbian, and leliana looked beautiful with her knives.

they become fast friends after that, and havella is surprised when leliana calls her pretty. hardly anyone had ever complimented her before. even more rarely had they been sincere or without ulterior motive, and almost never had it been a woman. she’d never had a girlfriend before (though she had kissed a handful of other girls when she was a bit younger), and she’d had no idea that her feelings for leliana might have been mutual. their flirting is a bit awkward at first, but very earnest, and havella feels very vulnerable. leliana never breaks her trust or makes her feel like she’s made a mistake for trying to come closer.

soon, she’s spending more and more time with leliana, both for romantic and platonic reasons. leliana compliments her hair one night and before she knows it havella is asking her to do it for her. she’d never had much time to learn different styles and what she did have she spent on rica’s hair. she basks in the attention that leliana offers. leliana talks to her about orlesian fashion, and havella listens eagerly. she’d similarly never had the money to bother with orzammar’s trends and she enjoys listening to leliana’s tales and her voice. she’s never had much interest in fashion, or the resources to have the interest, but she has the time now to decide if she might. if nothing else, she enjoys learning more about the surface and it’s cultures, and laughing with leliana.

it doesn’t take long for her crush to grow into real romantic feelings. and those feelings only grow stronger when leliana tells her the truth about her past. she feels oddly relieved when she does. they’d already been together for a little while at that point, but it made her feel like they were on even ground somehow. she’d always known that leliana wasn’t judging her for her past, but hearing that they had so much in common and so many of the same feelings just hammered it home. leliana is also eager to become a better person and make amends for her past, and their pasts are so similar it makes havella feel more fully understood than she ever has with anyone else. it makes her want more than ever to be better. and it makes her feel like she won’t always be trying to live up to the image leliana had been projecting. that she won’t always be trying. maybe someday she’ll just be good. maybe they both will. but for now, they can be equal at least.

the night leliana tells her she loves her is the happiest she’s ever been. havella had been in love with her for a while by that point, but she’d been too afraid to tell her. she knew that leliana would never be cruel to her, but she was worried that if leliana didn’t feel the same, or wasn’t looking for a serious relationship (at least with her), she would ruin the relationship they had, both platonic and romantic. she’d never had a real relationship with anyone before, and she already knew that if leliana would let her, she’d spend the rest of her life with her. and when leliana told her she felt the same, they decided then and there that they would never be parted.

[spicedrobot]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @bluedaddysgirl! Sorry this took so long. ;;

I'll tag: @withercrown @a-aristippus @lacertae-dreamscape @aevallare @loveoaths @kevystel @frogunderarock @wolveria @dreaminghour @bright-thorn @kitewithfish

And anyone else who wants an excuse to do this please tag me I'd love to read your answers!! 🥺💖💖💖

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

134.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

444,065

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I started my writing days in Overwatch and most of my fics are from that era, but most recently, I've written for Star Wars, Baldur's Gate 3 and Arcane.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

A New Era - First Jayvik fic I wrote, and somehow it's at the top of the jayvik ao3 tag by kudos even though it's mindrot I wrote between episode breaks. Sorry long form jayvik writers ;;

Lost Time - life-affirming jayvik sex after the s1 finale. I'm just now realizing that all my top kudos fics are jayvik LMAO

Opposites - jayvik fic where someone talks up Viktor at a party and Jayce gets jealous.

Arcane Ficlets - my randomly assorted Arcane stuff I wrote via tumblr asks. All jayvik too 😂

Warm Heart - Viktor has cold hands but Jayce knows just how to warm him up.

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

I try to! But sometimes it takes me months to get back to people. Once the inbox number ticks up I get a little nervous ;; which only makes the problem worse!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend not to write anything that ends too angsty. I have one or two that have a sort of bad-end vibe. Usually I'll write an angsty ending then delete and rewrite. LOL

Maybe this silco/viktor fic: Back Down? Since Viktor knows he shouldn't be messing around with Silco but he's so drawn to him.

Runner up: one of my ramyatta fics Stargazing because it shows the difference between their past relationship and the present at the end, where they are no longer together. t _ t

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

Probably Encore, since I wrote it because Outer Wilds canon endings beat me up so badly. LOL

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely!

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

Almost always. Any kind, basically. LOL I love pining and unestablished relationship like crazy, and both characters just falling into sex with each other. Blow jobs, possessiveness, breeding kinks, ritualistic sex, size difference, voyeurism, smell stuff, sex pollen, outfits... a VERY wide range. 😂

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

I almost never write them. I think I have written a few fics that just takes characters and puts them into another game's setting, but that's about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Most I had one of my ramyatta fics translated into chinese. I've also had my only symbrock fic made into a podfic.

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

Not really. I've done a fic with bluedaddysgirl that was Thrawn/Cad Bane, but mostly I collaborate with artists to do illustrations of my work. I did some RPing back in the day, but none of that's going to see the light of day LOL

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

Probably genyatta? But honestly, I have so so many. Obimaul also has a special place in my heart.

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

My last year's nanofic. It was an AU where Bo-Katan never saved Obi-Wan from Mandalore, so he remained Maul's prisoner. It was going to be a what if where Maul realizes he doesn't know what to do with Obi-Wan now that he's finally exacted his revenge, and they would slowly fall in love while doing powerplays the whole time. LOL It was a bit weird because I had to write it so fast, so a lot of the fic was just Savage and Obi-Wan interacting, so it almost made it seem as if they would be the better pairing TBH. It just needs so much reworking and IDK if I have the power. It probably just needs an entire re-write.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel I'm very good at condensing ideas into short word counts. I also think my sex scene writing, specifically my dirty talk, is pretty good! That's one of those things that I can't stand to read if it's bad in fanfic, so I try to make what they say as in character as I can. 😳

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything longer holy shit. I'm really terrible at it because as soon as I have to deal with pacing it's a death sentence for my motivation. 💀💀💀

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

It can be done well? But only if you are a fluent speaker. I personally don't do it because I'm an idiot who only knows one language, and I don't want to mess up the mood of writing by accidentally making an embarrassing gaff in another language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In my life? Probably Kingdom Hearts. On my ao3 account: Dragon Age: Inquisition.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Definitely Polite Company, my Obimaul reverse AU fic. It's the longest thing I've ever written and posted. SUCH a comfort fic to me, and it was a blast to work on. There's just something so fun about writing Jedi Maul that I still can't get over it. The ideas kept coming for that fic which almost never happens for me, and somehow it was fairly well received, which I'm just so ridiculously grateful for. I'm always surprised at how much Obimaul isn't a main pairing for Obi-Wan when they have such ridiculous chemistry. Not even 600 fics on all of ao3 for them💀💀💀 A crime!!

[virtie333]

Day 16 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Siblings

Summary: A day in the life of the Dameron family

Notes: Almost four years ago, I wrote my first Damerey story, Rising. Shortly afterwards, the Pandemic began, so I decided that while I had the time I might as well continue that story, and a whole series began. Rey's Adventures Post TRoS is still my longest series to date, and it followed Rey and Poe and their life for many, many years after the movies. I knew eventually I'd end up writing about them again, and this little short story proved me right.

You don't have to read that series to enjoy this little ficlet, just know that Rey trains Jedi, Poe is still in charge of the Resistance, and they keep pumping out the babies. They had eight by the end of the series! They're only half-way there here.

Warnings: Not really, other than me writing Poe as the perfect husband and father as usual...

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“What is going on here?” Rey demanded as she entered the room. After a busy morning, she had finally been able to sit down and work on the scheduling for the coming week. She hadn’t gotten very far before the sound of her two youngest boys fighting in the next room had distracted her.

Skyler and Samuel were pummeling each other rather comedically, but stopped and looked up at her when she spoke, both looking rather guilty.

“Who started this?” Rey asked her two boys, looking around for their older sister, who was supposed to be with them.

