#word count: 225

[my-castles-crumbling]

brace - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 225

It's not for any particular reason Regulus picks this bench.

Or, at least, he tries to tell himself that. But as he sits quietly, reading his book and enjoying the cool morning breeze, he knows he's lying to himself. Because every few words, he looks up and around, not taking in a single word of the page he's been staring at for the past ten minutes.

At least, after five more minutes of distraction, he's rewarded.

James Potter comes running up the path, spots him, and grins the type of grin that makes Regulus's stomach drop and his knees turn to jelly. Slowing and stopping, the older boy moves to brace his body against a tree as he stretches his legs and tilts his chin in acknowledgement, calling, "Hey, Reggie! Beautiful morning, isn't it?"

"Don't call me that!" is all he retorts, but his cheeks light up pink and his whole body warms at the way James responds with a laugh.

And then the Gryffindor moves closer, stopping right in front of Regulus's bench, biting his lip and raising an eyebrow. "The view's extra perfect this morning, actually," he drawls, eyes shining.

But before Regulus can respond, James runs off, his laughter leaving strange bubbling joy in Regulus's chest, and he can't even deny it anymore:

Regulus will be back in the same spot tomorrow.

[phxntomsdusk]

chuckle sandwich!!! It can be romantic or platonic I don’t mind but just some fun with Chuckle Sandwich. Maybe ganging up on a guest for the show in a stupid bit or smth?

Playground insults - Chuckle Sandwich x GN!Reader

summary: just you throwing little kid insults at the boys

warnings: swearing, jschlatt threatening to kill you- (joke of course)

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @haunted-headset , @average-vibe , @ivvees-blog , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 225

Being on the podcast always ended with chaos, especially today. You had been in a particular mood, dishing random and stupid insults at everyone whenever you got the chance.

“And then he-“ You quickly cut off Schlatt as he was talking, a small smile on your lips. “Who?” He looked at you with a confused expression, about to answer before you spoke again. “Asked.”

Charlie let out an annoyed sigh, sounding like a tired dad as he shook his head and placed it on the table. Ted held back a laugh. And Schlatt looked like he was about to kill you.

“Say that shit again, I’ll put a bullet through your head.” He held up a finger gun, pretending to shoot you. You knew he was only joking (or at least you hoped), but you still put up a scared act.

“Oh, no! Don’t kill me!” You covered your face, before peering through your fingers and laughed to yourself. “Maybe death would be nice.. wouldn’t have to see that thing you call a beard.”

Ted and Charlie looked at you as if you were insane, while Jschlatt got up with an offended expression, stepping off camera and shouted very loudly. “What the fuck?! Who invited them?!”

Ted looked over at him with a raised brow, before clicking his tongue. “You did, Schlatt. You invited them.”

[pottersfia]

comfort | g.w. x reader

requested: “George feeling sad about his owls and going to Y/n for comfort”

word count: 225

“y/n?” you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend, george, call your name from the door of your dorm room. you were taking a mind break from school and reading in your bed.

you looked up from your book and smiled at george. “hi george.” as he walked closer to you your smile dropped from seeing the upset look on his face.

“are you ok?” you asked him. he shrugged.

“just really needed to see you, love.” he said. you moved over to make room for him and he laid down next to you. he wrapped is arms around your torso and rested his head on your chest. you gently played with his hair.

“how were the owls for you?” you asked him. you knew that george had been dreading this day. everyone was anxiously studying for weeks.

“i don’t know.” he sighed. “it was stressful. i’m not sure how i did.” you rubbed his back as he talked.

“that’s ok, georgie. at least it’s over now.” you said. he looked up at you and smiled. “what?” you smiled back. he leaned up and kissed you which you instantly reciprocated. he parted from your lips and kissed your cheek.

“read to me? i love listening to your voice.” he asked you. you nodded and reopened your book as he rested on your chest again.

[voonroo]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request fluff of vox having a crush / trying to court one of valentino's stars :3c like he loves her personality and how pretty she is rather than in a sexual way

Oh, You're A Star Alright

⌐‣Vox x Fem!Reader REQ.

Want more? Check out the masterlist↩︎

AUTHOR’S NOTE: AHHHH IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT I WAS IN A RUSH😞 FEEL FREE TO REQUEST A PART TWO ONCE MY INBOX IS OPEN!!

Vox x Fem!Reader

He first saw you one day when Val called him over to the studio for a second opinion.

Vox usually tries to avoid going to the actual studio where Val does his thing but even he knows sometimes he has to head over.

You were off to the side, waiting for your outfit for the first shoot when Vox walked in.

His eyes scanned the studio in search of Val but his eyes landed on you.

His gaze never left you until he heard Val’s voice calling him over from across the room.

He peeled his eyes off of you before walking towards Val.

He thought you were just another star of Val’s that he was going to use whenever he pleased.

But you were just so… captivating… yeah, captivating.

When you didn't leave his head for the next few days he knew he had to see you again.

He had access to all of Val’s employee's files, finding out your name and your work schedule.

He showed up on the cover of “Making Sure Everything Was Going Smoothly” It was easy to use that as an excuse considering what could happen behind the scenes.

Seeing you again just solidified something in Vox.

It was after your shift that you were approached by him.

“How about I treat you to dinner?”

Word Count: 225

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt: Candy 06/10/2024 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 225

Barty had never had a sweet tooth. It's not that he disliked sweet things more, just they weren't his thing. He preferred salty or savoury or sometimes sour or bitter. Lemons or salted cucumber slices or popcorn with enough salt the ocean was endangered. Black coffee and liquorice. That's just how Barty liked things, just his taste.

Evan was the complete opposite. He hardly ever detached his mouth from a Lollipop, or bubblegum, or some sort of hard-boiled sweet. He reeked of all things sweet, toffee, and hot cocoa. Like walking into honeydukes on a summer day; that's what his jumpers and robes smelt like. Sugared tea and candy hearts. That's how Evan liked things, his taste.

That's what made them such an unlikely pair. Hardly anyone would believe how much they loved each other. That Barty would willingly mash faces with the embodiment of a sugar cube or that Evan would agree to do the same with someone who would probably enjoy a salt lick as a birthday gift.