“He hit back first!” Sam said, his little arms folded in front of him.

Somehow, Rey managed not to laugh. Three-year-old Samuel was as naughty as he was cute. He was too much like his father. She looked at six-year-old. “Skyler?” she said, eyebrows raised in expectation.

“I didn’t mean to hit him!” Sky defended. “He was reaching for a brick just as I grabbed for another one. My hand hit his arm.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter how it started,” Rey told them. “Neither of you should have hit back.” She looked around again. “Where’s your sister?”

The two boys shrugged, immediately going back to playing with the toy bricks on the floor in front of them. Typical, she thought. Overly dramatic one moment, then suddenly focused on something different the next.

Just like their father.

Shaking her head, she left the room and moved to the front door. She opened it, feeling the desert heat of Tatooine flow inside. For her, it wasn’t a bad feeling. Despite griping about once again living on a hot, dry planet, Rey preferred it to cold winters on Kolbe, their previous home. She saw movement off to the right, by Finn’s house, and lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She could see the familiar form of her husband walking across the sands, heading for the workshop. He was being trailed by two smaller forms, his daughter and his droid.

She slipped back inside the house, content knowing Shaina was with her father. Rey hadn’t seen the eight-year-old girl leave, but she had been distracted. She would talk with her daughter about not leaving without letting Rey know later. This desert was easy to get lost in, and while Shaina was already becoming comfortable with using the Force that came so easily to her, she was still a child.

Rey was about to sit down again when a soft whine came from the bedroom. Giving a soft sigh of her own, she stood and headed toward the cry. Baby Shiloh, not quite ten months old, was sitting up in her crib, looking flushed and confused. Rey knew the feeling; she felt that way after naps, too. As Shi raised her arms, asking to be picked up, the two boys ran into the room. They were fascinated with their little sister and were always asking to hold and play with her.

“Can Shiloh play with us, Mama?”

“She always tries to eat the bricks but we stop her.”

Rey smiled at them as she picked the baby up. “Shiloh needs her diaper changed and then she needs to eat, then we’ll see if she wants to play. Okay?”

“Okay,” the boys said in tandem, then they turned back to the sitting room to continue with their play.

Once the baby was changed, Rey moved back to the kitchen to continue working while she nursed. Because she was so busy teaching, Rey weaned her babies off the breast when they were about three months old. They usually took to the bottle easily, as their father usually started feeding them that way when they were only a couple of weeks old, but Shiloh had been a little tougher to transition, and even now she made attempts to open Rey’s shirt. Poe teased her about it, telling her that he, too, thought Rey’s tits were irresistible.

As if her thought conjured him, Poe entered the front door, Shaina, BB8, and a wave of heat following him.

“Your daughter thinks I should rearrange the workshop,” he said as he closed the door behind his entourage. “She thinks I did it wrong.”

Rey smirked. “Your daughter left the house without telling me,” Rey countered. “Her brothers started fighting because she wasn’t there to keep the peace.”

“Keeping the peace is boring!” Shaina griped as she sat next to her mother at the table. “And so are my brothers.”

Rey snorted a laugh as Poe moved to the cooling chamber and pulled out some juice. He looked back at Rey, eyebrows raised in question, and Rey nodded. Poe proceeded to pour five glasses.

“Boys,” Rey called out. “Come have some juice.”

Sky and Sam came skipping in, sitting around the table as Poe distributed the drinks, then he sat down himself. For the short time it took them to drink it was mostly quiet, but all too soon the children started picking at each other again.

Rey looked at Poe, who was watching her. “Did you get the schedule done?” he asked.

Rey glanced at the kids, then back at him. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s time for everyone to come out to the shop and help Shaina and I rearranged it,” he said with a grin. He stood and reached for Shiloh, who had stopped nursing long ago and was watching her siblings curiously. The baby reached back for him with a smile. “Come on, guys! You, too, BB8!”

With a wink, Poe headed back out into the Tatooine heat with all four of their children.

The silence was deafening.

Smiling, Rey got to work on the schedule.

[panda-writing]

A/N: So this is an idea I got like last night. And I wanted to write it into something before I forgot it. I had a few ideas on how I planned to finish it. And it's very different from those ideas.

I was gonna add more to it, and make it more angst, but I got the fluff feels, and it ended up being more of a fluff piece at the end.

But, I did leave it open ended incase I ever come back to it and get more ideas.

Oh, one more thing. This is about my main OC I'm writing a huge story on rn. And her ship is Rex, because that's the one I typically do with her. ((Sometimes I do Fives, but I think Rex and Amaya balance each other out a bit more because my girl is unfiltered chaos at times))

Type: OC x Captain Rex

Story type: Fluff, Angst /Ficlet

And the beginning starts a little dramatic again because I have been doing that a lot more lately.

(And here's this header of Ryder I made because I briefly mention him in the story-

Calling this: Knowing (Rex x Amaya)

It had been only a few weeks.

But the time... It was like a silence.

And it felt so loud.

They lost people before.

He's lost brothers. And she's lost friends.

But this was different.

So much different.

It was in the way it happened. And.... It was Fives.

It was Fives.

That made all the difference in the world somehow.

He had been trained as a soldier. He was expected to move on.. But it was hard.

And then again.. Amaya didn't want him too.

The same thing happened when Echo died. She didn't want them to force themselves to move on.

Maybe it's why he's never heard a clone say a bad thing about her. She was always there for them.

The worst thing he'd heard was that she could be reckless. A fact she clearly had known well, as she said it herself multiple times.

But in the same way, it's what had him worried right now.

She was usually more of a talker. Happier.

Of course, the affect of the war was a likely cause too. But he knew better.

He knew her after all.

After Fives... She had barely spoken to him. It worried him. And brought out paranoia from deep within that he never knew existed in his own mind.

She'd tell him though. Right?

If she was mad at him. Or the even more alarming possibility, If there were regrets or second thoughts...

But she hadn't said anything of that inclination.

She hadn't said anything at all.

They spoke the day it happened. But she hadn't said much on her own feelings. She was more worried about him.

That... Was in her nature. But at this very moment, it had his nerves at an all time high.

She stayed with him and comforted him. She had always been open in telling him and his brothers that it was okay to feel.

Some clones still stuck closer to their programming in that regard.

He knew she wasn't technically supposed to go through her emotions the way most nat horns were either. In some cases the Jedi were unhappy with her disregard... For, well anything.

She would break rules or disobey command if she thought there was a better way. She openly told (him) that she thought the code was stupid at times. And her openness to emotion, she had explained was also against it.

But this far in the war, she really didn't seem to care too much anymore.

After what happened with Fives.. The next time Rex had actually gotten to see Amaya was around 2 weeks later. And that's when he noticed her acting strange. Especially in the way she wasn't speaking.

Well, outside of their duty-bound responsibilities. Because that aspect did.

It wasn't the same though.

Rex was looking through the outside of the window. It was a little quiet right now. The bridge on a Venator usually was, save for when there was a battle.

Or if Skywalker was there-

Rex was lost in thought, he almost didn't notice it as Ryder came behind him and tapped his shoulder.

He was the Commander of Amaya's legion. He wouldn't usually try to figure it out this way... But it was one sure way to figure what was going on..

"Hey Rex, do you have a minute?" He asked

"Y-yeah. Sure. What's going on?" He answered, quickly gaining composure.

Ryder was subtle as he glanced around the bridge area.

"You know- actually, it might be better if I show you." He excused

He was a better liar than a lot of clones. Of course, he had lots of practice considering he was constantly covering for his general since the beginning of the war.

"Okay.." Rex said, following him out.

There was nothing there. This earned Ryder an eyebrow raise.

"Rex, are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I swear I could feel the tension in the air, and obviously I'm not a Jedi but-" Ryder cut himself off

"There's something on your mind, right?"