If you looked closely, you'd see salt and sugar grains aren't so different, easy to mistake. That's Evan and Barty, so different yet so similar. Bittersweet, like candied peel or burnt sugar. Sweet and salty like salted caramels or popcorn from the cinema. They just complemented one another in a way no one could quite understand, not even themselves.

[sanjoongie]

𝕎𝕖𝕥𝕕𝕒𝕪

🌇Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader (f)

🌇Genre: smut, pwp

🌇Au: Non-idol au

🌇Trope: established relationship

🌇Warnings: sub! reader, dom! mingi, oral (f), finger (f), squirting (f)

🌇Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🌇Word Count: 225

🌇Summary: mingi wants to try to make you squirt

🌇divider by @cafekitsune

🌇Tongueday | Masterlist | Thirstday

"Mingi," You whine his name desperately, your hand holding onto one of his ringed fingers while the other hand works in and out of your hole.

Mingi raises his head from between your legs, face covered in your slick. “Hold on, Babe, I know I can do this.”

Your head falls back onto the pillow and you start to whimper again. If Mingi’s face wasn’t half hidden from lapping at your clit, you would have seen him smirking at the noises you were making.

All it had taken was one clip from a porn he was watching, and Mingi declared he wanted to make you squirt. It had made your face heat up at the mention of it but after the hour or so he had spent getting you off, you weren’t one to complain.

Your legs close around Mingi’s head and he knows he’s finally getting somewhere. Your voice crescendos and then finally you both find the release you’re seeking. 

Mingi sticks his tongue out somewhat vulgarly, letting your wetness squirt onto his tongue, ringed fingers still moving in and out of you, lapping up at the moment. 

“Oh my god,” You say, casting an arm over your face, “That was--”

“We’re doing that again,” Mingi says with a boyish grin on his face and you find that you can’t deny him that pleasure.

[arilevenatz]

You are - TEASER

Pairing: pirate!jongho x town girl!reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 225

Posted! Click here to read You Are

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, abuse (not done by the boys) minor character death, jongho is a shy baby, there are prob gonna be more

AN: I feel like screaming. This has been in my drafts for more than a year when the 'Everything' MV came out. The MV broke me and I was a crying mess. If y'all couldn't tell, my boss is jongho and I have seen that there are not that many good jongho fics in any platform. So I have taken the initiative. (Even tho idk if it's good or not) Anyway if y'all wanna be tagged just reply with your @ . AND please reblog and like it helps me alot

jongho, never fell in love. Not because he didn't want to, it's cause he never had the thought of it. I mean come on he is the youngest in the ship, and he can't just think about these when all of his hyungs are still single.

She, was lonely, although her family was big, it was toxic so she was always left out. And all she wanted was someone who will listen to all her problems and let her cry on their shoulders.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” he muttered, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward in a faint smile.

“Maybe,” you teased, feeling more at ease with him than ever before.

When the night sky filled with stars, the two of you found a quieter spot on the edge of the festival grounds. You sat on a low stone wall, watching the festival bustling with people even though it was pretty late at night.

“Thank you,” you said after a while, your voice soft.

Jongho turned to look at you, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “For what?”

“For taking me here,” you said, meeting his gaze. “Looking out for me. You didn’t have to, but… it means a lot.”

He was silent for a moment, his eyes studying you. Then he nodded, his voice quiet but firm. “It’s no trouble.”

[enhafilthandfiction]

Secret naughty things you two only know about >:)

A/N : Hello! ik the title isn't that clear but idk how to phrase it, like inside jokes between you, but not jokes, like things in general- whatever read and find out :)) Inbox is open!!

Pairing : Bf!HyungLine X Fem!Reader

Warnings : some crack, sexting, dirty talk, degrading names, being horny, slight mentions of oral (f.rec) at the end.

Word Count : 900 Words (About 225 words each)

Masterlist

» Lee Heeseung «

Intertwines middle fingers with you

When you two are out, instead of holding hands like a normal couple, he tends to fuck his middle finger into your fist until you get the message and also stick out your middle finger, wrapping it around his, forming a little chain.

Sexting each other when you're with friends but both bored

He takes out his phone from his back pocket and opens your contact, sending you a cheeky message. He glances at your spaced out face from across the dinner table and you feel the familiar vibration of your phone in your back pocket. A smile forms on your face as you read the message, smirking and sending him one back.

Hee <3 - 6:32 pm Fuck baby, you look so pretty, can't wait till we get home, wanna fuck you in that slutty little dress you're wearing

Y/n-ie - 6:35 pm I'm so wet for you Seungie, can't we just fuck in the bathroom?

Hee <3 - 6:35 pm Anything for you baby, you go first, I'll come after you ;)

» Park Jay «

Wearing each other's clothes

He absolutely loves it when you ask him for his clothes because 'he has a better style' or because 'his clothes are comfier'. He loves picking out clothes for you, it makes him feel warm on the inside because you're like his little baby. He loves knowing that you're wearing something of his so you could think of him whenever he's not with you. He also doesn't mind asking for something out of your closet, always wanting to keep something of yours with him. He especially loves the fact that no one knows that you share clothes.

Eye fucking each other

He tends to stare at you for too long, just to get you hot and bothered. He won't take is eyes off of you until you start looking back at him. It soon becomes an intense staring competition until one of you breaks. You can see him smirk from your peripheral vision, feeling small under his gaze. When you break contact, he just winks at you and flicks his eyebrows up and down, a signal to what he's gonna do to you back home. All you can do is smile, and he gets your message. He loves how you two can communicate just with eye contact without anyone suspecting a thing.

» Sim Jake «

Wearing matching underwear

Every time you two go shopping you always end up coming home with a new pair of matching underwear. It could either be a leopard print or with colourful doughnuts but his boxer briefs and your panties are always matching. The benefit of this is that when you two are getting dressed, you always pick a pair of underwear together and sometimes he even offers to put it on for you. Even before showering, he prepares your pjs (which could also be matching) and most importantly, your matching underwear. He likes it because you're the only two that know about it.

Whispering dirty / naughty things in your ear

He loves flustering you, making your cheeks go red, especially when you're with your friends. He comes up behind you, pretending to innocently back-hug you, until his lips make their way to your ear, whispering things that only you can hear. That way, no one listens in to your business and it's just between you two. I think this becomes a habit for him and he starts whispering the normal things in your ear too. "You're so pretty Y/n" he whispers as his hands rub along your waist "I'm gonna fuck you so good once we get home" your friends could only guess what he's saying that's making you blush like that.