"It could be nothing. I've had a lot on my mind lately." Rex excused

Now, it was Ryder's turn to give Rex a look. It was really more of a side-eye than a specific look.

"You really think I don't know you by now, vod?" he questioned

"Besides... If you don't think it's nothing, then it probably isn't. Mind telling me what's going on?"

"You never know, maybe I can help.."

He didn't exactly have many better options here, but it was still better that no one knew about his relationship with the general, so he'd be keeping it as vague as possible without being suspicious about it.

"Have you noticed anything off about the General lately?" he asked

Okay, so he hadn't exactly meant to get straight to the point, but here he was.

"I mean, personally I've always found there to be something off about Skywalker, and I mean that's saying something considering how my own can be at times, but-"

He was quickly cut off.

"I was talking about yours, actually.." Rex said all while giving him a look about making comments about his own general.

"Oh-"

Ryder cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Though... Now that you mention it... Pierce has been a lot less, well.. herself recently."

"She doesn't joke around a lot lately. More focused on getting through with the mission and whatever. But I didn't ask, because I figured she'd tell me if there was a problem. She's always pretty open with that kind of stuff."

It was good to know it wasn't just him, but it still wasn't a great feeling.

"She's been like this since what happened with Fives-" His expression widened and he cut himself off as he realized he'd said it out loud.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Ryder sighed as he looked down, but Rex patted his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry. What happened.... affected a lot of us." 

"I don't know if there's much I can do to help... But maybe it would help if you talked to her? She values your insight and friendship as much as mine. I'm sure she'd talk, if she realized it was from a place of concern." He offered

Yeah... Friendship. That was one word for it.

"It's worth a shot." Rex said

Sometimes Ryder thought there was something going on in the back of his mind. But he never cared enough to try and figure out if there was or wasn't.

Things were complicated enough lately, he'd rather the one thing that didn't feel that way to just... stay that way.

He tried reaching her on her comm.

After the second or third time, she finally answered. 

'If you could really call that a response'

"Hey."

Was she mad at him? She didn't sound mad, but it was always hard to tell with Jedi. Then again... he never seemed to have that problem with her..

"Uh hi... Do you have a minute to talk?" he asked

"Not really, I'm working on some stuff right now."

"It's important." He sighed

Now he definitely felt like he had to ask her.

He could hear her sigh over the other end.

"Okay."

"But It's gonna have to be quick. I have a lot of stuff to get done."

"Right." Rex said

"Where are you?"

"I'll meet you- actually.." she said

Her tone seemed odd, but he'd let it go, for now.

"Uh... meet me at..."

"We'll go to the briefing room-"

Okay, so it was obvious he was making this up as he went along. He had his doubts she even noticed, considering her lack of reaction to pretty much anything he said right now.

She didn't think much of it as she made her way over. She figured it was just stuff about their current missions, otherwise she may not have even come. 

She really didn't want to take a break from all of this, but in all truth... she had nothing. All she had was her gut feeling. And she was basically grasping at straws here.

She walked in with her datapad incase she got there first. 

Of course, she hadn't. He was already there.

There was a look on his face, but what was it? Was he worried..?

Focus.

"Uh.. Hey Rex."

"Hey." he walked up to her, making sure the door was shut so no one could hear him talk about how he was breaking multiple GAR regulations.

"You called?" she asked cutting to the chase.

"Yeah. I did."

He looked at her face. He hadn't specifically seen her in a few days... And right now she just looked tired. 

Instead of starting how he was going to, he looked on in concern and asked "When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know. I'm not really that worried about it right now." She said in a nonchalant tone of voice

"Anyway, what did you need?"

What he needed was her to stop...

"I wasn't planning on asking about it like this, but I don't see any other way right now."

This was a them thing, she finally realized.

And it seemed to late to run off to avoid anything to deal with her mess of emotions surrounding her mind right now. Of course, if she had run off he'd either think he'd done something wrong, or likely catch her, and she had a feeling he was very capable of doing so if he really wanted to.

"I don't want to think about it right now." she sighed

He looked directly into her eyes, she avoided the eye contact.

"And why is that?" He challenged

"It has nothing to with you, But I can't... Not right now." 

"Do I get an actual answer? I've allowed you to essentially, ignore me for weeks upon weeks. I've hashed it out to you just needing space because of what happened with Fives..."

"But you can't keep avoiding me.." He hated how it felt, and being told that he wasn't gonna get a real answer had only made it worse

"It's not that simple." she turned and held her hand against her forehead for a moment.

he chuckled in a way that sounded both unamused and offended.

"If you think this is getting resolved without you telling me whatever the hell is going on with you, I suggest you reconsider that idea."

"I can't, okay?"

"I could and would tell you anything else, but I can't with this. Even trying to look into- It doesn't matter. Please just drop it." 

"Like hell." he said sternly

"You're not gonna keep doing this, whatever it is."

"All it feels like now... is that I did something wrong, or you're mad at me."

"And it sucks."

She never wanted to hurt him...

But what choice did she have in this scenario? If someone finds out what she's doing, and for some reason they figure out he had even the smallest amount of knowledge on it... She'd be taking him down along with her.

"You know..."

"I just wasn't convinced by it."

"What are you talking about?" He asked

"I don't know if I can say... If this goes wrong.. I can't risk involving you."

"What are you up to?" He squinted at her

"Oh the usual, war crimes and breaking multiple laws."

 That- that was kind of a joke.

And before now, he'd have been happy she was making jokes. But now, he definitely wasn't in the mood for that.

Especially considering the fact that anyone who really knew her, would also know that she often used jokes to deflect.

"That's not funny."

'Guf'nor'i, He's pissed.' (Expletive in her native language closely related to fuck, but not quite)

She nervously looked down.

"It's for Fives." and that's where she planned to leave it, but she should've known better than to think he'd just leave it there.

His expression softened, but now it was confused.

"Rex.. I don't even have any proof of anything."

"But he was one of my closest friends... If there's even the possibility he might be right. It is more than just duty for me to figure that out."

"What do you mean?" He asked

"What are you doing?" 

She refused to go into too much detail. She wouldn't bring the person she loved more than anyone down with her if she was creating her own path of damnation.

"The inhibitor chips.. I just want to find out.."

"He was killed by a brother. After everything- He wasn't dangerous... He was just scared and I-" 

She looked away, she didn't want to cry again. Especially not in front of Rex. Fives would hurt him more than anyone else... Except for Echo, but now they were both gone.

"I wish he could've gotten that chance to explain.. If I find out anything.. or he's right... He'll get that chance through me."

And she meant every last word of it. 

There was much she didn't say. Including the fact that she thought the chancellor was full of shit by his explanation. Of course, she already hadn't trusted him for a bit, so it was even easier to doubt him than before.

But ever voicing that was kinda treasonous.

But she was tired... so tired..

She turned back to look at Rex and sighed before leaning her head against his chest.

"Do you ever get tired of it? All the fighting?"

"The death... Everyone we've lost?"

He sighed, pulling her into a tight hug.

It seemed like he needed it about as much as she did.

"I love you... and I'm so sorry for everything." She said quietly, the regret filled her voice.

he held his hand against her face, he moved his thumb against her cheek, "I love you too."

He understood why she didn't tell him. But at the same time didn't like the idea of her doing something that had the potential to get her in that much trouble..

"Please promise you'll talk to me from now on."

She couldn't lie to him..

"There's more to it. But I don't want to say anything else."

"You're exhausted... I think we all are to some capacity. But tell me someday... We've started this pretty much since the beginning of the war, I don't want to hurt you and I know you don't want to do that to me either.."

She was 19 then... Became a Jedi Knight younger than most. She knew it was mostly because they needed more Generals, and was very aware of the mistrust that surrounded her... Yet, she was still grateful.

Now she was 21. And so much had happened.

Sometimes she wasn't sure how she'd been able to stay this strong.

She cupped his cheek before kissing him.

He had missed her and didn't hesitate to kiss her back.

He wasn't sure this was exactly resolved... And that had him worried. Last thing he wanted was to have to worry about Amaya for the same reasons...

Eventually she broke it off so she could hold him closer.

And then she yawned.

"Okay, when did you really sleep last?"

"I have no idea."

"Take a break, you're guilty of overworking yourself. Same as you accuse me at times." He said

"Rex.."

"Yeah?"

"Are you busy, right now, I mean?" she asked

"No, not really.. I was just staring out of the window until I- Why do you ask?"

She took a hold of his hand.

"...right-" he said

So maybe he didn't always catch on right away.

She sat next to him against the backwall, there weren't exactly seats, so they just sat on the floor.

She mindlessly traced her thumb in circles against the back of his neck, as she held onto him.

"Get some rest, Mesh'la."

"I'll be fine... until tomorrow.. Besides, how else will I get to talk to you?"

He tilted his head, giving her that one specific expression. She was pretty sure this tact could be considered cheating. But he still got away with it-

She gently moved his head and kissed him again.

"You win this one." 

"I usually do." he said

"Don't fool yourself. Usually if you win, it's because I let you."

"I'm not convinced."

She chuckled before leaning against him.

He held her close and eventually, she fell asleep.

[selene-and-the-cold]

Hi and welcome to my snz-kink tumblr. I'm Selene, in my 30s and love sneezing. Figured I might also include a pinned post.

My preferences are:

Colds and everything that goes with them (fever, caretaking, sore throats etc.)

Mess (from light spray to heavy mess/ snot)

Contagion

Caretaking

Fluffy scenarios

OCs with the kink

I also love to RP (preferably M/M with OCs, but I can also write M/F) with the topics above and am always open to discuss RP ideas! If you're interested, just hit me up!

Important: The fetish is something I enjoy in fiction and with fictional characters! I am not interested in talking about my own sneezes!

Also: this is a fetish/ kink blog, so minors, please dni! If you don't have your age or age range on your blog and follow me, I unfortunately will have to block you.

If you have any more questions, just ask! Thanks for coming to my tumblr :)

Alsoooo.... since I somehow discovered my writing muse again, I made a list with links to my writing. Not that much at the moment, but I know that if I am not doing this right from the start I'll end up with a mess of links :D

So links to my writing under the cut!

Writing includes O/ur F/lag M/eans D/eath and OCs

O/ur F/lag M/eans D/eath:

Angsty Drabble - Darkness - (sick!Ed, fever, coughing)

Sicktember Prompt 19: Curled Up With a Pet - (sick!Ed, cold)

Sicktember Alternative Prompt 2: Fuzzy Socks Stockings - (sick!Stede, cold)

Untitled little ficlet featuring a sick!Ed in a pillow fort

Original Work with OCs

Silas and Albert (Victorian era OCs)

Taking a Ride (Part 1) - (sick!Albert, M, cold)

Taking a Rest (Part 2) - (sick!Albert, M, cold)

Part 3 to be announced... ^^

Frolicking - answered ask for prompts "Sniffles" and "Warm drinks" - (sick!Silas, M, cold)

Robert and Nicholas

Answered ask - prompts "Road Trip" and "Sharing Is Not Caring" - Nicholas and Sebastian (sick!Sebastian, M, cold, ex-relationship)

Night-time Drabble - (sick!Robert, M, cold)

Drabble - (sick!Robert, M, cold)

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

For the end of year asks I have. So many:

2, 3, 10, 25, and 30!!! 💛💛💛💛💛

Hiya friend! Hell yeah, gimme all the q's! Here's what I've got after putting some thought into it for 2023:

2. How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!) Oh my God. I don't even know?!! I'm an artist at heart, but 2023 became a BIG writing year for me vs. art or craft making. Not by choice, since Adulting was really hard and everything was basically on fire, so I think I took up writing as a way to journal and cope tbh. My guesstimate between finished works AND WIPs together: I must have been working on at least 20 writing works. Which is kinda crazy...especially trying to do that for 2 fandoms. 😁

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer? I'm actually good at writing and extract Feelings when I'm given a limited word count. Like, I can somehow make the story work if I carefully choose my words and/or sentences since that word count makes sure I get to the point and I don't ramble on for too long. I've definitely been more aware of how I write depending on what it's for. Also, those short word counts have taught me to be cleaner or punchier. Which is always a good thing! I started writing microfics in 2022, and in 2023, I started writing more drabbles. When I signed up for a couple of fic exchanges, I graduated to writing short fics that were 2k or less. So, I think if I generally set some kind of word count for myself, that gives me a framework to determine how big the thing will end up being.

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? OOO, that is a tough one! Okay, I honestly love Pink Lemonade (Sterek, T, 600 words with art) because it's a ficlet with art, and the whole creative process just flowed when I made this whole thing! I wanted to play more with silhouettes for art (which I think we'll see more of for 2024). And then I already had this little story planned out in my head, so I threw those words down. I think this was probably one of the easier works I've put together because everything cooperated. Also, soft boys! ♥️

25. What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.) Scrivener! That program has changed the way I write, and I swear by it every day! The features are awesome (hello to color coding and snapshots), but I absolutely love that I have the ability to link to internal and external links. Lifesaver for a geeky researcher. I feel like I can actually organize my drafts AND my notes without being a trash goblin, so I've definitely been willing to write more because of that. When I had a recent power outage though, I did actually do some paper and pen writing, which was pretty neat. It makes the idea more concrete, and you bet that's going to become a fic soon. It's about...well, being stuck in a power outage...surprise! 😂

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024? I technically want to write sooo many things but I will narrow it down to a couple. The first one would be another installment out for Where do we go from here? I miss making things for Perciver, but 2023 really didn't let me give them the TLC they deserve. I looked back at my fic doc the other day, and I'm glad past!Krissy wrote drafts for 2 possible installments. They've got legs, so it would be amazing to get both of them out! I also want to see if I can get at least one of my longer Sterek fics posted up as well. Maybe it comes down to taking the baby steps to see which one I can finish first...the 50k 10-11 chaptered Beast that I started a year ago, or the 10-15k 5 + 1 Things fic that I started a month ago. We'll find out, I'm sure!

Thanks so much for the asks!

__ Previously asked: 15 and 17 Want to ask me more writer q's? Let me know via the 2023 in review fic writer asks!

[tortoisesshells]

2023 year in review fic writer asks: 1, 4, 18. and 26! <3

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

There's a scrapped version of chapter 30 of Customs and Duties where Nellie and Norrington fucked, which required a not completely improbable sequence of events - and also Nellie (who has, while notably more impulsive when feeling cornered, been pretty aware of what constitutes her best interests) to risk getting (1) knocked up, (2) outside of marriage, (3) in Boston, in 1739, (4) to a man who still has the power of life and death over her if and when she ever fesses up to that time she accidentally caused the death of one of his officers and even if they're getting along very well - well. Annoyingly, even though that version of the chapter didn't make it to publication, there was some good characterization in there, chiefly: “– Or I will retaliate. You’re only human, too.” “I don’t think I am,” he said, and then, when she must have made a face, “I mean ticklish, Nellie.” That was easily tested, at least – and though she ought to have been pinning the bodice of her gown back together, and though (she reminded herself) she was too old and serious to be acting like a girl – she lunged, and got her hands under his still-untucked shirt before he could stop her. Not that he made a sincere effort at it: he was too busy schooling his expression into complete neutrality.

“I know you,” she huffed, after she could see him biting down his laughter, “Don’t put that on with me to prove a point.”

“You were saying I enjoy coming out the victor, earlier.” “You’re a marvel of nature. That which you do that should irritate me somehow becomes irritatingly endearing.”