» Park Sunghoon «

Has dirty talk as a love language

Behind closed doors he calls you all sorts of insulting names, but you know that he's just adoring you and so why he calls you those names. His favourite ones are probably 'slut' or 'doll' so when he calls you that you know he's just cooing at you. He loves telling you what he wants to do to you, all his dirty fantasies involving you. You could be doing something as simple as brushing your teeth and he goes like "Bet I can fuck your mouth better than that toothbrush can" because a thought of you giving him head had just ran through his head. He also loves praising you by degrading you. "My dirty slut, taking me in so well" He knows you like it when he talks to you like that cause you can't stop clenching around him. You love the fact that he only talks like this to you when you two are alone, it's a different hot side of him.

Has codes for when one of you is horny

He suggested creating codes between you so you can know when one of you is needy. It can be as simple as an irrelevant word like 'pineapple' or 'whipped cream' and he gets the message. It could also be a whole phrase or situation like "Hoon, I don't feel too well, I think I'm sick" you say with a cheeky smile. He immediately gets the message and excuses you both from the boring place you were at, taking you to the closest private place and getting down on his knees, lifting your skirt up as he stuffs his face in your wet, needy core.

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[mummers-of-the-heart]

To Be Free - Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x GN!Reader

Premise: The chains of caring weigh heavy.

Word Count: 225 words

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Trigger Warning for themes of murder, yandere, loss of control, manipulation, ambiguous ending, and general creepy things. Also possible OOC. Not beta read or edited. Written in 45 minutes while sleep deprived.

Spoilers for the ending of season 1 of Hazbin Hotel and the subject matter here is dark. If anyone is a BSD fan, you likely already know what to expect because it is inspired by that one character. Can be read as romantic or platonic. Also tried to keep aroace in mind with writing this. Even as someone who is aroace spec, it can be hard to express at time.

Alastor collected eccentrics. People that stood out in an entertaining way particularly. With them, he could simply stretch out a hand and play them like a fiddle as they grasped for any sort of connection.

Exert control over others.

It gave him a feeling of control that was clipped away from him. Do unto others what was done to him.

You were just another part of his collection.

You struggled to maintain your perceived humanity in hell. He watched. He laughed. He toyed.

For years, he saw you hopelessly toil away.

Alastor didn't know when he started to care. It was something he never noticed.

Perhaps it was when you managed to get your hands on some old vinyl and hummed along to the songs he listened to while he was still alive.

Maybe your attempts to cook foods similar to your favorites in the human world wormed their way into his heart.

It wasn't until he realized the damage Adam had done to him that a small itch grew in the back of his mind.

Oh, how he hated it.

How those strong emotions chained him. That realization was suffocating. Tighter and tighter they grew with each second.

What was different about these feelings and the contract?

Kill.

That attachment tied him to another person. It limited him. It took away even more control. It...

His claws dug deeper.

Be free.

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[renmackree]

2024 AO3 Wrapped

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[my-castles-crumbling]

slip - wolfstar - September 10th - @padfootmicrofics - word count: 225

They were late. Running as fast as they could toward Transfiguration, Sirius nearly tripped over a crack in the corridor, only righting himself at the last moment, leaning over his knees to take a second to breathe, his hair falling over his face.

"Alright, love?"

The nickname slipped through Remus's lips before he had the chance to hold it back, causing both himself and Sirius to freeze. For one ghastly moment, Remus thought Sirius would run. They'd barely acknowledged that they both enjoyed snogging in hidden alcoves between classes, let alone the feelings that went along with those lingering touches.

So, hesitantly, he grabbed Sirius's shoulder and turned the other boy so the sheet of black hair fell away, revealing his face.

But Sirius didn't look scared, or even mad. Instead, he was bright red, and he looked....

Well, he looked turned on.

"F-fine," he mumbled distractedly, still scarlet, as he stood upright and brushed himself off.

But Remus's mouth slowly split into a grin, because oh. This was new. "You sure, baby?" he asked experimentally, eyes on Sirius's face.

And as the other boy turned almost purple with the word, Remus chuckled.

"Yes," Sirius gritted out, biting at his lip. "Now let's go, before I change my mind and decide I have better things to do than go to class."

Smirking, Remus followed him.

[cher-rei]

afterglow pt- 13 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, fluff, slowish?? burn and just a good time

[wc: 5.3k] afterglow masterlist

notes: rahhhhhh!!!

spamjam._.

liked by liverpoolfc and 3 244 225 others

spamjam._. may 24th anyone? [tagged: taylorhinds]

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taylorhinds 👀💜 [liked by spamjam._.]

liverpoolfc collab of the century I fear

→ spamjam._. if you know, you know 🤞🏻

user collab?? are they doing a photoshoot together or something?

→ user probably, you know how jamie is and her random promo photoshoots for brands 😭

→ user take back to the adidas shoot last year omw

→ user life was so much easier back then

virgilvandijk oh, so you were serious? 😂

→ spamjam._. I had a 10 hour board meeting yesterday for this. don't test my commitment 🙄

trentarnold66 she's a baller 🥵 [liked by spamjam._.]

harvelliot LET'S GO!! COUNT YOUR DAYS ON THAT PITCH

fía.messi bro has me flying over for this 😭 [liked by spamjam._.]

→ spamjam._. I couldn't get your dad so I had to settle for the next best thing (and mateo is only 10 so I had to choose you 😔)

"what's the date today?"

"the 23rd," laura answered promptly and went back to typing something on her laptop while the rest of your media team carried on with their personal tasks in the meeting room.

you stood at the whiteboard in front— a black marker in one hand and your ipad in the other as you wrote out and marked certain dates down and finalised a few things.

"okay." you tapped the marker on your chin and took a step back from the board, gaining everyone's attention. "those pictures are up for the efl final, but I'm going to need a date for next week for my meeting with the set designers and stylists because I have a few ideas for the launch."

sienna, another member of your media team was quick to check her calender, her email set up on her desktop. "you're good for march 4th if we're set to release the shoot may 7th."

you bit the inside of your cheek as you thought for a moment. "put it down. I'd also like an update on the news for the boss' special collection and," you wrote down something under the title national duty. "I need the flags ordered asap."

the room fell silent after that, everyone in their own headspace while the sound of keyboards clicking sounded through the room. you wanted to make next season's kit release a big one, the board giving you three words to ride off of and the mock design for the kit a few months ago.

you quite liked the tribute to the design and after consulting a few close professionals (sophia and alexandra) there was an idea of what you were going for. the idea of a more sophisticated look and aesthetic ran through your mind, the question of how would you style the jersey yourself playing a role.

"moped," you blurted which got you a few strange looks. "I want a moped for the shoot."

logan, who was silent for most the of the meeting eyed you for a second. "like the scooter?"

"the bike from that one disney movie?" laura followed and pulled up her pinterest page, moving her laptop to show you and you nodded, writing it down under the kit launch column on the board.

"I want it in red and maroon and see if they can get the jersey design on it," you said while tieing up your hair because this was oh so obviously only the beginning of the meeting.

you had been so busy the past few hours, confined between four walls that the only sunlight you were getting was the light emitting from the passage through the simgular glass wall of your meeting room that overlooked the second floor. your phone was probably buzzing with messages from clara asking you when you were free for your lunch break but that was the last of your worries.

but eventually something caught your attention from the corner of your eye as you stood in front of your team, going over some extra details. "the videographers are working on it currently so all we nee--"

you paused mid-sentence, the glimpse of a figure strolling past the room catching your attention for a moment. "uhm, all we need is to check if..."

they walked past again, only this time at a pace that was definitely noticeable. normally you would've disregarded trent's childish behaviour in the middle of work but everyone was growing agitated and needed a break.

you flicked your attention from your team to trent who was strolling along with his hands in his pockets, only to come back a second time, then a third until your team gradually noticed him. your lips drew into a thin line as he sent them a small wave, pretending to be busy.

"okay, everyone we can take a break." you set the markers down, their thankful sighs of relied making you laugh. "I'll see you in 45, okay?"

the seven of your team members flooded out the door in no time, leaving you alone while trent waited until they were out of sight to finally enter the room. he walked up you the whiteboard beside you, trying to act as if he knew what any of the writing meant while you continued to joy a few things down.

"don't try anything, the walls are literally made of glass," you said unbothered without taking your attention off of the work in front of you.

from beside you trent mocked an expression of hurt, offended that you'd accuse him of coming here just to do something. "I wasn't going to. I came here because I just happened to be walking by after our gym session," he answered, the lie dripping off his tongue effortlessly and you gave him a look.

you didn't respond, instead becoming immersed in your work once again. the marker in your hand moved between the spaces of your fingers, a pout forming on your lips as you concentrated.

don't get him wrong, trent found it extremely attractive that you were in your element— your hair messily tied up, the marker in your hand spinning between your fingers and the look of determination on your face made him crazy. but he was just a man after all and wanted to spend some time with his... free trial user.

with a sigh he sat down at the desk, spinning aimlessly on the chair to try and cure his boredom. he hated this— referring to the lack of privacy in the room because the blinds were open. suddenly, he perked up at the sound of your voice, but to his dismay, you weren't talking to him and were on the phone with someone he didn't care about.

"yes, I'd like to keep them neutral but you can have a selection and we can test them out on the day of the shoot," you said and hurried back to the whiteboard to write something down.

the sound of the marker squeaking on the board made trent cringe, that and he wished that you'd just sit down for one second. when the call ended, you felt the his eyes on you, a look of judgement perhaps? but what did he expect? you were at work and had to get things done.

"someone's cranky," you joked while flipping through a binder.

he threw his head back with a scoff. "well yeah, you're not even looking at me. you probably don't even care that I'm here right now."

really now? you rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, a smile dancing on your lips. "a lot needs to be done before the end of the month unfortunately and I'm kind of in charge of that." you scrunched your nose at the last part, the feeling of admitting that you were in charge sending a weird surge through your body.

tent pursed his lips, his look softening at the way you continued to flip through the binder, mumbling to yourself about not finding something. "I know but--"

"--there aren't any 'buts'." you put your hands on your hips, sending him a stern look to showcase your point. "you're supposed to be focusing on recovering. it's already an issue that you won't be playing sunday, we need you fit for the last few games of the season at least."

the room fell silent again, slight tension building up but you didn't care because it was the truth. it wasn't just him— it was curtis, darwin, mo and dominik as well. a few of their most crucial players were injured and unfortunately that make their chances of winning slimmer. and as excited as everyone was to play on sunday— the kids included even if they only got about five minutes of playtime, but this was still a final.

the coaching staff was agitated, virgil didn't know how if the chelsea squad were going to put up a fight and the injured players were beating themselves up. it wasn't an easy time for anyone right now, but they needed to focus. and right now, it seemed that trent wasn't getting the message.

it was unlike him, and you could see from the way that his leg anxiously bounced up and down that he knew that. so as much as you needed to reprimand him and remind him of what needed to be done, you could also tell that he wasn't okay.

with a sigh, you put down your things and went to lock the office door and close the blinds. the room was encapsulated in slight darkness again, prompting you to switch on the overhead lights that weren't needed earlier on.

trent remained quiet though, even when you came to sit down on the table in front of him. you looked down at him, the footballer leaning back in the chair.

"talk to me, what's bothering you?" your voice was laced with genuine worry and it made him ease into his seat further.

"nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see you but I guess it's a bad time." he plainly shrugged his shoulders, a look of mock dismissal on his face.

you quirked an eyebrow at his answer. "that's the worst lie you could've come up with right now." despite your targeted response you gently took his hand into yours and prompted him to speak. "is it because you're benched for the rest of the month?"

"yes and no," he said, looking up at you. "yes because I let the team down when they need all the help they can get. this is important to all of us and ever since my stupid knee happened I've been acting up."

he didn't need to mention it, but he was referring to the match against burnley where he was subbed off at halftime. you knew that it took a toll on his confidence, both on and off the pitch. there wasn't much you could do unfortunately besides comfort him.

"don't look at me like that," he groaned and leant forward to rest his head on your thigh, the embarrassment sinking in. "I sound so emotional, my ego is buried six feet under right now."

you stifled a laugh at his retort and let your hands run gently up and down his back. "it's okay. I'll ask harvey to pick it up for you, it's not a problem for him."

trent couldn't help but laugh, the feeling of his fingers trialing your thigh sent a shiver through your body. the two of you held that position for a bit longer, the feeling of being near each other enough to ease your respective anxiety.