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

By sheer volume (and word count!), it was 1899 - I even did my first proper fic exchange for it! I suppose all that rage about it getting shitcanned for spurious reasons by Netflix was good for something.

18. What was the hardest fic to title?

I mostly wrote little ficlets this year, and those are always pretty easy to title for whatever reason; I think it's got to be labor, And the infinite separate houses - It was long, hefty, and I still have no clear feeling for titling things for Dark Shadows. I picked a quote from Whitman on a fairly tenuous association (main character associated with lilac perfume - gave her a lilac-embroidered kerchief as a fetch-quest - aha! "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd"!). It wasn't perfect, but it did the job.

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Truthfully, 2023 was more of a winter of discontents for writing, but I am genuinely happy with how ch. 29 of Customs turned out. The stargazing section may be my favorite thing I've written in a while!

End of Year Fic Writer Asks

[baladric]

💘💫🤍🪄 🦋 for the ask thing!

ehehe thank u anon!!!!

���� Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

honestly kind of all of them? i am chronically dissatisfied with my end products—mostly because i look back at them and see nothing so much as pacing issues, and a propensity to attribute too much emotional intelligence to my pov characters. i'm not going to rewrite them, but if i had a perfect world and limitless time, i'd rework both Sweet Hope and a pearl in my hand. they're both so good, but they could be so much better :')

💫 What is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

i'm very partial to the comments that involve people quoting the bits that personally victimized them >:3c with a very loud shout-out to the wildly sincere and personal ones—i write because reading has helped me through every hard moment in my life, and hearing that i've given that gift to other people means the fucking world to me

🤍 What's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

i think generally people pick up what i'm laying down, but one thing that irks me a little is a minor trend of people reading Sweet Hope and walking out with the "Maia Drazhar Is An UwU Cinnamon Roll" thing still lodged in their heads. as a person who's been categorized by many abusers/toxic loved ones as A Faultless Ray Of Sunshine, i can say that it's an awful, awful place to be, and unfortunately i take my job as Disillusioner Of Maia Drazhar's Fawn Image very personally whoops, which was kind of a central motivator for me in writing that story? like that's one of the core themes, right? maia's aunt attributes a faultless and innate Goodness™ to maia, and everyone gets Upsetti about that because they all recognize that maia chooses to be good, though he has every reason in the world to be callous and cruel—and that it's the deliberate choice of compassion and consideration that defines him, and not some like. idk built-in Sweetness Coding. he is not good or sweet—he chooses goodness and sweetness, and that distinction is very, very important to me, and to my interpretation of maia, because it allows for the complexity of human (elvish lmao) error. he doesn't always say the right thing, nor should he be expected to by those closest to him. he doesn't always make the correct choice, nor does anyone. so like. idk!! he's not A Cinnamon Roll!!! that is very reductive to me and rubs me very wrong!!!!!!!!

🪄 What is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

if it's a longer fic, there is a great deal of celebratory shouting and probably some excited dancing, followed by a jittery lap around the house before obsessively refreshing the fic page to watch the hits go up lmaooooo. for ficlets, i tend to say "NICE" very loudly, drop it and go do something else with a warm ember of satisfaction in my heart. usually there is a little drink involved in both of these.

🦋 What are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

oh boy uhh, everything kind of!! i worry a lot about my characterizations, bc i definitely have Opinions and i've come this far without getting my ass cancelled but i do worry about dumb stuff like oh no what if people don't like that i refuse to believe goblin emperor elves are all Literally paper-white and perfectly blonde or shit i shouldn't have leaned so hard into selectively mute link. and i do worry too about the self-indulgent Breakdown parts of my writing, eg the whole scene in Sweet Hope of maia breaking down at the opera or the big in pearl in my hand where link wigs the fuck out on sidon. those always feel too loud to me, somehow, like i've allowed myself and my characters too much license or awareness or Clarity or something? i usually refuse to reread those parts of stories tbh. like i'll do a cursory editing pass and then never ever touch those sections again bc i just get so embarrassed ;alkdfjwa;d

fic writer ask meme!!

[riseninsaturn]

oh??? pokemon au???? please take this ask as an opportunity to share more (if you'd like!) >_>

using this as an opportunity to actually flesh out some plot as opposed to me just kind of mindlessly thinking about it earlier-- i have a tendency to always make pokemon AUs regardless of the fandom i'm in because despite not playing many pokemon games im so obsessed with spending hours just looking at different pokemon types and moves and creatures, so.

i think plot wise we would have the classic Phoenix protagonist Edgeworth rival situation, Gregory can be the scientist father who dies at some point idk. Maya is one of the Water (? I feel like) trainers who starts accompanying Phoenix around, etc. you find out later that Edgeworth's adoptive sister, Franziska's, dad is one of the elite 4 who also doubles as Bad Guy Group-- Phoenix ends up defeating him, it ends platonic but over time they both grow up, Edgeworth goes to a different region to become a gym leader and/or scientist and Phoenix becomes a local gym leader (who eventually falls from grace somehow, idk something happens and he stops caring so much about putting up a good fight? idk)

I think w/ the Apollo and co cast we have more liberty to get funky with it since a lot of that earlier stuff is kind of following the generic plots of most PKMN games. TBH I cannot conceive of any real plot here and this is where I start to get more focused on just thinking about the types everyone has.

if i WERE to write a PKMN AU it'd be a few assorted ficlets in that universe or just one one-shot exploring it. I think that Ema is definitely a scientist interested in studying the PKMN who happens to kind of roam around the regions and keeps meeting up with Apollo, first coincidentally but at some point tries purposefully to hang out with him b/c friendship. Klavier is def a rival but I do think it'd be kind of interesting if he was a former Elite 4 or something alongside Kristoph? dunno but I do think that'd be cool.

it's late so I'm just going to kind of skim through a few websites but I want to put some genuine thought into this with different stats and strengths and locations etc, but just basic perspective on types & pokemon

Athena NEEDS an Audino. Then, either a Gallade or Medicham, because I think her having a Psychic + Fighting is very in character. I only think she keeps a few around-- I don't totally know her role yet in terms of this but her and Apollo are besties, naturally, and her and Simon are familial. (Note: Athena with a Mimikyu would be kind of iconic).

For characterization purposes SOMEONE needs an Absol. I think it would be cool if Klavier had one personally but I also could be on board with Edgeworth having one, I think you could take that in a few different directions for both.

I don't totally have reasoning for this but I think Apollo with a Wooper/Quagsire is REALLY funny. As a whole I'd want to give him a fairly diverse range of Pokemon, but leaning towards some of the more common ones, if that makes sense? Think he has a Pidgey evolved along the way, probably a fire/fighting, ground, etc.

The Paynes are known for fighting as a duo and both of them always have a Weezing.

This is a little out there but hear me out: Phoenix with an Abra (evolved along), because it's well established that he's lucky as fuck.

Klavier has a Malamar because I like to think i'm funny. He might also have a Sneasel though. fuck, I didn't want to make him a Dark type that was exactly the opposite of my point but i keep finding really great dark types for him LOL

Simon with a Honchcrow, obviously. Also at least one Dragon type for symbolism, or something.

this is the most fun thing i've done all day but unfortunately i have to sleep early for school tmrw :/ if you have more thoughts sully pls share always such a delight to see u in my inbox and notifs makes me smile lots. sorry for rambling i just have a lot of feelings about pokemon

[tsukkishinata]

ficlet: a cheesy scenario

ship: tsukihina

type: ficlet

complete?: i could write more probably

word count: ~1100

notes: this is my brain trying to think up the cheesiest confrontation so i can fall asleep but it just got intense and i had to write it down, notes included lol

i added more on 1/26/24 for some reason

Hinata somehow starts observing tsukishima. Maybe after or during shiratorizawa match but he notices him a lot more and eventually he realizes why he does. At first he’s all nervous and panicky when he’s around him but he later realizes how awkward it’s making their already not so superb relationship. Hinata eventually tells himself to calm down and that nothing will come from it and he’s just content with what they have already. He tries to bury his feelings and focus on ball but doing so makes him act stiff towards tsukishima. 