"you're going to get better okay?" you said softly and he hummed in response. "whatever happens, happens but you need to do what you can. that's all that matters, so for now you're going to be the best bench warmer ever and support your team."

it was the day of the efl final and the team was ready— standing ready with their mascots at their sides in the tunnel that you were running through to make some last minute checks.

maya messaged earlier on in the day to say that they'd be at the match today and you couldn't wait to see them again after such a long time, especially alex who was apparently extremely excited to be here.

today more than ever you wore your liverpool jersey proudly only to be called out for wearing it by a familiar face. you just finished wishing the team goodluck when a chelsea player caught your attention in the line beside you.

you eyes rolled at the sound of the voice but you turned to look at him nonetheless, the smile on your lips slightly forced. "colwill."

levi put out his hand for you to take into a friendly handshake, a cheeky smile on his face as he looked you up and down. "It's always weird to see you in anything other than blue. you switching sides for the day?"

the backhanded comment was obviously a joke, it was natural for the two of you to have banter like this despite the fact that it had been years since you last talked to each other. from the line beside you, harvey was shamelessly watching the back and forth.

it made no sense to him that you always knew someone. in every situation and match of theirs, there was always someone that you knew.

you scrunched your nose at levi, not liking the idea of wearing a chelsea jersey. "we'll leave those blue days of mine at the academy thanks. good luck for today though, you're going to need it."

levi stifled a laugh at your goodbye and watched as you left the tunnel, old memories flooding back but never staying.

"academy?" harvey asked out loud, not meaning for levi to hear but he did and nodded. when he told harvey that you played for the chelsea academy before you left london it raised some intrigue amongst the reds on his side.

judging by their facial expressions he could tell that it wasn't something you liked to talk about. "she got called up a bunch of times for the first team but never took the offer. first time around she was 15."

there was no other reaction from harvey other than an irritated groan, his head shaking to the side as they started to make their way out of the tunnel. "she's lived 100 lives I'm telling you."

from behind him, andy hurriedly shushed him, the laugh barely staying inside because of the strange encounter. but harvey was right— it felt like you've lived 100 lives because there was a piece of you everywhere, a piece of you imprinted within the memory of so many people.

"the carter effect," harvey mumbled to himself with slight distaste as he stood in his position on the pitch waiting for the whistle to blow.

agonising. that's how you'd describe the first of the match. it was like a game of tennis— back and forth but the team was showing resilience against chelsea and their 10 man defence strategy. the man to man marking made you want to scream, because this was not the strategy of a team that knew that they were going to win.

"fucking cowards," you muttered under your breath and jayden danns— one of the kids who were newer to the first team bench, gave you a look.

feeling his judgemental gaze on your side you looked at him with widened eyes, gesturing to the pitch. "it's the truth. you can't play football like this, it's disgraceful."

from the seat beside you, bobby clark, another one of the children (as you liked to call them) spoke up and asked you about how long the chelsea squad could play defence. there wasn't a definite answer on your side as you sat with your hand on your chin in thought.

eventually, it had all the kids in thought, all five of the boys that you were looking after watching with determined eyes to see if there was a break in chelsea's defence.

"the only forward who they're expecting to score is palmer," james said and you scoffed, the rest of the bench chiming in to talk about cole palmer's recent performance and how it's been saving chelsea a ton.

spamjam._. added to their story!

amongst the chatter, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. the name that popped up on your notification center made you smile— trent who was sitting in the stands with the rest of the injured players.

the last few minutes of the first half played out in a way that had your blood boiling. conor who was starting in trent's position today was playing exceptionally well for his first official start for the team, but someone else saw that as a threat apparently.

one shove from ben chilwell on conor had you out of your seat in an instant. the two players managed to fall on top of each other because of conor's honest tackle, and ben chilwell saw it as a challenge for something more.

seconds away from half time and a fight was about to break out and naturally the liverpool players tried to stop it, with a few players feeling provoked (cody and harvey). luckily it was broken up before anyone got seriously hurt, but by then you were already on the touchline alongside jurgen waiting to jump in.

the half-time whistle blew and you watched with distaste as they walked into the tunnel. instead of going up to the press room like you normally would, you decided to take a quick trip into the stands where the injured players were. you were alone today, and for another 4 months because clara was officially on maternity leave.

she was nearly 5 months into her pregnancy, but you still couldn't get behind your stupidity and not noticing any sooner. the signs were blatantly obvious but you thought it was normal— the loose clothing, strange cravings and her mood swings were nothing out of the ordinary.

she was doing well though, and was staying with her parents for the time being or at least until the season was over so that she could go back home with mason. at least she had stability, that's what mattered most.

"nice of you to visit us," curtis sarcastically greeted as you stood on the outside of the barricade. "I see the boys are treating you well."

it was clear that he was mocking you so you flashed him a tight lip smile. what the kids were doing was asking you questions about anything that came to mind— why you decided to work in marketing? was it true that you and trent were dating? (which you denied obviously)? who would win in a fight, a shark or a tiger? and funny enough you recalled jobe asking you the same question a while ago.

"a shark or a tiger?" he asked with a challenging smile.

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at jude next to you, who shared the same expression of confusion. "well where's the fight happening?" you asked jobe who made it clear that he didn't like the follow up question.

he pulled a face at you, "what do you mean where's the fight?"

his question left you and jude speechless, his older brother trying to prompt his understanding of the situation further but jobe was stubborn and didn't care about the logistics of the scenario.

"it depends on where the fight is," jude said and you nodded. "they live in different environments entirely so it matters."

jobe rolled his eyes at the question, almost as of it were ridiculous. his shoulders tensed up and he leant forward on the chair he was sitting on. "yeah, but who would win the fight, this isn't about the environment."

you stifled a laugh, in further disbelief. "jobe where is the fight? where is it happening?"

"that's not the point!"

you couldn't stay to chat long to trent's dismay. he couldn't even hold your hand and the look of despair on his face said it all. but you agreed on keeping it on the low, no physical contact in public because there were always cameras around.

you flashed him a smile and waved before heading back to the bench just in time. a sigh of exhaustion leaving your lips at the thought of another 45 minutes of back and forth.

it was around the 60' minute when something built up, having you on the edge of your seat and holding your hands together in prayer and desperation until the ball finally hit the back of the net. however your rejoice didn't last long because once again, the referee was checking for offside.

you stood with your hands in the air in shock, utter hatred for the decision alone. "that wasn't offside at all! what the fuck kind of decision is this?"

the rage and irritation in your tone only grew when the referee called it, your scream drowning out in the sea of groans from the supporters. if it wasn't for james then you probably would have gone up to the stewards yourself to complain.

this was nothing new for the team though, and it was evident in their unimpressed expressions as they got back into position again. you carried on complaining for quite a bit after that— if there was one thing that you hated, then it was cheaters and liars. there was no reason to call the goal offside.

not too far away in the stands trent had his attention on you, an amused smile dancing on his lips as you complained to the other players on the bench— exaggerating your movements and explaining further, your blood boiling.

curris noticed him watching and teasingly nudged his arm. "talk about passionate."

he was right, your passion for the sport was never something you tried to minimise or hold back and that was something that trent found extremely attractive. you were always standing along the touchline with your hands on your head in distraught or leaping from your seat when they scored.

this was a first for trent— his past girlfriends who attended his games usually sat in the family booth and watched from afar, possibility not knowing what was actually happening on the pitch. but the idea of having you so close to him on the once place that he felt the most at home made his heart race.

close, both literally and figuratively— you'd be on the touchline, at most of his games because it was your job but also because you shared the passion for the sport and that meant more than anything to him. the fact that he could share what made him whole, with his partner.

"saffie's at home watching peacefully," curtis then shook his head as he watched you talk to conor who was subbed off, probably complaining again. "and this beast is picking a fight with the stewards."

trent stifled a laugh at his retort, stopping himself to try and listen in on what you were telling conor who was nodding along.

"exactly! I would have thrown him to the floor, conor. you're weak my boy." you pat him on the shoulder reassuringly, causing curtis to throw his head back in laughter.

20 minutes and two yellow cards later, the score was still tied at 0-0. the thought of the match falling into added time made you nauseous, because at the rate anything could happen. with a hand on your forehead you sunk further into your seat, all hope lost as the kids put on their jerseys.

"save us. please." your voice was meek and desperate causing the three of them to laugh, watching as the sub board went up. "I believe in you!"

when the final whistle blew for a short break before the added extra time you got up from your seat and paced up and down to loosen the tension in your legs. jurgen was huddled with the team, strategizing but you weren't too sure what he could possible be telling them.

personally you would have told them to break the chelsea players' legs. or at least try and play a bit rougher but there was nothing you could do except sit and watch. the kids were doing well luckily, and you did a headcount oh how many of them were on the pitch.

4. there were 4 first team players on that pitch and the rest were the club's academy kids going up against a full cheslea squad in a cup final. it was jaw dropping to witness this in person.

when jurgen came over for some water you asked him what the strategy was, to which he just shrugged with a smile. "I told them to have fun. just kick the ball until it hits the back of the net."

you blinked up at him for a moment, the answer a surprise to you but it made sense. there was nothing better that could have been done, so instead you started to pray and manifest, begging the universe for a goal or at least an opportunity.

with your lips pursed you looked up to the timer above the pitch, the big 116 mocking the players on the pitch. there was 4 minutes left and chelsea's management decided that it was a good time to make a substitution. obviously it was to waste time, but even then it was a stupid idea.

the players on the pitch were out of breath, virgil had swear dripping down his forehead and a look of complete exhaustion hiding behind his blank stare. what a way to make people suffer.

it wad the last corner of the match probably and tsimikas was up to take it. naturally you got up again seeing as this was probably going to penalties which you were confident enough in.

with hopeless eyes your eyes followed the ball as it crossed into the penalty area where the players were showing each other, trying to make way for a header. the stadium held it's breath, everyone's hope deep in the dirt until virgil managed to get a touch on the ball just enough that it successfully hit the back of the net.

it happened so quickly but the adrenaline eventually kicked in and you were being pulled into a hug from jurgen. on the other end of the pitch, virgil was sprawled on the floor, the boys surrounding him and laying beside him. it was all over once the final whistle blew seconds later and you heard the bustling noise from behind you.

darwin came running down the steps, pushing curtis to the side as he leapt over the barricade and onto the pitch in excitement with the staff. it was all too much, the overwhelming feelings of anxiety and excitement whirling inside of you.

you were left speechless, nothing more to say than. "how the fuck?"

the celebration was nothing short of heartwarming, but the feeling of watching the chelsea players leaving the stadium without saying a word was a better feeling.

"maybe you should actually try and score next time," you said with a teasing smile directed at levi who was heading towards you up the stairs with the rest of his team. "instead of standing as if you were the great wall of china."

all he did was shake his head and gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder as be walked past, before quickly turning back. "I still think you look better in blue though."

you stifled a laugh, not bothering to answer and instead made your way to the pitch where the banner was set up to take a few pictures before they came down to sing the anthem with their proudly adorned medals and trophy.

while they did all that you made a quick run up to stands, eagerly minding your way until maya, noah and alex were in the clear. the excitement on alex's face was enough for you, a proud feeling of warmth spreading through your chest.

"how was it buddy? did you have fun?" you asked and pulled him into a tight hug.

the younger boy nodded happily, going on about how scared he was and how he really wanted ice cream during the match because it was "super intense". when the time came you bid them goodbye and headed back down to take some pictures.

a fond smile formed on your face at the sight of the academy players, the group immediately making their way over to you with their medals and bombarding you with excited comments.

"I can't believe I nearly scored twice," jayden said with widened eyes, still in disbelief as he held up two fingers. "that's more than once and I just got here."

"which means that you better score soon, the season is nearly over." you lightly punched his arm, the group of academy players following you through the crowd of staff on the pitch.

once again james forced a sarcastic laugh, looking to jayden with his eyes narrowed. "well I just got here too and got booked 3 minutes in. I literally breathed."

not long after that, the photographers called all the academy players together for a group photograph and you took a step back and watched. but your attention was promptly caught by trent leisurely strolling beside dominik and mo.

with a smile you waved him over and suggested that he joined the picture since he was an academy graduate as well. he wasn't too sure at first but he eventually cut in.

after a few pictures your eyes squinted. "what's he doing here?" your question was directed at harvey who was seated on the floor, his face melted in irration as you spoke to him.