Tsukishima is of course super observant and notices all the changes that Hinata goes through but he doesn’t figure it out. 

Eventually Tsukishima corners him and asks him what is going on. 

Hinata refuses to answer saying nothing is going on and there’s nothing to say. He tries to leave but tsukishima blocks him off. (As he’s so good at doing). Tsukishima demands that he answers or he’s not leaving. Hinata doesn’t say anything so a tsukishima takes a step forward. 

“Don’t come any closer!”

Tsukishima halts. “You really hate me that much then, huh?” 

Hinata bites his lip. “I mean isn’t it the same for you, you hate me don’t you?”

Tsukishima is taken back. Hinata is loud and obnoxious and can be annoying but he doesn’t hate him. In fact…

He tells him as such, not the latter thoughts though. 

Hinata seems to have a weight lifted off his shoulders and looks a little relieved. But Tsukishima still doesn’t have an answer. 

“I can’t say.” Is all Hinata gives.

Tsukishima thought he’d broken through but apparently he was wrong. He’s resigned himself to accepting that Hinata does not trust him, does not see him as someone worthy of having his true thoughts ((I know what I’m trying to say but it’s 2 in the morning the words are not here))

“So you do hate me.”  He turns to leave. 

“It’s the opposite.”

Tsukishima stops in his tracks and looks back at Hinata. 

Hinata has his fists clenched and his shoulders taut and he’s not facing him. But he says it again.

“I don’t hate you. At all. It’s the opposite.”

Tsukishima is speechless. He stares wide-eyed. Hinata does not take the silence as a positive reception. 

He mutters that this is why he was not going to say. If tsukishima ever knew then he would obviously hate him. 

“Are you saying you… like me?”

“Is that so hard to imagine?”

“Yes actually.”

Hinata flinches.

“I’m not the nicest guy, especially to you. I can’t image why you’d choose me of all people.”

Hinata finally looks up at him. “You’re mean and tease me all the time but also you’re smart and always cool and good at volleyball and you can be nice sometimes so of course I would like you.”

There’s a silence again and Hinatas chest aches too much. He starts to leave but again Tsukishima blocks him. 

“Again?”

“Me too.”

“What.”

“You’re loud and obnoxious and kind of dumb but also you try the hardest and make me feel like I have to and it feels wrong when you’re not smiling and I can’t believe you got me to say all this.”

Hinata stares. 

“For real? You’re not lying or making fun of me?”

Tsukishima looks offended. “You think I cornered you into spilling your guts just to make fun of you? What kind of image do you have of me?”

Hinata shakes his head. “No I just… never thought this would happen..” his face turns red and he clenches his fists on ends of his hoodie

Tsukishima is also red and a bit baffled at the turn of events. He didn’t think Hinata acting shifty would have had the best possible outcome that would only occur in dramas and media. He scratches his head, not quite sure how to proceed. Well he has an idea but he’s too embarrassed to be the one to say it, his pride wouldn’t let him. 

Hinata glances up at him, half expecting him to make a move, since Tsukishima was the one that cornered him in the first place. 

Instead, tsukishima makes an excuse about to head back to club or class and leaves, Hinata calling after him. 

When they meet up for practice later they both get a little flustered and kind of avoid each other. The rest of the team think they are fighting and the senpai have them put aside from practice to talk it out. Which makes them more nervous.

Hinatas wondering why he’s acting like this since it was brought out in the open that they both felt the same way. He scratches his head, wanting to solve this “issue” so he can get back to practice. 

“So does that mean we’re dating now? Like… b- boy- boyf…” Hinata gets red even trying to finish the sentence. 

“Technically nothing has to happen. You didn’t ask, for either, I could easily pretend that conversation never existed and we can go back to being teammates or whatever.”

“What? Why would I want that? We both like each other right?” (Tsukishima shushes him, they literally are in the same gym with the rest of the team practicing, just sitting on the side.) “That usually means we’d go on dates and hold hands and ki-“ Hinata petters out. “And stuff.”

Tsukishima sighs. Honestly, he’s harbored his feelings for so long it almost felt unreal that they were being reciprocated. Has he ever actually imagined doing all that stuff with Hinata? Not actually, at most, maybe share a cake together, or just basking in the glow that was Hinatas presence without any shame. 

“Do you not want to then?”

Tsukishima has to look away, if Hinata had ears like a puppy, they would be folded down from being disappointed. 

“It’s not like I don’t want to… Do you even know what to do?”

Hinata puffs. “No, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try.” He grabs Tsukishima’s hand suddenly. “Look, I know how to hold hands.”

Tsukishima scoffs, Hinata literally just took his hand into a handshake. (Much like after their first 3v3.) He rolls his eyes and adjusts their hands so their fingers interlock. 

“Cant even do that right, squirt.”

The smug tone in his voice dies when he sees Hinata staring at their joined hands. He also looks at them, the size different and the warmth of Hinatas fingers between his has reality crashing back down on him. They pull apart, faces red.

Coach and Captain had been keeping an eye out on them just to gauge their situation but turn away when they realize that they’re probably actually fine and will join the rest of the team for practice when they’re ready. 

[asksafpepandbruno]

About

I stumbled upon this blog, what does SaF mean?

Hi there! I hope you like peppifake because that's all you're getting here.

As for the meaning of SaF, it's for Secrets and Flowers. It's the title of the fanfic these two came from. You could read it for context, but tldr: The events of the game happened. Peppino ended up stuck with Fake Peppino (who is named Bruno). They end up growing close, but hanahaki hits Peppino hard and he distances himself from Bruno until in the end where both of them confess about their feelings for each other.

Okay then, when does this blog take place?

Post-story. They've just decided that they're a couple.

Any rules?

If you got to this blog from ao3, I assume that you're old enough to read the fic. If somehow you did find this blog through tumblr? I'm hoping that you're not a minor and if you are, you should leave. I'm 20+ and I will post and crosspost my smut fics here, so it's best that you leave.

Besides that, I guess just don't be rude to the mun and other online etiquette. I'm having fun here; just enjoy the occasional writing. This blog is mostly an outlet for me to just put out little fics and experiment with character dialogue.

So... I've read the fic. Can I ask them about what they did in the bedroom?

You could try, but what exactly do you expect their reactions would be?

Just be a bit more suggestive instead.

Can we ask you?

Sure! You can ask me about them or about my other fics. Just don't assume I'll answer every ask.

What do you mean by "put in a prompt for them?"

If you want to, you can give an activity for me to write these two in. Could be something simple like "Pep and Bruno having Breakfast together." If you're shy, that's okay, anon is always going to be on.

Hey, what do those tags mean?

-character: That person is present and has dialogue or is the one writing out their thoughts. (Example: -pep and -bruno)

-a look in the garden: Little slice-of-life stories (These are more like ficlets than the usual one line description and dialogue.)

-answered asks: Just the asks.

-sappy stories: Sweet one-shots.

[cowandcalf]

Using ao3 tags to imagine a McDanno scenario I present you w this. Danny Has A Big Dick & Powerbottom Steve. The baddy they're after is gay & will be attending a male model thingy cos he's a creeper. Danny's this guy's type & has to go undercover. He doesn't want to. He's self-conscious about how big he is & those little shorts they want him to wear. Steve all tease until he sees why Danny should only wear those in front of him. Steve adds a sexual misconduct charge cos he touched his Danno

Dude!! Jesus! What a present! Wow, I love your Ao3 tags and the story that could rise from those awesome snippets and the hints hidden behind your words.

This is nsfw and includes smut that’s why I put it under the cut.

I have this weakness, this bone-deep crush on bottom!Steve who lusts secretly for Danny’s cock. Steve knows Danny is hung like a pony. His dress pants can’t hide the size although Steve’s convinced Danny wears snuggly fitting briefs to keep his prick in place. He just remembers those moments when Danny seemed to go commando, wearing fucking soft-cotton sports shorts, teasing Steve all day with the way his package bounced, leaving Steve to deal with boiling lust and serious hardness all they long. Jesus fuck! Steve had sore lips from all the licking and he almost ended cross-eyed from trying to look everywhere else but in Danny’s direction.

And he couldn’t really explain Danny why he kept a distance all day. Danny seemed really upset and complained about unfairness and that not everyone could be a damn SEAL, being always the best at everything. Danny really was convinced Steve didn’t want him in his football team because he thought Danny sucked at being competitive. Steve stumbled over words and explanations but nothing really made Danny’s mood light up again. Steve hated to see Danny so churned up about the situation. Steve bit the inside of his cheek hard to keep his control. He knew he was seconds away to blurt the most stupid, desperate stuff, like Fuck, Danny, your cock...it’s, can I...shit! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard because I can’t think of anything else but your dick shoved up my ass, okay? Because that would only leave him with a bruised jaw when Danny would sucker punch him for a second time, snapping his head back in the blink of an eye.

Steve was a bit ashamed the next morning when he woke up and the first thing his eyes spotted was his sex toy. The one he bought, imagining Danny’s dick, measuring the girth and the length with his hands. He paid in a rush and almost fled the store. What was he doing? His ears were hot and the burning feeling on his cheeks didn’t wear off until late in the afternoon and he was tired of the teasing from his team. Danny only shot him strange looks and answered his questions all day with this snapping tone.

Steve really tried hard to ignore the slight soreness of his asshole. The dildo was huge, okay?  It felt too good though and in the safety of his own bedroom with the lights switched off Steve just gave up the fighting. That moment when he stopped playing with the bottle of lube, that moment when he flicked the cap and squirted the slick onto his dildo he knew he opened the gates of his inner dam.

Steve had no idea how desperate he could groan when he imagined the way Danny would make him feel in bed, owning him, taking care of him, whispering praises while Steve’s hole gets stretched wide, teetering on painful. But he wanted Danny so much. He gasped around choked words, while Steve’s hand shoved the lubed, black, huge dildo slowly up his ass. He whimpered when his cum made a mess of his sheets, his hole clenched and it felt as if he had a muscle spams with all the dilatation he forced his ass to deal with. Steve collapsed, falling to the side, skin covered in sweat, his breath labored.

Steve blinks, confused for a split second and turns to answer the question the HDP officers asks him. “Yeah, we’ve got that bastard. Cuff him and get him out of my sight. If I have to look at him for one more second he’s getting way more than just a sexual misconduct charge.”

Steve shoved the suspect rudely towards the police officer and grabbed a blanket on his way to where Danny stands, wearing this tiny, tight, nothing. Steve’s hot under the collar and sports a semi. Danny’s big cock is clearly visible through that ridiculous mini designer swim trunks. He glares at all the model guys surrounding Danny, asking him if he’s okay. This creeper groped him from behind, squeezed his dick and Steve has had to watch the whole goddamn situation until his team was ready to move in. Steve is furious! This asshole touched his Danno, much worse, he touched Danny’s cock. Steve sees red and he knows without his steely self-control he would have shot that asshole a hole through his kneecap.

“Hey, Danny. You okay?” Steve chokes his desire and forbids himself to lower his gaze. He only watches Danny’s face. He angrily shoos all the young models away from Danny. If anyone of these stupid good-looking guys touch his Danno Steve will throw all caution to the wind and go all berserk. His body is pumped with adrenaline and his cock pulsing. And Danny is still half naked. Bad combination.

Danny hugged his upper body, obviously feeling extremely uncomfortable, exposed like this, bulging his mini trunks in a way that hides nothing.

“Yeah, I’m good. This piece of filth cuffed and led away?” Danny asks gruffly.

“Yes, Danno, I would have punched him for you but there were too many policemen standing around. I’ll twist his arm and maybe break one finger in the interrogation room later this day. I hated that he touched you.” Steve bit out while he shakes out the blanket and wraps it around Danny’s hips. His hands are a bit shaky.

“Thanks,” Danny’s shoulders slump and he bunches the blanket around his waist. “I can’t wait to get out of this cruel shorts. I feel castrated. Shit, they’re tight.” He murmured. “Don’t make me ever again do such a stupid undercover job, Steven. I swear to god!”

Steve blows air through his nose. “I won’t Danno, I swear. C’mon, let’s get you out of here.” Steve bulk divided the crowd easily. He slings his arm protectively over Danny’s shoulder and if someone sees a possessive gesture in his behavior this person can go fuck themselves.

Nobody touches his Danno.

Steve’s vision goes all fuzzy at the edges when Danny steps closer with ever step until Steve pulls him tight to his side.

“Get me out of here, babe.” Danny asks simply.

And Steve would have used his grenade launcher if anyone tried to stop them.

“I’ve got you, Danno.” He murmured and tucks Danny closer to his side with his prick hard as rock.

(Thanks again for sexing up my morning, anon! I love your ask! Mahalo for sharing these hot Mcdanno images with me! Hugs!)

[finniestoncrane]

do you think you could you write "pretending to be a couple" with some various pining riddlers?

thank you kindly for fueling my batman villain addiction <333

Pretend Couple

Riddler x GN!Reader, five little ficlets all around 500 words each lmao thank YOU for enabling me you precious angel! i hope i got enough pining in for you! this is so good so i wrote one for each of my riddlers!! was that a lot?? maybe but i couldn't stop myself so enjoy a lot of lil ficlets ;-;💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: kissing, groping, taking advantage, pet names

Arkham!Riddler: Visiting Hours

"I'm just very sick of Harvey getting visits constantly, when no one is here to see me, Edward Nigma! How is that possible? Even Crane has had people in to visit him!" Unimpressed with the somehow indestructible levels of narcissism that Ed displayed, you rolled your eyes and sighed. "Uh huh...so you thought 'I'll make up a pretend partner'?" "Yes...rather genius, isn't it?" He smirked at you, eyebrows raised, patiently awaiting your praise, which never came. "And you picked...me?" "Well, picked is a strong word. I was simply left with you when the other options declined." "Ok, goodbye, Ed!" You stood up, taking a few steps away. "Wait! I'm sorry. That was rude of me, my dear friend. Truth be told I've always had an idea that maybe we could have been more than pretend partners at some point." "I thought you were smart, Eddie?" You smirked at him, and he grinned back at you, ever the fan of the playful teasing you shared, bordering on flirting. "Truthfully, being inside is getting to me more than it usually does. You know me, I am, truthfully, the alpha in every situation, but recently I've felt rather...neglected." You sympathised with Ed's need for attention and affection. It couldn't be easy for him. You reached a hand out to hold his, placing your palm on top of the back of his and soothing him wtih your touch. "I don't want the others to think my prowess and skills end at the intellectual. I think you'll find that I am a deeply and versatilely skilled man physically too." "Gosh, Ed." You leaned in closer to him, aware that several other inmates were watching your interaction, resigning yourself to at least trying to be there for him. You spoke loudly, confidently, and with an air of playfulness about you. "I'll have to come back for conjugal then." Ed blushed, his cheeks turning crimson immediately before he managed to give you a crooked and embarrassed smile in return.