"I could ask you the same thing," he shot back and you nearly responded but the group dispersed, everyone going their own way as the celebration wrapped up.

naturally, you joined trent in his little stroll but made sure there was enough space between the two of you so no suspicion would be raised.

even though you were talking normally for the most part, it physically pained him that he couldn't even hold your hand. he gap between your bodies made him cringe, and what made it worse was that this was the first time that he's ever felt this needy or desperate to be close to someone.

but as you were talking to him now, the stadium still full of supporters while you stood in the middle of it all, he felt the desperation panging at his chest.

"bro are you seriously zoning out again?" you asked with a sigh. "this is the fourth time today-- and yes I'm counting."

"well sorry." he lifted his hands into the air in defence. "It's not my fault that my heart is in actual pain because I have to treat you like a normal friend in public."

your eyes rolled at his exaggeration, his dramatics being nothing new especially about this topic. "we aren't officially together yet so we can't do anything about it. calm down, loverboy."

normally this would be the part where he'd kiss you so that you'd shut up but trent had to bite his tongue today, and instead just nodded. it was the harsh truth unfortunately and as much as he loved private relationships, he wanted to show you off. he wanted the world to know that you were his.

but for the first time in a while he'd have to be patient.

spamjam._.

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liverpoolfc red suites you so much more 🫶 [liked by spamjam._.]

→ spamjam._. say it louder for the people in the back 👏 @levicolwill

user ??? oh the dramaaaa

user 120 minutes of torture that I refuse to relive

bobbyclark can't believe that I made it onto the profile 😫

→ spamjam._. watch me crop you out.

→ jayden.danns @bobbyclark I'm the one who got the photocreds on her story 🥱 lower your tone in my presence

→ jamesmconnel and I got booked for breathing 😒

→ spamjam._. james that was a clear tackle?? you got booked for a reason 😭

→ jamesmcconnell yeah for breathing!!

virgilvandijk you should've gotten a medal for being the best cheerleader today 🥇[liked by spamjam._.]

→ spamjam._. aahhh!! I'm so glad my efforts were noticed

→ curtisjr you were screaming at the refs and nearly barged into the stewards room 🤨

→ spamjam._. which is more than you did today benchboy

mosalah grandpas? 😔

→ spamjam._. your leg is broken, so yes. grandpa's 😔

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First Date - Jan. 5th - word count: 225 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus sighed, downing the rest of his Firewhiskey.

He was in love with a traitor. A traitor who killed James, Lily, and Peter. A traitor who murdered twelve Muggles on a street in broad daylight. But Remus still loved him.

Pathetic.

He could still remember their first date. 

They had wanted to go to Hogsmeade together, but Sirius had spontaneously gotten sick, so they stayed inside and cuddled the whole day instead. 

Remus vividly recalled how he read The Picture of Dorian Gray to his then-boyfriend that day, with Sirius nestled into his side. 

Remus had gotten sick a few days after that, but it was worth it. 

Or was it?

Was Sirius planning to betray them from the start? Was their whole relationship just a ploy so that Sirius had easy access to a werewolf? 

Was Sirius just a Black?

Remus really wished he could turn off his brain sometimes. 

“Yeah, well,” a voice that he hadn’t heard in years floated by. Sirius. “Once a Black, always a Black. Right, Moony?”

Somehow, even though he was far, far away from Remus, Sirius still found ways to haunt him.

God, Remus missed him.

He opened another bottle of Ogden’s Finest.

Kill your darlings, drown your sorrows- it’s all the same, really, he thought bitterly, taking a swig. 

I wish I never met you, Sirius Black.

[cantstoptheimagines]

MAKE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELET TAKE THE MOMENT AND TASTE IT

“Make the Friendship Bracelets, Take the Moment and Taste It” (André Harris | Victorious)

Summary — André longs for something more than just friendship.

Requested by anonymous — MAKE THE FRIENDSHIP BRACELET TAKE THE MOMENT AND TASTE IT

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; secret, unconfessed crush on a friend; André is an idiot in love.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 225. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ Send me your favorite Taylor lyrics to receive a blurb.

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andré watches with a smile as you carefully examine a pile of beads in front of you. he’s relaxed deep into the various pillows on your bed, arms crossed over his chest while a movie quietly plays on the tv in your bedroom.

every now and then, you gently thread a new bead onto a thin, braided cord. the beads cascaded down the unfinished bracelet in a pattern of andré’s favorite colors. his name was spelled out on a few in the center, creating a decorative focal point.

“almost done?” he asked.

you hummed in response. andré couldn’t help but chuckle when you absentmindedly stuck out your tongue in an effort to concentrate. you maneuvered the thread until you had successfully created a knot. with a grin, you leaned back to lie next to him, sinking into the pillows as well.

you held the bracelet up for him to see, and exclaimed, “ta-da! your friendship bracelet, good sir!”

sensing your excitement, he allowed you to place it around his wrist. as you did so, he tried his best to ignore how you referred to him simply as a friend. he supposed, however, that there was no such thing as a i’m-so-in-love-with-you-please-notice bracelet. he was, for what seemed like the millionth time, left with no choice but to shove aside the deep ache in his heart.

[dumbledavisjr]

Writing Tracker 2025 :)

This is queued several months ahead of when it will actually post, as I'm currently Out and will be back much later next year. I still wanted to make sure those who use this have access to a new one.

If you like to physically see how much you've written, and if seeing numbers stack up motivates you, then this is a tool for you! There are also several functions to compare how you write, if you're also a little bit of a math nerd like me (math teacher).

The first sheet is to enter your daily word count. Off to the right, you can change your daily word count goal. The second sheet is to keep track of which projects you work on. This year I added a user guide sheet that may answer some FAQs, but I'm still willing to answer questions.

In order to make a copy, go to the file tab at top of the spreadsheet and click make a copy. After that, feel free to make whatever changes you need to make this effective for you.

I'm not a professional spreadsheet-maker by any means, so there might be some issues here and there.

Anyway, by small and simple things are great things brought to pass! By the end of last year, by beating my goal of 225 words per day, I wrote more than 100,000 words. And you don't even have to make it to your goal every day as long as you make up for it little by little down the line. Good luck, writers!

[angeart]

fic writer interview!

thank u ben for dragging me into this 💕

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How many works do you have on AO3?

11 right now, one of those being a huge ongoing multichapter fic.

What's your total AO3 word count?