Dano!Riddler: Office Party

He looked apologetic from the moment he had shown up at your apartment to pick you up. You had counted eight times from that moment until now, when you were about to walk into the venue, that he had asked you if you were sure you didn't want to just go home. "You're just here to look normal so that I can look normal too. You don't have to do anything, nothing that makes you uncomfortable. And you don't need to talk to anyone either. And if you want to leave at any point just let me know because-" "Eddie, come on! We'll have a nice time. As far as we are concerned, we're just two friends having a nice time together. And, granted it was rather silly to tell them you had a long-term partner, I'm sure we'll pass well enough." You grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, several people turning to look at you both as you entered. "Wow...they really are surprised that you could convince someone to be with you." You whispered it into his ear, leaning onto him affectionately. "What is it you've done at this office to make them think that, and should I be concerned?" You teased him, pinching his side and making him crumple in on himself before heading to get drinks for you both at the bar table. Eddie watched you, trying to hide the longing in his eyes from you. There you were though, pretending to be his partner, garnering looks of approval and, he could swear it, jealousy from the co-workers who either ignored his existence or outright hated him for being in their presence. You were the only person he had ever come across who had been bold and willing enough to push past his cold, shy exterior. You had warmed him, and he had fallen hopelessly in love with you. Several people stood by you, and you had them all laughing. It never took you long to be the shining light of any room, and Eddie loved that about you. As he stared, trying to picture a world where someone like you might genuinely consider being with him, you caught his eye. Smiling and waving, motioning for him to join your new friends, you blew a little kiss at him too, his heart fluttering as though he could feel it physically reach him. And as he joined you, standing slightly behind you, proudly and silently, you took your hand in his and had him wishing he was brave enough to ask you on a date and feel this happy and normal permanently.

Gotham!Riddler: Bold and Brave

You noticed when he came into the library, you always did. Every time Ed was in, he always made a point of saying 'hello' and 'goodbye' to you, an awkward but oddly charming, and heart meltingly sweet, smile accompanying it. He was so tall and striking, exactly your type. And you were sure on more than once occasion that he was trying to ask you out. But he had stammered, nerves getting the better of him, and had left quickly. And your shy demeanour and inability to speak up for yourself was, to say the least, detrimental to your plans to finally ask him out and do the hard work yourself. After noting which aisle of books he was going down, you counted to one hundred and then got up to make your way down the adjacent aisle, hoping to just be near him. You could hear voices, and resisting the urge to shush them, you listened in. "So what are you doing in here, Nygma? You staring at the librarian again?" Just a half hour before he had arrived, several police officers had come in to take a look at the archive, which had been broken into an burgled the day before. They were standing before Ed, clumped in a group. "Just ask her out Nygma, we've all heard you talking about her. You too shy? Maybe you could tell her one of your dumb riddles, that might get her wet, you never know! She could be a freak just like you!" As much as their words were cruel, it was nice to know that Ed's infatuation with you burned as strongly as yours did for him. "How about I go ask her out? Show her what a real man feels like? Then you can take a turn at my scraps, huh Ed?" They were laughing, cruelly. Your stomach knotted at the idea of him experiencing any sort of humiliation and before you knew it you had rounded the corner and were walking into the aisle, approaching him from behind as the cops hushed their laughter and pointed at you. Their faces dropped though, as you walked in front of Ed, put your arms around his neck dramatically, and kissed him hard, only pulling away after what was likely thirty seconds but felt like a blissful eternity. "There you are, sweetheart! I was looking for you when you came in. You must have slipped by me." You turned to face the cops, who stood slack-jawed and irritated. "Imagine him, being so busy he forgot to come and say hi to his girlfriend!" Ed smiled wide, beaming as the officers walked past you both silently and into the archive to finish doing their job. Stammering, desperate to find the words to say to you, Ed stood open mouthed. Feeling a lot less nervous than you ever had before, you spoke up. "You could take me to dinner, Ed. As a thank you?" He nodded silently, writing down a time and place for you on a scrap of paper.

Capullo!Riddler: A Ruse

"So you tricked me? There's no party?" "Not exactly, no." "I don't know why I was so stupid? I mean why would you, famed sleazebag bachelor Eddie Nygma, need a pretend date for one of your stupid friend's parties?" "Maybe you wanted to believe the lie?" He smirked at you, the same smile that made you want to punch his lights out on an almost daily basis, if not hourly. You weren't even going to give him the satisfaction of reacting, turning away with your face neutral, only stopping when he grabbed your arm. "No no no no, wait, just wait!" You turned back to him, arms folded. "Well? I'm waiting." "I just didn't think-" "As usual!" You turned again, making it four steps closer to the door before he had rushed around you and was standing between you and the exit. "Let me finish. I didn't think you would come somewhere with me if there wasn't a reason to, unless you were getting something out of it." "Those three days of silence you promised are priceless." "See! Quid pro quo!" "So you bribed me, tried to get me to pretend to be your girlfriend, had me feeling sorry for you. Just to get me somewhere alone?" "Well, it's a date...isn't it?" "Not if I'm being given something to go on it!" "Erm...think of yourself as like my escort for the night." "Try again, Eddie." You went to walk past him, but he held your arms, looking down at you, a look of unnatural and unfamiliar sincerity crossing his brows. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just...think we might have fun. If you can push past this?" "Push past what? Everything about this whole situation and about you as a person?" "Yeah, seems easy enough." He smiled and you rolled your eyes back at him, caught off guard when he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you in to kiss him. With your hands out by your side, the started moving up in a bid to push him back, but instead you found your palms lightly landing on his suit jacket lapels, clinging to them and using them to pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss. When neither of you could breathe you both stepped back, tiny gasps passing between you. "Ha. I knew you liked me!" "You owe me four days of silence now." "Hmm...what can I get for a week?"

YoungJustice!Riddler: Family Issues

He stopped, knuckles raised at the front door, pausing to turn to you. "Ok, this will be fine right?" "Boy, your family really did a number on you, huh?" He let out a tiny laugh, trying to mask the terror in his voice, but the squeaking gave it away. “Look, it’s fine!” You took his arm in yours, smiling at him and nodding slowly, waiting till he started nodding with you before slapping his arm with your free hand. “I’ll be a great pretend girlfriend, no awkward questions about why you don’t have one yet, and then the only thing they can get on at you for is-” “-is the million other disappointments I bring to them, right.” “Right. Great!” Once inside, his mood was no better. There was a tense smile plastered onto his face, far too much of a grimace to pass as anything else, but either his family didn’t notice or they chose to ignore it. Every passive aggressive comment was met by your perpetually upbeat praise for him, and they commented on everything from the mundane to the deeply personal. “Eddie’s intelligence goes far beyond just science and maths.” “He makes an amazing eggplant parm.” “On the weekends we volunteer together!” “So far, he’s successfully executed five plans, with no help at all from me.” “I love his tooth gap, I think it’s cute.” “The colour green really suits him though, don’t you think?” “He’s so thoughtful, just yesterday he gave me this necklace!” Everything they hit him with, you were there to step in when he stuttered over his anxiety, stress at being questioned for every life choice he made rendering him almost speechless. After an intense hour, your sympathy for Eddie only increasing immensely by the minute, you were seated for dinner. The conversation all but mellowed out after the solid hour of deeply hurtful comments that you had batted back with such effort it truly felt like you were physically hurling them back across the coffee table at the kind of judgemental people who could raise someone so emotionally troubled as Eddie. You were allowed to think it, he was your best friend. His flaws were what you liked about him, they weren’t something to nitpick at or criticise. He was who he was. And as though he could sense that you were thinking about him, and the ordeal he’d already been through so far today, Eddie’s hand dropped below the table, nudging against yours. Without looking his way, not wanting to make a scene, you grabbed onto it firmly, squeezing it three times in quick succession. While his family were busy complaining about the way the soup tasted, he leaned to the side gently and whispered to you. “Thank you. Really.” You turned to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You owe me.” You smiled and winked, turning back to your bowl as he blushed into the glass he took a drink from, gulping heavily.