343,418 words... and yes, 250k+ of those are just hmtb

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Help me to breathe (HC | 1,776)

don’t be afraid, little bird (there are no cages around you now) (HC | 455)

flowers in your hair and air in your lungs (HC | 341)

Elegy (HC | 225)

these flowers will wither (like you and me), but they're not dead yet (Life Series | 139)

^ that 3rd place genuinely surprised me. huh. (it's the fic i keep forgetting exists)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i want to! i just really, really, really suck at it for some reason. i think a part of it is that i get so hyped whenever i get a comment notification that i run to read it on my phone no matter how busy i'm at the moment, but i don't like responding on my phone. except if i don't do it right away, it falls into the rabbithole of all my other tasks that i struggle to juggle and stay on top of, and...

i kind of got into a habit of answering the chaptered fic's comments, at least, when i'm about to post a new chapter. but since my uploads have slowed down so much, i worry that it doesn't feel engaging or rewarding enough to people who commented? 🥺👉👈

i really want to do better. i'll keep trying. i love you guys <3

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

i've sat here pondering this question for far too long. i don't write outright angsty endings, which is wild considering angst is my staple. thinking about my fics, i've come to realise a lot of my endings are simply... hopeful.

i think if i'd have to pick, two come to mind for this question.

Elegy > simply because there's so much fear and grief in there, and by the end of it, the consequences are still very much present. and despite the hope of them somehow managing to push through and move forward, it's not all that simple. nothing is resolved. they made it through Day One of the aftermath, and all of it is really still in front of them. the wounds won't easily let go. the tangled mess will have its consequences, no matter what. (think of grian's fears renewed. think of mumbo trauma. think of impulse.) (so much is still in shambles. so much is still at stake.)

even if it hurts (and even if it isn't a dream) you can have a home here > or the sleep demon grian fic. because, once again, there's no easy answer to the hurt and fear that's just been wrought. he's held safe, but it's not going to protect him outside of this singular moment. he's stuck in a reality that's cruel and unwelcoming, and even with gentle hands around him (for the moment, for now), he's still going to be afraid.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

once again we run into my problem of hopeful but not really happy endings, although... maybe this one has an easier answer.

these flowers will wither (like you and me), but they're not dead yet > or the third life dancing fic. it's got its share of Complicated Feelings(TM) but a lot of it is just about dancing and feeling alive and being in love. experiencing things together, even when they're destined to end in blood and death.

Do you write crossovers?

nope, I don't! although i let ben sometimes drag me into a crossover au idea from time to time, and we yap and ramble about it in our DMs :3c

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

i haven't received any hate. a negative comment or two that kind of stuck, but nothing that i would call hate.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

ahaha. ahahaha.

right now the only smut i write is a part of private hhau rps with link. and those are a little bit ✨deranged✨

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, never.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

there have been attempts! and plans! they were always split by POV or into parts. but none worked out so far. (there was the priate au fic idea, the secret life "5+1 times..." kind of fic idea (grian angst!)... and the ribbon incident for the hhau mimic arc - which might hopefully still happen one day! but. we'll see.)

i do write RPs all the time though (link and plantie <333 love u for indulging me) and the coauthored fic on AO3—will i find my home, my home, my home in you?—is basically just a published piece of RP. on top of that, me and link have plenty of rambles that we work on together, and i do meddle with help ben with aus all the time... so that's something! it's always a lot of fun. but a full fledged fic is a little bit trickier. maybe someday.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

this one isn't going to be shocking at all. if you know me, you know the answer.

(yep, it's scarian.)

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

i have many wips, and i want to finish all of them! ... there might be some that are getting dusty, but shhh. shhhhhhh. i do not want to admit these things. let me live in denial. all my wips are (eventually, one day!!!) getting finished. mhm. yep. definitely. <3

(although i might have to give up on most of the coauthor ones—)

What are your writing strengths?

i'm mostly going off what people said to me but... well, clearly, gutwrenching angst is the simple answer everyone agrees on. and i love that so much, because angst is such a big part of my writing. (i do not say it lightly when i claim i can angst anything—)

i tend to dive into character's headspace and poke and prod at the emotions until they spill everywhere. so you could say that scenes with emotional spirals and anything with emotional impact are my natural habitat. it's my playground, and i tend to use all kinds of visuals and descriptions as my little building blocks.

from time to time i also get a comment on writing characters' voices right! which always makes me happy to hear. <3

What are your writing weaknesses?

one thing i definitely struggle with a lot is group scenes. whenever there's multiple characters around, it's difficult for me to keep track and keep everyone engaged. it's hard to carve out enough space for everyone's reactions. i think this sort of goes with the above point, of me liking to prod at emotions, and that becomes harder to cleanly do with more people on the scene. (my favourite scenes to write are the ones where there's just two people.)

transitions can also give me a hard time. moving between scenes or ideas or conversation topics (esp if in a group) (hello hmtb sleepover i wonder why i'm stuck on writing u for so long—), wrapping up things. stuff like that.

and... you know what, i'll throw it in here. mumbo. mumbo, when he's an active participant in a life series, is the bane of my existence. i can never write him when that's going on, and it's a problem because he's somehow always in all of my wip scenes when it happens. (head in my hands)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

if it makes sense for the setting and the characters, and you know the language, then sure, go for it. i have personally never done it or even really thought about it. it just doesn't come up for me as it's not relevant to the stuff i write.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

wow this brought back some embarrassing memories.

anyway i think the first one might've been naruto? i actually ended up writing a long multichapter fic for it (unfinished. i just dug up the file to check and i've invested 134k words and 49 chapters into this story. this was years and years ago.)

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

oh, i don't think there's any right now. i'm very cozy in my little desert. i like right where i am.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

there's always one singular fic that comes to mind at this kind of question, and that's the cursed forest au fic - even with death haunting your footsteps, your flowers will bloom again. i think it's something about the way it's written, sprinkled through with pretty words. melancholy wrapped up in flowers and rot... mm.

i do have to say though, i had lots of fun writing and absolutely love the whole boatem circus series so far, and ofc hmtb is very dear to me too <3

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tagging time. i don't tend to tag people in these kind of things, so take this with zero obligation, but @funkyplantguy & @mochiwrites & @wren-kitchens if you think you'd have fun with this, give it a shot! <3 and of course anyone else who wants to do it!!